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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 19:25:24 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Key West, Florida
Stips TBA[/u]
Firewoman vs. Alexander Darling
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Ravenna Blue vs. The Dead
OOWF World Tag Team Title Fatal Four Way Tornado Match[/u]
Salvation vs. Nothing Happened vs. Poe & Stank vs. Drink & Destroy
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Spin Hansen
Winner Gets an Onslaught Title Shot at the PPV[/u]
LD Williams vs. Mr. E vs. Matt Folz
Moosehead Jack vs. Chris Evans
Ecosystem, Dr. Infieri & Tyler Vangard vs. Texpress & Concrete TG
Card subject to cancellation in favor of a LeBron James special where he announces his choice of breakfast cereals [/quote]
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:35:54 GMT -5
COLD OPEN on a locker room. The Crusher Stan Fulton, having just finished the latest edition of Mayhem, is sitting on a bench laughing hysterically. The Onslaught Title is over one shoulder and the DDT Iron Man Title is over the other. Sheikh Shihab Abd-al-Malik Abdul-Aziz Rahat is standing behind him looking quite perturbed.
The laughter fades as Fulton wipes the tears from his eyes.
“Oh my. Matt. Matt. Matt. You make me laugh so. What a hoot, hey Shihab? Matt Folz. What a character. You know, if you weren’t such a scheming lil’ prick, Folz, I think I could learn to like you.
“You finally get around to cutting a promo, say you don’t care about me, disparage my abilities again (as an aside to Sheikh Rahat, “There’s a surprise; what’s that like the eighth time now?”) and then immediately prove you don’t believe a single word of any of it by getting involved in my title match.
“You’re a such a retard, Matt Folz. Or you’re insane. You know, they say that to continue to do the same thing over and over and expect different results is the true test of insanity. I think the other true test is to continue to keep saying one thing and believe it’s true, but continue to do the opposite. That’s you, Matthew. You continue to call me names and claim I have no ability in the ring and then you absolutely deny your entire soliloquy by going out and having to put a stop to my matches.
“You have a three-way dance this week on Mayhem to determine who gets a shot at the Onslaught title at the PPV. Now, I might not even be holding this title. Spin Hansen gets his long-awaited rematch this week as well. It shall be a brutal match again. I’ve got a long week of training ahead of me.
“But you, Matt Folz, have a match against LD Williams and Mr. E. I don’t have to tell you that you’ve got your work cut out for you. Well, since you are a moron, maybe I do have to tell you.
“Hey, Matt? You’ve got your work cut out for you.”
Fulton breaks out into a huge shit-eatin’ grin
“Doubt that got through to you, shiong-mung duh kwong-run, but there it is. I’m actually hoping Mr. E wins your match. He and I had a great one going last night and I’d like to continue that. But that’s not for me to determine. I will be concentrating on Spin Hansen this week. Oh, I’m sure Matt will interfere again and to that end I have one... let’s call it a request... for our illustrious General Manager.
“Mr. Rick, I want a stipulation added to this week’s match with Spin Hansen. If Matt Folz interferes in ANY way whatsoever, Spin Hansen is disqualified.
“You see, Matt, I wouldn’t put it past you to come down to the ring and clock Spin between the eyes just so I lose the title. You’re a right foul git sometimes, but you can be clever.
“So I expect to walk out of Mayhem this week with this Onslaught Title still over my shoulder. You know why? Because we are so... very... pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us lose.
“HA! Spin, I’ll see you in the ring on Wednesday night. And Mr. Folz?
“Enjoy the pain.”
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:36:39 GMT -5
For some reason we're looking at a computer screen, reading an E-Mail string. and--damn it--the names have been blurred to protect the angle.
For some reason we're looking at a computer screen, reading an E-Mail string. and--damn it--the names have been blurred to protect the angle.
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Oh yeah. How about this:
OOWF! It's been years since you've seen anything like what we're bringing to OOWF Midweek Mayhem! Las Vegas! Nevada! July 28!
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
We're not wrestling!
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Can we mention our opponents to give them a rub, then announce the name of the show?
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
How do you end a 5-star promo in an E-Mail?
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Did you just mention another name?
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Was that Ron Simmons?
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Damn!
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Weren't we supposed to keep names blurred to protect the angle?
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Now that's how you kayfabe. Welcome, Beast!
(BEAST SUDDENLY BUSTS THROUGH THE FOURTH WALL AND RUINS THE PROMO!)
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
BTW, has anyone heard from Beast?
To:
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Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Dude, have you been following the OOWF? I'm not sure you want to see him now. From what I can tell, he's involved in some soap opera with Disney characters. It's a long way from Popcorn and Porn.
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Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
It will be good to see my old tag-team partner again. Man, I love that guy!
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Ha! I can Tweet a promo better than most of the goofs currently in the OOWF!
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Are you guys cutting a 5-star promo via E-Mail?
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Did you just steal a line from Hardbody Harris?
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Yeah, I still have feelings for you, too, but I think someone else wants to have sex with me, if you know what I mean!
To:
From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
I Love You Guys!
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From:
Sub: Re: Las Vegas OOWF
Flying in? You can't fly me! I'm already flied! Fly me! I'm already flied! Abuse! Of! Power! (I just love doing that.)
Seriously, I'm already in town. I'm staying at the Bellagio, and it's comped! Apparently your name still goes somewhere in this town. Just ask for the dude in the Presidential Suite. Let's go play 18 holes--if you can walk that far!
To:
From:
Sub: Las Vegas OOWF
Dudes! I got us front-row seats! Well, actually I got you two front row seats. I got a backstage pass, so I guess we'll have to get together before the show. I think someone likes me again, if you know what I mean. So when are you flying in?
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:37:41 GMT -5
Fade into a hospital room where it's clear it's been a long night of x-rays, consultations, and other things. Firewoman is sitting up, IVed, but not out of it despite the pain meds. Jericho, Moose, GM the Rick, Lucky, and a Cute Doctor are there, and it seems there's also been a bit of discussion. OOWF-TV is universal, and it's playing
FW: What does Folz mean by registered? We have the license, right, Lucky?
L: Yes. He means where did you... never mind, it's not important.
Y2J: Can we get back on topic?
FW: No.
GMtR: Doc....
CuteDoc: There's no way medically I'm giving anything but a big no to competing next week. I'm not even sure you should move.
FW: Well, Rick is not going to listen to some crappy third world doctor, are you Rick.
GMtR: Yeah, I am. Turns out you shouldn't have been in the match THIS week but you threatened my entire medical staff to keep it quiet.
