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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 12:38:49 GMT -5
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 12:39:19 GMT -5
(The Camera continues to follow Johnny down the hall, he pokes his head in a room where MHJ is sitting with LD Williams)
JA: Moose, LD! There you guys are! So what the hell is going on? Why did Capslock flake on Stank? I thought ...
MHJ: Whoa, Johnny, prying ears you know <glares at the camera>
JA: Oh, yeah, you know they can't help but follow me around, after all I AM a star.
MHJ: Um sure <turning to LDW> So does that sound good to you? At Midweek Mayhem we bleed Blade and Microplay dry, I want a shot at Micro, I still haven't forgotten about him leaving me high and dry in that six man match.
LDW: No problem, I'll beat Blade into submission, maybe I'll smack that little slut Ayaka around while I'm at it too.
MHJ: Do whatever you have to. Johnny think you can handle Smoley?
JA: I dunno, he IS a workrate machine. <all three pause then burst into laughter> Seriously, Moose, what's the news on the GM?
MHJ: I don't know for sure, my source hasn't been able to get anything new. If it all goes down like I have been hearing, some people around here are in for a helluva surprise.
LDW: Yeah but most importantly, how is this guy gonna help us? I mean before, you and the rest of the Establishment had Eco in your pocket. We got a pretty good thing going here, it won't be long until we beat those AYUFF morons into the ground and run then out of the OOWF, we don't need some damn GM coming in here and getting in our way.
MHJ: Don't worry about it, if it is the guy who I am hearing about, a few small favors and there will be no probelms out of him. Trust me.
JA: Sounds good, now, gentlemen, let's go, I have to train for Smoley, I was thinking about starting at the Rack Shack, then hitting T.G.I. McBoobies, then finishing it off with a trip to the Chest O'Plenty.
LDW: Hell yeah, I'm in! Coolname and Eric coming too?
JA: Of course
MHJ: You guys go ahead, I have some things to take care of here, I'll catch up later.
<fade to black>
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 12:39:45 GMT -5
Semaj IS SITTING~! on an gurney, his face covered with dried streaks of blood. A doctor is stitching his wounds.
MD: So tell me Mr. Bodut..., Mr. Botuda...
SB: Bondutahajaranishta, Semaj Bondutahajaranishta.
MD: So tell me how did you get these wounds?
SB: A pathetic low-life fool named Johnny Adrenaline stabbed me in the face.
MD: Hey isn't he the OOWF's Intercontinental Champion?
SB: For now 'e is, but once I find my mate Thim Reynolds, we're going to take down Moose'ead Jack, the Establishment, Johnny Adrenaline and any other wankers 'o get in our way...Speaking of Reynolds, 'ave you seen a big guy come in 'ere bloodied up, wearing scrubs like yours, maybe with a chain?
In a loud voice MD: Sorry I don't think anyone looking like that has come through the ER. There, that's the last stitch, these are going to need to come out in about a week, so make an appointment with your primary care physician and have him or her take a look to make sure these wounds aren't infected. Now quietly, MD: And Oh-Fourteen, remember that you are to complete your mission and then get out. Do not, do not pursue an off-protocol vendetta against any individuals. Her Majesty is not pleased with your performance so far and if there is no progress soon, you will report back to station 114 and be reassigned. Do I make myself clear?
SB:...Crystal sir, crystal. 'as there really been no sign of Thim then?
MD: I'm sorry to say, but no, not since Moosehead Jack dragged him off. The ancillary agents were unable to continue surveillance because they had to stay and keep an eye on you.
SB: Right then, cheers.
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 12:40:23 GMT -5
(CTG is in the trainer's room, getting the gash on his forehead tended to)
Trainer: Not bad stuff there, 'crete..... a little crazy glue and you'll be fine for next week.
CTG: thanks, man......
(BEAST crashes through the side wall)
CTG: -.o good match, man
Beast: You were gonna take that chair, weren't you?
CTG: I took it, all right, or I wouldn't be in here.
Beast: (grumblemutterservesyaright)
(the dragons come staggering back in, injuries already tended)
CTG: Just waiting on the others, guys, I have to talk to the rest of the AYUFF.
(AA walks in grumbling, followed shortly after by a stitched up SEmaj B)
CTG: Thanks for coming, guys.....
SB: Will this be long? I 'ave some other business.
CTG: just a few minutes Semaj, I promise.
AA: Where were you guys during my match?
BD: it was the opening match, AA, we were getting ready for our matches.
CTG: guys.....
(the others quiet down. Beast is still grumbling)
CTG: If anything that chairshot cleared my head a liitte. We need to regroup and do it soon. You realize the Establishment is losing steam, with three of their people gone.
I'm to face Moosehead Jack at Madness in the most brutal match I could think of, and that would be the icing on the cake. Next week, I need everyone rested and ready. The Establishment still think they run this place, and I plan to prove that theory wrong.
BD: Moose seems to be the only one who knows who the new GM is.
CTG: I think he's blowing smoke in everyone's faces about that, but what can we do?
SB: With our 'ands tied, there's no one 'igher to report to.
Beast: I say f*ck moose and show him who's in charge
CTG: That's the plan at Madness. We have ten days to plan. Dragons?
(SD and BD grab the cameraman and carry him outside so he can shoot a picture of the AYUFF logo)
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 12:40:52 GMT -5
## the camera opens on a dark room. All we can see are the vague outlines of two figures stood next to a third tied to a chair . . . we can hear heavy laboured breathing and a dripping sound sound, presumably water fig1: say it fig3: (rasping) Assheadjack! fig2: zap him again
## the sound of electricty crackling is heard followed by a strained, subdued scream fig1: say it! fig3: nnnnnnggghhhh . . . .
## a jangled punch is heard followed by the sound of a chain being dropped to the floor . . . the dripping continues only we can just make out a pool of liquid under the chair . . . the dripping sounds dull, like it's a liquid much thicker than water fig2: now SAY IT! fig3: Moose . . . breath . . . jack fig2: god damn it, zap him again
## the electricty is heard again only this time for much longer . . . the screaming suddenly stops fig1: ahh man . . . he passed out again fig2: hell . . . oh well. You want a beer while we wait for him to come round again? fig1: sure. Say, how long do you think this is going to take? fig2: well the boss reckons another few hours or so should do it. I'm surprised he's lasted this long myself. fig1: come on, let's get that beer
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