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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:21:45 GMT -5
Selena is standing behind a wet pane of glass. The camera zooms in on her. She looks sad. A mascera-lined tears runs down her left cheek as she cuts her eyes up to the camera.
She places her palms on the glass, with all of her fingers outstretched. Both palms have red "V"s on them. She looks down again and moves her hands slightly. The red "V"s smear.
She then looks back up the camera as another mascera-lined tear runs down her right cheek. She seems to take a deep breath as she folds her thumbs into her palms.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:22:26 GMT -5
Chad Madison is at a the Chichi Jima Aquarium, standing outside the shark tank.
Chad: Big words from a little man. J-P you think you're original? "Steers and Queers"? "Everything's bigger"? Please. 1978 called. They want their lines back.
You see son, you might have been the big fish in whatever small pond you came from. The problem for you is... this is the OOWF. There are no big fish here. Only Sharks.
Here's the thing. Your act isn't new or fresh or original. Rabbxt. Nerve Agent. Blitz. ZK DeBeers, Fly, Nayr. Brazen, Flippy guys who make a sudden splash & draw alot of attention. The problem is, all that splashing around you're doing will draw the attention of all the sharks. And one of them is going to end up eating you alive. In Ecosystem's case, maybe Literally.
Yes you won last week, you're big debut match against one of the endless supply of jobbers Rick has on speed dial. This week, you face a man who has been a Nine-Time champion in this company. and last week, only outside interference kept that number from being Ten
So run your mouth. Keep churning the waters. but keep your eyes open in all directions. The sharks will sense the movement. and they will strike when you least expect it.
Now Mr. Dead. You sensed it, didn't you? Eco certainly seemed to. (low whisper) You couldn't beat me. Lucky for you, I still don't want to be Intercontinental Champion.
I do, however want to be Onslaught Champion. Rick seems to want to drag his feet on this, so I guess I have to make a Formal challenge. Here goes: LD Williams. Stan Fulton. I challenge the winner of this weeks match for the Onslaught Championship. No threats. No run-ins. No shenanigans. Until my partner is allowed to return, I will be putting all my efforts into becoming Onslaught Champion.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:24:12 GMT -5
Back at the Beppo Medical Center...FW: Lexie, it's not just my rules. It's hospital rules too. No more than two visitors in the room at a time. Can you please make them leave? LD: Fine, as long as you don't bar us again. FW: I'll tell you what I told the Five. As long as no one disturbs EITHER of them OR each other for that matter, it's fine. LD: Okay...I know you're trying to do the right thing here.....why don't you take a break and I'll get Spencer out of there, since I know she's driving you nuts. FW: Thank you. I think they had showers around the corner. Lexie goes back into the room, and Fire walks down the hall. She spies a very pretty Japanese nurse.They smile. Fire continues down the hall to the shower. The nurse follows. The Ninja Cam can't go past the door of the shower room. So, we wait, and time passes. Eventually, Fire comes out of the room looking very clean and relaxed, and the nurse follows, but she's wearing something new.WINNER and NEW DDT IRONPERSON HEAVY METAL CHAMPION -- SEXY JAPANESE NURSE!FW: Here you go. SJN: What is this? FW: Tickets to Chichi Jima, and to the show. You'll want to look up a friend of mine... Chad Madison. He'll um....show you around. SJN: Okay! Thanks! FW: You're welcome. *Fire looks into the camera* So are you, Chad. Thanks for all your support. She walks back down the hall, where the Darling entourage has moved outside. Spencer glares at her, but Firewoman ignores her as she walks back into the room, where Davin has been.DM: You look much more relaxed. FW: Yeah, they have great showers here.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:25:21 GMT -5
*Outback Jack is walking and talking on his cell*
OBJ: Right, big man, we haven't always seen eye to eye but I do hear what you're saying. We'll talk later.
*OBJ arrives outside the hospital room to which everyone's been going, but now there are 6 Yakuza guards outside. OBJ pauses, drinks beer, belches, and a petite Japanese woman in a severe business suit, who had been following him politely, steps up and adresses the guards. The guards bow and step aside, and OBJ walks into the hospital room, where Fire has resumed a solitary vigil. She jumps up and is clearly ready for fight after her "shower" but OBJ spreads his hands in a peaceful gesture*
FW: What the hell are you doing here?
OBJ: I can't pay my respects to two fallen comrades?
FW: Cut the crap. What do you want? And how the hell did you get in here?
OBJ: The sheila outside was Mr. Takahashi's number 2 enforcer, and she still scares the shit out of most of the Yakuza, and I did promise her I'd behave myself, so here I am. And as far as the Darlings and the Quinns, I don't have a dog in the fight. So I just came here to tell you something.
FW: Which is?
OBJ: We've been on opposite sides for years, but it's never been personal. But with Stank and me, it's become very personal. At Mayhem, I won't just be looking to win a match. I know you're not going to be intimidated, and you're not going to back out, but I wanted to let you know, face to face, that this will not be just a wrestling match. Gator and Spin are wrestlers, and I can understand what happened to them. What happened to Wally went over the line.
FW: So?
OBJ: I promised LD's Momma I'll make Stank bleed. That's not a promise I make lightly.
*OBJ walks out*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:25:54 GMT -5
The Sexy Japanese Nurse knocks on Chad Madison's dressing room door.
Chad: Helllooooooooooooooooo Nurse!
SJN: Sank You. The Firewoman said You would be nice to me?
Chad: Yes Ma'am!
(They close the door and the camera zooms in on a clock over the door. The Dial spins wildy and suddenly stops. The door opens.
The Sexy Japanese Nurse emerges looking a bit dissheveled and wearing Madison's western shirt. )
Chad: You sure ya can't stay for a while? We can grab some chow and then saddle up again.
SJN: (giggles) No Cowboy Chad. I miss too much work time arready. I come watch you match this week.
Chad: Aww shucks.
(She walks away. Chad turns and a referee walks out of his dressing area, holding a video camera and apparently reviewing the tape. )
Referee: Dude, that was phenominal!
Chad: (laughing) That rodeo training comes in handy when she starts a'buckin'. What's the final verdict?
Referee: Looks like (counts on his fingers 1...2...3) You finished up with the last count NEW Ironperson DDT heavy Metal Champion Cowboy Chad Madison!
Chad: Yeeeeeehawwwwww! [
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:26:24 GMT -5
*SFJ#5 approaches Stank.*
SFJ#5 - Outback J-
Stank - I SAW the fucking promo Isabella and all I have to say to Outback Jack is you think this is personal for you alone? Is that what you think? I told you Jack. I told you and Spin and Mags that I am now part of The Five... and that my old world must end. You knew damn well what that meant.... Drink & Destroy must die.
I started it.
I damn well will kill it.
