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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:42:25 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Nassau, Bahamas
Non-Title Sadistic Madness Match
Firewoman vs. Alexander Darling
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Mr. E
OOWF World Tag Team Championship Triple Threat Match[/u]
Salvation vs. Nothing Happened vs. Drink & Destroy
LD Williams vs. Matt Folz
Moosehead Jack & Poe vs. Ravenna Blue & Chad Madison vs. Ecosystem & Tyler Vangard
Chris Evans vs. The Dead
Spin Hansen vs. Dr. Infieri vs. Concrete TG
Card subject to mysterious disappearance
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:43:15 GMT -5
*Backstage*
Alexander Darling storms past the OOWF personnel gathered at catering and is ignoring the medics who are trying to make sure he's one hundred percent as they are mandated to do after each show. He flies through the hallways before he kicks down GMtR's door.
GMtR: Ah man, what the hell?
Alexander: Shut the fuck up for a change.
GMtR: I'm the General Manager of this...
Alexander: I don't give a damn who you are anymore. I'm tired of the bullshit and the shenanigans that go on around here. You cave to every little pressure exerted on you and I've been a good little soldier for a long time now.
GMtR: You, a good soldier?
Alexander: Yes Rick...ME. I didn't come back here and complain show after show for the 9 months that I was The Five's punching bag after every show. I said nothing when you allowed Moose to try and kill me and my family. And I know my role in things that happened isn't absolutely clean, but the fact is I never got you or this company involved in it.
GMtR: Fine, be that as it may, what the hell do you want now?
Alexander: It's very simple Rick. Three very simple conditions. Win or lose, Fire and I are done at Bloodbath in Paradise. No more rematches. I need that chapter of my life closed, one way or the other.
GMtR: She gets a mandatory rematch if she loses.
Alexander: No...No more rematches. Bring it to her. I know she'll agree to it.
GMtR: If she signs away her right to a rematch, that's fine. What's condition two?
Alexander: A month from now we have a show in Beppo, Japan. I don't care what waivers I have to sign, but the saga of Moosehead Jack and Alexander Darling ends there. Once and for all.
GMtR: The board has already said they won't sanction...
Alexander: Then it'll be unsanctioned, but I want Moosehead...wait, no...I want Ketsuke Seishin and it happens in Beppo.
GMtR: Not gonna happen. I can tell you that right now.
Alexander picks up the chair he was leaning on and tosses it over the deck and it barely misses Rick's head.
Alexander: It will happen. PERIOD. And the third thing is next week, it's my turn to pick the match. Fire...you've played the little games and jumped through the hoops and for another few weeks you can continue holding onto MY title. But next Wednesday, we get to see just what you're made of. I'm going to give you the chance of a lifetime. You want to make me bleed, you're going to get your chance. Because I plan on bathing in yours. Next week Fire...it's SADISTIC MADNESS.
GMtR: No, no, no...I'm not allowing you to get into another blood war with a member of that family.
Alexander: You will allow it because after everything that's happened the last year, you fucking owe me Rick. And Fire owes me not only her belt, her blood, but she owes me her soul. And I plan on collecting next week because I am Alexander Motherfucking Darling, and well, she's just a weak transition champion.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:43:56 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! in the medical room as her ribs are being checked...again.
Doc: I dunno...usually they're just sore, but I don't like the look of this bruising.
FW: Shhh....get out of the way.
Fire grabs the remote, and rewinds to see Alexander's exchange with Rick. She hops down off the table, winces in pain, and walks gingerly to Rick's office, guarding her ribs.
GMtR: Why aren't you in medical?
FW: I was, I'm fine.
GMtR: You look like you're about to fall over.
FW: Really? *Firewoman picks up the remaining chair and throws it at Rick, who again ducks.* How do you like me now, Rick?
GMtR: Goddammit, what do you want.
FW: Alex's demands. I accept.
GMtR: You accept what?
FW: The Sadistic Madness match, whatever the fuck that is, and that this is over at Bloodbath in Paradise. We're done.
GMtR: You're signing away your rematch clause?
FW: I won't be needing it Rick, but yeah. I'm signing it away.
GMtR: What if you lose?
FW: If I lose my belt, I'll still beat him until he wishes he were never born. Moreso than he already does.
GMtR: I am not sanctioning this....I'm just not.
FW: I don't see how you have a choice, Rick. You don't sanction it, the wedding is off.
GMtR: WHAT?
FW: You heard me.
GMtR: You would really CANCEL your wedding over this? What would Jericho say?
FW: You let me worry about that. Make it happen.
GMtR: ...................okay. It's done. I'll get the paperwork to you at the next stop.
FW: *to ninja cam* You want my soul, Alexander? You want MY belt? Well, you can't have either. The belt is mine and it's going to stay there. Sadistic Madness? Whatever that is, is just your pathetic last ditch effort to save face, a face that you continue to hide in shame.
As for my soul? *laughs* You had your shot at that a while ago. Sad to say, it's now otherwise spoken for. Sparkle, Sparkle.
Firewoman storms out of Rick's office, and is WALKING~! down the hall, holding her side. She coughs, then spits in the nearest trashcan, and as the camera catches it, it appears to have a pinkish tinge.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:44:29 GMT -5
*Outback Jack is at the corner of the Destroyitarium bar*
OBJ: So the new guy showed he can kick some ass. We're back, and OOWF tag teams will learn we mean business.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:45:57 GMT -5
*Davin and Alexis are on training tables getting treatment after their match. The usual suspects are probably around, somewhere*
DM: Ow. So did you see the lineup?
AD: MotherFUCKER that hurts. No.
DM: We've...FUCK...we've finally got our title shot. And you do too.
AD: Listen, Davin, do you think you can...BITCH IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN I WILL CUT YOU...do you think you can stop the "we" shit? I'm starting to feel a little left out.
DM: Nah, we mean, think about it...SO HELP ME WE WILL DIAMOND CUT YOU TO HELL IF YOU DON'T CUT THAT OUT...we're already one of the greatest trios teams of all time. GM the Weak keeps putting us in handicap matches to chase the tag titles, and this Wednesday, we all finally have our chance. You, your first major title in the OOWF, and we...
AD: Well, WE, er, I know where you're headed with that one.
DM: It's our destiny, Alexis.
AD: You're not worried? You know, about another stupid triple countout or other such worthless finishes?
DM: No, not this time. GM the Weak or The Bookerman can't possibly pull that bullshit again. He knows it's our time.
AD: And there are two other teams.
DM: Two other teams that we, and you, are clearly, CLEARLY better than. All those motherfuckers job at the feet of Davin and Moreland. I know this. He knows this. You know this. GM the Weak knows this. The Bookerman knows this. To deprive us of our destiny now is nothing more than political bullshit; bullshit that the OOWF Fans will NOT stand for another minute.
AD: I wish I could share your confidence, D.
DM: *clears throat*
AD: Oh. *rolls eyes* And "M".
