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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 9, 2009 12:29:33 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Round 2 Live! From Springfield, Minnesota
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] LD Williams vs. Davin Moreland
Non-Title No Disqualification Match[/u] Seamus McNasty vs. DH Magnusson
OOWF Invitational Round 2[/u]
Poe vs. The Amnesiac Chris Cole vs. Stank Concrete TG vs. Blitz Tytan vs. Chris Evans Bryce Larson vs. Phantos SYB vs. Moosehead Jack Nayr vs. Skurge Alexis Darling vs. FF Capslock
OOWF Jobber Invitational Semi-Finals[/u]
Duane Gil Bracket Final Dr. Stone Cole Death Von Erich v "The Love Machine" Billy Wayne Woodard
George South Bracket Final Jose Manuel Ortiz Ramirez Cuervo v Fumunda Mung
Jake Milliman Bracket Final Mele Kalikamuka v Hi-Vo Sakamoto
Firewoman & Alexander Darling vs. Tyson Kincaid & Eric O'Mac The Dead vs. Lucios Matte vs. Damon Wrath
card subject to dangerous wind chills
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:23:48 GMT -5
<Drink & Destroy are celebrating wildly in the Destroyitarium when GM the Rick walks in and clinks his bottle until he gets everyone's attention>
GMtR: First of all congratulations to LD Williams, that was one hell of a performance. Now, unfortunately, I have to bring a little bit of bad news to the party. As you know, we have a rule against dual champions in this company, and since I doubt you are going to vacate the world title, you are going to need to hand over the tag titles.
<LD looks resigned, and gives an apologetic look to Outback Jack. Jack seems to get an idea and belches loudly>
GMtR: That's an intriguing idea Jack. Ok, I'll tell you what. You have until next week at Mayhem. Gentlemen, congratulations again.
<GM the Rick turns and walks out of the Destroyitarium>
Stank: He.......understood you?
OBJ: He speaks Australian
Stank.......
OBJ: Long story mate
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:24:16 GMT -5
**Matte is sitting in the hallway, covered in blood from his fight with Moose. Damon Wrath comes walking down the hallway.**
Damon: Look who it is.
Matte: ...
Damon: Saw your match. You got messed up hard.
Matte: ...
Damon: Moose nearly killed you.
Matte: Fuck Moose. And fuck you, too.
Damon: Look, Matte...
Matte: No! You look! Shut the fuck up... and listen. You're a fucking loser who shows up like once every couple months to say a sentence or two then jet. If you wanna be in the OOWF, show up, say shit, go home. Just do it more than twice a year. Fucking slacker.
Damon: You're calling me a slacker? You sit around in the same hallway for...
Matte: Stop. Just... stop. Get the fuck out.
Damon: Get the fuck out of where? I'm in a hallway, it's not your fucking office.
Matte: Get the fuck out of my hallway.
Damon: Your hallway?
Matte: Get. The fuck. Out.
**Damon shrugs his shoulders and turns to leave. Matte jumps up and bashes him in the back of the head. Damon goes down. Matte kneels on Damon's back and just continues to punch away at the back of Damon's head. Damon slowly goes limp; he's out cold. Matte gets to his feet and hits several straight kicks to Damon's ribs. His final shot is a solid kick to the side of Damon's head. Damon lays on the floor, blood dripping from the back of his head and mouth. Matte steps over Damon's body and sits back down against the wall. He lets out a sigh and puts his head down.**
Matte: Fucking asshole.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:24:52 GMT -5
Phantos & Lucios BARGE in to Rick's office unannounced. Rick is clearly annoyed.
GMtR: What the Blue Fuck do you two want?
Lucios: What is rightfully Ours. The OOWF World Tag Team Championships.
Phantos: You said it yourself, LD can't be a double champion. Makes sense that the titles would revert to the previous champions.
GmtR: I gave LD the week to make a decision.
Lucios: So LD gets to decide what happens around here now? First Moose was pulling your strings, then Bennett, now Williams? Look there's one real easy choice. You pulled those Championships out from under us for a stupid NO DECISION once upon a time. You're now telling me that this situation is less clear?
GMtR: I am sick of you rehashing the past and presuming you can do my job. My decision stands. NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!
(Phantos & Lucios exit the office and head down the Corridor of Chance Confronatations. They turn a corner and run into The Dead)
Dead: The Dead wants you to know you got lucky Phantos. The Dead will not be beaten by a crummy tag wrestler two weeks in a row.
Lucios: Boy, If I gave half a monkey butt about you and one singles match, I'd be more than able to rip your head off and use it as a bowling ball.
Dead: The Dead would like to see you try.
(Lucios grabs Dead by the throat and pins him against the wall. Phantos prys Luc's hands off Dead, and leads his partner away.)
Phantos: You really need to control that temper today. Lets go back to The Suites. You can watch some Videotape on The Dead and I'll go check on Fire and leave you alone.. ok?
(They walk away)
The Dead: The Dead will have his revenge... in the Ring!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:25:14 GMT -5
*FADE IN TO AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION*
<We see SYB hovering over a bruised and bleeding Moose>
SYB: Send me to Poland huh motherfucker? See how you like this!
<He pulls out a hammer and smashes out Moose’s teeth. Moose screams as the pain and shock overtakes him.>
SYB: Now let’s take that tongue of yours, Migs.
<SYB whips out a penknife and slices off Moose’s tongue with one stroke. Moose’s body convulses and spasms as he falls in and out of unconsciousness. SYB stands up and admires his handiwork.>
SYB: Solly you magnificent bastard. You outdid yourself this time.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
<SYB opens his eyes and walks out to the palatial IHOP locker room where Skurge and The Amnesiac are naturally playing Rock Band>
Skurge: It’s aboot time, eh?
SYB: Huh?
Amn: You’ve been asleep for like 9 hours, dude.
SYB: Asleep? You mean I didn’t knock out Moose’s teeth and slice off his tongue?
Skurge: <excitedly> You mean like with a mighty hammer?
SYB: Mighty?
Skurge: Never mind.
<The Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth steps in>
DM: Don’t you remember the last time you and Moose crossed swords?
SYB: …
Skurge: …
Amn: …
DM: What?