The facsimile of D&D that exists today is just that... an illusion, a fake, an absurd copy of what was once great. The fact that you persist as a group after I have left is insulting.
There is no Drink & Destroy without me.
So why do you persist?
Why do you fight inevitablity?
What I did to Wally will be MERCIFUL compared to what I'm going to do to YOU.
You promise to make ME bleed...?
I promise to make you DIE!
It is not the way I wanted it... it's just how it is.
At Mayhem you will face me and the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. That is the way of things. There is no more glory for you. Drink & Destroy will NOT persist. Why?
Because we are The Five.
We are the only five.
Your world is OVER.
and ours... is NOW.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:26:57 GMT -5
*Fade in* as Bryce Larson is getting ready to film a promo, when JP Sparxx wanders through the interview area, with Jewel tagging behind.
Production Assistant: Hey! We’re filming here!
JP Sparxx: Yo, my bad...my bad.
PA: Be careful, there are signs posted everywhere!
JP: I said my bad, yo.
Bryce Larson: Rodney, it’s cool. I got it.
JP: Oh, you got it? You gots what?
BL: I gots? I gots...dis. Dis idiot walking through my interview like he’s lost. Which is apropos, really.
JP: Why you say that?
BL: Because here you are, the newest, hottest thing in the OOWF--if it were 1992--and just like all the rest, you’re completely lost. Do you have one of these?
[Bryce hands JP one of Eco’s cards. JP refuses, so he tries to hand it to Jewel, who doesn’t acknowledge Bryce.]
JP: Nah, I’m good, dawg.
BL: You’re good. You’re good? One match here, and you can do it by yourself. You don’t need any help. Is that it? “Just me and my girl?” Just like Evans--you can forge your own path.
JP: Yo man, I got dis. I’m JP Sparxx. Ya heard?
BL: Oh, I heard. Loud & clear.
[Bryce walks away.]
Jewel: Das what I THOUGHT!
[Bryce immediately turns back.]
JP: [Shakes his head.] Baby, dis dude’s nuts.
BL: Is that right? Is DAT right? Let me ask you a question. Just who the hell do you think you are?
JP: I already told you fool, I’m JP Sparxx!
BL: “I’m JP Sparxx!” You sound like a bad Tracy Morgan skit on SNL. [Starts doing a Tracy Morgan impersonation--more like an impersonation of Jay Mohr impersonating Tracy Morgan.] “I’m JP Sparxx. Look at me! I’m the fuckin’ man, yo! I’m Tracy Morgan! True playa, don’t fuck wit!”
JP: Babygirl, look at his goofy tail. Tryin’a do me! [Laughs hysterically! Then starts flailing his arms to make fun of Bryce.] I’m JP Sparxx! I’m Bryce Larson! Da DEVILS’ in da house!
BL: [Getting in JP’s face.] Oh, now you got jokes?
JP: Yeah. Yeah, I got jokes.
Bryce SLAPS JP in the face!
BL: Well while you got jokes, I got serious. Playa.
JP: You don’t look serious to me, fool.
BL: Try me.
JP starts to grasp his fists.
J: Baby, not now. You’re just starting out.
JP looks at her, and looks back at Bryce, unsure if he should make the first move.
BL: What? You gonna let some cat boss you around? Who’s the fool, now? Playa.
JP clenches his fist and gnashes his teeth in anger at Bryce.
BL: Go on, JP Sparxx. Do it. Throw the first punch, Playa. Do it.
JP looks like he’s going to punch Bryce, but Jewel puts a hand on his arm. JP eases off and starts to back away.
BL: Huh. Guess we know who the true Playa is in that relationship. And who’s got the pussy.
J: Oh hell no! Get him baby!
JP grabs Bryce by the shoulder, spins around and takes a swing. Bryce moves and pushes Jewel to the side. JP turns to her, and Bryce uses that chance to take JP’s back, locking in a choke. He takes it to the floor and chokes JP out while Jewel yells for help.
J: Baby! [Yelling up at Bryce.] Why the hell did you do that!
BL: [Impersonating Sparxx.] I won’t me baby! [Back to serious Bryce, flipping Eco’s card to her.] It was the devil inside of me.
Jewel starts to help JP Sparxx up as Bryce quickly tells the production assistant that the promo is over, and walks off.
Suddenly someone yells Bryce’s name. He turns around and sees Chris Evans! Before Bryce can do anything, Evans levels him with a chair! Evans stands over Bryce.
Chris Evans: I’m the traitor? I’m the traitor! Who the fuck do you think you are?! This isn’t over, partner!
Ecosystem appears, slowly checking on Bryce, then turning towards to Evans He grabs the business card from Jewel and hands it to Evans.
Eco: This is for you. You might not be ready tonight, but soon. There’s room for another E. Remember, the phone lines are open.
Evans throws the card in Eco’s face, and leaves. Eco simply hands it back to Jewel, then waives the trainers off of Bryce, tending to him on his own.
*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:27:52 GMT -5
A ninjacam fades in to find Chris Evans coming out of an elevator at the Beppo Medical Center.
He arrives at the Darnling-Quinn hospital room, were Firewoman is standing guard.
Evans: Where the hell is Ravenna?
Voice: Well well, look who decided to show his respects?
E: Fuck you, you succubus! I ain’t here to see anybody. I’m here to get Ravenna and get her far away from you.
F: Heh, succubus. I like that. Look Cubby, I don’t know where she is right now. All I know is that she was here, and now she’s not.
Evans pushed Firewoman up against the wall.
E: I know this is a hospital, and as much as I shouldn’t feel this way, I know that’s your brother and husband in there, so I’ll show my respect by not laying you out now, if only for Alexis’ sake. I’m here for Ravenna and that’s it.
Evans backs away from Firewoman.
Firewoman goes into the woom to see if Moose and Alexander have been disturbed by the noise. When she sees they haven’t, she wals back out.
F: You’re lucky they didn’t get disturbed by that Cubby, cause I’m warning you: you do anything to disturb either my brother or my husband and I’ll stab you in the jugular with a fucking scalpel!
E: Heh, even under stress, you’re still the same.
Evans walks away from Firewoman. A Sexy Japanese Nurse approaches Evans.
SJN: Lion-Do!
E: Sorry, I’m not Chris Jericho.
The nurse looks dejected.
E vans thinks for a minute.
E: On second thought, yes I am. Maybe you can help me. See, I’m looking for a woman
After giving a description of Ravenna, the nurse tells Evans of her location.
SJN: I saw her going to the surveillance room with another woman wearing leather pants
E: Heh, must be Alexis..
Evans enters the survellience room where Ravenna and Alexis are sitting and watching Moosehead Jack and Alexander Darling.
Ravenna: Chris, so you decided to visit?
