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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:16:53 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is walking vackstage with Jewel, when they are confronted by an SFJ.
SFJ: Mr. Sparxx, a few questions?
Jewel gets in the SFJ's face.
Jewel: Who the hell are you? Comin' up to my man that way?
J-PS: Baby, baby, baby, I got this. The public needs their J-P. Whatcha want shortie?
SFJ: You had some really harsh things to say last night in your debut promo...
J-PS: The Spark just tells it like it is, know what I'm sayin'? I just used Moosehead Jack and Ravenna Blue as examples. He been here a long time, probably too long. She's kinda new. But I said my thoughts on 'em, know what I'm sayin'?
SFJ: Well, you know Moosehead Jack has a bad temper and he's even said...
J-PS: I saw what the ol' man had to say. Look, seriously bro...
J-P looks into the camera.
J-PS: Yo, camera dude, stop checkin' out my girl. Keep your camera right here (points to face). You want this thing to pop, keep it where the money is a'ight? Now, Moosehead Jack. No disrespect bro, seriou...
J-P starts laughing hysterically, as does Jewel.
J-PS: Oh god, I tried, I tried to do that with a straight face. I'm sorry, really gurl.
SFJ: In all seriousness, Mr. Sparxx, about your bag of names...
J-P looks to Jewel who once again pulls out the velvet bag from...somewhere.
J-P: She wants to know about my sack?
Jewel: Who can blame her baby?
J-P: You wanna know who's name I'm gonna pull. I dunno. It could be Moosehead Jack. Could be Ravenna Blue's fine ass. It could be Pussyheart Chris Evans, it could be Alexander F. Darling. It cuold be that Japanese guy who gave his card last night, what's his name? Recosystem?
Jewel: Rico Suave (laughs)
J-P: Hell, it could even be the man, Davin Moreland.
SFJ: When are you gonna select the name?
J-PS: Man, you ask a lot of questions, bitch. I'll pull the name when good and ready. Until then, just wait like everbody else...
J-P once again looks into the camera.
J-PS: 'Cuz I'm the Spark! J-P Sparxx! And don't any of you forget it. Come on baby, let's blow this crib.
Jewel takes J-P's hand, gives the SFJ The Hand and they walk off.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:17:27 GMT -5
Poe is walking along a wooded path in Sapporo with Selena as she holds a squirming Humphrey. Selena is giggling as Humphrey licks her face and tries to squirm away. Suddenly a Japanese SFJ pops up out of nowhere with a ninja cameraman behind her.
JSFJ: Mr. Poe, what say you about Moosehead Jack and Alexander Darling?
Poe: I'm on vacation. I said no interviews.
JSFJ: Just answer quesiton please. Me be very grateful.
Sa-T: How grateful? Are you hit...
Poe: I have made my opinions on Moose's actions very clear. For me to strike my long time ally and perhaps closest friend should speak volumes. My feelings towards Darling have never changed. I still loathe him and intend to enjoy what Moose does to him. I just pray to the gods that when he's done...that Moose can come back to us.
Sa-T: Uncle Moose is scary right now. Even for me.
JSFJ: What about Davin Moreland? You put he through...
Poe: I am done with him and have nothing to say to him. I answered your question, now leave me and my Beloved to our vacation in peace.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:18:22 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in some dark place in the arena, alone. He notices the camera, but continues to run his fingers across DethBat>
Five days Little Alex. Five days. I am not going to try to scare you. I know that won't work. I am not going to promise you blood and violence. We know that is coming.
You know, some think this showdown was inevitable. I think that. Things happen the way they do for a reason, and the reason things went down the way they did was because this match up was inevitable, simply put, this has to happen.
Some will wonder why? Why risk your career? Why put yourself through that kind of bloodshed, that kind of pain. The answer is simple really. And its a reason you have heard over and over again: I hate you.
Sounds simple right? I hate you. You hear that thrown around all the time in wrestling. So and so hates his own partner, so and so hates what the fans stand for, so and so hates playing by the rules. Those are just words though, Little Alex? Those are things we say to prove a point, those are things we say to further an agenda.
Let me assure you of something Darling, these are not just words. From the first day I saw you in Japan, I just knew. I hated you from the second I saw you, and that hatred has only intensified through the years. Every time I see your smug face on tv, every time I see you get your hand raised in victory, that hate builds a little more. And after you decided to kidnap me and torture me? That hate built to a rage, an all-consuming hatred.
I wanted this match, I welcome this match. I NEED this match. After Wednesday, there is a real chance that things will never be the same. There is a real chance that neither of us will ever be the same again. I am ok with that. Little Alex, I would sacrifice it all to drive you from wrestling. I would give my career to be the one to make you walk away.
I want you to think about that. I would gladly give it all up to force you out. I would gladly forgo all titles, everything, to be the one to beat you so bloody, to cripple you, to make you quit. To make you leave forever.
Poe, Firewoman and LD Williams all think I have gone too far. Think about that Darling. Three of the sickest individuals in wrestling history think I have crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed. That should say something right there. This should say more.......I haven't even gotten started yet.
