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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 28, 2009 21:39:28 GMT -5
<We cut to GM the Rick’s office, where a pleased Steele is coming out of the office holding the lineup, he is immediately stopped by SFJ7>
SFJ7: Mr. Steele, what are your thoughts on what happened to Tytan tonight, and how is he faring?
Steele: The burns are mostly superficial, they will heal. The wound from losing his Intercontinental title in the most unjust way imaginable, however, will take a little longer to heal.
SFJ7: I assume Tytan will invoke his rematch clause at the pay per view….
Steele: No, no he will not. <turning to the camera> Fire, we know damn well it was you. We already have people looking into the matter to take legal action, but for now, justice will be dealt out in the ring. I talked to GM the Rick, and he has approved an Inferno Hell in the Cell match for MADNESS. You want to play with fire? You will get burned
<Steele posts the lineup on the door and walks away>
OOWF MADNESS V PPV Live! From Springfield, Oregon
OOWF World Heavyweight Title No-Rules Match[/u] Poe vs. Alexander Darling
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Chris Cole vs. Chris Evans
OOWF World Tag Team Title Taipei Fence I Quit Match[/u] Empty Team vs. kz
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] Matte vs. Seamus McNasty
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Steel Cage Match[/u] IHOP vs. The Heroes Guild
Inferno Hell in the Cell[/u] Tytan vs. Firewoman
Unsanctioned Street Fight - If Bryce Loses, He Leaves the OOWF[/u] Bryce Larson vs. Davin Moreland
Steel Cage Weapons Match[/u] Spin Hansen vs. DH Magnusson
Thim Reynolds vs. Stank vs. The Dead Zane Myers vs. Damon Wrath
Card subject to Axe Men approval
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:40:01 GMT -5
(Tytan stands alone bandages unraveling as he talks to reveal the burns on his face.)
Tytan: Firewoman! Fire! So you couldn't walk away and admit that you lost the war. That Ultimo Inc beat you.... at your own game. You had to turn up the heat one more time.... Now sister....you need to understand that this will be the last time that you do so. Firewoman! I am going to kill you....you will not walk out of that ring alive. I will burn your flesh and rip it off your bones with my teeth. I will burn you so bad that you will have to use Phantos mask to finish off whatever career you are going to have.
Firewoman you also don't realize that Ultimo Inc has ways to bring out a side of a person that you don't even know. Call it her "Mr. Hyde" mix. This was Dr. Podvod's last little mix that she was working on before. The incident....now maybe she can help you with a special "Mix" of your own.
(He looks off the screen to who we believe is Steele.)
Tytan: Do it!
Steele: This hasn't been tested. We have no idea what it will do to you.
Tytan: It will all end at MAdness...one of us will not walk out of that ring and I am no way in hell planning it on being me. So inject me or I will do it MYSELF!
Steele: May God have Mercy on My SOUL!
(He give Tytan the injection. After two seconds there is a scream followed some uncontrolled laughing and then a thud as the camera catches Tytan hitting the ground.)
Steele: (Looks into the camera) Firewoman now you are going to see what it means to be chemically enhanced! Welcome to a new Hell! Business is done. This time it is personal!
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:40:31 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen heading down the hall of Ruthless Violence when he runs into Chris Cole who is celebrating his victory. Tytan on "pissed off-mr. Hyde" 'roids. Sees him and smiles)
Tytan: Cole. People have told me I should worry about what Firewoman could do. No one wondered what Tytan would do. You will be the first to learn what it is like to come face to face with the devil himself.
(Tytan sprints and tackles Cole and begins to pummel him with lefts and rights. When Tytans hands are bloodied enough he takes the title and begins smashing it into Cole's nose.)
(Steele comes running with Biggs)
Steele: Tytan what the hell are you doing?!?!?!
Tytan: FIREWOMAN!!!
(Biggs tries to pull off Tytan and Tytan just throws him like a Mysterio lawn dart.)
Tytan: I WILL KILL YOU!!!!
(Tytan then picks up Cole and powe-bombs hit not once. Not twice but three times! COLE IS DEAD! Steele sees the opportunity and then injects something into Tytan's neck which sends him to the ground.)
Steele: (on his headset.) We need the team up here now. We need to get Tytan out of here before he kills someone!
(Fade)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:40:56 GMT -5
Firewoman is in her locker room, watching Tytan's rampage through the halls. Lucky is...well, not packing, because Firewoman never unpacks, but he is picking up random things to get ready to head for the next Springfield. She stops what she is doing, and then looks at the screen. Suddenly, she starts to laugh. Not a giggle, or a chuckle, a chortle, a snicker. But a laugh. It starts off slowly, but then starts to build. It builds and builds. Lucky stops what he's doing and looks at her, a little fearful. Firewoman continues to laugh, until it has built into full-on crazy person cackle. Lucky backs out of the room, keeping his eye on Fire, who is nearly doubled over with laughter. He closes the door and then sprints down the hall yelling.
Lucky: DAAAVIN....ALEX.....I think we have a problem.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:41:16 GMT -5
*Fade in* to footage from last night, where the entire Hereos Guild is leaving the arena together. Single Female Journalist #007 catches up with Bryce for a (brief, apparently) comment.
SFJ007: Bryce Larson, what happened to your match tonight?
BL: Bullshit, that's what happened, honey. Davin didn't get the assurance he wanted? Fine, I'm scheduling a meeting with GM The Rick to give him those assurances.
