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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 13:38:47 GMT -5
<Cut to GM the Rick's Office where an exhausted Firewoman and pissed off Alexander Darling are standing before him>
GMtR: Ok, you have both agreed to Pick Your Poison Matches for next week. I need to know who you want now so I can finish the lineup. Fire, since you are the challenger you pick first.
FW: Alexander Darling will face..........Ecosystem <Fire smirks at this, Darling chuckles to himself>
AD: Fine. Not a problem. You want to know who you are facing? Next week you face.......<Darling gets close to Fire and almost whispers>.........Poe
<Darling turns and leaves the room laughing. Fire's expression does not change, but she doesn't say a word and leaves GM the Rick's office. Rick scribbles something on a piece of paper then tapes it to the wall outside his office and slams the door>
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Willemstad, Curacao
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Moosehead Jack vs. Ravenna Blue
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Texpress vs. Salvation
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] Matt Folz vs. Stan Fulton
Curacao Street Fight[/u] LD Williams & Stank vs. Spin Hansen & Outback Jack
Pick Your Poison Match[/u] Alexander Darling vs. Ecosystem
Pick Your Poison Match[/u] Firewoman vs. Poe
Handicap Match[/u] Davin Moreland vs. The Number Ten
Nothing Happened vs. Dr. Infieri & Mr. E Chris Evans & Concrete TG vs. The Dead & Tyler Vangard DDT vs. Josiah Bird
Card subject to Island Paradise Disease
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:03:10 GMT -5
*Alexander Darling's Locker Room*
Alexander is sitting quietly in his darkened room while Olympic Gold Medalist & America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson works with some stagehands to get their stuff packed up to be moved back to the ship. Alexander is still in his wrestling gear and even with the mask it's almost as if he's staring into nothingness.
OGM & AS SJ: Alex, it's almost time to get out of here and get back to the ship.
Alex just nods once.
Is everything okay Alex? I mean, I know it's not okay okay, but how are you?
Alexander: Yea. I'm fine Shawn.
OGM & AS SJ: You don't seem fine.
Alexander: What else can I be?
OGM & AS SJ: Honest would be a good start.
Alexander: You want me to be honest? Honestly, I never thought she'd be able to do it.
OGM & AS SJ: You had to know she'd be good enough, didn't you?
Alexander: Was never about her being good enough Shawn. The world knows she's more than good enough to beat anyone. But I never thought she'd be able to control herself long enough.
OGM & AS SJ: She hasn't yet. You're still champ. She won because she had to in order to have another chance. It will be different at the PPV when everything is on the line.
Alexander: I'm glad you think so, but I saw something tonight...ya know what, I can't talk about this right now. I've got to clear my head. Would you mind staying with Alexis for the next day or two.
OGM & AS SJ: Don't push me away again Alex.
Alexander: It's not like that. I promise. I just need to take care of some stuff and I won't be getting to the ship for another day or two. I swear it has nothing to do with you, nor am I going on some dark journey. Just got some stuff that needs figuring.
OGM & AS SJ: If you say so. And remember, you're still Alexander Darling, and well, she's just not.
Alexander gets off the couch and slowly nods as he walks out the door.
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:03:31 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is STORMING~! toward GM the Rick's office. He appears to be in some sort of focused hurry, so he completely blows past Olympic Gold Medalist, Dancing with the Stars Champion and America's Sweetheart, Shawn Johnson*
OGMDwtSCaAS: DAVIN! Hey! Wait up! I'm supposed to be -
DM: SHAWN! Oh...are we glad you're here. We've got to talk to GM the Rick, and get our revenge against the foe who vanquished us this week.
OGMDwtSCaAS: We're going to -
DM: C'Mon, Shawn! You can keep us from leaping over the desk at Rick.
OGMDwtSCaAS: But I don't want to -
DM: We KNEW you'd understand.
*Davin continues STORMING~! while Shawn tries to keep up. Davin virtually breaks down the door to the GM's office, and Shawn sheepishly goes toward the back of the room*
GMtR: Well, Hello Davin...
DM: DON'T YOU HELLO DAVIN US! WE'VE GOT A SERIOUS PROBLEM!
GMtR: We...do?
OGMDwtSCaAS: I don't.
DM: Rick...We...LOST. And we lost to someone that we DEMAND revenge against!
GMtR: Ok, so Stank? Ok, so next week we can do Nothing Happened vs...
DM: NO! Can't you SEE? You fucking MORON! WE WANT OUR REVENGE AGAINST...
*Both GM the Rick and Shawn Johnson actually start to pay attention, wondering who the revenge will be directed toward*
DM...THE NUMBER TEN!
GMtR: Excuse me?
DM: TEN! TEN! The motherfucking NUMBER TEN! Davin Moreland has lost to the number ten for the VERY LAST FUCKING TIME!
GMtR: So...let me get this straight...
OGMDwtSCaAS: Oh my God.
GMtR: You want me...to put you...in a match against the number ten?
DM: Not just any match...a handicap match!
GMtR: Oh, so is Alexis going to...
DM: NO! NO YOU IGNORANT ASS! Davin Moreland vs. The Number Ten in a Handicap Match! Have you ALWAYS been this stupid?
*GM the Rick looks over at Shawn, who simply shrugs and looks like she'd rather be anywhere else*
GMtR: Ok Davin, I will do my best. You want this in addition to your tag match?
DM: Duh.
GMtR: Ok, this week, it will be Davin Moreland vs. The Number Ten in a Handicap match.
DM: See? We knew you'd see it our way.
*Davin beams and strides out of the room. Shawn and Rick just stare at each other with slack jaws*
GMtR: Well, I'm not afraid to tell you...I'm a little...
OGMDwtSCaAS: Scared?
GMtR: Only a little.
OGMDwtSCaAS: Don't be scared. If I'm reading him right, they have everything under control.
*Shawn smiles and leaves too*
GMtR: *pulls a bottle out of his desk* No wonder I have no liver left...
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:03:48 GMT -5
Moosehead Jack is about to start training with A'isha. Stank is watching while drinking a beer.
Aa-T: Don't hold back Ket.
MHJ: Trust me...I will not.
St: Maybe ya should...
Moose looks at Stank.
St: That wouldn't be right. She needs to know...
A'isha nails Moose in the face with a spin kick, sending him back, crashing through a catering table.
St: Dammit, I wanted some of those crackers, girl!
As Moose tries to get up, Poe walks into the Five's area with Selena in tow. Poe stops to look at Moose, covered in crackers.
Poe: Do you need help?
MHJ: I forgot how lethal her spin kicks were.
Poe smirks and offers a had to help Moose up, who takes it.
Poe: Have you seen the run sheet?
MHJ: Not yet. Anything good?
Poe: The first Five on Five match...
MHJ: Who...
Sa-T: Omar's facing Fire Lady!
