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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:13:26 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Hollywood County, Wicklow Ireland
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Poe vs. The Amnesiac
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] The Dead vs. Stank
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] Ecosystem vs. Thim Reynolds vs. Bunny
Sadistic Madness Match[/u] Davin Moreland vs. Alexander Darling
The Heroes Guild vs. Bryce Larson & Chris Evans vs. IHOP Tytan vs. Spin Hansen vs. Firewoman The Team From Down Under & Phantos & Lucios vs. The Chickenshit Heels & kz Anders Denial vs. Another Victim
card subject to the luck of the Irish
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:14:26 GMT -5
(Crete and Nayr are ARRIVING~! at the hotel and unloading their bags. Crete seems distracted as he unloads)
Nayr: (rubbing his neck) man, I'm still sore
CTG: You'll do well to rest, Paladin. this week gets no easier.
Nayr: (unloading his World of Warcraft themed gear) I thought Larson was going to stay in the Guild
CTG: My suspicions sadly confirmed, Paladin... but sadly he was influenced...
Nayr: so what first? It's gonna be hard to get Mountain Dew of any kind out here
CTG: We'll manage.....
(the two remaining Heroes enter the hotel to see Firewoman, Chris Evans and Bryce Larson sitting together in the lobby, sharing drinks and a laugh. Crete turns away from them to check in, but Nayr is nearly frozen in place)
Larson: hey, "Buddy", have a seat!
Evans: He's not old enough to drink
Firewoman: Or shave.....
Nayr: (abandons his bags) you can't talks about me OR Crete like that!
(all three of them laugh)
Evans: they don't have phone booths here for you to change into - and it doesn't sound right if you ended up in a "loo"
CTG: (walks over) I'll handle this, Paladin.....
Nayr: (steps back)
CTG: HEARTLESS VIXEN~!! You dare sever that angry fist of the Heroes' Guild!
Evans: (Mock shock) Heartless? Did you hear that, guys?
Larson: "Heartless"? that's all he could come up with.
FW: (rolls eyes) he's wrong, of course. I just don't have a soul. (smiles sweetly at the heroes) now why don't you boys go find a dragon to slay, or something?
CTG: (Gasp!) SOUL-LESS!
Nayr: She's UNDEAD~!!
CTG: Paladin, your silvered weapons.... and your cross.
(Nayr scrambles to his bags and starts tossing out all sorts of medieval weapons)
CTG: Quickly, Paladain, if she attempts to further dominate we may fall under her power
Larson: (to Evans) geeks...
Evans: (to Larson) and virgins..
Nayr: (scrambles back to Crete with a scabbard in one hand and a large, ornate silver cross in the other)
CTG: right (Draws sword)
Nayr: (holds up the cross) in the name and the sound of gods above I command you to return to the abyss you spawned from!!
CTG: (brings the sword to bear)
FW: (doesn't even flinch)
Nayr: or.... or .. or to the nearest, convenient parallel Dimension
Evans; (facepalms)
Larson: (looking awaty)
FW: (raises an eyebrow) Are you a god....?
Nayr: .... no....
Fw: (gestures) Then..... DIE~~~~!!!!!
Nayr: (Screams, drops the cross and runs out of the hotel)
CTG: Paladin, do not fear her grasp of TEH KNOWLEDGE
FW&CE&BL: (looooooooom)
CTG: *ahem* Expeditious retreat (runs, but grabs the bags as he flees)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:14:44 GMT -5
Firewoman, Larson, and Evans watch Crete and Nayr leave.
C"L"E: What the hell...?
FW: I don't even want to begin to guess. Okay, guys the car is here, I'll be back.
BL: Where are you going?
FW: I'm going to the hospital...I have to see how Alexander is doing.
C"L"E: Oh, good idea, let's go.
FW: No. Just me. You guys ... I don't know, stay here and celebrate. Give an interview or something, I see a few SFJs over there.
Firewoman walks gingerly towards the door, but is stopped by one of the aforementioned SFJs
ASFJ: Firewoman! A moment?
FW: No, I need to get to the hospital.
ASFJ: I know, that was a brutal main event.
FW: Not for me, I'm fine.
ASFJ: You had quite the busy night. First you broke up the Hero's Guild, then you interfered in Spin v. Tytan, and then your clusterfuck of a match with Poe.
FW: Your point?
ASFJ: Well, I was wondering what your point was?
FW: My point is that DEA is still a force to be reckoned with. Only one of us was able to cause that much chaos in a show. Alexander was...distracted by his issues with Davin Moreland-Darling, but once those are put to rest, DEA will once again be the most dominant faction in this promotion. Alexander and I are unstoppable.
ASFJ: Once you both have your head in the game. And what about those two? Are they --
FW: Tentatively. There are still some formalities, now if you'll excuse me...
Lucky comes running up.
L: Good God, there you are. Do you know you're still bleeding?
FW: Huh? No, no I didn't.
L: I have the car to take you to the hospital.
FW: Whatever, let's go. But we check on Alexander first.
L: Fine, if that gets you somewhere in proximity of an emergency room, fine. Let's go.
They head for the exit, and as they're walking, Firewoman's legs give way a little and she loses a little bit of balance. Lucky catches her and helps her the rest of the way.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:15:09 GMT -5
**Bunny is sitting in the waiting room of the hospital.**
Nurse: Bunny?
Bunny: Yea, nurse?
Nurse: You're free to visit your friend now.
Bunny: Thanks.
**Bunny hops up and heads down the hallway, into Matte's room. Matte is by himself in the room.**
Bunny: Matte?
Matte: What, who's there?
Bunny: It's Bunny, Matte. Are you ok?
Matte: I'm alive. Not ok.
Bunny: Why would you have done that? Why?
Matte: Why not? What's the point, really?
Bunny: You're not the same guy I used to know.
Matte: You never knew me, Bunny. I never let you in.
Bunny: I thought we were closer than that.
Matte: Well maybe you shouldn't think.
Bunny: I don't know what to say to you, Matte.
Matte: Don't say anything, that'd be the best choice.
Bunny: I filled in for you against Thim and Eco.
Matte: And?
Bunny: Eco won...
Matte: Figures, you've been gone for fucking ever.
Bunny: I'm filling in for you again, though, in a re-match.
Matte: Is that supposed to cheer me up?
Bunny: I was hoping...
Matte: Stop hoping. There's no reason for hope to exist.
