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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:41:00 GMT -5
Firewoman walks into Alexander's hospital room and she is PISSED. Lucky is walking behind her with a notepad.
FW: And tell him I don't give a fuck about who's on the title, I want that fucking car.
L: Well, the motorcycle is yours, but the car was bought for both of you, and his name is on the title and he did pay for it so--
FW: I don't FUCKING care...you're the attorney, make it happen. Sue him for ... I dunno, breach of contract.
L: I.....I think that will be a little difficult, since it was you who....well, technically breached the contract.
FW: ....
L: ....
FW: ....
L: Plus, where are you going to put--
FW: JUST MAKE IT HAPPEN!
AD: Hey, guy just out of a coma, here.
FW: Oh.....sorry......
Lucky leaves, starting to dial his cell phone furiously.
AD: So, what did you two lovebirds talk about?
FW: Shut up, Alex.
AD: Oh, get over it, Fire. You will be back together by December and.......wait....you're really upset. What's up?
FW: I am not. I'm just pissed.
AD: Well, maybe, but underneath.
FW: There's nothing underneath, Alex. There's ... there's nothing. It's over. That's it. I just want my stuff....
AD: Wow.....I thought....well, there were no Ninja cams, so I figured you were working it out.
FW: No. Not even a last roll in the hay.
AD: Oh.......I --
FW: You had a busy afternoon.
AD: Yeah....um, about that.
FW: Hey, you know....whatever. Like you told her.....two weeks and you're free to do whatever, right?
AD: It's not like that, Fire...
FW: I don't care what it's like. None of my business.
AD: There's, you know, history, but I still don't know what it is you want.
FW: .....
AD: .....
FW: I need to go see, Moose. I'll be back later.
Fire leaves the room rather quickly.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:41:39 GMT -5
Firewoman passes by a table of surgical supplies on her way to Moose's room and sees something. She picks up her cell phone and places a very angry call in Japanese, and the Universal Translators on the INC aren't working. We can tell she's angry about something and making a demand. Then we can tell that demand is met. She says thank you, hangs up, and picks up something from the medical tray that looks like this:[/i]She walks back up to the guard at the door to Alexander's room. He looks up from his newspaper and then focuses right in on what she's holding in her hand, and fear sets in to his eyes.[/i] FW: Do you have a list of who is allowed in Mr. Darling's room? The guard nods, his eyes not leaving the bone-cutting forceps.FW: And Mr. Darling's last visitor...is she on this list? The guard shakes his head no, eyes on the forceps, fear growing.FW: Give me your hand. The guard drops his head and hesitates just a little too long.FW: Your shame is already great. You really want to add refusing the order of a superior? The guard barely shakes his head.FW: Give me your hand. You don't deserve to do it yourself. The guard raises his hand, shaking visibly. In one quick move, Fire grabs it, and jerks it to her roughly. She takes the forceps and quickly cuts the pinky finger at the first knuckle, almost like a pro. The guard cries out in pain and sinks to his knees, clutching his injured hand to his chest. Fire wraps the tip in a towel and roughly shoves it at him.FW: Go. Maybe Shinoda-san will have mercy on you. My mercy is quickly fading. The guard struggles to his feet, and takes off quickly down the hallway. In about 15 minutes, another guard appears.FW: You saw what happened? He nods.FW: Let's not have a repeat, or else your pinky will be the least of your concerns. Fire tosses the forceps to the floor near the pool of blood from her earlier 'surgery' and continues down the hall as orderlies scramble to clean up. She pauses at the intersection of halls, and briefly looks the direction where Alexander's last visitor went. She smiles slightly, if creepily, and then continues the opposite way toward Moose's room.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:42:10 GMT -5
[The Dead is relaxing in the DEVIL locker room. His Intercontinental Title is slung over his shoulder.]
Dead: Different week, same champ...
[Dead pats the belt and smirks.]
Dead: Another week of fending off "competitors" for my title. And I use that word lightly, because since I won this belt, no one has really been close to taking it. Every week someone is elevated up the card to face me, and every week I knock them back down to where they belong.
Dead: This week's lucky victim is Matt Folz. Enjoy your 15 minutes, Matt.
[The Dead smiles.]
Dead: Oh, and don't think I've forgotten about the second coming of Gay Spooky. He just gets a second helping of getting his ass beat. After I lay him out, he'll have all the time in the world to hang around women half his age who he's been stalking since middle school. So it should all work out for everyone.
[The Dead stands up and leans in to the camera.]
Dead: I am the Intercontinental Champion, and nothing can stop me. Not Poe, not Folz, no one. I am THE dominant force of DEVIL. THE dominant force of the OOWF. If anyone thinks otherwise, bring it. I fucking dare you.
[The Dead smirks one last time.]
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:43:33 GMT -5
A courier finds the Three Old Guys drinking at Bob’s Sake and Beer Bar.
AA: Hey, since when did we become “The Three OLD Guys”? I’m not old!
FFC: You’re older than either of us.
JA: Definitely older than me.
AA: Sure, but that doesn’t make me old. And are you guys forgetting that you’re being called “old” too?
FFC: Oh... yeah. That’s not cool.
JA: I think we might have a bigger problem other than just being old. Has anyone thought to ask why a voice-over guy is hanging out with us at Bob’s Sake and Beer Bar...
Bob: Thanks for the rub.
JA: No problem. Anyway, why’s Voice Over Guy here, and what’s with this goofy courier dude who just walked into the scene and is standing next to me?
Courier Dude: I have a registered letter from the OOWF for “The Three Old Guys.” Which one of you is that?
FFC and JA (pointing to AA): Him!
AA: Hey!
FFC: Well, at least we’re not ripping on your weight.
AA: You have no room to talk about your weight.
FFC turns around and sulks.
JA: Now look, you hurt his feelings. That was cool! (AA and JA high five.)
FFC: I don’t love you guys.
Courier Dude: Is anyone going to sign for this letter?