Trust me
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:19:05 GMT -5
*J-P Sparxx is walking backstage with Jewel but this time, Davin Moreland is coming the other way, on his phone*
DM: No, dammit. We're not saying anything this week. I want no distractions. And *I* don't want any excuses. This week, Davin Moreland is going to do what we're destined to do. That's all I wanna say.
*He snaps the phone shut and he sees J-P Sparxx coming the other way.*
DM: Hey kid! Welcome to OOWF!
JPS: *angry* I ain't no kid. And I certainly ain't yours.
DM: All right, all right, calm down JP, can I call you JP?
*JP nods*
DM: You're coming in very aggressively, and trying to make a statement right away. And you're pissing a lot of people off.
*JP says nothing, but stares at Davin incredulously*
DM: Ok, you're right. It does remind us all of someone else; who came in the same way, and went on to become the Greatest Champion in the History of Recorded Time. Maybe we just wanted to let you know that you'll think you need to do this alone...to prove yourself.
There will come a time where you realize that you may occasionally need others to help you do what you can't do alone.
When that time comes...you know where to find us.
*Davin does the David Caruso CSI:Miami sunglass thing before leaving immediately. J-P Sparxx and Jewel just stand there trying to understand what just happened.*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:19:53 GMT -5
Firewoman is once again SITTING~! at a bar in a very bad place. She has a bottle of whiskey in front of her, and the two men from before sitting at a table near by. The Ninja Cam slowly looks around and moves into place.
FW: Really?
The Ninja Cam nods.
FW: I'm getting rusty, when a NINJACAM can find me. Okay, fine. Let's do this.
The magical OOWF banner drops down behind her
Crusher, eh? Nice tough talk there. I hope you checked your buddy's status really well, because we don't get alot of deaths in the OOWF. We have amazing powers of recuperation, just by signing the contract. I'd hate to think you buried your buddy alive.....
Well, no...no I wouldn't hate to think that. But you know what I mean.
Anyway, throwing down the gauntlet to the Five. Way to get yourself noticed. Of course, you're not quite as sure of yourself as you want to seem, or else you wouldn't have requested our match be a non-title match. That's okay. Rookie mistake.
You wanna talk dark? You don't KNOW dark. In fact, you don't know ME, or you wouldn't be dismissing our upcoming dance with such ease. So, let me tell you a little about myself.
I have survived an amazingly horrific childhood, the details of which were only recently shared with the OOWF Universe. And believe me when I tell you, those just scratched the surface. But the point...I survived.
I survived by hiring myself out as a mercenary for the gangs in the neighborhoods I finally ended up in after I left The Whore's house. And I was damn good too....moved up the chain away from the local thugs to the big guys. The dark alleys of the underworld were my home, and as long as I kept my mouth shut, did my job and did it well, I survived. Wars and feuds exploded all around me on a regular basis....but I survived.
I got into this gig to quell the rage and fury that burned quite literally inside of me, to find a controlled way to let it out. A woman in yet another man's world. You're in it, you know how it is. Be a diva or a valet or a manager...or a ring rat? No. Be a wrestler...someone who FIGHTS and does a damn good job of it. Hell, yes. So I put up with the men who thought I should be somewhere else, and the men who had busy hands...well, some of them did end up with broken hands. The point, my dear Stan, is that I became one of the main attractions at Chikara, and then ROH....and I survived.
I went to Japan with my.....my friends. More of the same, but there's an undercurrent of darkness in Japanese wrestling, which I don't know if you've picked up on. I ran afoul of some local businessmen. Why, you ask? Well, for one, I DARED to contradict their favorite champ, the man who is my stable mate now. For another, I took it upon myself to teach their child a lesson about what happens when you get in the ring as a hobby, not as a profession. If you've followed NOAH at all, you're probably aware of "The Incident." And then....when they had my back against the wall.....guess what. I found a way, and ... say it with me.....I SURVIVED.
So there you have it, Stanley. I think I'll call you Stanley from now on. I have survived abuse, assaults of the most vicious kind, blood feuds, being stabbed, being incarcerated, being committed to mental institutions, torture, shoot fights, stables disintegrating, a wrestling wedding.......*she pauses at this* .... and disrespecting a well-connected and well-financed Yakuza family in the worst way possible ....*shooting a look to the two men at the table*.... so far. And here I sit...in THEIR bar......which is the only place I can get some peace and quiet. Ironic, isn't it?
My point, Stanley is this. I have survived all that. So your 400 plus pound ass? Well, now, that just doesn't seem to measure up, does it? Make no mistake. I'm taking you very...VERY...seriously. You might get the win Wednesday night, but the point of this Stanley,my dear, is that I WILL survive. And then it will be my turn.
She pours out some whiskey into a glass and lifts it in toast to the camera.
Not to mention, I'm still in a really bad mood, which for me is saying something. Ask Matt Folz about that. He's felt it in the past. Heck *she nods over to the men at the table again* Ask their associate about that. If he's regained the ability to speak yet.
See ya Wednesday, rook.
