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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:22:50 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Akita, Japan
OOWF World Heavyweight 2 out of 3 Falls Title Match - LD Williams Special Guest Referee[/u] Firewoman vs. Matt Folz
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] The Dead vs. Ravenna Blue
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Valor vs. DEVIL
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] LD Williams vs. Stan Fulton
Poe & Stank vs. Nothing Happened Chad Madison & Chris Evans vs. Bryce Larson & Dr. Infieri Alexander Darling vs. Mr. E Moosehead Jack vs. Spin Hansen Drink & Destroy vs. TBA
Card subject to invasion by some kind of Japanese sex robots
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:24:43 GMT -5
<Moose storms through the back, clearly more enraged than we have ever seen him. He has a barbed wire baseball bat in one hand and is screaming>
MHJ: WHERE THE FUCK IS HE? WHERE THE FUCK IS DARLING? I AM GOING TO END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL! I AM GOING TO CAVE THAT MOTHER FUCKER’S HEAD IN!
<a stage hand meekly tells him that Darling has already left, not a wise move. Moose pounces on him and rains hell down on the assistant. Other assistants try to pull Moose off of him, but Moose turns on them and soon there is blood everywhere. GM the Rick and other OOWF road agents show up, and Moose is about to tear into them, no doubt drawing a suspension that would make Zane’s look like childs play, when Poe, Stank and LD Williams show up and pull him away.
Moose frees himself and stands there shaking with rage. After a few seconds a calm passes over Moose and his expression goes blank. Moose drops the barbed wire bat, doesn’t say a word, and turns and heads back to the Five’s chamber. >
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:25:38 GMT -5
Alexander Darling is pacing in a hotel room in an undisclosed location. He stops every so often and tries the door knob to what must be the bathroom. Occasionally he knocks on it, waits, and paces again. Finally, he's tired of being patient and goes to the door and pounds hard on it.
AD: YOU NEED TO OPEN THE DOOR, FIRE! *bang bang bang* C'mon......we'll fix it.......just....you need to come out of there now......................................seriously.......I'll rip the door off the hinges..........
Alexis Darling comes in from the other room, hanging up a cell phone.
AD: Well?
LD: Well, besides being completely giddy over the fact that he put Vince through the wedding cake, he agrees. The two of you on the plane to Japan would be a .... distraction. So we can take the Darling jet.
AD: He was okay with it?
LD: Are you kidding? He can practically smell the DVD sales. He's going to put it out as a stand alone, market the hell out of the OOWF v. WWE, and then the swerve at the end? I may buy it myself, and I was there. I mean, that's gotta be in the top ten of swerves--
AD: *Quietly* It wasn't a swerve....or ..... it wasn't meant to be ......
LD: *sigh* I know......just....Jesus, Alex, what the hell were you thinking?
AD: Clearly we weren't.
LD: She still in there?
AD: Yeah.
LD: There's not anything....dangerous in there.......is there?
AD: You don't think she'd.......
LD: ……
AD: LD’s momma gave her a dagger to wear…..*renewing his attempts to rip the door down with his bare hands.* FIRE, C'MON!! OPEN UP!
Lucky comes in, and he's got two cell phones he's working.
AD: Well?
L: Well.....you want the good news or the bad news?
AD: Just spill it.
L: Okay, well, it shouldn't be too hard to get an annulment. In fact, I went ahead and started the paper work.
AD: Thank God.....How long will that--
L: Thirty days.
AD: WHAT?
L: That's the bad news. But it'll be done and ready to sign by the time we get back from Japan. I can have it waiting for us.
AD: *sigh*
LD: ....
L: Still in the bathroom?
AD: Yeah....maybe you'll have a shot.
L: *walks over to the bathroom and knocks gently on the door.* Fire, it's me. Can.....wow.....okay, can I come in? I can fix this, but not through a door.
There's a click and the door unlocks. Alexander and Alexis both start for the door, but Lucky waves them off. He goes in, and the door closes. Time passes slowly, and finally the door opens again and Lucky reappears, carrying the dagger.
L: Okay...she’s….well, she’s not fine, but……she'll be out in a minute, then we can head to the airport.
Alexander and Alexis breathe a sigh of relief, and they begin to get ready to leave. Alexander pulls Lucky aside.
AD: What about..........
L: That's the other bad news.
AD: He won't take your calls?
L: Number is disconnected.
AD: Shit......
L: Yeah......
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:28:20 GMT -5
(Salvation is in the locker room getting ready to leave.)
Athena: Wow who would have thought Fire would.have done a Britney Spears.
Wrath: As long as she doesn't shave her head next I can live with it.
Tytan : Fire is smarter then that and.besides she has Lucky. It's probably already under control.
Wrath: Come on everyone knows Wrestling weddings don't happen.
Athena: Except Savage and Miss Elizabeth.
(They pause to show respect.)
Tytan: I still cant believe all those who showed up.
Wrath: It was cool.
Athena: But now we have to be ready for Team Evil.
Tytan: The war is just about ready to begin.
Athena: I thought those shots were fired last night.
Wrath: What were you doing?
Tytan: It was a.show of respect and showing honor to the past.
Wrath: If that's what works.
Tytan:You know I think that its time for a change.
Athena: What do you mean?
Tytan: Trust me.
(They leave.)
