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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:23:24 GMT -5
* AA is seen pacing his locker room, visible upset. *
A what?!? A Country Club Death Match? Against Johnny Adrenaline? The guy who carries around a 9-iron like most people carry their American Express card? I thought you liked me, The Rick? What did I do to deserve that?
OK, look, gotta calm down. That's not until next week. First off, gotta think about the tag tournament. Me, Beast, gotta beat Dawg and Viper. Then I deal with the Country Club Death Match and win the Intercontinental title. Then we win the tournament...(pauses and smiles) then we win the tag titles. I carry two belts for the company. Ah, ha. That's what The Rick is trying to do. He's secretly making me the leader of this company!
Alright, gotta think, gotta think. Country Club Death Match. Screw the tag team thing, Beast can take care of those guys. He thinks he's so damn good anyway. He can prove it this week. I have work to do.
* AA rifles through his gym bag, looking for his address book. From the bag he tosses a pair of bellbottoms, numerous shiny wide-collar silk shirts, alligator loafers, a pair of handcuffs, a can of mace, a purse with a brick in it, brass knuckles, a roll of quarters, chloraform, a day glo pink thong and a jar of Boudreaux's Butt Cream. Finally, he finds the address book. AA turns to see the camera man. *
Umm, you can edit that, right?
Now then, Country Club Death Match. I'll show Mr. Adrenaline who he's dealing with. He thinks he's Mr. Country Club. well, I'm Mr. Night Life, and I know country club living. Let's see...(flipping through the address book)...Woods, Mickelson, Love III...damn, they're all at The Masters this week. Wait, I know the perfect person...I know he won't be busy this week.
* AA dials his cell phone as the scene fades to black. *
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:23:48 GMT -5
Stank is reading Mayhem Magazine in the locker room when FF Capslock shows up
FFC – Sniff, Sniff, Hey! Stank – What? FFC – You actually don’t smell like hot garbage. Stank – Yeah, that Tag body spray seems to work. Don’t worry though. It’ll wear off in an hour. FFC – Mumbling to himself …Yeah …worried …right. Stank – Handing FFC the Mag Have you seen this? FFC – Hell Yeah! That SFJ#3 is one SWEET piece of… Stank – No not that! The article on the next page. FFC – You actually read the articles in this rag? Stank – looking annoyed Just read it.
FFC looks down at the article. As he reads, an angry look slowly creeps across his face
FFC – You’ve gotta be kiddin me? Stank – It’s right there in black and white. FFC – Gimmickman said this? Stank – I’m sure he must’ve been high at the time. There’s no way someone like him, not under the influence of illegal substances, would say something like that about us. FFC – Looking down at the article Fluke wins? Amateur hour? Who the hell does he think he is? reading further What??? He actually thinks he can give either one of us the Spartan Plunge?? He’s clearly lost his mind? Stank – Well, to be fair, by the time you get to that part of the article he wasn’t referring to us by name. He simply stated that he could Spartan Plunge ANYBODY in the OOWF. I’ll admit it was a stupid thing to say considering he’s never faced either one of us, but at the time he didn’t know about the tag team invitational. FFC – Why are you defending this moron? Stank – I don’t know. I kinda like the Spartan Plunge. It’s a cool move. Especially when done from the top rope. Have you seen that? Man it’s AWESOME FFC – Well you won’t think it’s so AWESOME when he does it to YOU! Stank – with apathy Oh I’m not worried about that. He SHOULD be worried though. FFC – I can think of all kinds of reasons why, but what’s yours. Stank – Because of his partner… Mark Vander. FFC – What about him? Stank – Well I’ll tell you… as soon as this camera crew gets the hell outta here. FFC – turning towards the camera You heard the man. BEAT IT!
Camera fades
FFC – What do you think we are… stupid? Get out!
The camera and sound crew leave
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:24:14 GMT -5
(Camera cuts to a dark room, you know)
Concrete, Concrete. There you are in the gym, putting up the good fight. Isn't that nice? Keep doing your reps, keep practicing your moves, whatever, it really doesn't matter. You see, I could come down to the gym with you, and I could lift weights all day, and I could hit the ring and practice fany moves that will make the fans cheer, I could do all that, but then I would be a worthless sellout piece of trash...just...like...you.
Concrete I have never doubted your toughness, hell you have given me some of the best matches in my career. Physically you are as tough as anyone in the OOWF, we see you in the gym, we see you in the ring. No Concrete, there is no denying you are as physically gifted as they come. But there is one part of you that no gym equipment can toughen, that no amount of ring work can fix, your mind.
Concrete you have yourself fooled into denying the truth. You say you can get tough in a match when you need to. I'm not questioning that, remember I have felt the steel against my skull. You have convinced yourself that you don't need to unleash your violent side, the side that doesn't care, the side that only wants to wreak havoc and leave bloody bodies and carnage in its wake. You have convinced yourself that you are better off keeping that part of you trapped inside, never to be seen.
Well, Concrete, that worked, for awhile. You won the Intercontinental title, and you held it for a long time, the longest reigning Intercontinental title holder in OOWF history, but then you lost your grip, and you lost your title. And why was that?
See Concrete, think back, think back to when you held the title, after you won it, you were fighting off challengers from all sides, and you fought like an animal to keep the title, tooth and nail, hell you damn near put me in the hospital. But then something changed. You realized that slowly but surely, that side of you was coming out, defending the title night after night was bringing out the Concrete TG that you are determined that no one would see.
Then it happened, you lost the title. Sure you put up mock indignation, you vowed to win it back, you set your sights on the wolrd title. But truth be told, you are afraid of winning another title. Your mind cannot accept the reality that to get the thing you want most, to win gold here in OOWF, you will have to fight to the death, not just to win it, but to keep it. And you are determined not to let that part of you come out again. But you know it, and I know it, unless you let your true nature come out, you will never, NEVER win gold again.
So there it is Concrete, pretty simple. We area team, for now, I am not your father, I am not your friend, I am not anything to you, well except for one thing, I am your key to winning gold again here in the OOWF. How bad do you want it Concrete? How much does it mean to you? Are you willing to take that extra step to get what you want? Think about it Concrete, as I said, the decision shouldn't be a hard one.
Trust me.
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:24:58 GMT -5
Viper is in the back watching Moosehead's promo.
DV: He's not your father, Concrete, but he is your daddy. Heh.
UD: Why are you watching that piece of trash?
DV: Hey, he's got control and power, just like we do, boss. Always gotta get the low down on the power players around here, you know?
UD: I don't like that you have some kind of repoire with that bastard.
DV: Hey, can I help it if he knows greatness? He's got some pull with the new GM, so right now, it's better not to be on his shitlist. Look. I don't like him much, either, ok? But we respect each other, and I can hang with that. I'm not trying to be his friend. But I certainly don't want to be his enemy. Anyway, that's not important. What's important is that we're paired up for the tag tourney. Gonna get us some more gold for the Ministry.
UD: Either us or Hellion and Corax.
DV: You think they can muster it up to pull it off? They've been pretty crappy as of late. No offense to them and all.
UD: They're in a slump. They will rise to the occassion.
DV: Yeah, but what if they end up facing us? I ain't laying down just because they're my homies. If the tag team title is around the waist of you and I, we won't ever lose them.