FW: Mooooooooose.
Y2J: *frustrated and almost yelling*You just can't stand it when people tell you no, can you!? Well this is one time you're going to have to listen.
CD: Mr. Jericho, please keep your voice down. This is a hospital.
FW: I just need to rest a little and I'll be fine.
Y2J: Really.
FW: Yes.
*Jericho and Fire stare off. Jericho pokes Fire in the ribs with his finger and she cries out. Moose raises an eyebrow.
CD: Hey! We just got everything all set!
FW: Nice. Domestic abuse already.
Y2J: Proving a point. Rick?
*GM the Rick looks deep in thought. Or drunk. It's hard to tell.*
GMtR: Doc, if she's really REALLY good and doesn't do anything stupid, would she be ready by the PPV.
CD: I think the likelihood of her being not doing anything stupid is pretty small.
FW: Hey! I'm right here!
CD: But yeah....she should be okay by then.
GMtR: Then that's it then. No matches for you 'til the PPV. We'll do a contract signing or something on Wednesday, she should be okay to at least walk around by then right?
CD: If she takes it easy until then yes.
FW: No. I need to have a--
GMtR: I'm not sanctioning a match with you in this condition.
FW: So we'll do an unsanctioned match.
GMtR: If I give it to you, it's still sanctioned. It's the biggest lie in wrestling. No.
FW: Dammit, Rick.
Y2J: DAMMIT FIRE WOULD YOU JUST...THIS ONCE..... LISTEN!! FOR ONCE!!
*Moose has been listening quietly but now moves quickly in between where Jericho is standing and where Fire is laying.*
MHJ: I think now it would be a good idea for you to go make sure that nose isn't broken.
Y2J: It's already been checked and it's--
MHJ: Let me clarify. For your own good....you should probably take a walk.
*Jericho considers this, and decides to go do that. Moose nods at Lucky*
L: Um, Rick, Doctor, there's some insurance forms I need both of you to sign, if you'll step outside here.....
*Everyone leaves.*
FW: Thank gods. Help me get out of --
MHJ: No.
FW: Very funny. Find my clothes I'm not wearing this gown.
MHJ: No.
FW: ....
MHJ: .....
FW: Moose.....He's not sorry yet. He has to pay for--
MHJ: And he will.....but --
FW: But nothing, Moose. You and I are the same, and if you were here and I was there, you'd be making the exact same argument. Hell, I think you have. Now either help me or get out of my way.
MHJ: Fire, I--
FW: Just shut up. You don't get it. You should, but you don't. Moose, I will stop at NOTHING. I will do whatever it TAKES to make SURE that he regrets the day he stepped over the line. Now, you can either help me, like you should have when I had to live with the whore, or you can get the fuck out of here, and I'll do it myself. Again.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:39:25 GMT -5
<Moose looks down at Fire, who is still trying to get out of bed>
FW: He is NOT sorry! I have him RIGHT where I want him, this week it should be a cage, no a TAIPEI CAGE! NO! A triple cage!
<Moose slowly walks over and locks the door, Fire looks at him>
FW: What the hell are you doing?
MHJ: I am going to say this once, and you are either going to listen, or I am going to whip your ass all over this room until you have no choice BUT to listen, you are not going to have a match, you are not leaving his hospital, and you are NOT going to do anything stupid to cost you what you worked so hard for
<Firewoman glares at Moose>
FW: You think I am going to listen to you?
MHJ: I think you have no choice, now lay down and shut up
FW: BUT DARLING........
MHJ: <snapping> BUT DARLING NOTHING! I know he is not sorry, everyone can see through that. He should get a fucking academy award for that little bit of acting he did, but you can barely breathe, let alone wrestle. THINK! Fire. Who has more to lose right now? You went through HELL to get that title, you wrestle this week, and you KNOW Darling is going to do nothing but work your ribs and take your title
FW: You.......you think I can't beat him?
MHJ: Of course you can.......but not with broken ribs. Whether you want to ADMIT it or not, the smartest thing you could do, for perhaps the first time in your life, is fucking LISTEN to someone
<Fire sees the anger in Moose's eyes and lays back on the bed and doesn't say a word, but almost looks relieved. Moose sits in the chair and crosses his arms and stares back at Fire>
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:40:20 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams walks into Chamber V, carrying a garment bag.”
Stank: “How is she?”
LDW: “She’ll live, but I wouldn’t lay money on the hospital staff.”
**Williams lays the garment bag on the bar next to Stank.**
S: “What’s this?”
LDW: “Your tux for the wedding. Fire had it flown in.”
**Stank stands up, looking excited. He unzips the bag and recoils.**
S: “What…THE FUCK…..is that?”
LDW: “Your tux.”
**The camera zooms in on a powder blue tux with a heavily ruffled black crushed velvet shirt.**
S: “It’s hideous.”
LDW: “Dude, you’re Best Man, or Maid of Honor, or whatever. I believe hideous is implied in standing up with the bride.”
S: “So what does yours look like, flower boy?”
LDW: “Simple black tux, actually.”
S: “WHAT?!?”
LDW: “Don’t want to distract from the flowers.”
S: “No. NO. HELL NO! I am NOT wearing that thing.”
LDW: “I told her you’d say that. Good thing she got the spare.”
S: “What the hell are you talking about?”
LDW: “I told Fire to get one made in my size…if you don’t want to wear it, I’ll happily take over the best person role.”
S: “You’d wear that?”
LDW: “Some of us are comfortable in our own skin, Lucas.”
S: “And some of us learned fashion sense from Donovan Viper.”
**Donovan Viper bursts into Chamber V.**
DV: “I AM NOT A - oooh, crushed velvet! I think that color will really bring out your eyes, Stank.”
**Stank snarls and lunges at Viper, who runs out of the chamber.**
S: “This…this is a joke, isn’t it? That’s it. This is your sad Canadian idea of humour. You almost had me.”
LDW: “Stank…<Williams pulls out the jacket and holds it up>…this is custom made. Tailored to fit you like a glove. Do you have any idea what custom-made hideous is worth? Would I throw away that kind of cash for a practical joke? Me?”
**Stank looks from Williams to the jacket, to Williams, and back to the jacket. With a groan, he tears the jacket from Williams’ hands and storms out of the chamber, presumably heading for the hospital..**
**Poe, sitting nearby, looks up from his book.**
P: “What is custom-made hideous worth?”
LDW: “Not as much as you’d think. I know a tailor with a sick sense of humor.”