MHJ: Why...
Poe: The Champ selected me as his Pick Your Poison choice.
Moose grins.
MHJ: He's getting a bit smarter.
Sa-T: Yeah, his IQ's like a One now!
Poe: Any protective brother moments you want to go through, Moose?
MHJ: Nope, just wrestle her clean. No bullshit.
Poe: Would I do that?
Moose glares at Poe with a grin.
Poe: Trust me...
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:04:08 GMT -5
Firewoman is FUMING~! after her meeting with Rick. She heads to the Chamber, sees the Moose-Poe family love fest going on, rolls her eyes, and heads to the deck. She looks up at the night sky. She thinks for a bit, and pulls out her cell phone. She makes a call.
FW: .......... Lucky....it's me................no, no I haven't finished the wedding plans..........shut up a minute, would you? Did you find it?..................................Excellent. Because it's time.............Yes, I'm sure.............................I know....... I....... I KNOW............Just get back here by Wednesday.
Firewoman hangs up. The phone rings again.
FW: Yeah, what....Oh, hi hon..............thanks.........Yeah, at the PPV, will you be able to...............oh.......well, no, it's okay.........................no, it'll be fine...........we're on the same team after all......one big happy........................Yeah, I threw up in my mouth a little bit just saying that.............so will I see you before Vegas?....................oh....yeah, okay......No, I guess we'll celebrate or something...........oh yeah, they're calling me for some champagne.....yes, I'll be careful......yes, I'll be good.......bye.
Fire hangs up again, and looks around on the deck, where there is no one. Or so she thought. Davin Moreland appears beside her with two glasses of red wine.
FW: Davin.
DM: We saw your match. We knew you could do it.
FW: We......? Fire looks around.....
DM: That's all we were ever trying to do, Lis....er, Fire. The therapists, the commitment to the institution....we just wanted you to see that there's another way.
FW: Uh huh......
DM: Saw your match next week....that'll be tough... Not as tough as ours against the Number Ten.....
FW: Davin....maybe you should go get some rest or...something......'cos there's a lack of sense in your common right now.
DM: You don't know how much we can't wait to get our hands on the Number Ten. It's like, we didn't even realize he existed, and then bam! There he was, and he was beating us....
FW: Okay, you know, that's enough....I get to spend a week preparing for the match I never ever wanted to have happen, and now I won't see my fiance at all before the wedding, but I have to.......never mind, I'm outta here.
*She starts to walk away but Davin stops her, and hands her the glass.*
DM: Fire, wait.
FW: *taking the glass* What now.....
DM: Seriously....you did great tonight, and don't worry about next week. You can handle Poe. And I think you showed Alexander that his days of being champ are numbered. And Chris will be able to get away before Vegas. Wild horses wouldn't keep him away. So .... here's to you.
*he raises his glass in a toast. Firewoman hesitates, and then they both drink deeply. After the first gulp, Firewoman breathes in the scent of the wine*
FW: Oooo...what is this?
DM: Pinot noir....dark.....red...............intoxicating.....
FW: Like the blood in the air?
DM: Almost exactly like that........
The two smile at each other as if they're sharing some sort of genetic secret. Then Davin suddenly blurts out.
DM: Welp! that's that. We gotta get back and find the missus. Oh by the way our mom says she'd be delighted to come to the wedding.....okay, see you, Fire.
Davin leaves, and Fire looks at him with some confusion. A somewhat handsome waiter comes up to her.
SHW: Can I get you anything before the bar closes, ma'am?
*Fire looks at him intently for a moment*
FW: Yeah...have a bottle of this delivered to my cabin. And....deliver it yourself.
SHW: Yes ma'am.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:04:26 GMT -5
Some time later, there's a knock on Firewoman's door. She opens the door and leans in the doorway suggestively...until she realizes there's no one there.
She looks down at the cart with her bottle of pinot noir. It's freshly opened with a glass poured. Sitting in the bottle is a red rose.
FW: By the gods...
Firewoman takes the rose out of the bottle, tosses it in the hall and drinks directly from the bottle as she brings the cart into her room and closes the door.
Further down the hall, the somewhat handsome waiter lays on the floor, with his leg awkwardly bent behind him, groaning in pain.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:04:48 GMT -5
*we open with a close-up of Outback Jack*
OBJ: Adios Motherfucker, Porn Star, Blue Hawaiian, Blue Lagoon, Flaming Lamborghini, Adios Motherfucker #3, Blue Motorcycle, Blue MotherFucker, Walk Me Down (Sweet Jesus), Oral Sex on the Beach, Liquid Marijuana Shot, Blue Kamikaze, Fruit Tingle #2, Dirty Bong Water, '61 Imperial, Blue MotherFucker #2, Bazooka Joe.
*cut to a close-up of Spin*
SH: Purple Rain, 4th of July, Fruit Tingle, Swimming Pool, Blue Margarita, Blue Hawaiian Screw, Funky Cold Medina, Adios MotherFucker 2, Blue Moon Martini, 100 Miles per Hour, Alcoholic Jolly Rancher, Black Martini #2, Barney on Acid.
*camera pulls back to show both members of Drink & Destroy being approached by a distraught Scheme Gene in the Destroyitarium*
SG: Guys! I know you've got issues with the Five but we can't use a promo like that!
SH: Gene, we were just ordering drinks.
SG: Drinks?
SH: If we're going to be in a Curacao Street Fight we might as well prepare for it.
OBJ: Right, that wasn't a promo. "This" is a promo. (drinks beer, belches) Australian for (singing) "We're back, we're back in the saddle again!"
SH: Aerosmith? Nice, but I associate Aerosmith more with Run-DLP.
OBJ: Right, how about (singing) "Back in the back of a Cadillac, Number one with a bullet, we're a power pack"
SG: Better not quit your day job.
OBJ: I suppose you're right. But the point is, we sent a message this week at Mayhem and we'll send an even louder message next week.
SH: While you're here, Gene, you might as well have a drink.
Adam the Bartender: What would you like, sir?
SG: Um, didn't I hear Spin and Jack ordering a round of drinks for the bar? I'll just have one of those.
Adam: No, those were all for themselves. Which reminds me, I'd better order another vat of Blue Curacao.
SG: You mean another case of Blue Curacao.
Adam: No, I mean another vat of Blue Curacao.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:05:06 GMT -5
[The Dead is walking gingerly through the halls of the cruise ship.]
Dead(talking to himself): Just like old times...
[Dead turns a corner and makes his way to the GM's office. He arrives there and looks at the week's posted card.]
GMtR(yelling from inside the office): You here to demand something, too? Maybe you've got a beef with the color orange?
Dead: Nope, just checking the matches...
[Dead scans the card, and finds his name.]
Dead(to himself): Evans again, eh?
[Dead smirks.]