SYB: That’s probably not the best phrase to use, sugartits.
DM: Fine. My point is you can’t take him lightly and think some movie reference will make it any easier.
SYB: Yeah yeah.
Skurge: Wait, you’re facing Moose at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Round 2 Live! From Springfield, Minnesota?
SYB: I suuuure am.
Skurge: Well fuck me, why didn’t you say so?
<He pulls out the scroll>
Skurge: Rule 5543 – You will learn to trust and respect Moose as he makes you bleed your own blood…
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:25:57 GMT -5
Firewoman is in the trainers room, with Lucky.
FW: Goddammit, get your hands off me.
Medical Person #1: I have to check your ribs.
L: C'mon Fire, settle down--
FW: Settle down? Seriously? Are you high?
L: Well...just a little buzzed maybe--
FW: Oh fantastic. [Firewoman pushes the medical personnel away].
MP1: You know, I don't need this shit from you people. Always pushing me and being in bad moods when all I'm trying to do is help. You can take care of your own ribs. I quit.
With that, he walks off.
L: Well, that's something new at least. It's not a trashed locker room, so maybe Rick will congratulate you on branching out to alienating the help to the point that they quit.
FW: Very fucking funny.
Phantos comes in just as Firewoman is getting off the table to leave
P: Whoa, hey....nice ... uh, sports bra.
FW: Huh? Oh....uh, thanks. [Firewoman readjusts her shirt.] What do you want?
P: Um.....I ... wow, I don't remember.
FW: Fantastic. Come on Lucky, let's go.
P: Where are you guys going?
FW: Where are we going, Lucky?
L: Um... I don't know.
FW: Well, Lucky already vetoed a return engagement to the Destroyitarium. So we are going to find a bar that has poor lighting, dirty tables, cheap whiskey, and terrible music on the juke box. You can come or not.
Firewoman and Lucky stalk down the hall, with purpose. Phantos waits a minute, the starts to follow, calling on his cell phone.
P: Yeah, I guess we're all going out. I don't know I'll let you konw when we get there.
The scene changes and if there's a divier dive in Springfield, WI, they didn't find it. Nearly all of RunDEA is there at this point. Most of them are somewhat downcast, but trying to be happy for Alexis' and Phantos' wins.
FW: Fucking LD.
AD: I don't know what you're upset about. LD is a former...well, current champion. Skurge is.....Skurge.
FW: Whatever.
AD: Seriously, you need to focus, because next week you get your wish, you get to have Tyson and Eric in the ring, and I get to help, so--
FW: Alex, shut up.
Firewoman gets up and walks to the bar. Alexander considers following, but knows better. Phantos does not and follows her anyway. Firewoman orders another Irish Car Bomb.
P: What's that?
FW: Jameson's, Bailey's, Guinness.
P: I'll take one.
FW: No, no you won't....this isn't for amateurs.
P: Oh...well.... what is for amateurs?
FW: Are you serious? Where's Lucios? Look just drink your Aquafina and--
P: Bartender! Bring me .... something!
FW: Oh what the hell. Get him a Harp.
The bartender brings him a Harp and sits it in front of him.
FW: Look, I don't know if you konw what you're doing, but you're a big boy, and it's not my job to babysit you. So cheers.
Firewoman slams her car bomb and walks away, leaving Phantos to look at his Harp.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:26:18 GMT -5
Chris Evans is at a nearby bar celebrating his surprise win over Tyson Kincaid with a few pints of Guinness when he sees Firewoman sitting alone, drinking an Irish Car Bomb, holding her ribs and with a more pissed-off-than-usual look on her face.
Evans: Hey Fire, sorry to hear about your match.
Fire: Not really in the mood right now Cubby. However, I’ve gotta hand it to ya. That was pretty impressive how you beat Tyson.
Evans: Thanks, he gave a pretty good match. He’d make a good part…
*Fire slams her glass down and glares at Evans, who promptly shuts up*
Fire: What was that?!
Evans: N..nothing, forget I mentioned it. Well anyway, he’s all yours now. I gotta prepare for my next match. I’ve got my hands full with an old problem of mine, Tytan.
Fire: Yeah, you’re gonna need all the luck you can get. Before you go, I’ve gotta know something.
Evans: Yeah, whats up?
Fire: I gotta know, what side are you on anyway? I mean, you talk with me and yet you were planning on taking out RunDEA with Poe and Seamus a few weeks back. Something doesn’t add up.
Evans: Let me set the record straight on that. I wasn’t planning on taking out Run DEA. I was just focused on D.H. Magnusson and making sure he didn’t get the Onslaught title. Seamus just happened to be in the match, therefore I helped him out.
Fire: That’s it?
Evans: Yeah. I got some advice from one of the boys here that said the only one who I can trust around here is myself. Right now, I’m just sticking to that, and helping out those who I feel can help me out in the long run.
Fire: Alright Cubby. Just remember this: the offer to check out the Run DEA suites is still on the table. But it might not be for long. Just think about that.
Evans: Since we’re asking each other questions, what was up with your pyro going off in the middle of my match?
Fire: That’s for me to know and you to possibly find out.
Fire leaves the bar as Evans goes back to his Guinness and wonders what she meant by that statement.
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:26:42 GMT -5
Former Minnesota Governor Jesse “The Body” Ventura is meeting with GMtheRick in his office.
GMtR: Thank you for coming Mr. Ventura. It’s always an honor to have a legend of our great sport and a political figure as well at one of our shows.
JV: Ah, the pleasure’s all mine. It’s great to have your fine organization here in the great state of Minneseauta.
Erlana: Is there anything I can get you Mr. Ventura?
JV: Yeah, your number sweetheart…but seriously, neau I’m fine. But, Rick, would it be okay if I got to speak with a number of your wrestlers?
GMtR: Absolutely. I’m sure they’d all love it. You know Ric Flair is in our employ…
JV: I deaun’t wanna talk to that bastard!
GMtheRick and Erlana exchange glances.
GMtR: Well, it should be a great show this week. We have the second round of the Invitational, plus a brand new World Champion.
JV: Yes, I look forward to meeting him. LD Williams is a great talent, and to be honest, that Davin Moreland was a bit of a bleau-hard if you ask me.
