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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:32:44 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/Imperial Onslaught Live! From London, West Virginia
Imperial Onslaught[/u]
Tournament of Champions[/u] Stank vs. LD Williams Moosehead Jack vs. Matt Folz Winner vs. Winner
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Poe vs. Tournament Winner
Card subject to Rich Rodriguez buyout
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:33:07 GMT -5
(Tytan sits alone, he is pissed at what he has just seen. He is waiting for Eco.)
Tytan: Damn why didn't we see this coming.
(Tytan finds a nearby chair to throw. As Eco ducks as he enters.)
Eco: Someones pissed.
Tytan: Your damn right I am pissed off. We were starting to win this war. We were bringing some honor back to the OOWF and now....the Event Horizon.
Eco: Wasn't that a movie.
Tytan: It was and from what I remembered it SUCKED!
Eco: So now what are we going to do....
Tytan: We are going to "Work smarter, not harder."
Eco: But that's what we have been doing.
Tytan: No, actually we haven't. We have been fighting Poe and the Goon Squad on our own for awhile now.
Eco: And look where it has gotten us...
Tytan: Maybe the time has come for us to find some friends.
Eco: I am liking where you are going with this...
(Tytan begins to leave.)
Eco: Where are you going?
Tytan: It's no time like to the present to start finding some friends.
(Tytan leaves.)
Eco: I hope he knows what he is doing.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:33:29 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen heading down the hall of Random Encounters when he runs into Davin.)
Tytan: Davin...
Davin: What the hell do you want?
Tytan: How are Phantos and Lucios?
Davin: They look like shit...now talk cause if you noticed I would prefer to be alone right now.
Tytan: Maybe its time we take on these assholes together.
Davin: What? You, me, and Eco right I'd end up in bed right next to Phantos and Lucios...try again.
Tytan: Look this is a new war that's about to start. The last time a war like this happened I was on the wrong side. This time I want to be on the right side.
Davin: Kid, you got a good heart...but I am not anyones hero and I don't want to be.
(Davin walks off.)
Tytan: Damn...I thought he would be the easy one.
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:34:06 GMT -5
*Stank walks into the Destroyitarium and seats himself by the bar where he pours himself a beer. From a nearby booth stand The Midnight Sons who are recovering, not only from their match, but from the shock of what they just witnessed. Outback Jack walks out from the back room and all eyes are on Stank as he sits silently, sipping his beer. Spin is first to speak.*
SH – Boss?
*Stank continues drinking in silence*
SH – BOSS???
*Stank says nothing.*
SH – Oh so NOW you have nothing to say? Just when... WHEN did you plan to clue the REST of us in on what you were doing?
*Tension can be seen in Stank's shoulders as he allows Spin's words to roll off of his back.*
SH – Just what the HELL is this? … …. BOSS?? … STANK!!
*Stank drops his head down and turns in his seat toward the direction of the other three men in the room. Without looking up the OOWF Intercontinental Champion speaks.*
Stank – I... I suspect the Midnight Sons will rise up to oppose us.
SH – Us? What US? What he HELL are you TALKING ABOUT?
*Outback Jack stares on warily. DH Magnusson puts his hand on Spin's shoulder.*
Stank – Truth is I'm glad you and Mags have made your peace. I'm glad the Son's are back together. I longed for the days Lock and I could reform our tag team and wreck shop like we used to back in the day... It's good to have...
*Stank fails to complete the thought, biting his lower lip and clearly struggling with his words. He begins anew with another thought.*
Stank – We... And by that I mean the four of us in this room... I will always hold close to my heart the work that we've done together...
SH – Stop TALKING like THAT!
Stank – Spin...
SH – STOP TALKING LIKE WE'RE THROUGH!
Stank – Spin I...
*Before anyone can move Spin is across the room and he SMACKS Stank across his face which rattles the big man and sets Stank's ears ringing! With utter dismay planted on Spin's face he screams...*
SH – What the FUCK are you DOING, MAN??
*Just then Poe, LD Williams, Moose, and Firewoman all walk in with barb-wire baseball bats. Stank stares down at the floor as the sting from Spin's strike pulses on the side of his face.*
SH – No... Boss don't do this. Don't let THEM do THIS!
OBJ – Spin enough... just... enough.
*Stank continues to stare at the floor by Spin's feet silently. He says nothing as the first blow is struck on DH Magnusson by LD Williams. Outback Jack races over to LD's side but is taken down by Poe with a bat strike to the face. Spin screams NO! As he reaches behind the bar and grabs his crowbar and Mags's logging chain. Moose steps up and swings but Spin blocks the shot with his crowbar. He retaliates and whips the chain around Firewoman's legs, pulling her off her feet and to the floor. LD leaps in the air at Spin and Spin catches him and SLAMS him into Moosehead Jack! KZ go flying over a table. Drink and Destroy minus Stank rise up to fight and a full on BRAWL is in progress. Stank remains oblivious, sitting at the bar, content in staring at the floor. Mags and Outback Jack fight valiantly for a few minutes, but the odds are too much as Mags is taken down. The camera turns to Stank who hasn't moved a muscle. It turns back to Spin heroically fighting off both members of KZ with his crowbar. Poe is busy finishing off Outback Jack with bat strikes to the side of the Aussie's arm and legs. Mags rises from the floor, bleeding profusely from his head. He turns and is struck down by Firewoman with another shot to his dome. Mags is out. Fire turns to address Spin and gets a BIG BOOT to her face for her troubles. Down goes Fire and it all appears to be going by in slow motion to Stank as he continues to sit at the bar, staring down at the floor, doing nothing. Spin turns and jumps on Poe's back, wrapping the logging chain around the OOWF World Champion's neck! Spin is choking Poe out, HOWLING in rage and frustration at what is transpiring. Poe is close to unconsciousness when Spin is STRUCK from behind by KZ as they put the boots to Spin Hansen. Fire and Poe moments later join KZ as they beat the big man down. the camera turns back to Stank sitting at the bar as he winces silently to every strike and thud he hears inflicted on Spin.*
Stank – Stop IT! STOP!