(Tytan picks up his phone.)
Tytan: Ravenna its time you and I have a little meeting.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:28:59 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen on the phone.)
Tytan: Salvation was his idea I think the time has come to give it the proper burial. Are you guys interested?
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:29:49 GMT -5
Ravenna is uncharacteristically in a bar, on her phone. She tries to shout over it, but walks outside.
"I don't understand. Are you wanting to walk away?"
She paces, listening.
"I know he's been losing it. But it's not the cause that lost... I'll meet you outside the next arena."
She hangs up the phone and dials another number.
"Yeah, I need you to get me Moose's number. Please...I know he's in a bad mood, but I am willing to risk it. "
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:30:57 GMT -5
<Eco storms through the back, clearly more enraged than we have ever seen him. He has a barbed wire baseball bat in one hand and is screaming> Eco: WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PRINCESS? I AM GOING TO END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL! I AM GOING TO CAVE THAT MOTHER FUCKER’S HEAD IN! <a stage hand meekly tells him that Davin has already left, not a wise move. Eco pounces on him and rains hell down on the assistant. Other assistants try to pull Eco off of him, but Eco turns on them and soon there is blood everywhere. GM the Rick and other OOWF road agents show up, and Eco is about to tear into them, no doubt drawing a suspension that would make Zane’s look like childs play, when Dead, Bryce, Vangarde and Infieri show up and pull him away. Eco frees himself and stands there shaking with rage. After a few seconds a calm passes over Eco and his expression goes blank. Eco drops the barbed wire bat, doesn’t say a word, and turns and heads back to the DEVIL locker room.> Eco: Why'd you guys stop me like that? The Dead: Because you were just stealing Moose's promo. Eco: Really? Vangarde: Basically word for word. Eco: Oh. Well, I am unhappy that Davin Moreland stole Princess Peach. Infieri: Try to express yourself creatively. Eco: Okay. Later... Ecosystem is pacing in a hotel room in an undisclosed location. He stops every so often and tries the door knob to what must be the bathroom. Occasionally he knocks on it, waits, and paces again. Finally, he's tired of being patient and goes to the door and pounds hard on it.Eco: YOU NEED TO OPEN THE DOOR, PEACH! *bang bang bang* C'mon......we'll fix it.......just....you need to come out of there now......................................seriously.......I'll rip the door off the hinges.......... Toad comes in from the other room, hanging up a cell phone. Eco: Well? Toad: I'm sorry Eco...but your princess is in another bathroom. Eco: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *fade* The Dead: That was Darling's promo. Eco: It was creative! Toad wasn't in Darling's promo? Larson: C'mon, Eco. 100% original. Go for it. Eco: Okay. Give me some time. Vangarde: So you can rip off more promos? Eco: YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH WHEN BILLY MAYS IS TALKING!FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:32:15 GMT -5
The Three Guys (now better known as Attitude Adjuster, Johnny Adrenaline and FF Capslock) are in an airport.
AA: Guys, you know what I just happened to buy before Midweek Mayhem in Las Vegas, Nevada (cheap pop)!
JA: A condom?
AA: Well, those to. But I got us all AIRLINE TICKETS TO JAPAN!
FFC: Road trip!
AA: It's going to be Airplane Promo II: The Return!
JA: Just make sure Stank doesn't sit on you.
AA: Weren't you running around naked or something?
FFC: I LOVE YOU GUYS!
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:33:43 GMT -5
FADE IN.
View is of gym locker room. Sitting on a bench in front of an open locker is The Crusher Stan Fulton. Sheikh Rahat is sitting in a folding chair nearby. The Crusher is staring at the floor. His axe handle is under Rahat’s chair. Fulton continues to stare at the ground as he begins speaking.
“Now that the stupid wedding shit is out of the way, we can get back to what really matters.
“LD Williams. You have what I want. And I’m fuckin’ tired of being treated like dog shit around here. So know this. I will do anything I can get away with to take that title back next Wednesday on Mayhem. And I do mean anything. Axe handle to the skull. In play. Kick to the sack. Fine and dandy. Sheikh Rahat buying your momma’s house and evicting her so she has to go back to turning tricks. All on the board.
“I’ve officially stopped caring what all you sacks of shit in this company think. This past week, bookerman buried me: losing the Iron Man title to that little shit, Folz, and then having it handed to a skank; losing the Onslaught title; then getting no offensive moves in the WWE match. In other words, buried.
“But I’m not dead yet, fuckers.”
Fulton raises his head and looks directly into the camera. His pupils have shrunk to mere pinpricks and the whites of his eyes are filling the sockets.
“LD, bring the Five if you can find them. I don’t give a rat’s ass. I’ll beat their brains in then take back that Onslaught title. You and Folz seem to think I’m going to go cry in the corner and leave the OOWF after this past week. Well think again, motherfucker.
“Hope you can get your head out of your ass long enough to concentrate on our match. Because if you don’t, I’ll cripple you. You think I’m joking? I mean to hurt you. I mean to injure you and put you on the shelf.
“Speaking of injuring, we come to Matt Folz. When you took the Iron Man Title, and I refuse to call it Iron Person title until someone like Ms. Blue or Ms. Fire rename it, when you took the Iron Man title, Matt Folz, you demanded a match against me because you claim a worthless sack of shit like me shouldn’t hold titles. Interesting since I’ve had more title reigns since I’ve been with the OOWF than you have since then.