Bryce walks off, and we *fade out.*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:41:52 GMT -5
[The Dead seems happier than usual after his latest win. As he is walking down the hallway, he notices the card for OOWF Madness V. Dead, naturally, looks for his name toward the top of the card. He continues to scan downward and gets to the bottom, and has to go back to make sure what he's seeing is correct. The look on his face drops slightly. Dead heads to Rick's office and takes a seat opposite the GM.] GMtR: What can I do for you, Deadly? Dead: Rick, you saw what I did out there last night, right? GMtR: Sure did, looks like you got away with... Dead: I won, Rick. I won. Again. GMtR: Congratulations. Is that what you came here to tell me? Dead: Partially. I've had big wins these past few weeks against some of the top talent here. Yet I look at the lineup for Sunday, and I'm in there cleaning up after the new guy and some guy that I didn't even think worked here anymore... GMtR: Damon is a valuable member of... Dead: Doesn't matter Rick. A few weeks ago I asked for a chance, for a shot. You put me up against some of the best and brightest here, and I beat them. GMtR: Some might question the methods... Dead: Who? You? I know my fans don't question it. I didn't cheat, I didn't go behind the referee's back. I just won. The old me might have done those things, but I'm different now. GMtR: Dead, you're just going to have to be patient. These things take time. Dead: I understand that, and I expected that to come from you. If I can't appeal to your sense of reason, maybe I can appeal to your sense of economics... GMtR: What, exactly, do you mean? Dead: I mean this. [The Dead pulls out a briefcase and sets it on the desk. He begins to open it.] GMtR: Look, if you think a bribe... [The Dead finishes opening the briefcase and we see not money, but a t-shirt. The Dead grabs it and hold it up.] Dead: This, Rick. This! Dead: These things are selling like crazy! Millions of The Dead's fans are buying these! GMtR: So what you're trying to say is.... Dead: Higher profile matches are good for me, good for my fans, and good for the bottom line. Everyone wins Rick! [The GM smiles slightly.] GMtR: I'll take this all under advisement. Thanks, Dead. Dead: No Rick, thank you. [The Dead gets up and leaves The Rick's office with a big smile on his face.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:42:44 GMT -5
<SFJ13 catches up with kz, who are relaxing in their locker room after another brutal encounter with The Team From Down Under at MidWeek Mayhem>
SFJ13: Gentlemen, you have a barbaric I Quit Taipei Fence Match against the Aussies this week, do you feel like this has spiraled out of control too fast? Is there any fear going into a match like this?
MHJ: Fear? Fear? You go into a match like this afraid, and you are going to get hurt, severely. There is nothing to be afraid of. Pain is temporary, blood stops flowing eventually, wounds heal. We know what the Aussies will bring, they know what we will bring. Its all a matter of who will dig deeper
LDW: And face it you two, the words "I Quit" are not in our vocabulary. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, you can do that would make me say those words. So when you step into that ring Sunday, I want you to think of what you are getting into. KZ, Joyful Slaughter, we hurt people for fun. We enjoy it. We enjoy feeling bones break, we enjoy bleeding, we enjoy listening to our opponents scream with pain. You can bring Jack of the Hinterlands, you can bring Feed of Gator, you can bring whoever you want, and whatever you want. It won't be nearly enough to stop us.
MHJ: Trust me
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:43:07 GMT -5
*The Aussies are in GMTR's office*
Wally: Sorry, mate, but The Team From Down Under will not be defending the titles at Madness.
GMTR: Are you crazy! What will the sponsors say?
*Three Asian men walk in*
GMTR: Mr. Long Wang, Mr. Hung Well, Mr. Enormour Genitals! What a pleasant surprise!
LW: We are building a fighting force of extraordinary magnitude!
HW: We forge our traditions in the spirit of our ancestors!
EG: You have our gratitude!
WBK: So can Empty Team defend the titles?
GMTR: Through a little-known codicil in the OOWF charter, they can. *sighs* Looks like I picked a bad week to stop sniffing glue!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:43:27 GMT -5
**Poe, Seamus McNasty, L.D. Williams and Moosehead Jack are standing in an interview area. Selena is in front of them with a microphone.**
LDW: “Twenty-three years ago, four wrestlers and a manager, forced together for an interview, became the most dominant force this business had ever seen. Four men – unique, but similar. The very best in the world at what they did – until now.”
SM: “See, we're not the Horsemen. They were about Wine, Women and Song. We're about Whiskey, Warfare, and the Screams of our broken opponents.”
MHJ: “We are the Horsemen's successors – the Apocalypse they foretold. Now, we are the best in the world at what we do.”
P: “Our dominance has already begun. Sunday night, it continues. Matte, your attitude is...intriguing. If, as your theme song implies, you wish to die, stepping in the ring with Seamus McNasty is as good as putting a gun to your head.
Empty Team, as tough and as brutal as you've proven yourselves to be, in a world of broken glass and razor wire, you stand no chance at all against kz.”
SM: “And 'Zander, for all you keep yappin' about what you did in Japan years ago, seems to me that that was then and this is now – I don't think you'll ever get that lucky again.”
LDW: “Four men, four belts – another similarity.”
P: “A suicidal champion, a part-time monster, a pretender, and the boy.”
MHJ: “Should be an interesting evening.”
LDW: “Seems to me, that Sunday at Madness, our opponents hopes and dreams of championship glory can be summed up in one word...”
P: “Namaste.”