E: Hardly. I came to get you out of here. We’ve got more important matters to attend to. We’ve got DEVIL to worry about, or have you forgotten that while playing nurse for Moosehead Jack.
Evans sees the damage done to Ravenna by Firewoman.
E: Lemme guess. Fire, right?
R: I...
E: Look, I’m not trying to pressure you right now, but I know all to well what it’s like to be caught up in that harpy’s world of lies and deceit. You’re a good woman at heart, and I can’t allow myself to see you get caught up in this.
R: But they’re gonna end up killing each other.
E: I don’t mean to sound coldhearted, but that’s not any of your concern. They’ve hated each other long before you came into the OOWF, and you keeping watch over them isn’t gonna change that. Believe me, Moose isn’t one for settling things easily.
Alexis: That’s for sure.
R: But I’ve still gotta try.
E: Look, I can see right now that you’re not one to reason with right now. Just promise me that you’re gonna.focus on our match against Eco and Tyler, alright?
R: Okay.
E: Alright, I’m outta here. This hospital reeks of Quinn.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:29:46 GMT -5
(Tytan sits in the gym with an SFJ. Wrath can be seen in the background training and Athena is close by keeping an eye on him.)
SFJ: Thank you for giving us the time to talk with you. Now, first thing you have been keeping a low profile this week any reason?
Tytan: First off it's mainly because some people around here had something to say about me "phoning in" my promos. So, I figured this week why not wait until I had enough to say and them come up with one longer promo. Oh and by the way congrats on the win. You guys were the better team at Mayhem. This week we get our rematch and don't expect us to go down the same way.
SFJ: So, you want those titles back?
Tytan: Look what I would love to do right now is to make Davin one of the shortest reigning Tag-team champions and make Wrath and I Two time Tag-Team champions.
SFJ: Okay recently Drink and Destroy have made comments about those "Heroes" that haven't done anything to help them?
Tytan: Look D&D we said we would help you guys. But remember what I have said we do our business in the ring. We are not going to go out and go gang warfare on these guys. That is not what we are about, Also OBJ I am sorry about Spin and I am sorry about Wally I hope they are doing better.
SFJ: Alright now on to the next question, at Mayhem you and the rest of Valor rescued Firewoman from the Devils and reason why you decided to make your mark saving her?
Tytan: What a way to make a statement by saving someone that was my biggest enemy in the past. Also it was Eco and what was being done to Firewoman was something that she didn't deserve. Eco I love how you work you are doing all you can to avoid me. I have been watching and you haven't even mention the fact that I disrupted your plans. Come on Eco...I know you better then that it bothered you that Valor ruined your latest big scheme. I told you you are a Used Car salesmen. You talk a great game but I can see right through all the bullshit. Also what do you think if you don't mention me or you don't mention Valor them maybe we will just go away. Sorry to burst your bubble but that just isn't going to happen. We will be watching every move you make and we will be ready to stop your next scheme. Valor won't go away.
SFJ: Thank you Tytan that's all I have.
Tytan: Thanks.
SFJ: Back to you "Scheme" Gene in the studio.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:30:43 GMT -5
(Later Tytan is seen at the Hospital where he meets up with Chris Evans.)
Tytan: So did you remind her about her match with Eco and Tyler?
Chris: Yeah, I did what I had to do but she is just unreasonable right now.
Tytan: You tried, she just doesn't get it that its a Family Feud right now and those two are going to kill each other no matter what.
Chris: I know I tried to tell her.
Tytan: The only one that can do anything to possibly stop that is going to be Firewoman. She knows both of them and is just has crazy as they are. So the best thing to do is to leave them alone and let family handle family. So, don't give up on her. She'll get it sooner or later.
Chris: Yeah I know she will sooner or later.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:31:55 GMT -5
Zane is sitting and fidgeting in his chair as Dr. Freedman walks him thru a therapy session.
Dr.: You have been watching OOWF-TV?
Zane: Yes.
Dr.: You have seen your partner have some success without you. Does that make you feel... unwanted?
Zane: No.
Dr.: Your partner is not waiting around for you, he is moving on with his career. Does that make you feel hurt or tossed aside?
Zane: No.
Dr.: You sure? It would be natural to have these feelings Zane.
Zane: I'm not some schoolgirl going thru a bad break up! Chad is easily one of the most underrrated wrestlers in the company. Had we ever desired to, both of us could have held numerous singles championships. The fact is we both enjoy being a tag team.
Dr.: You aren't afraid that he will find success on his own and not need you?
Zane: NO! DO I HAVE TO KEEP REPEATING MYSELF
Dr.: Your anger, Mr. Myers.
(Zane gets up and storms into the kitchen for a bottle of Aquafina. HE takes a few long drinks, and sits back down.)
Dr.: You have not congratulated Mr. Moreland on his achievement.
Zane: When do I have time? You have me watching all this touchy feely crap on the internet. When do I get 10 minutes to myself to do things like that? This is MY house after all! Dr.: You could do so now... I'd be happy to relay the message.
Zane: You'd be happy to relay..... (a slight cough is heard in the background) Ahh.. of course. Ninjacams. So you wanted to show the entire OOWF my softer side?
Dr.: I think it could not hurt. I told you as much.
Zane: That's enough. This is going nowhere fast. You want my softer side? I'll show you. Come with me today. I'll be appearing at Methodist Children's Hospital reading to the kids. Then I'll be spending an hour or two at the San Antonio ASPCA , thanks to DH, I've grown pretty fond of that place. All on my own, all extended commitments, all on my own. THAT'S how I spend my time away from the ring.... how's that for a softer side?
Dr.: Pretty soft. We need to find a way to overlap your generous nature with the intensity you display away from those places... (begins to write furiously in his notebook)
Zane: Screw this. I'm leaving
Dr.: On your way back stop by the store. We're out of milk already.
(Zane Screams loudly and as he vanishes, the sound of a door slamming is clearly heard.)
Zane:
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:33:09 GMT -5
<Back at Beppo Hospital, Ravenna walks up behind Evans and Tytan just as they are finishing up their conversation. She walks up to them, face bandaged, arm in a sling..>
RB: Really guys?
<Both are a bit surprised to see her.>
RB: I'm not sure why you both think I'm being unreasonable. I tried to show Fire a kindness in a time of need, I got no more than I expected. Don't worry about me. I believe I just told Alexis a bit ago that this was something Firewoman should handle. I just wanted to bring them some food. That was my mistake,
CE: I know you want to stop them from killing each other.
RB: Of course I do, but I can't stop them if they don't want to be stopped.
Tytan: And I don't think they will be.
RB: Fine, then cut the me-needing-saved talk. I've had quite enough of that from Juni,
Tytan: Don't compare me to him.
RB; Then don't treat me like a witless sap. I have done what I can here. I'm leaving for Chichi Jima tonight. We have a match to prepare for.
