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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 3, 2011 15:29:54 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From San Juan, Puerto Rico
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Firewoman vs. Ecosystem
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Ravenna Blue vs. Moosehead Jack
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Spin Hansen vs. Matt Folz
Nothing Happened & Alexander Darling vs. Salvation
Texpress vs. Poe & Stank
Stan Fulton vs. LD Williams vs. Chris Evans
Mr. E vs. Concrete TG vs. Dr. Infieri vs. The Dead
Outback Jack & Danny Taylor vs. TBA
card subject to Invader homicide investigation
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 13:58:31 GMT -5
Stank, LD Williams, Moose and the New OOWF World Champion Firewoman are celebrating in Chamber V when they hear applauding from the doorway. They look up to see Matt Folz clutching his injured ribs, but applauding and stepping inside.
MF: Wow, you think with Fire world champ now, you'd get some lock on that door or something. This is what, the 3rd or 4th time I've walked right in here?
MHJ: Can we help you Mr Folz?
MF: Relax, I'm here in peace. I have no interest in getting into a 4 on 1 fight here. I just want to congratulate the new champ and talk to her a bit.
FW: Let him in.
MF (extending hand): First,congratulations. You absolutely deserve this belt and you'll be a great champion.
FW (Shaking hand warily): Thanks, anything else?
MF: As a matter of fact, yes. (placing what looks to be a contract in Fire's hand)
FW:What's this?
MF: That is a contract I've already signed, you can fill in the rest. Date, Location, Stipulations, Referee, Time Keeper, who's working the concession stands, whatever you want. I just want ONE shot at that belt. The only thing I put in that contract is that for 2 weeks leading up to the match: I can't touch your associates or you, and you can't touch me.
FW: And why would I Possibly agree to this?
MF: Besides the fact that I'm willingly giving you carte blanche? Let me ask you something: When's the last time you beat me?
Fire just glares through Folz as he continues.
MF: Face it, I don't think draws in our last two matches 'sparkles' with either of us.
Look, you're under no obligation to sign that contract. If you want to tear it up right now, that's your right, there are certainly more higher ranked contenders than I. But, if you're the competitor I think you are.... One more time, let's have a definitive winner between us. You beat me clean and I go away, I won't ask for a rematch. I manage to win? You get a rematch the immeadiate next show. Think about it. Either way, congratulations, I'll let you get back to your celebration.
Folz turns and walks out of the room as we Fade.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 13:59:01 GMT -5
Firewoman follows Folz into the hallway, with her sparkly new belt on her waist, where it belongs.
FW: HEY....
MF: Yeah?
FW: So what makes you think you need a contract to get a shot?
MF: Huh?
FW: You think I need a piece of paper to tell me when and where to defend this?
MF: Well...
Fire backs Folz to the wall.
FW: Any time, any place, any where. You think you're ready, you step on up.
MF: You sure?
FW: Plan on addressing that very thing with GM the Rick tomorrow a.m.
MF: I see.
FW: But for now, we are headed out for the celebration. You coming?
MF: Huh?
FW: You've helped the Five with many things the last year or so.
MF: So this is my reward? Sorry, those were jobs, and jobs only, and payment is was made. I don't want or need anything.
FW: *calling over her shoulder* Never mind guys....Folz isn't interested in the strip club.
MF: Hey...wait.....maybe....
FW: They have a shower stage.
MF: ....
FW: ....
MF: I'm there.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 13:59:21 GMT -5
For some reason, we're viewing a computer screen. We see a Yahoo account, but the two names in the "To" box are too fuzzy to read. We see mysterious hands type:
Dudes, have you seen this?
07/28 - MidWeek Mayhem - OOWF vs. WWE Wedding Extravaganza! - Las Vegas, Nevada
I say it's reunion time! Let's get the band back together! You guys can shack up at my place. No problem!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 13:59:38 GMT -5
(Salvation as in the Tag-champions are celebrating. SFJ shows up.)
SFJ: Tytan, you did what you said what you were going to do care to comment?
Tytan: First I would like to say congrats to Fire. Anytime you want to dance again I will be ready. Second Texpress anytime you want that rematch we are here. But the landscape around here has changed and the saviors of the tag.division have made it possible. And finally Wrath you have come a long way and you have become a good soldier. Now I need to go its time to celebrate.
Fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:00:14 GMT -5
FADE IN on a dark room; there's a single light on though it doesn't throw much illumination. The camera pans around the room looking for the source of a low, throaty laughter coming from the darkness.
The camera finally finds the laughter coming from The Crusher Stan Fulton. He is sitting in the back corner, still in his ring gear holding a white towel to the back of his head while he laughs. As he pulls the towel away from his head, the towel is shown covered in what can only be blood.
"Congratulations on your win, Spin Hansen. I hope Outback Jack is okay. And I would like to take this opportunity to claim my title rematch on Mayhem from Jamaica.
"Second. LD Williams. My hat, or towel in this case, off to you for the devastating crossface. If I was in my right mind I think I could have made the ropes but that was not to be.
"Finally we come to Matt Folz. I salute you, sir. You managed to cheat the title off of me. And all while you're collecting bounties left and right, challenging for the OOWF title and going to strip clubs. A true mercenary. Exactly what makes you think you deserve a World Title shot when you’re having trouble with an OOWF rookie? The arrogance is appalling. But that’s what I hate most about you, Folz: your arrogance.
“You think you’re better than everyone else… that everyone not named Matt Folz is a curtain jerker. You are mistaken, my good man. I took that Onslaught Title away from you through planning and guile. You took it from me by a shot to the back of the head.”
Fulton looks at the bloody towel, shakes his head, and then drapes it over him like a hood.
“But I cannot hate you for that, Folz. For that actually showed that you are afraid of me. You were convinced, after our battles of late, that neither Spin nor LD would be able to defeat me without your interference. Oh, you’ll blather about revenge and my weight and other petty insults, but deep down you know. That all encompassing arrogance no longer is total. There is a fracture there where the seeds of doubt have been sown. Soon these seeds will sprout, grow and further fracture your walls of ego.