Dead(to GM The Rick): You know, you might want to get a door for your office.
GMtR: I had a door! It's just...ahh, screw it.
[GM The Rick grabs the bottle from under his desk and pours himself a healthy amount.]
GMtR: This job...
[Dead, still in the doorway, reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his flask.]
Dead: Cheers.
[GMtR slightly raises his glass and they both down big gulps. Dead gives the GM a slight head nod and heads back toward the locker rooms.]
Dead: Gotta go find this Vanguard kid...
[Edited on 6-17-2010 by TheDead]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:05:23 GMT -5
<Moosehead Jack is walking through the back of the arena heading toward the ship when he is stopped by SFJ13>
SFJ13: Moose, there is a rumor going around that you asked GM the Rick to give Ravenna Blue a title match rather than defend your title against Chris Evans or The Dead again, is there any truth to this?
MHJ: <still walking> Yep, it's true
SFJ13: But why?
MHJ: <Suddenly stopping> Why? I'll tell you why. I was wrong
SFJ13: Wrong?
MHJ: I thought Chris Evans was ready to step up and be a player in the OOWF. I thought maybe he had finally outgrown his "Cubbie" name and was ready to show something. I was wrong. And Dead? Dead came back and laid out both me, and Evans. I thought he would be ready to do anything to take me out. I put him on the shelf, I thought he would be out for blood. I was wrong.
The fact is, neither of you have what it takes to take this <patting the IC title> from me.
SFJ13: And Ravenna does?
MHJ: From what my friend Mr. Walker has told me, she just might. I guess we'll find out Wednesday now won't we
<Moose turns and heads up the ramp to the ship>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:05:40 GMT -5
Firewoman comes walking very slowly and quietly out of her room into the common area of The Chamber, and she appears to be quite hungover.
Poe: Did you enjoy your evening?
Fire produces the rose from last night from behind her back and whips it across his face, the thorns scratching his cheek.
FW: I'm not any happier about this match then you are. Stay out of my way until Wednesday.
Aisha starts to advance on Fire from behind her, but she doesn't fool Fire who points directly at her without taking her eyes off Poe.
FW: Freeze right there, little girl. You are so not as ready for this as you think.
Aisha considers this, but Poe gives her a look, and she backs off.
FW: So....we can either fuck around with each other all week, or just train as usual, meet in the ring and--
Poe: I could walk out.
FW: Huh?
Poe: Sure....we're the Five. We are allies.
FW: Are you serious?
Poe: ....
FW: ....
Poe gets very close to Fire, looks down at her and whispers so that it's hard to tell if he's trying to sound menacing, or just trying to make sure others don't hear. Fortunately, the ninja cam mics are really sensitive.
Poe: I've been waiting for this for a very....very....VERY....long time. There is no way....no power on heaven and earth.....that will keep me from our match on Wednesday.
Firewoman smirks at him, and starts to respond, as Selena bounces in the room.
Sa-T: Mail!!! Fire, you got a thing....
She kind of flips it at her, and then looks confused as she senses the tension in the room. Fire opens the envelope, looks at Poe suspiciously.
FW: It would appear I've been invited to dinner. See you later, Omar.
Poe: See you later, Lioness....
They glare at each other, and Fire leaves to go to wherever...
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:05:59 GMT -5
The Texpress are on a deck of the HMS Tytannick enjoying a couple of cold.... Aquafinas (yes, still) when they are approached by a Randonly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist
RNSFJ: Texpress.. you have a match this week against a team who won the last time you faced them.. any thoughts?
Zane: (sighs) Again?
Chad: Looks that way partner.
(They stand and pose beside the RNSFJ, who suddenly faces away from Chad)
Zane: Tytan and Wrath.
Chad: WE WILL HIT YOU SO HARD, WE HIT YOU HARD!
(The RNSFJ suddenly burst out in tears)
Zane: See? You're Davin impersonation was so bad it scared her.
Chad: (putting his arm around the SFJ) whats wrong darlin'?
RNSFJ: (between sobs) after..... that ... night... it was only one... but ... so....... Special... You ... never... called!
Chad: (with now a deer-in-the-headlights look) Well, I got real busy with........ wrestling you know.... and.. then I had to go.......... out of town........ I really wanted to call you.
RNSFJ: IT WAS LAST WEEK! YOU HAVENT BEEN ANYWHERE ELSE BUT THE BOAT!
Chad: Well... You see......
(The SFJ STORMS off camera clearly pissed off)
Zane:...
Chad:...
Zane:...
Chad:...
Zane: So which one was that?
Chad: I have No Idea.
(Ravenna Blue jogs by, earphones in and fails to even notice them.)
Chad: Hey partner, I'll catch up with you later... (runs after Ravenna)
Zane: (Left alone shaking his head.) She's going to whoop his tail.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:06:23 GMT -5
Firewoman enters one of the spacious dining rooms on the ship. It is completely empty except for one table, that is set with two place settings, candles, flowers, the whole shebang. Fire looks around, seeing no one, and walks up to the table. She smells the flowers, and smiles what MIGHT be a real smile....She hears someone clear his throat, and turns around expectantly, and then her smile fades.
FW: Oh.....you.....
Eco: Yes, me....you're disappointed? OH, you thought I was your fiance, who could make it after all.
FW: No...no, it's okay....
Eco: I'm sorry....it was wrong of me to get your hopes up....
FW: What are you doing?
Eco: This?? Oh...THIS, my dear Li--- can I call you--
FW: No, you cannot.
Eco: Oh...well, THIS is for your victory...your CLEAN victory, over evil, over Alexander Darling.
FW: Yeah?
Eco: I notice your stable didn't do anything.
FW: They will after I win the belt. Didn't my brother tell you to leave me alone?
Eco: Do you need your brother to choose your friends for you.
FW: *smiling*True....didn't your girlfriend tell you that also?
Eco: *bristling* Ravenna is NOT my girlfriend.
FW: *raising an eyebrow*Oh really? *She sits down and crosses her legs slowly, still smiling* Well, then pour me a glass of that wine then.
Eco nods and obliges...we do the standard wine tasting thing, and as Fire approves he fills her glass to the acceptable level and picks up a water glass.
Eco: I say we have a toast. Here's to....
FW: Juni.......I can't toast you with water.
Eco: I don't think--
FW: No, you think too much. This is your problem.
Firewoman takes the other empty wine glass and fills it and hands it to him.
FW: C'mon...just one glass........for the toast....go ahead.
Eco: Fine. Here's to you...future OOWF World Champion Lisa "Firewoman" Quinn.
They clink glasses...Firewoman drinks, but Eco takes a moment.
FW: Pinot noir, my favorite. You've done your research. Go on...
Ecosystem pauses a moment, inhales deeply, and then takes a drink. Firewoman smiles.
FW: So this is all for me? Really?