S: <giggling> “Nevermore.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:43:48 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is STANDING~! in the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. He seems to be rifling through a box of what looks to be old newspaper clippings and pictures. He pulls one bigger one out as Moonbeam comes running in with a Microphone*
SFJ420: Dude, did you hear what LD was saying about them being like the Horsemen and stuff before?
DM: Well, kinda, Davin Moreland means, LD didn't SAY that kz, Seamus and Poe were the Horsemen. But Davin Moreland feels it's necessary to remind LD Williams of something before LD Williams continues down the path of self-delusion.
*He holds up the picture he was holding, and the camera focuses in on it. It's dated at the top 12/26/08. In it are Davin Moreland, Firewoman, Alexander Darling, Phantos and Lucios. All are dressed up, and all are wearing their championship belts that they all held at the same time. There are autographs beneath each person, including one inscription:
"Run DEA. One Belt Better than the Four Horsemen, and the Greatest Stable of All Time - 12/26/08"*
DM: LD. Before LD Williams continues with LD Williams' comparisons, LD Williams should consider that there are those who have been there and done that, and have done that BETTER against greater odds. LD Williams is a fine wrestler, and LD Williams' stable is formidable indeed. But, LD Williams' stable isn't even a blip on the radar when it comes to the ACHIEVED greatness of Run DEA. Mock us, pretend we're irrelevant, but the fact remains that what LD Williams, or anyone else can't take away...is the achievement; and until you get there and achieve what we have achieved...your words are laughable and empty and smack of desperation to try to reach the heights of Run DEA.
DM: Davin Moreland just thought that Davin Moreland would reming Legendary LD Williams of a little bit of history. Thank you for taking this trip down memory lane with Davin Moreland. Oh, and in case you or anyone else has forgotten?
DM: We ARE Run DEA. Just try to fucking stop us.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:44:23 GMT -5
<kz turn and catch the end of Davin Moreland's promo> DM: We ARE Run DEA. Just try to fucking stop us. *fade* LD: Stop them? Stop what?MHJ: It's cute how they think they are relevant anymore LD: Hey now, you better watch what you say, "The Measuring Sticks" might come back and beat us up <Moose and LD both have a nice laugh at this> MHJ: Let them talk, I don't give a shit. They have already written their legacy, we are writing ours right now. DEA is in the past right now, they had a nice run, but they are not the top dogs around here anymore. And first things first, Empty Team. We have no reason to worry about DEA right now <fade>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:44:48 GMT -5
SH - Okay... say what now?
Stank - Her left breast popped out after she hit me with that Firesault. She quickly tucked it back in and the next thing I know, The Dead is backing up the ramp in victory.
SH - Wow. You got to see a breast. All I've gotten to see was-
Stank - If you tell me about seeing Alan's nut sack ONE more time... I'm going to punch you.
SH - It happened just like Foley described it happening to Al Snow.
Stank - Yes I know... we've been over it before. ANYWAY-
SH - He's got long-
Stank - SPIN I swear to God....!
SH - Okay fine. So you got distracted.
Stank - You know how you're watching Giada DeLaurentis prepare a meal and forget what she's cooking on account of her...
SH - Yeah I get it.
Stank - It was exactly like that. I mean... I don't think of Firewoman that way but damn... I don't think she knows I saw.
SH - She does now.
*Spin Hansen points at the illuminated red light above the bar mirror, indicating ninja cams a rollin.*
Stank - Fuck SPIN! Why didn't you TELL me?
SH - I thought you saw it!
Stank - Fuck!
SH - Anyway... I wouldn't worry about it. She doesn't seem the modest type and besides... she's too busy trying to exact her wrath on Tytan to be bothered with what you saw.
Stank - I suppose you're right.
SH - How about them Run DEA?
Stank - You mean the greatest stable of all time?
SH -
Stank -
SH - I think we're supposed to bust out laughing.
Stank - Nah... I'm not going to laugh. I'll leave the bold proclamations to others for now. I'll put D&D's ACHIEVED greatness up against any stable, anytime. We've run through many a great pretender and remain strong while the others have fallen by the wayside or are a shell of their former selves. Anyone can check the record and confirm that. But that's the past. I let the past speak for itself. The future has not yet been written.
SH - You wouldn't know that from what KZ had to say.
Stank - So now they, Poe and Seamus are the Apocalypse.
SH - Same shit different day.
Stank - More like... more shit different day.
SH - Meaning?
Stank - Meaning... I saw this coming... took some steps to put us in the best position possible in preparation and it blew up in my face with DH and LD leaving.
SH - Fuck them.
Stank - Your disdain is noted... but I'd like to recoup those losses... and I'm seriously considering looking hard at my opponents at Madness V.
SH - Seriously? You do realize Thim could turn out to be another LD Williams considering his history with KZ?
Stank - I'm aware of that, yes.
SH - And The Dead has managed to win two matches against you.
Stank - Pretty impressive. Wouldn't you say?
SH - Why would-
Stank - Look, Spin... it's better than Outback's suggestion we ally ourselves with The Heroes.
SH - Amen to that.
Stank - I'm not groveling. D&D will be just fine on its own... but it couldn't hurt to-
SH - I understand.
Stank - I hope those two can show me something come Madness V, because I'll be bringing it to them both, hard. I'm not about to lose again. Then maybe afterward I can stake my claim for the World Title and bring it back to D&D. I don't care if it's Poe, or Alex holding it.
*Stank rises from his seat.*
SH - Where you going?