UD: We'll cross that bridge until we get there. Either way, the Ministry is fully involved in this tournament, and the Ministry will bring those belts back home. But first, we have Adjuster and Beast to take care of.
DV: Well, looks like I'll have to take care of the Beast since you can't handle him.
UD: Excuse me?
DV: You lost to the guy last week, remember?
UD: *growls*
DV: Hey, I'm not saying anything that's not true. I beat him last time we fought, so I'll dispose of him this time, too. I am the champ after all.
UD: *growls* Don't let that belt get to your head, Donovan.
DV: And don't let your belt make you think you're the OOWF Champion, all right? Hey, I don't mean it any mean way. You're still the boss. You're still the leader of the Ministry. I wouldn't want any other guy to be my tag partner in this tournament. But, at this moment, I'm the one with the Midas Touch here. I'm not trying to say you can't do it, I know you can. But just saying that I can do it, too. All right, Dawg?
UD: Just make sure you bring your A-game to the tournament.
DV: Sheyiiit, negro. That's all you had to say!
UD: You're not Samuel L. Jackson, Don.
DV: But I am a bad motherf**ker, right?
UD: *groan*
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:25:28 GMT -5
Open on a slightly run down, though clearly active gym. In the center of the open floor a ring is set up and two warriors are going at it.
The camera closes in and the easily recognizable faces of Semaj Bondutahajaranista and Concrete TG as they spar. Semaj charges Concrete who counters with a deep "Steamboat" armdrag. Semaj climbs back to his feet, and the two lock up in the center of the ring, collar-and-elbow tie-up. They jockey for position, neither man can seemingly gain the advantage, when Concrete gets a quick duck-under into an armwringer, then converts into a hammer lock on Semaj. Semaj tries to elbow out, but can't connect. Holding the hammer lock, Concrete adds on a half-nelson and leg trips Semaj to the mat. Once down CTG floats over to a front face lock. As the two come back to their feet Semaj grabs the double leg and takes Concrete to his back, flipping over into a pinning position. CTG punches at SB's ribs getting him to release CTG's legs, from there CTG locks his hands around SB's torso and bridges up, twists over, and tries to pick Semaj up for a pile driver. Semaj counters with a back body drop followed by an immediate elbow to CTG's sternum. Semaj gets back up and delivers a leg drop, then goes to the ropes, but CTG goes to his belly, Semaj steps over and CTG goes to leap frog as Semaj comes back, but he gets caught at the height of his jump and SB counters with a brutal power bomb. Semaj pulls CTG up and cinches in a waistlock, he pops his hips and flips CTG over into a Northern Lights suplex, he flips over CTG with his hands still locked and pulls CTG back up, he cranks Concrete over into yet another NLS followed by another flip. Both man back to their feet, SB still with the waistlock on CTG and pulls of the last NLS this one holds the bridge, SB looking for the pin after hitting the Living Daylights. Concrete kicks out at 2 and Semaj looks frustrated. SB drops two quick legdrops across CTG's neck and then picks Concrete up and locks in a sleeper, CTG looks to be going out, but then he fights back. He turns into the pressure and then delivers an elbow, then another, and another. Just as it appears he's going to break free, SB sweeps CTG's legs out and smashes his face into the mat with the Double Agent. SB rolls CTG over and goes for the pin, but once again he kicks out at 2. Semaj re-covers, another kick out, one more cover and one more kick out. Semaj gets up and starts to lay the boots to CTG.
SB: Damn it Concrete, STAY DOWN!
Semaj's frustration hits a peak as he mounts CTG and begins to pummel his face with rights. CTG's face is bloody, but smiling.
SB: Whot the 'ell you are smiling at, you daft sod?!?!
CTG: I'm not even irritated.
Semaj abruptly stops, smiles, climbs to his feet and helps CTG to his as well.
SB: Right, good show old man. You know of course that holding your temper against a friend is one thing, but doing it against three enemies is another. There's no doubt that Moose'ead Jack is indeed an enemy.
CTG: I know he is and as good as you are, my friend, you're not him. I know it will be tough going all out without losing control, but tough is what I'm all about. You know as well as I do...
SB: Concrete, you don't crack...Well back to it then.
As the camera fades out, Semaj and Concrete lock up once again.
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:26:18 GMT -5
MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Smackover, Arkansas!
OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament
Ross: Welcome to Smackover, Arkansas! And the first round of the OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament! Razz: This is gonna be a great night of action! Sixteen teams, all vying for a shot at the World Tag Team titles, currently held by 3Piece Set. Ross: Razz, I have to say, I really wonder about the severity of 3Piece Set’s injuries. They were pretty adamant about not defending their titles tonight, and they conveniently suffer an injury that will keep them out for a month. Razz: The timing seems convenient, but my sources tell me that the injuries are not as severe as Ax and Cole made them out to be, but they are, nonetheless, real, and they will not be here tonight to defend the titles. Ross: I thought it was a telling sign the way our new GM the Rick stepped right in and stopped 3Piece Set before they got too full of themselves, it is my opinion that there are a few more people around here that need to be put in their places. Razz: Strong words Ross, strong words. I agree that 3Piece Set needed to be put in check for the moment, but if you have a GM that is throwing his weight around too much, I don’t think you will be GM for very long. Ross: Razz, let’s head to first round action, our first pairing should be a good one. On one side you have members of the AYUFF, Beast and Attitude Adjuster Razz: And those two do not see eye to eye in the least, Ross, you think they can co-exist? Ross: About as well as the second team, Ministry of Dawgness members, UnderDawg and Donovan Viper! Razz: Yikes! That one could explode!
Round 1
DONOVAN VIPER & UNDERDAWG vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTER & BEAST AA and DV start things off, each jockeying for position. AA hits a smooth waist lock take down and quickly drives DV’s face into the mat before rolling him into a pinning predicament for 2. Back to their feet and AA wrestles DV down again, this time settling on a front chancery. DV manages to get a foot on the rope and AA let’s go. DV informs the ref to keep AA away from him while he’s in the ropes, then rakes AA’s eyes. DV brawls AA down with some punches and kicks before tagging in UD. UD puts the boots to AA before dragging him to his feet. A huge beal across the ring and AA is favoring the lower back. UD presses the attack with a hard whip into the turnbuckles followed by a vile clothesline. A second whip and AA crumples to the mat. UD pulls him up by the head, but AA fires off some shots to the gut before UD stops him cold with a head butt and a one armed sidewalk slam for two. DV is tagged back in and slaps AA a few times. AA retaliates with some head rocking punches, but his Irish whip is reversed and DV takes him down with a knee to the gut. DV pounds his head into the mat before tagging UD back in. UD drops AA with a nice vertical supplex into a back breaker then whips him sternum first into the corner and hits several punches to his lower back before scooping him up for a back suplex. Cover gets two. UD backs AA into the corner and hammers him down with a couple of back elbows and a flurry of punches. UD attempts the snake eyes/big boot combo, but AA manages to duck the boot and roll UD up for two. AA then ducks a clothesline and snaps off a quick back kick to the gut and a swinging neck breaker. Tries to make the tag, but UD grabs his leg and pulls him back. Enziguri puts the big man down and AA makes the slow crawl. Just before he makes the tag though, DV gets in the refs face and when Beast rushes the ring, the ref informs him that he did not see a tag. UD sits up in the meantime, measures AA and drops him with the choke slam. Pin fall broken up by Beast however and he and UD slug it out until DV hits a DEATH ELBOW~!!! to the back of Beast’s head. UD tags DV back in and DV hits a series of high impact moves before drilling AA with a SIDEWINDER~!!! Beast barely makes the save. DV shoves Beast and gets short arm clothesline for his troubles. AA with the double leg pin, but DV manages to kick out only to get caught with a desperation flapjack. Beast finally in legal and cleans house even dropping UD with a huge spine buster after fighting off a choke slam attempt. Beast measures DV, but is blindsided by a big boot that drops him to his knees. DV pulls out his trusty chain as the ref attempts to get UD out of the ring. DV catches the rising Beast with a chain assisted DEATH ELBOW~!!! for the three count. DV smirks and UD gives him a quizzical look as the ref raises their hands. WINNERS in 16: 11 UnderDawg & Donovan Viper Ross: Well UnderDawg and Donovan Viper worked just well enough together to eek out the win. Razz, this is a tenuous alliance at best, how far do you think this can take them in the tournament? Razz: Well, essentially you have the two men that represent the OOWF World Title, at least until they can get that sorted out, but if they hope to advance, they have to get it together. Ross: I think our next match could be a blood fest. Endo and Morte area very dangerous duo. Razz: but the team of Camby and O’Neil could be a potential sleeper in this tournament. Endo and Morte have the edge in experience, but Camby is a mountain of a man, and O’Neil has that devastating left hook that can dim your lights at any moment.