Eco: Uhh.....yeah....yes....and to celebrate you .... you finally seeing that the way to succeed is not through blood lust and vengeance but through just putting on an entertaining match, getting rid of all the extraneous violence....why are you laughing.
FW: You...you almost stuttered over 'bloodlust.'
Eco: What's wrong with that.
FW: Nothing...it's just cute...innocent....even though we both know you are far from that.
Firewoman reaches over and refreshes their wine glasses.
Eco: Fire, I....
FW: C'mon, Juni....what could it hurt?
Time passes......a waiter comes up to take their order
Eco: I already ordered, but I wasn't sure what you would want. I think they have a wonderful vegetarian--
FW: Steak....medium rare.
Eco: Really? *Eco nods to the waiter, and he leaves.* So...why the change....
FW: It's the blood lust, Eco.....sure, you say I did a good job, keeping it at bay, but it never goes away. Nothing with the word 'lust' in it ever really does. Whether it's lust for life, lust for sex, or lust for blood. It can get sublimated into other things, according to the neo-Freudians....but it's never gone. There's always that....hunger......once you get it, it doesn't go away.....that's when you can smell it in the air, feel it....you start to crave the sensations, the taste....
Eco: I know, Fire...I....
FW: Call me....it's okay....call me, Lisa.
Eco: Lisa, I....I remember those days all too well......And, well, you're right....some days, I think about it....
FW: The feeling of blood running down your arms....hitting your face as the veins burst...sticky....hot.....you don't miss it?
Eco:.....
FW:......
Eco: I think I want another glass of wine....
Time passes again....when we fade in, some words are starting to slur.
FW: Look....Juni...I need to apologize to you....
Eco: For?
FW: For putting you in the match with Alexander. Rick asked me and yours was....well, yours was the first name I thought of....
Eco: Really?
FW: Yeah...sorry......
Eco: Wow...no. I was honored.
FW: Oh...well, I'm going to tell Rick to change it. I should never have suggested you without asking first.
Eco: Look....nothing .... NOTHING would give me greater pleasure than to get my hands on Darling in the ring...one on one.....
FW: I was thinking about Moose but....is Kayfabe here?
Eco: No....
FW: Look, the truth is, their hatred isn't for the cameras....I'm afraid if I choose Moose, either way I lose my brother. If he loses, it's because Alexander has killed him....
Eco: And if he wins?
FW: Twenty-to-life?
Eco: I see......
FW: ......
Eco: Look....Lisa....let me do this for you. You've worked really hard to put those dark feelings aside......it's the least I could do.
FW: Really?
Eco: Yes. Let me do this.....
FW: Okay...................you know I'll have to be at ringside. Alex will be there for mine.
Eco: Are you going to be okay in that match?
FW: Sure......it'll be fine.....
Fire's body language seems to show that is far less than fine, as she stands and staggers a bit. Eco goes to help her, being the gentleman that he is, but he finds it difficult himself to stand, and sits back down in his chair.
Eco: Whoa...it's been a while since I've drank anything....the room................Lis..........
Eco's head lolls to one side, and he snores....he's fast asleep. Fire checks on him, smiles, and stands up, nowhere near as unsteady on her feet as she appeared before. She walks out the room and grabs her phone.
FW: Yeah .... *not slurring, by the way*......it's set........well, it's a last resort, but yeah....see you soon, Lucky.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:06:46 GMT -5
The camera comes up on a discreet table on the deck where we see DDT studying OOWF roster files. DVD walks into the scene and takes a seat laying the current lineup on the table. DDT looks at it and shrugs, he then notices how quite DVD is and motions for him to speak.
DVD- You don't feel it do you bro?
DDT shrugs as if to say he doesn't understand.
DVD- It's in the air man, a violence, a bloodlust, danger is stirring and it's waiting to explode. Now is not a good time to be flying solo.
DDT looks concerned and frowns slightly motioning for DVD to continue.
DVD- Every one is on edge, and soon it's going to be tipped over. Now would be the time to find a group to ally with, now is not the time to be a "lone warrior".
DDT motions at the files in front of him.
DVD- I know you aren't the only unallied wrestler, but guys like Inferini and the Dead have been talking with Eco's group, they can tell something is coming. Folz is a mercenary, so someone will buy his alliance, and Fulton will side against him just to be a pain. The Texexpress have Moreland and his partners back, and neither of them will admit it, but his marriage will end up with him and Alexander side by side.
DDT furrows his brow as he realizes DVD has put alot of thought into this conversation.
DVD- I know you could never side with the five, and while I could see you and Tytan seeing eye to eye, I don't trust Eco so that took Salvation out of the running. Drink and Destroy are legends, you don't ask to join them you have to get invited. Soooo...... ( DVD takes a deep breath ) I think you should talk to that Ravenna broad about joining Sanctum.
DDT pauses considering this and then shakes his head no.
DVD- What why not bro? They seem like they have the same goals and mindset as you. (mumbles under his breath) and both of them babes are easy on the eyes.
DDT pulls out photos of the members of Sanctum, he points at Ravenna then points at his heart and nods yes, then at his head and shakes no. DDT points at Chris Evans and makes a revers circle in the air.
DVD- I think I get what you are saying. The Blue chick, her heart is in the right place, but you don't think her head is in the game. As for Evans he is the reverse his head is on straight, but you don't think his heart is in it anymore.
DDT nods in agreement. He points at the picture of Alexis and starts pointing eratically in the air, then he brings his hands together and stretches them wide. DDT points at the picture of Crete and makes the cutting motion across his throught.
DVD- So you think the Darling dame is stretched to thin, she claims loyalty to Salvation, loyalty to her brother, loyalty to Davin and his partner, and loyalty to herself. I guess you can only stretch your loyalties so far before something snaps. As for Gryphon, I have to agree the last thing he did that was relevant, was quit. (DVD pauses mulling this over)
DVD- Well bro, I guess it's just you and me against the world.
DDT finally smiles as they hit the knucklebumps of respect followed by exploding hand gestures.
As the camera fades we can here DVD mumble- It would have been nice to have some broads around.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:07:07 GMT -5
*Firewoman is WALKING~! on the deck with a self-satisfied smile on her face, but her mind seems to be elsewhere. Davin is WALKING~! with purpose, and seems to be looking in the air for something. He's not watching where he's going, and SMASHES~! into Firewoman*
FW: HEY! Watch where you're - Oh. Hey.
DM: Hey. Sorry, we weren't paying attention. We had some other things on our mind.
FW: You...are strange. First you speak in the third person, and now the first-person plural.
DM: So we're making progress.
FW: *tries not to laugh* That's one way to look at it. What are you doing out here anyway? It's kind of late. Won't Samantha be worried?
DM: She's asleep.
FW: Oh.
DM: Listen, Lis-
FW: Don't call me...