*Stank grabs Spin Hansen's crowbar*
Stank - I'm borrowing this.
SH - ...okay.
Stank - Think I'm going to go have a little chat with Moose.
<Fade>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:45:23 GMT -5
In the new Springfield...does it really matter what state? Firewoman and Lucky are SITTING~! in GM the Rick's office
GMtR: Thank you for coming. I suppose you know why I've called you here.
FW: Yes, and I am glad you called this meeting, Rick. It's refreshing to have you see reason for a change.
GMtR: Come again?
FW: I totally agree that the results of the match Wednesday night should be thrown out.
GMtR: What?
FW: I pinned Stank. I should have been the winner. The Dead merely flopped on top, but it was me doing the actual pinning. Now I understand you can't just award the win to me, but I will accept a compromise of a "No Contest" for all three of us.
GMtR: You will.
FW: Yes. I'm trying to be more...what's the word, Lucky?
L: Reasonable?
FW: Yes. Reasonable.
GMtR: Well...that's certainly good to know. Your visit with Dr. Freedman was fruitful then.
FW: I'm considering it, Rick, that's all I can promise right now....now back to the match...
GMtR: The results of the match stand as decided by the referee. There is no change.
FW: What? (she goes from calm to enraged in less than a second) That's complete and total bullshit Rick and you know it! Do you want me to flip over your desk again?
GMtR: Lucky....
Lucky puts a hand on Firewoman's shoulder, and she stops.
GMtR: The reason I have called you here is to discuss your interference in the Tytan/Cole Intercontinental match.
FW: What? What interference?
GMtR: Oh please....let me demonstrate. Exhibit A:
And now, Exhibit B:
So...do you have anything to say?
FW: What exactly are you implying, Rick?
GMtR: Are you seriously going to sit there and deny that was you?
FW: Of course that wasn't me. I was already done for the night. I was showering during the IC match.
GMtR: Uh huh...and as much as I am not sure I want to know the answer to this, can anyone corroborate this alibi of yours?
FW: Sure, Lucky can.
GMtR: Oh? So Lucky was showering with you?
FW: Don't be silly.
L: It's not that silly. But no, I was not showering with Firewoman. But I was getting her stuff ready for the laundry and dry cleaning, so I was kind of there. It wasn't her.
GMtR: Well, that's ridiculous. Who was it then?
Firewoman and Lucky exchange an uncomfortable look.
FW: You think we should?
L: I dunno.....I mean, there's no proof.....
GMtR: If you two can shed some light on this, spill it.
FW: Well......it's nothing, really. But......
GMtR: Fire....
FW: Well, it's just that.....well, you know Olympic Gold Medalist Shawn Johnson has been hanging around. And I don't really like her all that much.
GMtR: That's hardly a secret.
FW: Well, she likes me...and wants me to like her....so.....I noticed her looking at some of my stuff, including my flash paper. And I did notice some missing.....so ... well, maybe she thought that would make me like her
L: We really didn't see her take it.....but she'd be acrobatic enough to pull off that stunt.
FW: I got to admit, it does make me like her a little bit.
Rick looks at the two of them for a moment.
GMtR: That's your story?
FW: Well... yeah.... Anything else?
GMtR: Yeah. I'm not buying it. But (he sighs) I suppose I'll have to just keep the investigation open then. You're dismissed.
Firewoman and Lucky get up to leave, but Fire turns around.
FW: About the match, Rick--
GMtR: I'm not changing it.
FW: I get that. But you may want to consider something. I don't know if you caught what's happening with Team PMS down the hall, but now that they've added LD Williams? None of them have any love for you, and if I recall correctly, most of them were on Team Bennett's side during The War.
GMtR: So?
FW: So. RunDEA was on your side. And RunDEA is the only faction that can stand against them, if you need it.
GMtR: I don't think that--
FW: Well, you should. Now, I'm in no position to make any kind of offer to you, and that's not what I'm doing here. But I am in a position to veto any help that you might want or need. Plus, you've got the Davin/Bryce mess.
GMtR: Get to the point.
Firewoman gets into his face
FW: The point? Rick? Be careful what bridges you burn here. If you ever want us to have your back, you're going to need to make decisions to show you have ours.
Firewoman walks out, leaving Rick to rub his forehead.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:45:53 GMT -5
Seamus McNasty stands in front of his locker dressed in jeans and a new “The Dead” T-shirt. SFJ #16 stands beside him holding the mic
SFJ#16: “Seamus…why are you wearing that shirt?”
Seamus glares at her for a minute and then starts talking…
“I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, "Come!" I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.”
“LD Williams”
“When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, "Come!" Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make men slay each other. To him was given a large sword.”
“Moosehead Jack”
“When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, "Come!" I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day's wages, and three quarts of barley for a day's wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!"
“Seamus McNasty”
“When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, "Come!" I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.”
“Poe”
“You see we are not some silly football legend. We are not even some worn out ever-changing gimmick to sell tickets, or a stupid shirt…”
At this Seamus rips off his shirt reveling his battle scared chest
“I warned people weeks ago that it was unwise to allow us to get together, hell to throw us together. What you have in the four of us is a group of men with nothing to lose…you have four men with nothing to live for…you have four men willing to do anything to anyone…”
“Horsemen raised from the light Omens filled with dread Descreation I beheld A world of men gone mad The final age comes to pass Apocalypse is here at last A call to arms - the end to all Peace on earth no more”
Camera fades to black
Song lyrics – Judas Priest
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:46:14 GMT -5
*FADE IN TO THE PALATIAL IHOP LOCKER ROOM*
SYB: OK, hoser – let’s hear it one more time.