<Ravenna walks away slowly, signing some paperwork at the desk as she leaves.>
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:34:10 GMT -5
Chad Madison knocks on The Moreland suite door. Samantha answers the door Chad: Evenin' SDM: Davin's not here. he's on his way back from Beppo Hospital. Chad: Was afraid of that. Thought I;d drop by a little something to congratulate him on his Grand Slam. SDM: Oh? You're going to acknowledge that now? Chad: Wasn't like that at all. Had to wait until they arrived. SDM: They? Chad: Our present. It's a pair... well.. I'll wait until Davin gets here. SDM: You assume you're welcome to stay until then Voice from behind: Luckily for him, it wont be long. (Camera pans back to find.. Davin Moreland! He and Chad exchange pleasantries) Chad: Zane and I pitched in to get you a present. (Offers him a box) Davin: (unwrapping) Thanks! (he pulls out of the box... Davin: I'm ... speechless. Chad: Hand made by Wheeler Boots of Houston. The last pair I had of these ran me 8 grand. SDM: 8 Thousand Dollars? For Boots? Davin: Wow. Thanks Chad: And theres something else. Zane had them put Heelplates on them. (Davin spins the boots around and sees the engraved heelplates.. "OOWF Grand Slam Champion and Honorary Texan Davin Moreland" ) Davin: Touched. I really am. Chad: Zane kinda wanted to be here, since it was his idea and all.... Davin: He's such an old softy.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:35:47 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! in the hospital room, listening to the beep-beep-beeps and watching OOWF-TV.
FW: FUCK!
She scribbles something down on a piece of paper, races to the door, and opens it, and is immediately swarmed with Apter rag 'reporters' and Japanese wrestling media people, clamoring for a statement. She looks around and sees Lucky and makes her way through the crowd.
L: What? Is everything okay? Did one of them--
FW: No change. Look.... *she hands the paper to him* Can you take care of that for me?
L: Sure, but you need to give them a statement or something.
FW: You're right. Fine. *She turns to the reporters* Thank you for your patience, but I'm sorry to report there's been no change.
Rep1: You have a history of not showing up for matches when things get too much. Will you be at Mayhem Wednesday night?
FW: First off, both of those previous times there were severely extenuating circumstances. So yes, I will be there. My partner Stank can count on me. And really, my brother and my....Alexander would want me to go do the job that all three of us love so much.
Rep2: So what is going on with you and Darling?
FW: Right now? Nothing. He's in a coma.
Rep2: I mean, will you stay married? Is there truth to the rumors that you've rekindled the relationship you had when you first arrived here and--
FW: *getting angry* My business manager has the necessary paperwork in motion for the annulment which should be ready on our return to North America..
Rep2: That doesn't mean you'll sign it, though. Tell us, Fire....Do you think you will--
An empty bedpan goes sailing and knocks the reporter unconscious.
FW: Anymore questions?
The crowd murmurs a bit, and finally someone stands up.
Rep3: Do you have any comments about your attack on Ravenna, or any of the other recent happenings?
FW: Yeah...We get OOWF-TV everywhere it appears. It's nice to see that I managed to beat a backbone into Ravenna, maybe the boys will stop thinking she's a doormat. But then, they haven't taken me seriously either, so who knows?
Rep3: What do you mean?
FW: Stank, LD, any of them do a beatdown, they're tough. I do one, and I'm a primadonna, a diva. Ravenna tries to be inspirational, and she's...whatever. I've got more important things to worry about. And Tytan is right. No one else needs to nose into a private family matter, even if it's one that Rick has ninja cams covering 24-7. So Outback Jack, I appreciate your visit, but it doesn't change anything. I'm going to help my partner, Stank, destroy his creation. Not because I give a damn about Drink and Destroy, but because Stank is my partner and that's what he wants. The Five is strong, even during Moose's....health crisis.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my family.
Firewoman turns and walks back into the room. Lucky returns and follows her to the door.
FW: Out.
L: I know. Just, I took care of that.
FW: Okay.
Fire shuts the door.
*****
The scene shifts and there's a knock on a door. Samantha Darling-Moreland opens it, with Davin behind her.
Delivery Guy: Delivery for Moreland-san.
SMD: Who's it from?
DG: Aka-rion.
SMD: Who?
DM: Firewoman. Her name in Japan.
SMD: Is it ticking?
DM: Very funny. Thank you. Davin tips him and he leaves
SMD: Seriously I wouldn't open that.
DM: I am not you.
Davin opens it to reveal a large supply of Dunkin Donuts coffee, and a crystal mug that has replicas of all four OOWF titles on it. He reads the note out loud.
DM: "Sorry, I've been a bit preoccupied. Congratulations, Davin. Firewoman." Aw....
Samantha rolls her eyes as they close the door.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:36:15 GMT -5
*Outback Jack is in the boiler room below the Destroyitarium*
OBJ: Stank, I see that I got your attention. You know, I would have seriously considered closing out the Drink & Destroy name, out of respect for what you had done over the years. I don't want to speak for the other guys, but I think Spin and Mags would have considered it as well. But you had to be an asshole, so no, we are not going to change the name. DDT happens to be a hell of a lot better wrestler than you ever were, so don't complain about how we are not living up to the name.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:36:48 GMT -5
Poe is WALKING~ through a Japanese cemetery. A light mist bellows around him. Selena is hopping up onto tombstones, having the time of her life.
Poe: The Dead. You have something I want. So I came here, to a sacred burial ground, to draw strength, to battle you, what you dare to call yourself. For you see, Dead, you have no ideas what powers you immitate. Powers you can not imagine.
Poe looks around.
Poe: You...you are weak. You have your goons fight your battles for you, when you can not stand for yourself.
Poe snarls.
Poe: You insult the dead that are all around us. The dead that watch, and wait, and yearn for company. Your company.
Selena hops down and stands beside Poe.
Poe: Your time is over...Dead. I will do it for them, but mostly myself. Leave your friends at home. For you will see none of mine. I do not even wish to see any of my so-called allies. Be a man. Stand up for yourself. Even if it is all for naught.
Selena takes Poe's arm and smiles up at him.
Poe: Try to enjoy your last days as Champion. For very soon, your soul will be wanting once again. As will they...
Poe looks around as if he's looking at people.
Poe: "Hear the tolling of the bells - Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their melody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan."
Poe and Selena both shiver as Poe ends his poetic recitation
Poe: Namaste. Dead
Sa-T: Smile for the Camera...
Selena does a Zombie impersonation.
Sa-T: Living Dead Boy!
