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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 14:20:02 GMT -5
OOWF Mid-Summer Night's Scream 4 Live! From Oranjestad, Aruba
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Alexander Darling vs. Firewoman
OOWF Intercontinental Title Fatal Four Way[/u] Moosehead Jack vs. Ravenna Blue vs. The Dead vs. Chris Evans
OOWF World Tag Team Title 2 out of 3 Falls Match[/u] Texpress vs. Salvation
OOWF Onslaught Championship Fatal Four Way[/u] Stan Fulton vs. Matt Folz vs. LD Williams vs. Spin Hansen
Poe & Aisha vs. Nothing Happened Stank vs. Outback Jack DDT vs. Concrete TG Ecosystem & Tyler Vangard vs. Dr. Infieri & Mr. E
Card subject to the attack of Van Der Sloot
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:05:53 GMT -5
Poe pulls Sydney into the Five's area and shoves her down into a corner.Poe paces back and forth, at a rare loss for words. A'isha comes into the room, almost as if stalking prey.Aa-T: Mama K? SW: Hello A'ish... A'isha slaps Sydney hard across the face.Aa-T: You left me! You were the closest thing I ever had to a mother and you left me! For HIM! A'isha slaps Sydney again and is about to a third time when Poe grabs her hand.Poe: Stop it. Stop it now. You need to focus right now... Aa-T: But... Poe: Go to your room. I'll be in shortly. We'll discuss this then. A'isha storms into her room and slams the door. Poe's attention turns back to Sydney.Poe: Where have you been? Sydney says nothing; just stares at Poe.Poe: Answer me! SW: Mallorca. I changed my name. Rafaela Sloan. Poe: I like Khadija better. SW: I don't care. Poe crouches down in front of her.Poe: There was a time when I wuold have hurt you. I would have ruined your life. Sydney stares daggers at Poe.SW: You already did. Poe: Did I? You would have been married off to some merchant who would have beaten you and made you a baby machine had it not been for me. I gave you a life most women from where we grew up could only dream. You threw that away. It was your choice, not mine. SW: You weren't going to marry me. I was a possessiom of yours. Nothing more, nothing less. Poe stands over Sydney and offers her his hand to help her stand.Poe: We will deal with our issues soon. But for now, a young girl who considers you a mother figure needs your help. You will help her prepare for Sunday. SW: What if she does not want my help? Maybe she doesn't need it... Poe: She needs it. But I'm sure she will make it difficult. Do not try any shenanigans while here, or you'll regret it. Understand? SW: Do I have a choice? Have I ever had a choice? Poe: When you do, you usually make the wrong ones. They both glare at each other. Sydney breaks the staredown first and heads to A'isha's room.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:06:21 GMT -5
*Moments Later*
Poe is sitting back in a chair taking deep breaths with ice packs wrapped around his ankle when he hears a commotion from out in the hallway. He takes a long deep breath before the door is busted open and a beaten and bruised Alexander Darling is standing there trying to be held back by security.
Alexander: Where is she Poe?
Poe slowly gets to his feet and walks over towards Alex.
Poe: You dare come to me and ask questions. After everything Boy, you think you have the right to know where my property is.
Alexander: She has never and will never be your property. Why can you not get that through your thick skull. Neither one of us are in the shape for a fight, but I will do it. You know that I won't give up.
Poe: I know that you think you're invincible, but we both know you can be broken and that I would love to do the breaking but I'm going to give you one chance to leave now before we cross that line.
Alexander spits a massive amount of blood in Poe's face.
Alexander: Fuck you and your lines. I'm not your little bitch anymore Omar and the sooner you realize this, the better off this company will be.
Poe: Oh Alexander boy, I know it may not seem like it, but I actually do realize you're no longer the same bitch you used to be but this has been 3 years in the making and you can not stop it from happening.
Alexander: I won't let you hurt her. Don't you get that?
Poe: I do and I will give you my word, I will not physically harm Ms. Wyld, but there are things that need to be handled.
Alexander: I'm not leaving without her.
Poe: I'm sorry, but you are.
Poe motions to the security guards holding Alex back...
This man is trespassing and threatening innocent people who happen to reside here. Handle it before I handle you.
The security guards silently nod before they taser Alex and drag him off towards medical
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:06:41 GMT -5
Sydney cautiously enters A'isha's room. A'isha is sitting on her bed, glaring at Sydney as she enters.
SW: I know you hate me...
Aa-T: You have no idea.
SW: Your father wants me to help you prepare for Sunday.
Aa-T: I don't need, or want your help.
SW: I have more experience at this then you. I've actually been in the ring with Alexis. Just training, but I understand her style a little bit.
Awkward moments of silence pass.
Aa-T: You were my Mama K. You left me for that N*Sync wannabe jerkoff.
SW: You don;t understand Alexander. There is a side of him...
Aa-T: I DON'T CARE!
Just then, they hear the comotion from outside. They open the door just in time to see Darling being tasered. Sydney covers her mouth as tears start to well in her eyes. She turns away and goes back into A'isha's room. A'isha stands in the door way and watches as Security drags his limp body away. Selena then rushes towards A'isha.
Sa-T: Did you see that?? I got back just in time! Don't tase me bro! Hahahahaha.
Selena sees Sydney in A'isha's room and her mood changes quickly.
Sa-T: What is SHE doing here??
Aa-T: Ask Pops.
A'isha goes back into her room, slamming the door in Selena's face.
Sa-T: Well...I WILL!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:07:01 GMT -5
Stank is seen leaving the local hospital heading back towards the HMS Tytanik. As he heads under a spotlight he finds himself face to with Dynamite Danny Taylor.
ST - What do you want newbie?
DDT just stares daggers at him.
ST- What mad I busted up your new friend Spin earlier?
DDT nods his head slowly in agreement.
ST- Well too bad, you don't really think you can replace me in D&D do you?