Skurge: Let me tell you something Heroes Guild <in a low growl> you can’t stop us at the Madness. OH YEAH, EH?
SYB: Wow.
Skurge: Dig it?
SYB: I suuuuure do.
The Amn: What happened to getting your nose fixed?
SYB: Things… got delayed.
The Amn: So when is it going to happen?
SYB: I think sometime around… <he looks toward the door> What the fuck is that?
<The Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth goes over to open the door and we see a flustered Nayr>
SYB: The fuck is he doing here? This is a locker room for chimps, not chumps.
Skurge: Nice.
SYB: You like that? I’ve been saving that bullet in the chamber for a while now.
Nayr: <mesmerized by Dorothy’s ample cleavage> I-I-I-I just wanted to…
DM: Wanted to what?
Nayr: Boobies!
DM: Charming. Did you go to the Solomon School of Etiquette?
SYB: <raises hand> I did.
Skurge: Dude. Really?
DM: OK Nayr, what can we do for you?
Nayr: I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party.
DM: Excuse me?
Nayr: <stammering> The... party. With the... with the pants. Party with pants?
DM: Nayr, are you saying that there's a party in your pants and that I'm invited?
Nayr: That's it.
DM: Did Bryce tell you to say this, Nayr?
Nayr: No. Yes. He did.
DM: Okay. No. I don't want to go to a party in your pants.
Nayr: Very well. Skurge, would you like to go to a party in my pants?
Skurge: No, Nayr. Get the fuck oot of here, shitdick.
Nayr: All right. See you on Sunday
<He turns around and runs right into the wall>
Nayr: It's all right. I'm all right.
<DM laughs and shakes her head>
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:46:45 GMT -5
*Fade in* to GM The Rick's office. Sitting opposite the desk are Davn Moreland and Bryce Larson. In the chairs behind them are Samantha Darling, Nayr, and Concrete TG. Erlana takes the last chair next to Samantha.
GMTR: Well, I'm glad everyone made it. Although there is one more party.
As if on cue, PAUL FREAKIN' HEYMAN walks out from the shadows, taking a seat right next to GMTR!
DM: Wait, Davin Moreland wants to know WHAT THE FUCK IS PAUL HEYMAN DOING HERE!?
GMTR: Davin, Bryce, there was a lot of footage to review, so I needed an expert, someone who will truly call a spade a spade.
DM: Does General Manager The Weak, not watch General Manager The Weak's own programming? Indy wanker Bryce Larson has been calling Paul Heyman on a routine basis for advice.
GMTR: Thank you Davin, I am aware of that. But I respect Paul's opinion, and I seriously think that Bryce's phone calls for advice would sway his opinion. Now, Paul...
PH: Rick...thank you! Rick sent me plenty of footage and I reviewed every match. And what I saw was a world class wrestler in Davin Moreland--
DM: Davin Moreland may have underestimated Paul Heyman. Please continue.
PH: You know what, I think I will! Now, for what I saw in Bryce Larson?
DM: Davin Moreland knows what Paul Heyman saw. Paul Heyman saw a green wrestler, who puts his opponents and partners in danger every time he steps into the ring.
N: That's crap! CTG, that's crap! Bryce deserves better!
CTG: Citizen Paladin, please. Let's let them complete their opinions.
PH: Thank you Concrete. There's something I like about you. In Bryce Larson, I saw...another world class athlete!
DM & SD: [Simultaneously] WHAT?!
PH: That's right. You're both great wrestlers. As for what happened two Wednesday's ago? I have to call it like I see it. DAVIN FAKED THE WHOLE THING!
DM: Davin Moreland thinks GM The Weak made a poor call in judgment bringing Paul Heyman into the picture.
GMTR: Wait a minute, this is one man's opinion. And it's an opinion I value.
DM: So the match is still on? Because Rick, if I can speak freely--
GMTR: For the love of god, please do.
DM: Rick, you know my position. I can't do this unless I have certain assurances. He creates an unsafe working environment. He needs to go!
GMTR: Davin, I can't give you that--
BL: I can.
CTG, Nayr, GMTR, Erlana: [Simultaneously] WHAT?!
BL: Listen, if it's assurances you want, it's assurances you'll get. Rick, don't sanction our match. Have it before the show, after the show, whenever. Make it an Unsanctioned Street Fight. We'll sign waivers, and the OOWF and you, Rick, won't be liable for what we do to each other. All Davin has to do is admit this was all a farce.
GMTR: Hmm...that sounds like a good idea.
SD: [Standing] Wait! What's Davin's motivation in all this? GMTR motions, and security has her sit back down.]
BL: Motivation? Here's your motivation. Davin, you admit that it was a farce, a conspiracy. And in return, I'll put my OOWF career in the line on Sunday in the Street Fight. You beat me, I'm gone from the OOWF, forever.
CTG: Citizen Bulletproof, I must caution you against such an offer. We need you. Citizen Paladin needs you.
BL: I get that, Gryfon, I do. But Davin's a smart man. Farce or not, he's created doubt. Even if I stay here, he's caused other wrestlers doubt that I'll be safe. Win or lose, I'd be ruined. Sure, The Guild believes me, but I can't make my career wrestling you guys all the time. So if he admits it was a farce--even if I lose, I can still make a living somewhere. Just not here.