Poe and Selena walk into the office towards Erlana to get the key to the locker room. Jesse Ventura steps in front of them, extending his hand to Poe.
JV: You’re…Peau, right?
Poe eyes Ventura, and then takes his hand in a firm handshake.
JV: I gotta say, you’re a helluva wrestler and quick for your size. But I feel weird callin’ ya Peau, what’s your real name? Akhmed, Hassan, Habib, Babaganoosh?
Poe glares at Ventura.
JV: I kneau you probably haven’t been in our country long, but I want you to feel welcome here. In Minneseauta, we welcome all people. Although, the relationship you seem to have with this girl may not be all that legal.
Poe continues to glare at Ventura.
JV: Now, I saw your match a couple of weeks ago with Davin Moreland. You came up a little short of winning the World Title and that’s eaukay. The Vikings haven’t won a thing in decades but we still love ‘em. Hell, I was never a World Champion and I did just fine. Deaun’t worry, losing the big matches weaun’t get ya deported.
Ventura laughs and looks at Rick. Poe then grabs Ventura by the throat and slams him into the wall.
Poe: Listen to me you piece of trash. I am an American citizen and have been for over twenty years. I have been a World Champion on more than one occasion. My platonic relationship with my goddess Selena is none of your business. As for your lack of respect…
Poe choke slams Ventura through GMtheRick’s desk.
GMtR: Poe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poe then stands over the body of an unconscious Jesse Ventura. He looks at GMtheRick who is looking at him in abject horror. Selena hops around behind Poe, laughing and pointing.
SG: You got served, old dude!
Poe then extends his hand to Selena. Selena rifles through her bag quickly and pulls out a wad of cash. Poe looks through it, grabbing a couple of one hundred dollar bills and hands them to GMtheRick.
Poe: This should cover a new desk…and buy you several more bottles of Scotch. The good kind, not that cheap crap I’ve seen you drinking.
GMtheRick shrugs and takes the money.
Female Voice: Whoa, someone’s been partying like it’s 1999.
Everyone looks at Juno McGruff, who’s standing in the doorway.
Erlana: Name and business?
JM: I’m Juno McGruff, I was hired to be an interviewer this week.
Erlana pulls a microphone out of her desk and hands it to Juno.
Erlana: Get to work.
Juno looks at Poe and holds the mic up to him.
JM: So why did you just lay out that old guy?
Poe just looks at her. Selena hisses.
JM: Do I need to repeat myself like Paris Hilton in kindergarten?
Poe takes the key from Erlana and then takes Selena’s hand and they leave the office as Juno just watches them leave.
JM: Was it something I said? We can start over like Kobe’s wife, without any rings.
GMtheRick rubs his hand over his head.
JM: Now what am I supposed to do?
GMtR: Please get out.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:27:27 GMT -5
OOWF-TV kicks in with a "rewind" segment, probably sponsored by "finger quotes" or something.
REWIND SEGMENT:
OOWF TV then goes live, as Bryce Larson is WALKING~!, and happens by Matte, who is SITTING!~ against "his" wall.
BL: Hey, I saw your attack on Wrath. Hell, everyone saw it.
M: Yeah...so.
BL: That was very emotional. You seemed like you hated Damon almost as much as you hate yourself.
M: Not quite, ass.
BL: Ass? Really?
Matte takes exception to Bryce's tone, and gets up to face him.
M: Yes. Ass. Is there a problem with that?
BL: No. But what did Wrath do to you, anyway?
M: What did he do to me? He didn't have to do anything.
BL: Then I don't see the need for you to attack him. Why would you do that, Matte? I don't see what Wrath has to do with you.
M: Me? What does Wrath have to do with you? You're not in The Heroes Guild, remember? You're just the guy with the former World Champion as a partner, who I nearly beat, who refuses to be "aligned" with a specific group. So why the fuck do you care?
BL: You're right. I'm not in Run DEA, or The Heroes Guild. I'm not aligned with anyone. Sorry to bother you.
M: Good day, sir.
BL: Nope, I'm not aligned with anyone...
M: I said "Good Day," sir!
Bryce walks off, and Matte leans back against the wall, slowly slumping down next to a folded up chair. As someone grabs the chair, the camera pans back to see Bryce swinging the chair and smashing Matte right in the face! Matte drops to the floor, and Bryce levels him with another shot over the head. Bryce holds the chair to his side and stares down at Matte.
BL: Or am I?
Bryce drops the chair, smirks to the camera, and walks off.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:27:51 GMT -5
**Matte slowly opens his eyes and sees shades of red. He reaches up and wipes the blood covering his face. He stands up and looks into a conveniently placed camera. It looks like he is preparing for a long speech. He clears his throat.**
Matte: Damon Wrath... You fucking pussy.
**Matte sits back down against the wall. He puts his head down for a minute, then props it back up and gets back to his feet. He looks into the camera again.**
Matte: Oh, and one more thing... You need Bruce Larson watching your back for you? Seriously? Stand up for your own fucking self. And Bruce...
Voice from off camera: It's Bryce.
Matte: Huh?
Voice from off camera: His name's Bryce, not Bruce.
Matte: Ah, alright. Sorry about that. Can we cut it and start over?
Voice from off camera: No can do. We're live, pal.
Matte: Shit, well... whatever. Bryce, you're with Damon? Damon Wrath, really? The guy shows up like twice a year and says like a paragraph of pointless bullshit about fucking punching people in the face during his fighting days and training with Brock Lesnar, blah blah blah. At Mayhem, he's getting killed. I'm gonna fucking kill him. In all honesty, Bryce Larson shouldn't be backing this punk bitch up. You're too good for that. I'm fucking heated at you right now because of what you pulled, but I've got enough mind to know that Damon Wrath is undeserving of anything you're dishing out to him, and fully deserving of what I've done to him. Find someone else, Bryce, or you're gonna be shit out of luck when you want someone to return the favor and back you up. Be smart, dickhead. Get shit done.
**Matte sits back down, then looks into the camera.**
Matte: I'm not gonna come looking for you; but the next time I see you, I'm not gonna let this go... And keep Damon Wrath out of my fucking hallway. Christ...