DM: Listen to me, kiddo. In the history of this company, no three people have done more to change the history of OOWF than we have. Before us, there was just this boring, aimless morass of mediocrity. But when we put our heads together, we formed the greatest, most over stable in the entirety of this company. OOWF has not been the same since Davin, Moreland and Alexis Darling created the genius of Run DEA. Everything else has been a cheap facsimile. And now, this Wednesday at Mayhem, in Nassau, Bahamas *cheap pop*, we've got the opportunity to turn the OOWF on its head one more time - and prove again why we - all three of us - are the best and brightest this industry has to offer.
*Alexis looks on, as it appears Davin has something resembling a moment of lucidity*
DM: Whaddya say, kiddo? Are you in? *he claps her on the shoulder*
AD: *looks up at him* We are damned impressive together, aren't we?
DM: *snickers* Just don't tell your sister.
AD: *punches him in the shoulder* Ass.
DM: You didn't answer our question.
AD: I'm in. All in. Fuckin'-A right, I'm in. It's time to get this done. Maybe you just needed to team with...
DM: The right Darling?
AD: Don't tell my brother.
DM: Ass.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:46:30 GMT -5
FADE IN on The Crusher Stan Fulton knocking on GMtheRick’s door with his axe handle. Sheikh Rahat stand next to him holding both the OOWF Onslaught and OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship titles over his shoulders.
GMtheRick: ”C..c.. come in?”
Fulton opens the door and both he and Sheikh Rahat take a seat on the chairs which, though battered and bruised, hold together.
SF: “Good morning, sir.”
GMtR: “What?”
SF: “I said ‘good morning, sir.’ I take it you don’t get politeness in here very much.”
GMtR: “No. Not at all. What can I do for you gentlemen?”
SR: something in Arabic
GMtR: “I’m sorry. I don’t speak towelhead.”
SF: “Now that’s not nice, sir.”
GMtR: “Sorry. I’m usually being confronted by angry wrestlers and tend to put up defenses like bad manners. Can you tell me what Sheikh Rahat demanded?”
SF: “He demanded nothing, sir. You are the GM. We are your non-union employees. We can demand nothing of you other than our pay for our work. As for what he asked, I’d be glad to tell you. He just wants you to consider some things for my future here in the OOWF.
“First, we’d like you to slow down on the three and four way matches. I’ve been in a one-on-one match perhaps about 25% of the short time I’ve been here. More singles competition would extend your card, increase the time your audience sits and spends money on concessions and merchandise.”
GMtR: “That’s a damn fine idea.”
SF: “Thank you. Second, you may have heard that I had a slight mental breakdown during the tour here. I’d like the forms in which to fill out a medical claim. You do cover hospitalization for mental illness right?”
GMtR: “Frankly, I don’t think we do. If we did, our premiums would be unaffordable around here. You have noticed that Davin, Darling, Fire & Moose and Eco are all certifiable right? And that’s just off the top of my head.”
GMtR: “That’s not for me to determine, sir. I’m not qualified to render a medical opinion on the state of your employee’s mental fitness.
“Finally, we’d like to know why we’re not on the OOWF/WWE card. We hold two titles, and though we’re new to the OOWF, there are even newer employees getting that extra payday.”
GMtR: “Well you didn’t ask.”
SF: “You mean we didn’t break your door down and throw chairs at your head? We don’t do that. We’re your employees. We expect you to take care of us without having to resort to violence.” Fulton breaks into a huge grin. “We save that for our fellow employees.”
GMtR: “I’ll see what I can do. Most of the card is booked though. I’m not sure they have anyone left to face you.”
SF: “I have faith in your abilities, sir.”
GMtR: “You’re the only two that do.”
SF: “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding. Well, I think that covers it. Oh, I guess that Mr. Hansen will be enacting his rematch clause at the pay-per-view?”
GMtR: “I would imagine, though he hasn’t brought that to me yet.”
SF: “Very good, sir.”
Fulton sticks out his hand and GMtheRick flinches back from it.
GMtR: “What are you going to do with that?”
SR: mumbles in Arabic and shakes his head.
SF: “I’m trying to shake your hand, sir. I take it that doesn’t happen often either?”
GMtR: “No, I’m usually struck with them. It’s why I drink to excess.”
SF: “Well let’s see about getting that fixed. Sheikh Rahat, would you be so kind as to set up an appointment with that nice doctor that you got for me?”
Rahat nods his head and takes out a cell phone from his jacket pocket, of course which causes Rick to flinch again. Fulton sticks his hand out and Rick hesitantly shakes his hand.
SF: “There. Not so hard was it. We’ll take our leave of you, sir. I hope you have a fine day.”
GMtR: “It’s certainly been an interesting one already.”
Fulton and Rahat leave the office, shutting the door gently and the camera pans back over to GMtheRick looking quite stunned as he falls back into his chair. Shaking his head in disbelief, he still pulls out a flask and takes a big swig.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:53:05 GMT -5
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:53:59 GMT -5
*Davin and Alexis are watching tape. Samantha is on her phone, and it sounds like she's trying to close some sort of business deal. Moonbeam is chowing on a box of Nilla Wafers and sitting annoyingly close to Olympic Gold Medalist, Dancing With the Stars Champion and America's Sweetheart, Shawn Johnson - who is playing Words With Friends on her iPhone, and trying not to kill Moonbeam. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, and Davin goes to answer it*
DM: WE'RE COMING!
*He opens the door, and the camera focuses on his face, as it turns to pure joy*
DM: MOMMY!
Mrs.Moreland: *gives him a big hug* Oh..Hi sweetie...good to see you.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: MRS. MORELAND!
*She jumps up and runs over, and so does everyone else in the room. Hugs are exchanged all around*
MM: Samantha, how's my favorite daughter-in-law?
SDM: Oh, Mrs. Moreland, I'm your ONLY daughter-in-law...
MM: How's business? Economy's not hurting things, is it?
SDM: Ah, you know that my, um, business is recession-proof.
MM: Good to hear. And what are you, Lexie, my niece-in-law? I can never get it straight.
LD: Something like that.
MM: How are you? Keeping Davin in line?
LD: Ugh, well? I'm trying to.
MM: Well, all we can do is try. Keeping Davin in line isn't easy, and you're a saint for trying.
DM: HEY~!
MM: Oh Davin, relax. Moonbeam, my dear, how's the interviewing going?
SFJ420: Well, like, I dunno, kinda bad. Davin talks to himself, but not to anyone else sometimes.
MM: Just chase him around with a camera. He has to stop. It's in his contract.
SFJ420: It IS??!?!
DM: Mooo--ooooommmm...Stop it!
MM: Oh honey, relax. And how is my little Shawny J?
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Oh Mrs. Moreland, I'm so much better. Alexander isn't as mean to me anymore - he even lets me interview him sometimes, and when I'm not, he lets me hang around with these guys. It's so much fun, even though Davin's crazy.
DM: WE ARE NOT -
MM: Oh Davin. Of course you are.
DM: *sighs*
SDM: So what brings you here, Mrs. Moreland?
MM: Well, the big wedding of course.