“But back to your demand for a match. Of course you know my answer:
“No.
“You want a match with me, you play by my rules. I’m not demanding any match with you. I’ve proven to you, me and the entire OOWF that you’re not in my league. I beat you more times than you beat me. End of story. I’ve moved on. I don’t need to prove myself to you or anyone else in this wretched excuse for a wrestling company. You want to demand a match with me, here are the rules:
“Non-title, since I’ll have the Onslaught title by then, no DQ, no submission, falls count anywhere. I’ll be bringing Sheikh Rahat and my axe handle to that match too. Just because I can. Make no mistake, Folz, I don’t fear you. I’ve already beaten you any number of times. There’s just no profit in doing it again on your terms. As the First Rule of Acquisition states, ‘Once you have their money, you never give it back.’ Well I have your money. Why give it back. You haven’t done anything to earn it anyway, ass pirate.
“So to sum up. To the entire OOWF: fuck you. To LD Williams: go back to the Five and hide. To Matt Folz: Eat shit and die.”
Fulton turns to Sheikh Rahat.
“That everything?”
Rahat shakes his head and hands Fulton the axe handle.
“Right. One more thing. Enjoy the pain.”
Fulton stands up and starts whacking the cameraman. The camera falls to the ground and all we see is Fulton’s feet with the sound of solid ash striking meat and bone. Finally Fulton’s feet move towards the camera and a “whoosh” sound is heard before the camera is broken and the picture disappears.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:35:25 GMT -5
The Three Guys are in line, waiting to be seated. They start talking about their last great plane flight together. Suddenly the picture gets blurry, fades out, and they start reliving old times. www.onlineonslaught.com/OOForums/viewthread.php?tid=14831We fade back, and we see a security guard standing next to them. SG: Sirs? Please come with me. Guy #1: Were we talking out loud this whole time? SG: Yes. Guy #2: Oops. Guy #3: I still love you guys!
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:36:02 GMT -5
Aboard the Darling jet, everyone has settled into an awkward silence for their trans Pacific flight. Lucky and Alexis are dozing. Alexander appears to be wide awake though, and looks to the back of the plane, where Firewoman is curled in her seat, looking out the window. He sighs and stands and walks back, sitting next to her. She doesn't move.
AD: Are you going to talk to anyone at all?
FW: .....
AD: Lucky will get it all sorted out and you can call Irvine and he'll--
Firewoman turns abruptly to face him, with a lot of anger, but a great deal of sadness underneath.
FW: Stop. Right there. Don't sit there and play innocent. I can't believe I fell for your 'let's be friends again' shit. You planned this all along, and wow, what a great success. My now EX-fiancee refuses to answer, my brother will quite possibly disown me...so I hope your happy. So congratulations, Alex. Your plan worked. I've lost everything. Now go away, before I decide that nose-diving the plane into the ocean would be the perfect revenge, after all.
Fire turns back toward the window.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:36:31 GMT -5
Cut to Matt Folz's lockerroom. Folz sitting in front of a tv screen, watching something very intensely as Hayden Panettiere walks in.
HP: Plane's ready, we should get to the airport.
Folz dosen't respond, dosen't seem to even notice Hayden in the room.
HP: You hear me? Time to get going, hello?
MF (without taking his eyes of the screen): In a moment.
HP: What are you watching?
Hayden sitting next to Folz, the camera switching behind them to reveal what Folz is watching; The finals of the OOWF invitational, Matt Folz vs Firewoman.
MF: You know, every match we've had, whether I've won or I've lost, could have gone either way. I honestly don't think she gets enough respect because she's a woman, which is a damn shame. If she's healthy and has her head on straight she can beat anyone not just in this company, but in this entire industry, and I sincerely mean that.
Folz pauses and looks into the camera before continuing.
MF: The only problem is, she clearly and understandably dosen't have her head on straight right now. Now Fire, I understand I'm wasting my breath, but if you want to postpone this a month until your 'marriage' is annulled, I'll walk right into Rick's office with you. Do I want to be OOWF champion? Bet your ass I do, what's the point of getting into a company if you don't want to be the best gu....uh Person. But I want to beat the best at their best. However, I know you're going to ignore that offer, so let's move on.
I gave you a blank contract with my signature on it allowing you to fill in any stips you wanted, you chose not to take advantage of that. So, here's what I just filled in the contract and sent to Rick. First, I'm prohibited from any physical contact with the Five and vice versa.
Second, I don't want any flukes, so I asked that this match be 2 out of 3 falls, with no time limit. 3rd, I believe this will be a rather intense match. We don't want to accidently take a ref out, so I've asked for a referee who's a great competitor, respects this industry as much as you and I both do, and won't be taken out by a normal ref bump. Fire, I'm going to do you a favor and put one of your comrades in as referee: Mr LD Williams. I hope I'm right and he'll call it fairly, but who knows? Lastly, I've got it written into the contract that if I win, you get an immeadiate rematch on your terms. If you win? I'll shake your hand and willingly go to midcardville, you won't hear from me again til I earn another title shot. I'm sure you'll see this promo on OOWF TV, I eagerly await your response.
HP: Any response to Stan Fulton's latest promo today?
