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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:51:46 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Springfield, Louisiana
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Poe vs. Davin Moreland
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Tytan vs. Firewoman
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
The Team From Down Under vs. Moosehead Jack & Matte
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
DH Magnusson vs. Seamus McNasty
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
The Heroes Guild vs. IHOP
One Hour Iron Man Match[/u]
Alexander Darling vs. Eric O'Mac
Bryce Larson vs. Chris Evans
Stank & FF Capslock vs.Thim Reynolds & The Dead
Chris Cole vs. Alexander Darling
LD Williams vs. Damon Wrath
card subject to faulty levees
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:52:09 GMT -5
(Post match- Tytan and the members of Ultimo Inc. left the ring and went to the back where they were stopped by Lola and her camera crew.)
Lola: Congrats Tytan on the victory. What do you have to say now that you did what you wanted too?
Tytan: First off I would like to thank Steele for making this possible. Second I told all the OOWF that I was going to be the one that took the title off of Firewoman. Now look, (holds the title too the camera.) I am the Intercontinental Champion. Now you sit and boo me! I was the one that beat a member of RunDEA. I took out the one that was the thorn in how many people's sides.
Lola: Now what do you have to say to those that question how you did it?
Tytan: Well let me--
Steele: (Taking over) It was simple. It's just business and the opportunity came and Tytan rose to the occasion and took it.
Tytan: So like it or not the belt is mine and Fire you want it I am not to hard to find.
Steele: Ultimo Inc. it is time to celebrate. Let's take this town over Ultimo Inc style.
(They all leave celebrating.)
Lola: This is Lola for Ultimo Inc TV and I have a party to go too.
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:52:30 GMT -5
(Ultimo Inc. and several various heels and tweeners of the OOWF are sitting around a Table after the PPV. Steele is standing and circling the table.)
Steele: Life goes on.
(The room laughs.)
Steele: For a man to become preeminent he is required to have some enthusiasm… Enthusiasm…enthusiasm. What are mine? What draws my admiration? What is that which gives me joy?
Biggs: Booze!
Tytan: The women!
Lola: Beating up on Firewoman!
(The crowd laughs.)
Steele: Baseball! (He pulls out a baseball bat.) A man stands alone at the plate. This is the time for what? For individual achievement. There he stands alone. But in the field, what? (Puts his hands on Biggs shoulders.) Part of a team. Teamwork...
(The table responses by repeating him.)
Steele: Looks, throws, catches, hustles. Part of one big team. Bats himself the live-long day, Babe Ruth, Ty Cobb, and so on. If his team don't field...what is he? You follow me?
(The table starts to look at each other.)
Steele: Sunny day, the stands are full of fans. What does he have to saI'ml'm goin' out there for myself.
(Notices that Bryce Larson is sitting at the table and proceeds to walk up behind him.)
Steele: But...I get nowhere unless the team wins.
(The crowd chants “TEAM! TEAM!”)
(Steele then proceeds to take batting practice on his head until he is eventually stopped by Biggs and his security team.)
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:52:50 GMT -5
Seamus is on the bench in the backroom with a doctor stitching up his head, Seamus takes a swing of whiskey and stops the doctor from doing his work…
Seamus: “ Whooooo we have new champions, well woop-d-fucking doo. Tytan I may just want that belt so you go ahead and drink and celebrate, cut your third rate 4 horseman promos, but look around the room and look at the people you have in your company….don’t you see it? "
"They don’t care about you..your their meal ticket…it’s not personal, it’s business…what you don’t understand is the men I stand with our me brothers, we care about each other, so when I come for you…and I will someday, remember it’s not business, it’s personal…and speaking of personal, Dorothy how does it feel to have the belt? Do you like it…good…I got a new little thing to show you…I call it Easter Raising…hahahaha…”
“You know DH, I think there is a storm coming…it feels like rain, so you bring the belt, I’ll bring the whiskey…”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:53:27 GMT -5
Inside the OOWF Headquarters office lobby, the receptionist is answering phone calls about the recent pay per viewReceptionist: "Yes ma'am there was a parental warning put on the television screen before the pay per view started. I'm sorry, can I please ask you to hold? OOWF Offices, this is Janet..." Suddenly a man in a long black coat kicks open the front door.Man: "I have had enough! I have taken this crap for way too long. You get SYB on the horn, I want him and I want him now!"
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:53:51 GMT -5
*TTFDU is celebrating at the local Outback Steakhouse when SFJ 22 approaches*
SFJ: I see you guys are enjoying your latest victory.
OBJ: When LD and I formed Fear Us we had goals. The first was to win these (pats the belts slung on his shoulder and Gator's). The second was to make certain people pay their dues. LD winning the world title was a great example of that, but it put these in jeopardy (pats belts again), but Gator came through big time!
GB: I'm glad I had a chance to pitch in. So for old times' sake, we decided to celebrate here.
Steve Irbot: BEEP! No rules, just right! BEEP! Crikey!
SFJ 22: This week at Mayhem you have to face another OOWF original but his teaming with a relative newcomer. How will you prepare?
GB: Well, we know Moose very well. More so than his partner does. Matte, you might not want to get involved, especially if you look at some of our old matches. You aren't ready for this, not that I'm telling you anything you don't already know.
OBJ(drinks, belches): Australian for watch out for the Team Fom Down Under.
Steve: Waaugh!! beep! Lethal!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:54:15 GMT -5
Early morning at the Springfield Memorial Hospital, and Firewoman is STANDING~! in a room, for a change. She has just gotten there, and is trying to be quiet, but she trips over a chair. Logically, she kicks the chair for daring to leap out at her like that and it slides into an IV pole, that almost falls over, but she catches it. She slowly and quietly puts it back up.
FW: (whispering) Fuck.
TK: Nice catch.
FW: I was trying to not wake you.
TK: What are you doing?
FW: Setting up the IV pole, what does it look like?
TK: No, here. What are you doing HERE.
FW: Had to get the ribs checked out, thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing.
TK: Because.....
FW: Because I wanted to see how long before I can get you back in the ring, and finish what I started?
TK: Riiiiiight. Thanks.
FW: For?
TK: Chair shot to Tytan and Steele.