“Soon, Matt Folz, soon you shall realize that you are no better than anyone else. You are not the supreme wrestler in this company. Perhaps that title lies with Firewoman now. And by the way, congratulations Firewoman on your title victory. May your reign be long and prosperous. Also, congratulations to Ravenna Blue on your IC title and to Salvation for your tag team titles.
“But there will be no glory for you in this company any more, Matt Folz. There will be no accolades, no titles. There will only be pain. You have an Onslaught Title match in two days against Spin Hansen. Why you were given the first shot at his title is for powers beyond me to dwell on. Only know this: you will not succeed. That is my promise. For while you dream of World Title shots and bouncing breasts, I dream of taking my axe handle to your skull repeatedly until it fractures and your brains ooze out over my boots. Perhaps this “violence in the air” others have talked about truly exists for I feel it. Though I have kept myself apart from the others so as not to succumb to that, I despair that my brief contact with this company has affected me. I only want your broken body laying at my feet while your blood drips off my hands.
“But I will not resort to cheap shots backstage. I will do this where you cannot hide and claim it did not happen. I will do this inside the squared circle in front of all the OOWF fans. As a famous Scotsman, played by a Frenchman, once said, “There can be only one.” For the two of us, Matt Folz, that is a truism. For one of us will not walk away from our next encounter. I am prepared that it may be me. For I hold no aspirations beyond this. You, however, do not appear to be focused on our next go-‘round. This shall be your undoing.
“I go now to handle one other task before Wednesday’s Mayhem. But remember, Matt Folz: you will pay in blood.
“Enjoy the pain.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:00:36 GMT -5
Mr. E is sitting in a dark closet with a single light bulb giving a dim light to the area.
I hope Moose doesn't mind if I use his closet. I haven't been given an official interview area.
Welcome to Mr. E Presents...
Wrestlers, by trade, are a diverse group.
You have your brawlers, you have your technicians, you have your high flyers. You have those who've studied years of martial arts and those who grew up on the streets, learning their trade in bar fights. You have wrestlers who have applied their craft all over the world and wrestlers who have never left their country. You have some wrestlers who are chock full of personality and others that have no identity.
But out of all of the stereotypical wrestlers, there is only one Mr. E.
You see, I have a four way match this week at Mayhem. "Management," it seems, thinks that I want to slum it in the low card my entire career, but at least I have some suitable competition this time around.
I've grown tired of teaming with the Dr. Infieri. We have all heard stories of successful tag teams that we're just thrown together at random. That was never going to be me and the doctor. I'm not interested in teaming with someone unless it benefits me. What benefit did that team do me? Does it look like I want to go in the OOWF History books as a lesser talented IHOP, Revolution XX, or RabbxtFire? And yes, I know my OOWF history. That's a negative ghost writer. Which is exactly why I acted the way I did at the pay-per-view. Did I seem uninterested? Yes, I did. Did I not interview before the match? That's right. Why? Because I was uninterested in any part of that short lived team.
So, Wednesday night, I get to prove my worth, not only to the Doctor, but also to a former OOWF World Champion Concrete TG and also another fierce competitor The Dead. The mystery will soon be over - and I will emerge victorious. That's one thing you won't have to wonder about any longer.
This was Mr. E Presents...and due to contractual obligations to using this room, I must tell my opponents this week...trust me.
The light bulb goes off. Fade out.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:00:56 GMT -5
Sydney Wyld enters a stairwell at Horacio E. Oduber Hospital in Oranjestad carrying a towel. She goes to the top floor and in the corner she sees Poe, kneeling on a towel, looking lost. She lays the towel next to him and kneels on it.
SW: It has been a long time since you've done this isn't it?
Poe: I think I've forgotten how.
SW: I guess you're lucky I'm here.
Poe: Why ARE you here?
SW: Firewoman practically kidnapped me. I really should press charges...
Poe: I meant here. In this hospital. Here with me right now.
SW: Despite our difference, I still think love A'isha, whether she wants me to or not. I will be here for her.
Poe: And me?
SW: You...
Sydney sighs.
SW: I still love you Omar. Part of me always will. Part of me will always remember you as that five year old boy who protected me from the bullies in the neighborhood. But I can not forget Japan and after. Part of me will always hate you as well. And I can not help but fear what you may have planned now that you have me here.
Poe: I have nothing planned.
Sydney snickers.
SW: I doubt that seriously.
Poe: I've never lied to you, Khadija. There was a time I would have revelled in making you suffer. That time has since past. Right now, my only reason for living for so long is laying broken in a hospital bed, and there's nothing I can do...but sit here...and pray to a god I have all but forgotten.
Sydney looks as if she may reach out to Poe when the door opens. Dr. Van Nistelrooy comes in.
DVN: Ah, Mr. al-Takriti, I found you. The young brunette who keeps singing and annoying the nurses told me you'd be here.
SW: Selena knows you well...
Poe: How is my daughter?
DVN: It could have been worse. She did suffer a few broken ribs, floating ribs. One of them did pierce her lung, but it is a minor puncture and will heal quickly. But that is why she was coughing up the blood.
Poe: Any other problems? You know...future problems...
DVN: No, everything else will be fine. There is bruising and minor internal bleeding, but she will be fine ina matter of days for that. The ribs will take a bit more time, but I see no complications arising as long as she takes the proper precautions.
Poe: Thank you doctor.
Selena bursts through the stairwell door.
Sa-T: Didja find...HEY!
Selena hugs Poe, but then glares at Sydney.
Sa-T: What are YOU doing here?
SW: I was praying to Allah.
Sa-T: I'm about to pray Allah ya face!
Poe quickly grabs and restrains Selena.
Poe: Now is not the time for this.
SW: Trust me, there will never be a time for that, little girl.
Poe shoots a dirty look at Sydney.
Poe: Khadija, when we arrive in San Juan...Doctor, can my daughter travel by Tuesday.
DVN: I would wait as long as possible, but if you need to leave by Tuesday and she takes precautions while traveling, things should be fine.