MF(Laughing): I could go point by point in that entire promo and point out how full of shit he is,but since I've got a flight to catch, I'll just limit it to two. First, in response to your terms for a match: Fuck you, no. If you don't have the sac to face me in a pure wrestling match, then I don't have time for you. Second, lets see, what were your exact words? Oh right: “LD, bring the Five if you can find them. I don’t give a rat’s ass. I’ll beat their brains in then take back that Onslaught title." That's your quote right? (Folz goes into his wallet, starts counting up bills, flashing a wad of cash to the camera) Here, here's 2 thousand dollars, it's yours. All you have to do is when we get to Akira, you go to Chamber V, knock on the door and start talking shit to them face to face. Watching you get your ass kicked will be TREMENDOUSLY entertaining, Moose can get out some of his frustration, and you can put the 2 grand towards your hospital bills. It's a win for everyone.
Shutting the VCR and TV off, motioning toward Hayden. "Come on, let's get to our flight"
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:37:33 GMT -5
<time passes from Folz’s promo and we are now on the flight to Japan. The plane is unnaturally quiet, the OOWF wrestlers are resting, or doing whatever. We see Moose, sitting by himself, expressionlessly staring forward. The camera pans back where Stank and LD Williams are sitting>
S: You ever seen him like this?
LD: No
S: You know, I read something about that state of mind once. Some people call it the thousand-yard stare. It was coined to describe the limp, unfocused gaze of a battle-weary soldier. The stare is a characteristic of acute stress reaction, also known as combat stress reaction, which is related to post-traumatic stress disorder. The despondent stare is a symptom displayed by victims who have succumbed to the shock of trauma by dissociation from it. The phrase originated from military circumstances, but it is a symptom of severe psychological distress that can occur anywhere and is not unique to soldiers. (wiki)
LD: <thinking for a minute> That sounds about right. I think something snapped after the shit Darling pulled
S: Which way do you think he is going to go?
LD: What do you mean?
S: Well, some people who suffer from that crawl into a shell and just escape.
LD: And the others?
S: They become hyper-violent sociopaths
LD: And you really have to ask this?
S: Someone should talk to him
LD: Nothing between you two but air
S: I would but…..look, you two are close, I mean you have been his tag partner and all
LD:………fine
<LD gets up and walks up to where Moose is sitting. Moose does not look at LD, and his expression does not change. There is a long silence between the two of them, and LD finally breaks it>
LD: Look, Moose, what Darling did was beyond wrong, I mean……he went on and on about keeping family out of it after you attacked Alexis, then he does THIS. I mean, I can understand why you are livid, he embarrassed Fire, and you. I just hope you don’t do anything…….well, anything that could REALLY cross a line or anything, I mean revenge is one thing, but……
<LD sits there for a minute and is about to leave when Moose speaks, barely above a whisper>
MHJ: Darling dies
<LD looks at Moose for a minute trying to read him, but again, Moose’s expression never changes, he does not take his eyes from a spot far in the distance that no one else can see. LD finally gets up and heads back to Stank and sits down>
S: Well?
LD: When we get to Japan, you better call Alexis
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:38:34 GMT -5
*Back on the Darling plane*
Firewoman tries to turn back to the window but Alex grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around...
Fire: Get your damn hands...
Alexander: Oh stop deluding yourself. How dare you blame me for this?
Fire: Because I know you and this is exactly something you would do...
Alexander: Do you even hear yourself? What would I have to gain from tricking you into a marriage...and besides that, stop thinking you're getting the short end of this stick.
Fire: What can you gain? Are you serious...how bout the fact that you can ruin my life...
Alexander: And again, what do I gain from ruining you life...
Fire: How about payback for everything that's happened the last few months?
Alexander: Is that seriously what you think of me...that I would stoop so low to ruin what should have been the best day of your life? If that's what you truly think, I've got something to tell you...You can go fuck yourself Lisa.
Hearing her the trigger of her name gets Firewoman out of her chair and into Alexander's face.
Fire: Why would I not think you're capable of something like this given everything else you've done to me.
Fire rips her bandana off and shows him the scar of his initials on her forehead.
Alexander: Because as much as it shocks you, I'm not the evil monster you and others want to portray me as. Have I crossed lines? Without question, I have...but I've never done it without being pushed and just for your information, you weren't the only person who got married that night.
Fire: I bet I was the only one falling down drunk.
Alexander: You really are fucking delusional. Watch this...
Alexander tosses Fire a mini-DVD and walks back to his seat.
Fire stares after Alex for a moment before looking at the DVD and sitting back down. She pulls out her laptop and starts to play the DVD and we see some footage from the bachelorette party that wasn't vital to the week's promos so OOWF decided not to show them at the time.
First we see Alexander barely keeping his head up as he talks to the manager of the club and slides him a credit card to pay for the night's activities. Then we see him sitting in the back going shot-for-shot with Ashley while Spencer is enjoying the actions of a lovely dancer dressed like a cheerleader. Then we see Alex trying to say goodbye to Davin, Samantha, Alexis, Moonbeam, and Shawn before he passes out back into one of the VIP booths and one of the dancers walks by and says she'd take care of him. Finally we see him exiting the strip club in the early morning hours and stumbling down the street where he bumps into a stumbling Firewoman and both fall to the floor where they begin laughing hysterically and the camera fades.