FW: It's my job to end your career, not Tytan's. Steele was just because it made me happy. Besides...you got in a couple of good shots after Tytan...
TK: ....
FW:....
TK: Won?
FW: Yeah, shouldn't you be unconscious or something?
TK: Probably.
FW: They know what's wrong?
TK: I'm sure they do, but I don't think they're likely to wake me up and tell me. They probably want me to sleep.
FW: Oh, yeah...sorry.
TK: Rough night for RunDEA.
FW: Mags won. But yeah...Lucios and Phantos.......
TK: You should probably go find him....them before they leave.
FW: Yeah okay....well, see you.
The two exchange a look, and Firewoman walks out, joining Lucky who's standing there. They begin walking down the hall.
L: We weren't here to check on your ribs....
FW: So? Get off my case.
L: Sorry......
FW: Wait here. I have another stop to make.
L: Who? Oh...no way......I don't think that's --
FW: How many times do I have to tell you?
L: Right, not paid to think.
Firewoman ducks into another darkened room, and pulls up a chair, this time loudly and with no care to be silent.
MHJ: Here to finish the job?
FW: Shouldn't that be your line?
MHJ: Bad night for RunDE-
FW: Save it.
MHJ: You're here because....
FW: Because you always bug me when I'm laying in that bed, so I figured I'd return the favor.
MHJ: I'll be out this morning. Mandatory over night crap, which I think somehow that rule was your fault. So, let's see.....oh yes, Tytan cashed in his MitB. I imagine there will be a rematch.
FW: Of course.
MHJ: I also imagine that whether you win or lose, that won't be even close to enough. (Firewoman is silent). I mean, they ran your two bestest friends off the road, beat up Evans, and then what they did to Tyson last night....
A shadow falls over Firewoman's face as Moose talks
MHJ: Not to mention what is most probably their worst offense, your motorcycle. All because you interfered in a match? It does seem a bit overkill.
FW: Overkill....nice word for it.
MHJ: Wait....You can't possibly be thinking what I think you're thinking.
FW: I think it's safe to say Moose, that you have never EVER known what I was thinking.
MHJ: Rick won't put up with--
FW: You think I give a flying fuck what Rick will or won't put up with?
MHJ: You can't take on Ultimo, Inc. by yourself.
FW: What makes you think I am?
MHJ: Because you won't ask the Darlings....or Davin for that matter....and Team Aquafina is gone.
FW: Yeah, just shut up about that.
MHJ: I know you have friends in low places, but I seriously doubt given our upcoming tour schedule you want to awaken those sleeping dogs.
FW: You know, I have no idea why I'm here. See ya, Ja....Moose.
Firewoman gets up to leave
MHJ: You know, I'm always up for some violence, if you need--
FW: I don't.
She leaves the room, and she and Lucky head for the exit.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:54:44 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Hallway of Random Encounters. Skurge is looking down an adjoining hallway when a Sexy Female Journalist approaches…
SFJ93: Hey Skurge.
Skurge: Who, me?
SFJ93: Of course you. How many other Skurges do you see, eh?
Skurge: Sorry, it’s just that SFJs never talk to IHOP…Wait, did you just say “eh?”?
SFJ93: I suuure did.
Skurge: Well damn! It’s aboot time the OOWF hired another Canuck! Now, “SFJ93” – I’m guessing they gave you 93 bec–
SFJ93: Lemme stop you right there, big guy. They didn’t give me the number, I requested it, for two reasons: 1. 1993 was the last time a Canadian team won the Cup. 2. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Dougie Gilmore.
Skurge: I think I’m in love.
SFJ93: Slow doon, we just met, eh?
Skurge: Right. Sorry. So, did you just come over here to introduce yourself, or what?
SFJ93: Gimme a little credit. I do have a job to do.
Skurge: Uh, okay. So what can I do for you?
SFJ93: Well, let’s start with your loss to Moosehead Jack last week at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Round 4 Live! From Springfield, NE.
Skurge: Do we have to?
SFJ93: We really do.
Skurge: Fine. Here’s how it went doon: I tried to tell everyone that I could beat Moosehead Jack. No one believed me. In the end, we went almost 20 minutes, and I came really close to pulling it off. I think I surprised a lot of people, including Moosehead Jack. That said, I’m not satisfied with the loss. Now I’ll never know what I could have won if I’d won the tournament.
SFJ93: Did you not watch the finals of the tournament at OOWF End of Days IV Live! From Springfield, Missouri, last night?
Skurge: Nah, once I was oot, I kinda lost interest.
SFJ93: Well, Stank won.
Skurge: Well, congrats to Stank then. What’d he win?
SFJ93: A title shot.
Skurge: What? Seriously? I damn near killed myself for a title shot?
SFJ93: Well, it’s a great opportunity–
Skurge: I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree there. I’ve already been a tag champ and a Chimpion, and I’m the current OOWF D.R.E. Iron Mask Hungry Hungry Hippo champ. That’s pretty much it for belts around here, isn’t it?
SFJ93: Actually–
Skurge: So, as I was saying: Moosehead Jack, I thought I could beat you, and I came closer than you thought I could. Anytime you want a rematch, I’m game, eh? Name the time and place.
MHJ: How about right now?
Skurge (turning around): JESUS CHRIST~! I thought you were in the…when did you get…why…
*As Skurge backs away from Moosehead Jack – who, it would appear, has returned from the hospital – he trips over SFJ93’s microphone cord, and the back of his head slams against the floor, knocking him unconscious. Moosehead Jack makes the cover, and a referee appears out of the hallway that Skurge was looking down earlier…
Ref: From now on, the only person who gets to yell is me. Why? Because I have a gun. People with guns get to do whatever they want. Married people without guns – for instance, you – do NOT get to yell. Why? NO GUNS! No guns, no yelling. See? Simple little equation.
MHJ: What? What are you–
Ref: I have a gun, it's loaded, shut up.
MHJ: You don’t have a gun. Just make the count, asshole.
Ref: Look kid... what I do, running around, stealing stuff, may sound great when you're fourteen years old, but it sucks just a little bit when you're thirty-five. No house. No family. I got a partner who's fifty...he still can't understand why they took "Happy Days" off the air.
MHJ: What the fuck are you talking about? Wait a minute…what hallway did you just come out of?