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:28:13 GMT -5
*While everyone is out, Davin Moreland and Samantha Darling are SITTING~! in the common area of the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. It's eerily quiet, just an occasional grunt from Davin, as Samantha is dutifully re-taping Davin's ribs. We get to see just how bad the damage is for the first time. Davin's chest and ribs are covered in black and blue welts and swelling. Really, it's pretty bad. Davin and Samantha each have matching Jameson's.*
SD: Honey, hold still.
DM: AHH! It fucking hurts!
SD: Of course it does. Hold still.
DM: Samantha Darling needs to hold still.
SD: Do you want me to do this or not?
DM: Not.
SD: Too bad. I'm doing it anyway.
DM: It's the least of Davin Moreland's problems right now.
SD: You've got a rematch next week, you'll be fine.
DM: *swipes the glasses off the table, smashing them. He stands* I SHOULDN'T NEED A FUCKING REMATCH! OW, MOTHERFUCKER!
SD: Sit down.
DM: YOU FUCKING SIT DOWN! OW!
SD: Enough. I get that you're -
DM: You DON'T get it. You just don't.
*Moonbeam comes in with her microphone*
SFJ420: I'm here with, uh, like, 2-time, uh...
DM: Just get out, Moonbeam.
SFJ420: But...
DM: OUT! OW! SON OF A BITCH!
*She leaves*
SD: *stands up and grabs Davin's arm* Please honey. Sit. Let me tape you, and we can get hammered. Although, you really shouldn't be drinking.
DM: *sighs* Well, if not tonight then when. Sorry for yelling at you.
SD: Don't worry about it. Just don't do it again or I'll kick you in the ribs.
DM: You're funny.
SD: I am. Hold still.
DM: OW! FUCK!
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:28:34 GMT -5
Bryce Larson is SITTING~! dialing up someone on his cell phone.
BL: [Ringing...] Yeah Paul? ...... Yeah, it's Bryce. ...... You have? Good. ...... Well, he's my partner, but he's got some of his own issues to deal with right now. ...... Yeah, I think it was the right decision. ...... Yeah, I know they won the belts right after I made my decision. ...... Exactly like you said, long term. ...... No, I'm not a member of Run DEA. Just picked Davin as my partner. ...... Why? He attacked Wrath for no good reason. ...... I know people might think that, and I'm okay with it. ...... Exactly, keep 'em guessing. ...... Okay, good luck with that, Paul. ...... Thanks, Paul.
Bryce hangs up and heads off to the gym for a workout.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:28:55 GMT -5
[The Dead is slowly walking down some random hallway. He seems lost in thought as an interviewer pops out of nowhere and points a mic at him.]
I: Dead, what are your thoughts about last week's match and the weeks ahead?
Dead: ...
I: Um, any thoughts about...?
Dead: I...I...lost...in the first round of a tournament against a...a...a tag team partner. That just doesn't....
[The Dead trails off and continues walking. The interviewer is left standing there speechless until she signals to the cameraman and we cut to black.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:29:22 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING at a table at Ric's Sandwich shop, sunglasses, baseball hat, and looking into her coffee as if she'd like to just mainline it. Well, she might also be sleeping. Doesn't matter though, as she feels a shadow fall across the table.
FW: Seriously, Moose? I thought we were done with this.
TK: It's not Moose, it's your ex-partner.
Firewoman looks up over her sunglasses to see Tyson Kincaid standing there.
TK: Mind if I sit?
FW: Yes, very much so.
Tyson ignores her and sits down.
FW: So how was your trip up north to see Daddy Storm?
TK: Fine, fine, he sends you his best.
FW: Great. Go away now.
TK: Hummmm....hung over, eh? Let's see, after a loss, you were usually good for...what was that stuff? Irish Car bombs? Yeah, that's your post-loss medicine. And let's see, along with that you've got whatever pain killers they give you for the ribs, so that's what, vicodin? No, you're tolerance'd be way too high for that. I'm guessing Darvoset....Either way, not really a good mix, Fire.
FW: Your point?
TK: My point. It's more a question really. You seem to have some issues, Fire, and it goes beyond the self-medication you've got going on here. I mean, going to the Destroyitarium? That's a deathwish in and of itself. Why Stank didn't take care of you when he had the chance--
FW: I'm sure he had his reasons. Still waiting to hear yours.
TK: And that match with LD... Now, don't get me wrong, I know you're almost as good as I am, but you really through yourself into that one, taking chances that you didn't have to take. And what did it get you?
FW: Apparently, it got me you, talking my ear off. Lucky me.
TK: I'm just saying that I think you're trying to hide from something, Fire. And I think I know what that is.
FW: Do tell, Dr. Phil?
TK: Yeah. Me.
FW: You. Really.....
TK: Yep. Sure, I accidentally gave you a concussion a few years back.
FW: Among other things--
TK: But then I wasn't really trying to hurt you. Two weeks ago, though, you ended up in a hospital with tubes sticking out of your chest and half the roster paying their last requests.
FW: It was touching, wasn't it?
TK: Very. So I'm getting closer. And I have another shot next week, with someone who hates you almost as much as I do.
FW: [Stands up] You really think that McMahon-bastard is going to help you? You forget I'll also have someone with me, who would snap your arm off and beat you with it just because it amused him, if you catch him on the right day.
TK: [also standing up] Well, I wouldn't expect you, the Intercontinental Champion, to be hiding behind her titleless partner, but then things have changed.
Firewoman takes the table that was between them and flips it out of the way, sending coffee, chairs, and a few patrons scattering. She steps straight up to him, face to face.
FW: Then let's not hide behind anyone, old friend. Why put off til Wednesday what we can do today?
TK: Right now? You got it!
The two actually lock up to shove each other around, but an arm comes from nowhere and separates them, pushing Tyson back to the middle of the room and Firewoman back against the wall. Moosehead Jack stands between them and puts his arm across Firewoman's shoulders to pin her there.
FW: Seriously. You're defending HIM? I should have guessed.
MHJ: ENOUGH is enough. You two wanna kill each other fine, but save it for the ring, where it'll be an unfortunate accident, not murder like it is out here.