ENDO & MORTE vs. HARPER CAMBY & TOMMY O’NEIL Camby and Morte start things off; Camby gets the advantage in the lockup by shoving Morte to the mat. Camby flexes a bit, Morte kips up to his feet, only to be clothes lined right back to the mat. Morte lies on the mat for a moment and rubs his jaw. As Camby approaches, Morte traps his leg and takes the big man off his feet; Morte quickly floats over and grabs Camby in a hammerlock. Camby works up to his feet and tries to break the hold. He can’t reach over his shoulder and grab Morte, so he tries to back him into a corner, before he can become sandwiched in the corner, Morte breaks the hold, hits the mat and slides out of the ring. As Camby backs into the corner, Morte reaches in, grabs Camby’s legs and drops him to the mat. Endo runs over and both men grab a leg and crotch Camby on the post. With Camby down, Morte slides back in and tags Endo. Endo comes in and drops a leg across the back of Camby’s head. Endo tries to pull Camby to his feet; Camby grabs Endo, lifts him and nails an inverted atomic drop, then nearly tears his head off with a clothesline. Camby drags Endo over to the corner and tags in Tommy. O’Neil comes in, grabs the other leg, and he two make a wish. Camby distracts the ref and O’Neil drops a fist right into Endo’s crotch. Endo writhes in pain, TO covers, it is broken up at two by Morte. O’Neil spends the next several minutes working over Endo’s leg and knee setting him up for the Gaelic cloverleaf. Endo escapes and gets to his feet, O’Neil charges, Endo catches him in the claw, breaks it, and hits a bolo punch. O’Neil is down, Endo starts to make a tag, before he gets anywhere near his corner, Camby comes in and levels Endo with a chop block to the knee. O’Neil recovers first and locks on the Gaelic Cloverleaf. Endo yells in pain. Morte feigns coming in, which draws Camby into the ring. Morte then springboards off the top rope and leg lariats O’Neil and places Endo on top of Tommy. The ref turns and starts the count; Camby makes a diving save at two. Chaos erupts as all four men battle in the ring. Somehow Camby and Endo are the legal men in the ring, Tommy and Morte are battling it outside the ring. Morte has Tommy in trouble, and sets him up for a super kick. Inside, Endo frees himself from an attempted Dominator and slaps on the claw. Camby falls to his knees, struggling to hold on, blood begins to flow down Camby’s face. Outside, Morte tries for the super kick, TO ducks the move, grabs a chair and in one fluid move, spins and slams the chair across Morte’s head. O’Neil slips into the ring behind Endo, and catches him with a left hook to the side of the head. Endo falls to the mat, pulling Camby on top of him, a groggy Camby hooks the leg and the ref counts three. WINNER in 12:58 Harper Camby & Tommy O’Neil Ross: What a way to open the tournament! I gotta admit Razz, Camby and O’Neil worked together better than I thought they had any right to. Razz: They impressed the hell out of me Ross, I thought Endo and Morte would win this one rather easily; Camby and O’Neil could cause a whole lot of trouble in this tournament. Ross: So could one of our next teams, Razz, there is something different about Outback Jack and GatorBait, there is something in their eyes, they are a very dangerous team right now. Razz: I saw that too Ross, something has snapped in this team, and who can blame them? They have been cheated out of victories in almost every way imaginable. In their eyes it is time to get tough and kick some ass. Adrenaline and Williams better watch out. Ross: Well I really don’t think Adrenaline’s heart is in this tournament. He has his eyes set on defending that Intercontinental title, cheating people out of legitimate shots at the gold. I am not an apologist for Williams in the least, but the man is one tough son of a bitch, when he tells you he is going to kick your ass, he does it, he doesn’t find a million excuses and weapons the way Johnny does. In all honesty, Williams is getting the short end of the stick here.
OUTBACK JACK & GATORBAIT vs. JOHNNY ADRENALINE & LD WILLIAMS Jack and Gator are the aggressors to start. Gator throws LD Williams out of the ring and the two focus on Johnny, pinning him in a corner and taking turns chopping away until his chest is beet red. Williams comes back into the ring and tackles OBJ out of the ring, the two fall through the ropes and crash to the floor where they roll around trading punches. Inside, Gator tries to whip Johnny into the opposite corner, Johnny reverses it and sends Gator into the corner instead. As Johnny charges, Gator explodes out of the corner and nearly kills Johnny with a flying clothesline. Gator then mounts Johnny and punishes him with forearms to the face, leaving Johnny with a bloody nose. On the outside, Williams and Jack are both to their feet, Williams has his back to the ring and is threatening Jack with a chair. Gator gets to his feet and runs and baseball slides into Williams’ back, LDW lurches forward and Jack gets a boot up, sending the chair crashing back into LDW’s face, busting him open. Jack heads back into the ring, Gator hits the ropes and runs at Johnny who is on one knee and knees him in the temple. Johnny sprawls on the mat. Jack picks up Johnny and holds him in a bear hug; Gator comes off the ropes with a clothesline. Cover is broken up at two by a recovered Williams. Finally we settle into a standard tag match. Jack and Gator keep Johnny on their side of the ring and brutally beat on him. Desperate to make a tag, Johnny low blows Jack and crawls to the corner and tags LDW. Williams comes in and puts the boots to Jack, and elbow’s Gator off the apron. Williams whips Jack to the ropes and buries a knee in his midsection, then immediately turns it into a tilt-a-whirl power bomb for a two count. As Jack staggers to his feet, Williams hits a corkscrew neck breaker, and follows it by mounting Jack and hammering away at his forehead. Williams covers, Gator comes in and breaks up the pin attempt. Williams attempts another whip, but lowers his head too soon, Jack catches Williams and hits a pedigree. Williams is able to roll the shoulder at two. Johnny tries to come in again, but Gator clotheslines him over the top rope, Johnny crashes hard to the floor. Jack tags Gator in and he goes to work, hitting a series of back body drops on Williams. Finally Williams and Gator are both to their feet, Gator is trying to maneuver Williams for the Chomp, Willaims is still groggy. Johnny slides in the ring with his golf club and swings at Gator, Gator ducks and Johnny brings the club crashing down on LD Williams skull. Johnny stands and stares in disbelief, Gator levels him with a clothesline. Gator tags Jack who comes in and locks on the STF on Williams. Meanwhile, Gator lifts a stunned Johnny and hits the Chomp. Johnny just might be dead, for good measure, Gator lifts him and hits a second Chomp, yup, Johnny is dead. The ref checks on Williams, he is out so the ref calls for the bell. WINNERS in 17:22 Outback Jack & GatorBait After the match, medics come to the ring and help Johnny to the back. Johnny has no idea where he is. Williams refuses the help and looks pretty upset. Ross: See that’s what I mean, Johnny and Williams may have won that match, but Johnny always feels the need to take a shortcut and it cost him the match. This guy may never learn. Razz: it was a questionable decision by Adrenaline, but let’s not take anything away from Jack and Gator, those two looked focused and sharp. If they can maintain this newfound intensity, they might just win the whole damn thing. Ross: Razz, what do you make of our next match? On one side you have Moosehead Jack and his mortal enemy Concrete TG, just over a week ago, these two were trying to kill each other in a cage match, now Jack wants to team with Concrete, I just don’t understand the logic behind it. Razz: Well Ross, I have no idea what goes on in the mind of Moosehead Jack, but Concrete better be real wary. Even with that agreement in place, he is teaming with an Establishment member against an Establishment member. Things could get ugly very quickly. Ross: That is true, and with Niles, you never really know what to expect, and I guess for that matter with Blade as well. This could be one very combustible match.
