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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:38:58 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Basseterre, St. Kitts
OOWF Intercontinental Title Fatal Four Way[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Dead vs. Chris Evans vs. Outback Jack
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. Salvation
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Stan Fulton
Alexander Darling & Ravenna Blue vs. Firewoman & Ecosystem
Nothing Happened vs. Poe & Stank
LD Williams vs. Spin Hansen
Concrete TG vs. Tyler Vangard vs. Dr. Inferieri
DDT vs. Erasmus Gumbs
card subject to Michael Knight
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:40:10 GMT -5
(Salvation is in the locker room celebrating the the win and their title shot next week.)
Eco: You see I told you guys you would do it...
Tytan: When the time was right, I knew we would become a team.
Wrath: And now we take on the Champs. The measuring stick of the Tag-Team division.
(Wrath turns to Tytan and drops to a knee.)
Wrath: My liege you have gotten me this far. Now I willing to do what I have to do so we can become the Tag-team champions.
(Eco looks on and smiles. Tyler rolls his eyes at the whole thing. Tytan looks at him and catches this.)
Tytan: What...you rather have it been you tagging with me.
Tyler: Then I would have to carry you.
(Tytan swipes at Tyler as Eco steps in and separates them.)
Tytan: I told you any time you want to step in the ring I am ready to teach you respect and discipline.
Eco: Enough you two. This is only the beginning.
Tytan: Salvation is finally getting some respect.
Eco: The movement is building. We now need to take the momentum and continue on.
Tytan: Understood, and you continue on with your "side" project, and I guess you will get to see how well that is really going.
Eco: You are right I will, and you will continue to make Wrath into the good soldier that he is.
Tytan: I already plan it.
Tyler: And what about me?
Tytan: You hold that curtain real nice.
Tyler: Asshole.
(Swings)
Tytan: Punk.
(Eco jumps in)
Eco: I SAID ENOUGH! (He pushes the two of them.) Tonight we celebrate!
Wrath: Taco Bell!
(Everyone looks at Wrath in surprise and then they all cheer.)
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:40:28 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is in his state room, PACING~! and YELLING~!*
DM: I'm TIRED of this from you. Just DO what I TELL you to do, and we won't keep having this happen...No...that wasn't ME, that was YOU! We need to be on the same page is all I'm saying. If we want to get this done, it's up to us to do it. We can't count on anyone else.
*Alexis wanders into the room*
LD: Listen, I said I was -
DM: Oh, Alexis. Uh...didn't see you there.
LD: Umm, you've been ranting and raving for 10 minutes with me in the next room.
DM: Yeah, we were having a strategy session. It has nothing to do with you. This is an internal matter...between us.
LD: "Us".
DM: Yes. Us. We have to get it together as a team before we can even think about the two of us winning a championship with you.
LD: Wait...what?
DM: It's...hard to explain. I mean, WE can understand it, but I don't think you can. Yet. All I know is, we need to get better. Do better. All of us need to work better. Together.
LD: The...three of us?
DM: *smiles* I think you're catching on. We're not all that difficult to understand.
LD: SAMMYYYYYYYYY!!!
*She goes tearing out of the room*
DM: Don't worry. She'll come around. Right now? We're all she's got. You know. Outside of Sanctum. Or Sanctuary. Or her brother. Or my wife. MY wife. Not OUR wife. Don't be a jerk. Well, she's certainly not being shared with YOU. Don't start this. We need to be together as a team.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:40:47 GMT -5
<The Five are sitting around their Chamber, and they all seem a little on edge and annoyed. The silence only makes the tension worse. Finally Moose speaks up>
MHJ: Ok, enough of this. Sanctum and Salvation want to go to war? Let ‘em. I hope they kill one another. But there are a few others out there that need to get theirs. You guys ready?
<without a word the remaining members of The Five get to their feet and follow Moose out the door, down the hall grabbing weapons as they walk through the door. They follow Moose down the hall, and we see them turn into the Destroyitarium where Outback Jack and Spin Hansen are sitting at the bar enjoying a drink. Spin and Jack hop off their stools, but they are quickly overwhelmed by the odds. Poe, Stank and Fire grab Spin and hammer him with punches and kicks, beating him down to the floor. Fire grabs a glass bottle from the bar and shatters it on the floor, then FIRESTOMPS Spin’s face in the glass. Moose and LD work over Jack, Moose takes his barbed wire bat and rakes it across Jack’s forehead until he is an unrecognizable bloody mess. Across the room, Fire pulls Spin to his feet and holds him, Poe charges across the room and KILLS Spin with a hieroglyph to the side of the head, Spin staggers back and Stank picks him up and hits a STANK-U through a table! Moose throws Jack onto the bar and LD climbs up and pulls Jack up and hits a CANADIAN DESTROYER! It sends Jack and LD crashing THROUGH the bar, destroying it. Stank pulls Spin to his feet and sends him crashing into the mirror on the back of the bar, shattering it and sending bottles of alcohol crashing to the floor. The Five then break the tables and chairs across Jack and Spin’s prone body. Satisfied with the carnage, the pack moves on to hunt elsewhere.