Bunny: Just... when will you be back in the OOWF?
Matte: Whenever I want.
Bunny: Can we get a date? Moose would like to know.
Matte: Fuck Moose.
Bunny: Matte, don't say that. He'll bury you as soon as you come back.
Matte: Or maybe he'll just bury you next week.
Bunny: Fuck you, Matte.
Matte: What was that?
Bunny: I said, fuck you.
Matte: So, I've finally gotten you to grow some balls. After all the shit you've been through in the OOWF, I'm the one to finally get you mad.
Bunny: I don't want to talk to you, Matte. Just answer one question. How the fuck are you still alive?
Matte: New procedure. They scrapped together a bunch of other peoples' brains and morphed them all into a single one. And now it's in my head.
Bunny: And you're still you?
Matte: I still have some of my brain in there.
Bunny: But are you yourself, all the time?
Matte: Not exactly. But anyway, tell that son of a bitch Moose to fuck himself in the ass with a colonic until his good eye floats through the tube.
Bunny: You're fucked when you come back.
Matte: Mhm, I'll see you later. Take it easy.
Bunny: Alright.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:15:43 GMT -5
As Bunny hops out of Matte’s hospital room, Selena comes in.
SG: Well that was…something.
M: Who’s there?
SG: You know I made a plea for your survival. Apparently Hel listened.
M: Oh…you’re Poe’s brat.
SG: I’m not a!
Selena takes a slow breath.
SG: This is bigger than you now Matte. Hel does not give someone up without some sort of comeuppance. She has plans for you.
M: I don’t believe in that crap.
SG: Doesn’t matter. Gonna happen.
M: You’re a creepy little bitch.
SG: I’m not a!
Selena breathes deep again.
M: Why?
SG: Why what?
M: Why do you care?
SG: I don’t. I just don’t think spending an eternity being eaten by a hungry goddess would be a good thing.
M: That’s…that’s crazy.
SG: Is it?
Selena crosses her arms and walks closer to Matte.
SG: Is it really? Goodbye Matte. Good luck with dealing with Hel’s wrath.
Selena walks out of the room. Matte is quiet for a few moments.
M: Freak.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:16:17 GMT -5
(BRICK~! walks into Matte's hospital bed right after Selena.)
BRICK~!: Hey Matte. How are you feeling?
Matte: Shitty, because some asshole just walked into my room to continue bothering me.
(BRICK~! looks around.)
Matte: You. I meant you.
BRICK~!: Oh. Not the guy below your bed?
Matte: Huh?
(A hand pops up covered in a sock with a smiley face on it.)
Sock: Mister Socko is-a here to make-a you feel well! Meester Socko love-a you!
(Matte grabs the sock and tears it off. Super Mario pops up looking sad.)
Matte: Just cut it out, okay? Where's your boyfriend anyway?
BRICK~!: (rolls eyes) Eco wouldn't come. He...he's...
Matte: Kind of an asshole? An arrogant son of a bitch who could not care less about anyone but himself.
BRICK~!: Well...
Mario: ATTSA MY BUDDY!
Matte: Figures. Tell him he's average. Now get the fuck out.
(BRICK~! and Super Mario shuffle out.)
Matte: ...Freaks.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:17:12 GMT -5
Chris Evans is seen walking out of the hotel.
SFJ: Hey Lionheart, you and Bryce are responsible for breaking up the Heroes Guild. Why would you do something like that and turn on the fans?
Evans: Me turn on the fans? Man, fuck what the fans think. I never claimed to be a goody two-shoes kinda guy. I even said during my feud with Dead that I would do whatever it takes to win and be at the top of this company, no matter what it takes.
Also, like I’ve been saying, I didn’t turn Bryce against the Guild. He just saw a golden opportunity and he took it. Hell, everyone knows that the Heroes Guild is done. They don’t promo, they don’t make appearances, and they’ve basically become glorified jobbers. Bryce is with the winning team now, and we’re gonna take the tag scene by storm, starting next week. I actually did something that wasn’t in the plan though: I actually earned Darling’s respect.
SFJ: Speaking of Darling, are you gonna visit him in the hospital?
E: You know, I would like to do that, but right now this isn’t the time. This is a personal thing for Fire and I’m gonna respect that.
SFJ: Speaking of partners, where’s Bryce?
E: He had a bit too much to drink last night so he’s sleeping off a hangover. Man, that girl of Nayr’s sure can party. Yeah, that’s right, she was with us last night, Nayr. She finally realized what a geek you are and decided to hang out and have a good time with some real guys.
SFJ: So where are you going now?
E: Where else? I’m gonna start preparing for my match. The Heroes Guild is damaged goods and Nayr’s never gonna be the same after this, but we’ve still got a tough team in the new Campeonas de Trios champions IHOP. This Wednesday, they’re both gonna see just what a real tag team is supposed to look like.
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:17:49 GMT -5
(Spin Hansen is seen walking down the hall of random encounters when all of a sudden...)
Snap
He steps into a version of a tree spring noose trap. This leaves Spin hanging upside and completly vulenerable.
Tytan then is seen walking into the picture...
Tytan: Spin you sorry son of a bitch...you think you were going to get away with the bear traps....did you think I was going to do nothing with you stealing my chain....
(Spin spits and Tytan, and Tytan laughs.)
Spin: What are you going to do big man....nothing that I haven't seen before. Besides you don't have your chain anymore.
(Tytan had to be reminded of this and he throws a double fist into Spins's gut.)
Tytan: You are right SpIn...but Firewoman will get hers too...but I do have something that will do the job quiet well.
(Tytan heads off screen and grabs the item and when Spin notices what it is is eyes open wide. He sees that it is the old barbed wire 2x4)
Spin: Awwhh crap...
Tytan: That's right Spin....this time I going to use you for my very own pinata.
(And as if on cue Ecosystem show up with a make shift sound system and hits on and some Mariachi music.)
As the music play Tytan begins to beat Spin like a pinata as Eco works the rope.
After several minutes of the pinata beat down. Tytan is out of breathe. Spin his beaten and bloody.
Eco: I suddenly am in the mood for a burrito.
Tytan: Gorditas sound good.
Eco: Maybe we should make a Taco Bell run then.
Tytan: (Thinking about it.) I am in.
(He drops the weapon and the two of them walk off.)
Fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:18:38 GMT -5
Poe is sitting on the couch in his locker room, smoking hookah and watching last night’s Midweek Mayhem. Moosehead Jack is sitting on the other end, also watching. Selena is on the floor, making another of her voodoo dolls (this one has a mask…who could it be?). LD Williams is making himself a drink. Poe seems to be growing agitated by what he is seeing. Poe changes the channel, drawing a curious smirk from Moose. Showing on OOWFHistoryTV is a random promo from IHOP. The guys are goofing around with some movie theme as usual. Selena sees this and points to the TV. SG: Hey that’s the guy you’re facing Wednesday. Poe: Yes, I know goddess. The Amnesiac. SG: Just makin’ sure. Everyone seems to forget about…that dude, whatever his name is. Poe watches more of the promo and gets even more agitated. He stands up, opens his bag and pulls out what looks like a red pill. Poe nods towards Moose and then cuts his eyes to Selena. Moose nods and Poe walks to the door, grabbing Moose’s barbed wire bat on his way out. Cut to the Palatial IHOP Locker Room. SYB is showing off the Sylvester Stallone autographed boxing gloves he got off e-bay. Probably beat a twelve year old in the auction. Anyway… SYB: I’m gonna wear ‘em to the ring. Amn: You’ll look like a tool. Sk: Aboot as much as he already does? Amn: Touche. Fez: What about a tushy? Outside, Poe takes off his duster and pops the pill into his mouth. He gingerly places the bat against his shoulder, knocking on the door to the Palatial IHOP Locker Room and then taking a step back against the Pepsi vending machine. Sk: SYB, did you order more stuff off e-bay? SYB: It shouldn’t be here already. Sk: Oi. Cut to Poe’s locker room. MHJ: Mouse…come up here. Moose pats the couch next to him. Selena hops up onto the couch next to Moose. MHJ: Let’s see what’s on live OOWF-TV. SG: Okay, Uncle Moose. Back to the Palatial IHOP Locker Room.Skurge goes to the door and opens it. He is immediately met with a HIEROGLYPH to the face that upends the Canadian big man. Poe immediately runs over to Fezzik and sprays red burning mist into his eyes. Fezzik hollers and hits the ground clutching his eyes. Cut to Poe’s locker room. Moose and Selena are continuing to watch the attack. Selena is now sitting on the edge of her seat with her eyes growing wide and the corners of her mouth beginning to turn upwards into a big grin. Back to the Palatial IHOP Locker Room.SYB lunges towards Poe with a somewhat girly yell. Poe sidesteps him, grabs onto his belt and using his own momentum, flings SYB headfirst through the dry wall into the neighboring dressing room. We hear some women shriek (must be the SFJ dressing room…how did IHOP get such a primo location for their dressing room anyway?) We then hear kicks to SYB’s ribs. The Amnesiac charges towards Poe. Poe hits him in the gut with the end of the barbed wire bat. The Amnesiac doubles over. Poe kicks the Amnesiac in the small of the back, sending him out into the Pepsi vending machine headfirst, resulting in two cans popping out. Poe flinches at the Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth, leading her to run towards the back of the room. Poe goes into the hallway after the Amnesiac as he struggles to his feet. Poe then grabs one of the cans of soda and slams it into the Amnesiac’s skull, resulting in Pepsi exploding everywhere. Cut to Poe’s locker room. Selena is now sitting on the floor nearly giggling at the promo. LD Williams stands beside the couch watching. SG: This is why I love that man. Back to the Palatial IHOP Locker Room.The Amnesiac clutches at his head but still won’t go down. The Amnesiac then kicks Poe’s bad ankle not once, not twice, but three times. Poe struggles to keep his balance, but then Poe takes the barbed wire bat and swings at the Amnesiac’s head. He connects with a shot that’d make a roided up Sammy Sosa proud. Skurge begins to stir. Poe grabs the second can and flings it at Skurge’s head, connecting, causing the Canadian to sprawl back out on the floor. Poe takes a piece of the barbed wire off the bat and begins to slice away at the mask of the Amnesiac. Poe cuts through the mask and begins to dig into the forehead of the Amnesiac. The Amnesiac screams and clutches at Poe to no avail. Blood begins to spurt from the Amnesiac’s head as Poe relinquishes his hold and shoves the Amnesiac to the ground. The Amnesiac squirms and moans on the floor as blood begins to pool around his head. Poe kneels over him. Poe: All of you think this is all one big joke. You wanna play around with the big dogs? You want to take MY World Title? THIS is what happens when you step out of your league chico. Heed this warning. Wednesday, stay in your palatial locker room. Play your games with your friends. If you come to that ring on Wednesday, there’s more where this came from. Fez: (from inside, so muffled) Solly! Oh no! Poe: Namaste…whatever your name is. Poe steps over the Amnesiac, using his chest as a step. Poe then turns around and slams the barbed wire bat into the Amnesiac’s ribs, then turns and walks back down the hallway. Cut to Poe’s locker room. Selena is now giggling uncontrollably as she sits on the floor. Moose smirks and looks at LD. MHJ: And you had doubts. LDW: I have no idea what you’re talking about seriously. Just then they hear Poe coming towards the door. MHJ: Mouse… Selena hops back onto the couch next to Moose. Moose changes the channel and they all sit facing forward, trying not to smirk or laugh as Poe enters the room. SG: Where’d ya go, Master? Poe: Something to take care of. Selena gets on her knees on the couch and shuffles over to the end where Poe is standing. SG: Is that blood on your hands? Poe looks at his hands for the first time. Poe: Yes, it appears to be. Selena smiles, taking his hands in hers. She takes her finger and gathers some of the blood on it and then draws a ‘V’ on her forehead. She then licks Poe’s bloody palm and grins at him. SG: Nevermore.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:18:57 GMT -5
(Eco and Tytan are at Taco Bell.)
Eco: Tytan, I'm kind of conflicted.
Tytan: About your recent engagement in brutal violence and wondering who you truly are?
Eco: Oh no. I'd be doing that emo shit if I didn't win the Onslaught Title. The whole senseless violence thing clearly works. I'm conflicted about whether to get a regular size chicken wrap when I know I could just get a bunch of smaller ones on the 99 cent meal for a cheaper price.
Tytan: You know Eco...I thought I knew you...
Eco: Because you expected a great deal of self-reflection on my part and a more meaningful sense of remorse?
Tytan: Oh no. I just thought you were a burrito guy.