Firewoman looks at the video once again and then back at the front of the plane where Alexander is trying to regain control of his anger. She seems to be contemplating her next move as we...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:39:35 GMT -5
(Tytan,Wrath,.and Athena are sitting on the plane watching some of the action. Tytan then pulls out a piece of paper and begins to jot down some notes.)
Athena: What ya doing?
Tytan: Writing the end of one thing and the begining of something else.
Athena: Why are you speaking in riddles?
(Just then Eco walks by and the two lock in a stare.)
Tytan: You never know who could be listening.
Wrath: Besides this is a promo. You don't want to reveal to much to soon.
Tytan: Precisely. That is promo 101. Besides we really don't know how long this flight is going to go.
Athena: That makes sense to me.
Tytan: All I know is what Eco has created we need to destroy.
Wrath: And I will take great pleasure in doing that.
Tytan: (to the camera) Eco...buddy....partner....I know you are watching to answer a question I asked you earlier. We are going to save the OOWF from the Evil. Welcome to our war, I will see you on the battlefield.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:40:36 GMT -5
ved in Japan earlier on Poe's private jet. A'isha is in one of Poe's private gyms somewhere in the Kyoto area. A'isha is sitting on the top turnbuckle when Selena comes in.[/i]
Sa-T: Whatcha doin'?
Aa-T: I'm thinking. You should try it sometime.
Sa-T: I think, like a lot.
A'isha smirks, but says nothing.
Sa-T: So...you were quiet on the plane. The wedding was crazy huh?
Aa-T: I expected something like that to happen.
Sa-T: Really?
Aa-T: Yep. What have we learned about Firewoman?
Sa-T: She has anger management issues?
Aa-T: Besides that?
Sa-T: Um...she's kinda slutty?
Aa-T: Firewoman will always make the worst possible choice at every oppurtunity. She's actually quite predictable.
Selena finally notices the dummy laying on the ring mat near the turnbuckle A'iha is sitting on.
Sa-T: Why is that dummy there?
Aa-T: I'm thinking of trying a Southern Cross.
Sa-T: What's that? Can Omar do it?
A'isha laughs, which she rarely does.
Aa-T: No, Pops can not come close to doing this, even if he is good in the air at his size.
Sa-T: So what is it?
Aa-T: It's a version of the shooting Star Press, but harder and takes more air and body control.
Sa-T: Sounds hard.
Aa-T: It is. Only one person has ever hit it. Tsunami, my idol.
Sa-T: Who's that?
Aa-T: A female wrestler in Japan in the late 90's. I'll show you a match of hers sometime. Guess who she hit the Southern Cross on?
Sa-T: Who?
Aa-T: Mama K.
Sa-T: I really wish you wouldn't speak of her around me...
Aa-T: She was like a mother to me, so tough. I don't know my real mother's name.
A few awkward moments of sielnce pass.
Sa-T: So you gonna try it?
Aa-T: I dunno.
Sa-T: C'mon! I double dog dare ya!
Aa-T: I'm not five.
Sa-T: C'mon! I know yu can do it!
A'isha eyes Selena, shakes her head, but stands on the buckle. She takes a deep breath, stares at the dummy and leaps into the air high with her arms out and feet together and pointed in a crucifix position...
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:41:17 GMT -5
Fire stops the video player and sighs. She gets up and moves up to the seat next to Alexander's.
FW: You could have been acting.
AD: Fire, I'm a professional wrestler. There's no way I'm that good an actor.
FW: Alright. Fine. You're right. I'm.....It's just....
AD: I know. We'll work it out. Lucky already got the paper work started, and as far as....other people are concerned, well....
FW: Well, nothing. You don't get it. This is a momentary inconvenience for you, Alex. Moose is going to kill me.
AD: He isn't....
FW: He's the only family I have, and while I pretend to not give a shit about that--
AD: I think I may have to more to worry about there, than you.
FW: Not to mention--
AD: How 'bout we not mention anything okay? We'll be landing in a few hours, let's try to get some sleep.
FW: I don't--
AD: Well, you're going to start. He grabs a blanket and puts it over her. At the very least, I'm tired, and want to sleep. Now lean your chair back and close your eyes and shut up.
FW: Fine.
AD: Fine.
FW: ........
AD: ........
FW: If I find out you're lying......
AD: Good night, Fire.....
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:42:13 GMT -5
AA, JA and FFC made it onto the plane. Now they're drinking to excess.
FFC: I love you guys!
JA: You really need to stop that.
FFC: But none of us has a catch phrase.
AA: He has a point.
JA: But we're not wrestlers anymore. We're just retired wrestlers trying to stir up shit for some yet unknown reason.
FFC: Speaking of shit, there's Stank. Hey, Stank, come sit on AA!
Stank stares at FFC blankly.
FFC: MAn, is no one on this plane having any fun?
AA: Us!
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:42:55 GMT -5
Lucky and Firewoman are walking down a deserted hallway, and we pick up their conversation mid-talk
FW: That's impossible. I don't sleep.
L: I'm telling you, you were snoring.
FW: Lucky. I don't sleep. When I do, I have screaming nightmares.
L: I know but...
FW: Did I have screaming nightmares?
L: No...just the snoring.
FW: Whatever. *They come to a door and they pause.* You sure no one's here?