DDT stares daggers into Stank and mouths the word yes. A rage ignites in Stanks eyes and he lunges at DDT. Danny was prepared for this, but not the speed of it and catches a glancing blow to the head. He stumbles and Stank easily takes him down. Stank starts raining blows on DDT who catches his arm and goes for a kimura. Unfortunately for DDT, this isn't a match, but a brawl and Stank responds by spitting in his eyes. Stank follows this up by pounding DDT into uncounciousness.
ST (standing)- Dumb ass you really think you can take me out in a street fig....
Stanks words are cut off as he's struck hard from behind. He turns and is surprised to see Matt Folz standing there with a baseball bat. Folz lays into the allready injured Stank taking him to one knee and finally to the ground. Folz stops as DVD walks into the light.
DVD- See Stank you set Spin up for an ambush earlier, and DDT he would never do that so he challenged you like a man one on one. Me on the other hand I play by a different set of rules.
DVD hands a large wad of cash to Folz.
DVD- thanks for the assistance.
MF- for this price anytime.
Folz leaves as DVD turns back to the battered and bleading Stank.
DVD- See Stank the problem with the five is your stagnant and arogant. You are spouting the same nonsense and saying the using the same tactics over and over. Well news flash buddy, it's not working. Look around new blood is showing up daily, and they aren't intimidated in the least. The OOWF thrived before the five, is thriving with the five, and will thrive way past the time the five is gone.
DVD pauses considering his next words carefully.
DVD- Even your name shows your smallmindedness, You are only Five, the OOWF is legion.
With that DVD walks over to help the stirring DDT as OBJ and Spin come from the shadows.
Spin- Man wasn't kidding when he told us he had a plan.
OBJ (belches) that's australian for I think these guys will fit in just fine.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:08:58 GMT -5
Firewoman comes back to the ship with Lucky. She enters The Chamber.
FW: So, he seriously can't come.
L: Downfall publicity.
FW: Did you see that? It was horrible! It'll be canceled in like two weeks.
L: I know you're disappointed.
FW: I don't care....we only have a WEDDING coming up.....
Firewoman stops as she sees Poe sitting thoughtfully in the common area.
FW: Lucky...take my stuff in my room, and get the tub going.
L: Uh...you sure?
FW: Go.
Lucky goes, Fire walks up to sit across from Poe. They sit in awkward silence for a while.
P: So....finally in the ring together. Good match.
FW: Except the finish.
P: You took your eyes off the prize. You always do that. If you had just trained with me in Japan, I knew that was your one weakness.
FW: Really, don't.
P: No, just listen. Seeing...her. I realize how I've changed. I'm not the man I was then. I see how someone like you wouldn't want to be a part of that.
FW: Really.
P: Really.
FW: .....
P: ....
FW: Well...sometimes I'm too stubborn for my own good.
P: .....
FW: ....
P: Your independence is your strength. Just don't be so prideful that you don't listen to good advice.
FW: So, I take it you have some?
P: First....how did you find her?
FW: Who?
P: ....
FW: Oh.....Spencer Darling.
P: Really?
FW: Well, no...her girlfriend Ashley. That was the complete list of safe houses, at least the ones I knew about, that I gave you. But then Spencer let something slip on OOWF-TV, to make me think they had a new hiding place. So... I worked on Ashley.
P: Worked on?
FW: A lady never kisses and tells, Omar.
P: I see.
FW: Any idea where my brother is?
P: No. Although I think he did want to have a word with you.
FW: Sure...after the fun. Okay, well, I'll see if I can track him down.
P: Fire....
FW: Yeah?
P: Keep your focus Sunday. You can beat him. You ALWAYS could. You just can't let him get to you. I know your shared history, and he will use it.
FW: Let him. I hear what you are saying though. I'll be ready.
P: So.............is this what a truce looks like?
FW: *smirking* Let's not get carried away. We're never going to like each other.
P: True....
FW: But.....yeah....for now.
P: Namaste.
Fire leaves to go looking for Moose
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:09:17 GMT -5
*Stank pushes himself up onto his hands and knees and spits blood onto the ground. He looks up at Spin and Outback Jack and glares over at DVD and the slowly regaining conscious DDT. Stank chuckles as he struggles to one knee.*
Stank - So this is how you lead, Spin? You allow a non wrestling, rookie, fuck to hire Folz to attack me from behind, rather than come at me yourself? This is the new D&D model?
SH - Fuck you Stank.
Stank - No fuck you. I didn't lure you into an ambush. You came of your own volition. Nobody put a gun to your head. Not my fault you accepted the invite. Next time you'll know better.
*Stank rises to his feet and looks over at DVD attend to DDT.*
Stank - You going tell them the shitstorm they've now found themselves in or should I?
OBJ - Nobody is telling anybody anything, mate. You and I have a match come Sunday.
Stank - You gotdamn right we do. I suggest between now and then you inform Mr. DVD just who the fuck I am... and why he is not long for this world.
OBJ - And I suggest, mate that, you leave before Drink & Destroy... destroys you.
*Stank stares daggers into Outback Jack. The Aussie returns the look in kind. It takes everything in Stank not to get into it with all four men, numbers disadvantage be damned. But OBJ has provided the opportunity for Stank to walk away and Stank begrudgingly accepts, not before dishing out parting words thrown in DVD's direction.
Stank - You just made the biggest mistake of your short career rookie. I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but don't delude yourself into thinking anyone here can protect you. I'm going to fuck you up. That's a promise from me to you. I have made greater men bleed for less.
DVD - Yeah, Yeah, Blah, Blah.
Stank - Yeah, Yeah, watch your back motherfucker. You STILL won't see it coming.
*Stank stares death at DVD then walks away as the camera fades.*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:09:42 GMT -5
The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, where we see OBJ and Spin at the bar ordering drinks, while DDT and DVD sit at a table in the corner. Both men show the wounds from recent assaults, but seem to be in pretty decent spirits. DVD notices the light of the ninja cam, and turns serious as he addresses it.
DVD - This weekend at the PPV, my bro Danny faces the legendary CTG in one on one competition. We should be happy, this is a chance to test himself against a veteran of this company, but really we are kind of disappointed. You see Crete is not half the man he once was, the atmosphere of this place has worn him down, he goes through the motions, but he’s not even really here.