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:42:06 GMT -5
Below promo is (edited but probably) NSFW--words, no images. Trigger Warning, though it does not describe an actual occurrence, even in context of OOWF storyline.
(Rosie Quinn is walking down the hospital waiting area when she bumps into Ecosystem.)
RQ: Oh, I've seen you!
Eco: Excuse me?
RQ: You're that Juni boy, aren't you? Always trying to make my Lisa feel better. She's so hard to deal with, but I'm glad people like you care.
Eco: ...Um...
RQ: She's not in a very good way right now, is she?
Eco: ...She'll be fine.
RQ: Sometimes the best way to reach people is through those they love. I hate to even bring this up, but I...I've fallen on hard times recently.
Eco: So you want money?
RQ: I didn't--
Eco: You actually have the gall to ask me for money?
RQ: You're putting words into my mouth. By no means--
Eco: Because I wouldn't mind.
RQ: (stops short) Really? In that case--
Eco: It's just...It's just that you have such an easy way to make money.
RQ: What do you mean?
Eco: You could have a baby.
RQ: Excuse me? Sweetie, welfare money isn't as good as it once was.
Eco: That's not what I mean. You know what I mean.
RQ: What do you mean?
Eco: After all, some of your former clients might be more willing to pay top dollar for an even younger child.
RQ: W-Why would you...You are disgusting.
Eco: I'm disgusting? I'm disgusting? Let me tell you what's disgusting....
(Eco pushes Ms. Quinn against the wall and leans in close.)
Eco: Picture this, if you will.
Little girl, waiting on the corner, waiting for a man to pick her up. She doesn't entirely understand why she's there. The last couple men have had pity, taking her for cookies and leaving her back in the rain to soak. But tonight, how can she be sure? So she sits there, and the rain comes down harder. Cars come by and one intentionally splashes her with mud. They know why she's there, better than she does.
Finally, he arrives. Pot belly, like most of them. But the smell of alcohol is stronger. This is his first time too, and he's been preparing. Taking the guilt, the anxiety, and drinking it into meanness. He asks her name, the name she will let no one say today, she gives it to him. He picks her up with little more speech and carries her off. People watch. No one cares.
She understands soon. But when the client realizes the situation, sees the blood.
He freaks. "Fuck! Fuck! Little girl--Fuck!" So he does what all men do, when faced with losing everything--lash out. She's lying there crying, and he thinks about it for a second.
Maybe she doesn't have a family.
Maybe no one will know.
Maybe no one will check this side of town.
He grabs her around the neck with the belt. He's choking her as he kicks her, somehow believing this will speed up the process. She wrenches herself free though, and runs. Runs out into the street, bleeding from the head now as well as below. He runs out into the street and beats her until he sees people watching. Lots of people. He bolts.
He didn't need to bolt, of course. No one would have done anything. Everyone returned home and left her there. Lying there bleeding for a half-hour. No wonder she's so tough today. Just lucky all the men were gone by then--the 3 AM types would love a freebie all warmed up for them. Finally, she's picked up by the cops on their usual run. Given a nice orange ensemble, released in pity. Why she went home to you, I'll never know. She'll never know. Maybe she just had to know if you would do it again. Had to know that more than she had to be sure she'd be okay.
RQ: (beginning to cry, but also furious) That never happened.
Eco: (even quieter) Do you know that?
All coked up, cracked out, whatever you were, whatever you became, do you know it never happened? Do you know nothing worse ever did?
You piece of shit, you don't. You know, I believe we're all fallen, Rosie. I believe Christ's sacrifice covers all of our souls.
But even in my faith, Rosie...I find it so hard to believe all the Messiah's Holy Blood is enough to wash away a sin as grievous as yours.
I hope it's not. I hope you burn in hell for a very long time. Now stay the fuck away from Fire's hospital room or I'll send you there sooner.
(Eco pushes Rosie against the wall, where she hits her head against the mirror. It shatters prompting orderlies to pay attention.)
Eco: (looking at Rosie's head) Small gash. No compensation, no sharing in your daughter's perfect sacrifice and pain.
(Eco pulls out a switchblade. She twitches, but he drops it on the ground.)
Eco: Now do us all a favor and open that wound up a little more. Like across the jugular.
(Eco walks off, leaving Ms. Quinn attended to by orderlies.)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:43:01 GMT -5
Ravenna is seen walking into the hospital, she has ridiculous flowers in her hand and she seems anxious. She looks around the lobby a bit and walks up to the reception desk. A tired-looking female nurse greets her.
TLFN: Can I help you.
Ravenna: Yes, um. I'm looking for...
Eco storms out of the elevator and towards the exit.
Ravenna: Um, nevermind. Thanks though. (She heads off after Eco.)
Ravenna: Juni, wait.
Eco: (Stopping to see who is behind him) Well, hello Ravenna. I'm surprised to see you here.
Ravenna: I can't say the same. Look, we need to talk.
Eco: Have you finally accepted the offer of Salvation?
Her expression turns angry for a moment.
Ravenna: No Juni, I want to talk to you about Jake.
Eco: Ah yes, I believe he will make a good candidate for the saving.
Ravenna: Juni...you ATE HIS FLESH!
She realizes that she is drawing eyes from people in the waiting room and lowers her voice.
Ravenna: I am telling you, you need help. Serious and soon. You are losing it. You're becoming a monster, not a man of god.
Eco walks up to her, almost touching noses.
Eco: You suppose you know what a true man or woman of God is, do you, Ravenna?
Ravenna: Let me tell you one thing, Junichiro. (she pokes his chest for emphasis) Any god that would condone what you did to Jake, is not a god I'd go to for salvation. Jake, who is in his own right really effing confused did not deserve what you did to him. *You* have become the monster you've tried to save us from.
Eco: I had to become worse than them to get through to them...to...
Ravenna: To save them? Right? Then who will save you once your soul is stained with all the blood and pain *you've*caused?
Eco: I am a vessel, a tool for Salvation.
She reaches up and puts her hand on his cheek.
Ravenna: You almost fooled me, Juni. But your own narcissism and rage...the violence that hides behind your eyes. (She shakes her head slowly) It tells me who you really are.
She runs her thumb over his bottom lip and then pulls her hand away from him like it was on fire. She hands the flowers to him taking the card out.
Ravenna: You should give these to Fire, I know she is your everything. Be well, Eco.