AA: Give me that! (Ripping it from Courier Dude’s hands, AA begins reading the letter.) Dear Three Old Guys: The attorney firm of Vinnie, Vito and Carmen…
JA: They have Italian attorneys now?
AA: …formally invite yous guys to the ring for this Wednesday’s Midweek Mayhem in Aokigahara Forrest, Japan (cheap pop!).
JA: How’d they do that?
AA (continues reading): Yous guys are being given the opportunity to get in the ring with the tag team champs, Nothing Happened, with a shot at the OOWF tag team titles. And we’re even letting yous guys wrestle Freebird Style, so even that flat slop Capslock can be at ringside.
JA: It really says that?
AA: Right here.
FFC: Come on! Seriously?
AA: Serious.
FFC: I do not love those guys.
AA (continues reading): And if yous guys don’t show up, we’re gonna whack you like we did Playboy Buddy Rose. Yous think he really died of natural causes?
JA: So we’re being forced to wrestle for the tag team championships. When was the last time we wrestled?
AA: Got me. Do you even know who Nothing Happened is?
JA: Not a clue.
FFC: Geez, don’t you guys ever read OOWF anymore? It’s Davin Moreland and, well, I don’t know. Some chic, I think. That’s all I got from his promo. Though Davin apparently talks about Davin in the third person a lot now.
AA: I don’t get it. We didn’t ask for this. We didn’t have to come back crawling on our hands and knees. Yet we’re on the card. It’s not like we can sneak attack anyone. This makes no sense. Is Moose even using Wrestling Angles 101 anymore?
JA: Wow, you’re already outing the bookerman?
AA: Top form! Five-star promo! Can’t fire me! I’m not even hired! WHOOO!!!!!!!
FFC: Crap, AA’s already fired up for this. Really? I don’t want to wrestle anymore. I just came here to drink and screw with people. So who is Davin feuding with? Can we just get someone to do a run-in?
AA (on the bar, ripping off his jacket, blading and elbow dropping a beer bottle): Five-star promos! All week long! PROMOTIFICATING!!!!
JA: Somebody stop him, please.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:45:03 GMT -5
*Samantha, Davin and Alexis are watching OOWF-TV*
SDM: So Davin, who ARE you feuding with?
LD: Yeah, who are you...or we...or whatever...feuding with?
DM: We are feuding with the Three Old Guys.
SDM: Why?
DM: Cause we're scheduled against them?
LD: That doesn't mean we're feuding.
DM: No, it doesn't. What means we're feuding is the fact that they can't be bothered to read any backstory before having diarrhea of the promo. I ditched the 3rd person gimmick like 6 months ago.
SDM: Maybe they just don't care about your gimmicks?
DM: Maybe they don't. And maybe the booker is so in love with the Chickenshit Heels from 3 years ago that he's gonna have them win. I don't care about that. What I do care about is getting my hands on those scumbags. You can run. You can hide. You can Chickenshit your way to a count out, but at least one of you will...
LD: Feel the bang?
DM: That.
SDM: Are you SURE he doesn't care that you steal that?
DM: It's not like I steal it all the time.
SDM: Still.
DM: I don't think he has much chance to use it during his yoga classes.
LD: If nothing else, we'll expose them for being old, slow, fat has-beens. We aren't champs by accident.
SDM: No. You're a Darling, and Davin? The first 6-Pack Champion? The fastest ever to become Grand Slam Champion? The greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots?
DM: You're in for a long night, guys. You might want to lay off the booze before the match. You don't want to be hungover for this one.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:46:05 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is reading the match sheet outside theRick's office. Jewel is with him, but is visibly bored as she looks at her really long fingernails.
J-PS: I don't get dis shit.
Jewel: Wuswrong baby?
J-PS: I faced Cowpoker Chad last week. Why do I have to face him again?
Jewel: Maybe you'll beat 'im this time.
J-P stares at Jewel.
Jewel: Sorry baby, but you didn't win. Das whut we CAME here for.
J-PS: Fine, fine, I'll beat all three a these clowns. Cowpoker Chad, Learnin' Disibility Williams, and the giant oompaloompa, Stan Full Ton.
Jewel: Dat's right baby.
J-PS: Know what's funny?
Jewel: Ravenna Blue's wardrobe?
They both laugh.
J-PS: Besides dat, besides dat.
Jewel: Tell me baby.
J-PS: I gots three opponents.
Jewel: Yeah...AND?
J-PS: Not one of them is that pussy boy Alexander F. Darling. Dat dude is STILL duckin' me.
J-P finally spots the camera behind him.
J-PS: Darling...I'magitcha. KnowwhatI'msayin'?
J-P steps back from the camera and starts to walk off.
J-P: FOO.
Jewel gives The Hand to the camera as we *fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:46:59 GMT -5
Just after JP Sparxx's promo, the camera fading back in to see him walking down the Hallway of Random Encounters, hearing sarcastic clapping behind him. Turning to see Matt Folz standing there.
MF: Nice promo rook.
JP: Can I help you with something my man? My time is valuable, don't have time to waste.
MF: Just wanted to introduce myself, Matt Folz, welcome to the OOWF.
JP: Right, right, the mercanary?
Folz nods.
Jewel: We don't need you, my man can take care of his bidness without any help. Ain't that right baby?
JP: Damn straight, so why don't you go look for losers who might actually need your help somewhere else, we don't need you.
MF: You misunderstand me, I was merely introducing myself, I'm not soliciting a job.
Folz extends his hand to Jewel, who shakes it without incident. Folz then turns and extends his hand to JP. JP goes to shake it as Folz suddenly pulls him in to an overhead belly to belly suplex.
MF: Boy, you really aren't too bright, are you? (Laying hard kicks into JP's ribs as Jewel screams and then leaves to find someone to help)
MF (now locking on an STF, a real, good one, not Cena's shitty shitty SHITTY version): Now, as I was saying. I'm not looking for someone to hire me, Someone already has. And he has asked me to pass on a message to you, and I quote: "Sorry I haven't time to answer your challenge yet, considering I was Fucking UNCONCIOUS. Rest assured when I fully recover you will get your asskicking in due time. You are out of your league because..."