Fire grabs the bottle and the glass and walks over to the table, and speaks to the men in Japanese, but through the miracle of Universal Translators and Subtitles we see that she says:
My regards to your boss, but please tell him, I am not drinking anything he sends me.
She goes back to sit at the bar and orders her own drink. The ninja cam decides enough is enough, and fades out.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:20:45 GMT -5
(Eco is sitting quietly with Bryce Larson, eating leftover vegetables.)
Larson: Kale?
Eco: It's higher in calcium than milk. Watch Fire's promo?
Larson: I did. I understand why you cared for her.
Eco: You misunderstand.
Larson; No, I don't.
Look, I ran with Fire a long time. I would never call her trash, say she doesn't have her moments that make her a pleasure to partner with. But she's...
Eco: She's what?
Larson: ...so far gone, you know? She needs more than a gentle push now.
(Eco says nothing.)
Larson: I know what you're thinking. I know you're conflicted. But believe me...you'll be doing the right thing.
(Larson leaves Eco with his kale.)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:21:23 GMT -5
(Tytan sits in the Valor locker room and is watching the latest promo from Eco.)
Wrath: I still don't get his obsession with Firewoman.
Tytan: Believe me I tried to understand it over time but it was one of those things you can't figure out. The thing that makes it worse is when he gets going on it he gets a one tract mind.
Wrath: But Firewoman?
Athena: She is the champion right now. If you can pull her away from the Five she can become a powerful ally in the war that is coming.
Wrath: Speaking of allies have we any takers on our offer.
Tytan: They have been silent. There are some offers lingering out there and waiting.
Athena: Maybe that just means you need to make more noise. It also means action speaks louder then words.
Tytan: So you mean Mayhem
Athena: Exactly.
Wrath: The actions that we have seen require an immediate response.
Tytan: Time to go to the War room.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:22:12 GMT -5
**Stank is in Chamber V when L.D. Williams storms in.**
S: “Remind me never to get on your mother’s bad side.”
LDW: “Always a good plan…but Fulton’s full of crap.”
S: “Obviously.”
LDW: “There’s no way she killed him.”
S: “Are you sure? I’ve seen those shoes…”
LDW: “I know Ma. The shoe and the note were about making a point. If she wanted him dead, he’d be dead, and nobody’d know she had anything to do with it.”
S: “Accident?”
LDW: “Not Ma. She’s been in the game far too long for something like that.”
S: “So what’s Fulton up to?”
LDW: “Who knows? I’m not going to deal with him this week anyway. He’s Fire’s problem - and I’m really glad I’m not him. What about you?”
S: “What?”
LDW: “Care to explain what happened with Spin?”
S: “It was necessary.”
LDW: “Necessary? I know you wanted to send a message, but this isn’t what we-”
S: “We? WE? Where the hell do you get off saying WE? Drink and Destroy is MINE. I end it MY way.”
LDW: “Here we go…”
S: “Excuse me?”
LDW: “We’ve been here before, Lucas. Remember the last time you had a vendetta? When Concrete had to be stopped at any cost? You recruited Moose - despite the fact that he was my tag partner at the time - and the two of you went way beyond anything ‘Crete ever did. Now you’re after Drink and Destroy, and all of a sudden everything is ‘necessary’. Where does it stop?”
S: “Has it occurred to you that I’m not the problem, Williams? Maybe the problem is that you don’t have the balls to do what needs to be done. We can’t afford to be squeamish. This is war - there are no rules.”
LDW: “No rules, huh? Then may I offer you a shot at the Onslaught title - <in a sing-song voice> Mr. Mann?”
S: “Oh, you didn’t.”
**Stank lunges to his feet and starts for Williams, but Firewoman bursts out of her room.**
F: “ENOUGH! We have enough problems without the two of you at each other’s throats. Let it go, both of you - and Damn you for making ME the voice of reason.”