Ref: The Hallway of Copyright Infringement. It’s right there, next to your locker room. How do you think I got here so fast?
MHJ: Refs always seem to appear out of nowhere when the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship is on the line.
Ref: Oh, so you were looking for an actual referee? I’m not qualified, I’m afraid. I’m just an actor. I’ll get you a real ref. Hold on.
MHJ: What an asshole.
*A new, much more official referee appears and immediately makes the three count…
New Ref: Your winner and new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion…Moosehead Jack!
*Moosehead Jack arises, victorious, and opens his locker room door. There’s a single lightbulb swinging on a bare wire. Unfortunately, Moosehead Jack is busy looking at his new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship, and he walks right into the lightbulb, which shatters in his face…
MHJ: OW! FUCK! My eye! My precious eye! So much blood…lightbulb doesn’t respect me…can’t trust it…
*Moosehead Jack staggers back out of his locker room, blinded by his own blood. He is clearly not fully recovered from his match at OOWF End of Days IV Live! From Springfield, Missouri. Eventually, he collapses due to massive blood loss. Seeing this, SFJ#93 drags Skurge’s still-prone body on top of Moosehead Jack, and the referee makes the count once more…
New Ref: Your winner and new OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion…Skurge!
*SFJ93 runs to the palatial IHOP locker room to get some help for Skurge before Moosehead Jack comes to. She returns shortly thereafter with Fezzik, who hoists Skurge up and returns him to the palatial IHOP locker room as we…
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:55:08 GMT -5
[The Dead is walking with a purpose down the hallway. For the sake of detail, let's say it's Matte's hallway. So, inevitably, The Dead sees Matte slumped against a wall. The Dead doesn't break his stride, but calls out to Matte.]
Dead: Hey Matte...
[Matte potentially mumbles something back, but Dead can't tell if it was an actual response or if Matte was just sleeping. Undaunted, The Dead continues down the hall. He turns the corner and comes to the door he was looking for. The General Manager's office. Instead of bursting in, The Dead actually knocks.]
GMtR: Who is it?
Dead: Rick, it's me, Dead...
GMtR: Oh no, pal, after what you did in here before, there is no way in hell that I'm inviting you in.
Dead: Rick, if I was gonna do something like that again, I wouldn't wait for an invitation. I just want to talk for a minute.
GMtR: Fine. But make it quick.
[The Dead opens the door and takes a seat opposite Rick. The GM looks a little stressed out as he reaches for a glass and some liquor.]
Dead: Not gonna offer me one, huh?
GMtR: Look, if you...
Dead: Relax Rick, I'm kidding. I've seen what you drink, so I just assumed you were doing me a favor by not offering me any.
[Rick is about to go off when he notices The Dead has a smile on his face. Not a smirk, but a genuine smile.]
Dead: Rick, I know I've done things in this office that makes it uncomfortable for me to be here now. Which makes it extra weird that I've come in here to ask for a favor.
GMtR: You want me to do you a favor? After what you've done...?
Dead: Yes, I do, and I'll tell you why.
GMtR: Heh, this should be good...
Dead: The last few weeks, things have changed. I've gone out to the ring, busted my ass, and people have actually....they've, they've cheered me for it. And to be honest, I like it.
[Rick looks slightly stunned.]
GMtR: You? Really?
Dead: I know it sounds weird, especially coming from someone like me, but it's the god damn truth. Which gets me to the favor...
GMtR: Here we go, try to make nice with the boss so you can get something in return. Lemme guess, you want to demand a match with someone? Or maybe insist that you get a title shot right away? Or...
Dead: Nope Rick, none of that. I just want a chance.
GMtR: A chance for what?
Dead: Just to mix it up with the top dogs. The Dead, er I, want to wrestle the best the company has to offer, night in night out.
GMtR: You've got Stank this week...
Dead: And he's a hell of a competitor. I can't wait to square off against one of the best in the biz.
GMtR: So what's the problem?
Dead: It's a tag match, Rick. I'm a singles wrestler. And hell, if I'm going to team with someone, at least let me have some sort of a say in the matter. That last kid you paired with me was off of his rocker.
GMtR: And I saw what you did to him after the match...
Dead: He deserved it. You should probably look into his family history, has to be some of history of mental problems...anyway, that's all I'm asking for Rick. Just a shot to get back to where I was last year.
GMtR: I'll mull this over, Dead.
Dead: Alright, Rick.
[The Dead stands up to leave. He opens the door, but before he steps out, he turns to say one last thing.]
Dead: Oh, and Rick?
GMtR: Yes?
Dead: Thanks.
[The Dead leaves the office and closes the door behind him.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:55:34 GMT -5
<we see the OOWF has upped their camera crew budget because we see someone open their eyes and look around. Since we are seeing it from their point of view, we don't know WHO it is. The person looks around and they appear to be in an empty hallway sitting on the floor. The camera pans back and forth as the person appears to be looking for someone or something. Finally they stop on Matte, who, for a change, is sitting up staring at whoever this is> Matte: You're bleeding......or something <the camera miraculously changes position and we see Moosehead Jack slumped against the wall, bleeding from the gash the light bulb left. Moose hardly seems to notice it> MHJ: So I am <an uncomfortable silence passes between them, only the buzz of the florescent lights can be heard> Matte: So.........you gonna do something? Or are you just gonna sit there and bleed. I mean, whatever, its cool MHJ: We are teaming this week Matte: So I heard, I didn't know I was a tag wrestler MHJ: Well you are this week. Just show up ready. Matte: Uh, yeah sure......whatever <Matte puts his head back down and slips into his semi-conscious stupor. Moose stares at him for a moment, smirks, then gets to his feet and heads down the hallway toward the parking lot> |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:55:55 GMT -5
*Outback Jack, GatorBait, Wally B. King, and Steve Irbot are escorting SFJ22 out of the local Outback Steakhouse, when Moosehead Jack squeals up to the walkway in his previously mentioned yellow '76 Corvette Stingray.*
*Moose gets out of the car and points at something on the other side of the parking lot while shouting.*
MHJ: Dear god! What could that be?!?