MOOSEHEAD JACK & CONCRETE TG vs. NILES ANDERSON & BLADE Jack and Concrete head to the ring, Jack is grinning his normal evil grin, Concrete doesn’t look too happy. The match starts with Concrete and Blade locking up. Blade grabs a side headlock, Concrete shoves him to the ropes, Concrete drops down, Blade jumps over, Concrete springs back to his feet and catches Blade with a hip toss, Blade flips through the move and lands on his feet and tries a hip toss on Concrete, Concrete reverses the move into a backslide for a two count. Both men spring back to their feet. Lock up again, Blade rakes the eyes and grabs Concrete and nails a belly to back suplex. Blade tags in Niles; Niles grabs Concrete and rakes his eyes across the top rope. Nile lifts Concrete in a standing suplex. Cover gets two, Concrete is able to roll the shoulder. Niles grabs Concrete’s lets and drops a knee to the crotch. Niles walks over to Jack and the two exchange stares for a moment. Niles walks back to Concrete, as he tries to pick him up, Concrete catches him in a small package for two. Niles gets to his feet and drops an elbow down across the back of CTG’s neck, then tags in Blade. Blade springboards off the top rope, Concrete catches him in mid flight and turns it into a belly-to-belly suplex. Cover is broken up at two. Concrete tags in Jack, Jack hits the ring, mounts Blade and pounds away on his head. Jack pulls Blade to his feet, whips him to the ropes, follows him in and clotheslines him over the top rope. Blade and Jack both tumble over the top rope. Outside the ring, Jack slams Blade into the guardrail and stomps away. Niles walks over to his partner and he and Jack have another staring session. Jack turns around and Blade connects with a clothesline. Concrete hits the ropes inside the ring and does a suicide dive over the top rope onto Niles outside the ring. Niles and Concrete lay in a heap on the floor, Blade pulls Jack up on the Tongan Announce table, Blade lifts Jack and power bombs him through the table. Now all four men are lying. The ref starts the ten count, Niles and Concrete are able to beat the count and get back into the ring. Niles tries to go for a Steed-d-t, Concrete counters it into a spine buster for a two count. Blade makes his way into the ring. He tries a sneak attack spin kick on Concrete, ‘Crete sees it, ducks, and Niles eats the spin kick. Concrete clotheslines Blade and sends him to the ropes, a recovered Jack low bridges Blade sending him over the top rope to the floor. Jack picks up a chair, waits until the ref isn’t looking, and pastes Blade across the face. Jack gets back up on the apron. Inside the ring, Concrete has Niles trapped in an abdominal stretch. Niles reaches out to Jack for help, but Jack doesn’t try to help. Niles finally fights his way out of it and hip tosses Concrete, then drops a knee across his face. Niles gets right in Jack’s face and screams at him. Jack doesn’t say a word. From behind Concrete rolls Niles up and almost gets a three count. The end finally comes several minutes later. Concrete and Blade are in the ring, Concrete hits the back wall, Blade is dazed. Cover for two, Blade slowly gets to his feet. Niles tosses Blade his bat, Blade swings, Concrete ducks, the KICKWHAMDDT! MHJ runs around the ring and pulls Niles off the apron, the two stand nose to nose and argue. The ref is yelling for them to get back into their corners. Concrete picks up the bat and stares at it for a moment, seems to get angry. As Blade gets to his feet, Concrete takes a Babe Ruth swing and buries the bat in Blade’s midsection. Concrete tosses the bat aside, hits the cement mixer and the ref turns and counts the pin. The ref raises Concrete’s hand, he and Jack glare at each other. Concrete looks mad as hell, Jack just laughs. WINNERS in 25:05 Moosehead Jack & Concrete TG Ross: You know Razz, I am not so sure it is in Jack’s best interest to push Concrete like this, they made a damn good team tonight, but you push a man too far and he will snap. Razz: I think that is exactly what Jack wants. He is playing a dangerous mind game with Concrete, it is really a test of wills now, will Concrete resist or will Jack break him. Meanwhile, like you said, these two were a pretty effective team! I thought it would be a disaster, but somehow it seemed to work. Ross: Out next two teams are also quite good. Vander and GimmickMan have teamed off and on for several months now and their styles seem to mesh pretty well. Razz: that may be so Ross, but Stank and Capslock are a permanent team, and they are huge. Their size is a major obstacle for teams to overcome. It will be interesting to see how they deal with the size differential.