They walk down the hall and see Chad and Zane cutting an old school promo, they charge in and much like Jack and Spin, quickly overwhelm them. The Five give the tag champs a ruthless beating leaving them both bloody and unconscious. They move on and stop in front of the World Champion’s door. Poe is about to kick it down when Fire steps in front of him…..>
FW: No
Poe: Get out of the way
FW: No. I am doing this one on my own. I don’t want him to have ANY excuses when I beat him for the title.
<Fire stands there defiantly and the tension builds again>
LD: Hey, I think we made our point. Let’s go celebrate
<The mood lightens and they head back to the Chamber but Poe and Fire exchange a quick, not so friendly look, before they leave>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:41:04 GMT -5
(Tytan and Wrath are walking down the hallways looking over what has just happened.)
(Tytan is leading and Wrath is a step behind.)
Tytan: You see Wrath this is what happens when Chaos rules the OOWF.
(They look into the Destroyitarium and see Spin and OBJ slowly getting up)
They don't understand that unnecessary bloodshed will only lead to more bloodshed. This is how it has been for far to long around here.
(Wrath looks on trying to decide if he should help them or not. But then continues to follow Tytan.)
It needs to change, a violence like this is wrong it is not the way true warriors work in battle.
(They continue to walk on and see Chad and Zane, the blood still spilling front the cuts that just happened to them.)
Wrath: How do they work then?
Tytan: (Looking at Wrath) Our battlefield is in the ring. There is no need for these random attacks like rabid animals. It proves nothing, because the place that it matters the most is in the ring.
(Wrath nods as he understands.)
Tytan: Good. You understand where I am going with this.
Wrath: I do, our war takes place in the ring and that is it.
Tytan: Good.
Wrath: Now what about Chad and Zane? We have a chance to make sure that we get the belts from them.
Tytan: No. What we do is simple, we help them. We face them at Mayhem and I want to beat them the right way without any assistance from the Five.
Wrath: But....but....(Realizing that he is right.) Is this your orders.
Tytan: Yes, it is.
Wrath: Then I will follow.
Tytan: Let's help these guys and show them Salvation.
(The two head over and begin to help Chad and Zane.)
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:41:22 GMT -5
Back at The Chamber suite of cabins on the boat, Fire emerges from her locker room with a sheet of paper. She walks up to Poe, who's still annoyed with her.
FW: Thank you for--
Poe: What do you want.
FW: Well, I was going to make good on our agreement, but forget it now.
Poe: What agreement?
FW: I said that if you gave me the name...I'd give you the location.
Poe: The Boy says you don't know anything.
FW: The Boy says a lot of things. Truth is, he can't remember if he told me or not, and he's hoping to bluff you into thinking you can't trust me.
Poe: He needn't have wasted his time. I already know I can't trust you.
FW: Maybe...and yeah...I don't know exactly where she is.
Poe: And so he was right.
FW: But I happen to know exactly where she could be.
Poe: Oh?
FW: When I ... um.... left Japan, Alexander gave me the locations of a few homes the Darlings owned that I could hide out in, if I wanted. *she hands him the paper* So, I'd be willing to bet she'd be at one of these locations. Heck, even if she changed locations, these would be good places to start. You know...if you're interested.
Firewoman holds the paper out. Poe looks at it for a bit, then takes it. Firewoman smirks and heads to the bar to sit next to Moose.
MHJ: What are you up to?
FW: Making good on my promise. Eco says--
MHJ: Never mind.
Moose gets up and walks away as Lucky comes over and takes Moose's seat.
L: That the whole list?
Firewoman smiles and drinks her whiskey.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:41:40 GMT -5
After her drink, Firewoman retreats back to her locker room (who knows what she actually does in there).
Poe: Moose, do you have a moment?
Moose gets off his bar stool and sits on the couch near Poe. Selena comes into the room and hops on Poe's lap.
Sa-T: Hiya! Hi Uncle Moose!
MHJ: Mouse...
Poe: So...lately I've seen A'isha with these papers...
MHJ: Before you go any further...
Poe: She has swore you to confidence. I understand.
MHJ: Good. I've known her for a long time. When I tell her to trust me, she truly can.
Sa-T: I can keep a secret! I never told anyone that secret you told me Uncle Moose about that one time when you were little when you...
Moose turns his head at a angle slightly and looks at Selena.
Sa-T: Ah, ha, ha, you thought I was gonna tell. Un Uh.
Poe: Moose, I thank you for being so loyal to my daughter. I raised her to be strong and self-motivated and self-confident...but she also has a stubborn streak.
MHJ: No kidding.
Poe: I trust that, as my friend and ally, that you will stear her correctly...
MHJ: And as my friend and ally, trust me when I tell you she's going to go through with this idea, no matter what anyone says or does. It is in your best interests to stand beside her when she does.
Poe: Is it who I think it is?
MHJ: Probably. You gonna look into that list?
Poe: Probably.
Moose takes another sip from his drink. Poe grabs his drink and slams it down.
Poe: Blessed be.
Sa-T: Blessed be who?
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:42:17 GMT -5
The scene comes up in GM TheRicks office, where Rick has a man dressed as a 1920's ganster sitting in the chair across from him.
GMtR- (lookin over some paperwork) I see a lot of potential here, but the OOWF is the best of the best, we don't just let anyone compete Mr. Dinero.
DVD- Please, call me DVD. Look I understand that we don't have alot of "name recognition" and we aren't asking for any favors. My boy DDT he is hungry he wants to learn, and this is the best place to do that.