FW: How nice that you care.
MHJ: Seriously, you want him right now? You have to go through me.
FW: I so totally love a challenge! Firewoman struggles to get loose. Moose elbows her in the ribs, and Firewoman grabs them instinctively, but then regains her composure and continues to try to get at Tyson.
Voice: Wow, you know, I haven't been around here as long as you guys, but I think two on one looks like pretty unfair odds.
All three turn to see Chris Evans standing there.
TK: This doesn't concern you.
CE: Yeah, it kinda does.
Everyone stands there a bit, staring, which gives OOWF's crack security team time to actually get into the room, finally. Tyson and Moose throw up their hands to signify "No problem" and head back to their end of the building, but now without a couple of dirty looks. Evans turns to security.
CE: There ya see? Everything's fine. [Security shakes their heads and leaves]
FW: I didn't need--
CE: Yeah, you did. So you're welcome.
FW: Fine.
CE: You know....Tyson was there, at the hospital.
FW: I know, Chris told me he was--
CE: No, I meant....this last time.
FW: Yeah, I saw. He told Moose on OOWF-TV he was there to finish the job.
CE: I know that's what he told him....but I saw him. He didn't look like he was there to do that. He just kept pacing back and forth.
FW: Really?
CE: Yeah...he almost looked...well......I'm just saying.
Fade, as Firewoman looks deep in thought.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:29:43 GMT -5
*Fade in to the palatial IHOP locker room. SYB, The Amnesiac, and Skurge are reviewing the card for OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Springfield, MN…
Skurge: What’s “MN”? Montana? SYB: No, it’s Minnesota. Skurge: Then what’s Montana? SYB: A state. Skurge: Fuck off. What’s Montana’s postal abbreviation? SYB: MT. Skurge: No, I think that means “mountain.” Amn: I gotta go with Solly on this one, Skurge. Montana is MT. Skurge: It’s empty? Why would you make it a state if there’s nothing there? It’s gotta have something in it, eh? Amn: Not “empty,” M.T. Skurge: You sure it’s not MO? SYB: No, that’s Missouri. Skurge: Right, because it wouldn’t make sense for Missouri to be, say, MI. I’m sure MI’s Mississippi, right? Lots of Is in Mississippi. Amn: Actually, MI is Michigan. Mississippi is MS. Skurge: Jesus, how many M states are there? SYB: A lot, apparently. Skurge: No shit. Alright, moving on. Who have you got this week, Indian Joones? SYB: Moosehead Jack. Skurge: Well you’re fucked. How aboot you, The Amnesiac? Amn: Poe. Skurge: Man, you guys drew some tough ones this week. Let’s see who I got…huh. SYB: Well? Who is it? OBJ? Cole? Eric? Skurge: Nayr. Amn: You’re fucking kidding me. Skurge: Nayr. Nayr I’m not. SYB: Nice. Skurge: Nayr the Halfwit Palindrome. Wow. How aboot losers buy the beer this week guys? SYB: Not a fucking chance. Skurge: You don’t think you can beat Moosehead Jack? SYB: Of course I can’t…uh…think like that. I can totally beat him. Skurge: Sure you can, champ. Sure you can. Well, you guys should get to training and reviewing tape, eh? Amn: What about you? Aren’t you gonna train? Skurge: For Nader the Hapless Palisade? I think not. Dorothy, Fezzik and Monkh look like they could use a drummer. Don’t work too hard, boys.
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:30:04 GMT -5
<Moose is walking through the back when he is stopped by SFJ13>
SFJ13: Moose, talk to me
<Moose stops but just glares at her>
SFJ13: Why did you save Firewoman?
MHJ: I didn't save her. I was there to break up a fight
SFJ13: But it looked like.......
MHJ: I don't give a damn what it looked like.
SFJ13: Fine. Onto the tournament, you fought Matte this past week, and won, any comments on that?
MHJ: Matte showed a lot of guts out there. Like I said, under different circumstances, I wouldn't mind teaming with him some day. Now, however, is not the time
SFJ13: Which brings us to your match this week with SYB, do you have any comments on that?
<Moose glares at the camera for a moment, then speaks slowly>
MHJ: SYB I want you to understand something. All your jokes. All your clever promos. All your little comments about respect and blood and all that? None of that is going to matter. At MidWeek Mayhem, I am going to hurt you. That is all I am going to say, I am not going get up here and scream and rail about your blood flowing like water. I am not going to go on about breaking bones or anything like that. I am just going to tell you, straight up, I am going to hurt you this week, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
<Moose walks away>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:30:29 GMT -5
<SYB is watching OOWF-TV>
SYB: Be he alive or be he dead. I'll grind his bones to make my bread. Whatever MooseheadJack and the Beanstalk. Cameraman, zoom in on nose!
Skurge: Are you the Iron Geek now or something?
SYB: Shut it fucknuts. Let me tell you something MooseheadJim, whatever your name is. Mug for the camera, do your little spiel about trust, give your scary sneer and snarl. You don't scare me. You never have and you never will.
<He shoots a look at Monkh>
SYB: You. Come with me. I have... a plan.
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:30:56 GMT -5
(Later on that evening Chris Evans is shown walking down the street from the bar he was celebrating. He is still celebrating (A tab bit drunk) when he bumps into someone walking the other way.)
Evans: Sorry man....
(The other person looks back with a smirk on his face and it turns out to be none other then Tytan. Evans quickly gets ready to thrown down with the big man.)
Tytan: Easy there Cubbie...or should I say Cub Heart.
Evans: The name is Chris Evans...you know that.
Tytan: Kid I really don't care who you are.
Evans: So what you gonna get the upper hand and jump me now.
Tytan: No. But I will tell you this much. Your new company of friends...is quickly gonna make you an enemy to others around here.
Evans: You mean Firewoman?
Tytan: Yeah, Fire. Any friend of hers is an enemy of mine. I mean come on it's either one of two things...she's the mom you never had or you got some kind of crush on her?
Evans: You better watch it. (Stumbling getting ready to swing.)
Tytan: No. It's more like you better watch it. You side with her and then you better watch your back. Now think about that.