L: Went to get dinner. Look, are you sure you don't want to just stay with--
FW: I don't belong there. I'm not sure I ever did, but I sure as hell don't now.
L: That makes no sense.
FW: Open the door and just check.
Lucky opens the door and for the first time we see it is The Chamber's[/color]. Lucky looks around and then gives Fire the all clear. Fire walks in carrying her stuff, and Lucky goes back down the hall, presumably towards Rick's office. Firewoman looks around and quietly heads through the darkened room to what is probably her private room, since it's in the same spot in every town. She just gets to the door, when she hears a voice.[/i]
Voice: Honeymoon over already?
Her eyes get wide and she looks genuinely afraid for a minute, then she gets a bit of control and turns, looking like the more familiarly defiant Firewoman. As she does, Moosehead Jack turns on a single bulb and then slides a chair over to her with his foot.
MHJ: It seems we have a little bit to talk about. Have a seat, sis.
FW: I am tired. I just got off a long flight, you know, after...
MHJ: Yes, you've had quite a few couple of days.
*Moose walks around to stand behind Firewoman and puts his hands on each of her shoulders. He walks her over to the chair and then presses down on her shoulders, and when he speaks next, there's more menace in his voice*
MHJ: I said. Sit. Down.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:43:33 GMT -5
<Moose sits in a chair across from Fire and just stares at her, that same blank look on his face that has been there since the wedding. A long silence passes between the two. Fire’s tough demeanor begins to fade, and finally she looks down>
FW: You hate me.
MHJ: No
FW: Then what? Are you going to hit me? Are you going to break something? Are you going to throw something? DO something! I know you are mad as hell!
MHJ: I AM mad as hell………but not at you. With you I am……….disappointed
<Fire visibly flinches at this>
FW: <looking down> it was a mistake
MHJ: Fire………I just wish you would think. You had him right where you wanted him. You had him crushed. You brought back Syd, you took his title, you beat him in the Iron Man match. You won, you crushed him………and then this?
FW: Look, we were drunk I……..
<Moose jumps to his feet sending the chair back against the way, Fire’s eyes get wide>
MHJ: NO! NO EXCUSES! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU HAD YOUR FOOT ON HIS THROAT AND YOU LET HIM UP!
FW: <getting a little angry now> I don’t hate him the way you do…….you wouldn’t understand
MHJ: Really? I wouldn’t understand? That is your answer to everything. No one understands this complex relationship between you and Alexander Fucking Darling
<Fire bristles again>
MHJ: He kidnapped you, he tortured you, he carved you up. He did the same to me. He ruined what was supposed to be the best day of your life, and you are going to let that go? All because of what he did here years ago
FW: If not for him, I may well be dead
MHJ: If not for one other person, you may well be dead now too
FW: Who?
MHJ: You
<Fire just stares at Moose and something crosses her face>
MHJ: This is bullshit Fire and you know it. Snap out of it, Darling is using you. Darling planned this whole fucking thing as revenge. You had the last laugh on him, you beat him. He couldn’t let that stand. If there is one thing Darling can not stand, it is being out of the limelight, not being the center of attention. Why the fuck do you think he fought so hard to keep that title? Because all the focus was on HIM. You took that from him, and he got it right back by pulling this shit. You can do whatever the fuck YOU want to do about it, I KNOW what I am going to do about it.
FW: What?
MHJ: Darling dies. He swore this got too personal. He just wanted it to be in the ring. He took it to the next level, I am happy to play this game.
<Moose gets up and leaves the room without another word, Fire just stares>
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:44:27 GMT -5
Zane disembarks from the plane and walks through the San Antonio International Airport and is greeted by an extremely old man.
EOM: Mr. Myers. Welcome home.
Zane: I told you not to meet me at the airport. I know my way around, Mr. Arbus
EOM: I'd like it if you called my Sydney or Dr. Freedman.
Zane: Why? That's not your name, thats a character you played on tv 30 years ago.
Sydney: Allan Arbus is a sad broken down old man. Dr. Freedman is a psychatrist to the stars.
Zane: Great. I get the dillusional shrink. I'm calling a cab and going home. Feel free not to follow me.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:45:59 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams, avoiding Chamber V, is approached by SFJ#5.**
SFJ#5: “Stan Fulton had a lot to say about you. Any response?”
LDW: “<sigh>Where to begin?…Stan, every time you open your mouth you prove that you have no idea who, or what, you’re talking about. Bringing my mother into this? Seriously? You’d best hope I find her before she finds you.
You are right about one thing though…I haven’t treated you the way you deserve.
I’ve been civil with you Stan…downright polite even. Sure, the odd word gets exchanged, we’ve had a match or two, but by and large, I’ve done my best to stay out of your way. And not because my head’s up my ass or I’m hiding behind the Five. Because I was trying to be nice.
But you couldn’t let it be.
Well, now you have my attention Stan…Mistake.
What’s that saying of yours, Stan? Enjoy the Pain? I’m a Canadian professional wrestler, motherfucker. You’ve got nothing. You’re talking to a man whose first words were ‘Fear Me’. Whose mother coddled him between herself and her shotgun. Whose first toy was a switchblade. And you’re threatening me with an axe handle? Really?
Bring your axe handle, Stan. And the Sheik. In fact, talk to the army, navy, air force, marines, national guard, and anyone else you can hire, bribe, or beg to follow you to Japan. They might be able to keep you alive.