A faint/ghostly shape crosses before the camera as we *fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:37:40 GMT -5
Eco is sitting quietly on Kopepe Beach in Chichi Jima, watching a clip on his computer.Eco: I'm not ignoring you, Tytan. How could I? You were my partner. Part of you will always be my partner to me, of course, but for the moment we will play with the past tense. Truth is, I still don't know how to respond to you properly. Because I don't want to hurt you. I'd say I love you, but people seem to take that the wrong way here. It's one English word I still have yet to grasp fully. What's the Cold lyric? "I don't love how you love, but please don't leave me here alone?"In this company, I like a good number of people. I love fewer. I love you, I love Firewoman, and I love Ravenna. None of that is romantic love as you would consider it. It's a particular passion and respect for a person. In fact, that may be my limiting factor. Respect, that is. See, I don't respect a great many people in this world. Since we are spending a month in my homeland of Japan, I'd like to talk more about where I've come from. Unlike many here, I usually keep my life private, act as though it begins and ends with the OOWF. Of course, this is why fans so freely alternate between cheering and booing me--because they lack context, they lack understanding, they can't see that I always have been and always will be the same person. I was born Junichiro Muyo in 1980 in the city of Nagoya, Japan to an unwed mother, Riko Muyo. My father--that's an unworthy word, my sperm donor--was in fact in a relationship with my mother, but he left her after she refused to abort me. I'm not quite sure why she refused--in fact, early ultrasounds indicated I might have Down Syndrome, not a particularly convenient situation for a poor woman. She was part of the incredibly small Japanese Catholic population, a convert, so that was part of it, I'm sure...she had a heightened sense of responsibility, so that played a role. But I think above all, she was a stubborn woman who was not going to be held hostage emotionally, even if it meant being held hostage to a fetus physically. So she stood firm, and he walked. Child Services as they existed in 1980's Japan were shit as fuck in the cities, so child support was never an option. So she made ends meet for as long as she could, taking odd jobs and negotiating a broken welfare system. We moved into a shit apartment in the Nagoya ghetto--you'd be amazed at how cheaply you can rent property in areas people consider unsafe. Always a good idea to find a space though, thanks to those fuckers in Nagoya social work: Things got easier in some ways when my sister, Megumi Muyo, was born. To this day, I don’t quite know what happened there. I don’t believe it was consensual. But for a while, we were sent money. A lot of money. But we didn’t save well, and when it suddenly stopped…life got hard again, and our family got hungry. And by this point, I was twelve years old. At some point, you can’t wait for the hand to come and feed you. www.virtualginza.com/gif/yakuza1.jpg[/img]So I went to the Yakuza, the men who ran my area. Believe me, when I preach against supporting a corrupt system, I know something of which I speak. I became a lookout and runner for them. The second time, I screwed up. I thought they would fire me. Instead, they took something from me. Eco holds up his right hand.My left pinky finger. That’s where the prosthetic comes from. I was too stupid to walk at that point, of course. So I stayed with it, and eventually the money came, slowly but surely. I snuck it to my mother in envelopes, made her think the child support was back. Now, I could have shook my fist at the heavens and blamed conservatives for their blindness to urban poverty in Japan, but frankly, I subscribed to Hanlon’s Razor “Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.” In fact, I went the other way as a child. Convinced myself that the Liberal Democratic Party was going to save the fucking world with free trade. That’s Junichiro Koizumi, and he was my hero. When I was 15, he was vying for the Presidency of LDP. See, Mama Muyo decided that education was what would save her children. So every night when we come home from school, she’d drill us on everything we learned that day—even if she didn’t understand it herself. In time, I got good at school. Really good. I became interested in politics, policy, things I had never thought about before. Never had any problems with the other students, because who’s going to fuck with the Yakuza runner in AP Calculus class? And in time, even those boys heard about what I was doing. They freed me from my obligations to them, started sending a little money over just to see me make good. It’s one of the few times in my life I’ve received kindness with nothing asked in return. In the middle of senior year, it finally came to a head. pix.epodunk.com/CT/ct_yale_u01.jpg[/img]Yale University. The Ivy League. It was really weird, honestly. I had been applying to schools in the States and the UK, having become proficient in English as a second language. I knew I had a strong application, but not that strong. I worked hard though—working two campus jobs, completely focused on where the money was. And then came my saving grace. www.hcs.harvard.edu/sws/images/SWS%20Logo.jpg[/img]Smart Woman Securities. Started by Harvard graduates, spread to Yale very quickly and became popular in the Economics department, particularly among the East Asian nationals. Brilliant women in my department start their own personal investment pools. Ayaka Li gets me involved and interested, encourages me to join in the women’s club.. Instead of sending money home, I buy in with the money I’m saving. And I make it back very, very quickly. Too quickly. And so, unlike many other people… …I get out in time. At this point, I have become bored with college life—entirely stupid on my part, but I feel as though I have made the money I was looking for, and I return home to puruse another passion. Wrestling. i.enewsi.com/g/generated/Entertaiment/Wrestling/MITSUHARU_MISAWA__scaled_275.jpg[/img]That’s Mitsuharu Misawa, for any of you who don’t recognize. I wish I could say I caught his eye wrestling at some unknown show and he adopted me for training on the spot. Truth is, I pulled some strings with my old Yakuza connections and forced him to take me on. He hated it. I was training with Morishima and other truly talented wrestlers, and I was just jumping off ropes like an acrobat. After a year or two of training, I move on not to NOAH…but to FMW. Yeah, FMW. Frontier Martial-Arts Wrestling. Home of the Anus Explosion match and all the stupid hardcore shit you could find. And I loved the fuck out of it. You couldn’t get a ladder too high for me to jump off of. You couldn’t make a fire too big for me to jump through. And I was coming up with crazier moves. I called myself “Koizumi” in reference to my first name, Junichiro, since I loved the Prime Minister so much. And Misawa must have embarrassed, but independent wrestling fans caught onto me quick. When you’re going from a 15-foot ladder to the outside, it’s a lot easier to actually try and execute a 990 splash—yes, two and a half rotations in a senton—than a turnbuckle drop. But no one remembers the assistance, the situation, whether or not you jumped into padding. You did a 990 splash, and you’re a YouTube sensation for life. But FMW closes down, which was probably inevitable--after all, it was a business model based on an increasingly awful freak show. Meanwhile, in the States--where I had built so many contacts—WCW and ECW had shut down as well. My investments had paid off huge—my family had long moved out of the slums—and I considered taking a look at the business side of wrestling. I talked with some territories in the know, and it seemed at this point that there was a place for the OOWF. But I actually knew it was gold when