(Evans comes at Tytan who just pushes him back since he is clearly drunk and Tytan won't waste time on him like that.)
Tytan: Save it for Mayhem.
(Tytan walks off)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:31:34 GMT -5
*Wally B King is sitting at a table. A long line of future endevoured and jobbers stretches in front of him. Toward the back, The Jobberos are suddenly yanked off the line. After sounds of a struggle, they are replaced by similar masked luchadores, although one of them is a tad paunchy. Meanwhile, at the front of the line*
Wally: You mentioned gay rape twice.
Heidenreich: I like gay rape!
Wally: Kinky!
*Wally's phone rings*
Wally: G'day...OK...I can set that up...right! OK, sorry people, there's been a change of plan!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:31:58 GMT -5
*Fade in.*
*It's a sunny day and Eric O'Mac is walking down the street from his hotel to the airport. He has a smile on his face and a song in his heart. All of a sudden, a limo pulls up beside him and the back window rolls down to reveal an attractive woman.*
Woman: Good morning Mr. McMahon. Would you like a ride to the airport?
*Eric stops.*
Eric: No thanks.
*Eric continues on. The limo continues to follow.*
Woman: We're from Global Wrestling Federation. We would like to talk to you about an exciting new venture in wrestling.
*Eric stops.*
Eric: I'm flattered, but spoken for.
*Eric continues. The limo continues alongside with him.*
Woman: We're prepared to offer you an impression salary, plus health benefits for you and your life partner.
*Eric stops more abruptly.*
Eric: The ANSWER IS NO! WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY? CAN'T A MAN WALK DOWN THE STREET WITHOUT BEING OFFERED A JOB?
*Eric storms off.*
*Fade out.*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:32:25 GMT -5
Stank - You're World Champion. That's uh... that's... that's great.
LDW - Stank...
*LD Williams walks over to a seated Stank and puts his hands on the big man's shoulders.*
LDW - Lucas... come on... be happy for me.
Stank - I.. I am happy for you.
LDW - Cause you know... once you win the invitational...
FFC - I'm winning the invitational.
LDW -
FFC - I am.
LDW -
FFC - You were saying?
LDW - Once you win the invitational Lucas, you and I can fight for this all over again.
FFC - You're pretty confident you're going to retain after Mayhem.
LDW - Of course I am. You don't think I can?
Stank - I think Davin is trying to pad his title wins.
*Kayfabe shoots Stank a dirty look.*
Stank - Oh please. That wasn't breaking you. If I were breaking you I would have said I think Tom-
LDW - ANYWAY! Davin is a tough bastard. He just had the misfortune of facing off against someone tougher. I don't see that changing at Mayhem.
Stank - I am happy for you LD. Really, I am. I don't have a problem with you winning the title. Hell you deserve it. I don't mean to be a downer.
LDW - You seem preoccupied.
Stank - Spin. He's disappeared since that loss to Josh... and WHO the FUCK is this cloaked man?
FFC - Remember the last time a cloaked man got involved with us?
Stank - Yeah... it turned out to be Ax-Man.
FFC - You think that...?
StanK - No.
LDW - Spin has had a run of bad luck lately. His loss to O'Neal... His tag team partner joining Run DEA...
Stank - That hit all of us pretty hard. I don't want to lose Spin too.
FFC - I'm sure he'll come around.
Stank - I can't help but think Moose knows something.
FFC - Why?
Stank - You heard him before. He had been dropping not so subtle hints that Spin should leave us and join up with his group.
LDW - You think Spin would do that?
FFC - Mags left.
Stank -
LDW - So you think Moose is in cahoots with this cloaked individual?
Stank - I don't know.
LDW - Spin is a grown man Lucas.
Stank - Excuse me?
LDW - I don't know... it just seems to me that you should let Spin find his own way.
Stank - I'm not trying to control-
LDW - I know you're not. We know you're not. It's just...
Stank - What?
LDW - Being around you...uh... You have a way of... swallowing up everything around you.
Stank - Is that a fat joke?
LDW - What? No! No... I mean... You have a big personality. It can be... daunting. It's hard not to get lost in it. I don't mean for me or FF Capslock or Outback Jack, because we knew you before you were... you know... you. But Spin... he found his way into this group... seeking revenge against Josh O'Neal...
Stank - Thanks for that by the way, Lock.
FFC - What?
Stank - Josh O'Neal joining us was YOUR idea.
FFC - Hey! He went through a vigorous initiation regiment.
Stank - He tried to steal our NAME!
FFC - Yeah... but if he hadn't, we never would have become the New Original New Classic Blackjacks 2000, winning gimmick of the year in 2006!
Stank -
LDW - I kind of liked that gimmick.
Stank - Fine... but still, Spin-
LDW - I'm not saying you shouldn't worry.
Stank - He's family.
LDW - I'm just saying... There isn't anything you can do about Spin right now. You should take care of... what you can.
Stank -
LDW -
FFC -
Stank - How come YOU never give me sage advice?
FFC - Yo! WHO got you to call us Drink and Destroy instead of the Big Man Squad?
Stank - ...oh yeah.
FFC - Who told you to get out of that dead end relationship with that whiny little bitch SFJ#5?
Stank - ... I didn't break up with her. She left... I thought you liked SFJ#5?
FFC - She was a cunt. I hated her. I'll never forgive her for the death of our friendship.
Stank - Our friendship never died, Lock.
FFC - EXACTLY!
Stank - ... Are you hig-
FFC - WHO told you becoming friends with Alan Capps was a BAD idea?
Stank - I told YOU that, idiot!
FFC - Remember The Matt Daddy?
Stank - No.
FFC - You're welcome.
Stank - What the HELL does that got to do with anything?
FFC - Don't act like you don't know.
Stank -
FFC -
Stank -
FFC -
Stank - I really have NO idea what you are talking about.
FFC - So now you know.
Stank - I just told you...
FFC - Why I don't give out basil advice.
Stank - You mean sage advice.
FFC - No I mean basil.
Stank - Ok... Anyway, thank you LD. I'll give what you said some thought.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:33:03 GMT -5
Fade in to Bryce Larson at the gym, having just finished up his workout. The camera pans out to see him talking to his hand picked tag team partner, Davin Moreland.