GMtR- That's nice, but what's in it for us?
DVD- Well besides getting a beast of a man who's young and full of potential, how about this. (DVD holds up a case of whiskey)
GMtR- That's pretty good, but I can only offer you the value of an enhancement talent contract, your boy proves himself, and we will see what we can do.
DVD- That is all we need.
DVD leaves the GM's office and procedes down the hall to a nearbye dressing room and enters. Inside at a modest table sits a muscular man quietly reading what appears to be files on current OOWF superstars while photos of various wrestlers are scattered around.
DVD- Okay bro, we are in, but we have to start from the bottom.
DDT (the large man at the table) looks up from his files and smiles and nods, before motioning for DVD to take a seat. DVD sits down and starts leafing through the photos.
DVD- Man their are some nice looking Dames as valets in this company.
DDT leans over and plucks the pictures of Alexis, Ravenna and Firewoman out of DVD's hand and shakes his head no.
DVD- What do you mean no?
DDT motions two people grappling and then points to the pictures. DVD's eye's widen.
DVD- Remind me never to hit on those chicks.
DDT raises his eyebrow to ask why.
DVD- Any chick tough enough to fight this guy (Holds up a picture of Stank) is too much woman for me bro.
Both chuckle to themselves. Suddenly DDT stops and grabs a remote turning up the volume on a nearbye TV showing a replay of the Five's brutal attacks. DDT can be seen to visibly anger and almost turn red as DVD shakes his head in disgust.
DVD- Man what a cowardly thing to do.
DDT knudges DVD and motions towards the door. DVD nods his head in agreement.
The Camera fades only to come back up moments later inside the Destroyatorium. Outback Jack and Spin Hansen are both sipping drinks at the bar as Wally is directing the cleanup crews. Suddenly DVD and DDT enter and the members of Drink and Destroy hop to their feet.
SH- Not now guy's we are closed.
DVD- Look I know you don't know us but we are new to the OOWF and we saw what happened. We aren't with the Five and we don't want any trouble.
OJ- (belches) That's austrailian for then why are you here.
DVD- Me and my Buddy Danny here saw what happened and think it was crap. you guys are legends in this buisness and deserve more respect than a five on two attack. If we had been here earlier DDT may have joined in,
SH- So this is you guys sucking up to the vets.
DDT seems to start to get angry at this comment, but DVD motions for him to calm down.
DVD- Look we aren't here to suck up, but this gang warfare crap of the five's is bull. Three on five isn't much better than two on five, but every little bit helps. If the five attempts this again and we are around we will help. Not because we want to suck up, but because it's the right thing to do.
DDT nods his head in agreement as the members of DND look skeptical.
DVD- Look DDT can't wait to get in the ring with you guys, he figures he can learn alot by facing the two of you, but that's in the ring outside of the ring he wants you to know we respect you.
DDT holds up a case of Fosters for OBJ to take.
DVD- We know respect can't be given, it must be earned, and we hope that someday you'll respect him as much as we respect you, but until then consider this a peace offering.
DDT holds out his hand for a shake. OBJ takes a fosters and pounds it as Spin reaches out and shakes DDT's hand.
OBJ- (belches) That's australian for sounds good to me mate.
DDT and DVD nod and leave.
OBJ- Not bad mates if you ask me.
SH- We'll see, we'll see.
(fade)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:42:38 GMT -5
{Between MHJ's and CIA's posts...}
(Ecosystem walks into Drink and Destroy's backstage with Vanguard.)
Vanguard: You want to go talk with these guys? Really?
Eco: My outreach to the new guys has been...limited. Worth talking to these folks again.
Vanguard: Do you even remember our history with Drink and Destroy? At all?
Eco: Eh. This is like an old joke. So two street preachers walk into a bar--
Vanguard: The fuck happened here?
Eco: Five. For Fuck's sake.
(Eco walks over and picks glass out of Spin's face, stirring him.)
Eco: Who the fuck uses glass anymore?
Spin: (grunting) Fire...
Eco: Seriously?
Tyler: Looks like your girl isn't so reformed.
Eco: You shut the fuck up.
(Outback Jack stumbles up and burps.)
OBJ: Australian for I could use a hand there, mate...
(Jack falls back over, continuing to bleed. Eco suddenly flares up.)
Eco: Tyler, pick Hansen up.
Vanguard: Excuse me?
Eco: Pick Hansen up. Over the shoulder, you can handle it. I'll get Jack. Paramedics are three aisles down on the ship. There are flesh wounds, but I can tell that they're going to want to deal with facial wounds first. Make sure when you're carrying him to be gentle with the back, because spinal shit is the absolute fucking worst. Understood?
Vanguard: I don't see why--
Eco: Understood?
Vanguard: I'm not your lackey.
Eco: You're my partner. Understood?
Vanguard: ...Yes.
Eco: Good. (Lifts OBJ on his shoulders.) Come on.
(Tyler and Eco bring OBJ and Spin out from the room as Wally comes out to clean, acting as prelude to the previous scene as we...)
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:42:58 GMT -5
Firewoman comes charging out of her locker room (where she was watching OOWF-TV if you must know, BC) and walks past the rest of the Five as if they aren't even there.
LDW: Guess she saw.
MHJ: Guess so.