I saw this: Eco: That was the very first promo in the OOWF. Originally released on the internet, we hit a lucky break during the advent of internet popularity—when something like lonelygirl15 could be new and fresh—we got a TV deal. And the OOWF made the most of it, with an immediate splash. We constructed ourselves as a real TV show instead of just a wrestling exhibition, complete with special effects and the like beyond what any other company was putting on. profile.ak.fbcdn.net/object3/1180/98/n42350763532_9706.jpg[/img]Still, I couldn’t handle it. I was too young to handle a company full of wrestlers some double my age, and I had no business sense to match my economics sense. I was a joke to the wrestlers there, a toy that they could play politics with. So I handed it off to a consortium—at least the management thereof, people don’t realize I still make a good deal of money off this company. So I left and I quietly finished my degree. And then, like the abused partner returns to the spouse that beats them, I came back to the OOWF. You know my history from there, but let’s just do a recap. From the New Year’s Evil PPV: But of course…I was wrong. Tytan is not a man inherently loyal to people. Tytan is loyal to his own conscience, and unwilling, incapable of trusting even those who might know better. As I made Salvation stronger, you became skeptical of me, didn’t you, Tytan? You couldn’t believe we were on the same page once I began asserting myself, asserting my vision, making the changes I KNEW needed to be made. All the frustrations you have today? I had them before, remember? But then I realized the lesson. The answer that had been in front of my face all along. For too long, I humbled myself. For too long, I had been living as that scared little child from the ghetto. Submitting myself to others to pay the bills, too afraid to fight back. Not believing I could be good enough for the top schools in the world, and running away. Running away to garbage wrestling instead of daring to fail at the pure art. Running away from the company I founded because I was too ashamed to wield power. Submitting myself to partner after partner, shying away from my own success, trying to constantly be a role model or a good foot soldier, running from the credit, running from the power that could corrupt me. Now, after every betrayal, after every failure, after every attempt to save this company by word or gentle deed has failed, I am done running. I am Junichiro FUCKING Muyo.I am now the Big Bad of this company. I am now the one people react to. I am the one who runs the beatdown at the end of the show. I am no longer a fucking joke. Do you heat that, Tytan? Because I don’t think you get it. I AM NO LONGER A FUCKING JOKE. I AM NO LONGER A FUCKING JOKE.I AM NO LONGER A FUCKING JOKE.I AM NO LONGER A FUCKING JOKE.I AM NO LONGER A FUCKING JOKE.I AM NO LONGER A FUCKING JOKE.I AM NO LONGER A FUCKING JOKE.I AM NO LONGER A FUCKING JOKE.You laugh at me, Tytan. You deign to laugh at me, Have you ever heard the old Mohandas Gandhi quote? ”First they ignore you.
Then they laugh at you.
Then they fight you.
Then you win.See, I realized Tytan…we were the joke. The joke was on us, because we didn’t understand history. Everything good that has ever happened to this world came from evil. Every blessing was paid in blood. Christ’s death is the obvious example, but think beyond that. The founders of this county ran a revolt of the upper-class against taxes and kept a huge percentage of the population enslaved, using the men for abused labor and the women as both labor and free fuck-toys. www.aztecclub.com/biopix/Grant1880.jpg[/img]That man, Ulysses S. Grant, President a little over a century ago, exercised physical violence over men and women kept in enslavement to him at no detriment to his reputation. And yet…despite the prevalence of racism, the evil that penetrates the very fabric of this country…we have evolved. This country was born in evil, but slowly, painfully, is purifying itself. Do you understand? This great, powerful, democratic country could only be born and protected and defended by evil men doing evil things. Every peaceful religion that has truly prospered has been spread by the sword. You cannot change this company through nice speeches, or kindness expressed, or good examples given. You can only change this company by tearing it down and remaking it in your own image. It pains me to say that. It pains me so much it hurts, and I want to vomit for even suggesting it. But that is why DEVILS is here now. I bring the flames of purgation, the flames that will burn this company to the FUCKING ground. But it’s not too late for you to turn around. It’s not too late for you to take my hand and repent. It’s not too late for you to call me and say: And I will say this: For it is written, Luke Chapter 15, Lines 22-24: But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate.Come home, my brother. The lines are open. cdn.screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/devil-m-night-shyamalan.jpg[/img]
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:38:28 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is walking backstage with Jewel as a camera follows him. He starts talking to it as if being interviewed.
J-PS: Alexander F. Darling. Where you at punk? It's been a few days and I ain't heard nuthin' from ya.
J-P stops to look at the camera.
J-PS: (mocking voice) Oh no, I got beat up by an old fart. Oh god, the pain. It's too much, I need to hide away like a little bitch.
J-P smiles at the camera.
J-PS: Know what pussyboy? You seriously need to grow a pair and stop ducking me. Be a man and handle yer bizness. Or do you need Wifey ta do it for ya?
J-P gets close to the camera and puts up his hand as if he's sharing a secret.
J-PS: I think she's a li'l busy, ya knowwhati'msayin?
J-P starts walking again. Jewel once again starts her strut alongside.
J-P: But whatever. Be a bitch. Ima gitcha. What's ma name?!
Jewel: J-P!
J-P stops and holds his arms out.
J-PS: What's ma name?!?!?
Jewel: J-P Sparxx baby!
J-P: Das right. And on Wednesday, Ima take care of Cowpoker Chad...
J-P stops again. A look of anger comes across his face as he looks to the camera.
J-PS: And then there's Bryce Larson...
J-P runs his hand down his face.
J-PS: Listen dude. Ima say this once so you can understand. You ain't on my list. Ya wanna know why?
J-P lowers his sunglasses.
J-PS: 'Cuz you ain't in ma league dawg. And what you did...
J-P smiles and puts his sunglasses back. He shakes his head and laughs a bit as he walks up to a catering table, where a Japanese stage hand is getting a cup of coffee.
J-PS: Bryce, you got balls son. I'll give ya that. But if you ever step to me like dat again...
J-P smacks the cup of coffee out of the stage hand's hand. He grabs him and DDT's him hard to the floor. J-P kips up and looks directly into the camera. He arches an eyebrow as he looks down at the stage hand and back to the camera.
J-PS: KnowwhatI'msayin'?
J-P clicks his tongue and tilts his head for Jewel to follow him as he leaves the area with Jewel struttin' alongside. The camera pans back to the stage hand, who is still unconscious on the floor.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:39:18 GMT -5
*Davin is watching OOWF-TV on his Sprint 4G Smartphone and sees Sparxx' promo. He snickers quickly before a big smile spreads across his face. Samantha is nearby.*
SDM: God, what an asshole. What are you smiling about?
DM: *shrugs* Dunno. I like the kid's style. I can't help it.
SDM: You are a strange, strange man, Davin Moreland.
DM: Hey, you're the dummy that married me.
SDM: Fair enough.
DM: I gotta take a walk. Shit falls out of balance if I don't do my rounds.
SDM: It would appear so. Go get 'em, Dr. Moreland.
DM: I plan to, Dr. Feelgood.
*Davin wanders into the hallway and walks for a bit, spotting a furious Chris Evans sporting a dented folding chair*
DM: Hey Cubbie! What's wrong?