*KZ, Poe, and Fire stop and look at Stank who has tears welling up in his eyes. He rises from his stool and walks away from the bar slowly toward Spin who lies on his back, writhing on the floor.*
Stank – God damn it, Spin... I'm sorry. I truly am... I would love nothing more than to have, you, Jack, and Mags join us on this journey... but we are The Five...
*Stank pushes Spin over, with his size 18 boot, so that Spin is lying face down.*
Stank – … We are the ONLY Five...
*Stank sits down on Spin's back and locks the big man up in his Southern Comfort submission hold. Spin struggles as tears fall down Stank's cheeks.*
Stank - … And in order for our world to begin... my old world must end.
*Spin continues to struggle until he finally loses consciousness. Stank holds onto Spin a few moments longer then finally releases the hold. Through tears he stares down at the back of Spin's head. He tenderly strokes Spin's hair and looks up as the rest of The Five finish off the remainder of Drink and Destroy. Stank rises to his feet. The camera zooms in on the anguish marred on Stank's face... ... then fades.*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:34:29 GMT -5
We open on the Palatial IHOP Locker Room. Skurge and SYB are sitting in folding chairs in front of the lockers. The Amnesiac is standing between the two of them, holding a clipboard in one hand, and a whistle in the other.
Amn: You know... when you were a baby in your crib. Your father looked down at you, and he had but one hope...
Skurge: Solly's dad just hoped the swelling would go down in his son's nose.
SYB: Bite me, Canuck-fuck.
Amn: Quiet, you two. He had but one hope... some day my son will grow to be a nerd. Well look at you now. You just got your asses whipped... by a bunch of goddamn jocks.
The Amnesiac throws the clipboard down.
Amn: JOCKS! Well, if I was you, I'd do something about it.
Skurge: Best Buy shopping spree?
Solly snickers.
Amn: (ignoring Skurge's comment) I would get up and redeem myself in the eyes of my father, my maker, and IHOP itself.
SYB takes his cue.
SYB: JOCKS!
Skurge: What are we waiting for?
Skurge and Solly run out of the locker room. The camera pans out, and we see a man entering the shot. He claps The Amnesiac on the back. It's Frederick "Ogre" Polowokski.
Ogre: Nice job, nerd.
Amn: Hey, thanks. You gonna stick around for a bit?
Ogre: Yeah, thought I might get the lay of the land. Where's that little chinky guy you always used to hang out with?
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:34:53 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is SITTING~! in what appears to be the Run DLP Locker Room, presented by Aquafina for what could be the final time. He's mostly dressed; the top couple buttons undone on his dress shirt. SFJ420 comes by and starts to talk, but Davin just stares her down and puts his hand out looking for the mic. She hands it to him and walks away.*
DM: You were one step ahead of me Stank. I knew Fire was gonna turn; but I honestly didn't see that coming. Nicely done. Nice work indeed. *batistalaughs* And the best part about it? I totally deserved it, Lucas. Totally. The symmetry, the symbolism? Absolutely perfect. My hat is off to you.
DM: And Moose, well, where do I begin? First, you may have killed my brothers; especially Phantos. I'm sure your sister was thrilled by that. Oh yeah Lisa, I did know about that. I know a few other things too. I hope you enjoy your time in the "Five". What? You don't know the story of the "Five"?
DM: Your brother never told you the tale of how the idea of the "Five" came to life? Hmmm, maybe he'll fill you in on how we came up with it. Together. You're just another mindless drone in Moose's little game.
DM: Yup, finally the puppetmaster has his pawns in place. LD Williams, Moose's lackey to the end. Poe, the self-styled cult leader and child rapist who caters to Moose's every whim. Firewoman, devoted sister despite everything Moose has put her through. Careful Moose, she'll change her mind depending on which way the wind is blowing.
DM: And finally, my good friend Stank. Again Lucas, well done. You've managed to put one over on ol' Davin; one that he's deserved for one solid year. *batistalaughs* Way to go, fatboy. Now you can be all angsty and dark and take out all your problems on the OOWF while you, yet again...
DM: *batistalaughs* While you yet AGAIN do your lackey work for Moose. Are all you people retarded? Seriously? How many times does Moose have to turn on you before you get it, Lucas?
*Davin buttons his shirt, tightens his tie up and slips on an expensive-looking jacket. He also reaches into his pocket and stands up. The camera follows*
DM: Honestly? I just don't give a fuck. But I do know that if you're all going to change; I'm going to have to adapt to it. So be it. It's time for me to find what's worked best for me and stick with it...