As for the Five, I might take you up on your offer. . I’ll invite them, but not to interfere. I don’t roll that way. They’ll be at ringside eating popcorn and admiring the bloodshed.
And there will be bloodshed Stan. You seem to want it, but you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. You may get wheeled away with the belt, and that’s fine. I don’t care if I make your career or end it. But I promise you, when I’m done…
…You…
…Will…
…Fear Me”
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:47:11 GMT -5
(Eco is sitting in a small, closed room. We turn and see he is sitting with an equally small Japanese priest.) Priest: Gashi, mai sochi. Eco: Greetings, Father. Do...do you mind if we conduct in English? Priest: Certainly. A boy like you, boy of Nagoya, needs English? Eco: I use it so much more frequently. It's easier for...the more complicated thoughts. Priest: Certainly, I serve more tourists than locals anyway. Though that is changing. Are you here for Confession? Eco: I wish. I could not honestly right now. I have not...repented, I guess, of all I have done. I'm not sure which things are wrong. Priest: You know that you cannot commit a sin unknowingly, child. Eco: I know. What Catholic education is available here, I had. But I am in a difficult time. You know who I am, I guess? You mentioned Nagoya. Priest: Yes. I have watched you, and frankly been dsiappointed. What you did to Jake-- Eco: He deserved it. Priest: Did he? And did he deserve it from you? Eco: He was just...just beyond salvation. Priest: (smiles) You must leave judgment in the spiritual as well as physical sense to God. You may well say your torment is far less than what God has prepared, but you do not know a man's soul. You cannot read mental illness, you cannot read psychological damage, you know not how God will weigh the sin in a man's heart. Eco: I...I get that, Father. But in some ways, I don't believe it, you know? We all have to try to make moral judgments. Priest: We do. But I believe you feel yourself to be compelled to act more often than necessary. At some point, it becomes the blind leading the blind, yes? Eco: ...yeah. Yeah. That's why...I don't know, I'm pulling back a little. This whole "Agents of Change" thing, talking with Mario again....it does feel nice. it feels familiar. And I guess I'm settling into having some influence over some folks' actions, keeping the pot from boiling over. Priest: And using them to attack people. Eco: They could be doing worse. Priest: They could be doing better. Eco: Father, I'm just--I'm not cut out for nonviolence in this job, you know? How long have you been watching-- Priest: Very early. Eco: So you know Moose ran me out at the beginning. When I collapsed. Priest: ...Mr. Jack is a troublesome case. Eco: That's the thing, Father. When I become rigid, I break too easily. I want to come back, Father, but I think I may need to come back slowly. Priest: And you are then here for? Eco: Strength? Maybe a blessing? I'm not ready to be reconciled, but I want God to give me strength and sight to improve. But just...not so fast that I break. Priest: Christianity is not a half-way religion. You know this. Eco: Can...can it be for me? I mean...ah, that sounded stupid. I just mean...is there anything for people where I am? Priest: I will pray for you, and ask another five to pray for you, and ask them to ask more to pray for you. Eco: That's...that's very kind. Priest: Well, it's something of my job-- Eco: No, but it's really kind. Will you honestly do that? Priest: Yes. I mean, it's a prayer circle I'm describing, I didn't mean to make it sound like I was overexerting-- Eco: It's very good of you though. And believe me...I'll try to see. And you just have to understand...if I can't bend right now, the break may be a break with the light altogether. Priest: I think you are too afraid and too doubtful. But let me give you a half-penance for a half-confession. Eco: Yes, Father? Priest: Be good to Tytan. He may lash out, and defend yourself as need be. But he has been good to you, and only a fool lets current disagreements overshadow long friendship. Okay? Eco: Yeah. No, I want to do that. I will do that. But as for the others-- Priest: You should treat them well. But I focus on Tytan for you. Take the little step. Eco: Thank you, Father.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:48:12 GMT -5
(Tytan is standing outside the Akita arena pacing. He is dressed in street clothes doing his best to blend in with the crowds outside. He turns and relaxes a bit when he sees Ravenna. They meet each other and continue walking in the same direction.)
Tytan: Thanks for taking the time to meet me.
Ravenna: What you said on the phone I found interesting to say the least. What's going on?
Tytan: It's simple. Salvation was Eco's creation. Since is little trip down the dark side and me taking Salvation in a better direction things have changed.
Ravenna: So are you walking away?
Tytan: No, that couldn't be further from the truth. I want to end the last thing that Eco created before he formed his new little cult.
Ravenna: Team Evil.
Eco: Exactly, that and it seems we need each other.
Ravenna: Define we.
Tytan: Sanctum and Salvation. There are strength in numbers and since we are the only two face groups around right now, and our causes are both the same. Why not join forces?
Ravenna: (Cautiously) You have a good point.
Tytan: It makes sense, we can accomplish so much more by working together.
Ravenna: I need to think about it.
Tytan: That's cool, talk to Evans and whoever else you need too and then decide. Just don't take too long the lands around here are changing and we need to be ready. We've seen what Team Evil is capable of and we know that isn't going to sit well with the Five knowing they aren't the only big Fish in the pond anymore.
Ravenna: Point taken. But now what do you want to do with Salvation?