Eco: Oooh, good point.
(Eco and Tytan order a bunch of cheap burritos and sit down at a booth.)
Eco: You know, Tytan, this is the first time I've held a singles belt. I suppose I held some variant of the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Belt, but somehow that belt feels less legitimate.
Tytan: I know what you mean....it was a good feeling being Intercontinental Champion...but you have to keep your edge. You have to stay as intense and violent as you are today.
Eco: You're right. No more humor, no more silliness. Only INTENSITY AND VIOLENCE! DESTRUCTION WILL REIGN AND FIRE--ooh, our burritos are done.
(Eco jumps up and down, clapping. He runs over and hugs their server, and then starts scarfing down burritos.)
Tytan: ...This may take some work.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:19:35 GMT -5
(Stank has just finished watching Poe's promo.)
Stank - Do you see that?
OBJ - What?
Stank - They've got CARPET in their locker room!
Spin - Oh yeah...
Stank - Why do THEY get carpet?
OBJ - Poe is the World Champion.
Stank - When I was World Champion WE didn't get carpet in the Destroyitarium. Hmmph! I KNEW Eric couldn't be trusted to keep his word. THERE'S some favoritism RIGHT THERE!
(Gatorbait takes a big swig of his beer)
GB - The only thing I noticed is that Moose is still breathing.
Stank - Well I for one am not going to STAND for it!
GB - Good! When do we go after them!
Stank - What? No. I mean WE are getting carpet in the Destroyitarium.
Spin - I don't know man... Who's going to clean it?
(Stank looks over at Shannon the barmaid)
STBM - Whoa. I don't do carpets.
Stank - C'MON GUYS! Wouldn't you like to be able to take your shoes off and walk on some nicely padded carpet. Outback YOU were just complaining about your dogs barking the other day.
OBJ - My feet do swell something fierce.
GB - I do like to lie on the floor sometimes.
Stank - You SEE? Bait wants to lie on the floor. Probably roll around a bit I bet.
GB - I do enjoy myself a good roll now and again.
Stank - THAT settles it!
STBM - I know JUST who to call!
Stank - C'mon Shannon! Isn't it obvious.
Stank - A JIM MCMAHON FOOTBALL! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Spin - Yeah I'm sold.
OBJ - We could toss the old pigskin around.
GB - On our NEW carpet!
Stank - Shannon WHY haven't you called yet?
STBM - What's the number, again?
Stank - *singing* Fiive Eight, Eiiiiiight, Two, Three-
STBM - IT DOESN"T MATTER WHAT THE NUMBER IS!!
Stank - ...
STBM -
Stank - ...
STBM - Doesn't FEEL good when it's done to YOU, does it?
Stank - No.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:20:29 GMT -5
*Fade in to the palatial IHOP locker room, where SYB, Skurge, and The Amnesiac are discussing their victory and the regaining of their OOWF Campeonas de Trios titles (hereinafter “Chimpionships”) at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Holywood, Downs, North Ireland, as well as their recent beating at the hands of Poe. The Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth, Fezzik, Monkh, and Jeffrey from Las Vegas are also here, but they’re not important to this promo. Kayfabe, on the other hand, in nowhere to be seen…
Skurge: So how is it that Poe managed to take on all three of us and Fezzik by himself? SYB: Fezzik wasn't by himself, he was with us. Skurge: No, fuckwit, I mean that Poe was by himself and he brutalized us. SYB: Oh, then I don't know. Amn: I'll take care of it in the ring, guys. Without the barbed-wire baseball bat, Poe's nothing more than a sun-worshiping freak. Skurge: Well, we'll be there at ringside to make sure that bat stays oot of the ring, partner. SYB: Yeah. Maybe we will. Skurge: Maybe? SYB: On to other matters, how about that Chimpionship win last week? Amn: Man, it’s good to finally have these belts back where they belong. Skurge: It suuure is, eh? SYB: And it looks like our win got at least one of us some career advancement, too. Amn: What the hell’s that supposed to mean? SYB: Who pinned Nayr to win these Chimpionships? Amn: You did, but– SYB: You’re goddamn right I did. And who has an OOWF World Heavyweight Title match this week at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Hollywood County, Wicklow, Ireland? Amn: I do, but– SYB: Exactly. I bust my ass to get the title win, and you get rewarded. It’s bullshit. Skurge: Alright guys, let’s cool doon a bit befo– Amn: Back the fuck up, jooboy. The only reason you got the pin at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Holywood, Downs, North Ireland, is because Bryce Larson decimated Nayr for you. SYB: Yeah, but… Amn: But what, dickfuck? SYB: Well, I didn’t think you’d remember that part. You have an excellent memory for an amnesiac, you know. Skurge: You suuure do. Now, can we put this behind us? I’m waaay too hungover to be dealing with internal strife today. Amn: As long as Captain Joo Albino over there can quit bitching about the fact that I got a title shot, I’m cool. Skurge: What say you, Cap’n Joo? SYB: Eat a goat cock, Skurge. That’s what I say. The Amnesiac, I’m happy for you, man, really. I hope you win that title this week at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Hollywood County, Wicklow Ireland, and bring further fortune and glory to IHOP. I’m honestly just a bit jealous that you got the shot and I didn’t. Sorry about the bitching. Amn: Thanks, man. I appreciate it. Skurge: Great. Now that that’s over, who wants a drink? SYB: It’s 11:30 in the morning. Skurge: Damn, I’m behind already. Amn: What about your hangover? Skurge: Hair of the dog, my friend. Hair of the dog. Now, who’s in?
*FADE*
[MTA: the Poe beatings -- missed that the first time around]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:21:15 GMT -5
Firewoman arrives at the Hollywood, County Wicklow, Ireland Arena and Hotel Complex. (Gotta watch those commas, Hodgy.) She makes her way through the halls, grabs a coffee from catering, and gets to the Run DEA Luxury suites. Standing outside are Evans, Larson, and Lucky.
L: How--
FW: Fine. Why are you all in the hallway? Can we go in?
L: No. We need the key.
FW: So get the key.
L: We can't. They will only release keys to the person in charge of the various stables. Some sort of security issue.
FW: What? So who--
L: Well, right now, with Alexander in the hospital and Alexis there with him...that's you.
FW: Me?
L: Yeah. you're in charge. So you need to get the keys.
FW: Fine....