She sidesteps him and walks out of the hospital.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:44:26 GMT -5
*Firewoman's Hospital Room*
It's late at night, much past the normal visiting hours of the hospital and Firewoman's hospital room is silent except for the sounds of her breathing. Slowly the door opens and a figure steps quietly into the room and stands over the bed. It's still too dark to see the figure but we see it push some of Firewoman's hair off her forehead and the camera focuses on the A$D scar on her forehead. The figure sighs and is about to turn around when Firewoman's hard flies up and grabs the figure's hand.
Firewoman: Who...what...where am I?
Unknown figure: You're still in the hospital.
The voice seems to wake Fire instantly up...
Fire: Here to finish the job you started Wednesday? Always figured you'd take the shortcut once I took that precious belt from around your waist.
Alexander: Is that truly what you think of me?
Fire: I know you'd do anything to win.
Alexander snatches his hand away from Fire and reaches behind him and pulls a chair up to the bed.
Oh sure, just make yourself comfortable so that when my brother and my fiancee get here they don't have to work hard to kill you.
Alexander: Let them.
Fire: What?
Alexander: Look at us Lisa. Look what's happened. Look where we are right now.
Fire: I'm in the hospital you put me in.
Alexander: You're right, and if you have your way, we'll do it all over again at Mayhem and then we'll do it again at the PPV and sooner or later one of us will go too far.
Fire: Will go...I think you crossed that line when you kidnapped me.
Alexander: You're right again. I probably have crossed it but has any of it been worth it? Has allowing your brother to try and kill me made you happy? Has bringing Sydney back into this world made you feel better about any of it? Hell, has beating me for the title given you even an ounce of satisfaction?
Fire: You know it has. What was it you used to say to me...if you end the day on top of the mountain, no one will care how you got there.
Alexander: Yea, I've said that, but I'm not sure I believe it anymore.
Fire: What are you trying to sell me Alex? I know you better than you think and if you think some little mind game will work...
Alexander: No mindgame...no nothing. I'm tired Lisa. I'm tired of not having my best friend around. I'm tired of wanting to kill everyone who gets in my way. I'm tired of being beaten to an inch of my life month after month. I'm just tired of it all.
Fire: So, what are you suggesting...not that I care or anything.
Alexander: Two things, one...let Rick and the board get their way this week. Let's blow off the match and just do their stupid contract signing.
Fire: You're afraid of me.
Alexander: Kinda...I'm afraid of what this is doing to both of us. If we stay on this path, one of our careers will be over, if not both so why do it? Why continue trying to kill each other after everything we've been through, both the good and the bad is there really a reason to push us over the cliff?
Fire: You think I'm going to let you off the hook for what you've done to me...I don't think so Alex.
Alexander: It's your choice to make Fire, but we both know that when push comes to shove, neither of us want to kill the other. We've been through too much to have it all end in a fucking wrestling ring. We deserve better and maybe one day you'll finally believe you do deserve it.
Fire: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Alexander: Ask your little savior boy who's decided to air all your secrets...the same secrets I've known about and never shared with anyone, even Lexie. But if that's the path you want to walk down, you'll do it alone because I'm done.
Fire: Even if I happen to agree with you about this week, it won't change the fact that we have a match at the PPV and I will do everything I can to make sure I keep the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship around my waist.
Alexander: I wouldn't expect anything less, but let's do it how we do it best. In the ring, wrestler vs. wrestler. No weapons, no shenanigans...let's see who truly is the best once and for all. And win or lose, after it's over, let's try and go back to how things used to be.
Fire: How they used to be? Are you serious...you think we can go back...
Alexander: I dunno Lisa. I'd like to hope we can at least go out for a drink and try. We have too much history to just let it die. Seriously, what's the worst that could happen?
Alexander gets up from his chair and starts walking towards the door when
Fire: I don't know if I can believe you Alex...part of me really wants to and the other part of me wants to bleed your corpse dry. No promises, but I'll consider it.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:45:40 GMT -5
(Alexander leaves the hospital room and bumps into Ecosystem, carrying flowers.)
Alex: Juni.
Eco: (obviously shaken) H-hi Alex. Um. How are you?
Alex: ...Are you serious?
Eco: Yeah. Just got shaken up.
(Alex looks at Eco quizzically.)
Alex: Are those flowers for Fire?
Eco: Yeah, they are. I mean, I didn't--I don't see why it's your business, having sent her--WHY ARE YOU HERE?
Alex: There you are. Work your way back up to your usual froth.
Eco: You--no. Never mind. Not today. Not now.
Alex: Fair.
(Alexander continues down the hallway, unperturbed. Eco is shaking. He drops the flowers, and picks them back up. He slowly walks into Fire's room.)
Fire: Eco?
Eco: Hi Fire. How--are you okay? Did they say you'd be okay?
Fire: Of course I am--you brought flowers?
Eco: What?
Fire: What you're holding there.
Eco: (nervously) OH THESE ARE FROM RAVENNA HERE YOU HAVE THEM. (Eco jams them out toward Fire.)
Fire: Ravenna sent me flowers?
Eco: Yes she did, and it wasn't me, and she hopes you feel better.
Fire: Juni...are YOU okay?
Eco: What, me? Couldn't be better. Happy as a clam. Whatever that means. I suppose clams are happy. Do you think I'm as bad as Poe?
Fire: Excuse me?
Eco: Well, you like Poe. Moose then--no, worse example. Um, you--NO! That would be negative reinforcement.
Fire: I have no idea what you're getting at.
Eco: Neither do I. But you're okay.
Fire: I am. Having some weird chats in here, but I'm going to be fine. I have my belt, and I'll deal with Alex--however I deal with him.
Eco: How much do you like your mother?
Fire: EXCUSE me?
Eco: Um. Never mind. You'll be mad.
Fire: Mad at what?
Eco: Well, I heard what your mom did...or what she made you do...you know, when you were young. And then she asked me for money--well, she was going to, and then I kind of went off on her...went off on her a lot. And she was crying...and bleeding, just a little, but that part was an accident, and the nurses were right there, and it wouldn't even be more than a stitch or two...and I guess I sort of gave her a knife and told her to kill herself, well kind of--no, I definitely did, but I don't think she'd take it seriously. Even if I kind of meant it.
So yeah.
Fire: ...You are fantastic sometimes.
Eco: Really?
Fire: Well, you're totally sick, and my brother's going to kill you, which he's well within his rights to do. But I'm certainly not un-pleased.
Eco: Oh. Well, thanks. I'm going to put these here. (Eco puts the flowers in water.) I hope you do okay and...
(Eco goes toward a hug, but pulls back and shakes Fire's hand vigorously.)