**Stank and Williams continue to glare at each other as we fade.**
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:23:31 GMT -5
Tyler Vangarde approaches Ecosystem reading in the student lounge of the Ritsumeikan Asia Pacific University in Beppu, Japan.Vangarde: Heard you'd be over here. Ecosystem gets up and SLAPS the taste out of Vangarde's mouth.Vangarde: What the-- Eco: Don't you ever call me your personal Jesus. Ever. Even as a joke. There's only one. Vangarde: Fine. Eco: I liked the rest of what you had to say though. You know they still don't believe it? Vangarde: Believe what? Eco: The revolution. They don't believe it's a real revolution. No one notices the slow changes. No one notices that you and I have been UNDEFEATED since returning to the tag team division. First you returned to me, healed of your self-destructive tendencies, perhaps a ball of rage but a loyal one who would not break. Then Lauren Phoenix pledged herself, the former porn star reborn as righteous businesswoman. Short skirt, long jacket. Then Dr. Infieri joins the fold, slowly but surely, feeling his way out but as a moth drawn to a flame, and in a mere couple weeks, EVIL is born. Then The Dead aligns himself with us, understanding in a fragile, confused way that the creation of DEVIL meant his personal rebirth, not thinking of what it meant for this whole company. Takes the Intercontinental Title the following night, flawlessly, effortlessly. It should have sent shockwaves, but it barely raised an eyebrow. All the better. Then Bryce Larson returns, takes up the mantle of the "L" from Lauren, and reveals that we were the only ones to not give up on him, showing in his way of limited--though growing--understanding that there is only one direction forward for this company: giving it back to those who care, to those who have long forsaken both the senseless sadism of ruthless ambition, who are yet still so humble that they would rather call themselves DEVILs before taking a self-righteous mantle and wearing the halos that are their right. I'm done using a soft hand, Tyler. I'm done with holding back, waiting, hoping that people will come see the light. I'm taking back this company by force, tearing it to shreds and remaking it in our image. Valor will crumble. Drink and Destroy will fade away. The Five will implode, as they have begun to already. And the only light shining will be ours, a healing not from conversion, but a phoenix....yes, a Phoenix...reborn from the ashes. They believe it will stop here, that eventually we must stop growing, expanding, dominating. They are wrong. And after this Wednesday, they will know how wrong they are. They will know just how much they misunderstand who I am. My name is Junichiro Muyo.
And I...Will...Save Them.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:24:28 GMT -5
The camera fades in to the location of this week's show. Standing on the roof of the building is Alexander Darling and people are starting to crowd around the building as he taps the microphone a few times. Alexander: In just a few days, I have a match right here at the infamous Blood Pond against a man I've known for years. Formally known as Ket, now known as Moosehead Jack...this is a man who I've been to hell with. We've made each other bleed. We've scarred each other physically, mentally, and spiritually. There is nothing we wouldn't have done to each other in order to ensure we wound up victorious at the end of the day.
But times are changing for one of us. Moose claims he's hated me since the day he met me back here in Japan. Now I will never claim to be a saint and my actions this past year are nothing I am proud of. And if Moose wanted to hate me for those actions, it would be well deserved. But that isn't the case. Moose has hated me for no other reason than my last name and my background. And I'll allow him that hatred, but the fact remains it started off as one-sided hate. I had no hatred for Ket when I met him. Whether it was jealousy or irrational hatred he had it in for me from day one. And after what I pulled here against a living legend like Poe, the reactions I get here are understandable, but again Moosehead Jack's hatred goes to a point before that.
This week, he is supposedly out for more than just a win. He's out to end my career. A career I've worked damn hard at becoming one of the best in and he just wants to take it all away because of some perceived slight or irrational hatred from deep within what he calls a soul. So, this Wednesday here at Blood Pond, Moosehead Jack is going to come and try and end my career. He may try and permanently injure me. He may even go so far as to try and kill me and while I'd rather avoid this battle because of the consequences and repercussions it will have not only on the both of us, but on someone who is close to both of us that is something I can not do. I will not back away from this battle. I will not surrender in this war. I will come here to Blood Pond and I will try and prove once and for all that no matter what tactics Moose takes with me it will never be enough.
I make this promise to myself and I make it to everyone who supports me in any way they can. No matter what happens this week, no matter what Moosehead Jack tries to do to me it will NEVER be enough. I will get up. I will live to fight again. And no matter what you will see me back in the OOWF ring. It may not be the next week, or the next month, but you have my vow that nothing Moose does will EVER be enough to end my career. And I say that because I am Alexander Darling, and well, he's just not.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:25:31 GMT -5
*Fade in* to a silhouette of Bryce Larson watching a TV monitor, which slowly fades out to highlights...
Bryce Larson: Violence. Sometimes it can be random. Sometimes, calculated. And sometimes it can be so liberating.
Bryce Larson: The letter L. The twelfth letter of the alphabet, right before unlucky 13. But without 12, there is no 13. Without L, there is no DEVIL. Without Bryce Larson, there is no solution. You see that attack on Gryfon, that one was for me. Back when I was stuck with those Heroes, all I wanted to do way get rid of ‘Crete and team with Chris Evans. Just you and I Chris, dominating the OOWF tag team scene for YEARS TO COME! Remember that conversation? Those were our plans, Chris. OUR plans. But then YOU had a plan. We can join up with Firewoman, form FUEL. You knew I was against it, but you insisted on following her around like a lapdog. But you were always going to be a Plus Two. She already had a lapdog, Chris. But you wouldn’t listen to me.
Larson: Traitor? You sacrificed our place in this company as a team for Plus Two. You ignored our goals as a team to follow a woman who proved that she is hardly a leader. You turned your back on everything we wanted to fulfill some adolescent fantasy. Who is the traitor, Chris?
Larson: You care so much about a man you know so little about. Just like Delaware--that isn’t my family. I thought you knew that. You never questioned my social relationships with Erlana or my fondness for Hooters Girls. Who exactly were you so close with, Chris?
Larson: Power? No. Money? No. And don’t give yourself so much credit, Chris. This is bigger than you. This is bigger than me. This is about change. Real change.