DDT nods his head solemnly in agreement.
DVD- And that is what you where starting to become Stank, stale, uninspired, a footnote in OOWF history. Since joining the Five you’ve taken a backseat to the ongoing drama of the Quinn’s, been a babysitter for Poe’s little harem, and worst of all a prop for Selena’s jewelry..
DDT nods his head sadly.
DVD- So if what we’ve done has lit a fire under you…….good. We wouldn’t want it any other way. To be honest Stank, you weren’t even on our radar. However circumstances have led us to a new alliance, and unlike you we take loyalty very seriously. If you attack one of us, it’s the same as attacking us all.
DDT visibly shakes with rage.
DVD- Now Danny is an honorable man, he’s gonna challenge you face to face. No group attacks, weapons, or hit’s from behind. Me I play by a different set of rules. Now you’ve warned that there will be retaliation. Well, I say bring it on. I expected that. It’s how the Five operates. I know I’m going to be hurt, probably even hospitalized. Wouldn’t be the first time, won’t be the last.
DDT sighs at this comment.
DVD- Three things to remember Stank, Pain is temporary, Chicks dig scars, and Glory lasts forever. You where glorious once, and you can be again. Keep that rage and anger and passion. To be the best you have to challenge the best. Stank you used to be the best, and we believe you can be again. One day you and Danny will meet in the ring, and when that happens win lose or draw we want it to be something the fans never forget. We didn’t ask to be involved in your battles with D&D, but we won’t back down either.
A smile crosses DDT’s face.
DVD- For now we will take a page out of our new friends playbook and get a drink, and as for the destroy, well you can always rely on Dynamite for that.
The camera zooms in on DDT’s face as he mouths the word boom.
(fade)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:18:22 GMT -5
*In the Destroyitarium, OBJ and Spin have joined DVD & DDT*
SH: Don't underestimate Crete.
*DDT nods*
OBJ: He may be off his game lately, but he can't be intimidated, and he's pulled out a lot of last-minute wins over the years.
DVD: We've been scouting him for a long time. DDT will be ready. Are you guys OK for your matches?
OBJ: It's not like I've got to do a lot of research on Stank.
SH: Same with me and LD. Folz, who the hell knows what he's going to do, but Fulton seems like he is what he says he is. Lets see how things go, and maybe we'll think about doing some more recruiting.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:18:48 GMT -5
FADE IN on The Crusher Stan Fulton sitting at a restaurant. The OOWF Onslaught Title belt is on the table next to him. The menu he is reading says "Iguana Joe’s."
As he sets the menu on the table a big sigh is heard from him.
"I am sorely disappointed in you, Matt Folz. All I hear from new friends on the backstage crew is you are stomping around saying I cheated to get this title. Au contraire, mon ami, I was awarded this here title fair and square per the Onslaught Title rules.
"There seems to be a recurring theme going on that ship of yours, which is why I choose not to place myself in that environment. I am spending most of my match winnings getting myself around to these venues on my own. For you see, Matt Folz, I am in control of myself. You and some of our fellow wrestlers do not seem to be able to control their urges... their rage. You could not control yourself and you lost the match and therefore this Onslaught title.
"My rage, however, is quite controlled. It is a deliberate, focused hate for you and your smugness. And my rage has garnered rewards. I have hurt you both physically and mentally. You suffer the physical wounds well. Though they are a giant target on you. How does it feel to breathe with sharp stabs of agony every second?
"And the mental anguish of having to walk to that ring Sunday night and wait while I walk to the ring with the Onslaught Title over my shoulder. Can you stand to see anyone but yourself champion? Will you be able to control your rage and pain long enough to think your way through this match?"
The server stops at the table
"I'll start with a side salad, ranch dressing, then have the Coconut battered shrimp with a Newcastle Brown Ale, please."
The server nods and backs away ninja-like taking the menu
"Now then, LD and Spin: we meet again, gentlemen. A truly epic battle we shall have once more. Though I hope you remember what I said about Folz and you, LD. He's already shown he can be bought to hurt Stank and therefore the Five. Outside of that, I promise to bring my best to the match as I know you both will. I promise nothing beyond that, however. I will do whatever it takes to hold onto this title.
"Why? Haven't I said that titles aren't in my short term goal list?
"Well you're right. I shall hold onto this title because you don't want me to, Matt Folz. Every time the ring announcers say, "and the current OOWF Onslaught Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton," you will hurt inside. Just inside those broken rib pieces lies a heart that churns with despair every time you look at me holding that title.
"So I shall hold it for a long while. I will become the longest reigning Onslaught champion in order that you shall not have it. I will test my mettle against any and all and come out victorious for the one reason of making you die a little inside every time my arm is raised in victory.
The server arrives with the salad and a refill of the water glass then departs.
"Well then. 'Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war' so to speak, eh? I shall see you three on Sunday night. Smooth sailing and all that I suppose. However, with the carnage that ship is experiencing I wouldn't imagine there will be much of that. And Matt, I plan on attacking your ribs. I'm sure that seemed obvious, but I thought I'd lay it right out there. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.
"Enjoy... the pain."
FADE OUT
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:19:06 GMT -5
*SFJ#5 walks into Stank's Cabin in the Chamber V array of cabins aboard the HMS Tytanik. Stank has just finished watching Drink & Destroys promos.*
SFJ#5 - Is it okay I come in?
Stank - Sure Isabella.
SFJ#5 - Wha-- HOW did you know my name?
Stank - Never mind that. I have something to say.
SFJ#5 - Okay.
Stank - You asked me who I am.
SFJ#5 - I did.
Stank - Well let's take that question and pose it to DVD. Who the fuck is he? I'm the longest reigning OOWF World Champion. The longest reigning OOWF Intercontinental Champion. I'm a six time OOWF Tag Team Champion. Two time wrestler of the year. My greatness is not in doubt nor should be questioned by the likes of some rookie. Who the fuck is he? What the fuck has he done? Let me give him my own list of three things HE should remember.
1.) Do not fuck with me.
2.) Do not fuck with me
and 3.) This is the important one so I hope he is listening.