Stank: Should we go, too?
MHJ: Nah, let's just watch.
Fire is WALKING~! down the Hallway of Random Encounters, sending production assistants scattering. She stops at a door and bangs on it.
RB: What the hell? I'm not fighting you right now.
FW: This isn't about that. Did you see OOWF-TV?
RB: No......
FW: Go watch. I'll wait.
Ravenna leaves the doorway, and comes back a few minutes later.
RB: I'm so there.
FW: One more stop.
The two continue on their way until they get to another door. Firewoman and Ravenna look at each other, then both pound on it. The door flies open and it's Alexis Darling.
LD: What the fuck do you want? Get out of here.
FW: Not now, Lexie.
RB: Go rewind OOWF TV. We'll wait.
Alexis rolls her eyes and closes the door.
FW: Three....two.....one.....
The door opens and Alexis is there looking just as pissed as Fire and Rav.
LD: Are you fucking kidding me?
FW: I know, right?
RB: Usually, I would frown on this...but I'll make an exception.
The three women continue down the hall until they come upon DDT and DVD.
DVD: Ladies!!!! So pleased to meet you....uh.......*to DDT* why aren't they smiling?
Ravenna, Alexis, and Firewoman, all business, surround DVD. Firewoman signals to DDT to stand back.
RB: Chicks.
LD: Dames.
FW: Valets.
At the same time, all three women land simultaneous superkicks, dropping DVD like a ton of bricks. They high five each other, and Ravenna and Alexis move to intercept DDT, while Firewoman looks down at DVD.
FW: I think you'll find that this is not the WWE, with it's useless out of work pole dancers, and not even TNA....we are real women, who hit real hard, take no prisoners, and inflict as much damage as possible. Got it?
Ravenna, Alexis and Firewoman smile at each other and then start back down the hall to their respective rooms.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:43:18 GMT -5
DVD slowly comes awake groggy and unfocused. DDT stands above him chuckling lightly to himself.
DVD- Danny what the deuce just happened?
DDT smiles and holds up three fingers and than makes an hourglass shape in the air. He follows that up with the motion of getting kicked in the jaw.
DVD- So you are telling me three babes just jacked my jaw?
DDT nods his head in agreement.
DVD- Hell's yeah, I still got it baybeee.
DDT just rolls his eyes in exasperation, and walks off.
DVD- What that technically counts as a fourway right?
(fade)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:43:49 GMT -5
[The logo for Tyler Vangarde Television - TV TV - comes up on the screen, it turns to fuzz as images of warfare set to Turn It Out come up, then switches to the now familiar sight of Tyler on a black background...]
Vangarde: Well, it's time for another history lesson here in the ways of the OOWF, courtesy of your favourite maniacal missionary, 'The Revolution' Tyler Vangarde.
I say history lesson because it seems everyone's forgotten about a particular tag team. Hell, I know that Concrete and Ravenna must have forgotten about them since they've lost to them twice in the past three weeks. Roll the tape.
Vangarde: I think a little credit's due where it has been earned. Ecosystem and I are former OOWF Tag Team Champions, yet noone apparentely wants to give us the time of day. The shots are all being given to my...[sigh]...comrades, Tytan and Damon Wrath.
Now, as we all SHOULD have learned by now, I don't care about winning. I'm not back here for win/loss records. I'm here to punish people, to beat them into submission and make them humble to the true message of salvation in this company. But...I know that Concrete cares for this stuff. He THRIVES off it. He's all about competition.
So knowing I've cost him two wins? Priceless. It would have even been three except for what happened after our match. Again, let's roll the tape.
Vangarde: [laughing maniacally] It's funny, simple things like this can really show a man how in control of proceedings he truly is. I mean...ha...I got disqualified in a NO DISQUALIFICATION match! What was this meant to prove? Was this meant to teach me a lesson?
Believe me, every extra second I got to choke the life, soul and motivation out of Concrete TG's body was worth the winner's bonus in itself. I'm willing to let CTG have his precious ego-boost in the rankings because I know the cost to his mentality, knowing that he got beaten by a low-down vagrant like myself, is TEARING HIM UP inside.
Which brings us to this week's match. Again, I'm allowed to pick the stips and opponent, so I naturally chose the opportunity to throw down and punish CTG a little more. Rick wanted to give some rookie a shot though, so I had no qualms. An extra body to send to hell and back in the name of Salvation is merely a bonus.
This week you'll finally see the true message of salvation revealed in my destruction of everything that CTG and the OOWF stand for.
Because I'm Tyler Vangarde, and the Revolution has only just begun.
[Fade.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:44:09 GMT -5
[The Dead exits his locker room with his black hoodie on and the hood up. He's clearly got a destination in mind. He walks past DDT's locker room just in time to hear...]
DVD: ...that technically counts as a fourway right?
[The Dead chuckles a bit and keeps going. Of course, he might as well speak to the ninja cameraman that he knows is around somewhere.]
Dead: Last week was fun. Finally getting back into an OOWF ring and competing got my adrenaline pumping. The best part? Hearing all week from Chris Evans that he was "this close" to beating me before, and was offended that I called him what he rightfully is: a curtain jerker. And then, the moment that bell sounds, boom! He got LAID THE FUCK OUT!
[Dead smiles that crooked smile of his.]