Poe: Great, as I was saying Khadijah, when we arrive in San Juan, we will discuss the marriage contract I have been holding over your head.
SW: Kinda seems moot...
Poe: In San Juan, Khadija. In San Juan.
Sa-T: *sings* I like the city of San Juan. *pointedly at Sydney* I know a boat you can get on!
Poe carries Selena over his shoulder as he follows Dr Van Nistelrooy out of the stairwell. Sydney is left alone to pray. Before she does, she looks at Poe's towel that he left behind.
SW: He still didn't do it.
Sydney sighs, takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, leans her head back and begins to pray.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:01:20 GMT -5
The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium where we see a battered but breathing Outback Jack sitting alone at a corner table. DDT walks over and places two fosters in front of OBJ and tilts his head with a look of concern on his face.
OBJ pounds one of the foster - (belches) That's austrailian for I'll survive. Wasn't my first rodeo ride, won't be my last mate.
DDT nods his head in understanding. DVD walks over to the table and plops in the spot next to DDT.
OBJ - You shouldn't be walking around by yourself mate, Stank wasn't kidding when he said you started a shitstorm.
DVD - yeah, but he also said I wouldn't see it coming right? So what's the point of worrying about something you can't predict and can't prevent?
OBJ lets out a bellow, and even DDT smirks slightly at this. As this is occuring Spin Hansen walks over to the booth, the Onslaught title slung over his shoulder.
Spin - I hope it's my title win that has everyone in good spirits. (pats the title)
DDT and DVD give spin a round of applause as OBJ raises a beer to him.
OBJ - congratulations mate.
DVD - And on that note I've got the card for next week, Spin you've got Folz.
Spin - No rematch for Fulton?
DVD - Looks like he wanted to wait a week, maybe he thinks Folz will take it off of you so he can take it from him.
Spin - Not if I got anything to say about it.
DVD - Meanwhile, (points to DDT) You and Jack are teaming up.
OBJ - Who do we have?
DVD - To be announced.
DDT frowns about this visibly upset.
DVD - Sorry big guy I know how you like to study opponents beforehand bu....
OBJ (cutting DVD off) - No worry mate this is a good thing.
Spin - Yeah, you wanted to learn from us consider this a first lesson. Don't always rely on skill.
DDT looks confused at this.
OBJ - Your skilled, you got the MMA thing, some pretty decent throws, but your methodical, and that can become predicitable.
Spin - Sometimes emotion can play just as big a part as skill. Me and Jack we aren't always the most technically sound guys in a match, but when it comes time to brawl, can't match us in emotion.
DDT nods his head in understanding.
OBJ - At the PPV Stank put a hurting on me that has me a little bit angry, that anger has to go somewhere. Don't worry about who our opponents are, but what I might do to them.
DDT smiles.
DVD - So we keep up the training and whoever shows up we take it to them the D&D way, I like it.
Spin - But for now we celebrate a title victory.
DVD - Sounds like a plan (motions to the bar) Hey barkeep, six fosters and an appeltini.
Spin - Appeltini? Kind of a girly drink isn't it.
DVD - What can I say their the big guys favorite. (smirks)
Spin and OBJ break into laughter as DDT's face turns beet red.
(fade)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:01:55 GMT -5
** “The Crusher” Stan Fulton is walking down a hallway with his newly-won title over his shoulder. He suddenly pitches forward as a barbed-wire baseball bat slams into the back of his skull. He staggers, but stays on his feet and turns around. L.D. Williams kicks him in the stomach and KILLS him with a Canadian Destroyer! Williams stands over Fulton and drops the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Title belt onto his chest.**
LDW: “Attacking me from behind I can forgive - it’s kind of the point of that title. But, three things you should have realized. One, I wouldn’t bring the title with me going out. Two, I wouldn’t carry it in a knapsack. Three, the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal title belt isn’t pink. So, you can have this one - good luck being a target, by the way - and I’ll take Selena’s Pretty Princess belt and give it to her when we visit the hospital on the way to the club.”
**Williams starts to walk away, but turns back.**
LDW: “Oh, and Stan, you might want to do some research into what happens to people who cross me. Using me to send a message to Folz was a very very bad idea.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:02:19 GMT -5
*Davin is at the AIRPORT~! hoping to take in a day or two in St. John before hopping the puddle jump to San Juan. He and Samantha are there, but SPRINTING after them are Moonbeam and Olympic Gold Medalist, Dancing with the Stars Champion and America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson. Shawny J is running with a mild but noticeable limp*
OGMDwtSCASSJ: WAIIIT!!!
SFJ420: Yeah! What she said!
DM: Why?
SDM: What is it?
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Do you have any comment on the accidental spearing the rag---er--wonderful young lady?
DM: Accidental? That's what we're going with?
SFJ420: Well, it WAS an accident, right?
DM: Hell, we got DQ'd either way, we might as well take credit for it. We did it once, and we'll be more than happy to finish the job given another opportunity.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: So it wasn't an accident?
SDM: I think he's saying
DM: We...
SDM: Ok, fine. I think THEY are saying it was an "accident".
OGMDwtSCASSJ: See? This is why I like you.
DM: Oh, THIS is why. Not because we gave you the jacket, right?
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Ok, well, that didn't hurt.
SFJ420: So, like, what about this week?
DM: The 4 on 3 handicap match?
OGMDwtSCASSJ: *whispers to Samantha* How long is he gonna do this for?
SDM: No idea.
SFJ420: Um, sure, let's call it that.
DM: Davin Moreland is looking forward to a week off. We think maybe the Darling Twins can do the heavy lifting this week. Besides, we're guessing Alexander wants to beat some people up.
SDM: Good guess.
DM: Ok, let's go. You guys coming?
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Yeah! Sure!
SFJ420: Hmm, I'm going if she's going.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Ok, EW when you do that. EWWWW I say!
SDM: So much for relaxing
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:02:45 GMT -5
(The members of Salvation are sitting around a table enjoying a feast.)
Tytan: tonight we enjoy are victory. Then we will prepare for Mayhem
Athena: Gentlemen you keep winning matches in that fashion there will be pleanty more feasts like this. Feasts for warriors.