*Davin slips on sunglasses*
DM: That's right kids. Davin Moreland is back in town. The "OchoCinco" has asked for it, so Davin Moreland has no choice but to respond in kind. Davin Moreland is on Davin Moreland's own. Davin Moreland recognizes this. But at least Davin Moreland knows who Davin Moreland can trust. And that's...wait for it...DAVIN MORELAND! Good guess by The "OchoCinco". Davin Moreland may be alone, but *batistalaugh* Davin Moreland is 6'10" 290 lbs of fucking pure awesome so The "OchoCinco" you are on notice. Davin Moreland will not be responsible for Davin Moreland's behavior or reactions.
*Davin straightens up and heads to the door*
DM: Davin Moreland is going to check on Davin Moreland's brothers now. And Davin Moreland would like to send a message to the "OchoCinco" right now...
*Davin tilts his sunglasses down a little*
DM: Lucas? You're first.
*Davin walks out the door. Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:35:18 GMT -5
(Ecosystem is walking backstage when he bumps into Matt Folz.)
Matt Folz: Eco. Sorry about your title there--bet you're a little surprised after last night, eh?
Eco: That might be an understatement. How's the Onslaught Championship treating you?
Folz: Pretty damn well, I'd say. Shame I never got to beat you directly for the title.
Eco: Honestly? I'd actually prefer you hold that title right now.
Folz: And why is that?
Eco: Let me be straight with you. As surprised as I can be by all these wacky plots wrestlers here seem to come up with, I'm damn good at the contingency plan.
You, sir, hold the only regularly defended title not in the hands of The Five. Sure, Run DLP have the Trios Titles and Tytan has the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship, but they're going to come after your title first--probably Firewoman. And given the lengths you have gone to protect this title--I'm betting you're a better bet to hold it than I would be.
Folz: Are you making a deal with me without promising any money?
Eco: Yes I am. It's a killer deal, Tytan and I protect your title and ask for nothing in return.
Folz: Wait...so what do you get out of it?
Eco: (smiles) I get Poe not having your title in his grasp.
(Ecosystem extends his hand. Matt Folz just stares at Eco.)
Folz: I'll consider it. (He shakes Eco's hand.) You drive a hard bargain, sir.
Eco: We'll talk soon.
(Matt Folz walks off.)
Eco (pulling out a little sheet of paper and pen) Check. (He puts the pen away.) Time to pay some other friends a visit.
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:35:36 GMT -5
Somewhere in the arena, Selena has gotten ahold of a ninja cameraman. She holds the lens of the camera close to her so all you can really see is her head.
She holds up her right palm and the familiar red 'V' is written on it. She looks at her palm and then back to the camera. She grins and shakes her head.
SG: Tsk tsk tsk silly people. *with a slight melody in her voice* I tried to warn you...
Selena closes her palm, grabs the camera once again with both hands and pulls it close to her face.
SG: Now, the fun really starts.
Selena licks the camera lense.
SG: Hasta la vista.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:35:56 GMT -5
A lone ninja cam wanders the halls of the arena in London, WV, as it appears staff is beginning preparation for Wednesday night's show. Wrestlers are also milling about, as various common locker room motifs are being constructed. The ninja cam wisely skips past the Destroyitarium, where the mood is sure to have not improved. He continues around the Hallway of Random Encounters, but seeing none, he heads for some commotion. He approaches a door which is open, but has the Roman numeral "V" painted on it with blood-red spray paint. He decides to peek in to see what is going on.
SG: Omaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar.....there's smelly wrestling gear in my room.......
At that moment Firewoman appears through the door with more stuff, followed by Lucky, Dr. Freedman, Evans, and Larson. Lucky (also carrying stuff) and Firewoman head into the room that Selena was indicating, while the rest wait outside. Firewoman re-emerges.
Poe: I didn't know we were getting such an entourage.
Firewoman does not acknowledge his existence.
Poe: You have taken Selena's room. You could have at least asked--
FW: She can share with you. It'll be a dream come true for the both of you.
Poe: (clearly annoyed) If this little alliance is to work, certain agreements need to made, Lionness...
Firewoman whirls around to face him, and any trace of hesitation to confront him is completely gone. Poe is a little surprised by this.
FW: I'm glad you brought that up. Because I do have some, what did you call them? Agreements? That need to be met.
Moose, LD, and Stank come out of their respective rooms to watch the show.
FW: First off, you can drop the pet names. I'd prefer you not address me at all, but since that won't happen, it's Firewoman or nothing.
Poe nods, a little amused, but still a little annoyed
FW: Second, you need to get rid of that. (She nods towards the room where Alexander is most likely meditating). Evans and Larson need a room.
Poe: And where do you suggest I put "that."
FW: I don't care. All he's doing is sitting there. I'm sure there's a broom closet he can use.
Poe: Evans and Larson can share with you. They weren't part of our little deal in the first place, and--
FW: I didn't make a deal with you, I made a deal with my brother. I'm not here for you, I'm here to stand with him for the first time in a long time.
She steps closer to Poe, eyes dark.
My days of making deals with you are done. You'd thought I'd have learned the first time, after you left me with a knife in my side, bleeding to death.