Firewoman is now WALKING~! down the hallways towards the adminstrative offices. She steps up to a production assistant, who gets her the keys and, she heads back to the Suites. And unlocks the door. She and Lucky walk in, followed by Evans and Larson.
FW: Wait, what are you two doing here?
BL: Well, after Mayhem we just thought--
FW: Thought what?
L: Here's your paper work.
FW: My paper work? You handle it Lucky, I'm no good at--
L: You have to make sure the locker rooms are in order with everyone's riders, and sign off on it, and then I take it to--
FW: Why are these two here?
C"L"E: Alexis must have figured we'd be in DEA after Mayhem, and submitted the paperwork to have our locker rooms here.
BL: Hey, since we're a tag team, we should take Lucios and Phant--
Firewoman turns and pulls Larson into a short-armed clothesline
FW: First off, never mention their names in the same sentence as yours. Second, no you can't have their locker room.
L: It's not like they're actually going to use --
Lucky stops talking when he sees Firewoman's look.
BL: Ow...fine, whatever.
FW: Sorry....it's been a long night.
C"L"E: You look like hell, did you get any sleep?
FW: I don't sleep. Lucky, if there's anything else I need to do, can it wait?
L: Yeah, it can wait. But...
FW: What?
L: Well, DH isn't on the card, and there's a note he needs to go see GM Eric.
FW: Great.
Firewoman gets distracted by OOWF-TV, where she sees this:
FW: Wait.... who broke up the heroes guild?
C"L"E: Well, I uh...
FW: Really. You. Just you. You know that's funny, and maybe it's the stress of the last 24 hours, or the fact that I'm about two hours overdue for my meds, but I could have sworn that I sat down and had a long talk with Larson.
C"L"E: Oh, yeah, you--
FW: See, here's where Dr. Sidney would tell me to use my "I" statements. I feel that you have forgotten who suggested this company hire you. I feel that you have downplayed my very significant role in the demise of the Heroes' Guild.
C"L"E: Oh...I'm sor--
FW: No, you aren't.
And, just to be equal about it, Firewoman knocks Evans down next to Larson with a second shortarmed clothesline.
C"L"E: Oof...
FW: Now you are.
BL: Dude, even I saw that coming.
FW: Now, I'm very sorry that our first day together as unofficial allies, until the Darlings get here, has started off on the wrong foot, but you need to understand. First rule of DEA is that we are a team. That means we don't take sole credit for a team accomplishment, okay? Are we clear?
Evans and Larson kind of mumble okay.
FW: Sparkle-icious. Well, boys, I have a locker room to set up and some training to get to. I'm so glad we've had this little chat. Let's not have to do this again.
And with that, Firewoman walks towards her locker room. Lucky picks up her bag and starts to follow her, but then turns back to Larson and Evans.
L: Actually guys, the real first rule of DEA is "Don't piss off Firewoman."
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:21:32 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is UNCONSCIOUS~! in a bed at Belfast City Hospital following this past week's Mayhem. He's been like this since, and Samantha Darling-Moreland is next to him thumbing through "High Times". Wonder why? Anyway, his eyes start to flutter open and he looks around finally croaking something out.*
DM: Water?
SDM: *gets a cup with water and hold the straw to his mouth* Better?
DM: Yeah...how long have I been out?
SDM: Oh, just under 48 hours. Don't worry, they weren't going to call it a coma for at least another half a day or so.
DM: Hardly seems worth it then.
SDM: Dammit Davin. This isn't fucking funny.
DM: It's kinda funny.
SDM: It is NOT!
DM: It's funny to me. Hey, I got a 2-day vacation without even knowing it.
SDM: There is NOTHING funny about that.
DM: I think so.
SDM: Davin, you need to stop. I've seen you like this before, like with Stank the last time.
DM: Heh, that was fun.
SDM: IT WAS NOT FUN, YOU ALMOST DIED!
DM: Hey, how are you feeling anyway after that Cutthroat Driver from your sorry-ass excuse for a brother anyway?
SDM: We're not using the name anymore?
DM: It doesn't deserve a name.
SDM: So the DDDC?
DM: If it's ever used again, it's the CDDC to me.
SDM: Whatever. I'm fine. I've taken worse bumps.
DM: Any bruises?
SDM: A couple. Again, nothing I haven't had before. I'll say this though. Any lingering feelings I had for my brother after this whole thing are gone. He just did that out of spite; to spite you. He doesn't give a fuck about me.
DM: I'll get him, Sammy.
SDM: Fuck you you'll get him. You're taking this week off. You're calling GM the Eric O'Mac and telling him that...
DM: That I will be there Wednesday night. If he's still breathing, my job isn't done yet.
SDM: Not if you don't kill yourself first.
DM: If that's what it takes.
SDM: Stop being a fucking moron for one second, would you? It's not worth it!
DM: It's worth it to me.
*One of the Nurses comes in*
OOTN: Ah, Mr Moreland you're awake. This is good news.
DM: I would imagine so. So what's the damage anyway?
OOTN: Oh, assorted contusions, lacerations, abrasions, bruised ribs, separated shoulder, moderately sprained ankle, major concussion....
DM: But nothing broken?
OOTN: *sigh* No. Nothing broken.
DM: Good. When can I get out?
OOTN: Um...we were thinking another 2-3 weeks until we get all the tests b...
DM: No, not when you want to discharge me. When can I get out. ADA?
OOTN: I'd give yourself at least another night in here, Mr. Moreland. Just for safety's sake. I know how you wrestler types are. We could never keep Dave Finlay in the hospital either.
DM: Show must go on.
OOTN: So long as you keep going on. Sleep over tonight, I'll be back on the morning shift and we'll go from there.
*She leaves*
SDM: You're insane.
DM: I know.
SDM: Not THAT. I mean about this.
DM: I KNOW. I don't have a choice Samantha. I wish I did, but I don't.
*Samantha studies Davin's expression for a minute*
SDM: Is there any chance of you NOT trying to kill yourself this week?
DM: Depends on how easily I can knock your brother out. Making him bleed will be a piece of cake. Pinning him will be quite another.
SDM: Just remember that. Don't go out there trying to avenge me or whatever.
DM: Don't have a choice.
SDM: Whatever. Go back to sleep.