Larson: I think we’ve already shown, Chris, that you were the one using me. You were using me to fill voids in your life that I could never really fill. A person with unrealistic expectations will always be disappointed with realistic outcomes. If that's the love you have to share with a brother--it's a good thing you never actually had a brother.
Larson: Your beliefs parallel this entire company, Chris. Eco is not a one man savior, nor is he a Personal Jesus. It’s not about turning your back on God, your supposed best friend, or your goldfish named Hamilton. It’s about getting this company--these people--back to what is right.
Larson: Quote? A quote? You base your decisions on a string of words written to represent the word of a God YOU YOURSELF SAY YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON SO LONG AGO, Chris?
Larson: Yes, I stabbed you in the back when I donned a mask and attacked you from behind. And yes, I joined Eco’s revolution. But you need to realize, Chris, that those two events are only related in date, time and place. Not in motivation.
Larson: You think a gimmicked punching bag will intimidate me?
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I know what you’re thinking, Chris. You didn’t gimmick that punching bag. I know. I did. Just like last Wednesday, and just like this coming Wednesday. I know where you will be--physically, emotionally and spiritually-- before you even get there, Chris.
Larson: That hell is my paradise, Chris. That’s why I choose to live there. But please Chris, please remember one thing. I urge you. After my you and I enter this paradise on Wednesday...after your injuries heal...after your wounds close...when your physical stature enables you to return but your emotional and mental stature is too fragile to make that decision...answer the phone. Because Jesus can’t have a relationship with a Christian who doesn’t open their heart to him. Because Tony Robbins can’t motivate the failing businessman who doesn’t attend his seminar. Because a man who is too proud to stand in line and fill out the application never collects unemployment. Because the lost who do not answer the phone when Eco calls can never be found.
Larson: Love hurts, Chris. It will HURT LIKE HELL on Wednesday, Chris. But let that pain lead you to the real paradise, Chris. For it’s only in that paradise that we can truly share the love, Chris. The love...that brothers share.
*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:26:35 GMT -5
*Wally B King struts into the Valor locker room. Tytan and Wrath start to spring to their feet, but relax when they see Wally is alone*
Tytan: What brings you here, Wally? I thought you'd be partying in the Destroyitarium or recruiting geishas for your other business.
WBK: All of that is on the agenda, mate. I just wanted to stop by to say that it looks like Drink and Destroy and Valor have some common enemies.
Wrath: What are you suggesting?
WBK: We might watch each other's backs, so to speak.
Tytan: Makes sense.
Wrath: Speaking of watching your back, you might want to think twice about roaming around here alone.
WBK: No worries, mate. LD's Momma is waiting outside for me.
*Wally tips his hat, turns, and pimp-struts out of the Valor locker room*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:27:17 GMT -5
(The sounds of trumpets blare and Valor's music is played. Tytan walks to the ring alone and has a mic in his hand.)
Tytan: Tonight I am here to talk about one thing. I am here to talk about Eco (crowd cheers) and Eco's recruiting policy to join Devil.
(The crowd boos.) Thank you, well at least we know this audience is smart enough not to buy into his line of B.S.
You know you talk about saving souls and all this crap but how. You talk about wanting to save the OOWF from itself.(He pauses) You want to save the OOWF from all the random attacks in the hallways and mindless beatings and you want to do that with more violence and random attacks and beatings. Now I know I am not the smartest man out there. But man you know you talk about that you went and got a law degree. You must have been a pretty bad lawyer if you are back in wrestling and trying to sell people on whatever it is you are selling them. Heck I was smart enough not to buy into it.
Then you go around talking about passages from the Bible and then you turn around talking about being a Savior and some of your sheep talk about you as their personal Jesus. Then you go and call your little group DEVIL.
Juni, you are just full of contradictions. No wonder Firewoman didn't fall for it either. She's smarter then D-V- combined. Heck who am I kidding she is smarter then I and L too. You know maybe you should quit Wrestling too and become a used car salesman that way you can throw out your BS and then it might actually mean something.
So Eco, my friend and former partner. How do you plan on saving all of us? What do you want, what is your Endgame?
You see I have formed Valor, we are about Honor and the right things. We don't go around randomly going after people. We don't go for gang violence. But we do are fighting in the ring. And, if you go after someone we will defend. We will attack you in the ring. That is our field of battle. Now, I saw that has been doing us pretty good because
(Holds up his half of the tag-team titles.)
We do hold the gold in the tag-team division. What have you gotten lately....oh that's right you are not about titles. Then what about Dead. How does that go along with what you supposedly are....
Now, I know you are probably going to come out here and talk about how you saved me, and you know maybe you are right you did save me when that brain of yours was still right. And yes, I was chemically engineered at one time. I was a monster another time and then I "Worked Smarter not harder". Now I stand here in front of you and all these fans and ask....Who is the one that is going to save the OOWF from you?
Because from what I have seen there is a bunch of wrestlers in the back and they know who I am talking about that are looking for the opportunity to kick the Devil's ass straight back to Hell.
Oh and Juni since you like to steal other people's material for you own benefit . Then here is one for you. "Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.”