DM: Bullshit.
FW: Ugh. FINE.
DM: Lisa, I just...I dunno...I was sleeping you know? And I...something woke me up...and...do you smell Pinot Noir?
FW: Well, no. But I polished off a bottle not too long ago, so that might be it.
DM: Ok, but from my room?
FW: Ok, that's strange.
DM: I KNOW.
FW: Listen, there's something...strange...that's going on lately.
DM: Maybe it's the boat?
FW: Maybe.
DM: We should get off the boat.
FW: No, you can't. You have to stay...
DM: No. Not we. WE. For a few hours. My head's not right.
FW: *laughing* You're head is NEVER right.
DM: Ok, you're right. But this is different. I'm just feeling overwhelmed by...something. I'm starting to lose what little grip I had on reality.
FW: *pats him on the shoulder* You're fine. Yes, there is...something. It's not just you. But you'll be fine. Go talk to your wife. Go run around the boat a few times. Do something to take your mind off it.
DM: You're probably right.
FW: Not probably.
DM: Fine. Hey, I just wanted to say...great win over Alexander.
FW: Thanks. After this bullshit, maybe I'll get a title shot.
DM: You'll win.
FW: What?
DM: You'll win. I can see it in your eyes. The only thing keeping you from being the champion is an opportunity. I know the both of you pretty well. Alexander is a great wrestler, but right now? You're better. You're finally focused. It's about damned time.
FW: Aren't you supposed to be, like, rooting for your brother-in-law?
DM: As opposed to my cousin?
FW: I'm not your cousin.
DM: *smirking* Ok. Sure. Regardless, I won't be rooting. I expect a great match between two great wrestlers. The winner will deserve it.
FW: That's a....an interesting position to take.
DM: *his face noticeably changes and his wild-eyed look returns* Besides, we're better than both of you, and can take that belt anytime we want. Don't you forget it.
FW: *incredulous* Yeah, ok, whatever Davin...and Davin.
*They go their separate ways*
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:07:30 GMT -5
*Some beach*
It is just after sunrise and the beach is completely desolate. The entire scene looks like it is right out of a postcard except for the lone figure sitting and staring out at the crashing waves. An OOWF ninjacam suddenly turns on and zooms in on the figure and we see that it's OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Darling. Seemingly he realizes the camera is on him and he takes a deep breath before he begins speaking.
Alexander: Everyone in our little company is speaking of something in the air. Blood, wine, violence, sex...it's all the same to everyone. Firewoman called it a lust. And it's there. And it's palpable. I had to leave for a day or two to clear my head. So I came here. To this deserted beach that I've spent time at before to clear my head. And while I still need some more time to get my head clear about what's coming with Firewoman and her little lap dog Eco, there is one topic I am ready to discuss.
Moosehead Jack. We've had wars going back a long time now. From my first days in Japan when you wrestled under a mask as Ket to my arrival here in the OOWF to our recent war when I had to start wrestling under a mask because of you. It almost seems as if we’ve come full circle and yet it doesn’t end. I could talk until I lose my voice and it won’t change anything. You’re stuck with your opinion of me and that doesn’t seem like it’ll ever change. You’ve hated me from the day you met me and you hated me so deep that it carried over to the point where the hatred is mutual.
You can make your claims that I hide behind others. You can say others have stopped you from finishing me. You can say whatever you want, but the fact is we both know the truth and it’s just that you aren’t good enough to be the end of Alexander Darling. You can make me bleed. You can make me hurt. You can do anything you want, yet the fact is it won’t stop me. So, if you want to go down this path again. I’m never going to back down from you. Sanctioned or not, approved or not…I’m never going to hide from you Moose. You can think I’m just some pretty boy rich punk, but deep down you know the truth. And if you’re ever curious about it…you can ask those closest to you. Ask Poe. Ask Firewoman…they both know the real truth. They both know that I’m more of a fighter than you’ll ever imagine. They both know that there is nothing you could ever do to me that will get me to stop fighting.
And let’s talk about what you claim about me. You claim that I’m leading Fire by the nose and making her jump through hoops. Making her forget who she truly is and you couldn’t be further from the truth. But it goes back to the fact that I’ve been closer to Fire than you ever have been. I’ve been more of her brother than you ever were and ever will be. You think these hoops are to control Fire when they are nothing of the sort Moose. It’s you who looks to control Fire, while I look to make Fire suffer like she’s made me suffer. I’ve never ever doubted Fire’s abilities so there is no fear. There is realization that a determined Fire can beat anyone but an uncontrollable Fire will lose. It’s simple to me. An uncontrollable Fire will beat herself, a determined Fire could very well be the next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion.
And then let’s move on to your revisionist history that at any point I tried to control Fire. I’ve known who Fire is a lot more than you could ever possibly imagine Moose. You can claim that Run DEA tried to control her and I won’t deny that Davin had his own motivations for doing what he did, but if you ever want to go back and look at the videos, you’ll see that I had no part of it. I’ve never made or put Fire into a position to be anything other than who she truly is…yet it was you who allied her with someone she hates to the very fiber of her being. That was YOU. Not me Moose. It’s always been YOU who’s tried to manipulate Fire into positions that suit YOU. I’ve always just been her friend until YOU convinced her to stab me in the back. And deep down, I get that. Blood is thicker than water. If I had ever known you two were blood, who knows what would have happened with all of us, but I was never given that info. So this is what happened and where we stand now.
You also like to claim that I’m just a rich playboy playing in YOUR world. That I pretend to be something I’m not and this just goes to show how delusional you truly are. Does my family come from money? Yes, it does. Has this afforded me some opportunities that aren’t given to others? Of course it does…but NONE OF THAT changes who I am in this world. I am Alexander Motherfucking Darling. I am one of the best in the fucking world at what we do and my fucking money has NOTHING to do with it. I’ve trained my fucking ass off. I’ve trained under the best in the world to learn how to become the best and I work my fucking ass off every fucking day to continue to prove that I am not just “playing” in your world. Ask Poe. Ask Stank. Ask anyone who’s ever stepped into that god damn ring with me if I’m just fucking playing. I will give my heart, my soul, and every drop of blood, sweat, tears in my body every fucking night to prove just how capable I am in that ring.
So, you want to make a challenge to me…Japan, nothing on the line…no rules, unsanctioned. I’m going to make this very simple for you. I accept, but you will do something after this match or else it’ll prove once and for all that you’re nothing but a joke. When I prove to you once and for all that you will never kill me. That you will never get me to leave this business. And that I will never beg you for a thing, I’m going to make you do the one thing I know you’ve sworn you will never ever do. Win or lose, when I get to my feet after that match, which I know I will. When the blood is pouring down my face like I know it will be. When we’re there…you will take your hand and you will extend it to me and you will fucking respect me. Not because I want it, but because I’ve earned it.