Wrath: I can enjoy this.
Tytan: The way that crowd chanted your name. How did that feel?
Wrath: I enjoyed it.
Athena: And you did it the right way. You battled and won honestly.
Tytan: A way of true Salvation. Just like Ravenna she earned her victory. Honor is coming back too the federation. Our way does work.
Wrath: Speaking of work it seems you have some to do.
Tytan: With Eco?
Wrath: No that turkey leg!
(They laugh as the camera fades.)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:03:08 GMT -5
Selena is sitting against a palm tree, watching the sun set. her attention alternates between the sunset, the ocean, and her hand, still with some blood from A'isha on it.
Sa-T: Out, damned spot; out, I say. One, two - why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeared? What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account?
Selena looks back to the sunset.
Sa-T: Things are gonna get much much worse...
Selena finally looks into the camera with a grin.
Sa-T: ...for them.
OOC: Verse lyrics from The Tragedy of MacBeth by William Shakespeare (Act 5, Scene 1) and from "Serenity" by Joss Whedon.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:03:35 GMT -5
<Chris Evans is walking down the corridor of the ship heading to his room when the lights flicker a little. He stops and turns around and Moose charges out of nowhere and BLASTS him in the face with a barbed wire bat.>
MHJ: You want to cost me my title? Let's play Cubbie
<Moose pulls Evans to his feet and DRIVES him to the floor with a pile driver, then takes the barbed wire bat and rakes it across his head, leaving several deep bloody gashes. Moose gets to his feet and lands a couple of kicks to Evans ribs. Evans is writhing in pain, bleeding and coughing. Moose stares at him for a moment snarling in rage, then reaches down and runs his fingers across Evans forehead getting them good and bloody. He flips Evans over on his back and does something but we don't see what. Moose looks at the camera, and we see blood dripping off his fingers>
MHJ: You wanted a war Ms. Blue? You have no idea what you have started. Trust me.
<Moose grabs his bat and walks away, the camera pans down and we see "RAVENNA" written in blood running down Evans chest>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:04:17 GMT -5
Ecosystem walks along the corridor carrying a knife with dried blood and comes across Chris Evans, laid out.
Eco: The fuck?
Eco whips out a smartphone and sends a quick text. He bends down and looks at the word "Ravenna" with wide eyes as Evans turns over. Evans jolts back in surprise.
Eco: Wha--(looking down to his knife)--oh no, not for you, not for you. Who--
Evans: Who do you think?
Eco: Moose?
Evans: Got it in one. (He groans, and pushes himself up, though he stumbles for a second.)
Eco: May I help you?
Evans: No. You're not helping me. You shouldn't be trying to help anyone.
Eco: I-I have a present for Ravenna.
Evans: ...Excuse me?
Eco: A present. I want you to give her a present for me.
Eco and Evans both look down at the long knife. Eco moves to hand it to Evans, but the Lionheart pushes off.
Evans: His knife? Really?
Eco: It's reclaimed. It's hers now. It's his blood on it now.
Evans: ...You're really sick, you know that?
Eco: And you're bleeding still. I texted EMTs. They're coming soon, so even if you don't need them, you should probably stay here. Don't exhaust yourself. And I can deliver this to Ravenna.
Eco turns and walks off, over Evans's protestation. He knocks on the door of the Salvation locker room. Athena opens.
Eco: Athena, I presume. I've heard good things.
Athena: Eco. I--I have also heard things--
Wrath notices Eco and jolts, glaring. Tytan slowly makes his way up.
Eco: Congratulations, partner.
Tytan: My partner's at the table. I'll take the congratulations. The hell is going on with you?
Eco: Just--trying to set some things right.
Tytan: That's not setting things right. Salvation means fighting cleanly, honestly, like warriors. Not sadistic torture sessions.
Eco: Tytan...I had no other choice. Jake has finally--
Tytan: No Eco, you always have a choice. That's the whole point. You're too lost. It's a new day in Salvation. We'll be the ones showing people the light now.
Eco: Well, GOOD!
Tytan: Excuse me?
Eco: Did you expect argument from me? The one who has been telling you to stand up and lead for so long? You think I'm going to complain about you charting your own course, working to set me straight, climbing the ranks of this federation under your own righteous banner? Are you kidding me?
Eco looks at the tag titles Wrath and Tytan hold and smiles.
Eco: But before you disparage my methods...well, I'll just take you down memory lane a bit. See, Wrath here...well, much as you've erased it, he had a history as Damon. He was tormenting Evans...but fell apart in the process. And whether you care to remember, he didn't just fall into your lap to take care of.
Wrath: "Take care of?"
Eco: Those are the words I used, Wrath, yes. Because as you might remember, Tyler Vangarde and I gave you a very RUDE wake-up call on one particular plane ride, where we decided you could only be beaten into seeing the light. And when you relented and I suggested ol' Mr. Tytan take you under his wing, well, you protested a whole lot, didn't you? Thought he was too violent, thought I beat him into this so it wouldn't be any good. Didn't you?
Tytan: I did. And Wrath--
Wrath: Tytan, I completly understand.
Eco: Point is, that was not just sadism. That was targeted violence to a righteous end, and because of that violence, you, Wrath, are one-half of the tag team champions, cheered wildly by audiences you go perform in front of every night. Yes, Tytan trained you well, but without that initial violence, you're a nothing jobber who would have been released a month ago. Think about that.
Eco walks out as Wrath glares behind, as does Tytan, though he looks a bit more thoughtful. The camera follows Eco as he walks in front of Ravenna's door--and runs into Firewoman.
Eco: Congratulations, Madam World Champion.
Fire: I thought you might be pleased.
Eco: I am, very much so. Where's your party?
Fire: Skipped out early. Would you believe I never got that lap dance promised me?
Eco: Hopefully because everyone realized the way it demeans sexuality and objectifies those involved?
Fire: (laughs) You're a piece of work. So you know we're wrestling each other this week.
Eco: I do.