MHJ: Wait.....that was you?
Poe glances at Moose and the two hold a look for a minute that isn't altogether pleasant
Poe: It was a different time...
FW: Uh huh. But no, the second time you don't even pretend to hold your word and I get kidnapped by that brat Ecosystem and --
Poe: You have made your point, Lio-- Firewoman. I suggest you--
FW: Stop. I'm not your slave, I'm not your protege, I'm not your lackey. You make no suggestions to me. Got it?
The two stare down for an impossibly long time. Finally, Moose intercedes
MHJ: I think he's got it. Let's get move on so we can get to what's really important.
Fire glares at Moose and LD. Lucky gets off the cell phone.
FW: Well?
L: Still unconscious.
MHJ: You weren't seriously checking...
Firewoman glares again and stalks away towards her room. Moose and LD follow. Firewoman decides she's had enough and turns. LD ducks and Moose takes a roundhouse punch to the jaw.
MHJ: Goddammit....
FW: Lucios. You said it would be Lucios.
LD: Moose said no one would believe you'd be mad enough to go after us over Lucios.
FW: Not telling me of the change in plans is not a good way to start this out.
MHJ: (rubbing his jaw) You would've just argued the point and set us back weeks while we convinced.
FW: Whatever. Leave me alone.
Firewoman walks to her locker room and starts to slam the door, but Moose tries to step in. It doesn't work.
FW: Stay out of my locker room. Rule #1.
Firewoman slams the door in Moose's face. Moose turns, now rubbing his nose and his jaw.
LDW: Yep. One big happy family.
MHJ: Shut up.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:36:16 GMT -5
(Spin Hansen, Outback Jack, and D.H. Magnusson all are revived through the other Ninjas in the employ of the OOWF-- the Ninja Paramedics that allow promos to happen after you're beaten to a pulp. Spin climbs back up and sits at his normal place at the bar.)
SH: I trusted him. Moreso than anyone else in this whole damn company I trusted him. How could I be so STUPID?
Outback Jack: You're not stupid for trusting Stank, mate. Did he ever give any kind of a hint that he'd join up with Moosehead Jack? Any kind of a hint that he'd destroy Drink and Destroy... the thing he loved the most?
SH: NO. (He fights back tears.) I know this is a business where alliances are formed and broken at the drop of a hat, where allegiances change with the winds...some factions rise and some factions fall, but there is ONE THING that I swear to GOD that I will not let fall... and that is Drink and Destroy. I will do whatever it takes... hire jobbers... form alliances... make amends with Josh Fucking O'Neal...
Drink and Destroy will never die on my watch. Now who's with me?
(He downs the shots as the scene fades)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:36:34 GMT -5
Chris Evans is shown standing in the Team FuEL locker room holding his Breakthrough Star of the Year trophy.
Evans: Well, my first year down, and I’ve already made a pretty decent mark here. I’m a 3-time OOWF Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, a 2-time Trios champion, *holds up trophy* this year’s Breakthrough Star of the Year, and…I’ve been in 2 time-limit draws with two of the top talents in the OOWF, the first being Bryce Larson a few months ago, and last night I added to that total with a classic match with Matt Folz.
And speaking of Folz. Damn man, I don’t know what else we can possibly do to each other. We each now hold a victory over each other, but we still don’t know who the better man is. For right now, I’m just gonna consider it a draw and let you have your moment as champ. But just remember: we’re gonna face each other again somewhere down the line, and we’ll settle things once and for all.
And now with the next chapter in OOWF history about to start, we seem to be on the brink of yet another war within the fed. One side led by Moosehead Jack and the other side led by Ecosystem. Now as to what side I’m gonna be on? Well, I dunno. We all know that Fire’s loyalties lie with her brother Moose. Yeah, Fire and Moose as siblings. Seriously, who the hell saw THAT one coming? But the question is: do I stick with my mentor or go my own path? And also, where will Bryce go?
Well, I’ll cross those bridges when I reach them. Right now, my main focus is on the Imperial Onslaught match at Mayhem this week. This’ll be my first stepping stone in my quest to become next year’s OOWF Wrestler of the Year.
Now whether I win, or whether I lose, I guarantee that I’ll make an impact.
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:36:50 GMT -5
(The FADE comes back up.)
Evans: Eh? Did you screw with the timer, Ninja Cameraman?
(Ecosystem walks into frame.)
Eco: Sorry to interrupt you, Evans. Congratulations on your Breakthrough Award, by the way. Couldn't help overhearing your little promo.
Evans: So you've heard that I'll deal with your little war when I get around to it.
Eco: Of course. And I'm not here to push you. I'm just happy to hear you haven't yet committed to sharing the slave quarters with Bryce. In the meantime, I just want you to know that despite our differences with the Trios titles, you have a friend in me should you ever seek me out.
Evans: I think you're mildly desperate and making that promise to whoever is around.
Eco: (smiles earnestly) I don't get "desperate", Evans. When I get blindsided, I just step back and reassess--as you're doing right now. (Eco whips out a small card) Here's my card. While I think you'd be better off aligning yourself with those driven by something other than self-interest, let me know when you make a decision--either way.
(Evans takes the card nonchalantly.)
Evans: I can do that.
Eco: Good. Now you can have your...