FF CAPSLOCK & STANK vs. MARK VANDER & GIMMICKMAN Both teams enter the ring warily, pointing fingers and smack talking each other. GimmickMan is the first to react, and it looks like Capslock had a few choice words to say about Michigan State. GimmickMan calls for the mic! “Hey, at least our teams aren’t on constant double-secret probation for hiring hookers for the mens team…and to coach the womens team!” The crowd rips on Capslock, Vander and GimmickMan share a laugh, and even Stank seems to agree. Capslock and Stank suddenly get nose-to-nose, glaring at each other, but their discord goes no further as GM and MV attack the large duo. Vander knocks Stank out of the ring and Gimmick begins working over Capslock. Whip into the ropes, GM charges, Capslock moves and GM eats turnbuckle. GM staggers out; Capslock is up on the top rope, leaping down with a huge back rake! “Pride of Fresno, baby!” Capslock yells. Capslock and Stank pull GM into their corner and hold the advantage with numerous power moves. Stank nails a power slam, goes for Stankonia~!, but GM gets out of the way and makes the hot tag to Vander. Vander is CASA SU FUOCO, going all high flying on Stank and Capslock. The two big men can’t stay with the smaller Vander, and the ninja approach they learned in Bad Guy Wrestling 101 isn’t working. But wait! Capslock recalls something from Bad Guy Wrestling 201 (Advanced Cheating) and pulls the referee in the way of Vander’s flying clothesline. The carnage! GM attacks Capslock from behind, sending him out of the ring, then hits The Spartan Plunge on a stunned Stank and pulls Vander on top. GM goes to revive the ref. He’s up! He’s moving toward the pin fall! He’s calling for the bell!?! The ref waved off the pin and is talking to the ring announcer. WINNERS in 17:21, due to Mark Vander’s violence against the referee, by disqualification: FF Capslock and Stank! GimmickMan and Vander argue that Capslock pulled the ref in front of Vander, but the ref isn’t listening. Capslock and Stank retreat to the back. Capslock points to his head and laughs at GM and Vander. Razz: I thought Vander and Gimmick had a real good chance in that one. It would be nice to see a clean win for the two behemoths; Vander and Gimmick had a real shot in that one. I thought the size difference was just too great, but Vander and Gimmick had a good game plan going in. No matter who faces these two, combating their size is going to be tough, but these two showed it would not be impossible. Ross: It seemed to me that Vander and Gimmick worked very well together, but like you said, they just couldn’t quite get the job done. If they ever decide to team full time again, I think they could potentially be champions Razz: Well, Hellion and Corax ARE former champions, two-time champions to be specific. From what I hear, they are determined to get that gold back once again. Ross: They have been a little hit or miss here lately, if they want to get past the first round, let alone win the whole thing, they are going to have to return to their old form. Razz: And let’s not discount Thim and Semaj, they have been through some wars. Those two are tough in their own regard. Ross, I am calling the upset on this one.
SEMAJ B & THIM REYNOLDS vs. HELLION & CORAX All four men meet in the center of the ring and, in a rarity, shake hands. It looks like this will be a clean match up, folks. Semaj and Hellion start off, doing some lucha goodness and surprisingly Semaj is able to keep up. Semaj bails out of the ring briefly, but Hellion hits a corkscrew plancha, rolls back in and tags in Corax. The crowd is going nuts! Semaj rolls back in and tags Thim. Thim goes on the attack and gets some near-falls on Corax, but he just can't put him away. Corax also gets some good offense, but has to slow down numerous times to adjust his mask. What is this: Eddie versus Misterio? You know, Thim is looking a little pilled out. Those attacks from Moosehead seem to be taking their toll. The foursome goes at a fast pace for a good 10 minutes, exciting everyone in the arena except for one loudmouth smark voicing lame opinions and calling them facts. What a loser. Good thing guys like that don’t post on these boards. Meanwhile, Hellion has Semaj in trouble, whip into the ropes and goes for a huricarrana, wrapping up Semaj for the pin. 1, 2, but Thim runs in from behind with the Neck Cracker! Without missing a beat, Thim races toward Corax and turns his mask 90 degrees, blinding Corax. Semaj is waiting for Hellion to get up…Live and Let Die~! But Corax adjusts his mask and is on the top rope. Flying somersault attack, and Semaj trips over the fallen Hellion. Hellion rolls up Semaj, and the ref is right there. 1, 2, Thim can't make the save in time...3. WINNERS in 22:19 Hellion & Corax Ross: What a match! That is the kind of action OOWF is all about! Thim and Semaj gave it their all, but came up just a bit short. Razz, I think this was an important step for Semaj and Thim, they showed everyone that they can definitely hang with the big boys. Razz: they almost proved me right, they came so close to getting the upset, but it was not meant to be today. I’ll tell ya, if they keep it up, 3Piece Set may have another team that they have to worry about taking those titles. Ross: Speaking of teams that I believe have potential, Microplay and JW Westgaard, to my knowledge they have never teamed before, but this is a team that I can see doing some damage in this tournament. They are my sleeper pick in this tournament. Razz: well I am not sure I am ready to pick them over the Dragons; the Dragons are, after all, former tag team champions. They are another team that has been in a bit of a slump lately, but I think they are focused and ready to bring gold back to the AYUFF
MICROPLAY & JW WESTGAARD vs. THE DRAGONS Wild brawl to start things off and the Dragons take advantage of MP and JWW’s lack of tagging experience. The Dragons manage to put JWW down with a double Rock Bottom before the ref gains control. BD and JWW go at it for an extended amount of time, most of which spent with JWW trapped in some hold or another. JWW manages to turn the tides with some brawling and tags in MP who continues the beat down. BD manages to counter a DDT attempt into a Northern Lights for 2. MP immediately regains control and nearly gets the pin after a power slam. JWW back in and he actually outwrestles the beaten down BD until fires up and manages to reverse a suplex attempt into an elevated DDT. To hurt to make the cover, he crawls towards SD who commences with the house of fire routine. JWW taken down by a clothesline, MP with a huge back body drop and JWW again with a side kick for 2. MP and BD back in and the brawl is back on. MP dumped to the outside and BD tagged back in. They hit a few tandem moves on JWW culminating with a shoulder mounted top rope tornado DDT that almost gets the three but MP breaks it up. BD drills JWW with a butter smooth brain buster and motions to go up top right as SD lines MP up for a super kick. MP ducks and BD is nailed in the back of the head. JWW springs back up and finishes the dazed BD off with an INTERNATIONAL DRIVER~!!! as MP pile drives SD to prevent the save. WINNERS in 11:24 Microplay & JW Westgaard Ross: well that has to be considered an upset! Razz: I gotta say I missed that one completely! Micro and Westgaard looked pretty good. I will be interesting to see how far they can go in the tournament. Ross: Indeed it will, opponent in the second round will likely be Revolution XX, not a tough draw at all. Razz: wait, what about Smoley and Smark! Those two are just coming off a World Tag Title shot! They are focused and ready for war! Ross: Well Razz, I am going to have to disagree with you there, no disrespect intended to Smark or Smoley, but I just don’t see them in the same class as Revolution XX.