SFJ420: You were, like, invited, man?
MM: Oh, I most certainly was, Moonbeam. It was very sweet and thoughtful of Li...er...Firewoman to invite little ol' me.
LD: Sweet and thoughtful? That doesn't sound like Firewoman.
MM: Lexie, you can't always judge people so harshly. I mean, sure, Firewoman can be a little difficult at times -
SDM: A little?
MM: - But on the inside, she's just like everyone else. Everybody deserves a chance, right?
*They all nod grudgingly in agreement*
MM: Anyway, there's someone else with me who I want you to meet. Davin, you may remember her.
*In walks a shorter woman, who by her looks, as clearly had a hard time in life, but appears, at least currently, to be relatively cleaned up and happy*
DM: Au...Au...Auntie Rosie??
AR: Oh Thomas, you got so big!
*They share a hug as Davin's face continues to reveal nothing but shock*
MM: I knew you'd recognize her.
OGMDwtSCASSJ: Wait...AUNTIE? Does that mean she's -
AR: *sticks out her hand* Rosie Quinn. Nice to meet you, Shawn.
*Samantha and Alexis recoil in horror*
DM: Mom...why is she...
MM: Well Davin, you see...
RQ: It's ok, Robin. Your mother, Thomas, as you well know, is a remarkable, caring woman. I've made more than my share of mistakes in my life, and I've put a lot of that burden on my sister. And yet, when she got the wedding invitation that said "Mrs. Moreland and Guest", she didn't just pick anyone to go with her. No, she went and LOOKED for me. She found me at my sober house in Pennsylvania, brought me back to Cape Cod, and gave me a place to stay when she asked me if I wanted to go.
SFJ420: You, like, said yes?
RQ: Well, clearly, I haven't been much of a mother to Lisa,
OGMDwtSCASSJ: I wouldn't recommend calling her that.
RQ:...and Jack, but I AM their mother, and if my baby's going to be married, I WOULD like to be there, even if they won't talk to me.
DM: You'd better hope that's all that happens, Auntie Rosie.
RM: Now Davin, I'm going to have a talk with...Firewoman. We're going to work all of this out...as a family.
DM: Nuh-uh. We are NOT doing that. YOU are our MOTHER, and we WILL NOT put you in danger like that.
RM: Well Davin. You don't really have a choice. Here, take our bags, we're going to see her now.
DM: WAIT! MA!
*She drops all the bags as Robin and Rose head off to Chamber V to find Firewoman. Davin looks legitimately nervous, as does everyone else*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:55:48 GMT -5
*Alexander's Locker Room*
Alexander is watching OOWF television and rewinds it as if he can't believe what he just saw. After watching it a second time, he turns the television off and rushes out of the locker room. He makes one quick turn and arrives at his brother-in-law and sister's locker room.
Alexander: I assume you're not letting them go The Five's locker room alone?
Davin: Of course we aren't.
Alexander: Then I'm with you.
Davin: Why would we want you with us? Alexis is enough backup for us, I guess.
Alexis: Aren't the both of you just sweet.
Alexander: Davin, Moreland...whoever you think you right now, it pains me to say this, but we are family. You've been there for 2 of the closest people in my world and your mother has helped others that are close to me when I couldn't
Alexander gives a small smile to Shawn.
So, if your mother thinks walking into the lion's den is the smart move, well I'll be there to back her up. With or without your permission.
Davin: We may not always like you sisterfucker, but once in a while you surprise us and show that you have balls of stone. Let's go.
Davin, Lexie, and Alexander leave the locker room and quickly head off towards The Five's locker room.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:56:37 GMT -5
Outback Jack continues enjoying his drinks in the destroyatorium, deep in thought. DDT and DVD walk into the bar and head over holding the roster sheet. They approach Jack and Danny motions at the empty booth.
OBJ (belches) That's australian for have a seat mate.
DDT and DVD sit down, and DDT motions for the barkeep to bring some more drinks over.
DVD- Got the roster sheet, triple threat tag match for the titles this is big.
DDT nods his head looking rather solemn
OBJ- don't count your wild turkey before it's drank.
DVD- don't you mean count your chickens before they hatch.
OBJ(gives DVD a stearn look) - you calling me a chicken?
DVD- NO! I was ju...
OBJ (belches)- that's australian for just messing with ya.
DDT chuckles at his friends uncomfort.
DVD- Yeah, very funny. Anyways, the Tag champs are tough, so we need to be preparred for them, and Moreland may be crazy, but he seems focused. (Pauses while rubbing his jaw) and I can speak from experience that the Alexis dame packs a punch.
OBJ - You're forgetting the biggest threat of all Stank.
DDT looks confused.
DVD- yeah i'm with the big guy, Stank is off the card this week, he isn't going to be there
OBJ- He may not be on the card, but i'd bet my last beer he'll show up. D&D is in his sights, remember he said he wanted to end us after all.
DDT snarls slightly at this and his knuckles whiten around his mug.
DVD- Whatever, more big talk from the big man, D&D was around before the five, continues with it, and will be here long after the five are gone. The Five has the same problems as all the other factions here.
OBJ- I'm not sure I get what your saying mate.
DVD- The Five, Sanctum, Salvation, they all share one thing that D&D doesn't. You know what that is?
DDT shrugs, and OBJ even looks unsure.
DVD- an agenda.
OBJ- What's that supposed to meen.
DVD- The five wants dominance, Sanctum wants to change the buisness, and Salvation wants to "save us". D&D isn't about that. What you see is what you get, it's just some guys watching each other's backs and putting on the best matches possible.
OBJ nods his head in agreement.
DVD- With agendas only two things happen. One you achieve your goal and no longer have a reason for existing, or Two you keep failing and infighting tears you apart. With no agenda, D&D has nothing to worry about. So let Stank make his threats, they are as empty as all the calories he stuffs his face with.
DDT smirks and OBJ chuckles softly.
DVD- (raises his glass) So tonight we drink.
OBJ- (raises his glass) And at Mayhem we destroy.
DDT raises his glass and they clink them together as the camera fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:57:44 GMT -5
A ninja cam shows Davin, Alexis and Alexander Darling walking down the hallway to The Five’s locker room.
Evans: Huh, now there’s something you don’t see every day, huh Ravenna? Alexander Darling and Davin Moreland teaming together.
Alex & Davin (simultaneous): We’re not teaming together, asshole!
E: Relax, I know. You really think I’m gonna allow you to leave me and Ravenna out of this and let you have all the fun.
A: Sure, why not? Ravenna can act as additional backup along with Alexis, and you can be used as a meat-shield, which is basically all you’re good for nowadays.
E: Heh. Think what you want Darling. We may be allies, but don’t think that means I care what you think.
I’m going for 3 reasons. One, I’ve got personal business to attend to with Moose. Second, he’s a member of The Five. And most importantly, Alexis is involved in this, and what kinda partner would I be if didn’t help her out?
Davin: The same shitty one you’ve always been? Remember what happened to your last partner?