Folz pauses, takes a deep breath as though he dosen't want to say the next part.
MF: "I'm Alexander Darling and you're just not"
Folz relases the hold and walks away, as the camera Fades
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:48:34 GMT -5
DVD walk out of a backroom of the Destroyatorium and takes a seat at the bar next to Outback Jack. He motions for the bartender to pour him a bourbon, and then looks over to Jack.
DVD: You and Stank are in a streetfight this week, it's gonna be bloody.
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for yup.
DVD: I just want to let you know that me and the big guy will be just backstage watching your back.
OBJ: I can handle Stank on my own.
DVD: I don't doubt you can, but I've seen Moosehead Jack say he wants to help Stank destroy D&D, I'm not taking that lightly. You handle Stank, and if any other member of the Five shows up, we will be there in seconds.
OBJ: I appreciate that mate, but don't overlook your own match. Why don't you go check on the big guy. (Jack motions towards the back room.)
DVD nods and heads towards the back. He enters the backroom and we see Danny Taylor studying tapes of Firewomans match with Stan Fulton.
DVD: Still studying tapes I see.
DDT pauses the tape and nods to his friend.
DVD: I know this is a huge opportunity for you, but there is something I need to tell you.
DDT motions for him to continue.
DVD: When you first wanted to come here, I wasn't sure it was a good move.
DDT looks slightly hurt.
DVD: We were making good money doing the MMA thing, and I wasn't sure this was gonna really be a challenge for you. After everything that has happened with the Five and especially Stank, I've seen a side of you I forgot about.
DDT raises his eyebrows in question.
DVD: The loyalty you can show to friends. The way you've rushed to the aid of Jack, and Spin and even wally and the young dames. Most importantly the way you stood bye me even when my mouth get's me into trouble. (slight pause) I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know this is the biggest match of your career so far, but no matter what happens win or lose, I'm proud of you.
DDT smiles and holds out a fist. DVD smiles back and does the knucklebumb of respect.
DVD: OK, now that all that sappy stuff is out of the way, let's get back to buisness.
DDT nods in agreement and restarts the video as the camera fades.
[Edited on 8-24-2010 by CreativeInternetAliass]
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:49:06 GMT -5
Firewoman finally arrives at Moose's room.
FW: Heya Bro.
MHJ: Heya Sis.
FW: When they springing you?
MHJ: I have no idea what their time line is. I'm outta here as soon as I can think about it. How was your meeting?
FW: About like I thought. Blames me for everything. Can't possibly comprehend how I could do such a thing, even though none of that was anything I wanted, and I told him that over and over again. You know. All good stuff.
MHJ: So.....
FW: Don't pretend to care. You didn't like him.
MHJ: That's before I knew that Darling was your other option.
FW: Yeah well....
MHJ: So who's your opponent next week?
FW: I dunno.....oh...Danny Taylor....who the hell is that?
MHJ: Really? He's in the new Drink and Destroy.... you superkicked his manager with Ravenna and Alexis when they first came on because he called you "broads."
FW: Oh yeah......oh, he goes by DDT...like the belt.
MHJ: Yeah, him.
FW: So what, just a regular match?
MHJ: No, title. Are you back to not paying attention to the run sheet?
FW: Lucky's been preoccupied with some...other issues. What the hell makes him think he's even EARNED the right to get a title shot?
MHJ: Oh yeah....look, if you need a place to put the bike--
FW: And the car.
MHJ: Um.....well, I have one.
FW: You do? Since when?
MHJ: We do get paid.....what do you do with your money?
FW: I --
Firewoman's interrupted as Lucky comes in.
FW: Well?
L: You can have the car --
FW: YES! FUCKING YES!
MHJ: Hey, this is a hospital!
L: -- if you can pay him for your half of it.
FW: What? I don't have that kind of money!
L: Well, technically you do....
FW: Huh?
MHJ: Shut up Lucky.
L: You are married to a wealthy guy.
FW: Oh.........I am............hm......
MHJ: Do NOT do it.
L: I'm outta here....
FW: Let's think about this Moose.
MHJ: If you do I will burn that car to the ground.
FW: Moose!
MHJ: I'm serious. It's already taking every ounce of my will power to not drag myself out of this bed and down the hall to wring his neck anyway. You don't need anything from him, you certainly don't need the money and--
FW: It's a fucking expensive car, Moose, even only at half price--
MHJ: AND YOU DON'T NEED A CAR THAT COSTS MORE THAN THE GROSS NATIONAL PRODUCT OF CHILE!
FW: Chile?
MHJ: The POINT is you will be out of this in a little over a week. You don't need to be indebted to him for anything.
FW: But it's a really sweet car.
Moose pulls himself up and gets out of the bed until he's standing face to face with Fire.
MHJ: I'm only going to tell you this one time. You don't need any thing from them. They are not like us. They will use you for their amusement until they are done with you and then they will leave you high and dry. Because that's what they do. So you just get out of this whole stupid situation as soon as you can and....what?
Moose realizes that as he talks he has backed Fire across the room and against the wall, where she is blinking and looks like she's ready to avoid getting hit, but not by fighting back, but by cowering.
MHJ: What? What's wrong?
FW: You.....you sounded like him.....like....your father.
MHJ: What? No...don't be ridiculous.
FW: No...I'm ....I've got to go.....practice for my match. I'll be headed for the airport.
Fire leaves the room, and Moose sits back down on his bed, looking a little confused about what had just happened.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:49:52 GMT -5
[Scene opens on Tyler Vangarde sitting at some dive bar, aggressive punk music in the background. Ecosystem wanders in.]
Eco: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Tyler: Remaining vigilant to the reason I'm here.
Eco: And how does being unnecessarily violent towards your comrades help in this?
Tyler: Eric's a man of unneccessary waste. Of money, fame and fortune. He has more vices to correct and fallings to be made aware of than anyone else. Why should I be hypocritical towards my cause because you think he's appropriate for the mission?