Dead: Of course, putting the boots to the two-bit thug Moose felt pretty damn good as well. Too bad the match had to end the way it did.
[The Dead keeps moving at the same pace, but his look gets sterner.]
Dead: In the old days, I would have flown of the handle after an ending like that. I had control of the match. Everyone could see that. But I'm not upset. You know why? Because now I get to kick the living hell out of that do-gooder Evans and the faux-tough Moose again.
[Dead's mood lightens. He pulls back his hood as he has clearly arrived at his destination. The camera pans around to show the entrance to the Destroyitarium. The Dead opens the door.]
Dead: Now, about that beer...
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:44:27 GMT -5
Cold open on a shot of a wide open bay with sailboats and seagulls; pans over and zooms in on one very large individual wearing a Panama hat, sunglasses, short-sleeved button down shirt and shorts. The sound of his flip-flops can be heard over his voice as he walks along the beach...
"Ah, the Caribbean. It is beautiful is it not? The taste of salt on the air, the clear blue skies, the warm sunshine. Basseterre is truly a wonderful place to be."
the sunglasses are removed and he looks directly into the camera
"But I don't suppose you're able to enjoy it much, are you Matt Folz? I would guess that you're in nearby Brumaire at the local hospital trying to get your rib cage to stay in place. Hmmm. I remember when I broke my ribs on a snowmobile. Hurt like hell. Every breath you take is another stab of pure agony. Hurts to stand, hurts to lay down. Takes weeks to fully heal.
"But you don't have weeks do you, Matthias? You have an Onslaught title match on Wednesday here in Basseterre against me, The Crusher Stan Fulton.
"Let's reminisce at bit shall we? Back to last Wednesday in Montserrat where you dismissed me in our match with LD Williams. It was a brutal, vicious match where all three of us gave everything we had. I have to admit, that STF LD put me in at the end was extremely painful and I may be lucky that the time limit expired. LD, hell of a match. Thanks for bringing it. You and Folz with the double dropkick and the Total Elimination... very nicely done.
"Though I should point out that you helping Folz backfired on you didn't it? Stabbed you right in the back. I never claimed to be your partner and never claimed that I would help you without you asking for it.
"But Matt Folz, I told you what I was going to do and I backed it up in the ring. You're right. I do hit like a tank. You can look forward to endless weeks and weeks of that exact punishment. I'm going to channel my inner-Sting... and who knows, (he looks down at his prodigious stomach) I may have ate Sting... and bring my axe handle to the ring this coming Wednesday at Mayhem though the crowd will not be asking, "Why, Crusher, why?" They know why and so do you. Continue dismissing me and what I bring to the ring, Folzer, and you might not be able to be helped to the back this time.
"I'm not going to pretend that I'm a better technical wrestler than you. You certainly have a more (fingers making quotation marks) complete move set. But you do not hit harder than me. You do not inflict more pain than I do. And I... will... NOT... be ignored."
putting the sunglasses back on
"I will see you Wednesday, Folz. I'm going to get some local food. I'd send some over to your hospital room, but I'd imagine it would all taste like blood.
"Enjoy the pain."
Pan upward to blue sky and fade.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:44:55 GMT -5
*An intrepid ninja cameraman has caught up to The Dead and Outback Jack drinking beer*
TD: I think one of those cuts are still bleeding.
OBJ: I aint got time to bleed!
TD: ....?
OBJ: Sorry, mate, I always wanted to say that.
TD: You're buying the beer so I've got no problem with that.
OBJ: Anyways, I've been busted open so many times I don't really feel it anymore. Hell, Gator and I used to keep score of whose nose was broken more, but we both lost count.
TD: So, anyways, we're in a match at Mayhem with Moose and Evans. Do we have some common interests?
OBJ: I'm shocked, shocked, to hear you imply we might discuss our match at Mayhem. *rolls his eyes sideways at the ninja cameraman*
TD: The question was strictly hypothetical.
OBJ: Oh, right then, no worries, mate.
*Wally B King struts in front of the camera, arms around a couple of his "relaxation therapists", and the ninja cameraman follows them, leaving OBJ and The Dead to their conversation*
Edited to add: Welcome CIA! And snelson, if you are doing a Jerry Blackwell homage, good job!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:45:25 GMT -5
*OOWF Destroyatorium* The door swings open and Alexander Darling slowly walks into the bar. The Dead and Outback Jack keep an eye on him while Spin glares a bit. Alexander: I'm just looking for my sister guys, not looking for anything else.Spin grumbles and points to the swim up bar on the ship. Alexander walks through the regular bar to the outside bar and he sees this:  Alexander: Hey Ash. Mind if I talk to my sister for a moment?Ashley: Sure thing champ. I'll have a drink waiting when you're done with your little pow-wow.Ashley jumps behind the bar and Spencer and Alex walk to a table near the bar. Spencer: What's up big brother?Alexander: First, how's DH healing?Spencer: He's getting better. Physically at least. But mentally, I'm not sure his head is in this anymore. He's taken a lot of beatings and he isn't sure it's worth it. I'm not positive he'll be able to come back this time.Alexander: That's too bad. I know we had our philosophical difference, but there was no one tougher. I still think it's funny that we were born at the same hospital, but this place will be worse for it if he doesn't come back. But he's gotta do what's right for him. I get that.Spencer: Right...but I know that's not why you're here. So, what brings you by and don't say you just wanted to see me. This is more than that.Alexander: It is. I'm concerned about something and I just need you to set me right.Spencer: What is it Alex?Alexander: Syd...she's safe, right?Spencer: Of course. Why do you even...you don't think Fire really has any idea, do you?Alexander: I did give her a list of places she could crash back in the day and I just, she doesn't need to be brought into this.Spencer: Don't worry. When things went down with Poe and then with Moose, we made sure to move a few times and nothing can be traced back to you. But you know, maybe you could...Alexander: I can't risk that Spencer. You know that. She never wanted this life and even if I did want to, I can't. She deserves what she wants after all she did for me and Lexie.Spencer: I guess so. I'll never understand what the deal is, but if it's what you both want or need, then it is what it is. But to put your mind at ease, there is no way Fire can connect Syd to anything about the Darling name. We made sure of that.Alexander: Thanks Spence. You know how much I appreciate it. Now let's go ogle your girlfriend.Spencer: Perv.Alexander: Damn right and that's because I am Alexander Darling, and well, your girlfriend is fucking hot.Spencer just shakes her head as she locks arms with her brother and they go off to ogle Ashley's goodies. *Fade* |
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:45:46 GMT -5
In the Chamber, they are watching the NHL finals
FW: Goddammit!