DM: Yes dear.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:24:42 GMT -5
And with that, Firewoman walks towards her locker room. Lucky picks up her bag and starts to follow her, but then turns back to Larson and Evans.L: Actually guys, the real first rule of DEA is "Don't piss off Firewoman." *Fade back in* to the DEA Luxury suites, where Chris Evans & Bryce Larson are pulling themselves up off the floor.CE: Damn, she hits so hard! BL: No shit. But she's kinda hot when she's pissed. CE: Dude...do not go there! BL: What? CE: Hey, I got this great idea for a double team move. BL: Seriously? What is it? CE: Well-- BL: Wait! I got an idea. Let's go find some of the OOWF enhancement talent and see if they want to "work out in the ring." CE: Brilliant! *Fade out* as Evans & Larson leave the DEA Luxury Suites, the door shutting behind them...and they have no keys.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:25:51 GMT -5
(Tytan and Eco are sitting in the booth at the Taco Bell. They are full and happy.)
Tytan: Now tell me again. How did you manage to find a Taco Bell in Ireland.
Eco: It's simple he holds up his phone. It's the new Palm Pre. They gave it to me once I became the new spokesperson for it.
I guess once you become a champion you have endorsements to do.
Tytan: Damn....the only endorsements I have had of late is that Logging Company the Spin had issues with.
Eco: But they make such a great chain.
Tytan: It is true....it is so easy to choke someone out with that thing.....I need to get that chain back....
Eco: Right now we need to figure out how in the world are we going to find our way back.
Tytan: (Looks at the camera) Why don't you use your new Pre.
Eco: You know I almost forgot I had it.
(He begins to mess around with the phone.)
Eco: We are there?!?!?!?!
(FADE OUT)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:33:41 GMT -5
**Chris Evans and Bryce Larson are wandering the halls, searching for “Enhancement Talent”. They approach a corner and a barbed wire baseball bat swings out, catching Bryce in the stomach. He doubles over and a second shot from the bat drops him to the floor. Evans lunges around the corner and into a clothesline. L.D. Williams drags Evans to his feet and locks on a half nelson, holding him in place for heart punch from Moosehead Jack. kz stand for a moment and admire their handiwork.**
LDW: “Storm THAT...cubby.”
MHJ: “First rule of the OOWF: Don't piss off kz.”
**kz turn and walk away, and L.D. Looks back over his shoulder.**
LDW: “Welcome to the tag ranks boys.”
**Fade**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:34:54 GMT -5
*Hospital Room*
Alexis Darling is sitting in a chair next to her brother and seems to be falling asleep to the rhytmic, beep, beep, beep of her brother's heart monitor when she is startled by a coughing from the bed.
Alexis: Hey brother dear, welcome back to the land of the living.
Alexander takes a couple deep breaths and slowly turns his head to his sister. There are numerous cuts and scars on his face as well as a bandage covering his nose. Alexis is about to call for the doctor when Alexander's hand lashes out and grabs his sister around the wrist.
Alexander: How is she?
Alexis: Who?
Alexander: ...
Alexis: Are you really asking about her after what you did?
Alexander: You know...I didn't even realize. I saw that fucktard hit you with the shitty RKO and I blacked out. I didn't even realize what I did until I saw her.
Alexis: First of all, she's fine. Just a couple of bruises. May be a while before she forgives you.
Alexander: May be a while before I ask. I may not have meant it, but our relationship is almost dead anyway.
Alexis: Second of all, you're blacking out again?
Alexander: Not really. It happens once in a while. You know this.
Alexis: I do and there's only been two things that have stopped them. Sam's medicinal supply or...
Alexander: I'll be fine. It happened because of you.
Alexis: Don't blame me.
Alexander: I'm not blaming. I'm just explaining. Anyway, what's wrong with me?
Alexis: Short story, a lot of mental issues but they'll take forever to explain. Long story, cuts, lacerations, concussion, hairline fracture of 3 ribs, dislocated elbow, deep bruise of the ankle, and of course, a broken nose.
Alexander: Shocking. I guess we're here for a few days?
Alexis: Nope, we're out tomorrow. We have to get to the arena to get cleared.
Alexander: Why am I not surprised the match is going on?
Alexis: Like you want it cancelled?
Alexander: Good point. Has Davin been running off the mouth about killing me and whatever else is going through that feeble crowd-pandering monkey sized brain of his?
Alexis: Haven't really had a chance to pay attention. I've kinda been here the entire time.
Alexander: If you've been here, who's taking care of the DEA stuff at the arena?
Alexis: I assume Firewoman is.
Alexander: You left HER in charge. With the probationary members....Ahhhh fuck.
Alexis: What did you want me to do? Leave you. You know I couldn't.
Alexander: I appreciate it, but I just hope we have suites to go back to. She's not exactly stable, ya know. So, have you at least seen the card?
Alexis: I have.
Alexander: And what sort of trouble will The Betrayer and I get to this week.
Alexis: Well, since Davin pulled the strings for last week, I made a call to our buddy Eric. It's Sadistic Madness.
A slow smile begins to appear on Alexander's face before he flinches in pain.
Alexander: Davin, I'm not sure what your condition is and truthfully I don't care. I know you're in no better shape than I am, but the difference between you and I now is that your condition is only going to get worse. I may not specialize in these types of matches, but this is one I do. I will make you suffer. I will make you bleed. And then I will make you lose. It's that simple. You're coming into my world now. Be prepared because I am Alexander Darling, and I am Awesome.
Oh, and one more thing, BOOYAH, *coughcough* Bitch
Alexis: You know, that loses its meaning when you cough up blood in the middle of it.
Alexander: Fuck you sister darling.
Alexis: Get some rest brother dear. I have a surprise for you when you get out of here.
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:36:44 GMT -5
Firewoman's rental car pulls up in front of an old cathedral. And this is Ireland, so when we say old, we mean old. As the camera pans around we see women in nun's habits, as this is clearly an abbey of some sort. She walks up the steps, takes a deep breath, crosses herself and walks in.
She stops inside the door, as if she's waiting to be struck by lightning. When the lighting doesn't come, she casts a skeptical eye skyward, and continues through to a sitting room, where there are couches and comfy chairs, and small groups of nuns and others having tea. She looks around, and sees who she is looking for, a particularly old looking nun. She walks up to her, with a nervous smile, and then sees a familiar person sitting there.
FW: What the hell are you doing here?
MHJ: Nice language in the abbey.
FW: Oh ... yeah ... uh ...
MHJ: It would appear that I am keeping tabs on the sisters.