Eco: You raise some fair points, but you're failing to see the bigger picture. You're my soldier. Can you not, after all I've done for you, trust me to point us in the right direction?
Tyler: Not if it involves that Eric fuck.
Eco: Well then, I'll have to let you be. The door's open if you want to return.
[Fade.]
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:50:43 GMT -5
Moose's phone rings in his hospital room. He checks the caller ID.
MHJ: Yeah, sis.
FW: Hey, I forgot the reason I stopped by...
MHJ: NOT to check on me?
FW: The other reason
MHJ: Oh yeah...how's things going in The Chamber
FW: About as you'd expect.
MHJ: Everyone doing what they're supposed to do?
FW: Yeah....everyone's playing along at least. It's kinda tense though.
MHJ: How tense?
FW: Tense tense.
MHJ: Hmmm...and you and Poe playing nice?
FW: Define "nice."
MHJ: Fire...
FW: We're both still alive. That's as good as it gets.
MHJ: Great...
FW: I don't want you to rush your recovery, but....yeah, the sooner you get back I think the better it will be.
MHJ: That bad?
FW: Not yet...but it could be. Okay, gotta go. We're landing.
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:51:29 GMT -5
COLD OPEN on the OOWF Hallway of Random Encounters™. On the floor of said hallway appears to be the bruised and battered body of JP Sparxx. There is no sign of his valet, Jewel, who presumably is off getting help.
A large shadow appears over JP Sparxx’s body and the camera pans up to see The Crusher Stan Fulton carrying his proverbial axe handle.
F: “My my my. Look at what we have here. Let me help you.”
Fulton helps Sparxx to his feet, but is shoved off immediately.
S: “I don’t need your help, tubby. I’m J-P Sparxx.”
F: “Oh I know who you are. I keep up on OOWF-TV®.”
Fulton turns to leave and Sparxx starts to move forward, his mouth opening up for another one of his witty rejoinders.
Before he can speak however, Fulton, belying his girth, moves very quickly, spinning around, his axe handle in both hands nearly brushing the floor and coming up in a beautiful Ja Oo-Lee-o BaeGee (left upward cut) to the side of Sparxx’s head.
Sparxx is spun around as Fulton completes a 360º one handed Hang Dan BaeGee (lateral cut) to Sparxx’s solar plexus causing Sparxx to crumple back to the floor. Fulton “sheathes” his axe handle and bows to Sparxx’s unconscious form.
F: “Feel free to continue to make fun of my weight, lil’ one. I do enjoy practicing the sword arts and that will give me another reason. You might be the only thing that would get your three opponents this week to unite.
“And I don’t care if you get in the way between me and LD Williams.”
Jewel comes racing back into the hallway trailed by a couple of EMTs. She skids to a stop as she sees Fulton.
F: “Ma’am. Your... friend here will require a few stitches in the forehead above the right eye and some tape for injured ribs, the 7th and 8th I’d guess, also on the right side. Plus whatever injuries he sustained from the earlier encounter with Matt Folz.
Fulton turns away and proceeds down the hallway. His voice can be heard before he turns the corner.
F: “Might be the first time I’ve ever appreciated Folz’s work. Hmm...”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:52:17 GMT -5
(Tytan, Athena, and Wrath make their way to the ring. Tytan takes the mic among the cheers.)
Tytan: Well it seems that Valor has done some good around here in the past couple of weeks. What do you think should we remind some people about this.
(He looks to Athena and Wrath and they both tell him to go for it.)
All right let's roll the tape.
***** co stands over her and looks down, over to a furious Alexander, then back up to Fulton.
Eco: Do it again.
Suddenly, two people break through the audience. It's Valor! Valor is back! Wrath jumps in the ring and knocks Eco down hard, raining down punches on his former mentor. Tytan scoops Fire out of the flames before any damage can be done. Fulton moves toward Tytan, but Tytan spears him down before he can jump at Fire.
At that moment, the Five show up—clearly there is a broken forklift lying somewhere—or at least those there, LD, Stank and Moosehead Jack! Jack is furious, and starts charging toward DEVIL, knocking down anyone who comes at him. LD and Fulton begin brawling quickly, Stank starts trading shots with Vangarde, and Moose snatches Eco from Wrath and begins to choke him out—when someone bumps into him from behind, Alexander Darling!
Everyone notices Moose and Alexander face to face, which causes a pause. DEVILS takes the opportunity to bail as Moose suddenly lashes out at Alexander, almost seeming to believe he is responsible. A couple excitable fans in the front jump the guardrail into the large group, and at this the Japanese security pours in to separate everyone as Alexander and Moose brawl to the outside. Alone in the ring is Tytan helping up Fire, who immediately pulls away and starts screaming at her brother and husband. Moose and Alex dive at each other one last time, but security holds them back and push them away and escort Moose and Alex to the back, both men seething with rage.
****
Tytan: Well what do you know Tytan saved his old enemies butt. The thing is did I ever hear a Thank you or anything of the sort.
(The crowd cheers No and Boos!)
Tytan: Firewoman I showed you respect all I would expect from you was a little bit of respect in return.
Oh yeah and should we not forget this one also.....
Roll the tape boys.
****
Eco: Such a pretty little present you gave me, Fire. (He drops it on her back.) Honestly, looks just like me when I forget to shave in the morning. But I think I’d like to borrow a better fashion accessory.
Ecosystem picks up Firewoman’s World Title Belt and puts it on his own shoulders, as Stan Fulton puts the Onslaught Title on his own and The Dead puts the Intercontinental Title back on his opposite.
Eco: Picturesque, isn’t it? (noticing the handcuffed members of the Five forcing their way up) Boys, why don’t you go on and finish the job—
--Suddenly, Tytan and Wrath come running down the ramp, followed closely by Ravenna Blue and Chris Evans! It’s Valor! Valor is down to make the save! Bryce Larson immediately goes after Evans, but is met with a Wrath choke slam! Ravenna begins pounding away on Eric O’Mac, but The Dead kicks her off before he and Wrath start laying into each other! Tytan Lou Thesz presses Eco off the top and pounds away, dropping Vangarde with a headbutt as he nears! Ravenna then goes to work freeing the handcuffs of the Five—Eco buys cheap pairs—but then Poe pushes Ravenna off and takes a swing at her!