*OBJ, Gator, Wally, and Steve Irbot all quickly look in the direction Moose is pointing. Moose quickly accosts SFJ22, duct tapes her mouth, binds her wrists, and throws her in the passenger seat. He proceeds then to squeal away from the parking lot.*
OBJ: No! Not SFJ22!!! You can have SFJ23, SFJ69, SFJ420, HMJ4, or GMJ68! But not SFJ22!!!
Steve Irbot: Leaping Lizards! *bip* I'll save her from the eeeeevil moose! Vicious creachuh!!! *boop* *bip*
*Steve Irbot grabs Wally's cane and takes off in a cheetah-like sprint after Moose and his Stingray. Irbot catches up to them and demands that Moose pull over. Moose has nothing of it, so Steve races ahead to release an oil slick to thwart the dastardly Moose's scheme. After the oil slick is set, Steve Irbot goes and leans against the concrete sound wall on the side of the road.*
MHJ: Is that chocolate syrup in the road?!? Oh, Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!
*Moose's car hits the oil slick, begins to spin out of control, and careens off the road directly at Steve Irbot. Before Irbot can even react, he is impaled square in the chest by the Stingray's tailpipe.*
*OBJ, Gator, and Wally speed up to the scene in Wally's suede-lined limo. They hear a few final beeps and bips, then Steve Irbot slumps over, fizzles out, and detonates.*
*Gator drops to his knees and looks up to the sky with arms outstretched.*
Gator: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!
*Wally shouts at the fleeing Moose.*
Wally: Oh my god! You killed Steve Irbot with a mechanical Stingray! YOU BASTARD!!!
*OBJ pumps his fist in the air while shouting at the fleeing Moose.*
OBJ: I'll get you, my Moosey! And you little Matte, too!!!
*Fade to black...*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:56:18 GMT -5
Chris Evans is walking down the Hallway of Random Encounters, holding his jaw, which is still sore from The Dead’s post-match attack. He sees Firewoman, who is holding an object, which appears to be a mask, staring into space in disbelief.
Evans: Um, hey Fire.
Firewoman is startled and puts it away.
Fire: Oh…uh hey Cubby. Heh, I see Dead caught you pretty good there, huh?
E: Yeah, you got that right. I was also watching his promo. I can’t believe he thinks I have some sort of mental imbalance. I was just pissed off and it got out of hand, that’s all.
But that’s beside the point. I really don’t know what to say about that match you had tonight. I couldn’t believe what happened at the end there.
F: Well believe it Cubby. I got screwed out of the title by that walking steroid, Tytan.
E: No, that’s…not what I meant. I mean yeah, that was really bad as well. What I meant was that attack on Tyson by Tytan. I mean…he attacked his own tag team partner, for absolutely no reason. I mean, I know Tytan will do anything for that IC title, but I didn’t think he’d stoop that low as to try to take out his own partner, who by all means shouldn’t have even been competing tonight.
F: Well now you know what he’s truly capable of. That’s what makes him so deadly. He’d give the Corporate Fallout to his own mother if it just got him a spot in a tournament for the #1 contender’s spot for the belt. He just doesn’t give a shit.
E: I thought you wanted Tyson taken out though.
F: By my hands, dammit, not Tytan’s!
E: Well, I know it’s really none of my concern, but to me, it looked like you were pretty concerned for Tyson’s well-being after that attack.
Firewoman gets a shocked look on her face, which she tries as best as she can to cover up.
E: Alright, I can see that’s a rough subject for you so I’ll drop it.
F: Good.
E: Well, I’ll see ya around then. I gotta get myself ready for my match with Bryce. Man, I’ve been waiting for this matchup for a long time. He’s one of the guys around here I know I can count on to put on the match of the night.
F: Alright then, see ya around Cubheart.
Evans turns around to leave. After he’s gone, Fire once again looks at the mask.
F: Phantos, I’m sorry.
She then lets out a primal scream and goes on one of her usual rampages, destroying everything in her path.
Evans hears this and runs back to see Fire smashing everything in sight.
E: Hey Fire, calm it down!
Fire responds by chucking a trash can at Evans’ skull, which he dodges just in time.
E: Alright, maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say.
F: You got that right!
E: Look, I know you’re pissed off that Team Aquafina is gone, but…
F: Dammit Cubby, I should’ve done something to stop it!
E: Look, that may be true but….Hey, you’ve still got the rest of RunDEA.
F: It’s just not the same without them, without…him.
E: Well look, if you need someone to talk to or cry….
F: I...DON’T…CRY. EVER!!!!!!
E: Oh yeah, I forgot. Well anyway, just remember you still have allies around here.
F: Thanks Cubheart.
E: Don’t mention it. I’ll see you around then.
Evans leaves as Firewoman continues tearing up the backstage area. Evans decides to just keep walking.
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:56:40 GMT -5
Chris Evans continues WALKING~! as the commotion behind him continues. He happens by Bryce Larson, also WALKING~! in the OPPOSITE DIRECTION~!
CE: Bryce.
BL: Chris.
CE: Me and you this week, eh?
BL: Yeah, I'm looking forward to it. I guess we can both show Run DEA what we're capable of.
CE: And it's a rare thing in wrestling that we've never faced each other before.
BL: Don't think I've forgotten about the time you stretched me at that Lance Storm seminar.
CE: Right. I didn't expect you to.
BL: Yeah, I didn't. How's that jaw? I'm a big fan of throwing elbows lately. You know, just to let you know. See you Wednesday night.
Evans and Larson continue to glare at each other as they go their separate ways down the hallway.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:57:02 GMT -5
“Miseria Cantare” begins to play and the fans in the arena stand and cheer. The flames shoot out of the stage as Poe begins to rise from below the stage. His trademark bloody towel covers his head. Selena is kneeling, clutching at his leg. The World Heavyweight Title belt hangs limply from his right hand.
Once they are on the stage, Selena stands. Poe hands her the belt. Poe removes the bloody towel and spit red mist into the air as “Miseria Cantare” hits its crescendo. Selena holds the belt spread out over her head as she leads Poe to the ring.
As they reach the ring steps, Selena hands the belt back to Poe and goes to the announce table to grab a microphone. She climbs into the ring as Poe watches her in the center. Selena holds the microphone to her mouth and smiles.