THE SMARKING GUNNNS! vs. REVOLUTION XX The lights dim, a spotlight shines on the entranceway, the theme from the Good, the Bad and The Ugly starts with it’s mournful whistle. Then we hear a whip crack HEYA! And the theme from Bonanza kicks in. The ring announcer announces the men, from the Intranet, weighing 200 pounds, SMARK GUNNN! And his partner weighing 348 pounds, from Waxahachie Texas, BRAD GUNNN! The Smarking Gunnns make their way toward the ring, the fans are cheering, which these two are probably not used to. Lucky for us, Smoley is wearing a pair of jeans that are impossibly tight and cowboy boots. On the way down the isle, they are ambushed by Revolution XX. Coolname attacks Smark, Eric pounces on Smoley. The two pound away, Coolname lifts Smark and drops him throat first across the steel guardrail. The bell has not officially rung, so anything goes. Eric picks up a chair and tosses it at Smoley, Smoley catches it, and EOM immediately spin kicks the chair sending it flying back into Smoley’s face. Coolname then picks up the chair and proceeds to repeatedly bash Smoley across the face and body. Eric goes after Smark, dragging him down to ringside. EOM whips Smark into the metal ring post; them picks up a piece of the destroyed Tongan announce table and gouges at Smark’s head until his face is a mess of blood. Carl drags Smoley to the ring and rolls him inside, Smoley is barely moving. Outside the ring, Revolution XX double-team Smark. First they hit stereo super kicks, only Coolname hits from the front, while Eric hits one from behind, sandwiching Smark’s head. Smark falls to the floor. They move the ring steps away from the ring a bit, and stand Smark up. Coolname charges from behind and spears Smark in the lower back, at the same instant, EOM leaps off the stairs and connects with a spin kick, effectively bending Smark backward the wrong way. Smark is rolling around on the floor screaming in agony. Revolution XX slide back into the ring while medical officials rush to check on Smark. Inside the ring, Smoley has pulled himself to his feet. EOM hefts Smoley up on his shoulders, Coolname scales the ropes and they connect with a flying clothesline. Smoley hits the mat hard, and doesn’t move. Revolution XX celebrate, then pull Smoley to his feet, they hit a devastating Total Revolution, Carl makes the cover, the ref counts three. WINNERS in 6:18 Revolution XX Smark is wheeled out on a stretcher; Smoley has to be helped to the back. Ross: Razz, Revolution XX are animals, plain and simple. Their method of attack lately seems to be the sneak attack. Razz: Well, I can’t say I agree with their methods, but there is no denying they have become vicious in the ring as of late. They are sending a message to 3Piece Set, no matter how brutal they are in the ring, Carl and Eric can match them blow for blow. Ross: Well that’s it for the first round of the OOWF Invitational; this sets up some intriguing matches for next week. Razz: We’ll see if UnderDawg and Donovan Viper can maintain their winning ways as they face the upset minded duo of Harper Camby and Tommy O’Neil. Ross: That’ll be a good one. Also the renewed Outback Jack and GatorBait take on another surprise team, Moosehead Jack and Concrete TG. Razz: That could be a bloodbath; I cannot wait for that one! Also, can Hellion and Corax redeem themselves and defeat FF Capslock and Stank? Ross: They will have to figure out how to combat that immense size difference if they hope to be successful, but I wouldn’t put it past them. And finally, my sleeper team Microplay and JW Westgaard take on Revolution XX Razz: That one will be another great match! Revolution XX seem locked in, it is going to take one hell of an effort to eliminate them from the tournament. Ross: Razz, up next, we were supposed to have 3Piece Set defending the tag titles against Chris Alt and Canadian Dragon, but since Firechild set the tag champs on fire, we now have a three way dance between Alt, Dragon and Firechild Razz: You could say this is a baptism by fire, of sorts, for Firechild, he is a newcomer to the OOWF and he is stepping in the ring with a former world champion, and a guy who pretty much everyone, believes is the future of the company.
Non-Tournament Match
CHRIS ALT vs. CANADIAN DRAGON vs. FIRECHILD CA and CD look at one another then attack FC with a little rookie hazing. After pounding him down to the mat. They pick him up and both super kick him over the top rope. The deed done, CD immediately rocks CA with some heavy rights before sending him into the ropes. CA ducks the clothesline attempt and drops CD with a shoulder block then immediately hits a somersault senton splash for a quick 2. CA attempts a rocker dropper, but gets back flipped, then clothes lined down by CD. CA back up, but both men or taken down by a FC cross body. FC rolls through and hits a lionsault on CA for 2 as CD baseball slides him away. CD stomps away at FC for a moment then walks right into a kick to the gut. CA hits a snap suplex and float over cover for 2. Whipping CD into the ropes, he drops down and FC catches CD with a beautiful drop kick. CA runs across CD’s chest and hits a flying forearm just as FC gets back to his feet. A few mounted punches later, FC is sent sprawling over the top as CA hits the crazy clothesline that takes them both out. CD watches as the two brawl on the floor, then hits them both with a no hands delayed somersault plancha. After collecting themselves on the outside, CD rolls FC back in, but as he attempts to get in, CA pulls him back out and drives him back first into the apron twice before scoop slamming him on the floor. As he climbs in, FC attacks with a vengeance and chokes him in the ropes. He then performs an inside to the outside leg drop on CA’s neck as it dangles from the apron. As FC gets up, CD puts him down with a vicious clothesline then throws him head first into the steel stairs. Back in the ring, CA staggers right into a springboard drop kick. CD stands on his throat then waits for him to get to his knees for kneeling DDT. He drops a couple of knees to the back of his neck then, while still holding CA’s neck, drags the man to his feet for a swinging neck breaker into a seated front chancery. FC back in with a stiff kick to the lower back, then a knee drop to CA’s neck before following up with some knees to CD’s back. FC alternates between stomping the two of them before pulling CD atop CA. Slingshot moonsault connects across CD’s lower back. FC pushes him out of the way and gets a two count on CA. He then rushes over to CD and attempts a D-TUNER~!!! but CD manages to fight it off and get to the ropes. FC holds onto his legs in an attempt to pull him away, but CA comes in from behind and drops CA with a reverse DDT across his knee then locks in a DRAGON SLEEPER~!!! FC is fading fast so CD scrambles to his feet and locks CA in a DRAGON SLEEPER~!!! of his own. CA releases FC to better fight the hold then attempts to spring off the ropes. CD catches him in mid air however and drives him down with modified reverse DDT. Before he can lock in the sleeper again, FC has recovered and yanks CD’s head down, driving it into his upturned knees. Cover gets two as CD barely rolls the shoulder. CA and FC slug it out as CD pulls himself up in the corner. FC attempts an Irish whip, but has it reversed and gets back body dropped out of the ring. Despite the fatigue, CD charges CA and they grapple on the mat for a few minutes, resulting in a rapid succession of quick pin falls including a unique one where CD hits a modified shining wizard and lands straddling CA’s neck. A little more back and forth and a couple of reversal sequences lead to CD killing CA with a spiked hurricarana. CA manages to roll the shoulder at the last moment and FC is finally showing signs of life on the apron just in time to catch a CD jumping spin kick to send him back to the outside. CA manages to connect with a few punches and chops and even fires up after a huge power slam. CA attempts a hurricarana of his own, but CD catches him and power bombs him into the turnbuckles. He then hits a SIDE EFFECT~!!! to put him down. CD signals for the DRAGONSAULT~!!! and begins his climb. Before CD can turn back around, FC pops up and shoves him from the top. CD collides with the steel guardrails, pushing them a foot or so closer to the audience. FC then drags CA to the middle of the ring and locks in the D-TUNER~!!! Alt struggles to power out of the hold, there is no way he can reach the ropes. Using the last of his strength, Alt finally powers out of the move flipping Ficrechild to the mat. Alt is down, gasping for breath, undaunted, FC gets up and grabs Alt’s legs again to reapply the D-Tuner. When he bends to grab Alt’s legs, Alt grabs him in a small package! 1!2!3! Alt gets the rollup pin out of nowhere! WINNER in 24:19 Chris Alt Ross: What a match! Once again Alt proves to me that he is one of the toughest men in the OOWF! Razz: That was certainly a nice win for Mr. Alt; lets see if this leads to a match with Viper! Ross: Folks, that’s all the time we have for this week, for Razz, I’m Ross, GOODNIGHT!
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:26:55 GMT -5
*Hellion and Corax burst in to their locker room and flop down to begin recuperating after their tournament match*
C - Well damn! We finally got a win. It's about friggin time.
H - So who do we have next?
C - I have no idea. What do I look like? Bracketmaker.com?
H - Geez man, I was just asking. No need to get so testy.