Firewoman rolls her eyes, and then the old nun speaks.
ON: So are ya gonna say hi or just stand there?
FW: Oh.. um...I'm sorry Sister. Hello, how are you.
ON: Just dandy. Moose here has been tellin' me the latest about my son.
FW: How do you know her?
MHJ: She was originally at my orphanage before moving back to Ireland.
FW: What orphanage?
ON: Sit down and have some tea. So, Mr. Jack, tell me again ... exactly how did my son threaten the Queen?
MHJ: Well....I don't know if I should use the exact words, ma'am.....
FW: Oh, please....he threatened to shove Trevalyn's corn up her --
MHJ: Fire!!
FW: What? Sister McNasty has clearly heard worse.
SMcN: Surely I have. With a son like Seamus.... I took up the veil in a last ditch effort to save his soul. Poor child...
FW: Oh please...that's a lost cause.
MHJ: (Whispering, but in that loud growly way) You know...you're in an abbey. A holy place? Do you think that just once you could behave--
FW: (in the same voice) What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not Catholic, and neither are you, so who cares?
SMcN: (Not whispering at all. In fact very far from it.)[/i} Both of you shut the fuck up!
Firewoman and Moose look stunned at the nun, and then cast their eyes down as she chastises them.
SMcN: Did that get your attention? Sure I'm a nun, not a saint. But you two need to stop your quibbling. Moose, you were almost family once, so don't think I won't hit you with my ruler.
Firewoman smiles as Moose looks down
SMcN: And you, missie, could do well to have a little more respect.
Firewoman looks down as Moose smirks.
SMcN: Have I made meself clear?
FW & MHJ: Yes Sister McNasty.
SMcN: Good. Now I know why Moose is here.
FW: Oh...I have ... some of Seamus's things. Figure you can get them to him easier than I could. Besides I'm a little hesitant about walking into places with barred windows these days.
SMcN: Oh yes...I saw. That Davin Moreland isn't very nice, is he.
FW: No. (Moose elbows her) I mean, no ma'am.
A bell rings
SMcN: Oh, it's time for my rosary. Sister Christian here will show you two out.
MHJ: Sister Christian?
FW: Seriously?
SMcN: Sister Christian? Oh, the time has come.
Another younger nun walks up to show the two out.
MHJ: So....you're a nun, eh?
FW: Smooth.
They continue out the door
MHJ: Sister Christian, there's so much in life--
FW: Stop it. Now.
fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:37:29 GMT -5
The Legend of Anders Denial continues… Host David Attenborough begins his narration.DA – The legend of The Giant of Bergen began to race throughout the land of Norway. Much like God himself, no one could confirm nor deny his existence with irrefutable proof. Unlike God, Anders Denial was about to make a very real impact on the world at large. DA – Religious organizations across Norway went one step further with the legend of Anders Denial, stating that he was the Devil himself, born into this world to reek havoc on the humble and meek. The Anti-Christ. According to ancient Aramaic hieroglyphs, it was foretold that a dark and mighty force would emerge from the forests of great snow and dominate lesser beings with it’s physical prowess. Many priests and bishops thought that the Bergen Jotner would be the foretold one. DA – As if to put a bullet point on it, shortly after the church made these claims, churches across the countryside would be set aflame. Many skinny guys in greasepaint would lay claim to the burnings in hopes of impressing their gothic girlfriends, but witnesses spoke of a well built masked and dreadlocked man in wrestling tights being seen at the site of all the burning churches. It was as if he was overlooking the pandemonium he brought upon the world. And in his eyes, he saw that it was good. DA – But few were prepared for when Anders Denial would finally do what God never could… by showing the world that his existence was irrefutable. Next week, Anders Denial’s dominant and destructive reign in the Norwegian independent wrestling circuit, his controversial and unconventional finishing move and his debut in the OOWF.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:38:01 GMT -5
(Tytan and Eco are still trying to make their way back to where the rest of the OOWF is located.)
Tytan: So once again tell me how you found this place?
Eco: I ran into this guy, he offered me some Lucky Charms and then I said something to him about you and i wanting some Taco Bell.
Tytan: Then poof...there we were....
Eco: Exactly. See it even sounds strange when you say it.
Tytan: It's been one of those weeks.
Eco: You mean a plot development week.
Tytan: Exactly it seems like no one is really talking about their matches.
Eco: Well except...him....
Tytan: But you know he has to go around and be different and all that.
Eco: That is him....different. So, should we promo about our matches?
Tytan: What and be like him? no way....(They keep on walking.),,,maybe when we get back.
(They fade out.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:38:43 GMT -5
Firewoman is sitting in the hospitality area, drinking her Starbucks Cinnamon Dulce Latte (new sponsor). She is also staring intently at her laptop screen. Burning a hole in it, in fact. Almost as if there's a bunch of pictures of a pointless vapid blonde WWE Diva on the screen. There's a stack of papers next to her that she appears to be ignoring in favor of what's on her screen. An attractive male random production assistant approaches...hesitantly.
AMRPA: Ms....uh....
FW: What do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy?
AMRPA: Well...uh....Mr. O'Mac needs the locker room inspection forms that you signed.
FW: The what?
AMRPA: (shuffling through the papers on the table} Here. This. It says that you inspected the locker rooms, and there were no damages before you got there. The arenas require it.
FW: For everyone?
AMRPA: No, just the OOWF.
FW: Huh...well, I signed them, go ahead and take them.
AMRPA: Well, did you do the inspection?
FW: No, I'm sure it's all fine.
AMRPA: Oh...uh, okay.....oh also, Mr. O'Mac needs to see DH.....um...are you playing chess?
FW: No, I'm being disturbed while playing chess.
AMRPA: I didn't know you played chess.
FW: Chess is a metaphor for life, Bif. It's like....pull up a chair. (He does, and she pulls the chair over to where he can see the screen...right next to her chair..) See the board? If I move my black queen now, then that exposes the bishop, right? But I'll have to move her eventually, ya know? She's actually the most powerful piece on the board, even though the goal is to capture the king. The king is useless really. He can only move one square at a time. The queen can do it all though.
AMRPA: So....
FW: So, chess teaches you to plan your moves, be patient, think ahead through all possibilities. Like last week's Mayhem, remember? I threw the chain into the ring during Spin v. Tytan, and anything could have happened. Spin could have used it. Tytan could have used it. They could have ignored it. The ref could have called a DQ on someone... a myriad of possibilities.