So, Moosehead Jack…it’s all up to you now. Win or lose, do you think you’re capable of being a man or will you just continue being the bitch you have been the entire time I’ve known you.
And Firewoman…it’s not time yet.
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:07:51 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is WALKING~! with purpose around the deck with that wild look in his eyes. He spots The Dead. Uh oh.*
DM: Hello! The Dead! We want to talk to you for a second!
TD: *thinks about it* Ok. What.
DM: We hear you've got a beef with The Color Orange.
TD: We?
DM: We. Duh.
TD: Mouse in your pocket?
DM: NO! WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS ASK US THAT?!?!?!
TD: Easy...take it easy big man. The Dead didn't say The Dead had a beef with the color orange. Rick did.
DM: Ok...but don't you understand the insidious nature of The Color Orange? It's affect will keep worming its way into this company until there's no one left to stop it! Are you with us??
TD: Excuse me?
DM: ARE YOU WITH US??!?!?!?
*The Dead looks around and rubs his head. Sick of getting the shit kicked out of him for no reason, and noticing Davin is 7 feet tall, he comes to a decision*
TD: Yeah, ok. Whatever, D. The Dead and Davin against The Color Orange. Will this be a match?
DM: Oh HELL Nah. This is personal. We need to stop The Color Orange before it has the chance to infect us all! Stay here. We'll be back in a few minutes. We're going to try to recruit some friends to the cause.
*Davin leaves*
TD: Dear God, what have I gotten myself in to?
*Moments later, Davin finds Moosehead Jack and Firewoman having some lunch. Moose and Firewoman have the same skeptical look on their faces. It's creepy*
DM: COUSINS!
MHJ: I'm not your cousin.
FW: I'm not your cousin.
DM: WE have come to recruit you in joining our great cause against tyranny.
FW: *looks suddenly interested* Tyrrany?
MHJ: I think you need to get out of the sun, Davin.
FW: Shut up and let him talk.
MHJ: Wait, seriously?
FW: SHHHH. Davin is talking.
*Moose grumbles and crosses his arms*
DM: Today...we have a new foe amongst us. One who is both cunning and powerful. We cannot stop him alone. We need to recruit an army. A resistance army.
FW: Resistance? Army? Hmm...
MHJ: Don't tell me you're buying...
FW: Hush, Moose.
*Moose grumbles again*
DM: It's time that we, as a people, stand up for what's right. Not only for us. Not only for the OOWF, but for all of mankind.
MHJ: Mankind is here? WHERE??
FW: HUSH Moose.
*Moose grumbles*
DM: The line in the sand must be drawn here. We must not do this jus for us, but for our children, and our children's children.
MHJ: Samantha's pregnant?
FW: MOOSE! HUSH! HE'S NOT DONE!
*Moose grumbles*
DM: So what say you both? We need to know if you are with us or against us.
MHJ: Against.
*Firewoman shoves a dinner roll in his mouth*
FW: I won't tell you again.
*Moose grumbles through the dinner roll*
FW: So. Davin. Who exactly is this horrible enemy that must be stopped?
DM: An enemy as old as time. The Color Orange.
FW: Wait. Did you say the color ORANGE?!?!?
DM: We did.
FW: Davin, it will be our pleasure to support you in this ancient cause. Despite The Great Orange's recent apology...the war rages on! 26+6=1!!!!
MHJ: What am I doing now?
FW and DM: HUSH Moose.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:08:10 GMT -5
(Tytan and Wrath are seen sitting alone with SFJ.)
SFJ: Tytan first off do you care to comment on what went down on the last Mayhem.
Tytan: What us refusing to wrestle on the same side as the Five. Look I walked that rode with Poe and Stank and I have had some battles. They are fighters and I respect that and that is all that I respect of them. What they and the Five represent I want nothing to do with that.
SFJ: But now they say that Eco is showing signs that he has an agenda similar to them.
Tytan: Right now Eco needs to get his head back to reality and off of the obsession with Firewoman otherwise it could end up getting him killed.
SFJ: You mean the bounty that was given to Moose.
Tytan: Enough said about that. He needs to get back to the reason why he started Salvation and focus back on that.
SFJ: Now, you guys are set to face Texpress again any words for them?
Wrath: First off I want to say that I am sorry that I brought the chair into the ring.
SFJ: IS that so?
Tytan: Let's just say Wrath learned a lesson and his temper is being more controlled.
Wrath: But the results will still be the same we will beat you and take the belts.
Tytan: It does come down to this boys, you may have been a team longer and consider yourselves the measuring stick for this division but there is a new day dawning and Salvation will be the team that will save the division.
So see you at mayhem and we will save you
Wrath: Or destroy you instead.
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:08:30 GMT -5
FADE IN
The Crusher Stan Fulton is sitting (on what appears to be two chairs) at what appears to be a casino playing Texas Hold 'Em. A good size pot is to the right of the dealer and the flop shows Ac-8s-Ks.
"Mr. Matt Folz. What can I say? Things are getting mighty strange around the ol' OOWF what with "the taste of blood in the air," strained familial relations, wars against colors and factions fighting amongst themselves. But not us, hey Matt? We still do battle to the last, eh?
"I must admit I've arrived in Curaçao somewhat the worse for wear after our latest skirmish last week on Mayhem. I have a bite mark on my nose and stitches on my forehead. But I'll be fine soon. I've decided to take a bit of time and relax and gamble. I'm feeling lucky you might say."
The turn shows a 6h. A voice from off camera bets and Fulton slow calls.
"You my friend are not so lucky. Fact is, you should have left with Lucky; you still might be able to walk. I keep telling you the truth and you refuse to believe it. I told you before that you'd probably win the match. You're quite the wrestling talent. But I wasn't in that match to win. I was inside that steel cage to cause you as much damage as I could get away with."
The river card is 9d. The voice from off camera bets large. Fulton glances at his cards again, smirks and raises all-in.
"After the match I beat you like a rented mule, Folz. Your ribs are going to take weeks to heal properly and that's only if you don't step into the ring on Wednesday. And did I break your nose as well? I didn't stick around to find out and haven't heard.
"But now that I've shown you the pain I can give you, I'm going to cause you two types of pain this week. First, I'm going to pummel those ribs without mercy, without remorse. I will drop this not-insubstantial body on top of your chest with much irreverence and obsceneness."
The off-camera voice finally calls the all-in.
"Then I shall cause you mental pain by taking your Onslaught title. I do this to hurt you, Matt. Please understand that in my current state, I don't hold titles or championships as my goal. Down the road, that will change and I will hold the OOWF Heavyweight title. But taking your Onslaught title is meant to cause you anguish and sorrow. So after I beat you until you pass out, I shall drag your carcass to the nearest corner and then drop myself down onto your broken body and the referee will count to three... then four.... then five.