See you on the field of battle, Juni.
(Tytan's music play he drops the mic and then works the crowd.)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:28:21 GMT -5
(It's minutes after and Athena and Wrath and joined up with Tytan back stage.)
Wrath: Awesome promo man!
(Tytan and Wrath fist bump.)
Tytan: Thanks brother.
Athena: Now it my turn to show you guys something. Follow me.
(Tytan and Wrath look at each other and get a sly grin.)
Athena: (Smacking both of them) Cut that out guys get your minds out of the gutter.
Tytan: Hey, got to wonder sometime.
Athena: I had some redecorating done to the locker room.
(T and W look surprised. They head to the locker room and see to "Spartan guards" dressed in the war attire.)
W: Who are they?
Athena: Just security that I had dress in the right look to fit who we are.
(They see an upside down V written on the door.)
Tytan: An what is that for?
Athena: Welcome to Sparta!
(They open the door to see the locker room done in a well off Greek fashion but still having all the benefits of modern day.)
Tytan: Cool.
Wrath: I can get use to this.
Athena: Consider this a gift from those that support you.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:29:17 GMT -5
Firewoman and Moosehead Jack are in The Chamber watching the latest promos
FW: Does Tytan know Athens and Sparta are like the OSU/Michigan of the ancient world? There's no way someone named Athena would--
MHJ: Quit changing the subject. You need to just stay put, or at least take someone with you.
FW: Whatever.
MHJ: You gonna be this way 'til Wednesday?
FW: Maybe.
MHJ: Fine.
Moose is messing with his gear and finds his Ket mask and puts it on. He turns and faces Fire.
MHJ: Whaddaya think? Is it still me? *Fire visibly flinches* What?
FW: Sorry....just....reminds me.
MHJ: We've been over this. It wasn't me.
FW: Still the only face I remember is that mask. Do you have to wear it?
MHJ: No. But I'm going to. *Fire still looks away* Still? I thought after we took care of Cho we were done with this.
FW: If I can't talk you out of this match can you at least not wear it?
MHJ: No way! This is Japan! I'm wearing it.
FW: Do what you gotta do, bro. I don't care.
MHJ: Fine. So...why are you going on these little soirees to Yakuza-land?
FW: I dunno. Maybe the last few weeks I've confronted a lot of things. Dealing with her being around--
MHJ: Say...where DID she go anyway?
FW: ....
MHJ: Fire....where is our mother?
FW: I've actually been sleeping, for the first time in like years. So I guess since I could deal with all that, maybe I think I can deal with the other stuff.
MHJ: Death warrants are different than childhood trauma.
FW: Maybe. Just feel really good, like I could take on anyone.
MHJ: Poor Crusher.
FW: Yeah. And who knows after him. Maybe even Poe.
MHJ: He's a member of our stable, Fire.
FW: Only because you want him to be.
MHJ: He beat you.
FW: I was focused on Alexander. If I focus exclusively on him--
MHJ: You never answered me about Mom.
FW: No, I didn't, did I?
Firewoman leaves to go to her locker room.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:30:16 GMT -5
*Mr. E is heard, but not seen. The screen is dark.*
MrE: I've had a lot of offers lately. Offers I can't refuse.
I haven't been around lately. My choice. I haven't wanted to be around.
I get LD Williams this Wednesday. I get a chance to win the Onslaught Title - the same title I got screwed out of just mere weeks ago.
No promises of victory. But I will promise pain, Mr. Williams. Especially if I don't win that title.
The darkness is coming. I'd find the light real soon.
*Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:31:03 GMT -5
(Dr. Infieri is making pizza with Ecosystem and Mario.)
Eco: MAMA MIA! This is fun!
Dr. Infieri: Hey Eco?
Eco: Yeah.
Dr. Infieri: ...Where is Firewoman's mom?
Eco: You know Mario, I bet Davin is hiding Princess Peach down in the sewer pipe by Luigi's house. We should check it out.
Dr. Infieri: ...you didn't answer my question.
Eco: Huh. You're right, I didn't. Pass the mushrooms?
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:31:46 GMT -5
[The Dead is getting ready to head out of the arena and see the sights, but before he exits the building, he stops and turns toward the camera.]
Dead: Just a couple of quick things. First of all, Ravenna, I told you what would happen if you got in the ring with me. You got knocked out so bad that you tumbled down the card. Make sure you don't forget that little lesson.
The same thing goes for Chad this week. Enjoy your brief moment in the spotlight, Chad, before I knock you all the way back down.
And lastly, but most importantly, is DEVIL. Specifically Eco and myself.
[The Dead pauses and takes a long, sow breath.]
Eco and I disagree on many things. We act differently, we speak differently, and we think differently. In fact, for the most part we see the world differently. But there is one thing we can agree on...
[Dead smiles that evil crooked smile of his.]
This company is rotting from the inside out. For too long many of us have sat back and watched. We were the drivers that slow down traffic to stare at a horrible accident on the side of the road. But not anymore. This company demands change. I am that change. Eco is that change. DEVIL is that change.