*Evans instinctively swings the chair at Davin's head. Davin impressively ducks it. Evans immediately looks like he was sorry he did it.*
DM: I'll let that slide, Chris, because you're pissed off.
CE: You're DAMN RIGHT I'm pissed off!
DM: Hey, hey, I'm no fan of Larson's as you're well aware.
CE: I have to say, in retrospect, that "unsafe worker" stuff you pulled was absolute genius.
DM: Well Chris, you don't get to be The First 6-Pack Champion by being a moron. The more they underestimate me, the easier they make my job. Speaking of smart moves, you're finally showing everyone you've grown a set.
CE: I didn't really have a choice.
DM: Regardless, if Larson brings goons with him, you've got my cell, right? I'd love to shove his head through a refrigerator again.
CE: I got it covered.
DM: I know. Just making sure you have my number.
CE: *seems to snap back to reality for a second as he smiles slightly and looks up at Davin* Yeah man. I got it.
*They do a tearwrist fist bump, and Davin continues on his way. Selena is smearing blood on the window-thing*
DM: *to himself, quietly* Is there a Hepatitis W?
*He walks right by Selena as if she didn't exist and spots Poe, Back turned. Davin hits a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER and Poe looks like he's dead even though he's not.*
DM: Oh, you're mean, evil, scary Poe now? You don't look so scary. *Selena shrieks as she sees what happened. Davin stares at her menacingly.* Quiet, child. *She clams up and slinks to the wall, tears in her eyes, watching this unfold* Poe, the offer still stands you vile piece of garbage. You want someone to pick on, pick on someone your own size, chuckles.
*Davin spits on the floor near Poe and heads back to the suite*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:39:57 GMT -5
<A doctor is checking on Moose, doing vitals and all that>
Doc: He should be coming out of it soon, his signs are improving, the shot we gave him should help speed it along
FW: And the other one <looking at Darling>
Doc: A little harder to tell. He is improving, but we don't know yet when he will be awake. Could be hours, could be days.
<The doc leaves and Fire sits down on a chair between them. After a little bit of time passes, we see Moose's eyes open and he tries to sit up pulling against his restraints>
MHJ: WHAT THE FUCK! LET ME OUT OF BED GODDAMNIT!
<Fire jumps up and looks at Moose and tries to calm him>
FW: Hey, calm down, you are going to tear all the stitches AGAIN.
MHJ: <glaring across the room at Darling> Just give me five minutes. Five minutes and this all ends
<Fire just sighs and shakes her head, Moose finally looks at her>
MHJ: You look like shit
FW: Gee thank you. You think it has been EASY keeping an eye on you two, and dealing with all the people who want to get in there and see you, for whatever reason, knowing that half of THOSE people want to kill one another too? You think this has been FUN for me?
MHJ: You didn't HAVE to take care of him, HE is not family!
FW: <signing again> until the annulment goes through, yes, he is. I am his next of kin, as well as yours.
<Moose just glares at Fire, then at Darling, then back to Fire>
MHJ: Fine. I am awake, and I am getting out of here as soon as I can. Can you at least move me to a different room so I don't have to look at HIM all fucking day
FW: I'll see what I can do. <Fire pulls the curtain separating the two beds> There, for now, you can't see him
MHJ: Very funny. Who am I wrestling this week?
FW: Are you serious? Rick has you and Darling off the sheets until further notice
MHJ: FUCK! And you?
FW: Teaming with Stank against Drink & Destroy
MHJ: Do me a favor, two actually
FW: <rolling her eyes> What?
MHJ: Tell Rick I want a rematch against Darling. Any kind of match, anywhere, any stips. Whatever I have to sign to get it waived, I will do it. This has to end
FW: He will never go for it Jack. Word I got is he wasn't the only one horrified, all the way up the chain, you two got their panties in a twist. They thought they were watching sanctioned murder
MHJ: They would have been had I had a few more seconds
FW: <sarcastically> Yeah that would have been just great, then instead of coming back to us in the Five, you would have been going to prison for murder, real fucking well thought out Jack
MHJ: If it had to be that way.....
FW: THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT! IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY! What are you trying to prove? And don't fucking answer, I am tired of hearing how it is some great vendetta, that he stands for all you hate, or whatever. Just leave it the fuck alone. You kill him, you go to jail, and I have nothing! Maybe this isn't about ME, but in the end I am the one that suffers. So FUCK YOU and FUCK your MESSAGES, I am not relaying shit!
<a long silence passes between the two of them, finally Moose speaks, in a calm even tone that we are not used to hearing>
MHJ: Well, at least get me my own room........please. The less I have to look at him, the less I will want to kill him, for now
FW: FINE! I will work on that
MHJ: Oh and the second thing
FW: WHAT?
MHJ: Get some rest, you look like shit
<Fire just glares at Moose. Moose looks around to make sure no one is looking>
MHJ: and Lisa..............thank you
<Fire stares at her brother and seems to get a little teary eyed for a moment. She punches him on the arm and turns away>
FW: <half heartedly> asshole
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:40:41 GMT -5
Firewoman comes back into the hospital room. Moose is sitting up reviewing the latest goings on that he missed while unconscious.
FW: Here, I brought you your pink hat.
MHJ: It's faded red.
She puts it on his head, since he is still restrained.
FW: Whatever you say. So, the good news is that they'll have a room all ready for you ... soon.
MHJ: How soon.
FW: That's the bad news. Just another day or so. Promise.
MHJ: I'm not happy.
FW: And thus, the restraints stay on. *gesturing to the OOWF feed* So you caught up.
MHJ: Yeah...you certainly went a little crazier than usual.
FW: I'm better now.
MHJ: Uh huh....and Ravenna?
FW: She's fine. And not your concern. DEVIL, however.....
MHJ: And there seems to be some....tension....yeah, let's call it that.
FW: Where?
MHJ: The Chamber.
FW: Yeah....
MHJ: Well, you know what they say. To every thing, there is a season.
Fire and Moose's eyes lock, and there's a moment of understanding, but of what?
FW: Yeah, that's what LD and I kind of thought.
MHJ: Well, I agree.
FW: Okay. I'll let him know.
A different set of beeps goes off on the other side of the curtain.
FW: Um....I have to check that out..
MHJ: If you unplugged it you wouldn't have to.
FW: You know....what more does he have to do? I mean, he took everything...EVERYTHING... you dished out. I'd say you got your revenge and then some. What more does he need to do to prove he's not just some flash in the pan rich boy?
MHJ: Die?
FW: Seriously.
MHJ: I am...okay...fine....just be gone.
FW: Leaving the OOWF proves that he belongs?
The beeping starts again
FW: Whatever...I'll be back.