"To stop this, you'll have to kill me, Folz. For I will not be denied your pain and suffering. And I do not doubt that you have it in you to do so. For you see..."
Fulton flips over his cards showing As-8c giving him the win with the infamous "dead man's hand" of Aces and Eights.
"One of us isn't walking out of that ring. Enjoy... the pain."
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:08:49 GMT -5
Firewoman, Davin, and Moose, who is still confused, but doesn't want another muffin stuffed in his face so he's just going along start to leave when they overhear a fan on the cruise with an English accent, talking on a cell phone.
Man With English Accent: The bloody ball was deformed and that's why he couldn't handle it..........................................oh, I know......Oh, yeah, we did hear about that. Fucking' wankers, caving to special interests is what I call it. The bloody IRA must have bought off the investigators......ah well..... ta ta.
He hangs up. At the mention of the IRA, both Fire and Davin become hyper interested and they walk up to his table, again, Moose tagging along.
DM: We couldn't help over hearing...you're...orange, right?
MWEA: How's that?
FW: You ARE wearing an orange shirt.
MHJ: What's that on your shirt?
MWEA: That, Mr. Jack are my fraternity letters....best one at any school in London.
DM: That's good enough for us!
Davin grabs the MWEA by the collar and lifts him up, as high as a 7' man can, turns and power bombs him into some shrubbery that is decorating the deck. Fire and Moose drag him out by his legs and flip him over. Fire orders some Bushmill's
DM: What? Why are you getting that Orange crap!
FW: Because I'm not wasting the good stuff.
She grabs it and takes a swig as Moose stands the man up and heart punches him. The heart punch spins him around into a spray of whiskey that has been lit on fire. He brings his hands to his face and falls backward into the pool.
MHJ: That's for being a condescending rich prick.
FW: That's for dissing the IRA.
DM: That's for wearing ORANGE.
Davin nods his head, satisfied. Fire and Moose look at each other and shrug.
DM: C'mon cousins! There's more orange on this boat....I KNOW it.
Davin leads the way as they walk out, knocking over a display of oranges on the buffet as they pass.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:09:11 GMT -5
<Davin Moreland is leading Firewoman and Moose around the ship seemingly at random. Finally he comes to a spot that has been clearly set up with a chalkboard with photos of what appear to be one of the cabin rooms taped to it. Davin grabs a military helmet, dark sunglasses, and a pipe that he chomps on. Fire and Moose stop where they are, and Davin puts his hands behind his back and paces stoically. Finally he speaks>
DM: <pacing some more and finally stopping to look at Fire and Moose> Build us a son, <looking at Fire> or daughter, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when they are weak, and brave enough to face themselves when they are afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
<Fire hangs on Davin’s every word, Moose looks around like everyone has lost their mind, Davin continues>
DM: Troops, we have seen the enemy, and he has no fear. The enemy is right here <slaps his riding crop against a picture on the chalkboard> What we see here is a merciless, soulless killing machine. A product of wanton destruction, and the very effacement of God. What we have here is the number Ten. But not just the number ten, oh no! The number Ten wears………..ORANGE!
<Fire gasps, Moose is looking around for the hidden camera>
DM: That’s right. Ten is Orange. Ten is Evil. Ten is out to destroy our way of life and oppress us down to our very souls. Tonight…….WE FIGHT BACK! Tonight…….WE RECLAIM WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS! Now…….we have seen this enemy. All of us will go to war. Not all of us will return. Let it be known that you have given yourself to the greatest cause known to man. Let it be known, that the mothers and fathers of the fallen will celebrate your names throughout the eons of history.
<Fire cheers, Moose is still lost>
DM: Now, troops…….gear up…….thank your maker……..and steel your resolve. In moments, we go over the top…….
MHJ: Over the top of WHAT?
FW: Hush
DM: ……and we charge into the belly of the beast. We could not be more proud to lead you into battle.
<Davin tosses helmets to Fire and Moose. Fire straps hers on and is almost frothing at the mouth getting ready to go>
MHJ: It’s………you know it’s his cabin……..how is it possible that I am the sane one here?
<Davin looks at his watch, and things get quiet and tense. Davin looks at his watch and slowly puts the whistle to his mouth. The camera pans to Fire, who has an intense expression on her face, then to Moose who looks completely confused. Finally Davin must be happy with the time, and he blows the whistle and he and Fire scream TIOCHFIADH AR LA and charge toward the #10 (in orange) cabin, Moose follows behind them shaking his head>
Fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:09:31 GMT -5
*Davin and Fire burst through cabin #10, with Moose a few steps behind. It is, indeed, Davin's cabin, and not surprisingly, Samantha is there on the phone. She's not looking at the door but hears the noise.*
SDM: Ok, so I have you down for 10 right? Don't FUCK me. You won't like it if you do. Have the money where I...Just a minute, honey...where I told you. Do it.
*She clicks the phone shut, turns around and sees Fire and Davin laying waste to the cabin. Furniture is smashed, papers and clothes are ripped, and Davin just gave a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER to a lamp*
SDM: Uh...honey? What are you doing?
DM: *points the riding crop at her* WE are in a WAR of LIBERATION! NEVER AGAIN shall the NUMBER TEN or THE COLOR ORANGE OPPRESS US WHEN WE'RE THROUGH!!
SDM: Oh my God.
MHJ: *from the hall* I know, right?
DM: *looks around and surveys the damage* Oh brave warriors...Our battle is concluded. Today, we are victorious, but the war is not over. WE will FIGHT, STRUGGLE and OVERCOME all obstacles that prevent us from ridding the world of THE NUMBER TEN and THE COLOR ORANGE! We have waited too long...our CHILDREN have waited too long to see this tyranny felled once and for all! *he points the riding crop at Samantha again*
SDM: Where did you get that, anyway?
FW: It's mine.
SDM: Ah, I should have guessed.
DM: Soldiers? Are you ready to soldier on?
FW: SIR YES SIR!
MHJ: Whatever.
SDM: I can't believe you're doing this, Davin.
DM: That's the way Ten and Orange go.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:10:02 GMT -5
Fire and Moose are outside, and soon Davin comes flying out with them, since Samantha is throwing him out the door.
SDM: DO NOT TRASH OUR ROOM AGAIN. GO DO YOUR....WHATEVER THIS IS....SOMEWHERE ELSE!!
She slams the door and the 'troops' look at each other.
DM: Clearly, she has been compromised.
MHJ: Uh huh....
FW: We should beat her up. Find out who got to her.
DM: Let me converse with my lieutenant. *there's a pause while Davin talks to himself under his breath.* We don't think it's a good idea. We should head to our second objective.
FW: Yes sir!
Davin heads down the hall, in no apparent direction again, with Fire behind and Moose trailing. They end up at the Destroyitarium and Davin barges in. Outback Jack is there.