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:37:09 GMT -5
*We're back from commercial and the camera is focused on Ecosystem lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Stank stands over him, dips his finger in Eco's blood and paints a crimson "V" on the downed man's chest.
The camera shifts to "moments ago" and shows Eco just as he finishes his promo. Stank comes charging in with a BIG BOOT knocking the smaller man to the floor! Stank is not done as he hauls Eco up and POWERBOMB once.. POWERBOMB twice... STANKBOMB! Eco is plastered onto the concrete floor! Blood starts to pool out from the back of Eco's head. Stank, breathing heavily, leans over the OOWF Hall of Famer.*
Stank - Step back... Reassess.
*Camera shifts back to the present and Stank addresses the camera.*
Stank - Moreland... I'm first? You bring that shit. All 6'10' 290lbs of it... But know this... What happened to you at Hell on Earth wasn't the end... it was just the beginning... So save your congratulations because what happens to you next... will make Hell on Earth look like Disney in Wonderland.
*Stank looks down at Ecosystem, looks over at Chris Evans who throws his hands up and backs away, then stalks off toward the Five's locker room. Before the camera fades Poe and Selena walk into frame and stare down at Ecosystem with satisfying grins on their faces.*
<fade>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:37:29 GMT -5
(Ecosystem lies bloody on the ground. Suddenly his phone begins to ring. He merely groans and does not reach for it.)
(A voice begins to play. The voice is too garbled and static-y to identify, though it is clearly male.)
Voice: Hey Juni...I got your phone message. Honestly, I might be willing. Call me back. *click*
(Ecosystem shakes once. Then again. He seems to be convulsing due to pain, but upon closer inspection, we see that his winces of pain are interspersed with laughter.)
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:37:47 GMT -5
*And yet another fade-in*
A hand reaches down to help Ecosystem to his feet. The camera pans around and we see Alexis Darling standing there. A smirk appears on her face...
Alexis: We should talk.
Ecosystem: Yes we should.
Both have a smile on their face as we...
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:38:09 GMT -5
**kz are alone in the main room of the locker complex. Williams turns off the tape he’s been watching and turns to Moose.**
LDW: “Right, so this is your sick idea of a joke, yes?”
MHJ: “What?”
LDW: “Any minute they’re going to come out of their rooms and have a laugh about putting one over on me, right?”
MHJ: “The hell are you talking about?”
LDW: “Five years…FIVE YEARS I’ve followed your lead, waiting for your master plan to take shape, and this is it? THIS? Your Svengali is hiding in his room with his goddess, your tortured hero is crying over milk he CHOOSE to spill, and your sociopath is having a therapy session with the entourage she brought along! The whole POINT of this was to bring everybody onside and dominate, not generate more drama than Run DEA!”
MHJ: “Finished?”
LDW: “For now.”
MHJ: “Nobody forced you to be part of this. You want out? There’s the door. Quit whining and use it.”
LDW: “Great, now we’re doing it. What are we, fourteen?”
MHJ: “They’ll come around. We just need time to get on the same page.”
LDW: “Hell, I’ll settle for in the same book.”
**Williams heads for the door.**
MHJ: “Where are you going?”
LDW: “I have a match to get ready for. Several of them actually. This isn’t the place to do it.”
MHJ: “About the tournament-”
LDW: “See, now I know you’re not about to say something stupid about knowing my place.”
MHJ: “No, I was going to wish you luck. You’ll need it in the second round.”
LDW: “The last time we had one of these tournaments, I walked out with the world title. I plan to do it again. Five or no Five.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:38:29 GMT -5
<Moose walks out of the room and is immediately confronted by SFJ13>
SFJ13: Moose, The Five is your grand vision. People are calling you the puppet master, what do you plan on doing with The Five?
MHJ: You know, I am glad you asked that because I want to clear up a few misconceptions. The Five is not my grand vision. I did not manipulate anyone to join, they are free to come and go as they please. You see, we are different from Run DEA and other groups in one regard, there is no hierarchy, there is no pecking order, no one is calling the shots. We have two very simple rules in The Five. One, watch each others backs
SFJ13: And the other?
MHJ: Destroy all those who oppose us
SFJ13: LD Williams seemed a little annoyed by all this, what are your thoughts on that, and potentially meeting him in the second round of the Tournament of Champions?
MHJ: Its no secret I think LD Williams is the greatest competitor the OOWF has ever seen. I shake my head when people accuse him of being a lapdog, or a lackey. That couldn't be further from the truth. I align myself with LD Williams because I would rather have him on my side that across the ring from him. As for us meeting in the second round? It's been a long time LD, I think at Mayhem we may have to prove that the only ones who can beat kz are kz.
Trust me
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:38:47 GMT -5
Chris Evans coming out of the 5 lockerroom, alone, running into Matt Folz in the hallway.