Fire: I'll admit, Eco...it's been good talking with you, in its own way. And I'm less inclined to tear your head off in that ring than I would be others, so to speak. Not that you'd approve of me tearing heads off generally.
Eco: No, of course. I mean, I like your odds in our match.
Fire: Doubting your abilities?
Eco: Against you? Well, anyone would.
Fire: ...No you're not.
Eco: Yes, I am.
Fire: No. You were talking about something else. Were you planning to lay down for me?
Eco: Why, where did you--
Fire: Answer me.
Eco: ...The thought may have crossed my mind. More than crossed. Took a long, winding stroll. Sat down. Implanted itself, really. I must say--
Fire suddenly grabs Eco and pushes him against the wall, gently.
Fire: Let me make this real clear to you, Juni. You are not to lay down against me. If Poe gave 100% against me, you're giving 100%. I have won my title--fairly, honestly, all those little words you like--and I will be defending it in the same fashion. Got it?
Fire looks down and sees Eco's knife.
Fire: What the h--
Eco: It was...it was a present.
Fire: For who?
Eco says nothing.
Fire: Ravenna? You're not serious, Juni.
Eco is still silent.
Fire: No. No. Wash that off, put it in your kitchen drawer or something. She won't want to see you, and my gods, she sure as hell won't want to see THAT.
Fire begins to back off, when Eco stops her.
Eco: Fire?
Fire: Yes?
Eco: Something...something you said with me earlier resonated with me. With something I did earlier today...to set things right. For you.
Fire: Oh?
Eco: Yes. I made a few calls around and...well, I found two fit young men ready to perform a private lap dance. They're waiting in Chamber V. I had a few options, but I liked these guys. Kind of...Croft and Barretta look-alikes.
Fire: (raising an eyebrow) So much for moral turpitude?
Eco: You won the fucking World Championship. You get a night.
Fire smiles and heads off. Eco smiles, and then looks down at the knife and slumps against the wall, sinking down.
Eco: Maybe she wouldn't like it. Maybe I should wash the blood first. But then how can she reclaim it? How can she make it hers?
....Maybe this was wrong. Maybe it was an overreaction. But who knows what he would have done to her otherwise? She should understand. She should love me for this...but she must think I'm so sick. What if...what if I was wrong?
Voice: You weren't wrong.
Tyler Vangarde appears in front of Ecosystem, bending down.
Vangarde: There's a time and place for it all, Eco. Some men and women...some can be saved gently. But as I've said...some need to be shown the error of their ways. You did the right thing.
Eco: I know. I know I did. We come not to bring peace...
Vangarde: ...but a sword. Matthew 10:34.
Eco: You read well.
Vangarde: I'm a quick learner. And I love putting what I've learned into practice.
Eco slowly gets up off the floor and looks at Ravenna's door. He begins to shake as he considers knocking--Tyler gently puts his hand on Eco's shoulder.
Vangarde: (whispering) Another time.
The two walk off together.
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:04:41 GMT -5
(Tytan is walking with the rest of Salvation following behind.)
Tytan: Choices. We have all made many of them in our lives. These choices have resulted in good results...
Wrath: Like winning the tag-titles...
Tytan: Yes. And some choices have lead too...
(They turn down the hall and see Eco finishing his promo and walking off with Vanguard.)
Tytan: bad results.
Athena: like what is happening to Eco.
Tytan: I know the path he is heading being controlled by violence and hate. It doesn't work. Especially not the way he is going.
Wrath: What do you suggest?
Tytan: He needs Salvation.
Athena: He talked about a necessary violence to get the results that are desired.
Tytan: No. Not that way not yet. That would tarnished what we have achieved.
Wrath: Then what?
Tytan: There are always other ways. Now we need to work on our teamwork if we are to be the victors at Mayhem. There will be some that will be looking for a little violence of there own.
(They turn and start to walk off but Tytan catches Ravenna. He goes to talk to her.)
Tytan: Congrats on your victory.
(Tytan offers his hand wich Ravenna cautiously takes.)
Ravenna: Thanks.
Tytan: Don't worry I am not Eco.
Ravenna: I know.
Tytan: I just wanted to offer Salvations help in your battle with Moose.
Ravenna: Battle?
Tytan: This has become personal with Moose. You need to be watching your back. Just ask Evans. Your a marked champ. I have been on both sides of the ring with him. You better keep those you trust close.
Ravenna: Like you?
Tytan: These are my fellow warriors. This is my family I suggest you do the same.
Ravenna: Thanks for the advice.
Tytan: Anytime. You know where to find us.
(Salvation then walks off.)
Fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:05:14 GMT -5
A while later, inside the Sanctum communal room, several members of Sanctum and their allies are celebrating the OOWF Intercontinental Title win for the Sanctum Stable.
Notably absent is Ravenna Blue. Crete looks around for her and heads into the makeshift meditation room Ravenna had decorated, NC#13 follows.
CTG: Citize....Miss Blue, are you well?
Ravenna is sitting in front of her favorite traveling water feature, the OOWF Intercontinental Title Belt laid out in front of her. She notices CTG and nods, indicating a place to sit.
CTG: You have indeed landed a great blow for the cause of good.
Ravenna: At what cost, Gryphon?
CTG: What do you mean? You defeated Citizen Jack.
Ravenna turns on the television, where it is paused on Eco's face, lit up while torturing Jake.
Ravenna: And this is my reward. Juni has lost it. Like I warned him. He wouldn't listen to me or take the hand I tried to offer to him. He's no better than them. He lost himself.
CTG: Does that change how you feel abou...
Ravenna: (cutting him off) I'm done talking about that. I thought he was better. I thought he was someone that he's obviously not. I could not have been more wrong about him. In fact, he's worse than Jake. At least Jake was honest with himself about why he attacked me.
CTG: So then you will not be asking him...
Ravenna: (cutting him off again) Clearly Gryph, you did not see what he did to Jake. I won't let you. Just take my word.
CTG: As you wish.
Ravenna: That was what I wished for...(looking at the title belt) and it seems more violence was the price.
She pauses and looks back at the screen, then back to Gryphon.