This prompts LD to start yelling at Poe, with argumentation and pushing then being prompted among the members of Valor and the Five in the ring as DEVILS hightails it to the top of the ramp. Before they run off, Tytan grabs the World Title away from Ecosystem, standing in the ring with it. He stares down at it for a moment as Fire comes to take it from him. Fire and Tytan stare each other down, and as Fire goes to take the belt, Tytan unconsciously holds it back for a second, prompting Fire to react angrily before he lets it go. Security begins to pour in about seven minutes too late to prevent another explosion in the ring as the DEVILS stare back at Valor and The Five, holding their own titles aloft as we fade…
*****
Tytan: (To the other members of Valor) Well what do you know we do some pretty good work. We saved the day again.
And once again. Not even the slightest thank you.
We help get the numbers even and cause The Devils to run and Eco goes back to the locker room a loser once again.
So that comes down to where we stand now....
It seems we are stuck watching another episode of "As the Quinn turns" or what ever cute little soap opera name you want to call it. I'm sorry but I am not here for the melo-drama bullshit. I am here to wrestle, and these people deserve a focused champion and not some one that has as much Family baggage as you do.
But don't forget Eco I am not even close to being done with you. Valor fights Devils and it seems like you are down a man. Tyler finally woke up to the games you are playing. Feel free to find someone to replace him. We are still going to beat you in the ring.
Firewoman, this little talk tonight was to let you know. You have a target on your back. Try to not let it get any bigger then it is, it's not going to do your health any good, and it may save you some on the medical bills.
(Valor's music plays and they all begin to pose to the cheers.)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:53:03 GMT -5
*Hospital Room*
Alexander is just getting off the phone...
Alexander: I never told you to do that. Now he's going...
*Screen morphs to see the other side of the conversation*
Folz: Are you seriously yelling at me because...
Alexander: No, but I didn't want him to have any excuses once I got back.
Hayden: Ask him how he's doing....come on, ask him.
Folz glares at Hayden
Folz: I don't care how he is.
Alexander: You do realize I can hear you, right?
Folz: And your point...
Alexander: Oh what the fuck is this...
Folz: What now?
Alexander: Now Fulton's attacking him...god damn it. He's just going to be an ass and blame me for this.
Folz: Whatever...Hayden wants to know how you are?
Alexander: I'm getting better. Should be back on the road this weekend.
Folz: Can I go now?
Alexander: Whatever...one more thing though, just so I don't come across like a total ass.
Folz: Too late.
Alexander: Anyway, nice use of the catchphrase. I did like that.
Folz: Whatever.
*Screen fades back to just Alexander as Matt Folz hangs up*
Darling looks around the room and notices where the ninja cam is and he focuses on it...
Alexander: Mr. Sparxx, it seems as if you're making quite an impression on this company, but I want you to be aware of one thing and you'll figure this out in due time, no one calls out Alexander Darling and comes away from it without being a changed man. You can claim I'm ducking you but you'll learn Alexander Darling ducks no one. There's a man in this hospital right now that's been calling me out my entire career and I've never ever ducked him and "trust me" when I say he scares me a whole hell of a lot more than you ever could.
So you come into this company riding high with your little slut on your arm and you think you're going to make your name on me. I just got off the phone a little while ago with our dumbass of a general manager and you get your wish. This Sunday, the OOWF is back on PPV and Alexander Darling is back in the ring and I get to end this little idea you have that you're going to be a star. That's right Sparky, you get your wish this Sunday...you get Alexander Darling. Prove you can handle it and I may just care about who you are come Monday.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:53:35 GMT -5
*Fade in* to Bryce Larson, sitting under one small light, just like we've seen him before. He rises, looks at the camera to cut his promo.
Bryce Larson: Guilty. That's the verdict. What's the case? The State vs. Bryce Larson.
Highlights of Bryce fighting Chris Evans are shown.
BL: I'm 100% guilty. Not of losing sight of the greater mission like Tyler. Not of singling myself out like Eric O'Mac or Stan Fulton. No. Those men are making conscious decisions, and I am in no question to question them right now. For I may not be guilty of the same transgressions of those man, I am guilty.
Highlights of Bryce teaming with Evans are shown, followed by Evans' interference in Bryce's match against Matt Folz last Wednesday.
BL: Guilty. The State vs. Bryce Larson. The state? The State of Obsession. It's true. I'm obsessed with Chris Evans. To an unhealthy level. I've said it before Chris, I've applied one simple rule to you. Either you're with us...or you're no longer with us.
More highlights of Bryce fighting Evans are shown, selectively each one shows Bryce coming out on top.
BL: Sure, I've gotten the better of you on several occasions. But I haven't gotten the job done. You're still with us. But Chris, I've got a job to do. I've committed myself to a cause that some people within my own stead are questioning, or veering away from. For their own insignificant personal reasons, Chris, they're going astray.
Highlights from the one-on-one 60-minute draw are shown, followed by their last one-on-one no-contest.
BL: I'm no better than them, Chris. But I have a SOLUTION. To get myself back on the right path, to work towards the greatest good. To restore everything that is sacred in the OOWF, I need to rid my self...of you. People may think I should just move on. Go about my business and let you go about yours. Maybe we can settle this in a civilized manner and co-exist. Others do it. Hell, many of them go on to team up.
Highlights of Evans' last backstage altercation with Bryce are shown.
BL: No. Not this man. For I want to become a man who sees things through, Chris. The mission that Eco started? That's a mission that I want to see completed. You are in my way. Personally, you can't stop us. But your existence in the OOWF stands in my way. Call it a mental block, call it a lack of focus on my part, call it whatever you want. It's THERE AND I NEED TO END IT!