SG: I’ve always wanted to do this…Louisiana, are you ready?
The crowd cheers. Selena runs to a corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle.
SG: YOU CRAZY CAJUNS, I SAID! ARE…YOU…READY?!
The crowd cheers louder. Selena hops off the turnbuckle and stands in front of Poe.
SG: For the thousands in attendance…for some strange reason since the show is still two days away…and the millions watching at home…ladies and gentlemen…LET’S GET READY TO…
Selena holds the microphone out to the audience.
Crowd: SUCK IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The crowd cheers again. Selena looks at the crowd in shock. She looks back at Poe and back to the crowd.
SG: Omigod it’s “rumble” people, what’s wrong with you? That’s so inappropriate, gosh!
Selena hands the microphone to Poe. Poe takes it and the crowd cheers again. Poe then holds the Championship belt high.
Poe: It’s about damn time.
The crowd erupts. Poe lets them cheer for a few moments before lowering the belt. He looks at it before he begins to speak again.
Poe: Wednesday, I will face Davin Moreland once again.
The crowd boos.
Poe: Davin Moreland wants his title back…shocking. You see Davin, this belt symbolizes the huge differences between us. You have a sense of entitlement. You deserve to be Champion.
Poe sneers and looks into the camera for the first time. He then hands the belt back to Selena.
Poe: You see I’m different Davin. I view life differently than you. All my life I’ve taken what I needed and wanted but deserved nothing, because that’s the way it is! I have what I have and I protect it with my life because someone out there always wants it just as bad as I do!
Poe pauses, breathing deep. As he does, Selena wraps the belt around her waist, the belt nearly covering her entire stomach. As he begins to speak again, he points to the belt.
Poe: This is my third different World Title and let me tell you what it means to me. It symbolizes nearly two decades now of blood, sweat, tears, broken bones, torn muscles, and metal anguish. I was not entitled to this, as there are scores of men that have had similar wars as I and have never come close to winning a World Title. But you see Davin…and listen closely punk…
Poe glares into the camera. Selena rubs the belt with a smile.
Poe: I took this because I wanted it, and I took it…from you. We have faced many times before now, but this Wednesday it’ll be different. You’ve never faced me as World Champion. It awakens an entirely different beast in me. I am now the alpha male here in the OOWF and I know I have every single wrestler in that locker room gunning for me.
Poe looks back to the locker room and smiles wickedly.
Poe: Bring ‘em on. It’s time for the alpha male of the herd to start eating his young…and it starts with you Davin. The OOWF has seen nothing like me as its Champion…
“But stay! These walls – these ivy-clad arcades –
These mouldering plinths – these sad and blackened shafts –
These vague entablatures – this crumbling frieze –
These shattered cornices – this wreck – this ruin –
These stones – alas! These grey stones – they are all –
All of the famed, and the colossal left
By the corrosive Hours to Fate…
…AND ME!”
The crowd erupts.
Poe: So until Wednesday Davin Moreland…Namaste.
The crowd cheers again as the chorus of “Miseria Cantare” strikes up again and Poe and Selena leave the ring.
OOC: Poem lyrics from Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Coliseum”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:57:28 GMT -5
*Ok, this is one of those "timeshift" promos. Let's say for the sake of argument that this took place before Evans' last promo. You know, that way, Firewoman doesn't have any real issue with it. You know how she is.*
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*Davin Moreland is ROCKING~! the "Anxiety Rock Back And Forth to try to Calm Yourself" rock that, you know, crazy people sometimes do. He's holding a box in his hands, and he really doesn't look like he's all there. We see (without audio) Samantha trying to talk to him, but she's getting nothing, so she eventually gives up and leaves. Firewoman comes in the door moments later, tailed by Lucky. Firewoman gives a cursory glance over to Davin, and decides it's probably best to go on her merry way, so she tries to do just that. However...*
DM: Nice of you to finally fucking show up, Lisa.
FW: Excuse me? You're not my -
DM: Shut the FUCK UP, LISA! They fucking CARED about you! They would have done ANYTHING for you! And what do you do? Go play fucking Pattycake with fucking KINCAID! Phantos was fucking HEARTBROKEN! How fucking dare you! *He stands up and gets right in her face, and Firewoman takes a defensive position* How fucking DARE you jerk them around.
FW: I didn't...
DM: SHUT THE FUCK UP! FUCK! They call ME SELFISH! Fuck. I could take fucking lessons from you. You know, *air quotes* Run DEA showed me a fucking lot tonight. Phantos and Lucios are in trouble in a LOSER LEAVES FUCKING TOWN match, and where the fuck is everyone? I mean, it's bad enough having to spend the rest of my life knowing that I was 10 seconds too late to save them; but at least I FUCKING TRIED. All for one, right? Got each other's backs, right? I mean, fuck, I KNEW Darling wouldn't give a fuck, but Mags? YOU? You're too busy eating Garlic Chicken at Catering or something?
FW: It wasn't fucking LIKE that, Tommy.
DM: Of COURSE it was fucking LIKE THAT, Lisa. I mean, I don't even give a fuck that no one showed up at my match. I expect that shit now. But a loser leaves town match? And NO ONE shows up but me? Did you hear that fucking Face Pop we got? Did you hear it? I have been a straight up JACKASS for months around here - as big a douchebag as I can POSSIBLY be, and the three of us still got a monster face pop. How the FUCK is that possible? I mean, fuck, *I* was marking out when the music came up. And now they're gone. My brothers are fucking gone. The two guys who helped me be more than just some non-descript jobber with an interesting gimmick to one of the most decorated champions in this business. That doesn't happen without Phantos and Lucios; without Run DLP. Fuck, our fucking CAPTAIN is gone now. How's that gonna work? Everyone's passing this off as no big deal. Well you know what, it IS a big fucking deal.
FW: I KNOW it's a big deal. You think this doesn't bother me?
DM: How the fuck should I know, Lisa? I thought I did. And then you pull the Casper Routine, and I see you playing with Kincaid in the fucking hospital.
FW: Wait, you care that I was with Kincaid, but not Moose.
DM: *shrugs* You were already there at that point.
FW: Tommy, you're not being reasonable.