Ravenna: Can I be alone?
CTG nods and heads out of the room, but stops a moment and looks at her.
CTG: Heroes all pay a price, Citizen, don't forget that. We all give up something to wage the war against evil.
She lowers her head and Gryph leaves, taking NC#13 with him.
(fade)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:05:38 GMT -5
COLD OPEN on The Crusher Stan Fulton. He appears to have gone insane as he’s starting to foam at the mouth and is screaming mostly incoherently. As he’s screaming, he’s flailing about with his axe handle completely destroying the backstage area of the arena. An occasional stagehand or arena employee unfortunately cross his path and Fulton jabs the axe handle into their stomachs or occasionally across their heads. Fulton appears to use the axe handle as a sword, swinging it back and forth connecting with the staff, sickening thuds sounding out as the wooden handle connects with flesh and bone.
Finally after a prolonged whirlwind of destruction, the kind of which hasn’t been seen since the last hurricane passed this way, Fulton comes to a stop, turning about observing the devastation he’s caused. His breathing is heavy and there is a crazed look in his eyes. This is unlike anything we’ve seen of Fulton as he’s usually been calm and collected in his rage.
The camera jerks back as the cameraman has noticed Fulton is eyeing him and starts to stalk towards him. As he points his axe handle towards the camera it stops moving and Fulton begins screaming.
“YOU MOTHER-[BEEP] SON OF A WHORE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE, YOU [BEEP] SUCKING, ANIMAL SCREWING, SON OF A BITCH?”
Fulton appears to calm down a bit, though there’s still a crazed look in his eye as he sticks his face in the camera.
“Fine. They want a war, they’ve got one. The entire OOWF is now on notice. No more Mr. Nice Guy. You think that’s irony? My actions to this point have been teddy-bear-like compared to what’s coming. All I wanted when I came to the OOWF was to do is wrestle. I didn’t want to join factions or fight amongst the wrestlers backstage. I didn’t travel with the rest of the company so to avoid all that. It wasn’t arrogance. It was respect.
“So I wrestled. I went out there every single time and gave it my all. Left nothing back and left it in the ring. Then Matt Folz started disrespecting me. So I made it a point to show him that he erred in his thinking. I think he knows now what I’m capable of. Then I spent a few more minutes backstage after each event before moving on.
“Then they told me, ‘Crusher, I can’t imagine why you’re not DDT champion yet,’ and, ‘Crusher, you should so get the DDT title.’ So I did. I followed the rules as stated for the title. I did what was expected of me and won the title. All I expected was the respect that should have come with it. But instead, I get bad-mouthed and denigrated and finally this.”
Fulton points to the scars on the back of his head from LD’s barb-wire bat.
“And you know what? I could live with the injuries and scars. As LD said, that’s what the DDT title is all about. Sheer brutality. Now he’s made it personal. The denigration? The childish put-downs? I thought that was a Matt Folz specialty.
“I said every single day I’ve been in this company that I respected the wrestlers who came out to the ring and did their job and then called it a day. LD, I singled you out by stating my respect for you and your work in the ring every time I’ve faced you.
“If you would’ve come back and beat the [beep] out of me right after to take the title back, I could respect that and continue on with my day. But you had to denigrate me; try to make me feel puny and insignificant.
“But as I’ve shown Matt Folz, I don’t take kindly to those who do that to me. Perhaps I’m petty, childish or vain. Be that as it may, it angers me. Take a look at this!”
Fulton gestures behind him with his axe handle to the devastation he’s wrought.
“This is what you’ve unleashed, LD. I see now that there is no respect in the OOWF. GMtheRick appears to be a sniveling, whining alcoholic with no cojones. He’s let the inmates run the asylum.”
Fulton’s eyes go even wider if that’s possible and he looks directly into the camera as if he can see the viewers behind the lens.
“So… be… it.
“I shall become what I abhor. I shall let loose the demons inside me and drop down to your level. I shall wallow in the filth and absorb it into my psyche. I shall be the Rampaging Mad Mountain Man. Though I hate him, I shall be him.
“If you think what you’ve seen in the OOWF is awful, you had better turn away now. Hide the children. Crawl into the bomb shelter. I shall not sleep; I shall not eat. I shall only hate. I shall only hurt, myself and others. Anyone who gets in my way shall be injured. I will break your knees, give you concussions, bruise your spleen, break your ribs.
“LD, you’re first. If the Five want to get involved, fine. I tried to stay out of your way. I never wanted a war. I had respect for your accomplishments. I only did what I was told: take the DDT title. But LD has made this oh so personal. This goes beyond business, beyond competition.”
For a moment, Fulton looks remorseful. That look goes away quickly and looking into Fulton’s eyes is like looking into the depths of Hell.
“To the whole OOWF: Enjoy the pain. I know I shall.”
FADE
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:06:01 GMT -5
Zane Myers sits in General manager the Rick's office awaiting the arrival of Rick himself. He sifts through some papers on the desk as Rick arrives.
GMtR: Good Lord, what do you want
Zane: An explanation
GMtR: Listen, I don't answer to you or anyo....
Zane: (Cuts him off and stands, towering over Rick) No, you WILL answer to me right now. Not only did you give Tytan and Wrath shot after shot. And now, not ONYL are you denying us the customary rematch, you relegate us to the opening match with Poe and Stank.. AGAIN? Noone, not one single fan wants to see us against them again. You will make this right. YOU WILL MAKE THIS RIGHT!
GMtR: (visably shaking) I... I'll think about it...
(Zane grabs Rick and hurls him into the wall. Rick slumps to the ground and Zane dumps the desk upside down on top of him. He grabs the plush chair and hurls it down on top of the pile. He surveys the damage for a moment, then leaves and shuts the door. He opens it .. locks it from the inside.. and shuts the door behind him again as we fade to black)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:06:23 GMT -5
<Moose and Fire are racing down the road in a rented Mustang convertable. Arma-God-Damn-Motherfucking-Geddon is blaring from the stereo. Fire reaches out and turns the music down>
FW: Were are we going again?