E: God, even as a face, you’re still a douche. What happened to Bryce had nothing to do with me and you damn well know it. The fact of the matter is, that’s in the past, and I can’t change. What I can change, however, is the power structure around here. And that starts with taking down The Five.
D: Heh, first sisterfucker shows that he has some balls, and now the Carebear takes responisibility for his actions and does the same. Alright, let’s go.
Darling, Davin and Sanctum continue to walk down the hall and the camera fades to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:58:32 GMT -5
There's a knock on the door of The Chamber[/color] suite of cabins. Moosehead Jack starts to answer it but Lucky comes FLYING out of Firewoman's cabin, practically knocking Moosehead Jack down and positions himself in front of the door.[/i]
L: For the love of all that is holy, Moose, do NOT open that door.
MHJ: What? Why? Get out of the way...
L: Seriously. Don't.
MHJ: Look, you may be able to get Fire to do whatever, but it doesn't work on me. Why? Who's there?
L: Are you not watching OOWF TV?
MHJ: Are you kidding? Ice Road Truckers is on. Just tell me and I won't kill you.
L: It's....well, it's Davin Moreland....and Alexis Darling......and Alexander, I think...and Sanctum....
MHJ: *picking up his barbed wire bat* What the hell do they want? Call LD and get the rest of the Five back here.
L: and.....Mrs. Moreland. Your aunt.
MHJ: She's not my aunt.
L: Well...
MHJ: So why are they here? Oh wait...Fire invited her to the wedding didn't she. Fine, if she wants to say hi.....
L: No...wait......
Moosehead Jack throws Lucky out of the way and opens the door.
MHJ: Alright, Mrs. Moreland can come in but the entourage has to stay outsi--
Moose stops mid sentence as Rose Quinn steps in front of Mrs. Moreland, and looks at her son. There's a moment, and then Rose opens her arms looking for a hug.
RQ: Jack! It's me!
MHJ: Yeah. Hey mom. How ya been?
RQ: Uh....fine.....Robin invited me as her guest for the wedding and...is ..... is she here?
MHJ: Um......Moose shoots a questioning look at Lucky, who shakes his head no furiously......I don't think so. I think she went out. In fact, I don't think she'll be back until Wednes--
At that very moment, Firewoman arrives out of her room, flipping through a wedding magazine. Everyone freezes, except Mrs. Moreland who walks quickly up to Fire. Moose moves to block Rose from Fire's view, putting her behind him. Davin tries to enter the room, but Moose shakes his head, and raises his bat.
MHJ: Close the door, Lucky. Let's have some privacy.
Lucky nervously closes the door, as Mrs. Moreland distracts Fire from looking around.
FW: Lucky, I know what you said about the bows on the chairs, but I really think that's just....what? Oh! Mrs. Moreland! You're here!
MrsM. Yes, dear, but remember, I'm not Mrs. Moreland, I'm Aunt Robin.
FW: Well, I think we're still kind of in shock over that...and to be honest, I'm not sure I believe you. You're NOTHING like--
MrsM: About that, dear. You know the invite said "and guest," so I brought one.
FW: Mrs. ....er, Aunt Robin....you have a date? You GO girl! So where is he? Is he hot?
MrsM: No, it's not a he......
FW: What? No WAY! Does Davin know?
MrsM: It's not like that. It's....I brought......
Rose Quinn comes out from behind Moose and Mrs. Moreland, practically knocking them over. She rushes up to Fire and gives her a huge hug, Fire does not return, as she appears to be paralyzed with shock, although she winces a bit as Rose puts pressure on her ribs.
RQ: It's me!!!! It's your mom!!! Robin suggested I come, because she knew how much I would die, just DIE, to be here for your big day!
MHJ: Mom, you may want to...not......
Rose lets go and holds Fire's face in her hands
RQ: Oh, just look how pretty you are! But you look tired....do you sleep? She always had the worst insomnia, even as a child. And look at these muscles? Lisa was always so scrawny when she was little...
FW: Let go of me.
RQ: Oh....she never liked anyone to make a fuss. Sorry, Lisa it's just been so long....
Rose does let go, but she takes her time. Firewoman turns to look at Moose and Lucky, almost panicked.
FW: Why is she here?
MrsM: Now, Fire..........why don't we sit down?
FW: I'm fine.
MrsM: You look like you're going to faint... Oh, alright suit yourself. Your mother was...well, she wasn't great, but she's really worked hard the last few years, and she's totally clean and so--
RQ: That's right! And you know why? I saw you and your brother on TV and I knew that I had to do it....for you both. For you, Jack, and especially for you Li--
FW: *to Mrs. Moreland, bitterly* "Wasn't great?" Really?
MrsM: Rose, be quiet. Fire, I think you and your brother both should use this as an opportunity, to reconnect with each other. People can change and reform, I've seen it many times. I know my sister, and she's clean and sober, and ready to be part of the family again.
FW: ......
MrsM: And let's face it. Neither of us are getting any younger. She's your only mother, she's admitted her mistakes, and she just wants to try and make them up to you, even though she knows that she'll never be able to. You just have to be open to it.
There's a VERY long, VERY awkward silence, which Firewoman breaks, causing everyone to jump, especially Lucky.
FW: Lucky....
L: YES! er,....Yes?
FW: I do not want chair bows. I'll be back in my room. Let me know when.... *she looks straight at her mother*.....when the trash has been taken out.
Firewoman turns and walks back to her room. Everyone breathes. Rose looks like she might cry.
RQ: Well....that.....
MrsM: Was as good as can be expected. Let's go back to Davin's suite. Moose, if you want to come--
MHJ: Yeah, no...I mean...not to Davin's suite. But.....um....we'll probably talk again soon.....or.....something.
RQ: Okay.....
Moose opens the door for the two sisters, and Davin, Alexis, and Alexander are waiting outside. Moose glares at all three of them.
MrsM: Well, it was as good as could be expected....Let's go.
RQ: Talk to you soon, son? *trying not to cry*
MHJ: Uh...yeah...sure.
Moose closes the door, and the ninja cam stays in The Chamber[/color]. Fire comes back out, still with no expression.[/i]
MHJ: That was pretty mean.
FW: Fuck off. Lucky, I'm going to find a bar. I'll call you when I find one. Come get me tomorrow morning.
Fire lights up a cigarette and heads out slamming the door behind her.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 18:59:37 GMT -5
[Deadly finally gets around to heading toward the GM's office to see the posted matches. He sees his name on the card, and he's paired up with...]
Dead: Evans?!? Again?
[Dead opens Rick's door.]
GMtR: Knock first, goddammit! Knock!
Dead: No time for knocking, Rick. What's up with the card?
GMtR: The card? It's a great card! We've got Fire and Darling, a tag team triple threat match...
Dead: That's not what I mean, Rick. I mean me. And Evans. Again.
GMtR: Didn't you see what happened at the end of the match?
Dead: Of course I did, Rick. I was there, remember?
GMtR: Good, so you saw...
Dead: What I saw was The Dead CLOSING THE CASKET on that pain in the ass Evans.