DM: Wait, let me get this straight. If I admit it was a farce, I planned it all along, you'll put your OOWF roster spot on the line? In an Unsanctioned Street Fight, where I can do whatever I want to you?
BL: That's right. It's all right.
DM: Fine, you're on. [Returning to character] Green indy wanker Bryce Larson thought Bryce Larson could get ahead by punking out Davin Moreland. But Davin Moreland is a smart man, and Davin Moreland set-out to ruin Bryce Larson's reputation. Bryce Larson deserves that, and much more. Bryce Larson needs to learn that no one punks out Run DEA, and no one punks out Davin Moreland. So, yes, Davin Moreland embarked on an elaborate plan to make Bryce Larson look like a fool, like a dangerous worker, and to black-ball Bryce Larson from wrestling forever.
GMTR: Well, it seems like Davin held up his end of the bargain. Bryce?
BL: Right. If Davin wins on Sunday, I'm gone.
GMTR: Truly gone. No coming back under a mask or with a legally changed name. You're gone.
BL: Right.
GMTR: Fine then, it's official. Unsanctioned Street Fight. I'll forward waivers to your respective camps this weekend. Now you two be civil and shake hands.
Bryce & Davin stand, and Bryce offers his hand. Davin looks down at it in disgust, finally shaking. They maintain their handshake as they both speak.
DM: Green indy wanker Bryce Larson is finished. Davin Moreland knows how to wrestle, and Davin Moreland will get complete revege on Sunday.
BL: Just remember one thing. When I start Reigning Elbows on your head, in an unsanctioned street fight, I don't have to stop. And I won't.
DM: Bryce Larson should remember one thing as well. Davin Moreland can hit a Perfect Diamond Cutter at any time, from anywhere.
Bryce turns away, and Davin pulls him back for a NEARLY PERFECT DIAMOND CUTTER through GMTR's desk! Security immediately pulls Davin towards the door and tends to Bryce.
DM: Anywhere.
GMTR: Erlana, order a new desk stat. And Davin, Goddammit...GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!
Security and medical staff tend to Bryce Larson with CTG & Nayr looking on, concerned. *Fade out*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:47:10 GMT -5
Alexander Darling meets Davin Moreland and his sister Samantha outside of Rick's office and looks inside before leaving...
Alexander: HA!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:47:29 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland SPOTS~! Alexander Darling after his Eric imitation*
DM: Alexander.
AD: Davin.
DM: Is Alexander Darling aware of the famous PT Barnum quote?
AD: I am.
DM: Heard from Grossman's Building Supply?
AD: As a matter of fact I have.
SD: And?
AD: Guaranteed Delivery by 10 AM. 4 Pallets of Rebar, as requested.
DM: Comped?
AD: Uh...I'll have to check with Lexie.
DM: Doesn't matter. Davin Moreland put Stank through 3 flaming tables. Davin Moreland smashed Moosehead Jack's face on a grill, although that was for fun. Davin Moreland doesn't care how many Botched Frankensteiners or Arm Drags or Elbows Indy Wanker Bryce Larson throws...Bryce Larson just signed Bryce Larson's own pink slip. This is too easy. Welcome to Davin Moreland's world. Where the real players play.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:47:52 GMT -5
[SFJ#17 is waiting in the interview area and grabs Thim Reynolds for a quick word as he enters the building] SFJ: Thim, your first PPV match since coming back to the OOWF and its a pretty challenging three way between yourself, Stank and The Dead, your thoughts? TR: I think I'm being put into an also-ran making up the numbers match with a fat bloke and a man I've already beaten, easily. I'm not surprised though SFJ: why's that? TR: well I don't think theRick really wanted me back, his hand was forced somewhat but when he saw what I was capable of he had no choice really. I've I hadn't come here I'd have gone somewhere else and taken viewers with me! They want to see the best, and the best is me. SFJ: so how can you change things? TR: simple, I'll just do what I always do. Go out there and kick the shit out of anyone who's in front of me. I'll force theRicks hand . . . I'll keep winning and pretty soon he'll have no choice than to put me into the championship matches SFJ: so once your early match is over, who out of your future competition are you going to be watch out for? TR: well as usual most of the matches here are joke gimmick matches that simply require violence not skill, and that doesn't interest me in the slightest. There are only two matches I'll be watching this evening. The first is the Intercontinental Title match between Chris Cole & Chris Evans, that one could be a real barnstormer. SFJ: and the second? TR: the second is the real prize in this company, the Onslaught Title match between Matte & Seamus McNasty. The Onslaught title is the one I want. Matte is good but I think Seamus is going to turn him over this evening and after he does I want a shot at him. Think about it . . . the Irish thug versus the 'Born Again Hard British Bastard' - Thim Reynolds in a mat classic. No weapons, no garbage, no interference just two guys fighting to prove who's the best, and ultimately, to prove once again that The British are infinitely superior to the Irish
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:48:13 GMT -5
Firewoman is sitting at a table inside the RunDEA Suites sponsored by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. Alexander Darling comes in after his discussion with Davin in the hallway, an sits across from her. She ignores him for ..... a ..... good .... long .... while.....
AD: Soooooo....don't suppose I can talk you out of this match, huh?
FW: (without looking up) An inferno hell in a cell death match, with the fuckwad who tried to kill YOU, Lexie, Phantos, Lucios, me? OH yeah....I'll totally give that up.
AD: Didn't think so.
FW: Not anymore than I can talk you out of your own death match at Madness.