Eco: ...yeah. You'll be fine soon. Rest up.
(Eco walks out the door, leaving Fire baffled.)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:46:33 GMT -5
Fire watches Juni leave.
FW: I think I'm going to just chalk all that up to some sort of pain killer-fueled hallucination.
She reaches gently out for her cell phone, trying not to stretch, but wincing in pain anyway. She grabs it, and dials.
FW: Yeah, Lucky, it's me, can you get here? Great.
She hangs up, stretches again to put the phone back, winces again, swears at herself. Ten minutes later, Lucky's there.
FW: Where were you?
L: Downstairs?
FW: Whatever. Look, I need you to.....just let Rick know. I'm not going to fight him on this. I'll agree to the contract signing.
L: And?
FW: And what?
L: The rest of it. You promise to be good? Bedrest until you have to be at the arena in Key West?
FW: Yes, fine. I promise.
L: Wow...so.....
FW: On one condition.
L: I knew it.
FW: You need to move me somewhere else.
L: Why?
FW: Are you kidding? I can't get any rest here. It's like a revolving door.
L: Okay, okay....
FW: Just transfer me to another hospital or even a hotel where I can just chilll and no one knows where I am.
L: Except me.
FW: Right.
L: And, well, Jericho would need to know, what with being your fiance and stuff.
FW: Right, okay, you and Chris, but that's--
L: And Moose. He's your brother and he'll beat me to get the information.
FW: Fine...you, Jericho, and--
L: Of course, he'll probably tell LD, who will tell Stank.....which of them is your best man, by the way?
FW: Are they still going on about that?
L: And then Poe will want to know otherwise he'll feel left out and your truce will be broken....
FW: Okay, well, fine, then only the Fi--
L: And I'm sure he'll tell Selena and Aisha...then Rick will need to know in case he needs to get a hold of you, and.....what?
FW: .........
L: .........
FW: Fine....I'll just stay here.
L: Sure, whatever you want, boss. Get some rest, I have to review your contract for the show Wednesday. *He turns to leave, then stops.* So....what changed your mind?
FW: Huh?
L: Darling. What changed your mind about beating him mercilessly.
FW: Oh....his visit.
L: Huh?
FW: I made it my mission to defeat him, Lucky. To beat him. I thought I'd have to do it in the ring, physically destroy him. But I saw it in his eyes, Lucky. Whatever happens on Sunday? Doesn't matter.
L: Why?
FW: Because I've already won.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:47:16 GMT -5
(Ecosystem is walking out of the hospital when a car drives up.)  Super Mario: Get in. Eco: Why? After you finally get in the ring for a couple weeks just to run me down on television? Fuck you. SM: Do you-a listen? Eco: (walking away, with Mario's car slow following) Why should I? I don't have a guilty conscience. SM: Yes-a you do. You don't-a have a guilty conscience? You say you wanna cut down on-a the violence, and now you've got everyone talking about what a sick-a bastard you are. Eco: Jake had it coming. Fire's mom had it coming. SM: And who-a are you to render the judgment? Eco: I'm not, it's by all established standards, it's by divine law-- SM: And you know what they're dealing with? How you think-a you know? Ravenna say Jake is confused. Maybe there-a something wrong in his head. Rosie is drugged up the ol-a wazoo. What she do with the cuckoo brain, different than what you do...Though maybe you have the cuckoo brain too. (Eco grabs Super Mario off his car, sending it speeding away.) Eco: Listen, Mario. You listen to me real good. I'm sick of people questioning my sanity. Ravenna does it, Alex does it, they don't know me. You know me damn well. Maybe I'm doing things outside what you like. But I have never left you, or BRICK~!, or your layabout brother Luigi in want. In four years I have never given you any reason to question my heart, and now you decide to jump on the bandwagon and publicly humiliate me? SM: I-- Eco: You are like FAMILY to me, Mario! And maybe I'm destined to be betrayed by everyone I ever team with--even good, gracious, loyal Tytan, turning his back on me--but I will NOT be humiliated and betrayed by my family. Do you understand me? SM: I-- Eco: DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? SM: Yes. Yes, I do. And I actually am sorry for that. But also, while you were ranting, someone jacked my Kart.  Eco: Oh, fucking Yoshis. SM: Well, no need to be racist about it... Eco: Fuck you, get in my car. FADE |
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:48:31 GMT -5
Alexander darling gets to his cabin on the HMS Tytannik. He's visibly on edge from his conversation with Firewoman. He opens the door into a dark room...but he gets the feeling he's not alone in there.
He flips the light switch but nothing happens. He flips it a couple of times like everyone always does. Nothing. Finally, from a corner, someone lights a flame and places it to a large candle that lights up the cabin enough to see dimly throughout it. Darling then realizes Poe is sitting at Darling's desk with his feet up shuffling a deck of cards.
Darling sighs and looks for the nearest weapon. Poe holds up a finger (not THAT one) to stop him.
Poe: I'm not here to fight.
AD: I've heard that before.
Poe: I am a man of my word. You know that.
AD: So you're here to lecture me. Where's your motley crew?
Poe: If you mean my bretheren in the Five, I'm not sure. I'm kind of out of the loop lately. As for my girls, Selena is busy selecting her outfit for her birthday party. It's a big one you know.
Darling snickers.
AD: I bet it is.
Poe: Have you heard from Khadija?
AD: No.
Poe holds up a card and Darling sees for the first time it is a deck of Tarot. The card Poe is holding up is The Lovers.
Poe: You're lying.
AD: Did you really expect us NOT to talk after tearing up the marriage contract?
Poe says nothing, just shuffles more.
Poe: Tell me. Why are you and Lisa intent on killing each other?
AD: Thought you promised you'd never call her that again.
Poe: I promised not to call her Lioness, and besides...
Poe holds out his arms to the side and looks around.
Poe: She's not here.
AD: So I suppose you're going to try to talk me down. Protect your ally.
Poe: On the contrary. I rather do enjoy your attempt to tear each other limb from limb. I did my due diligence as an ally to her to talk her out of this blood feud, but naturally, she did not listen.
Poe holds up The Fool.
Poe: I understand her intentions. What are yours?
AD: She was my best friend. Like a sister. And she betrayed me.
Poe simply looks at Darling amused.
Poe: Hello Kettle. First time on the stove?
AD: We were never friends.
Poe: She simply broke your alliance. Cruely, yes, but that's all she took from you. You took my way of life from me for nine long months, plus MY best friend. Yet here you stand. Alive. Not torn limb from limb.