GMtR: But what about..
Dead: No buts, Rick. I saw it. You saw it. Everyone saw it. Evans stepped into the ring, and I knocked him the fuck out.
GMtR: Of course you did, it's just that...
Dead: It's just nothing. That's the end.
GMtR: *sigh* Fine. So, go out there and do it again.
Dead: Sure, Rick. I'll kick his head off again. But after that, after I've proven AGAIN that I'm better, I want you to do me a little favor.
GMtR: And what, exactly, would that be?
Dead: Moose.
GMtR: I'm not in the business of handing out favors.
Dead: Just think about it.
GMtR: Fine. [Rick reaches for a bottle under his desk.] Aww fuck, empty.
Dead: Here. [Dead reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a flask.] It's a backup to my backup flask. [Dead tosses it to Rick and heads to the door.]
[The GM takes a big swig.]
GMtR: And KNOCK next time.
[Dead smiles and heads out of the office.]
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:00:17 GMT -5
FADE IN on The Crusher Stan Fulton and Sheikh Rahat. Rahat is standing over and berating a seated Fulton in Arabic while Fulton removes tape from around his wrists. Every so often, Rahat uses Fulton’s axe handle to smack Fulton across the mid-section. As they notice the cameraman, Rahat turns towards him.
“The Crusher is not speaking today or for the remainder of the week. However I will speak for him.
“The Crusher has an Onslaught Title match this coming Wednesday on Mayhem against Mr. E. He does not take this lightly. Mr. E proved last week that he is more than capable of taking this title away from Fulton. He defeated The Mercenary, Matt Folz, and the prior holder of Fulton’s DDT Iron Man title, LD Williams. Both men are brutal competitors as The Crusher can attest to.
“So Mr. E: We expect a very difficult match for the Onslaught title. We will see you in the ring on Wednesday night.
“We would also at this point like to request, and I repeat request not demand, a title shot at Ravenna Blue’s Intercontinental Title. As both Onslaught and DDT Iron Man champion, Stan Fulton is the obvious choice to be next in line once Mr. Moosehead Jack has had his share of rematches. Or if, Mr. Jack retrieves his title, we’d like a match with him. Either way, we’d like Mr. GMtheRick to schedule that match.
“Unlike most of the roster, Stan Fulton is now focused on wrestling. Our revenge against The Mercenary is mostly complete. We have taken his Onslaught Title and though we lost it to Mr. Hansen, we have regained that belt. So, we will be happy to renew that battle at Mr. Folz’s convenience. However, he appears to be too busy breaking into locker rooms and beating on random wrestlers. We invite you to try that with us. We are ready for you, Mr. Folz.
“Mr. LD, we look forward to seeing you in the wedding. I’m sure taffeta will look wonderful on you. We also invite you to attempt to regain the DDT title, also at your convenience. I have started to prepare The Crusher for the inevitable onslaught, pun intended, of challengers. And I shall be there at his side to prevent unwanted interference.
“He may have laid waste to Matt Folz and garnered three title reigns so far in his short time in the OOWF, but to me he has been weak and incompetent. His skills which he developed in Korea and the East have gone unused. I shall bring them to the fore and make him an even more brutal fighting machine. He is a red belt in Taekwondo and all he does is flop on others?”
Rahat turns as he says this and smacks Fulton on the head with the axe handle. Fulton barely flinches though he looks ashamed.
“I will make him deadly. I will make him unstoppable. We will rise in the ranks of this company and hold all titles. In fact, I plan to team with him and challenge for the Tag Titles as well someday. But he is not ready now. That day will come. We will own this company and all others shall bow down to us.
“But not today. Today he has much work ahead of him. I will plan for the long term while I train him and he concentrates on the short term. This is why I have come here to the OOWF. To take a rising young star to the top. And I promise you, I shall.”
Rahat starts to look more like he’s in a frenzy as he continues.
“There will be no distractions. No weddings, no kidnappings or salvation or sanctuaries. Only battle and glory. We shall lead the OOWF into a new age and purge this company of the chaff it seems to have built up due to mismanagement. Perhaps I shall take over the general management of the OOWF as well. Only time will tell.
“Behold, OOWF! The new Crusher Stan Fulton! Tremble and be warned! You will... enjoy the pain!”
Rahat laughs maniacally as we FADE OUT.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:00:52 GMT -5
<Sunlight fills one of Nassau's seedier bars as Moosehead Jack walks in. The few people in the bar flinch at the sunlight, except for one. Firewoman sits at the bar, lost in though, but the carnage and wreckage around her makes it obvious that people do not take hints well. Moose walks up to the bar and sits down next to Fire. Moose looks at the bar tender>
MHJ: Get her another bottle, and bring me one too, then leave us alone
<The bartender does what he is asked and the Quinn siblings sit in silence for a moment, as if something unspoken passes between then, they clink their bottles, their expressions of anger and irritation never change, and drink deeply>
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:01:39 GMT -5
*GM The Rick is sitting in his office, getting ready to call it quits on a long day, when Mr. E, wearing his trademark black and silver Mysterio type mask, and a dark suit, walks into the office.*
GMtR: Damnit. It's the weekend. And where the hell have you been? You had three interviews scheduled the past two weeks and you missed all of them!
MrE: I haven't been around in a couple of weeks. I can explain that - I didn't feel like coming around, so I didn't come around. Simple as that.
You see, I make decisions based on what's best for me. No one else. I don't take into consideration how the fans feel, I don't take into consideration how the other wrestlers feel about that, and I certainly don't care how you feel about that.
GMtR: Look, you are starting out on the wrong path. Now, I didn't scout you, but you come highly recommended, but you need to learn that there is a pecking order here.
MrE: Oh, no, I knew that already. If you aren't buddy-buddy with management, you won't get pushed to the moon, I know that. But at the same time, it takes talent to get to the top, and I have it. I've made it to the top everywhere I've been, and I plan on making it to the top here as well.
GMtR: Look, I need to go. The bar has been open for hours and I haven't gotten there yet.
MrE: Feel free to go. I'll let myself out.
*GMtR hurries out the door. Mr. E takes a seat the the General Managers desk.*
MrE: This chair is nice. Reminds me of a chair I use to have. Very comfortable. And you see, I like to be comfortable. Who doesn't?
My opponent, Stan Fulton, seems very comfortable this week. In fact, while he's very respectful of my ability, he seems to be looking past me to challenge for another championship. Is that the case? It seems that it is. And that's a mistake.
You see, I know the lineage of the Onslaught Championship. I respect it. Many Onslaught Champions work their way to become World Champions in the OOWF. Davin Moreland. Eric O'Mac. Alexander Darling. Ecosystem. Legends in this company. I plan on adding my name to this list. And it starts Wednesday night.
So, please, continue making plans to challenge for the IC Championship. Overlook me. Because that will be your downfall. I expect a great match. But you'll be presented with a pin fall loss and I will be the Onslaught Champion.
Don't get comfortable.