MF:Hi CE (Warily): Hi MF: Relax, not here to hurt you, just wanted to say you're a hell of a competitor, the only person ever to make me tap out. And that was a hell of a match, should be remembered come next awards show. CE: I agree. MF: And if I survive this week, then OBJ gets his shot, if I'm still champ after that, I'd like to go at it with you one more time, see once and for all who the better man is. CE: Looking forward to it, anything else? MF: Yes, now that you mention it, how goddamn stupid are you? CE: Beg your pardon? MF: You know, it's funny, watched the end of the show last night, didn't see you anywhere near the ring. CE: I haven't joined anything yet, but Fire has assured me that if I do... MF (Cutting him off): FIRE? FIRE? You're taking her at her word? Like she'd never turn on anyone, Run DEA for example. But, just for the sake of arguement, let's say she dosen't live up to her nature and never, ever ever lays a hand on either you or Larson. What's to prevent the rest of the group from doing so? You're already making noise about wanting to be world champion, I'm suuuuuure that's sitting well with your new best friend Poe. And what if you and Larson decide to team up and go for the tag straps, I'm sure KZ will just roll over and hand them to you without a fight, right?
CE: (Laughing) you're a damn mercanary, where do you get off talking like this? What, you like me all of the sudden? MF: Like you? No, don't even really know you, but I do respect what you can do in the ring. Hate to see that talent wasted by you being a lackey to a new supergroup. CE:Lackey? Where the hell do you get off? MF: Do the math Chris, Where do you really think you are on the pecking order if you do join this group? Honestly, Poe's world champ, Moose and LD are the tag champs, Stank's the IC champ, Fire's Moose's brother, hell, even the 17 year old walking felony would rank higher. CE: So what, trying to save me? You have some moral conscience now? MF (Chuckling): Save you? No, I'm still an asshole, I can admit it. I'm not trying to make you my friend Chris, I'm just lying out the facts for you. They're going to turn on you, maybe not today,maybe not next week, but as soon as you're a threat to them. Think about it.
Folz walking off
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:39:08 GMT -5
(Spin Hansen is still sitting in the Destroyitarium. Outback Jack and D.H. Magnusson are nowhere to be found, and the camera focuses on his bandaged and scarred face. It's obvious that it's Serious Promo Time.)
SH: I've had questions and calls all day. Meltzer and friends. Former Drink and Destroy members. Retired OOWF superstars. Family. Friends. All of them have been asking basically the same thing...
What's next for you, Spin? What's next for Drink and Destroy?
I can't speak for Mags and Jack. They've got their own questions to ask themselves. We've all been taken aback by this and need time to process. If either of them don't want to be part of the new Drink and Destroy, I will accept that and wish them luck in whatever their future plans are. But if they do want to keep D&D going strong—and I'm hoping that they do— then I'll be happy.
Other people are asking what business I have leading Drink and Destroy. "Come on, Spin. What have you done in this company? Fluked your way into an Intercontinental championship because D.H. Magnusson got hurt? Won the DDT IronMan Heavy Metal Championship from a Corona with Lime and a red-headed hooker? Big deal. He's won the Onslaught championship a few times. Magnusson carried his fat ass to three Tag Team titles. Outback Jack is a more decorated competitor. He's been around longer than you have. Why isn't he leading things?"
You know what? I agree. Even though I held the record for the longest Onslaught championship reign for a long time before Davin Moreland broke my record. Even though I had to take out Chris Cole for my first DDT IronMan Heavy Metal Championship. Even though Mags and I were SCREWED out of our last championship reign, I haven't done shit. I've served as a loyal Number Two to Stank ever since Caps left. I've tried reinventing myself countless times, I've taken the advice of scholars, madmen, and sages, and there I am... a big, angry man who never gets attention from the OOWF Award Voters or the Championship Committee or the booker or any damn person... but Stank trusted me for a reason. If he would've asked that I step aside for OBJ, I would've.
But he didn't.
And you know what? The fans don't care about the politics of the whole situation. All the fans ask is that we treat them with respect. In return, we're given respect, adulation, and cheers in return. All that they want from me personally is to see that I've done my damndest to make sure that after all is said and done that I'm the guy getting his hand raised at the end of a match. Same with all of us.
If the fans say that they want to keep on seeing Drink and Destroy kick ass and take names that's all that matters... and I will provide. Like I said before, alliances might be made. People might come and people might go. That's the way that it's always been for Drink and Destroy. That's the way it always will be.
And most importantly of all? Even though I never liked it, I've realized that the Destroyitarium should and WILL always be open to anyone in the OOWF as long as you're not gonna trash the place. Whoever wants a drink, you'll find one here. Whoever wants a listening ear, we've got one. If you ever need to get away for a while, you're welcome here. Hell, I'll buy you a drink.
(He takes a drink.)
As long as I breathe, Drink and Destroy will never die.
And to anyone who doesn't like that...
There's not a damn thing that you can do about it.
(Fade.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:39:26 GMT -5
Poe and Selena re-enter the now seemingly cramped locker room complex of The Five. Selena has what appears to be war paint spread across her forehead and cheekbones. Moosehead Jack turns to see them enter and grins slightly at Selena's appearance.
MHJ: Is that Eco's blood?
SG: Yeah, it's Ecosucks! Stank messed him up good!
Moose and Poe exchange looks.
MHJ: Good.
SG: Your plan worked brilliantly Uncle Moose! I even tried to warn 'em with the promos I did.
MHJ: They WERE rather cryptic Mouse.
SG: They made sense to me...
At the bar, LD Williams snickers while taking a drink.
LDW: Of course they did.
Poe: Goddess, how much of Moose's plan did you know exactly?
SG: Um...nothing really. Just that all Hell would break out at Hell on Earth.