AD: Not for your lack of trying.
Poe: My point is I was finally able to be where I wanted to be once I let my desire to see your head on a pike cool. Don't get me wrong Boy. I still hate you. I just no longer wish to kill you.
AD: Thanks...I think. And the feeling is mutual by the way.
Poe nods and continues to shuffle his cards. He then stands.
Poe: This whole matter has taken up too much of my time. I can show myself out.
Poe then tosses two cards at Darling as he passes. Poe stops in the door and turns to face Darling before leaving.
Poe: You can keep the candle as a gift. Namaste.
Darling says nothing, but shakes his head after Poe leaves. He finally bends over to pick up the cards and sees that they are The Star and The Hanged-Man.
AD: What the fuck do these mean?
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:49:09 GMT -5
Firewoman is LAYING in her hospital room...well, propped up...anyway, she's playing with a laptop trying to get something to work. It clearly isn't, and after a few moments it goes sailing across the room, crashing into bits against the wall. Firewoman grabs her side. As Moose enters the room.
FW: Ouch!
MHJ: You call that being good?
FW: You call that being on the boat headed for Key West?
MHJ: Someone has to stay and make sure you follow doctor's orders.
FW: That's what Lucky's for.
MHJ: Lucky is busy taking Rooster to the airport, so he can get on Poe's plane...
FW: WHAT? Ow.....
MHJ: Oh, relax....Poe offered to fly him to the ppv, and have him back here Monday after RAW.
FW: He did?
MHJ: Yeah. AND, then he'll fly us all to Key West when you're released.
FW: Wow.....
MHJ: So maybe this truce will be a real one if SOMEONE doesn't lose her temper.
FW: *flips him off* Are you going to come in or just stand in the doorway.
MHJ: I want to make sure there's no more flying computers. What did that one do to draw your wrath?
FW: I'm trying to get the feed for the PPV so I can watch.
MHJ: He's not going to win.
FW: SHUT UP! Ow........
MHJ: Look, if you don't stop that, we'll just take your present back.
FW: My what? And who's we?
Moose smiles and stands aside as Stank and LD roll in a very nice high definition television, and get it set up with whatever cable or satellite is in the room. Orderlies roll in some comfy chairs for them to sit in, followed by Lucky with a checklist.
L: Good good. Hey Fire. Great idea, eh?
MHJ: Yep, we can all watch it together. Popcorn, Lucky?
L: Being popped now, sir.
MHJ: Poe will be joining us, later. He had something to do on the ship.
FW: I suppose THEY'LL be coming with him.
MHJ: Probably.
FW: I hear they have a great day care center here.
Fire, LD, and Stank start laughing, until Fire grabs her side again.
Stank: I'm doing this, but I am NOT wearing that crushed velvet monstrosity.
FW: What are you talking about?
LD and Moose start laughing, as Stank tries to hold in his anger as he tells Fire about what apparently IS a prank from earlier. Fire tries not to laugh, since it hurts.
FW: Alright, you two, now cut it out. You are BOTH my best men, okay? No crushed velvet, I promise.
The four members of The Five[/color] get situated as Lucky fiddles with the picture, even though there are several hours before the show starts. LD Williams' mom brings in drinks for everyone NOT on pain medicine. There's lots of laughing and teasing, especially of Stank in crushed velvet. Moose takes a seat next to Fire.[/i]
MHJ: See? Isn't this better than going off by yourself in some secret hospital?
FW: No. *But she's smiling.* We used to do this in Japan, get everyone in one room, food, drinks....lots of drinks....LOTS....we'd start out just making fun, but you know how it is with a room full of wrestlers, eventually we'd start re-enaction. *starts laughing* In fact, remind me to tell you about the time I tried to suplex Alex, but misjudged the distance and sent him crashing through the door. *She laughs harder* Fortunately we were both so trashed that neither of us felt a thing, but the apartment manager was out there and......
MHJ: .......
FW: .......
MHJ: .........
FW: Yeah...well.....it was funny.
MHJ: Uh huh.
Stank: I'M SAYING THAT IT IS NOT FUNNY AT ALL! NO ONE SHOULD EVER USE CRUSHED VELVET!
LDW: Okay, okay. But the look on your face was soooo worth it.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:49:50 GMT -5
Poe arrives at Firewoman's hospital room with Selena in tow, carrying a large teddy bear that's nearly as large as she is.
Stank: That bear is trying to eat Selena!
Sa-T: No, silly Stankie, it's a teddy bear.
LDW: I think we knew that.
Sa-T: Oh, right.
Selena drops the teddy bear on Firewoman's bed.
FW: What am I supposed to do with that?
Selena looks hurt, which draws a glare from Moose to Fire.
FW: Thank you Selena. Why don't you use it for the show tonight though?
Sa-T: Omigosh, that's a great idea!
Selena tosses the bear against the wall, grabs some popcorn and sits against it, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
Poe: Wow, being nice to Selena. That had to hurt.
FW: I've always been nice to Selena. I gave her a candy bar once.
Poe and Stank shake hands.
Poe: Enjoy your vacation?
Stank: I always do. I see you did too. Poor Chad. I'd feel sorry for him if I gave a damn about him. Where's A'isha?
Poe: She had to go back to the limo and leave her knife there. Hospital rules and all.
As of on cue, A'isha walks in carrying white lillies. She hands them to Firewoman who hesitantly takes them.
FW: Are they poisoned?
Aa-T: It's a sin to tarnish flowers.
FW: You didn't get that from your father... Thank you.
Aa-T: Yup, what's the show tonight?
LDW: Money in the Bank.
Aa-T: WWE right?
MHJ: Yes. Chris is in one of them.
Aa-T: I hate WWE. It's so lame. Hey, pops, remember when they tried to sign you?
Poe: Yes. Vince was practically drooling during the negotiation session.
LDW: What kept you from signing?
Poe: I did not want to play the characer they wanted me to be. They eventually did it anyway with Mohammed Hassan.
Aa-T: Do we have to suffer through a Cena match?
MHJ: Of course.
Aa-T: Ugh, I can do a better STF than he does. Hell, Selena could too.
Sa-T: *mouth full of popcorn* Huh?
Firewoman turns on the television with her remote.
FW: Let's see what we can find on here.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:51:24 GMT -5
We see inside the Texpress dressing area. Zane Myers is sitting watching Defensetrators footage. Chad Madison is in a large recliner, forehead bandaged, with a gaggle of SFJ’s surrounding him, playfully arguing who gets to do what as they nurse him back to health.