MHJ: Just down the road
<They continue on and pull into the parking lot of the Juan Ramon Loubriel Stadium. Moose drives around the back and stops the car.>
MHJ: Come on
FW: What are we doing here again?
MHJ: Paying our respects
<Moose grabs something out of the trunk of the car, then walks to a door where there is a staff member waiting. He tries to stop Moose and Fire, but Moose slips him some cash, and he stands aside and lets them in>
FW: This isn't like you
MHJ: Look, we don't get to Puerto Rico all that often, I wanted to do this now. Its coming up on 22 years
<They pass a shower room, Moose pauses>
MHJ: This place was renovated in 2003, but that's where it happened. Fucking cowards left him there to bleed to death
FW: You know what they were risking had they helped him
MHJ: Still.......
<They continue on through the arena to a place in the back that is clearly hardly used. Eager to forget what happened here, no doubt. On the wall there is a small plaque with Frank "Brusier Brody" Goodish written on it. Moose takes his barbed wire baseball bat and lays it on the floor beneath the plaque. He stares at the memorial for a moment, and Fire comes up behind him>
MHJ: He would have loved OOWF
FW: He would have been right at home
MHJ: <snarling> fucking cowards
FW: Let's get back to the arena
<Moose and Fire leave, we follow them back to the parking lot, they get into the car, the music blares again and they peel out of the parking lot into the Puerto Rican evening>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:06:46 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen alone in his battle gear.)
Tytan: Texpress you think you deserve a rematch. I couldn't agree more. Here is my offer. We meet again at the Pay-per-view...this time we do it like the Gladiators did in their time. Two teams enter one team leaves with the titles. No outside interference just us. Warriors verse Warriors...think about it. We will give them a show they will never forget...once again.
Fade
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:07:11 GMT -5
*Alexander Darling Locker Room*
Alex is sitting on one of his leather couches and he is watching OOWF TV, but it doesn't look like he's watching any promos as he is watching the Firewoman match from the PPV. He keeps rewinding and rewatching the last few minutes when Firewoman reverses the roll-ups and winds up getting the three count. It looks like he even has a stopwatch out and after a few times watching it, he tosses the stopwatch against the wall and then the door opens and Alexis walks in.
She sees what her brother is doing and quickly walks over and grabs the remote control from his hand and shuts off the television.
Alexander: What the hell?
Alexis: Stop. Watching that time and time again isn't going to change the result.
Alexander: You don't think I know that. It's just, I mean, I knew she COULD, but I never thought she WOULD. So, I'm just looking to see what I could have done different.
Alexis: Nothing. You know that and I know that. For everything that's happened between you, you both know just how close you are in talent. Fractions of a second are all it takes sometimes. This time she got it, next time you will.
Alexander: I suppose, but I need to stop making it personal.
Alexis: Like that's possible.
Alexander: Possible or not, it's what I need to do. I can't think of her as Lisa Quinn anymore. She's just Firewoman and she has something of mine and I want it back.
Alexis: If you say so brother dear.
Alexander glares at his sister.
Right, just Firewoman. Got it. But what about this week?
Alexander just looks at Alexis like he has no idea what she's talking about.
Have you even looked at the card?
Alexander: Why would I have to look at the card? I'm the former champ and I get a rematch.
Alexis: Umm, yea...not this week.
Alexander: Are you fucking serious? How far is Rick's head up his ass this week?
Alexis: In fact, the only champ who's getting a rematch this week is Moose.
Alexander: Oh, that's just fucking hilarious. Pointless backstage politics. Fine, if I don't have my mandatory rematch, who am I facing?
Alexis: Well we're teaming with Davin against Salvation...Tytan, Damon, and Tyler specifically I believe.
Alexander: Oh what in the blue fuck. Why am I...
Alexis is glaring daggers at her brother.
What I meant to say is while I love the idea of working with my sister, I really don't want to team with Davin the Douchebag and his invisible friend Moreland the Moron.
Alexis: Well, deal with it...both Davin and Moreland are my partners and Tytan and Damon are the tag champs so getting a win over them will prove a lot.
Alexander: You know Davin and I never win. We may be the best tag team to never win a significant match.
Alexis: Whatever, don't worry about that. He already said he was going to leave the heavy lifting to us.
Alexander: That's fine. I need to show the OOWF that I'm more than just a former champion. That I will be a future champion once again and doing it with my sister, well, there isn't anything better than that.
Alexis: That's what I like to hear. I got some video of Salvation that I thought we'd watch instead of what you have been watching.
Alexander: Good idea Lexie. And then we can prove that Salvation may be righteous, but it doesn't compare...because we are the Darlings, and well, you're just not.
Alexis: Booyah, Bitches
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:07:40 GMT -5
**SFJ#5 approaches L.D. Williams.**
SFJ#5: “You saw?”
LDW: “Yep.”
SFJ#5: “Have at it.”
LDW: “Stan, if you wanted the pink belt, you only had to say…”
SFJ#5: “-”
LDW: “What? I make three jokes a year. I’m not allowed to enjoy it?”
SFJ#5: “-”
LDW: <sighs> “Fine. You want a serious answer Stan? Here’s your serious answer. It‘s not respect to sequester yourself because you think you’re better than the rest of us. It’s not respect to brag about how smart you are winning a title by disqualification. And it’s sure as hell not respect to go on a tirade when you have no idea what you’re talking about.
Six years ago, in my first match - in the OOWF’s first match - I faced a legend named the Underdawg. He kicked my ass. I didn’t whine. I didn’t complain. I didn’t demand respect. I got back in the ring and wrestled him every chance I got. Underdawg became my ally, he became my friend, and three years later, inside a cell, I finally beat him. That was the last match Underdawg wrestled. That ring was his yard. And now it’s mine. Everything I have here - every title, every accolade - I have earned.