MHJ: HA! Pay up.
FW: Fuck off.
MHJ: No, seriously....
FW: The bet was whose team would go further, the other person would wear an item of that team's to the ring. I did that last week.
MHJ: Too bad, you have to --
LDW: That was the bet, Moose....
FW: Thank you, LD.
MHJ: QUIT TAKING HER SIDE!
LDW: I'm not! When this all started you wanted ME to be the one to keep track of things and that's what you two eventually agreed to after like three hours of negotiating.
Stank: You guys argued for three hours about wearing a hat to the ring?
LDW: Have you not met them?
Stank: Good point.
FW: I don't care what you say, the bet is fulfilled, I'm NOT DOING IT.
MHJ: Yes you are! That was the SECOND part of the bet that if the other person's team wins you also have to wear a jersey.
FW: Look I wore your peach colored hat. I'm done.
MHJ: IT'S NOT PEACH!! It's faded orange.
LDW: It's a little peach.
MHJ: QUIT TAKING HER SIDE!
LDW: I'm not!! Look, Lucky has the paperwork here.
Stank: You signed papers?
LDW: No way we do this without it in writing.
MHJ: See? RIGHT THERE. "If either person's team wins the Cup, the other person has to wear a jersey to the ring."
FW: Yeah, they haven't won yet.
MHJ: Close enough.
The two continue to squabble with LD trying to make peace as Stank shakes his head and goes to sit away from the fray. He ducks just in time for a boot (of the smaller female variety) to fly past him and hit the television. He sits down on the couch on the other side of the suite.
Stank: I can't wait 'til hockey season is over.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:46:05 GMT -5
Davin Moreland is in his stateroom doing whatever Davin Moreland does (ponder his greatness?) Suddenly he is startled (as much as davin Moreland can be startled) by a loud swearing Alexis Darling down the hall. He quickly leaves his room to check on her.
DM: You know there are familes on this ship. I have to sign autographs for a bunch of kids every single...
Alexis comes out of her room and shoves a skeleton wearing a red and gold robe and holding a scythe in his face.
LD: Do you see this?!
DM: How can I not? You've basically tried to shove it up my nose.
LD: You know who did this! That brat Selena! She was in my room Davin!
DM: Fine. You wanna bitch about this, let's go to the source.
We follow Davin and Alexis to the Five's area of the ship. They make their way past the (door? curtain?) and into the belly of the beast.
Stank: What the hell do you two want?
LDW: You two are awful brave...
Alexis throws the skeleton onto the floor in front of everyone. Moosehead Jack signals to the back and Poe, followed by Selena, quickly come out.
LD: Keep your little brat out of my dressing room!
Stank: It's like her brain has been replaced with Fire's.
DM: Don't even joke about that.
MHJ: Gotta say, that took guts Mouse.
Sa-T: I didn't go into your dressing room!
Selena finally sees the skeleton on the ground.
Sa-T: Ooh! Pretty!
Selena pulls the robe off the skeleton and puts it on.
Sa-T: It's a bit small, but...
Poe, who's stared at the skeleton and not said a word, interrupts.
Poe: Take. The robe. Off.
Sa-T: Aw! But it's pretty! *pouts*
Poe: Take it off, or I will do it for you.
Selena's eyes grow wide as Poe rarely talks to her this way. She takes it off and hands it to Poe, who snatches it away from her, and then picks up the skeleton.
Poe: Alexis, I apologize for whoever did this. It will not happen again.
Alexis is momentarily taken aback.
LD: Wow, did you just apologize?
Poe says nothing as he walks towards the back, tossing the skeleton and the robe into the trash. We follow. He bursts into A'isha's room, where's she's laying on her bed reading.
Aa-T: Thanks for knocking...
Poe: Dumb. Stupid.
Aa-T: I'll take "adjectives to describe Selena for $100 Alex."
Poe leans over A'isha, resting his fists onto her bed around her.