We hear a knock at the door.
Zane: Oh for the love of pete… Chad, answer the door.
Blonde SFJ #1: Zane! How DARE you! Your partner is lying here in complete agony
(Chad lets out an over-the-top fake groan)
And you expect him to get up and answer a door! You should be ashamed!
Zane blankly stares at her. Chad stirs
Chad: (in a weak tone) I… I think I might be well enough to stand.
(Knocking at the door becomes louder)
Zane: SOMEONE ANSWER THE DOOR
(A second and third Blonde SFJ spring to their feet, scared at Zane’s tone and together open the door. We see Concrete TG in full superhero regalia)
CTG: Greeting citizens!
Zane: Come in Gryphon.
(Crete takes a seat beside Zane and they watch a few moments of Defensetrators footage. Glass is heard shattering and Zane turns off the monitor.)
Zane: Imbeciles. Gryphon, what do you want.
CTG: I always liked that about you Citizen Myers. Straight to the point you are. I simply wanted to reassure you that I am fully on your side. Not only in the match this week against Ecosystem, Dr Inferieri and Citizen Vanguarde, but in your quest to gain a return match for the tag team championships.
Zane: I appreciate that, I suppose. You will not have to worry about us being on the same page. But tone down the superhero nerd schtick. It’s annoying.
CTG: I don’t follow
Chad: Ooooooooooooh I could use some lemonade
Brunette SFJ: I’ll get it!
Blonde SFJ #2: No I’LL get it
Redheaded SFJ: No ME!
Zane: SHUT UP!
CTG: I don’t understand your misgivings about me Citizen. I have always held myself to the highest standards. You saw that it was not me, but Vanguarde masquerading as San Chaos. And I certainly have never attacked the commissioner out of frustration. It is I who should be leery of you.
Zane: Rick needed to know….
CTG: That sort of back handed justification sounds a lot like the way Ecosystem justifies his dastardly actions. “For the Greater Good” Slogan of Grindelwald. Justification for numerous atrocities throughout history.
What say you Citizen Madison? Surely you don’t approve of your partners actions?
Blonde SFJ #3: He’s in too much pain right now to talk. Here, let me massage your temples some more
Zane: HE HAD STITCHES!
(Zane tosses the remote control against the wall and the SFJ’s scatter.)
CTG: I hope you can exercise some self control in our match this week. I would feel very disappointed with any kind of rules-violation that causes us to lose.
(CTG walks out and we fade…)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:52:14 GMT -5
Watching Money In the Bank....
FW: Wow....did you see that spear on Mark Henry.
MHJ: It was a good one.
FW: Have you ever SEEN a spear like that?
MHJ: Yeah, a few.
FW: I mean, he just SPEARED him out of nowhere.
MHJ: We are all watching it.
FW: But like....there's nothing more devastating than a SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
Aa-T: SHUT UP YOU CRAZY BITCH!
FW: Oh....sorry.....forgot.
Aisha glares as Fire smiles innocently. She turns back to the TV fuming as Fire giggles quietly.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:52:47 GMT -5
<The post PPV party continues, and The Five seem to be in good spirits> LD: You know how expensive it is to buy crushed velvet by the yard? THAT many yards? Sta: Laugh it up Canuck P: Next time, LD, come to me, I know Omar the tent maker <Stank shoots Poe a dirty look then laughs> <As the others laugh and joke, Moose and Fire find themselves alone watching the rest. Moose looks at Fire and speaks> MHJ: So.......that stuff that Eco said.........any truth to that? FW: Well.........it didn't go down EXACTLY like that, but there were........similarities MHJ: What KIND of similarities FW: Well there was this one time when........ <Fire is interrupted by Selena attacking Moose from behind and trapping him in a sleeper hold> S: I GOT YOU NOW!!!! <Moose begins to comically fade, slumping out of his chair to the floor while Selena laughs, LD Williams raises Moose's hand, and it drops once, twice, three, NO! Poe, Stank and LD all chant MOOSE! MOOSE! MOOSE! and Moose begins to Moose up! Selena squeals and reaches out for Fire to tag her. Fire slaps her hand then hops off of Moose's back and runs back around behind Poe and sticks her tongue out at Moose. Everyone laughs> |
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:53:45 GMT -5
A few hours later (OOC: feel free to insert other promoes prior to this) Chris Jericho arrives in Nassau via Poe's private plane with Lucky alongside. Firewoman is alssep in the bed. Moose is asleep in a chair next to her. Poe is awake with Selena curled up on him with her arms around his neck, sitting on his lap asleep. He watches Jericho and Lucky enter.
Poe: I trust the flight went well gentleman?
L: There was a little turbulence somewhere over Arkansas, but the flight was fine.
Poe: I see the match didn't go as you hoped Chris.
Y2J: Typical lately. How long she been out? *referring to Firewoman*
Poe: She went to sleep shortly after the show. Then a nurse woke her up to give her some sleeping pills. That didn;t go over so well.
L: Why are you still here?
Poe signals with his eyes towards Selena asleep on his lap.
Y2J: You're so whipped.
Poe: Yes, I'm the one who took a red-eye after a gruling match. I'm whipped.
Selena stirs and mumbles "punch him in the nuts."
Poe: You heard her...
Y2J: Don't...
Poe: ...and end the unstable truce I have with your betrothed? I'm the last thing you need to worry about Christopher. Just watch your tone.
Jericho considers arguing, but simply shakes his head and pulls up another chair next to Firewoman's bed to try to sleep. As he does, Firewoman's eyes pop open.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:54:25 GMT -5
Texpress are watching the PPV, Chad having apparently made a full recovery from his earlier ailments.
Zane: Horrid. just horrid.
Chad: Aww come on. It wasn't a bad match.
Zane: Screwy finish.
Chad: Yeah, but the girls got involved. what'dya expect? It's WWE.
Zane: True. We should prepare.
Chad: The Hart's won't know what hit them.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:55:01 GMT -5
Ecosystem and Tyler Vanguarde walk in on Dr. Infieri and Lauren Phoenix watching OOWF-TV.
Lauren Phoenix: Selena is cute sometimes.
Dr. Infieri: I say! Those wacky Five sure are a jovial bunch! It just provides my very capillaries with such warmth to see young men and women enjoying themselves in a manner befitting a wholesome troupe.
Ecosystem quietly walks over and turns off the TV.
Dr. Infieri: But I--
Ecosystem: Now is not the time to be jovial. The three of you, hit your knees.