Stan, you’ve been here what, a month? And you propose to be my equal? You propose to demand my respect? It’s going to take a lot more than beating up backstage staff and and making idle threats to earn my respect. Tomorrow night you and I have a match with Chris Evans. I don’t like Evans much - and the feeling is mutual - but he’s earned his place here. You haven’t - yet. I’m all about opportunity Stan, and here’s yours. Bring your demons. Bring your mountain man. Bring something a hell of a lot bigger than an axe handle. I promise you this - I will bring everything that you, Evans, and anyone else can handle. When all is said and done, I may respect you, but you will…
Fear Me.”
**L.D. starts to walk away, but stops and comes back.**
LDW: “One more thing, Stan, and I mean this in all seriousness. If you want to try and make this personal, if that makes it easier for you, be my guest. I’ve been around to long to take anything personally. But ease up on the comments that refer to Ma. Ask around… I’ll end your career if I need to, but Ma’ll straight up kill you.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:08:01 GMT -5
Firewoman and Moose have returned from their road trip.
Lucky: Oh good....I've reviewed the plans you made while I was gone. Nice job! I'm impressed!
FW: Um....thanks.....
Lucky: Why did you pick that song?
FW: Because....um......I like it?
L:......
FW: .......
L: What song is it again?
FW: ..........
L: You didn't pick anything, did you.
Firewoman looks down, like the 6 year old who gets caught raiding the cookie jar
FW: No...Phan...er, Chad and Zane did.
L: And you don't think someone might have a problem with your ex picking the wedding music, flowers, YOUR DRESS? And throwing your bachelorette party? You REALLY don't see--
FW: If you knew all that why did you ask me?
L: The point is--
FW: The point is, it is done. And "someone" doesn't watch OOWF-TV, apparently, so "someone" won't know unless "someone" who is tired of being employed tells him. Besides, it's all done, so--
L: About that...you still don't have a maid of honor, or bridal attendants.....
FW: What? I thought I only needed one.
L: Well, "someone" called and said he asked Christian to stand with him.
FW: Instead of Lance?
L: In ADDITION to Lance. You need to find two. Or else it won't be balanced.
FW: Oh whatever..... *Lucky walks off. Firewoman heads to the main area of The Chamber, where LD and Stank are sitting.
FW: Hey, any word on Poespawn?
LD: Nice.
Sta: She's hurt, but she'll be fine.
FW: Oh.....so I have something to ask both of you.
LD: Uh oh.
Sta: Uh huh.
FW: No, it's....well, it's good. At least I think. Actually, I was trying to decide which one of you to ask, since you're both so good to me, you don't bug me about what I do or how I do it, like Moose does......you're true partners, both of you. But, now Chris has asked Christian, so that solves my problem!
LDW: Do you know what she's talking about?
Sta: Not usually. Fire, you wanna speak English? I'm still hungover from your party.
FW: That was awesome.
LDW: Cut to the chase.....
FW: Aw, don't be grumpy because you lost your belt.
LDW: *grumble*
FW: I'm asking.....well, would you guys ..... I need someone to be my best man and another to be a bridal attendant.
Stank and LD look at each other, look at Fire, look back at each other, and bust out laughing. They laugh for a WHILE, and Fire looks at both of them, and it's hard to tell if she's mad or going to cry.
FW: What exactly is so fucking funny?
Stank: I'm trying to picture LD in one of those.......*laughter*.......dresses......with a.......a........
LDW: Dude.....don't say it......
Stank: BUTT BOW!!!!
The two men howl in laughter
LDW: That would have to be one BIG butt bow for your--
Stank: Don't go there.....
FW: Will you two stop? Look, I know the bride is supposed to have women but, one, that is amazingly sexist, and two....well, outside of Moose, you guys are my brothers-in-arms. Who else would I want to stand up with me?
This sobers the two up a little bit. Firewoman gives them big doe eyes, complete with innocent eye blinks.
LDW: Well......uh.......
Stank: Since you put it THAT way.......
Stank and LD look at each other and do some nonverbal communication like nodding and stuff.
LDW: Fire, we would be HONORED to be your bridal party.
Stank: I ain't wearing no butt bow.
FW: Really guys!!?? Okay, no butt bows. I think tuxes.
LDW: That's just as bad....
Stank: No, it isn't, fool. So who gets to be best man?
FW: Umm.....I dunno......I guess whoever wants to be?
Lucky reappears from wherever
L: Fire!! Phone.....Jericho wanting to know how the show was tonight.
FW: Great.... I didn't watch it.
Lucky makes a signal that Fire better get into her cabin and take care of this, so she leaves LD and Stank alone.
LDW: Well, I didn't expect that.
Stank: Me neither. Still pretty awesome.
LDW: Yeah......so...............
Stank: So............................................
LDW: Rock paper scissors?
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jan 6, 2011 14:08:28 GMT -5
Moments later, Poe enters the Five's area. Stank and LD Williams are still laughing. Selena, Sydney, and a gingerly walking A'isha follow him in. Selena goes over to Stank and LD Williams.
Sa-T: What's so funny?
Stank: Butt Bows.
Sa-T: Omigosh, you mean like those big bows on the butts of those hideous dresses?
LDW: Yeah, those.
Selena starts laughing.
Sa-T: They look redonkulous.
Aa-T: Okay, I'm going to my room.
SW: I'll help you.
Selena stop laughing and glares at Poe.
Sa-T: She's. Still. Here.
Poe: Her stay will be brief, Beloved.
Firewoman comes out of her room and stops when she sees Poe. Poe returns the look.
Poe: Congratulations Firewoman.
FW: Thank you.
Poe: Make use of the perks.
FW: What perks?
Stank: Oh, you'll find out.
FW: You could just tell me.
LDW: What's the fun in that?
"Ows" can be heard from A'isha's room.
Stank: Man...Davin messed her up good, huh?
Poe simply growls slightly before going to check on his daughter. Selena shrugs and hops up and sits on the bar.
Sa-T: So, who we got tomorrow Stankie?
Stank: We got Texpress.
Sa-T: Again?? They don;t even have our belts anymore!
Stank: Then we kick their asses for fun.
Sa-T: Sorry you lost your belt Mr. Williams.
LDW: I'll get it back. Don't you fret.
Sa-T: I don't...what's fret mean? Is that like a dance?
FW: Wow...
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