C - Sorry bro. It's just that this losing streak has been really getting to me lately. It feels really good to finally be on the right side of the decision for a change. Now that we are back on track, we are totally going to go all the way and bring those titles back home.
H - To the Ministry?
C - No man! To you and me! You know personally, I'm starting to get fed up with Donny and Dawg. They are so wrapped up in their own issues, they don't even have time for us anymore. Seriously, when was the last time they actually helped us with one of our issues?
H - It has been a while...
C - Exactly. Meanwhile we are thrown out there, off our game, to get embarrassed by guys who couldn't hold the jock of Barry Horowitz!
H - Who?
C - Nevermind. I seriously hope we have to face them in this tournament. They already have gold. We deserve to have ours back.
H - You don't think they are going to lay down for us do you?
C - I don't care if they do. I have some serious pent up anger I need to unleash. And they are more deserving of that focus than anyone else, save for 3-Piece-Set. Did you know those jokers are going around calling themselves the greatest tag team the OOWF has ever seen?!?
H - Dawg's not going to like that you said that.
C - What? What does he care if I shoot on 3PS?
H - No, The other thing.
C - What's he going to do? Fight back if we actually meet in the Tournament? Good! I hope he does get pissed off. It will be nice to fight a team for once that aren't a couple of jobber jokes. I am not worried. We know those two inside and out. Beating them will be a pleasure. Anyways, I gotta go slap the wardrobe lady. *mutters* Friggen mask...
*Corax gets up and storms out*
Fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:27:18 GMT -5
Capslock and Stank are in the back locker room recuperating. Stank is sitting and rubbing his head.
FFC – What the hell was that? Stank – Looking groggy What? FFC – You almost cost us the match! Stank – Shut up! I was going to kick out before the three count! I just can’t believe Gimmickman got me up for the Spartan Plunge! This is not over between him and me! FFC – Hey we’ve got tag team gold to win first! Stank – Standing up Hey! You don’t think I know that? Look, I’m focused. I want those titles! FFC – It didn’t look like it out there! Stank –Glaring Look, So far you and I… have been a team… of convenience. A damn effective one at that! I can’t think of a better partner to have in this tournament. I truly believe no one and I mean NO ONE can beat us together! Don’t ever question MY commitment! FFC – Grinning That’s what I like to hear! Stank – Oh you like that, huh? Well how about this. I glanced over at the screen and it shows on the bracket that we’ve got Hellion and Corax next.
Stank and FFC share a laugh. FFC slaps Stank on the back, guffawing.
Stank – Ow! Watch it man. FFC – Still laughing and in a mock Stank voice The Spartan Plunge, Man that move is AWESOME! Ha! Stank – Yeah, Yeah laugh it up. Gimmickman will get what’s coming to him. THAT I promise you.
FFC walks away, laughing. Stank, smiling, turns and faces… UNDERDAWG!
Stank – Smile fades. Gets in a defensive stance What do YOU want?
Underdawg just stands there, glaring
Stank – Look, I ain’t got no beef with you… for now, but if you want to start something, let’s do this!
Underdawg just stares
Stank – Hey, if this is about your minions, I promise Caps and I will make it quick.
The room gets cold and Underdawg rolls his eyes into his head
Stank – Alright. You’re creeping me out man. I’m outta here.
Stank slowly backs out of the room as a wicked grin crosses Underdawg’s face
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:27:44 GMT -5
[Johnny Adrenaline is walking down the hallway, still a bit glassy eyed, but has the IC Title over his shoulder and pulling his golf bag behind him. However, he is carrying a brown grocery sack with his other arm.]
JA: [singing] Meet me halfway... Across the sky... The world below belongs to only you and I...
[He approaches the GM Office door and goes to knock, but before he can, the door opens, and The Rick steps out.]
The Rick: Dude, Kenny Loggins sucks... oh, and by the way, you're not weaslin' out of the Country Club Death Match either.
JA: I don't want to be in the match. Capps doesn't want to be in the match. Just take off the stip. I'll defend my title against him, even if he doesn't deserve a rematch. Whatever, just not a Country Club Death Match...
The Rick: Will you get out of my way?
JA: Where are you going? Don't you still have work to do here tonight?
The Rick: Yes, I have to review the tape from tonight's show, put up a recap on the website tonight, and make time for Family Guy. So I'm gonna need some alochol.
JA: Perfect. I offer this to you as an olive branch. My apology for being an ass last week during the baseball game. [Hands The Rick the grocery bag.] Enjoy.
[The Rick pulls a six pack of Corona out of the bag. He digs a littl deeper into the bag and pulls out a clear plastic bag of limes. The Rick just looks at Johnny, hands him the limes, and walks off with the Corona, never saying a word, leaving Johnny in confused silence.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:28:11 GMT -5
* AA is on his cell phone. *
Yo, Beast, what's up with your performance? I was out there for a good 15 minutes, hanging and banging and beating down Viper and Dawg, had them right where we wanted them. I figure I'd tag out to you so you could get a bit of glory and what happens? Viper hits you with his 98 cent Home Depot John Cena Chain Gang Special and you go down for the count? You're a wuss, you know that Beast. All this walking through walls stuff has messed you up. Well that's it, our time as a tag team is over. I can't deal with baggage like that when I have the entire OOWF to save. I gotta concentrate on Johnny Adrenaline and my Intercontinental Country Club Death Match next week. Here me? As far as our tag team goes...you're fired!
* AA punches End Call with anger. *
AA: Man, I hope Beast isn't too upset when he gets his messages.
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:29:06 GMT -5
*Niles is walking down the hallway when he bumps in to Donnie Viper. Viper starts making bowing gestures towards the disgruntled Niles.*
Viper - Way to go, chump, you really showed the world what your made of tonight.
*Niles gestures to make a swing at Viper.*
Viper - woah woah, I don't think your boss would like it too much if you did anything rash. Him and I are on good terms afterall. And after tonight, I'm willing to bet he'd take my side over yours any day of the week.
*Niles brings his hands to his side and brushes past Viper.*
Viper - Just what I thought: little man knows when he's out of his league. You're always gonna be a lackey Niles.
*Niles continues walking, but an evil look crosses his eyes as he goes away. Fade to black.*
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:29:30 GMT -5
Semaj and Thim ARE SITTING~! in the AYUFF lockerroom.
TR: ...I think it's good thing that we didn't advance in the tournament.
SB: Whot the bloody 'ell are you going on about? 'ow on Earth could this be a good thing?
TR: Hear me out, mate. We could have beat Hellion and Corax this week, but if we had advanced, then next week we would be tied up in another tag match.
SB: Right and we would be another step closer to the tag team titles!
TR: Semaj, neither you nor I are here for titles. In the grand scheme of things they don't matter. We are really here for Moose...Head...Jack. And I don't think that we can afford to be distracted chasing after the tag titles until we have done what we need to do.
SB: I see you point, Thim, but I still don't see why losing 'elps our cause. I doubt that The Rick will let us off next week to pursue our vendetta against Jack. Aside from that Concrete and Moose'ead are still in the tournament, so any attacks on 'im will alter the tournament.
TR: Don't worry about next week, as long as we aren't locked into the tag tournament, we're going to be below everyone's radar and that means we can do what we need to do with Moosehead Jack or the Establishment or Adrenaline and Williams or any other wanks we want. Everything will work out, don't you trust me?