*Mr. E gets up and turns the lights out. Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:02:42 GMT -5
<Moose stumbles back to the bar, kicking over a stool and cursing it and yelling about how stools these days have no respect. He sits down next to Fire and (barely) lights his cigar and takes a big drink from the bottle. Fire, who looks like she is sweating whiskey and barely holding on herself, notices Moose's hand>
FW: Y.......y........your hand is bleedin
<Moose looks down>
MHJ: Yeah
FW: Uhhh.................any reason?
MHJ: There was..........there was some asshole staring at me in the bathroom
FW: Uh huh
MHJ: Bastard was UGLY........looked just like me too
FW: And?
MHJ: I heartpunched him
<Fire laughs that obnoxious loud laugh and nearly falls off the stool. She regains her composure>
FW: Any mirrors in that bathroom, genius
MHJ: Well I............fuck
<they both laugh hysterically>
FW: So........so........so what are we gonna do about.............her?
MHJ: Drink more?
<Fire clinks Moose's bottle and the Quinn's go back to drinking>
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:03:12 GMT -5
(Salvation stands in battle gear ready for war. Athena stands in between them.)
Tytan: It's time to sound the trumpets of War for once again Salvation is to defend the Tag-titles against to of the Mighty teams of the tag-team division.
Wrath: (Whipsers) I think you mean one. We have beaten Nothing Happened before.
Tytan: Yes, but in battle we must always taken our opponents serious ever time. The one time you don't that is when you make mistakes.
Wrath: Understood.
Athena: But like once before the same will happen....Nothing Will Happen.
(They laugh.)
Tytan: But you D & D you say you are back. If that is the case welcome to the Tag-Division. We are Salvation and we bring Honor and Glory back to this division.
Wrath: But Texpress did pretty good too.
Tytan: Yes, but now the the way of soldiers and warriors will now raise the level of the division to new heights.
Athena: Now didn't Eco say we knocked Salvation down a couple of notches?
Tytan: (pauses and then looks at the camera.) I told you Eco, I said you need to control your attack dog better. You haven't and Wrath got a little ticked at your actions.
Wrath: You know I still owe him something.
Tytan: (laughs) The time will come. Believe me it will. Eco you need to realize you are not what Salvation is anymore. Salvation is Wrath, Athena and myself. You are not the way anymore. Salvation has become smarter and don't have to work that hard to do it. Our place is in the ring we do our battles there. We don't need to go beat on people randomly and without cause. We will destroy you in the ring. So when you want to see the light and get off of your little soap box and play the way of honor. Then you can be Salvation again.
Athena: Eco you have failed. These boys are the new way. And it is the way of right and honor. Tytan has learned how to do it and now he has shown Wrath. Together they are an unstoppable force and have done more for the cause then you have ever done.
Wrath: Vanguard play your game again and I will be there. Remember I still owe you.
Tytan: Remember there is only one way to go on the "True" path of Salvation.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:06:22 GMT -5
A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist stands, mic in had alone Outside the Texpress dressing area. She has apparently been knocking on the door for quite a while now.
RNSFJ: Whoohoo... Chad... its Sarabeth.... Come on guys! I have a job to do and you've already blown me off once!!! Chad??? I got a new bikini!
(She leans her forehead on the door and sighs)
RNSFJ: I guess they aren't coming out. I'd better go tell Rick.
(Ninja cam follows her, focusing the entire time on her bikini-clad ass, until she knocks on General Manager the Rick's door. She knocks and the door swings open. Rick is seated at his desk, Zane Myers and Chad Madison across from him. None of the 3 looks happy.)
GMtR: WHAT!! We're busy!
RNSFJ: I.. was just coming to tell you That.. Texpress had blown off another interview.
GMtR: (turning to Zane) And thats ANOTHER thing... you can't keep skipping interview times! It's a part of every OOWF Superstar's contract. You have to talk with the Journalists when required
Zane: They annoy me.
GmtR: Tough
Zane: Hire real journalists and not Eye Candy and I might.
GMtR: Eye candy brings in ratings. Teenage boys need things to stare at.
Zane: Then you will not have my co-operation
GMtR: You won't get your raise.
Zane: You'll lose the best tag team in the industry.
Chad: Rick, what we're saying here is this, Double Trouble Wrestling has made us quite an offer. It's NOT about the money. It's about how we are treated.
GMtR: It's about the money.
Zane: It's about getting fair treatment. Return matches. Equal opportunities. Not forcing us to wrestle the same team over and over again for 6 weeks at a time. It's about standing up to Groups like The Five
GMtR: and Run DEA
Chad: What we are getting at here is Start treating us like you want us to stay, or we won't.
GMtR: This from the guy who has yet to apologize for attacking me.
Zane: I am not sorry for that. You needed a wake-up call. You cannot screw with us over and over and expect no reprocussions.
Chad: Rick. We came back here. Could have been like Concrete TG and went to Vince. Could have called up Dixie, she has a great tag division there. Lone Star Wrestling wanted us bad. We Chose The OOWF. We chose You. Show us some reciprocation.
GMtR: I cannot be held hostage in a contract negotiation.
Zane: We aren't concerned about the money. What we asked for from you is HALF the DTW offer. We want the considerations in writing that they have promised us.
GMtR: You want creative control?
Zane: No. We want simple considerations. Teams that cheat to win constantly should not get return matches. Teams that lose titles should get equal opportunity to regain them.
GMtR: You really don't live in reality. Zane.
Chad: I do. And not getting the rematch after Tytan and Wrath had shot after shot after shot was crap. They didn' object So what was the problem? You deserved to get the crap beat out of you.
GMtR: Would you like a suspension too? You get no rematch this week thanks to your partner. In fact, you won't get one until I get a proper apology.
(Chad and Zane Stand up simultaneously and Rick gets a deer-in-the-headlight look.)
GMtR: OK Ok Ok. Let me think about it. And the board will have to approve the raise.
Chad: It needs to happen Rick.
(They turn and walk out, The RNSFJ still standing there now in shock)
RNSFJ: You... you can't be leaving me Chad! We need to get to know each other so much better!
Zane: Young lady, do you realize how many women on this trip he has been with.
RNSFJ: I know.. Isn't that HAWT!
(Chad laughs hysterically until a muffled sound of "Sexy Boy" is heard. Chad pulls out his No longer sponsored cell phone and turns away to talk.)
Chad: No, I got your texts. I was just not sure what to say to you..... I know it has been a while........... I really don't know. Certain people around here might disapprove................ You made it clear that there was nothing there................. I felt used, yeah............... No I didn't keep anything.
***Fade***
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:08:42 GMT -5
(Tytan, Wrath and Athena are just finishing a workout and have seen Texpress latest issues,)
Athena: I still don't get out Rick works around here. He puts you guys in a triple threat match against Nothing Happened who you have beat several times and Drink and Destroy who haven't who just say that there back. And meanwhile Texpress one of the proven Tag-teams around here get screwed again.
Tytan: We all have tried to figure out the way he works and the Championship committee but it is one of life greatest mysteries.