BL: ... I'm sorry about your loss last week, David.
DM: Davin Moreland isn't sorry, Davin Moreland is motivated. Davin Moreland will win Davin Moreland's OOWF World Heavyweight Championship back and show the world that Davin Moreland always wins in the end.
BL: You just said your name five times right there. Is that a record?
DM: If it isn't, Davin Moreland will break the record. Bryce Larson will see.
BL: I have every confidence in you, Davis.
DM: Davin Moreland will soon grow tired of the continued use of alternative names.
BL: Right.
DM: Bryce Larson has Bryce Larson's own work cut out for Bryce Larson at Midweek Mayhem, against Phantos.
BL: Phantos is one tough competitor. Having faced him several times in tag matches, I know this could be my toughest test to date...facing three men in a row notwithstanding.
DM: As Bryce Larson is considering membership into Run DEA, Bryce Larson is facing a potential brother in Phantos, not just an opponent. Does that effect Bryce Larson's mental state at all?
BL: Should it? If I already accepted membership into Run DEA, we'd still be competitors looking to win. If I were Davin Moreland, I'd be upset with Bryce Larson if he didn't enter this match ready for a fierce battle.
DM: Bryce Larson is right. But Bryce Larson should understand, if Bryce Larson does indeed defeat Phantos, and then Bryce Larson does indeed join Run DEA, Bryce Larson would be entering Run DEA with a little bit of history.
BL: There is already history with me and Phantos, as well as Lucios, Firewoman, The Darlings, and you, Davin. I think we all know that. But that hasn't stopped anyone in Run DEA before.
DM: Bryce Larson is correct. Storied histories have not stopped members of Run DEA. This is wrestling afterall, where one must live in the present.
BL: Exactly. And my present opponent is Phantos. And I look more and more forward to it every second, because I know it's going to be a great match.
DM: Just remember to watch Davin Moreland's match, which happens to be the main event.
BL: A spot you know very well. Don't worry partner, I'll be watching.
A couple of fist-bumps later, and the partners head out of the gym, each one step closer to their big match-ups this week.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:34:55 GMT -5
*Outside the gym*
Alexander Darling is looking on from the shadows and watching the conversation between Davin Moreland and Bryce Larson. A frown crosses his face as he continues to lesson and we hear him mumble to himself,
Alexander: He has to know he's being set-up, right? I mean all the tell-tale signs are there, the continuous denials that he's not in The Heroes Guild, the complete random picking of the partner, and the obviousness that the best way to make a name for yourself is to start at the top.
Alexander rubs his hands through his hair and he seems to be contemplating his next move. Darling watches the conversation finish and he notices Davin's wince as he walks away. Alex continues to watch Bryce for a few moments until he realizes nothing of note is going to happen and he turns to walk away. He doesn't look where he's going as he exits the training room and the door slams open right into the face of The Amnesiac.
From down the hall we hear, Eric O'Mac: HA!
Alexander turns and sees who's there. A staredown seems to ensue for what seems like an eternity between Eric and Alex, until Darling makes the prototypical just bring it motion and Eric seems all too happy to oblige. The two enemies charge and just as they're about to come to blows, the signal from the camera goes off.
*Fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:35:23 GMT -5
*The camera fades back in, and Eric and Alexander are having a ***** classic in the hallway. Davin Moreland, hearing the disturbance, comes flying into the frame, jumping right in between the two. This briefly separates them*
DM: SAVE IT FOR MAYHEM! Alex, get the fuck out of here...NOW!
*Eric, undeterred, drills Davin with 3 quick kicks directly to the ribs, which nearly doubles Davin over. He snarls and quickly spins around as Eric is loading up another kick. Davin catches Eric's leg, spins him around and KILLS HIM WITH A REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER ON THE CEMENT FLOOR~!*
DM: FUCK YOU YOU SON OF A BITCH! OW! FUCK!
*Alexander just stands there with his jaw dropped, and just a look of sheer confusion on his face*
DM: What?
AD: Just...what the fuck?
DM: Don't worry about it. Let's go.
*They walk through MATTE'S HALLWAY on the way back to the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. Predictably, they walk past Matte, who's sitting on the floor leaning against the wall; presumably sleeping, or kind of sleeping. Regardless...*
DM: Hey Matte.
AD: Hey Matte.
M: *opens his eyes a little and gives the acknowledgement head tilt.*
*Alexander and Davin walk a little further before entering the suites*
AD: He's Weird.
DM: Matte is Matte. Matte just is.
AD: You mind telling me what the fuck that was about?
DM: It's about Davin Moreland saving Alexander Darling from potential injury.
AD: I can't HANDLE myself? Motherfucker, you remember me kicking YOUR...
DM: Stop. Davin Moreland isn't saying that. *Davin points to his ribs* Clearly, Davin Moreland doesn't want Alexander Darling to have this before Alexander Darling's match this Wednesday at Mayhem, ok?
AD: What is with you?
DM: Nothing.
*Davin heads over to the bar, and grabs himself the Jameson's. He holds the bottle up to offer some to Darling.*
AD: Ok, it's like 11 in the morning. And shouldn't you NOT be drinking and shit? Haven't we gone through that already?
DM: That was a gimmick due to shitty booking.
*Kayfabe storms in*
DM: What? Do something. Kayfabe knows it's true anyway.
*Misty-eyed, Kayfabe sadly shakes her head and mopes away*
DM: Davin Moreland is in PAIN, and Davin Moreland isn't in the best of fucking moods. Alexander Darling should NOT be trying Davin Moreland's patience right now. Alexander Darling doesn't want another sword duel. Does Alexander Darling want another sword duel?
AD: Fuck you.
DM: Davin Moreland didn't think so. Please. Unless there's something else, leave Davin Moreland alone.
AD: God, you're SUCH a dick.
DM: Davin Moreland learned from the best. Now bounce.
*Darling raises up in a fighting stance first, but thinks better of it than leaves. Davin has just enough time to take another sip, before Moonbeam comes in with her microphone again*
SFJ420: Dude, Davin, I totally need to...