Tytan: It's time for Salvation to rise from the ashes and be reborn.
Ravenna: You know the way you talk I see why you and Eco got along so well.
Tytan: Yeah, I know.
Ravenna: And if I were you I would watch your back. Eco has something up his sleeve. Did you happen to catch his last promo?
Tytan: Yeah, something is strange.
Ravenna: Alright, I got to get out of here.
(Looks around and sees that some "fans" have gathered and are watching the two of them talk.)
Tytan: I know, besides it looks like we are being watched.
Ravenna: The wrestling sites will be blogging about this tonight.
Tytan: Alright we will talk soon.
(The two shakes hands and walk off in separate directions.)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 12, 2011 13:49:24 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! alone at Ric's Sandwich Shoppe drinking a cup of DUNCAN HILLS coffee. But not for long.
DM: FIRE!
FW: Great.
Davin pulls up a chair and has a seat, which Fire appears to be a little disappointed by, but she doesn't say anything about that.
FW: I thought you guys were opposed to using my stage name.
DM: That was before we kinda got the whole history there. We are all about respect for your ... um....issues.
FW: Then maybe you all could go away and let me--
DM: In a minute, in a minute. We gotta say, we are surprised to see you out and about. We figured you'd be kinda keeping a low profile at.... so........ where exactly are you staying?
FW: *annoyed* The Chamber.[/color] At least ... for now......
DM: Oh. Well, we're sure this will get all worked out. So why aren't you there?
FW: I could have just stayed put in there, but .... well, I have a job to do. I need to train and work out and meet fans, and .... I just can't think about the rest of it right now, and that's all I do if I stay there. Plus...wow, the weirdest thing happened. A couple of hours ago, I realized my body was no longer functioning properly. I felt weak, I could no longer stand. The life was oozing out of me. I lost consciousness.
DM: You fell asleep.
FW: Huh.......really?
Davin pulls his chair in closer, looks Fire right in the eyes.
DM: One more thing....how are you doing?
FW: Really?
DM: Yeah, why?
FW: Because you're the only one that has asked me that. Not Alex, Not Moose......
DM: Oh. So how--
FW: I can't think about it right now. Like I said. I have a job to do. Folz is apparently all giddy about his stupid contract, so I guess I should address that, huh? You guys wanna help?
DM: We'd LOVE to!
The magical OOWF banner drops down as Fire and Davin reposition themselves into Classic Wrestling Interview mode.
DM: We are here with YOUR World OOWF Champion, Firewoman, who has had an eventful week. How ya holdin' up, champ?
FW: Well, Davin...and Moreland....I've had better weeks. I lost the man I was going to marry, the respect of my brother, I'm not sure where I stand in The Five[/color] right now....until a day or so ago, I thought I had lost it all.
DM: Matt Folz doesn't seem to think you're up to the task of defending that belt.
FW: Matt Folz is all about the social niceties of things, which is odd coming from a mercenary like him. He forgets, I know the game. So let me address his stipulations, one at a time. One mercenary to another.
Matt, you gave me the contract to sign, and I did, even though I told you you could have your shot. And then, you put your stipulations on it. Whatever, but let's address them point by point. The first point is your common insistence that there be no attacks or counter attacks between me, or my partners, The Five[/color] and you, leading up to the match. Now, I get that. Being a former hired gun myself, I know that despite our relatively positive working relationship before now, one can never trust in that completely. So while I may be offended at that distrust, I get it.
Of course, I would never pussy out of it by insisting on a stip like that. Mercenaries being turned on by their former bosses is part of doing business. But whatever, Folz, it's your reputation.
I don't know where I stand with them these days, but if I have any sway at all, I promise you. No member of The Five will lay a finger on that pretty little head of yours.
On the match itself. Two out of three falls after I just did an Iron Person match, less than two weeks ago. Well played sir.
DM: We can't help but wonder about the state of your lingering injuries.
FW: The scar tissue from my stab wound will always make that area weak. Again, it's part of doing business. Now, it's interesting that you chose LD as the guest referee. I certainly don't have a problem with that, at all. And Folz, I was brought up in the Ring of Honor tradition. Shaking your hand is not a problem, and when you lose on Wednesday, I'll be honored to do so. And give you another shot when you're time comes around.
DM: Okay, well then....
FW: We're not done, boys. Matt, there is one thing you probably should know. I mean, you've been so honest and up front with me, I feel it's only right that I return the favor. I mentioned my recent losses of my personal life, and I said that I felt like I lost it all. But then, while I was sulking....yes, sulking....in my locker room, something caught my eye. It wasn't the tattered remains of my wedding dress. It wasn't the stuffed moose I carried around as a child, or my DEA hockey jersey. It wasn't my altar, my engagement ring, or any other memorabilia of what is gone. It was this.
The camera pans back, and Firewoman holds up the OOWF World Championship belt.
This, Folz. I still have this. And I'm not giving it up. You know by now, hell hath no fury like Firewoman, and that's during a good week. This has definitely NOT been a good week. You question whether I'm ready? Think about it. Think about all the rage and fury that I might have building inside of me, looking for an outlet, and then think of all that being channeled to one purpose and one purpose only....to defend and keep the only thing I have left. This. Championship. Belt. Think about that, and then see if this little challenge of yours still sparkles for you. Because I know it sparkles for me.
*fade*
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