Selena laughs.
SG: I said "Hell" again. That's twice in three days!
Selena laughs again.
Poe: So you didn't know Firewoman was Moose's sister?
Selena shakes her head while still laughing. Poe moves to stand in front of Moose.
Poe: Any more secrets I should know about?
MHJ: You mean like the one about you leaving her in a pool of her own blood with a knife wound?
Poe: Yes...those kind of secrets.
Moose looks away as if he's thinking.
MHJ: None off the top of my head.
Poe: You sure?
Moose grins.
MHJ: Trust me.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:39:59 GMT -5
*Davin's back with Samantha after a long night at the hospital it looks like. He's also carrying a pretty big briefcase. He sees Alexis carrying Eco down the hallway*
DM: Nice one.
LD: Davin, shut up.
DM: Oh nonononono, Ms. Brotherfucker doesn't get to tell Davin Moreland to shut up.
SDM: Davin, don't...
DM: No. Davin Moreland is going to speak Davin Moreland's mind. Aleixis Brotherfucker Darling, everything you touch turns to absolute shit. Don't take a hall of famer like Ecosystem down with you.
LD: You have NO idea what I'm -
Eco: *kinda groaning* Listen. Davin. Thanks. I got this.
DM: *scans him up and down quickly and obviously* *batistalaughs* Clearly.
Eco: Well, then again, if you're looking to...
DM: Help? No. Davin Moreland is through helping people for the time being. The people never help Davin Moreland. Does Ecosystem the Hall of Famer see what Davin Moreland is saying? Can Ecosystem the Hall of Famer feel where Davin Moreland is coming from?
LD: Don't you mean, can he smell what you're cookin'?
DM: Shut the fuck up, Brotherfucker. Seriously Alexis the Brotherfucker, why don't you find somewhere to fucking go? Like, away from Davin Moreland. Davin Moreland is so damn tired of bailing your sorry ass out. How much longer is Davin Moreland beholden to Alexis the Brotherfucker?
SDM: Well, ever. She's your sister-in-law.
DM: FUCK!
SDM: Seriously though, sis. Why don't you and Eco get out of here for a bit, huh?
Eco: I could probably use a doctor.
LD: Ugh...FINE. Let's go.
*Those two leave, and the Morelands head toward the GM's office*
SDM: You need to be nicer to her.
DM: Davin Moreland's Supportive and Dutiful Wife has an insane family. Davin Moreland doesn't need to be nice to anyone except Davin Moreland, Davin Moreland's Supportive and Dutiful Wife and Davin Moreland's Mommy.
SDM: *rolls her eyes dramatically* Boy, I forgot how much I missed this shit...ERIC!
*Samantha barges in the door looking through the GM's office for Eric, Davin is not far behind.*
DM: Eric! Our fine and honorable General Manager! Where are you?
*GM the Eric O'Mac stumbles from a previously unseen room looking like he's been sleeping for 6 months.*
GMtEOM: Oh, hey Davin. Hey Samantha. What's up.
DM: Davin Moreland requires Our fine and honorable General Manager for an in-ring announcement. Ready?
GMtEOM: Uhh...no? Give me a minute.
DM: Davin Moreland will see you out there.
*The Morelands leave and head directly to the ring area and the thousands of fans who apparently stay there all week. But, not until he introduces a new song for his jumbotron video*
*The crowd leaps to their feet as the Morelands come out on stage, still dressed up nicely; and head up to the ring, with Davin carrying that briefcase. No t-shirt guns. No glow necklaces. Just these two. And now, Davin has a mic.*
DM: Please have a seat, Davin Moreland's devoted fans. Davin Moreland certainly has a lot to talk about in general, not the least of which is Fatboy the Irrelevant. But no, this is a more serious occasion folks, and for help with this, Davin Moreland would like to call out an old friend for help. You may remember him as the General Manager of this company. Eric O'Mac, Our fine and honorable General Manager, please come out here.
*Eric's music hits and he's still trying to smooth his hair into place as he's climbing into the ring.*
GMtEOM: Ok D. I'm out here. What is it?
DM: Thank you for joining up, our fine and honorable General Manager. Davin Moreland has some business to discuss with you. Important business, actually; but Davin Moreland has a few words to say first.
DM: The greatest tag team in the history of recorded time Phantos and Lucios are Davin Moreland's best friends in this business. As Run DLP, even as Run DEA we were always of one mind; and it helped our careers tremendously, but made us better people as well.
DM: At Hell on Earth, Moosehead Vick and the rest of the Ochocinco lackeys decided to cripple Davin Moreland's brother, Phantos. Davin Moreland was with the Greatest Tag Team in the History of Recorded Time last night, and it turns out that Phantos' injuries are...*chokes up a little* career-ending. He's lucky to be alive.
DM: Lucios won't go on without his brother, and, well, it appears that The Greatest Tag Team in the History of Recorded Time...has retired.
*Collective gasps and shouts of "no" reverberate throughout the audience*
DM: It's sadly, official, and this is why Davin Moreland asked Our Fine and Honorable General Manager out here.
*He opens the briefcase and pulls out the three Campeonas de Trios championships*
DM: Because of the retirement of two-thirds of the Campeonas de Trios champions have retired, that leaves Davin Moreland as the sole remaining champion. Under OOWF rules, Davin Moreland is allowed to find replacements to defend these titles if Davin Moreland chooses to do so.