OBJ: *belch* that's Australian for...
DM: YOU! You have an accent.
OBJ: *blech* that's Australian for I don't have an accent, you all do.
DM: Whatever...prepare to surrender or die, Orangeman!
OBJ: *Beeeeeelch* That's Australian for I didn't go to Syracuse. I didn't even go to college --
The remaining denizens of the Destroyitarium, Spin Hansen, Dead, and a few others surround the three.
MHJ: I like these odds.
DM: Surrender or die, fascist limey bastard!! Bloody Sassanach!!! Ten Orange!!!
OBJ: Oh.....OOOOOOOOHHHH....I see what this is about. Look Davin...I'm not English. I'm Australian.
DM: You're.......so?
OBJ: So, my kin were evicted by the English. Kicked out all because my great great great...uh great ... grandfather stole some corn just so his kids could eat.
DM: Oh.....really?
OBJ: Yeah, they wrote a song about it....
FW: Don't.....really, don't....
Outback Jack produces a mandolin out of thin air and begins to sing in a surprisingly beautiful voice.
For the last chorus, the entire room is singing, in perfect harmonies and counter melodies as appropriate.
As the song ends, there's hardly a dry eye in the room. The silence lasts a while, then finally people begin to stir and blink fast, pretending that they all have allergies.
DM: Jack, I'm sorry. No one who could sing that song that beautifully could be in league with the evil powers of Ten-Orange.
OBJ: *Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeelch*...that's Australian for, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about.
DM: It doesn't matter, comrade....Team! Let's go....
The 'team' files silently out. Moose catches Fire's arm and pulls her aside
MHJ: Please tell me you aren't falling for all this....
FW: Don't be silly Moose. Eventually we'll attack a real person.
MHJ: Whew.....
FW: That'll show that pesky 10-Orange what for!
Fire smiles, winks, and catches up with Davin. Moose sighs and follows along.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:10:27 GMT -5
<Davin is leading the troops down the hallway, seemingly at random, looking for……well who really knows>
DM: Sergeant Fire, good job on not blowing Private Dead’s cover in the Destroyitarium
FW: SIR! He was doing reconnaissance work, I didn’t want to blow his hard work. He is one of us
<Finally Moose pulls up>
MHJ: Ok, ok, enough
DM: Sergeant Moose! What are you doing? The enemy lurks just ahead
MHJ: No, he doesn’t. At least, you have no idea if he does. But I know someone who does
DM: You do? And he is loyal to the cause?
MHJ: Yeah sure. Follow me
<Moose leads them through more of the ship and comes to a room guarded by two men holding Tommy guns in very nice, very expensive looking suits. Moose says something to them and they nod and step aside and let him, Davin and Fire in. When they walk inside, we see a man who looks like a much skinnier and shorter version of The Big Show sitting at a desk typing something>
MSSVOBSSAADT: Moosehead Jack, what can I do for you, on this, the day of my daughter’s wedding.
MHJ: Don Veto, as you know, we are on a……….mission…….and we seek the dreaded and terrible Orange TEN. We seek your guidance as to where we can find them
<Don Veto sits back and strokes his goatee for a moment, puffs on a Thompson Cherry Rum cigar and has a drink of rum and coke, then speaks>
DV: On this, the day of my daughter’s wedding, I will grant you what you seek. The enemy you wish to find is in Ric Flair’s Sub Shoppe. There you will find him, and you can do as you please. You have my blessing.
<Don Veto holds out his hand and Moose kneels and kisses his ring, then looks at Davin and Fire and they do the same. They get up and head to the hallway and regroup>
DM: He didn’t say WHO was in Ric’s, how do we know who is insidious Orange TEN?
MHJ: I guess we attack whoever is there
<Fade>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:10:46 GMT -5
DM: Lieutenant Veto said there is a high concentration of troops at this Ric Sub Shoppe. Ten is there. Orange is there. My brothers and sisters in arms...WE MUST BE THERE!
MHJ: Sounds like a plan.
FW: Sir, shall we proceed now?
DM: This battle is not like the others. Some of us may not return, and we all shall be changed forever. But WE shall NOT rest until The Color Orange and The Number Ten are vanquished. I will fight with my last breath to make sure that happens. ARE YOU WITH ME?!??!
FW: SIR YES SIR!
MHJ: Got nothing better to do.
DM: ONWARD!
*They march down to Ric's Sub Shoppe. Tyler Vangarde is eating a chicken club sub, and Ric is drinking some Tropicana. Flair sees them coming and blades before they see him*
RF: NO ONE MAKES ME BLEED MY OWN BLOOD, WOOOOOOOOO!! *he blades more*
*Vangarde looks up and sees the Army slowly stalking him. He doesn't look too concerned*
DM: See? Lieutenant Veto was right. There's Ric. Clearly he's in league with The Orange. And Vangarde. I always knew he was the enemy from the moment I laid eyes on him. Voltage may have bested me for Rookie of the Year in 2007...BUT THAT IS A #10 COMBO SANDWICH! TROOPS? CHAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!!!
*Firewoman smiles broadly as she advances on Ric and beats the ever-living shit out of him, punctuating the attack with a MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMP! Davin jumps on Vangarde and beats him down with what's left his sandwich before Diamond Cutting him through the table. Moose picks the bones, Heartpunching Ric and then Vangarde. They spend the rest of the time trashing the tables and chairs and then repeating the drill in the kitchen. They all step back and admire their handiwork*
DM: It's not over. It may never be over...but for now...THE. DAY. IS. WON!!!!
*There is a raucous cheer from the three*
DM: Soldiers, you are dismissed. Be ON alert for the insurgency going forward...but I've never been prouder than I am right now. AS YOU WERE!
*Davin marches down the hallway*
FW: I think...it's over.
MHJ: Y'know...sometimes? I hate you for making me do this stuff.
FW: Hey, we got to kick a little ass. Maybe we can do it again.
MHJ: Good point, sis. Buy you lunch?
FW: You bet. HEY RIC!
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:11:04 GMT -5
(The Wrath and Tytan are training for their title match and are going over some moves when all of a sudden a beautiful dark s skinned dark haired lady comes walking in.
Damn that flight was long.
Tytan: (Stops and smiles.) I thought you were never going to get here.
Woman: It's good to see you too.
Wrath: (Still looking surprised) Who's this?
Tytan: Wrath I would like you to meet our new associate and if you want to call her our new "Valet". This is Athena.
Wrath: She is the one that sent you the armor.
Tytan: Yes.
Wrath: She is the one that you have been talking to on the cell.
Tytan: Yes.
Wrath: Damn, I will say this Tytan you know how to operate.
Tytan: Thanks, but she found me.
Athena: Well, boys are we going to go back to training because you have some titles to win.
(Tytan smiles.)
Wrath: I think I am going to like her.
(FADE)
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