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:30:23 GMT -5
F.F. Capslock walks over to Hellion and Corax's lockerroom and tapes a note to it. Chuckling, he walks off.
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:30:50 GMT -5
(Jack is in the back looking at the lineup for next week, Niles comes up and grabs MHJ by the arm spinning him around)
MHJ: <annoyed> Can I help you? Niles: What the hell was that? What do you think you are doing? You pulled me off the mat and distracted the ref, that idiot Concrete hit Blade with the bat and got the pin! MHJ: So? Niles: <getting frustrated> What the hell do you mean SO? I thought you had my back, then you go and pull this? I ought to.... MHJ: You ought to WHAT? Look Niles, you said it yourself, every man for themselves in this tournament, and if you think for one moment, did I ever lay a finger on you except to pull you off the apron? Niles: well, no. MHJ: Exactly. You know damn well you had no interest in teaming with Blade and going after the tag titles. You want the world title, and you damn sure are gonna get it. Quit being so pissy about this tag thing, remember man, it's all part of the bigger plan. Niles: <grinning> Yeah, the bigger plan. Me at the helm of the Establishment, holding the gold, calling the shots, running the ship. MHJ: Excuse me? <steps closer to Niles> Let's not forget who recruited YOU to the Establishment. You are our key to winning the world title, but that title doesn't give you free reign. Let's not forget that. Niles: <getting a strange look in his eyes> Sure boss, whatever, it's all good.
<Niles walks off, Jack watches him for a moment, when he turns back around Concrete TG is standing where Niles had been>
MHJ: Yes? Concrete: What was all that out there? MHJ: What are you talkin' about? We got the win didn't we? CTG: You threw the bat in the ring. MHJ: Nope, that was that idiot Blade, but I, uh, noticed you didn't hesitate to use it. That's good. CTG: You know as soon as this ends, the AYUFF is going to tear you to pieces. MHJ: Is that so? And you think for a second that the Establishment and our Cohorts will not return the favor? But stop for a moment Concrete, and think. CTG: There's nothin' to think about, you will not crack me. MHJ: Well, that remains to be seen, but think about this, I have no intention of losing this tournament, but lets say those chumps Outback JAck and GatorBait score the upset. Then what? CTG: I already told you, the second we are done, you are done as well. MHJ: See, there you go again, not thinking. You want a war? No problem, we can gather our troops and go to war, I have no problems with that, but it might throw a wrench in your plans. CTG: Damn it Moose get to the point. MHJ: My point is this, we go to war right now and neither of us are going to be anywhere near gold. We go to war, I will do everything in my power to make sure you don't get a taste of gold. But, think about this, Moosehead Jack and Concrete TG defeat 3Piece Set for the OOWF Tag Team Titles. You think about it for a moment, with the combined Establishment and AYUFF behind us, NO ONE could touch us, we would be champions until we retire. But if you want a war instead, it's your call. The right decision lies inside. Trust me
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:31:17 GMT -5
*OBJ is WALKING! when SFJ 33 catches up to him*
SFJ33: Outback Jack, your coments on the match?
OBJ: Williams, you earned my respect. You would not tap out to the Croc Hunter until you passed out. You're a tough SOB, mate. Too bad your partner cost you the match, but it didn't matter anyways. Gator and I are here to kick ass and take names.
SFJ33: And what about your upcoming opponents?
OBJ: Ya know (TM Kevin Nash), we as teams are similar in size and experience, but Gator and I have been together a long time. CTG and MHJ are extremely talented but I can see them imploding. They are not on the same page. We, on the other hand, have decide to unleash the lethal predatory reptile inside ourselves.
SFJ: Now I'd like to show our fans some footage of you with some former UConn WNBA stars...
OBJ: Is this about that old hag coach? This interview is over!
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:31:46 GMT -5
(CTG and MHJ stand beak to snout)
CTG: You honestly think the AYUFF would work with the Establishment? MHJ: Why not? we'd run the OOWF no matter what the new GM does. After all, (smirks) I have his ear. I can get you a World Title shot at the drop of a hat if you want it. CTG: spare me your temptations. I already know how this is going to end. MHJ; (raises eyebrow) oh really? do tell. CTG: I already know how good you are. You know how good I am. Jack and Gator are toast, 3Piece set is toast, anyone who got in our way is toast. We win the Tag Titles. MHJ: Exactly why- CTG: Hold on. We win the Tag straps, that would supposedly unite the factions. Who is in charge then, Moose? MHJ: That's a stupid question. CTG: No it's not. You want to talk about a war? You think I really WANT a war? There's gonna be one regardless, because only ONE person can run such a coalition, and I'm not about to let YOU be in charge. MHJ: Why not? (grins) CTG: That's not how the AYUFF works. I'm all for a lassiez-faire situation where if anyone else in the AYUFF gets a title shot, I'm not gonna just jump in and say "hey, make sure your first match after you win is against me". MHJ: why not? You're wasting an opportunity. CTG: Because the best rewards are worth earning and not stealing. MHJ: (snorts) You have too much patience. CTG: No. I do things the RIGHT way. That's why, once this tournament is over, it won't matter if you and I ARE the Tag Team Champions. The Establishment and the AYUFF will be at war. Unless you can think of some way we can do this by committee..... MHJ: ......... CTG: Didn't think so. See you next week.
(CTG gathers his bags and walks out)
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Post by mooseheadjack on May 31, 2008 17:32:10 GMT -5
BD leans against a locker, head bowed in consternation. SD seems preoccupied with whatever is transpiring on the monitor.
BD: I never thought I say this, but I know how you feel.
SD: Where the hell did that come from?
BD: We were once tag team champs. Longest reigning in this fed's brief history by my accounts. Now we can't even get past a thrown together team in the first rounds of a tournament the Rick pulled out of his ass.
SD: Hey, I got over it, and I'm not as good a person as you are.
BD: That's the point. When was the last time I just stepped up and took something? I never bothered with the World Title, because I was having fun tagging with you. I didn't feel the need for individual gold and if I did, the only other title was being held by a teammate. A teammate constantly getting his ass handed to him by his opponents, yet still coming out on top until recently.
SD: So what are you saying? You want to dissolve the team now? What about all that crap we went through a couple of months ago? The match we had before we lost our titles? Or the time I kicked your ass backstage because you insisted we remain a team?
BD: First off, I was wrong to hinder your growth by forcing you to team with me. You could be IC champ now instead of Johnny-on-the-spot. And I used you as a crutch. Instead of testing my limits in the singles ranks, I relied on you to carry me through a few tag matches.
SD: You didn't force me to do anything. I don't roll like that.
BD: Anyway, I recall beating you down that day. The fact of the matter is, we need to see what we can accomplish on our own. I need to see what I can do on my own.
SD: So it's like that. I ought to kick your ass right now you selfish son of a bitch.
BD: How am I being selfish? You want this as badly as I do. Hell, you pushed Jennifer into me to score a tainted win so you could do just that. But you've been around me so much, that your conscience gnawed away at you and you couldn't accept the win that way. That's why you stayed with me even after we lost the titles. But now, I'm setting you free. And if you still have a desire to kick my ass, then I'm sure The Rick would have no problem pitting us against one another.
BD stands, but SD stops him with a powerful grip on his arm.
SD: You sure you want to do this?
BD: More than anything else I've ever done since I decided to become a wrestler.
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