Do. Not. Fuck. with. Me.
He thinks pain is temporary... he hasn't known it yet. And if DDT wants another ass whoopin he can challenge me his damn self. Tell him to come see me. He says I wasn't on their radar? They shouldn't have started shit with me then. What I did to Spin had absolutely Jack and shit to do with them. Spin wants to retaliate then tell him to come see me too. Don't hire Folz. And Folz... the last I checked you had your hands full with another rookie. I'll let what you did slide because I understand it was business. But make no mistake you don't want to make an enemy out of me.
Now.
Outback Jack. You're the vet. I expected better of you. Hell I expected worse. What I didn't expect is for you to go along with the shit your two rookies have gotten themselves into. So for that I'm going to take out my frustrations on you come Sunday.
Oh and one more thing DVD. You want to talk about lighting fires?
I got one for you.
Fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:19:33 GMT -5
(Ecosystem is wandering around on the H.M.S. Tytanik when he runs into Dr. Infieri.)
Dr. Infieri: Ah, Juni. Do you mind if I use informal language? It's such a pleasing day.
Eco: Indeed. Have you noticed we have a match against each other at the Pay-Per-View?
Dr. I: (surprised) I...I did not notice that. Well...rousing athletic competition, good for the soul and all that.
Eco: Of course. So long as it stays there. But let me make this clear to you, my good doctor.
(Eco suddenly corners Dr. Infieri against the wall.)
Eco: I know very little about this "Mr. E" fellow. I have my suspicions about the man, but I know very little. But so long as I am unaware of whose team he is on...I want to make sure you know whose team you're on. Is that clear?
Dr. I: Crystal. Crystal like a diamond.
Eco: I don't believe diamonds are--
Dr. I: And you know what they say about diamonds. "Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without." Socrates, as I recall.
Eco: Wrong.
Dr. I: Excuse me?
Eco: It's a quote commonly attributed to Confucius. Reminds me of another saying entirely: "A fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man with wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool." That's Joseph Roux, a French painter. Not particularly famous, mind you. But he has a better quotation: "When unhappy, one doubts everything; when happy, one doubts nothing."
(Eco backs off.)
Eco: Keep me happy, Doctor.
(Eco walks down the hallway some more and bumps into Dead.)
TD: Your boy is crazy.
Eco: He won you the match.
TD: We almost lost it.
Eco: Further proof I could use another friend with a cool head.
TD: As could I. I don't know if that friend is you.
Eco: Think I'm off a bit?
TD: That's the word on the street.
Eco: (laughs) Trust actions above words, Dead. You know this. Since you've returned, you've been attacked by supposedly upstanding and nasty-appearing men alike. Only one man has reached out to you, tried to protect you when you were being assaulted in the ring, helped you win matches.
That's me, Dead. That's without me asking anything in return. Remember that. And consider who your friends are.
(Eco walks off, leaving Dead thinking. He walks down to a door--a star on it says Sanctum. He knocks. Ravenna opens.)
Eco: You're alone.
Ravenna: What business is that of yours?
Eco: Gryfon is quicker to the door when he's here. Evans was on deck earlier. And since when does Alexis hang out in here?
Ravenna: I don't want to talk to you right now.
Eco: Because you're angry.
Ravenna: Yes.
Eco: With me.
Ravenna: Oh yeah.
Eco: Because you think I'm terrible and awful like The Five.
Ravenna: That's part of it.
Eco: Even though I tried to save Evans's ass a week ago.
Ravenna: And did shit-all when The Five attacked me.
Eco: After you jumped Moose.
Ravenna: Disproportionate response.
Eco: No shit. That's what they do. If you want me to fight back for you, I will.
Ravenna: I don't need or want your help right now.
Eco: Yes you do. What was the rest?
Ravenna: The rest?
Eco: You said my being like the Five was "part of it."
Ravenna: Oh yeah. You're obsessed with Fire. And your little lovesick puppy dog act left you lying last week.
Eco: I am not lovesick.
Ravenna: Why else would you be that suggestible and gullible?
Eco: ...I believe in what I'm doing?
Ravenna: What are you doing at this point? This company still constantly explodes into violence, and you're aiding and abetting it. Throwing yourself at Fire, letting that mad dog Tyler loose to kill CTG every other night--
Eco: Fine. I get it.
Ravenna: No, you clearly don't.
Eco: You need action. And you'll get it.
Ravenna: Don't bother.
(Ravenna slams the door in his face.)
Eco: (smirking) I look forward to hearing you knock on my door shortly, Rav.
(Eco reaches down to his belt--and removes a taser. He smiles and walks off.)
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:19:54 GMT -5
*Scheme Gene warily approaches Outback Jack in the Destroyitarium*
SG: Um, no offense, but, I was told to ask you about what Stank said...
*Outback Jack smiles, doesn't drink any beer, and Back of Beyond Jack takes over*
BOBJ: No offense taken, Gene. We somewhat agree with Stank, actually. The new guys might not want to fuck with him. Not because Stank will take offense. Stank takes offense easily. I think he has body image issues, between you and me. But, I digress. The reason why DVD should not fuck with Stank is that I will make it my personal business to drag Stank down to hell. Do I care about wins and losses? Do I care about belts, or if you prefer, titles? Sure, those are nice, but right now I care a lot more about what he did to Spin last week. I get Stank in the ring this weekend, and I will start to pay him back. Gene, I said start, because it will not be over after this match. We play hard and we play for keeps in the OOWF, but Stank crossed the line, and he's going to have a pissed-off Australian bastard looking to kick his ass!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:20:14 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland, Alexis, Samantha, Moonbeam and Olympic Gold Medalist, Dancing with the Stars Champion and America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson are all sitting around Moreland Cabin*
SFJ420: So, what do you think of your match this week.
DM: Who we got?
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Poe and A'isha.
AD: A'ISHA?!?!?
SDM: Geez. She wrestles?
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Yeah. Another raghe--er...person of Arabic descent who thinks they can wrestle.