So tonight it ends. In my mind, there is no 8-person tag. Just you and me, Chris. Because tonight I put this to an end. Tonight...I move on to bigger and better things. Tonight...I finish this. That's why, in the story of our feud, tonight's chapter will FOREVER BE TITLED...
The end.
*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:54:43 GMT -5
Firewoman is sitting at Ric's Sandwich Shoppe, and appears to be deep in conversation with none other than Chad Madison? So deep in conversation in fact, she does not notice LD Williams approaching.
LDW: Am I interrupting?
FW: Yes.
CM: No. We're done.
FW: Yeah, pretty much. Thanks, Chad.
CM: Don't mention it. Evening, ma'am.
Chad tips the hat he isn't wearing, and leaves. LD sits down, eying Fire carefully.
FW: What?
LDW: Don't you have enough trouble in your personal life?
FW: What? Oh, don't be ridiculous, it's not like that.
LDW: Uh huh...
FW: Seriously. He had some ideas about my opponent tonight.
LDW: Oh...
FW: Yeah, so you don't need to be jealous.
LDW: What?? Don't be silly.
FW: I know......so....
LDW: So you ready?
FW: Are you kidding? I am a member of The Five[/color], the most dominant stable of wrestlers to ever come together. And do you know why we're that dominant, LD?
LDW: Well, I do...but I love it when you tell me.
FW: We're dominant because we are together by choice. We know we have that one characteristic in common that unites us, our refusal to back down, our continuing drive to be on top. That is why we are The Five[/color], and the rest of the company, well, they're just not.[/i][/b]
LDW: What, do you get to use that now?
FW: I guess. Community property and all that.
LDW: Huh.
FW: Now, Danny Taylor has been here all of what, five minutes? And already he has a title shot? I will never understand the booking decisions here. It used to be you had to be here a while to even THINK about a World Championship title shot. But no, just go and align yourself with the fading glory of what was once the great Drink and Destroy, and you get one? Well, good luck to you, rook. Don't make the mistake Crusher did last week. Don't take your eyes off the prize. Don't blink. Blink and you're done. See, that's the difference between the old Drink and Destroy and this new, pale reflection. If this was old Drink and Destroy, I'd be seriously worried. But this new version? Well, they just don't measure up[/b].
LDW: Uh huh....
FW: He said I could.
LDW: You're getting kind of ranty here. Do you need to have your meds checked?
FW: I haven't taken those for months, LD. All I'm saying is game recognizes game, and Danny, you lookin' kinda unfamiliar right now. If you know what's good for you, you'll fear us.
LDW: Okay, that's enough of that.
FW: Oh, I have a million more. Trust me.[/b]
LDW: This really isn't sparkling with me, Fire.[/b]
FW: Cockle doodle do, mother fucker![/b]
LDW: I don't think he uses that one anymore.
FW: Ha![/b] *Firewoman practically collapses in laughter*
LDW: Okay, let's get you back to The Chamber[/color].
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:55:19 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams drops Fire off at Chamber V and heads back to Ric’s when SFJ#5 approaches.**
SFJ#5: “You’ve had words with both J-P Sparxx and Chad Madison, but you’ve yet to say anything to Onslaught Champion Stan Fulton about your match this week. Care to explain?”
LDW: “I saved Fulton for last because he’s special. Stan, normally I would advise against overlooking someone with Chad Madison’s record and talent, but that’s exactly what I’m telling you to do. Forget about Chad Madison. Forget about J-P Sparxx. Forget about the Onslaught Title, Focus on survival.
I handed you that title on a silver platter to make a point - This isn’t about gold. If I want the belt back, I’ll take it. But not from you - you won’t have it long enough. This week Stan, the lesson continues. I’m not going to end your career or put you on the shelf. No. This is for the long haul. When I’m through with you you’ll forget Matt Folz exists. You’ll forget about titles, and Eco, and E-DEVILS, or whatever you call yourselves. All you’ll have left…is fear.
You won’t enjoy the pain, Stan, but you will Fear Me.”
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:55:46 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is backstage getting treated by a Japanese nurse. He's holding an ice pack to his ribs as a cut on his forehead is getting treated. He flinches from the sting of whatever she's using.
J-PS: Dayum beeyach, that stings.
Jewel: Gimme dat!
Jewel takes the cloth and "stuff" from the nurse and does it herself.
J-PS: Dat don' feel no better baby.
Jewel: Shut up and suck it up.
J-P notices the camera. He looks straight into it.
J-PS: Ha ha ha, you fuckers got me. Big bad clique of OOWF old timers had to make their point. The new guy runs his mouth. Well, ya know what? Too damn bad bitches. I'm gonna keep runnin' my mouth 'cuz dat's what I do, knowwhatI'msayin'? But'cha know what? I back it up. You three clowns will see that tonight.
Jewel: Kick their asses baby.
J-PS: (mockingly) Aw, big bad Stan Fulton didn't like being called a giant oompaloompa. A'ight, that was mean. I get that. Tell ya what, big boy? How 'bout I call ya somethin' positive? How 'bout I call you "Goodyear"?
Jewel: "Goodyear"? How da hell did you come up wit "Goodyear"?
J-PS: Like the blimp.
Jewel laughs really hard.
J-PS: A'ight, seriously tho, I ain't worried 'bout you clowns. I'll deal wit you and move on. There's one clown I am concerned wit. Dat's Alexander F. Darling.
Jewel: You li'l shit...
J-PS: Ya see Darling, in some sick way, I kinda look up to you. You came in hard, runnin' your mouth, kinda like me. But ya see, Pussy Boy, that's where we differ...
J-P gets a serious look on his face.
J-PS: I was gonna use to get myself over. I was gonna make an example of you. Dat's all. Then i was gonna move on to the next joker. But then...then, you had to go do what ya did, punk.
J-P spits. There's a little visible blood in it.
J-PS: Not only did you hire a goon to attack me... we all know you're cared a me, son. There's nothin' to be ashamed of at dat. But then, then ya had to go and insult my girl.