DM: Me? Reasonable? When the fuck am I reasonable? And why the fuck should I be reasonable now? Phantos and Lucios are GONE! Don't you get it? It's over. All of this is OVER now.
FW: How do you figure?
DM: You're not very fucking bright, are you?
FW: Excuse me?
DM: The CAPTAIN is gone. The life-blood of this stable is gone. We could ALWAYS count on Phantos and Lucios having a belt, or competing for a belt. Now what?
FW: Mags is champ.
DM: Who the fuck is Mags? Is he in Run DEA? I must have fucking missed that somehow, because I haven't seen him once..
FW: Be that as it may...
DM: What the fuck ever, Lisa. Here *he hand the box to Firewoman*, Phantos said to give that to you. It's cute how he thinks you give a shit.
FW: Say it again, Tommy. See what fucking happens to you.
DM: You couldn't hurt me any worse than seeing my brothers escorted out of here by security. I don't even care that I lost the championship on Sunday. Not anymore.
FW: You'd better snap out of it before Mayhem.
DM: *shrugs* Poe will be a good champ. At least call them, Lisa.
*Davin leaves, and Firewoman is just dumbstruck by Davin's reaction to everything. Firewoman opens the box, and finds Phantos' mask, and a note*
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:57:52 GMT -5
(Tytan stands alone in the Center of Ultimo Inc. training facility. He wears the IC belt across is shoulder like all big-men. Lola and her camera crew are filming as Steele and Biggs watch on.)
Lola: Three...two...one...(She points to Tytan.)
Tytan: Firewoman....we told you what would happen and look Ultimo Inc. delivered. And guess what it seems like the rest of your world is starting to crumble. Where are you boys Phantos and Lucios? I can tell you they are on their way back to Texas. The Darlings? Who knows? And then there is Davin...it seems like he has lost the last little bit of faith he had in you. So who is left for you? Lucky...you have to be kidding me.
Come Mayhem Firewoman your world will continue to crumble. Now you still think that this was because you interfered in a match? You are so wrong. It's all because I didn't like what you and the rest of RunDEA represented. So it was up to Ultimo Inc. to destroy your world and I say we did a pretty damn good job.
Steele: (Makes his way to the ring.) Now Miss. Fire there are some pretty interesting rumors going around about your plan for retaliation. All I have to say is by now if you have not realized who you are trying to fuck with then try it. Look at what happened to those you care about. Do you think we can't find out where your mother lives? We are Ultimo Inc. and we do business the only way we know how. By any means necessary!
Oh and in other notes. Ultimo Inc is looking to expand the family we are currently accepting applications for membership. If you have Ultimo Blood then see if you have what it takes to join us.
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:58:51 GMT -5
A silver McLaren F1 pulls up to the Holiday Inn Express outside the Springfield, Missouri airport. A woman gets out, wearing a black trenchcoat, and allows the valet to park the car, in a very very secure portion of the lot. She walks in, past the front desk, and gets in the elevator. The new and improved Ninja Cams switch perspective to show the doors opening on a floor with rooms. She walks down the hall, with a piece of paper in her hand. She stops in front of room 204, and knocks. The door opens, and a tall man wearing a wrestling mask is standing there.
P: You got my note!
FW: Sure did, Cowboy. And the present. Thanks.
P: No problem.
FW: Of course, I had to endure a tirade from Davin first. He's very upset.
P: I know. We all are.
Looking past Phantos into the room
FW: So, uh....where's Lucios?
P: Room 423.
FW: You aren't sharing a room:?
P: Nope.
FW: He's on a different floor?
P: Completely different wing.
FW: Huh....
P: Yep.
FW: ....
P: ....
FW: Well, I guess we should talk.
P: Talk? But I....about what?
FW: What you're buying me for breakfast.
Firewoman walks into the room, and Phantos closes the door.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:59:13 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 Approaches L.D. Williams.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., Sunday night at End of Days IV, Poe became the new OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. Your thoughts?”
LD: “Told you Davin wasn’t leaving with the belt. I’m sure that Poe will make a fine champion until he gets in the ring with me, but this week I have bigger things to worry about.”
SFJ#47: “Um…have you seen the lineup?”
LD: “Of course. I’m facing Damon Wrath.”
SFJ#47: “Most people don’t see Damon as much of a threat these days.”
LDW: “That’s where they’re wrong. Damon Wrath is a superhero, granted great powers by the touch of a radioactive zealot. Able to clear entire arenas with a brief sermon. It looks to be one of the greatest challenges of my career.”
SFJ#47: “You’re serious?”
LDW: <sighs> “Of course I’m not serious. Last week I helped give the DDT title to a half-brick, for crying out loud. I’m trying to have some fun here.”
SFJ#47: “So what do you really think about your match with Damon?”
LDW: “Damon Wrath, on a good day, is a very competitive wrestler. If he truly intends to save the OOWF, he needs to reconsider the company he keeps, and most certainly change his tactics. Damon, if you want to convince people to drink your kool-aid, you need to stir it up, and around here, your vow of silence just isn’t going to get the job done.
It seems to me you have two options Wednesday night. You can come ready to fight, and maybe you can prove you shouldn’t be overlooked. Or, you can come focused on restoring justice and lighting the darkness, and become infamous for how badly I hurt you. Your choice.
Damon, I appreciate your fear of God, but Wednesday night, you’ll learn to Fear Me.”
**As Williams finishes, someone starts to golf clap. The camera turns to show Moosehead Jack.**
LDW: “Too much?”
MHJ: <shrugs> “Maybe a little melodramatic.”
LDW: “I guess I should have said more about Trusting my Blood and Respecting my Trust.”
MHJ: “Fuck you.”
**The conversation continues, but they walk out of earshot and the camera fades**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:59:37 GMT -5
*FADE INTO THE PALATIAL IHOP LOCKER ROOM*
<Skurge barges in to see the rest of IHOP rocking out to Everlong – SYB is on the drums, The Amnesiac is on guitar, and Fezzik is doing his best Grohl impression>
Fezzik: The only thing I’ll ever ask of you… you’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when…
Skurge: WHEN!
<The band stops playing as the Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth peeks out from the palatial IHOP kitchen>
DM: Skurge! Welcome back. I made your favourite – a salami and egg sandwich.