SFJ420: You're really getting, like, better with that, man.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Whatever. America's Dairy Producers threatened to drop me if I continued with my...comments. Besides, I'm America's Sweetheart. I have an image to uphold.
DM: Whatever. You're still that intolerant, racist little sister to us.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Aww, that's sweet Davin.
DM: And, since we're being sweet, we're concerned.
SDM: About what?
DM: Well, not Poe. A 3-on-1 beatdown from us will be more than enough to put down that overrated hack.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Raghe-
SDM: SHAWN!
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Dammit, sorry.
SFJ420: So, like, what are you concerned about, dude?
DM: Well, we're concerned about A'isha.
AD: Why?
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Yeah, she's just another one of those-
AD: Don't do it, Shawn.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: This is hard. Like Selena trying to do math, hard.
SDM: Good one.
DM: Anyway, we're concerned that she's going to get hurt. Badly hurt.
AD: That's a legitimate concern. I might kill her myself.
SDM: But why do you care, honey?
DM: Because, when we get started, we're not going to stop. She has zero experience in the ring, and getting into the ring with three of the best wrestlers in the world is usually not good for one's health.
SFJ420: Three of you?
SDM: I'll explain it later.
DM: We mean, we've got no problem kicking the ever-living shit out of Poe. We've got more than enough reason to do that. How's the ankle, by the way?
AD: But she's just his daughter-
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Stupid Sand N-
SDM: Seriously Shawn.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: MILK DOES A BODY GOOD.
SFJ420: Mmm...yes it does.
AD: Get a room already.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: I am NOT a muff-diver!
SFJ420: Yet.
DM: STOP IT ALL OF YOU! We are concerned that in the process of beating down that overrated piece of shit Poe, that her daughter will get in the way. And we won't be able to stop ourselves from laying down some complete and total annihilation.
SDM: That sounds like an awesome tag team name.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Or what we should do to those pyramid living-
SFJ420: You should stop there.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Curses.
AD: Davin, are you going to have a problem wrestling A'isha?
DM: No.
AD: Are you going to have a problem beating her like a rented mule?
DM: No.
AD: Good. So this Sunday, we beat down the-
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Sand N-
AD: FATHER/DAUGHTER team, and take one more step toward our destiny.
DM: The OOWF World Tag Team Championships.
SDM: And for you...the Grand Slam.
SFJ420: Which will totally, like, solidify your place in history, man.
DM: Making Poe bleed will be fun. Making A'isha bleed will be disturbing, but necessary.
AD: That's the spirit.
DM: Do us a favor this week? Stay close. Stay away from those caped crusaders, ok?
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Stupid Retar-
SDM, DM, AD, SFJ420: SHAWN!
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Aw man..
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:20:33 GMT -5
[The Dead is standing a currently empty gym. He throws punches and kicks at a heavy bag as he speaks.]
Dead: It's been an interesting couple of weeks back, to say the least. But, I've gotta say it again, it feels damn good to be back.
[Dead throws a 1-2 combination into the bag.]
Dead: I came back because I was tired of being on the shelf. I was tired of having to sit on the sidelines.
[Dead throws two left jabs, a right cross, and an elbow into the bag.]
Dead: I sat back for months and watched this company change. I watched people I thought I knew turn on each other. I watched people wrap themselves up in their own silly ideals. And frankly...
[Dead snaps a hard kick into the bag.]
Dead: ...it made me sick to my stomach.
[The Dead stops to take a breather and turns toward the camera.]
Dead: I came back. I made a statement. By laying out that no-good Moosehead Jack and that faux-good Chris Evans, I showed everyone that, when focused, I can run through anyone.
Jack thought he ended my career. He sure as hell tried. Sunday, he gets one step closer to the end of his.
Evans has played the nice guy routine for a while, but now he, and Ravenna for that matter, have shown their true colors. They've hidden behind that "good guy" image for so long that some people forgot who they really are: Good for nothing suck-ups who talk about doing what's right, but in the end are the same kind of scum as The Five.
So Ravenna, Chris, and Moose...?
[Dead turns back to the bag and sends it flying off the ceiling with a CLOSE THE CASKET.]
Dead: ...see you on Sunday.
[Dead smiles and walks away.]
FADE...
...or so Dead thinks...
[The cameras turn in time to see Dead once again looking at the card Eco had given him before he heads out of the gym.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:20:52 GMT -5
Ravenna is seen leaving the Sanctum room, not long after Ecosystem heads off.
She spies a new and not terribly ninja-y cameraman. She walks up to him, a calm expression over her face.
RB: I want to talk to all those out there who think that Sanctum have changed their colors.
For months, I've let my team be beat on, attacked and insulted in the name of fighting legitimate and clean. My opinions on that have not changed. I still want clean wrestling matches. I still want the violence to stop.
But I'm also human. I am also tired of watching my team bleed so that the Five and any previously-retired wrestlers can come and make themselves feel better because they think Sanctum won't defend themselves.
We're not messiahs. We're not saints. Unlike Salvation, we never claimed to be either. Do I want to lead by example, of course. But do I want to constantly find the people I care about lying in their own blood because some wrestler thought we are an easy target? No.
Standing up for this cause does not exclude standing up for ourselves.
And to DVD, I apologize that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I hope you can accept my apology, but I understand if you do not. This confrontation had nothing to do with you and for that I am truly sorry.
Ravenna rolls back her injured shoulder and pauses a moment before speaking again.
RB: The word sanctum signifies a safe place. A place where one can come to get healthy and grow, to thrive amid uncertainty and chaos. And sometimes, you have to fight to keep people who depend on you safe.
I am human...but don't mistake me for a sucker, or a victim.
Speaking of, Moose, I will see you Sunday at the Pay Per View...and I expect someone to leave a winner. I am through being disqualified from a title I deserve to have a fair shot at.
And keep your boyfriend away from me, lest I finish what you stopped Fire from doing.
She turns and walks away from the camera.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:21:23 GMT -5
<Moose is in the Chamber watching Dead and Ravenna's promo with Jake>
JW: Some strong words from Dead
MHJ: The poor fool just doesn't get it. I hope he enjoys being back, I hope he gets all he can while he is still able to walk. Last time I put him out, I wasn't really TRYING to put him out, it just sort of worked in my favor. This time? Well he has already annoyed me, and that will not end well for him.