Poe: A momentary curiousity you said. No big deal you said. I strictly forbade you from from anymore of that foolishness, and you know I rarely forbid you anything, so you should have heeded it.
Aa-T: I assume you're speaking of the gift I left, gosh, what does Selena call her? Oh yeah, the Bitchwhore?
Poe: I don't care about that. I care about WHAT you left...
Aa-T: You do all your religious stuff and I don't question. I do something on my own...
Poe: La Santa Muerte is made up crap!
A'isha pushes Poe away from her and gets off the bed.
Aa-T: To you it's crap! You are not the Master of All That is Holy! I will worship who I want, or what I want. You raised me in Mexico! This is what they, and now I do. Get over it!
Poe yells in frustration, runs his hands where his hair would be if he had any, and then finally sighs.
Poe: I thought you were smarter than this. And this thing with Alexis. I took care of it.
Aa-T: Yes, YOU did. I'm not done with her yet. Not by a long shot. I want to make her life a living Hell. La Santa Muerte won't even have her when I'm done with her.
Poe looks around the room like he doesn't know what to do. He then grabs A'isha by the head and holds her to him.
Poe: Come to me next time. No matter what it is. You should have come to me instead of Ket.
Aa-T: Ket didn't give me a lecture.
Poe releases A'isha.
Poe: I might not always either. Regardless, I will ALWAYS stand by your side and have your back.
Aa-T: Thank you.
Poe: Now about this La Santa Muerte business...
Aa-T: K, thanks, bye!
A'isha pushes Poe out of her room. Once outside Poe sighs and heads back in to the main area, where Davin Moreland and Alexis Darling have since left.
Stank: Everything okay on the homestead?
Poe: I guess...
Poe looks at Selena, who seems genuinely upset. he grabs the robe out of the trash and hands it to her. Selena's bright eyes and smile immediately return as she hops over to take it.
Sa-T: Yay thank you!
Stank: She should really wash that first...
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:46:27 GMT -5
(Tytan and Wrath are standing in front of an OOWF banner and decide they are going old school on the promo.)
Wrath: Why are we doing it this way?
Tytan: Out of respect for the Champs. We are making sure they hear us.
Wrath: Alright then.
Tytan: Texpress, you have been quiet. Are you still trying to figure out why we didn't take advantage of you guys already beaten and bloody and finish you off.
We are not about that. We are Salvation we are here to show you that there is a better way then the random acts of violence that runs rampant around the OOWF.
We are here to show you that the battles need to take place in the ring where honor and respect among the warriors can be shown.
We are here to show you and the rest of the tag-team division that you will be the end of what was and we will be the beginning of the new light that will shine.
(Wrath keeps silent and nods in agreement.)
A new day will come very soon and it will be Salvation.
Texpress you may be the measuring stick of the division but we will be the Saviors.
Wrath: We are Salvation and we are here to save you.
(Fade)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:46:44 GMT -5
Zane Myers walks into the Texpress' dressing area and sees the trampoline..... unused. He turns to find Chad Madison...WATCHING TAPE!
Zane: I'm Shocked
Chad: I bet. I got kind of excited that we're wrestling someone other than StankPoe or Drink & Destroy for the first time in like FOREVER.
Zane: Tytan and Wrath. Anything interesting?
Chad: Not really. Tytan's a big bad monster, Wrath is trying to improve, but he's still Damon Wrath. They're good, but they don't
Zane: Measure Up
Chad: Exactly. They did cut a promo on us. something about us being quiet and keeping things in the ring and showing us there's a way to do things besides violent attacks.
Zane: Does he realize who he's talking to?
Chad: Apparently not.
(Suddenly, the OOWF banner drops behind them and spotlights appear.)
Zane: Awww crap. I don;t want to promo NOW! We're not going to respond EVERY time ANYONE talks about us!
Chad: Looks like we have to
Zane: Crap. Where's the camera?
Chad: (points directly in front of him) Here I think. It's a ninjacam, he could be anywhere!
(Zane storms off screen and returns momentarily with the OOWF World Tag Team Championships. He tosses one to Chad)
Zane: Put this on and let's get this over.
(They put the belts around their waists; as all good champions should; and pose in front of the banner.)
Chad: Tytan.... What on God's green earth are you babbling about? Lecturing Us, of ALL pople in this comapny about keeping it in the ring and denouncing the backstage violence that permeates this business? Do you not WATCH what goes on here week to week?
Zane: We, more than anyone, are bastions of Right & Wrong, Fairplay and Adherance to the Rules. You can expect a clean match Wednesday.
Chad: And you can expect to Lose
(The OOWF banner suddenly rolls up and is gone. The lights dim and Chad & Zane are left standing there surprised)
Chad: That was quick.
Zane: Thankfully.
Chad: I'll be back later. I have a date.
Zane: Ms. Phoenix again?
Chad: That ship has sailed. Another SFJ. Rebecca, I think... or is it Darlene? I forget. (shrugs)
Zane: Make sure you schedule some workout time this week.
Chad: What do you think all these dates are for? (snickers)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:47:03 GMT -5
<Moosehead Jack is standing in the back with SFJ13>
SFJ13: Moose this week you face Dead, Outback Jack and Chris Evans in a fatal four way for the Intercontinental title. What are your thoughts?