Skurge: Fuck that noise. I want blood, eh?
SYB: Awww, somebody needs a hug. <He snorts through his little nubby flap of a nose>
Skurge: Fuck off, shitdick. I think the robot from Short Circuit stole my BBQ Iranian Moon Hairy Mobile title and I’m pissed.
Amn: Your what?
Skurge: My CIA Hungry Man title, asscock. Open your fucking ears, eh?
Amn: But I...
Skurge: And if the Nerds think they can keep our chimp belts, surely they’re mistaken.
SYB: Hey I think we can win… and don’t call me…
<Skurge swings a barbed wire hockey stick at SYB and stops it right at the edge of his scarred and stitched face>
Skurge: Shirley.
<He holds the stick over his head and lets out a Sand People-esque scream. The room is silent for a minute before he slowly walks away.>
SYB: Where does he get those wonderful toys?
Amn: Never mind that, what about Brian Dennehy?
SYB: Ahh yes. <He looks right into the camera> Well well well Brian. I’m glad you finally got out of your cocoon and came back to the real world. But listen up fat man and spread the message to your goons back in Hope – I could have killed them all, I could have killed you. Back there you’re the law, out here it’s me. Don’t push it or I’ll give you a war you won’t believe. Let it go.
<The camera zooms in>
Let it go.
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 11:00:01 GMT -5
*TTFDU are with a local minister*
Min: And where are the remains of your dear departed friend? At one of our fine local funeral homes? My deacon can make the necessary arrangements, once your check clears, of course.
WBK (pulls out his pimp roll): No need to write a check, reverend. But, about the remains...
GB: Well we did scrape him up off the side of the road.
Min: I see...
OBJ: But Corporal Klinger ate him!
Min: The cross-dressing pervert from MASH?
WBK: Afraid so, mate.
Min: I cannot countenance such an abomination! Avoid the very appearance of evil! Drop to your knees and pray!
WBK: Speaking of dropping to knees...*leans over and whispers to the minister*
Min: Gail Kim???
WBK: Right.
Min: Why didn't you tell me Mr. Irbot was a member of the congregation?
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 11:00:34 GMT -5
A silver McLaren F1 pulls into the OOFW Arena in Springfield, Louisiana. That's right, she drove from Missouri to Louisiana in a ridiculously and unbelievably short period of time. She pulls into the secured parking are, and hops out of the car. She grabs her bag from the trunk, and walks into the arena, putting her cigarette out before she enters, like a good girl. She makes her way down the hall, saying hi to stunned production assistants and assorted staff and crew. She passes Moosehead Jack in the hallway, holding his new Heavy Metal Ironman DDT Title. She holds out her fist, and they fist bump in congratulations. Finally, she arrives at the RunDEA Suites by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. She looks at the part that says RunDEA for a bit, tracing it with her finger, sighs a melancholy sigh, and appears to compose herself. She flings the door open.
FW: Hey, peeps. What's happening.
AD: It's about time. And where the fuck is my--
Firewoman kicks her leg up and tosses the keys under them. They arch upward and land in Alexander's outstretched hand.
FW: In the parking space, safe and sound, not a scratch on it, A.B.
AD: Oh....kay.......we had fun, I take it?
FW: Yep. We played Scrabble.
AD: Is that some sort of....wait, I don't want to know.
FW: (with a gleam in her eye) Yeah, you're right. You don't.
DM: I do.
Davin appears in the doorway, looking like shit.
FW: Yeah. I'm outta here....
DM: Wait....Fire, I wanna say--
FW: I have something for you. (She shoves a piece of paper into his hands). Their address in Texas. For some reason, they thought you'd want that.
DM: Oh okay. Thanks.....wait, what do you mean--
FW: We're done here.
Firewoman turns to go, but Davin, who's having just as many problems with mood control as Firewoman on her best days, grabs her shoulder and spins her around.
AD: Hey, Davin, let's not...
FW: I don't think you want to do this. Really.
DM: No no...you got something to say to me, say it.
Firewoman looks at him, and the anger builds.
AD: I'll be in the other room...
FW: You sit the fuck down. I want a witness for this. (Alexander sits down. Fire turns back to Davin and gets right in his face.). You know, you can be all high and mighty, as if you're the only one who gives a damn about what happened Sunday night, but deep down you know you're fucking wrong.
Davin switches from anger to something else, as he looks down, and can't quite meet her eyes.
FW: You know, don't play the injured party here. You're still here. You're still employed. You have a title shot Wednesday night, that if you truly gave a DAMN about your former partners, you'd be spending every waking moment preparing for, instead of wallowing in self-pity. Because that's what they live for in the business. The competition, the cheers of the crowd, the feeling of holding that belt skyward in victory. You want to carry the flag of DLP? Then stop crying around here and get your shit together.
DM: You're....right. I need to...it's just....there's no CAPTAIN....everything we've built....
FW: Oh just drop the act. Be a man, and look me in the eye. Phantos was never YOUR captain. He was mine, and Alexander's and Lexie's, but never yours. Oh sure, you made him Captain, but that was just a title. You were the one calling the shots. He never did anything without checking with you first. YOU, Davin, were the real captain of RunDLP, and later RunDEA. You know it, I know it, Lucios knows, hell, the fans know it. And what's even better? PHANTOS knows it.
And yet still...he wants you to know where they are, and that if you ever need anything, they'll be there for you. And he hopes you aren't too disappointed in them.
Alexander is speechless, and not sure whether to applaud, get between them, or run and hide. Davin's face looks like Firewoman just beat him with a baseball bat. Firewoman is at first relishing in this, but then calms down.
DM: You fucking bitch....
FW: Yes. Yes I am. But I'm also right. Now if we are finally DONE here, I have a match to prepare for.
Davin looks to be switching between wanting to punch her and wanting to collapse, so he merely heads back to his room
AD: Wow.... one night with Phantos certainly had an effect--
FW: Oh, can it, Alex. It's not that. What I said to Davin about focus applies to me too. DH has been trying to convince me of that for weeks, but it wasn't until I saw Phantos and Lucios leaving that I really got it. Wait, where's OGM Shawn Johnson?
AD: You're not going to hurt her are you? Because you're in one of those moods...