Jewel: I will SMACK da taste out ya mouth boy!
J-PS: Goin' after ma girl is just triflin'. I resort to namecallin'. It's fun, knowwhatI'msayin'? But I stick to the clowns I'm facin'. Leave da bitches out of it. Dat's no class, son. and NO ONE, and I damn well mean NO ONE, insults my girl like dat and gets away with it, knowwhatI'msayin'? You're Alexander Darling and I'm not. Well damn straight. I gots more class in my pinky toe than you do, foo.
Jewel: Yeah, fucker.
J-PS: So now, I'm gonna do the worst thing I know how to you. Ol' MooseJuice Jack tried to end your career, hell, your life dawg. But you keep comin'. I kinda respect dat. I ain't gonna injure ya. You won't learn nuthin'. Me, The Spark, J-P Sparxx, is gonna EMBARRASS you. HUMILIATE you. Make you go run home to mama, and based on your fam, I can imagine whut dat's like.
J-P takes Jewel's hand and stops her from treating his cut. He gets off the medical bench and tosses the ice pack to the side.
J-PS: Cya Sunday, you punk ass bitch. Later, you can tell me how many lights are in the arena ceilin'. KnowwhatI'msayin'?
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:56:18 GMT -5
JP finishes his promo and Jewel continues to work on his injuries. Suddenly he looks up when he hears a yell.
Unknown person: JP!
JP looks up and gets NAILED IN THE FACE WITH A 2x4! JP falls to the floor, writhing in pain. The camera pans out to show Bryce Larson. He points the 2x4 at Jewel, who runs off to get help.
BL: Goodyear? Listen, I don't have a lifetime of history of friendship with Stan Fulton. Hell, we haven't really spoken that much. But he & I are in for the same cause, on the same team. You fuck with my teammate, you fuck with me. We need more of this in our group, and I'm setting the example!
Bryce tosses the 2X4 onto the nearly unconscious JP.
BL: Consider yourself an example, "foo." KnowwhatI'msayin'!
*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:56:52 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland walks down the hallway, and seems to have that oblivious-to-the-outside-world look as he walks past the doorway of JP Sparxx' locker room. He sees Jewel tending to his wounds, so he leans against the door jamb and knocks on the door before pushing it open*
JP-S: Man, who is it? Aw...you here to finish the job or somethin?
DM: Nah. Just thought I'd look in on you and see how you're doing. You all right?
JP-S: Yeah, I'm a'ight.
DM: *looks at Jewel* He all right?
J: Yeah, he'll be a'ight.
DM: Ok. If it were me I wouldn't bother with the bandages until after tonight. That's what I used to do anyway.
JP-S: You used to talk to a pole.
DM: It's called a "gimmick". It helped get me over. You have a good gimmick too.
JP-S: What gimmick, man? This be real life, yo.
DM: Yeah. Anyway, good luck tonight. Oh, one more thing, you know Alexander has been confined to a hospital bed, right?
JP-S: Yeah, I know that. So what? He still a pussy-ass motherfucker.
DM: That's what I hoped you'd say. Calling people out who can't respond is solid strategy.
JP-S: Well...it doesn't feel dat solid.
DM: Nah, trust me kid. You've made a name for yourself in a short time. That's good. Now, the trick is backing it up in the ring. Hell, you're as good as that Tubby McFatsalot guy. And if you're gonna call people out, you might as well start with the last World Champ who's been put in a hospital bed. My brother-in-law is many things, but stupid is not one of them. He knows what you're doing. I know what you're doing. He followed my example coming into the OOWF. You're following his. It's not the easiest road, but I can tell you, as the fastest man to ever achieve the Grand Slam...it's the quickest.
JP-S: You done ol' man?
DM: *smirks* Yeah. I'm done. Just remember, haters gotta hate, and the OOWF is full of haters - most of them in high places. Good luck, kid.
*JP Sparxx goes back to tending to his wounds as Davin walks down the hallway.*
DM: Heels? Capslock? Win or lose tonight, I'm taking all 3 of you out so you can't bother us ever again. The legends of The Chickenshit Heels and FF Capslock McCappington III should have ended the day you retired. This Brett Favre shit pisses me off, and unlike ESPN, I'm not here to kiss your ass. Me and Lexie are gonna make you wish you 3 tubs of goo stayed retired. Cock a doodle doo, motherfucker!
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:57:29 GMT -5
<Cold open to Ravenna in her corner of the Valor locker room, her water feature trickling softly in the background as she stares in the mirror. She notices the reflection of NC#26 and turns to speak to him.>
RB: So, finally and officially, Valor gets to go up against the ever growing rag tag band known as Devils, or E-Devils or Veileds or whatever. And though they are all one big hive mind, we all know who pulls the strings.
Let me put this to you straight, Eco. No one is fooled by your one for all and all for one motto. You can't *not* be in the spotlight, my friend. I get that, I understand you better than you'd think. But don't mistake my understanding for complacency. You and your newest lackey, Eric owe me a belt. And if I must, I will wrestle all the Devils to dust...I will.
Eric and Eco, I will see you there, tonight. Let's hope you wrestle clean and we will see who is worthy this week. I'm waiting...this is both good and bad. Good night boys.
<fade out>
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:58:00 GMT -5
*Fade back in* as Ravenna Blue is finishing up her promo.
RB: How was that? Good?
NC#26: Great, I really liked it. I'm sure if came off great.
RB: Excellent, I'm glad you liked it. [Looks to OOWF make-up girl.] Good job to you too, girl!
OOWFMU-G: Thanks Rav.
Everyone packs up and opens the door to leave. Bryce Larson enters with a 2x4 and swings at Ravenna's face! She ducks just in time.
BL: What? Afraid to take one to the money maker?
RB: What the hell is your problem? Save it for tonight!
BL: Tonight? How 'bout right now!
Bryce takes another swing, and Ravenna ducks again. Bryce comes back around and tries to take out her legs, but she jumps up so he misses again! This time he swings to the midsection, and Ravenna is frozen in place, then goes down cluching her midsection. Bryce tosses the 2x4 down on top of her.