Now, Eco can have the "hearts and minds" of the OOWF. My goals are much more simple. I will take out everyone who has caused this business to hemorrhage. I will not stop. I cannot stop.
[The Dead smiles one last time before he leaves the arena.]
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:32:17 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland passes Dead in the Hallway of Random Encounters*
DM: That may be your best promo yet, Deadly.
TD: Oh, well, thanks, Davin.
DM: Yeah, it finally seems like you're starting to "get it". You can be a "lone wolf" and still be a part of something. You're doing that with DEVIL; even though I'd trust Ecosystem as far as I can throw him.
TD: By the way, you still have Princess Peach?
DM: She's in a sewer pipe by Luigi's house.
TD: Ok. Personally, I thought that was a good move on your part.
DM: You know Davin. Always two moves ahead.
TD: Yes. The Dead knows Davin Moreland.
DM: You know, Davin hasn't busted out the 3rd person in a while.
TD: Neither has The Dead. It's like it's contagious when you're around.
DM: Anyway, listen, best of luck, kid. You're gonna be a great champ. But I think you're starting to learn, it's not the stable that makes the individual, it's the individual that makes the stable. You know, do you have my number? We should hang out some times. I have an idea or two about the future that I'd like to bounce off you.
TD: Umm, I'm the "D" in DEVIL.
DM: That's very nice for you. I'm not recruiting you Deadly. I just think maybe I've got some good ideas, and I don't want to bounce them off the usual suspects.
TD: That makes sense *Dead takes down his number* I gotta go, later.
*He leaves, Davin turns back to his phone and sends a text message, although it's not seen as to who.*
DM: And in this case? I'm at least 3 steps ahead.
*The camera focuses on the cell phone, which says only: Message sent to CubHeart*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:33:24 GMT -5
Chad Madison in front of the OOWF banner.
Chad: I;m glad Zane isn't around. He would have a field day with this week's card.
I go, ask Rick if I can challenge for the Onslaught Championship. So what happens? I get an Intercontinental Championship match. Brilliant.
I appreciate the opportunity. I really do. I realize I'm not an established singles wrestler.
But there is a certain appeal for me to that Onslaught Championship. The structure. The rules. The dignity that Most of the OOWF Superstars that have held that Championship have treated it with.
So Dead, I'll be giving you more of a battle than you will be expecting on Wednesday. I want to win. But I don't necessarily want to be Interncontinental Champion.
You'll over look me as someone you should beat easily. Unlike you, I'm a Nine Time Champion.
(Chad turns to walk away, then looks back)
Oh, and there is this: (video clip plays)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:34:09 GMT -5
<Moose is in the bowels of the arena, we see that he is sparring with someone, and we know it is going badly based on the screams of the young worker. Moose walks out carrying DethBat, he is covered in blood, and has a maniacal look in his eyes. Moose stops short and stares, and after a few seconds we see Father Lou come in.>
FL: Evenin Jack
MHJ: Father
<a long silence passes between them>
FL: I have been watching you and your sister a lot lately
MHJ: Yeah? and?
FL: I am concerned
MHJ: There is nothing to be concerned about
FL: Jack, you can't fool me, I have known the two of you for a long time. What you feel in your heart for Alexander Darling is........frightening
MHJ: <stepping close to Father Lou> What I feel about Alexander Darling is that I want him dead. And I want to be the one to do it
FL: Jack, murder is a sin
MHJ: Then forgive me father, for I am about to sin
<Jack laughs his disturbing laugh and turns and walks away>
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:35:05 GMT -5
A ninja cam fades into the locker room of Valor. Chris Evans is sitting on a bench.
E: Last time we faced each other in the ring Larson, we did a 60-minute Broadway that ended in a draw. It was after that match that I knew we both had what it takes to survive in this industry. It was also at that point that I truly gained respect for you and the reason why when I had decided to create a faction with Fire, I had hand-picked you personally.
As much as I would love things to go back to the way they were, they just can’t. Neither of us are the same people that we were. Those days are gone. Don’t get me wrong. It’s what you did to your family that pisses me off the most. It’s not the fact that you turned your back on me and tried to take me out, because I can understand why you would do that.
You can call me a hypocrite all you want. Looking back on the words you said yesterday, I’d even be inclined to agree with you, because you do speak the truth in some ways. It’s true that I made the mistake of getting us involved with Firewoman and becoming her lapdogs instead of going for the tag titles. It’s true that I’m the one who decided to turn on her and The Five. And as a result of that act of rebellion, it was in part thanks to me that your career was nearly ended at the hands of LD Williams. But the fact of the matter is, I’m not trying to make excuses for my past. Call it more of a repentance, if you will.
You say that without Eco, I’d be lost, forever cursed as a result of my own pride. Pride has nothing to do with this. I’d rather die than sell my soul once again in order to follow another faction whose minds have been warped by the intoxication of power. I choose to follow my own path and create my own destiny, rather than have one created for me.