JW: You know Jack, you seem awful calm about this match considering you are facing two members of Sanctum. Kind of some bullshit booking by Rick if you ask me
MHJ: No, I asked for Evans to be included in the match
JW: What? Why?
MHJ: To test Ravenna
JW: I don't follow
MHJ: Evans is like a child. He looks for protection. First it was with Fire, then with Larson, now with Ravenna. He is a great athlete, but he needs the security of someone in his corner. He can't do it on his own. Ravenna, well as we know, she wants to save everyone. She has that weird caring instinct
JW: So, how will that factor into the match?
MHJ: Simple. Will Ravenna go for the kill if she has the chance? Think of what that will do to Evans to have the one person he trusts turn on him during the match and drive his skull into the mat. Will she do it? Ravenna claims that she has earned her shot at the title. We'll see this week won't we Ravenna?
And what if it gets a little physical? Are you ready to do whatever it takes to win? Are you ready to pin Evans? Are you ready to go toe to toe with me? You already know what I will do, what will YOU do sweet Ravenna? Will you hit me with a chair? Will you use any other weapons? Will you attack me from behind? A lot of things can happen during a match like this. What will you do Ravenna to win this title?
JW: I gotta say, she is spunky, she might surprise you
MHJ: Well Jake, you will be ringside to watch. That's ok with you, right Ravenna? This week, on the biggest stage of pay per view, Evans, Dead and Ravenna get their shot at glory. It would be a damn shame if they wilted under the spotlight.
A damn shame. Trust me.
<fade>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:21:45 GMT -5
Ravenna is seen again knocking on the door of Alexander Darling's cabin.
Junior Hale is passing by and stops her before knocking.
Hale: He's in medical, something about a taser.
She looks frustrated, but heads to medical. Alexander is getting a once over as she approaches. He looks over at her confused.
AD: You here to tase me too?
RB: What? No. I'm here to ask you not to jump to the rescue when Sanctum is trying take a stand.
AD: Hey, if you expect me to sit on my hands when Alexis is getting the shit beat out of her, you're crazier than I thought.
RB: Look, I get that you want to look out for her, but if we're going to be taken seriously as a stable, we can't have the big brother jump to our rescue at every turn.
Alexander hops off the exam table and looks at Ravenna.
AD: You don't understand it at all. When Lexie gets hurt, really hurt, there's a switch or something that just goes off. I can't stop myself. I want to make them hurt.
Ravenna takes a breath and calms down a moment.
RB: You confuse the hell out of me Alexander, you really do.
AD: Yeah?
RB: Yes. I hate what you did to Fire. It makes me sick. But you protect your sister...and that Sydney woman. I don't know what is going on in your head...but you seem to want to protect them. And I can respect that.
Alexander seems uncomfortable with the direction the conversation is taking. The mention of Sydney's name makes him cringe, his jaw set as he speaks.
AD: Look, I'm not sure what you want me to say to that. But I'll try and stay out of your business. Just remember, my family is part of your business now.
RB: Fine.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:22:05 GMT -5
*Fade back in*
After Ravenna leaves, Alexander is finishing getting checked out by medical and you can tell his mood is rapidly getting angrier and angrier. He finally pushes the medical people away and leaves the cabin before heading down a few hallways before getting to the Hallway of Random Encounters. Standing at the far end of the hall is someone not random at all...Firewoman.
Firewoman: Been waiting for you.
Alexander just snarls. And then he starts walking purposefully towards Fire.
So you want to do this here and now?
Fire makes the bring it motion and Alex bolts towards her and they meet and just start exchanging punches in the hallway. Alex is fighting with a ferocity we haven't seen in a while and Fire isn't one to back down and she's giving back just as good. But it seems as if the passion of Alex is winning the battle as he grabs Fire's arm as she throws a punch and he lands a vicious headbutt in return that opens the scar on Firewoman's forehead. He then goozles her and slams her against the wall.
Alexander: HOW COULD YOU?
And with each word Alex slams Fire's head back against the wall.
You knew and yet you did it anyway.
Firewoman is trying to fight back and is clawing at Alexander's face through the mask and trying to push him away.
Firewoman: *coughs* I didn't do anything you wouldn't have done for the advantage. So get *cough* away
Fire throws a knee that catches Alex in the gut and she charges at Alex and goes for a Thesz Press but Alex catches her in mid-air and slams her with a main event spinebuster on the concrete. Alex gets back to his feet and throws a few kicks into Firewoman's always injured rib area. Firewoman is trying to cover up but enough kicks are getting through and the damage is being done. She is finally able to grab Alex's leg and sweeps him off his feet. She kips up to her feet and quickly looks to lock his legs and goes for the CURBSTOMP but Alex shoves back and Fire goes flying through the nearest locker room door and it hits someone in the head. The Amnesiac pops out of the room holding his head.
*From far far off-screen* Eric O'Mac: HA!
Back to the fight and Alex is back on his feet and he spears Firewoman into the locker room and he's not done as he lifts her up...CRUCIFIX BOMB through the table. Alex kneels down beside Fire and whispers to her...
Alexander: *deep breath* You're right, I'd have done almost anything to become champion and I'll do almost anything to stay world champion. But there were some lines even I never would have crossed. You crossed it once again and this Sunday, I'm done remembering who you used to be to me. As long as you remember one thing Lisa...I am Alexander Darling, and well, you never have been and you never will be.
Alexander gets up and walks out of the room leaving Fire buried in the rubble of the table.
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:22:34 GMT -5
<Darling turns to walk away and Moose is standing there and BLASTS him between the eyes with a sledgehammer. Darling falls to the floor, blood soaking his mask. Moose kneels next to Darling and pulls his head back so he is looking him in the eyes>
MHJ: Sucks, don't it?