BL: All for one and one for all. You talk shit about my crew, you talk shit about me.
Bryce picks up the 2x4.
BL: Oh yeah, say "Hi" to Chris for me.
Bryce levels her across the back, then between the shoulder blades when security arrives. Bryce leaves as they tend to Ravenna and we *fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:58:36 GMT -5
Firewoman is watching OOWF-TV as Lucky is running down dos and don'ts for her match tonight.
L: Are you even listening?
FW: Yeah. Big dude. Go for the knees. Got it.
Firewoman becomes fixated on the happenings on the screen.
L: What are you watching? Oh...yeah...pre match tension I guess. So anyway....where are you going?
Firewoman stands and leaves the locker room, as if she's not really paying attention. She walks through the Hallway of Random Encounters, and runs into Davin Moreland.
FW: Hey Davin.
DM: Hey Fire.
They both turn and head in the same direction, as if pulled by some unseen power. They run into Larson, with his 2x4 over his head.
BBL: Hey guys. This is a thing, right?
FW: 2x4 eh?
DM: How very Hacksaw of you.
BBL: Look, I've got no heat with either of you?
FW: Really? You didn't say such nice things about me on your return. I've been a little distracted so haven't been able to get with you about your negative attitude towards me, after I took you under my wing, tried to get you into not one but TWO powerful stables. In fact, I find your comments to be pretty damn ungrateful. Don't you Davin?
DM: There's a definite lack of gratitude, Fire. You are correct.
FW: You know what else there's a lack of? Respect..
Larson holds his 2x4 like a bat as Davin and Fire both separate to divide his focus.
BBL: Why should I respect either of you?
FW: Why should he respect us, Davin?
DM: Why, indeed. You know, my cousin here....many people don't know this, but she was raised with a code of respect and gratitude. Many of her....employers? Is that what you call them?
FW: Sure.
DM: Employers.. Many of them insisted upon it. And now here, in the Land of the Rising Sun....well, that just brings those early lessons right up to the forefront of her mind.
BBL: So? She's a common street thug, and you're a lunatic.
Firewoman and Davin keep circling Larson.
FW: Common? I'll have you know that I am very well placed in the hierarchies of--
DM: I can't argue with him. I am a lunatic. You'd think that both of those things would bring in a little more of that...what did you call it, Fire?
FW: Respect
DM: Right...that. Okay, I'm getting tired of dancing, and a little dizzy.
FW: So? Do it!
Before Davin can do "it," Larson sees his shot and makes a swing, cracking Fire in the side. She mostly protects the sore ribs, but at least does double over. Davin pounces and grabs Larson in a double chicken wing, and throws him to the ground. He gets him back to his feet, still in the hold as Fire stands up, gasping a bit.
BBL: You think I should be grateful to you? Because of you I nearly lost everything!
FW: Funny. You'd think you'd remember that before you went popping your mouth off.
*Fire hits him square in that mouth with a quick punch, sending blood gushing everywhere. Fire smears it on her chest and forehead.*
FW: Think about that next time you go running your mouth.
Davin throws him to the ground again and takes the 2x4 and rests it on his shoulder. He starts down the hall, and sees Fire still standing over Larson.
FW: Namaste,[/b] mother fucker.
DM: C'mon, are you done?
FW: Yeah.........wait.
Fire looks around for Invisible Ninja Cam.
FW: Hey, Sparxx. Two things. You're dangerously close to gimmick infringement with a nickname that a good friend gave me. Second, if you don't want this to happen to you, you'll stop with the nasty names about my ....
DM: Husband.
FW: That. For the next week or so, he's still family. And family always protects family, right cos?
DM: Right, cos.
They terrist-fist-bump
FW: The phone lines are open![/i] *Fire starts giggling again*
DM: Are you feeling okay?
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:59:11 GMT -5
EDIT: This takes place before G-B's promo, I guess.
*We see Ravenna walking down the hall way, when a door opens and hits her in the face. She stumbles, but she isn't knocked out cold. Eric O'Mac pops his head out.*
Eric: HA!....Oh wait, you aren't unconscious?
Ravenna: Nope.
Eric: Interesting. Um...ok then, carry on.
*Ravenna starts to walk away, but she trips over Eric's foot. She stumbles, but again, doesn't fall.*
Ravenna: Did you just trip me?
Eric: Usually the door knocks people out. I'm kind of out of my comfort zone. I guess that's my way of telling you I'm no one's lackey. But you would normally be unconscious, so you wouldn't hear the verbal message, but you would get the physical message.
Ravenna: Shouldn't you be finding your teammates and maybe trying to patch things up with them instead of playing childish games with me?
Eric: You would think that, but if Tyler Vanguard gets that easily offended by me, he really shouldn't be in whatever the hell it is our stable is called. Now, if you'll excuse me, my 4:35 appointment is here.
Ravenna: 4:35 appointment?
*Eric ducks back into his locker room as The Amnesiac is seen walking down the hall. He is about to walk inline to where the door is when Ravenna pulls him back. The door flings open.*
Eric: Ha! Oh wait...
*Eric looks to see the Amnesiac still standing.*
Eric: Did you just pull him out of the way?
Ravenna: Yeah.
Eric: You're no fun at all.
*Fade Out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Jan 16, 2011 18:59:48 GMT -5
*Stank is sitting in Chamber V. He senses the ninjacam on him.*
"Outback Jack... Why are you making me do this?
Why do you persist?
Drink & Destroy was created by me and it will end by me.
You think about that. You think about every time I set my mind on something... it happens.
It's inevitable. One way or another I will put Drink & Destroy out of it's misery. We've already put Spin on the shelf.
You're next.
It's not the way I wanted it.
It's just how it is.
I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your life.
I'm going to make your other personalities homeless because when they see what's left of Outback Jack... If they're smart, they won't want to stick around for the same thing to happen to them.
Thus saith Lucas Mann.
Thus saith Stank."
Fade
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