DM: Davin Moreland won these championships with Davin Moreland's brothers. To Davin Moreland, it would be wrong to defend them with just anyone. Davin Moreland doesn't trust anyone nearly enough to team with Davin Moreland; nor is anyone, truthfully, good enough to stand with Davin Moreland.
*Nervous cheering*
DM: That's why, Davin Moreland has decided to forfeit the OOWF Campeonas de Trios Championships. Perhaps, in the future, Davin Moreland can win this for the 5th time someday. But for now, Davin Moreland has done Davin Moreland's best to restore honor to these Championships; and hopefully the next Champions will do the same. Here ya go, E.
*He hands the belts to Eric*
GMtEOM: You...you're sure?
DM: Ohhh, Davin Moreland is sure. Besides, Davin Moreland has another belt in Davin Moreland's sights. Shouldn't be long at all. In fact, Fatboy the Irrelevant, you can beat up whoever the fuck you like, and take out Fatboy the Irrelevant's whiny aggression. Whatever works for Fatboy the Irrelevant. Davin Moreland TOLD you you were first. Fatboy the Irrelevant? Not only are you first, but you're holding Davin Moreland's OOWF Intercontinental Championship that Davin Moreland has deserved for such a long time now.
DM: Then you can cry to Moosehead Vick, Moosehead Vick's #1 Lackey, Poe the Child-Rapist, and the Other One; and you can all have an "Ochocinco" pity party about it. And when all those championships fall away one by one, you've got nothing but yourself to blame, Fatboy the Irrelevant. And if Davin Moreland has to be the one to take them all...
*Davin whips his sunglasses off*
DM: Then Davin's gotta be the one. Davin's comin', Fatboy.
*Crowd cheers huge and gets to their feet as Davin and Samantha walk up the ramp arm-in-arm, and Eric is trying to fit the belts back in the briefcase*
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:40:26 GMT -5
(Tytan has met Eco back at their locker room, they both are smiling.)
Eco: Going well?
Tytan: There's interest. We are not alone anymore. What happened to you?
Eco: Stank.
Tytan: Enough said. From now on, we don't travel alone we watch each others back more then before. You see (He looks to the camera.) you call your self the five. That means you are Five individuals, you are not a team. What we are starting to form is a team. A Team that has a common interest. A Hatred for you and what you stand for. So talk your game....we have been fighting you for awhile now and look (grabs Eco.) You haven't killed us.. And whatever does not kill me will only make me stronger. You go and get your five....WE ARE STILL HERE! You want to try to run the OOWF well you five, we are not going to let it happen. You want a war we will bring you a war. And you....You know which one of you I am talking about...you talk a strong game....but soon the time for talking will be over and I want a piece of you. We ran together for a little while. Hell, we did some damage together....but now I am looking to get you in the ring. Don't worry Poe I ain't talking to you!
ECO: Are you calling him out?
Tytan: Yes, and if he is as smart as I think he is...he knows I am calling him out too.
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:40:44 GMT -5
**Stank passes L.D. Williams in the hall of random encounters.**
LDW: “Much better.”
**Stank turns and gets in Williams' face.**
S: “You think I give a flying fuck what you think?”
**Williams seems to consider the question.**
LDW: “No, I don't imagine you do. But that's the point, You don't need to care what anyone thinks.”
**Stank continues to glare, then gives a stiff nod and walks away. Williams watches him go, then chuckles and continues on his way.**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:41:04 GMT -5
*Outback Jack walks up to Spin*
OBJ: I want you to know, mate, you're the man now. You're in charge of Drink and Destroy, as far as I'm concerned. Mags had my back when I needed him, and he could do a good job too, but I talked to him and we agreed you're the guy to run the show now.
SH: Thanks.
OBJ: Still, three against five aren't the best odds.
SH: Any ideas?
OBJ: I know Eco from the beginning of this company. He's stepped up his game. I feuded with Tytan when he joined the OOWF, and he's got so much potential.
SH: What about Davin?
OBJ: Not sure, but if Phantos and Lucios can come back I'd work with them.
SH: I thought you hated those guys.
OBJ: Things change. I thought I trusted Stank. I thought he'd really changed. I should have remembered what Ozzzie told me.
SH: Ozzie?
OBJ: Some other time, mate.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Oct 3, 2009 16:41:23 GMT -5
(CTG is STORMING~!!to Moosehead Jack's locker room. He pounds on the door with heroic authority!)
CTG: (poundpoundpoound) CITIZEN MOOSE! OPEN THE DOOR IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE AND SANITY!!
MHJ: (opens the door) you're half right
CTG: You??? and Fire??? Related?!?! Wassupwiddat??
MHJ: (smirks) surprised? Shouldn't that make sense if you really think about it....
CTG: It explains both your sadism....how did the house still stand while you two were growing up?
MHJ: (smirks) I'd show you, but we still have a truce.......
CTG: (holding his head)
MHJ: you have a much bigger problem on your hands.
CTG: You mean.....
MHJ: I mean The Five
CTG: (lowers head) Citizen Stank.......
MHJ: That's where your head should be. Trust me
(Moose walks back into his locker room and leaves the hero to think) Link t
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