<Moose slams Darling's face into the floor and leaves him lying, he picks up the sledgehammer and walks over to Fire and helps her out of the wreckage of the table>
FW: Yeah.......thanks
MHJ: We should really talk, come on
<Fire and Moose leave together, leaving the champ on the floor>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:24:02 GMT -5
*Davin is WORKING OUT~! Moonbeam wanders in.*
SFJ420: Dude, people are, like, saying stuff.
DM: We noticed.
SFJ420: So?
DM: Fine. First off, Ms. Ravenna Blue. We saw that you decided to tell Alexander to back off. We realized that you forgot whose idea it was in the first place. In case you forgot, Alexis is OUR tag partner, AND she's Alexander's sister. The three of us are not going to stand idly by and watch scum like Fatty Fatty Fat Fat and Poe the [redacted] beat her up. If YOU aren't going to have her back, we sure as fuck will. YOU want her as part of your little group. YOU have to understand that there are others who have her best interests at heart as well.
SFJ420: Anything else?
DM: You're low on words today.
SFJ420: I'm jonesin' for some Nutter Butters, and this is cutting into my munchie time.
DM: Got it.
SFJ420: Well?
DM: Let's roll the video tape. Moosehead Jack...
DM: So Evans looks for protection from Evans? And they say WE are the crazy ones. Guess it's not just a Moreland trait.
SFJ420: You done?
DM: Yeah. Go.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:24:25 GMT -5
Matt Folz is working out, grunting, his ribs obviously still hurting as he tries to lift weights. Hayden Panettiere walking in, holding a mic.
HP: Ribs still hurting?
MF:Clearly, what's up?
HP: Nothing, just, you haven't promoed in a while.
Folz thinks, then nods and waves Hayden closer.
HP: Ok, cool. I'm Hayden Panettiere here with Matt Folz. Matt, to start, any comments on your recent attack on Stank?
MF: Stank himself said it: It was just business. I can assure him that I don't want him, nor the rest of his associates as enemies. Not out of fear, but just out of practicality. Why would I want to get in a 5 on 1 war with the most elite group in the company?
HP: What's your response to the recent comments by Stan Fulton?
MF (Laughing): Stan, Stan, Stan you have it all wrong. I'm not upset with the way you won the title, in fact I thought it was a brilliant plan. Show no wrestling skill at all, attack me week after week after week like a little bitch after the bell, and then win when I finally temporarily lose my temper and get DQ'd. Really it was a good plan. Just do me one favor, ok Champ? Go back and rewatch Wednesday's match, or for that matter ANY of our matches, and tell me when you were close to beating me by....you know.....outwrestling me. I'll give you a hint, you won't find any instance like that. So yes, congratulations, you proved me wrong and won the Onslaught Belt, I never thought you would. But next time I get you in the ring one on one, I guarantee that belt's going back to it's rightful owner. Enjoy it while it lasts champ.
Fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:24:43 GMT -5
E: I saw your promo. I gotta say, not only did you take the words right out of my mouth, you said them better than I last week.
R: Thanks Chris. I appreciate that.
E: And this Sunday, the Intercontinental title will belong to Sanctum.
R: No question.
E: I’ll let you know right now, though. We may be allies, but don’t think for a minute that I’ll let you take that title. You saw Wednesday’s match. I don’t give up that easily.
R: My thoughts exactly.
E: So, if I was in position to be pinned and you were able to make the cover, would you do it?
Ravenna is speechless.
R: I...
E: Wrong. While hearing me say this may come as a shock to Moose, the correct answer is, without hesitation, yes. It’s what I’ll be looking to do, and it’s what I expect from you. Got it?
E: Sanctum will continue on after this, win or lose, and my respect for you won’t change. But this Sunday, I’m out for blood, and I’m gonna come after you like I’ll come after Moose and Dead. For that match, there is no Sanctum. Only survival. And I intend to be the last man standing, even if I have to take you down to do it.
Ravenna gets into Evans’ face and they have a staredown.
R: Is that so? Well, I may just surprise you.
Evans then cracks a smile.
E: Now that’s what I wanna hear. I was just having a little fun with you. I don’t have any doubts that you’ll do what needs to be done. And with your reaction there, I can see we’re gonna be just fine.
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:25:25 GMT -5
We cut to a ninjacam watching Jake Walker in the bathroom....on the toilet, creepily enough. He steps up, pulls his pants up, and reaches for the toilet handle when--
*CRACK*
--He is hit over the head with a wrench and falls forward. A boot comes in to screen behind his head and--STOMP! Jake is FIRESTOMPED into his bowl of shit. The wrench then comes at the screen and the camera cracks.
FADE
Lights come back on with Jake coming to on a hard wooden floor, in an undetermined place on the Tytanikk. He is almost completely naked as Eco steps over him.
Eco: Sorry if I caught you at a bad time.
Walker: A bad time? What kind of stupid son of a--
Eco shocks Walker with a taser as he convulses.
Eco: I take offense to that statement, Jake--do you mind if I call you Jake? You know Jake, cursing is most appropriate for jocularity, and we have serious business to discuss.
Walker: I...twitching...I have no business with you.
Eco: You do. You have chosen to continue your torment of Ravenna beyond the bounds that any human being could stomach. This implicates me.
Walker: I'm sorry, what kind of hypocrite are you?
Eco: Maybe I am a hypocrite. Most of us are, you know. It makes us nothing but repentant sinners. There are only a few men who are not hypocrites, Jake. They are the ones who are so depraved, so evil, so beyond help that they regret nothing.
I am a hypocrite. You, Jake Walker, are not a hypocrite.
Eco sets up his taser once more, and shocks Walker with the electrodes again.
Eco: You know, Jake, the doctrine of hell used to bother me.
But then I read a little book that changed my mind a bit. The Great Divorce. Do you know it? It's by C.S. Lewis. You probably know him as the man who wrote the Chronicles of Narnia. I, on the other hand, know him as a great apologist. You should read Mere Christianity, Jake, it's a damn fine piece of work.