This Wednesday, it is not gonna be the technical masterpiece that the fans were given last time. It is not gonna be a match based on mutual respect. This time, you’re out for my blood. This time I know you hate me with every fiber of your being. This time, I know that since I refuse to join forces with Eco, you won’t stop until I breathe my last breath.
Beat me down, if you can. Cripple me, if you have to. End my career, if you desire it. Like I’ve told Moose in the past though, you will never, ever, break me Larson.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:36:13 GMT -5
*Training Room*
Alexis Darling is sparring with some local NOAH trainees and her brother, Alex is there working with her as well. The two look like a well-oiled machine working together as twins are apt to do and the training session ends when Alex lifts one of the trainees up for a Crucifix Powerbomb and tosses him to Alexis who catches him in mid air with a LUNGBLOWER. She makes an academic cover before rolling out of the ring and grabbing a bottle of water and tossing one to her brother.
Alexis: So, are we going to talk about it?
Alexander: Talk about what?
Alexis: Don't do that, especially with me.
Alexander: What do you want me to say Lexis? He's going to try and kill me and I'm not going to let him. It really is that simple.
Alexis: It would be simpler if you walked away. You don't have to...
Alexander: Yes I do, because if I didn't then I'd leave you, Sam, Spencer, and Ashley in the middle.
Alexis: And Fire.
Alexander just looks at Alexis...
Alexander: Can we not...I know you're not happy with what happened...
Alexis: It's not that I'm unhappy, but I mean seriously...could you have done anything stupider?
Alexander: Knowing me, probably. Look, can we move on...you have a huge match this week, ready?
Alexis: Yea...I feel ready. I wasn't sure what I was getting into when I agreed to team with Davin, and while it has been unique, we're really starting to gel. The win/loss record isn't great but I think that changes.
Alexander: You've always had the ability, just gotta trust in yourself and your partner.
Alexis: You know it takes a lot for that, but I think we're there and not to take anything away from Valor, but their minds are focused elsewhere and if there's one thing you never want to do it's overlook a Darling.
Alexander: Damn right.
Alexis: So, Tytan and Wrath...we've done this song and dance before but this time, I make a promise that the ending won't be the same. Davin and I, we are a new breed of tag team wrestling and I can guarantee something happens this week at Mayhem. And that something is NEW OOWF World Tag Team Champions.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:39:19 GMT -5
(Tytan is in the Valor locker room....)
Tytan: You see Eco those that are good and those that are right are coming. (The camera pans over and shows Evans.) They know there is a War that is going to happen and they know the side that they want to be on. WE will not back down and Devil and especially you Eco we will defeat you or they will be carrying our bodies back on our shields.
Oh and Alexis it's nice to see you remembered that there was a match this week. Now, go off and remind you partner...(laughs) or should I say partner. But still the result will be the same Nothing Happened.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 13, 2011 18:40:17 GMT -5
(Eco is pacing the Blood Pond at some unreasonable hour of night, camera following.)
Eco: I can only imagine how I look now. Shadowy visage, dressed in all black, hidden in steam turned blood red, the rising of the Blood Pond, the image of a thousand nightmares.
But let's be honest. (He swoops around to the camera.) At the end of the day, it's just theatrics. These are dark clothes made of Mexican labor, purchased at a Burlington. The shadow is a trick of the light. The Blood Pond is a totally normal natural phenomenon, the product of lots of boring chemical reactions.
Which is why, Tytan, Evans...your bravado begins to grateon me. "You will not break me"--Evans, we don't intend to. "Carry off on shields"--Tytan, you will not be dying on this battlefield. Much as you seem to eschew shades of grey, it is the Five that plays fast and loose with life. Say what you will about DEVIL's tactics, we handle our business during showtime with trained wrestlers--no backstage assaults that make evey day a battlezone, not a hand lifted against family or friends
Tytan, you spend so much time with your Greek homages I'm not sure how much time you've spent with Christianity's origins--even if you admittedly schooled me with Scripture before. See, early Christianity was inclusive, tolerant of syncretism. They didn't likeit, but it was a necessary, temporary compromise en route to crushing paganism. To be good and powerful, you actually do need to become powerful and influential first. Now, the obvious response is that power corrupts, and that once you compromise your purity for power, you'll never get it back.
And what I say to that Evans...
...is maybe you're right.
But someone has to try. Because simply being a role model, a voice crying in the darkness...it doesn't work either. And frankly, I don't expect you to trust me. I wouldn't trust me in your position. I've realized that the only person I could ever trust to do this, to take on the role of the devil and outdo him in every way, to use the means of the evil one and maintain the true mission, to be the Dark Messiah for this company...
...was me.
Because at the end of the day, I know this is a mission I am mentally and spiritually prepared for. Because at the end of the day, I know I cannot, will not lose sight of the goal. Because at the end of the day, all the theaterics and hyperbole fade away, and I am not the monster that lurks in the shadows, the devil of the smoke, the lustful demon consumed by greed, the raving sadist who is sustained by power. My name is not Poe or Moosehead Jack, nor is it Satan or Beelzebub.
My name is Junichiro Muyo.
And I Will Save You.
FADE
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