Tyler Vangarde kneels down in front of Eco, grin on face. Lauren quietly assumes a similar position by Eco's right hand. Infieri, nervous, shifts down into position by Eco's left, looking perturbed.
Eco reaches down and touches the heads of Lauren and Infieri, then touches his own head to Tyler's.
Ecosystem: Now then. We pray.
As sinners and servants all, we pray for guidance, we pray for strength. While the world mocks us, slanders us, we pray and call for their conversion as bringers of light. The world is cold and scornful of truth.
Lord, they regard us as of the devil. They have mistaken wickedness for goodness, and complacency for decency. You have strengthened me to save these people gathered here--from drugs (Tyler nods), abuse (Lauren nods) and abiding weakness (Infieri winces). We are avenging angels, as St. Michael once served, yet we are confused for Lucifer and a host of demons.
But their slanders only recommend us to you, and their curses music to your ears. As such, if they persist in seeing us as evil, than it is the name of evil that shall be exalted--as words are just words, and their power is not in their construction, but what it represents.
Ecosystem. Vangarde. Infieri. Lauren. EVIL indeed, in a quiet joke.
We call for your blessing on this team, this Team EVIL, and pray that you guide us along a righteous path...
...as you have thus far.
Amen.
Eco steps back, surveys the three of them, smiles, and turns the TV back on,
Dr. Infieri: I thought--
Ecosystem: The Five is PLAYING TAG. There are some moments where I can make room for levity.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:55:56 GMT -5
<Moose gets up and leaves the room, walking down the hall to the cafeteria. As he is pouring himself a cup of coffee, SFJ13 appears with a mic>
SFJ13: Moose, you have been quiet about your opponent this week, Chris Evans, care to say anything about him?
MHJ: Not really
SFJ13: Surely you have an opinion of Chris Evans
MHJ: Oh yeah, I have an opinion on Chris Evans
SFJ13: Well how bout sharing that opinion?
MHJ: You want to know what I think of Chris Evans? Not much, that’s what.
SFJ13: And that would be because……..
MHJ: You know who Chris Evans reminds me of? A guy that used to be in the OOWF by the name of Firechild. Perhaps you’ve heard of him? Firechild had it all, he had the looks, he had the moves, he had the fans, and he had, according to him, the desire to be the top guy in the OOWF. The funny thing about Firechild…….well, do you see Firechild today? No, you do not. You don’t see Firechild in the OOWF today because he didn’t really have what it took. You see, it takes more than knowing the moves. It takes more than having the look. It takes more than having the idiot fans cheer your name. It takes something more than that. And you, Chris Evans, you don’t have it. I am all too happy to prove that to you at MidWeek Mayhem.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more important things to tend to.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:56:33 GMT -5
[The Dead is PACING back and forth in his locker room. He glances toward something small laying on the bench next to him. The camera pans to reveal a business card with nothing but a phone number on it.]
Dead: Fuck it.
[Dead grabs the card and pulls his phone from his pocket. He begins to dial the number, hesitates for a moment, and then continues. Seeing as the OOWF A/V Club wasn't ready for this, we can only hear Dead's end of the conversation.]
Dead: Yeah, this is...you know know who this is.
Dead: Yes, I know that you'll have to transfer me. I wouldn't have expected him to give out his actual number...
Dead: What's this about? Are you serious? Just make the goddamn transfer!
Dead: Yes, I'll hold...
[Dead continues to pace as he waits. After a few moments, the call is connected.]
Dead: Hey, it's me.
Dead: Of course it's serious, why else would I call...?
Dead: Look, I've been thinking, and, well...
Dead: No, not exactly like that. If this is going to happen, it needs to be on my terms, not yours.
Dead: Yes, I did see what just happened. I watch OOWF-TV, you know. And that's all well and good, but..
Dead: Look, man, I'm tired. I've been treading water since I've been here. Things need to change and...
Dead: No, but...
Dead: Here's the deal. I tried to come in fresh. To be different. But different doesn't always work. Sometimes you realize that all you want to do is go home again. To have things the way they were...
Dead: Yes, that's exactly what I'm suggesting, actually.
Dead: Again, though, you can't expect the same thing from me. If we do this, it's gotta be different. The same rules don't apply.
Dead: Ok, well, you think about it. You know where to find me.
[The Dead hangs up the phone and breathes a sigh of relief.]
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:57:09 GMT -5
The scene comes up outside a hospital room, we can see DVD laying in the bed asleep but hooked up to several monitors. A small groan escapes from his mouth as the camera pans back and we see DDT standing outside the room a look of concern on his face. Suddenly his face changes, almost darkening as a look of rage starts to pass over his features. DDT turns and quickly starts heading down the hospital corridors with the ninja cam struggling to keep up.
Danny rounds the corner and Stank can be seen at the end of the hallway talking with Firewoman's nurse. DDT's pace increases as he heads towards the big man. Before he can reach the big man, Spin Hansen steps out of a side hall and places a hand on DDT's chest halting him.
Spin: Woah, ease up guy. I get your motivation, but not here, not now.
DDT nearly growls as he shoves Spins hand off his chest and tries to move around him. Outback Jack steps into the scene and blocks Danny's path.
OBJ: Spin's right, this isn't the time, besides LD's Mama is keeping an eye on Fire's room and she won't take kindly to you causing trouble.
Spin: Come on let's get you some fresh air.
The two veteran D&D members turn DDT around out a side hallway and into the hospital parking lot. DDT pauses and leans his head against the wall. Without warning he suddenly starts punching the wall, each blow landing harder than the last.
Spin: Should we stop him?
OBJ: No, this is good.
Spin (shooting Jack a confused look) Breaking his hands is good how?
OBJ: Look the new guy is talented, he has some skill and size, but he's lacked an edge. He has just been coasting bye since he's got here, but look at him now, that is passion.
The two watch as the blows DDT is raining down starts to chip away at the concrete wall. Jack notices the light of the ninja cam, and motions for Spin to follow his lead.
OBJ: Stank you want to say these guys don't belong, I see a man react that way to a friends injury, and I believe that's the kind of loyaltly D&D wants. You've made three mistakes, the first was turning your back on D&D...
Spin: The second was not making sure I was completely taken out when you ambushed me...
OBJ: and the third..
DDT stops hitting the wall and turns between the D&D vets. DDT throws up three bloody fingers on one hand as he slices his thumb across his throat.
Spin: The third was taking out the wrong new guy.
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for we'll see you at mayhem.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 9, 2011 20:57:59 GMT -5
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