Wrath: You better watch it if Rick hears you he might suspend you.
Athena: Are you really worried about that?
Wrath: No, but he has done stranger things before.
Athena: Maybe there is something that we could do to help them?
Tytan: That is a good idea. I'll have to think about that one.
Wrath: Maybe we'll have to talk to them and see if they want our help on this.
Athena: He does have a point.
Tytan: Alright then we will talk more about that later after we are done with the workout.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:09:33 GMT -5
Firewoman and Moose appear to have drunk themselves sober.
MHJ: So......that's everything? *He grabs the cell phone* Goddammit, quit texting and talk to me.
FW: Because being traded for money so your mom can feed her habit is somehow not enough?
MHJ: No, no....that's.....it's plenty...just.......I mean, are you okay?
FW: I think we both know the answer to that.
MHJ: That's not what I'm asking....dammit, Fire, why is always like pulling teeth with you?
FW: Most of the time they felt bad and just bought me ice cream or a burger or something. It's fine.
MHJ: Most of the time....
FW: So the one that didn't was the first building I ever burnt down where I knew someone was inside.
MHJ: Oh....hence, juvy...
FW: Hence juvy psych ward, actually.
MHJ: Right, right.........well, now we have to get rid of her.
FW: Music to my ears. There's even a swamp on the other side of--
MHJ: GOOD GOD NOT LIKE THAT. Sheesh.
FW: Oh........
MHJ: Look, you don't want her at the wedding, and now that I see the whole picture I don't want her there either. I'll take care of it.
FW: She's gone by the next stop or it's off.
MHJ: Agreed. Okay....wow, how long we been here? We should get back. *Moose tries to stand up, but it clearly not able.* I'll get Jake to come get us.
FW: You. Lucky is coming to get me in *looks at her watch* thirty minutes.
MHJ: Suit yourself....so.............should we....I dunno hug or something?
FW: Go sober up.
MHJ: Right.
Moose tosses her phone back to her staggers out the door. Time passes. Fire makes a call or two. Way more than thirty minutes, and Fire has had a few more. A shadow falls over her, barely perceptible in this place, and she looks up to see Davin Moreland.
DM: How DO you find these places?
FW: It's a gift.
DM: I wanted to try to--
FW: "I?" Where is.....um.......the other one?
DM: He's watching the car. No WAY I'm leaving it unguarded in this neighborhood.
FW: Right....so have a seat.
DM: Look.....here..... *he hands her a pill bottle*
FW: What's that?
DM: For your ribs. Moose may be blind to it (OOC: HA!) but I can tell they are beyond Not Good. I'd consider asking you to skip your Sadistic Madness match, but I already know the answer, so here's something from Sammie to get you through.
FW: Thanks, but I won't need them. *but she puts them in her pocket anyway.*
DM: Right...so that takes care of point one. Point two is ... don't call off the wedding.
FW: I was very clear to Rick that--
DM: You were clear that RICK or VINCE was not to invite her. But they didn't. My mom did. And it would really make her sad if she thought you canceled the happiest day of your life because of her.
FW: ......
DM: You don't want to see my mom....Mrs. Moreland, that made you cookies.....you don't want to see her cry, do you?
FW: That's totally not fair.
DM: It's totally not.
FW: Fine. I still want her gone though......I can't tell you how much I want to just wring her--
DM: I know, I know...I'll see what I can do. How 'bout we head back to the arena?
FW: *sigh* Okay.
They stand to leave, Fire a little unsteady. Davin is ahead of her and calls over his shoulder.
DM: Oh, by the way, called Chris, he'll be there for the show Wednesday, and through 'til the wedding, obviously. Are you paying attention?
FW: Huh...yeah....I was just thinking. Maybe The Whore should stick around.
DM: Why, so you can kill her? I don't think I want to be an accessory to the bloodbath of one of your regular rages, and this is like ten times that.
FW: No no...........I'll redirect it somewhere else.
DM: Where?
FW: *smiling* Alexander.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:10:13 GMT -5
Poe is seated on a metal folding chair in a dark room lit by one huge candle. This room does not appear to be anywhere on the HMS Tytannik. Poe is wrapping tape around his fists as he begins to speak.
Poe: Chad Madison. One half of Texpress. But not this week. No, this week your partner has left you. Where for art thou partner? That's right. He got himself suspended. What fools these Texans be.
Sa-T: *out of the shot* You're not talkin' 'bout me are ya??
Aa-T: *out of shot* Shut Up! Pops is promoing!
Poe ignores the exhcnage and continues.
Poe: You do have a partner. Young Miss Blue. But alas she will be unable to save you. For she has her own concerns with a certain Moosehead Jack. I know I can trust Moose to "keep her busy." As for those other two, well, Ecosystem knows better than to interfere. Mr. Vangard would be wise to follow his partner's lead.
Sa-T: *out of shot* Omar! King Barry gets OOWF-TV here! Uncle Moose and Firewoman are drunk 'cuz their mom's here!
Aa-T: *out of shot* GOD DAMMIT Selena shut! Up!
Poe once again lets the exchange finish before continuing.
Poe: Chad Madison. One of Davin Moreland's Boys. His lap dog if you will. Well, your association with him may very well cost you your career on Wednesday. Are you familiar with the expression "Don't kill the messenger"? Well it will never be more fitting; nor more false in your case. Davin Moreland, I hope you're watching what I do to your "boy." The same will happen to you in due time. Make your jokes. Throw your insults at me, I do not care. It does not phase me, nor falter me in my plans. My plans are to deliver on the blood warrant you signed the moment you harmed my daughter. So you have written, so it shall come to pass. Namaste Davin Moreland.
A'isha's face comes into the shot beside the huge candle.
Aa-T: Nevermore.
A'isha blows out the candle and the room goes black
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:11:33 GMT -5
(Tytan shows up in the GMtheRick's office.)
GM: What the hell are you doing here?
Tytan: Rick, I come here with an offer.
GM: Great, you and the long list that has come before you.
Tytan: Mine's simple. Give Texpress the rematch that they want.
GM: or....this is that part that you threaten me or make some outrageous stipulation to the match. Then I laugh and say the Board wouldn't go for it.
Tytan: No, there is nothing to it. All you need to remember is if I even lay a hand on you you have to suspend me. You have to treat every wrestler on the roster the same. Then what would you do without one half of the tag-team champions. Especially in a division like ours.
GM: You wouldn't even dare.
Tytan: Try me Rick. It's seems people like to use their stroke around here to get what they want. I am just playing right up there with the rest of them.
GM: I'm impressed to finally see you taking charge of some things there Tytan. Instead of being lead around by whatever maniac you decide to form an alliance with.
(Tytan stars to walk out but then stops and turns around.)
Tytan: Look Rick all I am doing is fighting for what I feel is right. They deserve a rematch and not these other teams. Oh and since you mentioned it. I am still wanting a Last Man Standing Steel Cage match for the Pay-Per-View. And Rick....