DM: Need to what, Moonbeam? Get an interview? Get Davin Moreland's opinion on Davin Moreland's loss this week against LD Williams who had two previous matches that night? Davin Moreland's opinion on losing the OOWF World Heavyweight Title again? Davin Moreland's opinion on the shadiness of Davin Moreland's Tag Partner and King of the Indies Bryce Larson and how Davin Moreland might be getting set up like The Icon Sting? Huh? Is that what Moonbeam wants?
SFJ420: Well...uh...yeah?
DM: Davin Moreland has no comment at this time. Davin Moreland needs time to think, and Davin Moreland is having a difficult time thinking dealing with all this AND having to pay attention to how Davin Moreland breathes because LD Williams destroyed Davin Moreland's ribs AGAIN. Davin Moreland is unfortunately saddled with wearing this DDP Memorial Tape so Davin Moreland's ribs stay help in place. Davin Moreland might as well be wearing a flashing neon sign saying "PLEASE HIT DAVIN MORELAND in DAVIN MORELAND'S RIBS! BECAUSE IT WILL HURT!" It's bullshit.
DM: Davin Moreland is unhappy. Davin Moreland is displeased. This is just another cross for Davin Moreland to bear. Davin Moreland has dealt with worse. Davin Moreland is a survivor. Davin Moreland's not gonna give up. Davin Moreland's not gon' stop. Davin Moreland's gonna work harder. Davin Moreland's a survivor. Davin Moreland's gonna make it. Davin Moreland will survive. Davin Moreland's gonna keep on survivin'.
SFJ420: Uh...really?
DM: Moonbeam HAS Moonbeam's quote...now GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
*Moonbeam complies and leaves. Samantha Darling, clearly hearing the ruckus, comes out of their suite*
SD: Now what's your problem?
DM: Not now, k?
SD: Fine, if you want to sit here and wallow in your own fucking self-pity and quote fucking DESTINY'S CHILD for Christ's sake...go right ahead. If you want to be what you ARE, a CHAMPION, then knock it off.
DM: As usual, Samantha Darling doesn't understand when it comes to things like this.
SD: No? Fine. I don't understand. What I DO understand is that you're acting like a little bitch because you lost a match...
DM: I LOST MY FUCKING CHAMPIONSHIP!
SD: Uh huh. You've done that before. And what happened? You won it right back. Right? So why can't you just do it this week?
DM: Eric O'Mac is Eric O'Mac. Eric O'Mac just ate a Diamond Cutter.
SD: I saw. Good one.
DM: LD Williams is LD Williams. Davin Moreland desperately wants to hate LD Williams. LD Williams is a legend. LD Williams is a rock upon which OOWF was founded. LD Williams is certainly a worthy champion.
SD: So...you're saying you can't beat him?
DM: *cuts his eyes at Samantha* Davin Moreland can beat anyone. Davin Moreland has beaten LD Williams before.
SD: Well, if the championship isn't enough motivation to beat him, I don't know what to tell you. You don't have to HATE the guy to get motivated to beat him.
DM: It helps.
SD: *puts her arm around him* Tell ya what. I'll set you up one of those theraputic bath thingies and we can talk about it.
DM: *sighs* Fine. Let's go.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Feb 16, 2009 11:36:12 GMT -5
In the RunDEA Training Facility, sponsored by GNC Firewoman and Alexander Darling are working on stuff for their match. It's not going well, as Firewoman misses her third moonsault in a row
AD: Dammit, Firewoman, focus.
FW: Oh shut up. Let me crack a couple of your ribs and see how well you focus.
AD: What, so I can match you and Davin?
L: That wouldn't work. We'd have to change our team name to Snap-Crackle-and-Pop.....
FW: Lucky?
L: Oops...was that out loud?
AD: If you were my employee I'd fire you.
Firewoman seizes an opportunity and trips Alexander with a toe hold
FW: Ha! Now who's not focused!
AD: A lucky shot....let's take a break.
They go over to the corner where Lucky hands out towels and Aquafina
AD: Remember when we started this?
FW: This practice? Yes, just like it was this morning...oh wait...it was.
AD: No....I meant this business....
FW: Philadelphia? Gods, barely. I think I killed those particular brain cells--
AD: No,...sheesh, I mean here, at OOWF.
FW: Oh...yeah, I guess. I don't really give it much thought.
AD: You. Ha! You remember everything.
FW: Not true. I don't remember what my issues are with Bryce Larson. What's your point, Alex?
AD: Well, it's just... okay, you have your thing with Tyson--
FW: I don't have a "thing" with Tyson!
AD: Um..okay, that's not what I meant...your feud thing....and me with Eric...now a year ago, when we first got here, that would mean all sorts of stuff... backstage attacks, bloody and battered before we even stepped into the ring.
FW: Huh...you're right...yeah, that was great........
AD: But now? Anytime someone does something, someone's stepping between them. First Moose protects his boy from the pummeling he so rightly deserves yesterday, and then Davin gets in between me and Eric....
FW: "Eric and I."
AD: huh?
FW: You mean "Eric and I."
AD: ......
FW: Sorry, been grading papers all day....carry on.
AD: Yeah, anyway....so.....what happened to this place? Are the rumors of a PG13 rating really true?
FW: I dunno. I think after last year's war, and the one that seems to be bubbling under the surface between us and, oh, everyone, maybe folks are just gun shy?
AD: I don't know.... Moose and Davin aren't gun shy guys. Neither is Stank, and he didn't do anything to you for being in the Destroyitarium. No one did!
FW: Well, don't get too comfortable. The Bastard McMahon is surely looking to regain some prestige after Daddy kicked him out penniless.
AD: Is that what happened? How do you know?
FW: I have my ways, Alex. And one day soon, Tyson and I may find ourselves in a dark, secluded corridor, where his guardian angel Moose isn't there to protect him.
AD: Yeah, well, let me know when that is, if you need--
FW: [looking Alexander dead in the eye for the first time all morning] I won't. But thanks.
AD: Great. Let's see if we can keep that focus there, okay? Seriously, what has got you all distracted?
FW: Nothing, Alex. Let's get to work.
AD: Fine, just....sheesh, you can't even hit a moonsault this morning, so get your head in the game.
fade
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