FW: I won't if she gets her ass and her microphone in here in about three seconds.
AD: SHAWN!!! GET IN HERE NOW!!!
OGM SJ: Damn, Alex, what's with the-- Oh.....
FW: Yeah, oh...gimme your damn microphone.
(Firewoman doesn't wait, and rips the microphone from Johnson's hands, and looks straight into the ninja cam, and straight into Tytan's soul)
OGM SJ: Hey, what the fu--
AD: Shawn...don't.....
FW: This is for you, Tytan. You think you're in my head? Well, you're right. You are. Unfortunately, that's not good news for you. Because you've been letting Steele do all your dirty work, attacking my friends and family...but avoiding me. And I'll admit, I've been ignoring all that because my mind has been occupied by other things. But not now, Tytan. I only have eyes for you now. And I can give you a whole list of people who can tell you what a terrifying thought that should be. So here's how it's going to be. Your handler, Steele, is going to stop targeting people who have nothing to do with this. Biggs is going to stop digging into things that are none of his business. I am coming for you, and you alone. And I'm coming for that belt. And if I have to pry that from your cold, dead hands? Well, that'll just make it sparkle a little more for me.
She shoves the microphone back to Shawn Johnson, and heads to her locker room
OGM SJ: What the fuck did I miss?
AD: (exhaling as if he'd been holding his breath this entire time) I'll tell you later.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 11:00:57 GMT -5
(Tytan watching Firewoman's latest promo smiles, and takes the mic from Lola.)
Tytan: Wow, it's nice to finally see the real Firewoman finally come back. It's nice to see that you finally said something different on the mic then the crap that has been pouring out of your mouth for the last couple of weeks. It is also nice to see I don't have to hurt the woman that we thought was suppose to be a wrestler, but instead got the one that has been carrying on and bringing the majority of the drama that has existed in the OOWF.
It sad that it has taken this long. I mean your boyfriend had to leave the OOWF, you had to lose this title. Your friends and family had to be attacked. Damn Fire, you really are thick.
Now, as far as being scared. (Takes the camera and points it at his face.) Do I look like I am scared? Am I running Fire, I am not hard to find! You see everything that Steele and Biggs has been doing was all part of the game. We got in your head, and look what it did! The title is mine, just like I said I would do. It doesn't matter Fire I will fight you anywhere, Steel Cage, Last One Standing,Back alley Brawl, Hell in A Cell, Ultimate X, I don't care. I hate you and what you represent that it doesn't matter especially that I have you right where I wanted you.
Now you are the wounded dog that is backed into the corner. Now Firewoman you have two options come out and fight and give me everything you have, or crawl up in the corner and die either way come Mayhem the fire will finally be put out once and for all.
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 11:01:18 GMT -5
(Tytan picks up the nearby camera and looks into it.)
Tytan: Firewoman, maybe you want to know how much your words...ah hell your look really does scare me. (He goes to a nearby laptop. and then picks up the cell phone and makes a call.)
Biggs is everything set...
(The camera then goes to a split screen where we see Biggs sitting in a truck outside a local Burrito joint in Texas. And the camera pans down the road and you can see Phantos and Lucios Pick up truck. The two are then seen leaving the Burrito Joint.)
Biggs: 3...2...1..(He hits a button and the Truck blows up knocking P and L back to the ground.)
Set and done. Now, it's time for me to go. They look hurt but they are still moving. So we didn't kill them.
(Biggs throws the car in drive and heads off.)
Tytan: See Fire I just don't care. I will destroy you and I will take everyone close to you down with you.
(He laughs as we fade)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 11:01:43 GMT -5
-- snip --
[The Dead stands up to leave. He opens the door, but before he steps out, he turns to say one last thing.]
Dead: Oh, and Rick?
GMtR: Yes?
Dead: Thanks.
[The Dead leaves the office and closes the door behind him. As he turns to walk away he bumps straight into Thim Reynolds, who's smiling]
TR: so . . . you're dead then . . .
TD: THE Dead!
TR: right, of course you are. I heard what you were saying to theRick . . . I know how you feel, I really do . . . but you've got it all wrong
TD: oh really, and just what have I got wrong, in your humble opinion
TR: ha, there's nothing humble about my opinion. I'm never wrong and I don't care who knows it - I just thought that as we're partners this week I'd try pointing you in the right direction
TD: and . . .
TR: the crowd don't mean shit, really they don't. If you wanna suck up to them go ahead, but don't ever start doing things because of them. Same goes for theRick. You can do him all the favours you like but it won't mean shite in the end, he's out for the good of the company and if that means stabbing you in the back he won't hesitate
[things are starting the get heated now and the two 'partners' are eyeball to eyeball]
TD: that's great, but I don't want any favours from anyone, especially you
TR: good job, because you're not going to get any, just advice. You want to be the best you've got to fight and be the best, Rick Flair at least got that part right
[both men pause and look around as from the distance they hear a WWWHHHHHHooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]
TR: you're in a tag this week with me and neither of us like it but you need friends around here. I don't have friends, I have people I respect and that respect me and I'm wondering if you're good enough to be one of them
TD: are you joking!
TR: do I look like I'm joking? Like I said, pander to the crowd all you like, I couldn't care less as long as you get the job done in the ring. Remember, you're fighting for a win on my record this week as well as yours, and I don't take kindly to losing. I'll see you out there
[after a final typical, tense, heavy breathing stare down Thim turns on his heel and walks away leaving The Dead staring after him]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 11:02:05 GMT -5
Fade in as Bryce Larson is STANDING~! in a rather inconsequential hallway talking on his cell phone when the OOWF camera crew happens by.
Bryce: ...... So you talked to him? ...... What are you waiting for? ...... Well, that is a good point. But you never know. ...... Yeah, I don't care what they think. ...... Yeah, I know! ...... I think he'd be cool with that. Very happy with it, actually. ...... Hey, hang on a second.
[Bryce finally notices the camera, turns and starts yelling.]
Bryce: Goddamnit! Can't I talk on the fucking phone in private anymore? Get the fuck out of here!
The cameraman obliges, and we only hear a little bit more of Bryce's conversation as he leaves.
Bryce: ...... Sorry about that Mary Jane. Stupid cameramen ......
Fade out.
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