GM: I am still playing nice. You don't want to see me pissed off. I did learn something from those Maniacs that you talked about.
(Tytan leaves)
(Fade)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:12:19 GMT -5
Ecosystem is sitting alone, single-camera, watching OOWF-TV.
Then again. And again. It becomes clear Eco is watching a continued loop. Finally, he speaks.
Eco: Let's talk seriously for a minute, Tytan. We've reached a place of absurdity. We've reached a place where you tell me to play smarter, not harder....where you tell me I am too violent. You, Tytan, are telling Ecosystem to be less violent and to be smarter.
A year ago, this would have been unthinkable.
So how did we get here?
The "Salvation" gimmick is new, yes. But it started with Salvation. It started...when I saved you.
Eco: Of course, I don't just mean physically. When I arrived here, you were in the main event scene, challenging for the World Title. But you were directionless, unready, not taken seriously as a challenger. No one was surprised when you failed to take the title.
Then I came in. Helped you to the DDT Title, which we actually made mean something for a while. Led you to the tag team titles. Turned you from a monstrous annoyance into a beloved fan favorite. I even avenged your loss by taking the World Title off of Poe a mere four months after I returned.
You're a hard worker, Tytan. No one pushes harder than you in that gym, no one prepares more than you for every single match. But you were expending your energy badly. You flailed around, picking fights with everything that moved. With the exception of an Intercontinental Title run--of, what, under a month?--with that exception, you only won titles when Poe was dragging you along, giving you direction.
You're better, Tytan. Far better now, but even now, you still show your lack of direction.
That's a couple months ago now. For a short while, I had let you find your own direction. I entrusted you to lead Wrath as I worked with Tyler. And instead of inserting yourself into the tag title scene--a place where you obviously would have and now do excel--you called me and told me to "do something" instead of taking the initative yourself. You only ended up with the tag titles when Rick booked that #1 Contender's Match for you.
Does that seem too simple a narrative?
Of course it's too simple. I'm only listing the ways I straightened you out. You straightened me out too, of course. I could be distracted, lost in my projects, and you'd set me on the right course. We were partners, in every sense of the word. But once we expanded our relationship...let in others, practiced being stewards separately...well, then you took a very different approach. Your criticism was over these cameras, you refused comment from a distance.
A partnership is meaningful. In all my time in the OOWF, I have never abandoned a partner. My partners have abandoned me.
Moosehead Jack? Heartpunched me to hell and made my life mirror it. I was young and weak, and he drove me out.
The Knife? Disappeared just as I had opened myself to him.
Voltage? Tyler Vangarde has come home today, free from his addictions and that which could have destroyed him. But Voltage is dead.
Matte quit on us before we had him take his leave. Folz abandoned us for greed, as is his nature.
This leaves me with you. I'm not going to say you abandoned me because you think my vision is blurred, that my motivations are screwy. Partners can and should disagree. But it's more than that. Something has changed.
You'll tell me you've left that door open for me to reform, to come back to you. But I don't believe you have. I don't believe you have, because from the beginning, you refuse to give me the benefit of the doubt. You conflate me with Tyler when you speak, forget that I have done NOTHING but try to protect Evans and Gryfon from harm. When you disagree with me, you shake your head and laugh instead of trying to understand.
DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME, TYTAN! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LAUGH AT ME!
Ecosystem looks down and clenches his fists. He then looks up.
Eco: You have no right to laugh at me...because you are trying to be me. In your mannerisms, your virtues, the way you "lead" Wrath...you are play-acting at being Ecosystem.
You haven't earned the name "Salvation." I am the one who has saved people. I was the one who pulled Lauren away from her soul crushing sex work and drug habit, giving her financial independence. I was the one who saved Tyler from his addictions and demons, forgave him his abandonment and healed him of his afflictions. And you forget so easily that the only reason Wrath is with you today is because of me and my "attack dog" took him down and made him see the light.
Proverbs 11:24: One man gives freely, yet gains even more; another withholds unduly, but comes to poverty.
I will continue to give freely to you, Tytan. And I am more than willing to gain from you. But do not withhold from me....or you will find yourself impoverished once again.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:13:42 GMT -5
<Moose gets off the boat at Freeport, Grand Bahama Island. He is met by Poe and Selena> S: Thanks for coming Uncle Moose! MHJ: No problem Mouse, glad to get away for a day P: How’s your head? MHJ: Been better, but I needed that <they make their way to the house and are sitting on a patio snacking and sharing a drink> P: So, we are teaming this week MHJ: Been awhile since we did that P: Selena, could you go check on Aisha please <Selena makes a face, but gets up and leaves> P: There has been something I have been meaning to talk to you about MHJ: Shoot P: Well, the………issues between Davin and I are well known MHJ: Hell of a feud, no love lost on either side P: Exactly. And now that it has come out that Davin is a cousin to you and Fire……. MHJ: You think we will somehow be offended if you break his neck? P: Something like that MHJ: Well, you know I can’t speak for Fire P: No one can MHJ: I am not sold that this is not all some big ruse P: Even after he brings your mother in? MHJ: Especially after that P: Why is that such a red flag? MHJ: Davin claims to be related to us. But he is married into the Darling family. Alex wants nothing more than to win the title back. Bringing mom in is a little game of oneupsmanship, no different than Fire bringing Syd in <Poe bristles a little at this> MHJ: No offense intended, I just don’t trust him. Davin is a big boy, he made his own mess, you do whatever you have to do to him when you get the chance. P: This week I plan to send a message to Davin through that idiot Chad Madison MHJ: As well you should. And I have some plans for Ms. Blue P: That leaves Eco and Tyler. Eco appears to be coming a bit……..unhinged MHJ: Exactly what I expected from him. Eco continuously puts himself in positions of leadership, and he wilts under that pressure each and every time. He mentioned earlier that I sent him packing from The Establishment, and the OOWF. He couldn’t handle the responsibility then, and he can’t handle it now. Tytan has turned out to be a better leader than Eco ever could be P: What about what he did to Jake? MHJ: Jake can take care of himself. It was just another example of Eco’s misplaced priorities. He was so caught up in trying to impress Ravenna that he lost track of his goals. He has managed to be worse for the OOWF than we have ever been P: I am not sure I would go that far. So, for the match, you expect Eco and Tyler to escalate things? MHJ: Actually, I expect just the opposite, IF Eco is thinking clearly. He has no dog in this fight P: Well, he wants to get rid of us, and he wants to impress Ravenna…… MHJ: But he knows that he is not going to get rid of The Five in this match, even if we lose, it doesn’t mean anything. Unless Eco decides to do something noble, and stupid, like sacrifice himself for Ravenna, I think he will stay out of it P: It makes no difference what he does, I want Madison, and I want Madison to bleed. I am so tired of their measuring stick crap MHJ: As am I <Selena comes back> S: I checked on Aisha, we are going to the pool. You guys wanna come? P: No beloved, I have had my fill of sunlight for a bit, and Uncle Moose is still feeling a little………under the weather <Selena pouts a little and runs off to the pool> |
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