AD: Oh come on....you really think--
At this point Firewoman lifts her eyes from her paper, to look through her hair at Alexander.
AD: Okay, point taken. What are you workin' on.
FW: Shopping list.
Lucky comes in and grabs the list from her, looking at it.
FW: You know what everything is?
L: Mostly... Shibari ropes?
FW: They'll know....
L: A St. Andrew's cross? Where--
FW: The Garden on High Street. I've already actually placed the order, you just have to pick it up and pay.
L: Okay, fine.
Lucky leaves. Alexander shakes his head for a minute.
AD: You and Alexis have plans?
FW: No. Look I need help--
AD: Yeah, I know. I'm not sure that doctor that Rick hired is the one to do it, but Davin at least will be happy your giving it a shot.
FW: No, not that. I mean....yeah, but that's not what I'm talking about.
AD: (sarcastically)Aw, I'm so honored you're asking me.
FW: Look, you're the only one I can trust with this stuff.
AD: Oh lord....You've got Podvod, don't you.
FW: Don't be silly. She's in Jap-- uh, no, no I don't.
AD: Really? Why are we going down that particular road again? Do you want to draw attention to--
FW: If I wanted a lecture, I'd go talk to Moose. Are you going to help me or not?
AD: Fine....what.
FW: Well, we need to--
At that precise moment, the OOWF feed turns to static. It stays there just long enough for folks watching to think "huh...I wonder why the cable went out, when a red Kanji character slowly fades in. Underneath, in English, but in Kanji-style writing, is the word "HONOR." The graphic holds for a while, and then we click back to OOWF-TV as we knew it before, still in the RunDEA Suites.
AD: Okay, that's easy enough. And then...
FW: Then you need to make yourself scarce. Got it?
AD: Yep.
FW: Thanks...
AD: Wow....progress!
Firewoman gives him a scowl, but Darling just laughs
AD: So....Stank said he saw your--
FW: He wishes. If he needs to say that was the reason I pinned him, to maintain his masculinity or whatever, he can go right ahead. I watched the tape, there's no... wardrobe malfunction.
AD: Are you sure? Cos I thought I saw--
FW: Shut up Alex.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:48:42 GMT -5
Zane Myers enters Rick's office. "You sent for me boss?"
"Sit down. I was processing your paperwork and the background check bounced. They say all the information you provided is fake, name, social, address, everything. "
"Really? You actually Do background checks?"
"After some of the shit that has hit the fan in the past few years, you bet I do. Fill this stuff out again."
"I was hoping to avd this, but before you can get any of that from me, My attorny will need a confidentiality agreement signed. "
"What!"
"I'm here to make a fresh start. I want my past to stay there. People here might recognize my real name and dredge up prior acts and gimmicks. I'll have the agreement faxed over asap" Myers leaves, with Rick staring blankly at him
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:49:05 GMT -5
<Moose walks out of his locker room and WHUMP! He immediately gets cracked upside the head with a baseball bat! Moose slams into the wall, and slides down until he hits the floor. The unknown attacker gets a few more shots in leaving Moose gasping for air and spitting out blood. The camera finally pans back and we see Stank standing there with the bat>
Stank: I warned you. I warned you, but you couldn't leave well enough alone. We had no reason to go to war, but you just kept pushing, you HAD to keep pushing.
MHJ: Go fuck yourself Stank, is that all you got? A little pussy shot with the baseball bat?
<Stank snarls and lays into Moose again leaving him a bloody mess on the floor. Moose is not moving, and Stank tosses the bat aside and turns to walk away>
MHJ: It eats at you doesn't it?
<Stank slowly turns around and looks at Moose>
S: What?
MHJ: It eats at you, tears you up inside. Everything you are, the very way you define yourself, all because of ME
S:<picking up the bat again> You got about ten seconds to explain yourself, then, I am going to cave your head in
<Moose gets to his feet, holding his ribs, walks up to Stank and looks him right in the face>
MHJ: No you won't. And you wanna know why?
S:<twirling the bat> Enlighten me
MHJ: Because you do that, and everything I say will be true
<Stank gives Moose a funny look>
S: What the FUCK are you talking about?
MHJ:<chuckling> Big, bad Stank. One of the greatest OOWF champions in OOWF history. Celebrated, decorated, exalted, held in the highest regard.......all because of me
S: The fuck it was
<Moose snarls at Stank now>
MHJ: Fuck YOU! You know damn well its true. You think back to Hell on Earth III Stank, I practically HAND DELIVERED that world title to you. I was the second man in that match! I softened up Crete, I beat him to within an inch of his worthless life. All YOU had to do was step in and mop up the mess.
S:<glaring at Moose> FUCK. YOU.
<Stank turns to leave and Moose snatches the bat from his hand, Stank spins around and Moose BURIES it in his gut doubling him over. Moose waits for Stank to look up, then CRACKS him between the eyes. Stank hits the floor stunned. Moose stands over him for a moment>
MHJ: Hurts, don't it?
<Moose walks back to the locker room and we fade>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:49:31 GMT -5
*Fade in to the palatial IHOP locker room, where Skurge, SYB, and The Amnesiac are sitting around not doing a whole lot...
Skurge: I'm totally taking Crete with my next pick. Amn: Can't. He was a wrestler before he was in a comic book. Skurge: Damn. SYB: What the fuck are you guys talking about?
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:49:51 GMT -5
Chris Evans is seen WALKING down the hall. As usual, his SFJ is right there to meet him.