Anyway, the book speaks of the divorce between heaven and hell--a reference to William Blake, of course. He speaks of the denisens of Hell as primarily both given a free choice between heaven and hell as well as confined for all eternity. The idea is that some men and women are so absolutely incapable of letting go of the evil and sin in their lives, that they have allowed their sin to become so essential to their being, that they could not and would refuse to repent even with the eternal paradise of heaven in front of them for the scope of all eternity.
They are not sentenced to torment in a way external to their being. They choose torment because they could not do otherwise. And however the denizens of Heaven may try to make them change, they remain unrepentant, disconnected from the Lord.
By your actions and words, Jake, I believe you to be one of those men. It may be misguided on my part to judge you as so much further gone than Moose or the lot of them...but I think I'm right. I look at those men and women, and I see love for family, commitment to some sense of justice, something that redeems them, some kind of light inside, dim though it may be. But for you...the man that returned simply to torment the women who he made suffer so...I see no such light.
So I borrowed this.
Ecosystem removes the fateful night from before. A weak Jake reacts, but Eco kicks him hard in the face, bloodying his nose. Eco drops down and puts the knife to Jake's throat.
I could do it, Jake. I won't. But I want you to know I could have.
Now you're probably laughing on the inside now, right Jake? "Eco's just like those weak do-gooders. He can't finish the job." So let me assure you of this....the job will NEVER finish.
So long as you torment Ravenna, as you continue your psychological torture with no rationale absent sadism...I will make this company Hell on Earth for you. And each week, it will only get worse....until you either stop tormenting or stop breathing.
Eco gets up and begins to walk away. Jake begins to snicker, despite himself. Eco stops short.
...You still don't believe me, do you? For the better. It is as the first letter of John says, 3:18 "Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth." And so actions are preferred.
Eco takes the blade and puts it to Jake's flesh. Jake looks at him skeptically--until he cries out in pain as Eco slowly, painfully, begin to flay the skin off of his leg. Walker screams.
Eco: Hush, will you? Cutting off precisely enough to avoid major blood loss is a difficult task. I wouldn't want you passing out and not feeling--
A sharp cut. Walker screams again.
every--
Cut. Howl.
inch--
Cut. Shrieking.
of--
Eco begins on the left leg, leaving the ring leg perfectly flayed with flesh strips taken off.
flesh--
One long strip. Jake's scream is ear-piercing.
taken.
Eco then takes out a bag of tacks. He pours them out on the floor and picks up Jake's torn and exposed right leg, SLAMMING it down into the tacks. He picks up the other, same SLAM.
JW: breaking Just...stop...no....
Eco: Jake, you don't want me to stop. (producing a remote.) Let me remind you what you want.
Jake: ...you...
Eco: See, Jake, this is why you really must read Mere Christianity. Every human being does, at some level, understand the Moral Law. You understand justice, and you understand what is required for you.
You must die. And should it be required of me, I will kill you.
Eco takes the strips of flesh and suddenly shoves them into Jake's mouth, forcing him to swallow.
Eco: A sad attempt at Eucharist, if I've ever seen one. This is your body, no one else's, which has been given up for your sins. Eat this, in memory of tonight.
Eco begins to draw the blade along Jake's torn legs.
JW: M...Mer...no...
Eco: Mercy? You are permitted.
Eco drives the knife into Jake's leg. Jake screams at an incredibly high decibel level before passing out in pain.
Eco: Now then. Is there a camera in here?
Eco turns around, and appears to spot the one we view him through. He walks to it, carrying a large piece of Jake's flesh.
Eco: Dear Moose. I expect this won't please you one bit. You may take action as you like, but my problems with you are in many ways separable from my problems with this man. The question is of motive.
But this man has unhinged me. And Moose, you know very well..
Eco holds up the piece of flesh.
Eco: ...how dangerous I can be when I'm unhinged.
Eco takes a bite of Jake's flesh as we...
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:26:09 GMT -5
Eco is stalking away when he hears golf claps.
FW: And back to the dark side you go.
Eco: Not now.
FW: Oh, so we get to have our little soul searching chats when it's convenient for you, regardless of my mood. But when it's the Messiah that needs saved it's all 'not now.'
Eco: Turning very quickly on Fire You are not my favorite person right now. Not even close.
FW: No, obviously not. I'm at least higher up on the list than ol' Jake there, so I'll take that as a win.
Eco: Not by much. So really. I was just a place holder? Why did you need me to set up your little plan? Why not get ... I don't know, anyone.
FW: I could give you all sorts of reasons here, Juni. I could say it's because you are the only one who would be able to hang with Alexander in the ring. And that might be true, or at least partially. I could say it was because of what I said, that Moose would have wanted me to pick him, and that would have ended badly. Which also is partially true.
Eco: If by 'partially true' you mean 'lies.'
FW: Juni, Juni,.....the best lies are made up of mostly the truth. No, the real reason, Juni? The real reason that I did it....... Juni, you intrigue me. One minute you're preaching salvation, which I admit....it attracts me.........Then the next I catch you in your second act of cannibalism since your return.....so you intrigue me, Juni.
Eco: Your point?
FW: My point, Juni, is I did it just to see if I could.
Eco: ......You kidnapped a woman out of hiding, and presented her like a prize to the one thing she feared most. And you put me in as your distraction.
FW: Isn't that what you're all about though? Confronting your demons? I was just helping her confront hers.
Eco: You USED me!!!
FW: Did I? I didn't hold a gun to your head, or threaten to end your career. There was a whole lot of free will going on. So think on that, Messiah. And it took me very little time and effort to do it. Maybe there's a lesson in there somewhere about your illusions of control.
Eco: You teaching me a lesson......
FW: Why not? I've learned from you.
Eco: *scoffing* And what would that be?
FW: *shrugging* I just did something I swore I'd never do. I made peace......tentative, but peace.....with my worst nightmare. I wouldn't have considered that before.
Eco:........
FW:.........
Eco: ......Sorry, I'm not in the mood for congratulations. And I don't believe a word your saying.
FW: *smiling* It's okay, Juni. You will. You just have to accept my basic nature.
Firewoman touches his hand gently.
FW: You'll never make a saint of me.
Ecosystem nods, and Firewoman walks away.
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