Fire goes around the curtain to the other side, where Alexander appears to still be unconscious. She checks the equipment and doesn't see anything wrong. She bumps the railing on the bed.
AD: Lexie...
Firewoman scowls and pushes the button that summons the nurse. She comes in (and no, it's not the same nurse as before) and Firewoman shows her what's beeping.
FW: Oh yeah, he spoke by the way.
N: *She checks the EEG* Well, his readings still say he's in a coma. They do that sometimes.
FW: Figures.
Fire goes back to the other side of the curtain.
MHJ: He dead yet?
FW: Shut up and watch the Ice Road Truckers marathon or whatever.
Bac on the other side, the nurse is still adjusting things.
AD: Lexie...where is Fire?
The nurse checks the EEG machine again, shakes her head, and leaves.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:43:07 GMT -5
*Mr. E is standing in a hallway, outside of a locker room that appears to be empty. He spots at Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist.*
Mr. E: Hey, you. Come here.
*The RNSFJ complies.*
RNSFJ: Who's locker room is this?
Mr. E: It's mine. Can you believe it? OOWF management finally believes in me enough to give me one of these private locker rooms.
RNSFJ: Why is it still empty?
Mr. E: In good time, my dear. Maybe after my match this week against Dr. Whatshisname. You see, I've been screwed out of the Onslaught Title twice, and I'm kind of pissed about it. But no more! You see the mask I wear?
*The RNSFL nods*
Mr. E: It represents being a hero. Someone who rises up against seemingly impossible odds. It represents stepping out of one's comfort zone and taking the ultimate chance in order to gain inner peace and reward, and you see, that's what I'm doing. I'm a true hero - not like Concrete. I'm not the goofy kind of hero who thinks that being a hero is all about protecting others - no, I'm real about it. My heroism is nothing more than my own accomplishment, but I am proud to say that I will do it the right way. It starts this Wednesday against the Doctor. Bottom of the card? No problems. But there's only one way to go from there, and that is up.
RNSFJ: You've been getting quite a reaction from the fans lately. Will you use their momentum to help move you to the top?
Mr. E: I can't explain why the fans are cheering for me. Maybe it's because of my athletic ability. Maybe it's because they realize that I give 100% night in and night out. Maybe it's because they can connect with me - they know what it's like to work hard for something, only to have it taken away. My advice to the fans? Keep supporting me. You won't be let down. And in the meantime, read Psalm 37:4. "Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart." It's my favorite Biblical passage, and it carries me to this day. Now, I have some training to do. Excuse me.
*Mr. E walks away. Fade to black.*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:44:01 GMT -5
(Tytan and the rest of Valor are in the locker room having a meeting and doing all the things that factions do when they are not Wrestling.)
Ravenna: So Tytan what do you have to say about what Eco said in his last promo.
Tytan: I....missed it.
Evans: What? It was probably one of the longest promos in OOWF history. He told the whole story of how he became who he is now.
Wrath: It actually was rather good.
(Everyone looks over at Wrath.)
Wrath: What? I have brains too. There is more to me then what you see on the outside.
(Everyone continues to look at Wrath dumbfounded.)
Tytan: Bro, where did that come from?
Wrath: Hey, I can't be in character all the time. So you mean to tell me you actually missed it.
(Tytan acts like his phone is ringing. He gets up and starts to head to the door.)
Tytan: Sorry I got to take this.
(He heads out and Athena follows.)
Ravenna: He caught it.
Wrath: There's no doubt that he caught it and it actually got to him.
Evans: Man now Eco is messing with Tytan too.
Ravenna: The only thing is I don't think Eco is really trying to play head games with Tytan.
Evans: Heck he included you in that with him and Firewoman. The whole love thing.
Wrath: Yes, Eco has always been a little different.
***Meanwhile outside of the locker room***
Athena: Tytan wait?
(He stops)
Tytan: Do you think they bought it?
Athena: You were always one of the worse liars. So what's going on?
Tytan: I caught is promo and the worse part is I understood everything that he said.
Athena: What do you mean?
Tytan: I mean I understand what he is doing and that's why I am started Valor.
Athena: You need to explain yourself some more?
Tytan: I started Valor because no one was going to take Devils or whatever they are right now until there was someone for them to go against. You can't have darkness with out the light. So I gave him the light that helped bring them into existence.
Athena: So what are you saying then, you are just like him?
Tytan: No, I am not like him. Eco was the one that saw that I was going to break away from him a long time ago. He knew what was going on...and so did I. The only thing that I did was help bring those that are in the locker room together so we can destroy the darkness once and for all. Now, if you don' t mind I need to go for a drive.
Athena: Alright just be careful.
(Tytan leaves, and Athena watches.)
Athena: I don't like what's going on here.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:45:08 GMT -5
Poe is seated in the Lotus position. A large candle is in front of him. The camera is angled so that the flame is in his face from our vantage point. His eyes snap open.
Poe: Unity. Comradery. Equality. These were words spouted about at the beginning. They are obviously just words. Practice what you preach. Two of us are.
Poe closes his eyes. Selena then grabs the camera from the side and holds it to her face.
Sa-T: One little piggy's in the hospital. A second little piggy got hitched. Third little piggy is drinkin' a beer...
Poe: Being a little bitch?
Sa-T: Smile for the camera piggies.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 12:45:47 GMT -5
[The camera opens on Tyler Vangarde and Ecosystem sitting in a darkened room.]
Vangarde: Nice of you to join us, viewing audience. My name is Tyler Vangarde, and this is my accomplice, Junichiro Muyo.
Eco: Pleasure.
Vangarde: And we're here to give you your weekly dose of...heh, heh...salvation.
Eco: You see, people have spoken a lot recently about the direction we've...the direction I'VE taken. First we were EVIL. Then we were of the DEVIL. Now, we appear to be not one, but multiple DEVILS.
Vangarde: A stark contrast to the prior message of light and purity, no?
Eco: ...
[Both burst out laughing.]
Vangarde: The time has come for us to realise our true potential as a team. We lost last week, but like my own personal journey...whatever doesn't kill me, makes me STRONGER. I'm now armed with the Red Haze of Anger, ready to unleash it on whoever stands in my path. When blinded by rage and anger, the true nature of my opponents is unleashed. Uncontrollable. And as always, at their weakest.
Now, teaming with my own Personal Jesus...
[Ecosystem smacks Vangarde across the face, a snarl appearing on his own.]
Eco: I said to never refer to me by that again. Understood?
Vangarde: Fuck you, I'll call you what I want. You saved my soul, you deserve the mantle.
Eco: I think what my compatriot here is trying to say is that with our experience as former OOWF Tag Team Champions, the Red Haze of Anger, my own army of justified warriors and the will to succeed, nothing can stand in our way anymore.
Vangarde: And that is why the truth must be shown to the masses. You're welcome.
[Fade.]
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