AMRPA: So why did you do it?
FW: Mostly to see what would happen. To test a theory, and see if I was right.
AMRPA: And were you?
Fire smiles at him
FW: We shall see, Bif.
AMRPA: So, that was a ... move?
FW: I use chess to help me think and focus. It's gotten easier since seeing Dr. Freedman. Now I've been able to see patterns in my life just like the patterns on this chessboard, and know exactly what to do, and when to do it.
Fire presses some keys on her computer, and moves a piece, then waits for the computer's response, the moves again, waits, and finally makes her third move, as the black queen goes across the board to the white king.
FW: Nice. Check mate!
AMRPA: Wow.
FW: Yeah, I haven't beaten that program in 10 years of trying. Looks like it's my lucky day. (She looks at Bif in a somewhat predatory way.) So....what are you doing later, Bif?
AMRPA: Wow...uh, nothing.....
FW: Hm. Well, maybe I'll see you after the show.
Firewoman gets her laptop and coffee and leaves.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:39:44 GMT -5
(Ecosystem is sitting on a bench in a hallway, holding his Onslaught Championship belt over his shoulder. He is facing a camera on a tripod.)
Eco: Thim Reynolds. Last week, I took the Onslaught Championship from you, as I promised to do. I've heard you talk. I'm sure you're out there saying you didn't really lose it. That I just got lucky by getting a cover on Bunny, who hasn't even wrestled in a long time. Thim, if you couldn't get up in time to stop that cover, you wouldn't have gotten up in time if it was you I hit with the Endgame either.
No Thim, I have this championship not due to tricks or even weapons. I have this championship because I want it more than you do. You have a telos, an overriding objective that is different than mine. You want to prove yourself a great wrestler. A nasty man who doesn't need weapons or assistance. Me...(looks at the belt)...I just want to be the champion, and I don't give a FUCK how I get to the mountaintop, but I get there. You see--
(The camera falls off the tripod.)
Eco: Fuck.
(Firewoman, coming from the hospitality area, walks into the hallway.)
FW: Why don't you have a cameraman for that?
Eco: I don't know--they're all refusing to cover my promos.
FW: Because you beat one up for no reason a week ago?
Eco: ...maybe.
FW: Whatever. I'll see you later.
(Eco grabs her arm.)
Eco: Hold on just one second. I want to know why you fucked with Tytan this week?
FW: I was merely testing a theory. What business is that of yours?
Eco: Tytan and I are business associates. I am concerned for his success, as he is concerned for mine.
FW: Lovely. Then tell your friend not to lunge for the shiny weapon when he's supposed to be focused on a wrestling match. I'm out.
(Fire begins to walk off.)
Eco: One last thing, Fire. Don't forget that we have unfinished business as well.
FW: What would that be?
(Eco lifts his left hand upward and touches his left little finger...He screws the end of it off.)
Eco: Prosthetic. Do you know why--
FW: I know what it means.
(Firewoman glares at Eco.)
FW: Watch your back.
Eco: You too.
(Fire walks off.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:40:07 GMT -5
*TTFDU are drinking in the Destroyitarium. Stank appears to be measuring the dimensions of the floor with a tape measure, while Spin is chatting with Shannon over in the corner*
OBJ: So we could go attack kz.
GB: They'll be expecting it, now that we know we're jealous of their carpet.
OBJ: Right. Besides, I don't want to miss Bite Me With Dr. Mike.
GB: I'm a little worried, though. We don't exactly have the closest relationship with our partners for this match.
OBJ: That's putting it mildly, considering our history. On the other hand, kz and the Heels aren't exactly tight.
GB: True, but I still thought we could use an extra edge, so I had kz's encounter with Evans and Larson translated.
*Gator hands Jack a sheet of paper, which the ninja camera picks up with an extreme close-up*
** KURISUEVANSU, BURAISURASON, strengthening human resources "to search for" roaming the halls. They approach a corner and pull the barbed wire bat swing Blythe in the stomach. His second shot from the bat more than two times, he fell to the floor. Evans, lunges around the corner to the laundry. Evans, LD Williams, half nelson, Moosehead Jack instead of dragging it feet and rock with his punches. Kazakhstan stands for a moment and admire handiwork .**
LDW: "... a small storm."
MHJ: "OOWF the first rule: Please do not angry Kazakhstan."
** Kazakhstan turn, walk, LD look over one's shoulder to his back .**
LDW: "Ranking of the boy, welcome to tag."
** Fade **
GB: Odd that Evans decided to go do laundry at a time like that.
OBJ: Seems like a lot of people are announcing first rules these days. Out of respect for our hosts, I'm going to announce one in Irish.
*OBJ grabs a bottle of Knappogue whiskey, pours some into a clean glass, and drinks it slowly. He already had a pint of Murphy's Stout on the bar, which he drinks next, then belches*
OBJ: Irish for, if you don't want to get hurt, don't piss us off!
GB: Good advice for kz and the Heels, and, Phantos and Lucios, for you too, not that I'm telling you anything you don't already know.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 3, 2009 11:40:41 GMT -5
<Moose is walking through the halls and is stopped by SFJ13>
SFJ13: You have been strangely quiet, and absent this week. Other than appearing at a convent with Firewoman, you have been gone, and haven’t even commented on your match this week. How do you explain your actions?
MHJ: I don’t, I don’t owe YOU or anyone else an explanation for my actions now, or ever.
SFJ13: What about GM the Eric?
MHJ: What about him?
SFJ13: I think he might be interested in your actions of late. I think he might want to hear an explanation for your disappearance
MHJ:<getting closer to SFJ13> I think maybe a certain SFJ needs to stick to asking questions before she pisses me off. I told you, I don’t owe an explanation to ANYONE. If Eric has a problem with that, he knows where to find me.
SFJ13<looking indignant> Fine, what about your match this week?
MHJ: What about it? Familiarity breeds contempt. The Aussies and kz have done this dance before, numerous times. They have what we want, and we are going to take it. Right now, Phantos and Lucios are not a concern of ours. They like to call themselves the measuring stick of the OOWF, but they have never done anything but come up short lately.
SFJ13: What about your partners, The Chickenshit Heels?
MHJ: The Heels better have their heads in the game, otherwise what we do to them will make what we have done to The Aussies look like childs play
<Moose turns and walks away>
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