MHJ: So……..Dead is upset because I tried to take him out. According to him, I failed. Dead, did I fail because you were able to come back? I sent a message to you. I suspect you got the message, but time will tell. As for the other two, Jack? I am tired of Drink & Destroy. I am tired of you and Spin carrying a dead banner. I am tired of you riding on the coattails of Stank’s accomplishments. Drink and Destroy needs to be taken outside and shot. And as for you Chris Evans……..it must be so frustrating to have all that talent, and so little of a clue on how things work. You think you can just keep chipping away and one day everything will just fall into place. One day you will be able to beat me. One day this (holding up the Intercontinental title) will be yours.
Let me tell you guys a little something. There is a thing we like to call natural selection. Survival of the fittest. The Five are the fittest. We are the Alpha Dogs in the OOWF, and in all of wrestling. You three? You are the weak in the herd. It is our job to cull the weak, destroy the old, and remove the slow, so the rest can thrive. This week, the three of you face your destiny. Dead? I put you out once, I will do it again. Jack? You are that old horse that simply cannot keep up anymore, your days are numbered. And Evans? You are the slow, you are the one that doesn’t get it. For your own good, you will be removed from the rest. Whether you like it or not.
We are the Five, we are the destroyers of men. You don’t have to like it, it’s just the way it is.
Trust me.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:47:21 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen on the phone outside the gym where Wrath and he our training.)
Tytan: I know....he wants to fight it clean too. Finally we have a match where we won't have to worry about someone throwing in some kind of weapon or cheating to win..I respect these guys... always had trouble with them before...What about Damon...you mean Wrath? It's simple he is becoming a good soldier he is learning...he fails in following orders then I will have to deal with me....What about Eco.....I am not worried about him right now....Wrath and I have something good going on here...I can hold the tag-titles again...What....you mean you are going to be making your way here soon....Very good....you will keep me in the loop about it....Good...I'll talk to you soon....
(He hangs up) Wow it sounds like the team may be getting a little more interesting real soon.
(He heads back into the gym)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:47:49 GMT -5
(Ecosystem is meeting atop the boat with a man wearing a cloak. The hood on the jacket covers up his face entirely.)
Eco: You see, of course, why what I have been preaching has import. You've seen the damage the Five can goad each other to do at the drop of a hat. You've seen the ineffectual response by so many other so-called "heroes." Truly, such a place has manifested itself as below a man such as yourself...a man of your intellect and brilliance.
Cloaked Man: Ah, it is worthy in its richness as a tale. Sadly, it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Eco: That may be. However, we as men lack the option to scurry ourselves along to our silent paradise at Walden Pond, merely perusing such events in the local weeklys. I believe you have been delivered to this federation for a reason--to save the unwashed masses from themselves, to bring reason to the troglodytes and raise them up from their current state. There is goodness in human nature, but man is fallen and must be compelled to a true ascension, or face the fate of Sisyphus.
(The man takes the hood off, revealing the side visage of...Dr. Infieri.)
Dr. Infieri: Verily, your words are as well-taken as they are spoken--particularly the part about my intellect. I am of a mind partial to yours, and I expect that our conversation--nay, our edifying colloquy--shall be advanced in our days to come.
Eco: Indeed. Always a pleasure, my good doctor.
(Eco and Infieri shake hands. Infieri takes his leave as Lauren Phoenix comes up the side.)
Lauren: Are you done speaking gobbledy-gook?
Eco: I'll have you know it's merely the language of the college-educated.
Lauren: Oh. So a regional dialect of bullshit?
Eco: (laughs) Precisely. Anyway, he seems sold for the time being. What's my schedule look like?
Lauren: Well, your press conference with Shawn Michaels went over well. How much money are you sinking into that venture?
Eco: Only as much as I can afford. Consider it an experiment.
Lauren: It's certainly interesting. I'd suggest you meet with Fire and get on the same page before your match, even if you're unhappy with her right now. Otherwise, Dead agreed to get a beer with you late tomorrow night, even if he's not that interested in what you're selling right now.
Eco: Dead's a good guy, in his own way. And Hansen?
Lauren: Still completely uninterested. Also, I see you're doing that thing where you're about to change the subject, and I'm telling you: Go meet Fire now. You're not going to calm down, you're just going to stew about what she did until it consumes you.
Eco: What makes you say that?
Lauren: I know you. If you weren't pissed off, you'd be cutting a promo every ten minutes about what a loser Ravenna is after losing to you in three straight matches, and how if she'd only accept you into her life, she'd be healed. You'd be thinking she might be close to seeing the light. But you're entirely consumed by Firewoman.
Eco: ...What are you trying to--
Lauren: Imply? Nothing, except that you ought to screw your head on right and get your ass in gear.
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:48:14 GMT -5
*Scheme Gene approaches Outback Jack*
SG: Moosehead Jack said...
OBJ: I heard what Moose had to say. You know, he's been trying to take me out for years, and he's never got the job done. Maybe he needs to look at himself in a mirror and admit that he's a failure. (drinks, belches) Australian for while he's looking in the mirror he might as well admit he's an ugly bastard, too!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 12, 2010 13:48:39 GMT -5
<GM the Rick pokes his head into DDT's locker room>
GMtR: Hey rook, you have a match at Mayhem this week
DVD: Who is he facing?
GMtR: Local guy
<DDT Smiles as GM the Rick leaves and we fade to black>
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