SFJ: So Lionheart, tough break with losing the Onslaught title match.
E: Hey, I don’t sweat it. Matte was a tough competitor, just like I said he would be. His unpredictability took me off my game, and I lost fair and square. I have no regrets.
SFJ: So, what are your thoughts considering the fact that Firewoman accepted Tytan’s challenge for an Inferno Hell in the Cell matchup at the next PPV?
E: Well, what can I say? To a normal person, this would be suicide. But this is Fire we’re talking about here. She’ll definitely be in her element in this matchup. She’s also in the right mindset for this matchup, as I could tell by her training that we did.
SFJ: Such as?
E: She set a table on fire and spine-bustered me through it. Something I’ve been on the receiving end of before. I know she can win this. She’s got the intent to hurt Tytan, in a way I’ve never seen her before, and not even Tytan’s new chemical-induced rage can stop her from getting her revenge once and for all.
SFJ: What are your thoughts on Chris Cole?
E: Well, he definitely proved in Wednesday’s match that he truly is worthy of the name Main Event.
However, I saw that brutal beating that he took at the hands of that chemical freak Tytan, so here's hoping that he's in good enough shape to take me on. If he is, then it should be an interesting match, considering the fact that we both hold wins over Tytan, we’ve both got the same technical style, hell, we’re almost built the same. It’s like a mirror match almost, so I’m really looking forward to it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna do some more research on him. See ya around.
SFJ: Wait, one last thing before you go.
E: Shoot.
SFJ: You’re pretty close to Firewoman.
E: Yeah. What about it?
SFJ: Is she The Angel of Death?
Evans says nothing at first. He then gives a little smirk.
E: *batistalaugh* I really have no idea what you’re talking about. But on a completely unrelated note, you should pay attention to Fire’s match tomorrow, and I guarantee you, you’re sure to see something you’re not gonna see coming.
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 30, 2009 9:50:19 GMT -5
Tytan is pacing back and forth in the Ultimo Inc. locker rooms. He keeps looking into the mirror at the burns on his face and screams in frustration and rage every time. Lola is in the room as well, but keeping a safe distance. Suddenly the door opens. The silhouette of a very tall man in a leather duster fills the doorway.
Ty: Poe, I know that’s you. I don’t have time for your games. What do you want?
Poe doesn’t move, but Selena enters the room…wearing a black luchadore mask with cat ears and whiskers on it and wearing the World Championship belt around her waist/chest.
Ty: Selena…what the hell are you wearing?
Poe enters the room and stands behind her. He slowly starts to unlace the mask and takes it off. Selena shakes out her hair.
SG: Omigosh those things are hot.
Poe then holds the mask out for Tytan.
Poe: I figured you might want this to cover up those burns. It’ll hurt less because you know Firewoman is going to go for the burns. This will limit her access…plus you look like hell.
Ty: I’m not hidin’ behind no fuckin’ mask. You may think that’s okay, like you did after Davin Moreland fireballed your ass, but that ain’t me.
Poe is getting a little irritated.
Poe: It is an honor to wear this mask. I took it off of El Gato Negra in a Oaxaca Street Fight during my time in CMLL. He was a great champion. You…so far…are not.
Tytan gets face to face with Poe.
SG: ‘ROID RAGE!!
Ty: Oh yeah? At least I’m focused! I got Firewoman losing her mind and you’re playing dolls and tea parties with her!
Tytan points at Selena.
SG: Hey! I don’t use my voodoo dolls for tea parties you oaf!
Ty: You were the weak link with us and you know it. Or maybe I should say it was her, but either way, it wasn’t me.
Poe’s lip is twitching as his eyes bore holes through Tytan’s skull.
Poe: Tytan…partner…you’re extremely…lucky…that I have a World Title defense tomorrow.
Ty: Yeah I guess so…against the so-called Boy that had you tapping in the center of the ring.
Poe smirks and takes a step back.
Poe: Consider this your last warning. If you value your career, take extreme caution with Firewoman tomorrow night. She will end your career…or that of someone close to you.
Tytan growls in frustration.
Ty: What the hell is it with you two?! You’re always warning me about how dangerous she is, yet she practically runs from you screaming like a little bitch. What the hell did you do to her that I haven’t? What happened in Kobe?
Poe’s smirk is gone, but he has an all knowing look upon his face.
Poe: Let’s just say I’ve seen Firewoman at her best, most dangerous moment…and at her worst, weakest, and most vulnerable as well. Both at the exact same time.
Poe mocking looks around the room.
Poe: …and there’s only one of you. Namaste Sunshine.
Poe turns to leave with Selena scurrying in front of him. Lola rushes over holding a microphone.
L: Poe…just this once?
Poe looks down on Lola with a sneer. Selena mocking covers her mouth.
SG: Omigosh, the stench…gonna hurl…
Poe: One question.
L: Okay…um…what do you have to say about you match with Alexander darling tomorrow night? No Rules, for the World Title.
Poe smirks at Lola then looks to the camera.
Poe: Congratulations Boy. You got what you’ve wanted: A Pay-Per-View World Title match with me. No Rules…well, that’s all wrong. You see Boy, there is one rule, and it’s my rule. My rule is very simple. I’m not letting you walk out of that arena under your own power.
Poe growls.
Poe: See you in Hel, Boy, for tomorrow night…I send you there myself.
Selena then grabs the camera with both hands and kisses the lens.
SG: Ciao!
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