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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 19:47:42 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament Semi-Finals Live! From Friar's Point, Mississippi
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Fatal Four Way[/u] Firewoman vs. Tyler Vangarde vs. Eric O'Mac vs. Ravenna Blue
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Chris Evans vs. The Dead
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Texpress vs. Moosehead Jack & Stank
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] LD Williams vs. Alexander Darling
OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament Semi-Finals[/u] DH Magnusson & Alexis Darling vs. Stan Fulton & Matt Folz Drink & Destroy vs. The Flyin' Hawaiians
Tytan vs. Damon Wrath Concrete TG vs. Bryce Larson J-P Sparxx vs. Sean Moore
card subject to....IT'S A TRAP!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 19:49:04 GMT -5
<TNA style promo where we are not supposed to know the camera is there. Moose is sitting in the back, presumably in the former Five's locker room. He has his hair pulled back, one doc is trying to stitch up a wound in his head that is still gushing blood, while another is trying to check him for a concussion. Moose holds an ice pack on the back of his head and slams beer after beer. Finally the wound is mostly closed and Moose waves him off. That doc leaves, but the other remains>
MHJ: So?
Doc: You are lucky to be alive
<Moose just laughs>
Doc: A fall like that could have easily broken your neck. Never mind the repeated shots to the head. My professional opinion is a grade 2 concussion
MHJ: <Joking> that would explain why I see two of you
Doc: This is no laughing matter. I will not clear you to wrestle
MHJ: Do you REALLY think that is going to stop Him?
Doc: What?
MHJ: I'm wrestling. It keeps Him quiet
Doc: But one shot to the head and......
MHJ: AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! NOW DISAPPEAR!
<Moose settles down in his seat again and cracks open another beer>
GMtR: I'm pulling you from the show
MHJ: Like hell
GMtR: Do you forget who the GM is here?
MHJ: Do you forget that I am not under contract?
GMtR: What does that.....
MHJ: It means I am not your responsibility. So don't pretend you care. I am wrestling. We got those idiot Texans. No way I am missing this
<GM the Rick shakes his head, exasperated and walks off. Once Moose is in the room alone, he takes the ice pack off the back of his head and winces in pain. Moose slumps back in the chair with a look of......concern? On his face and opens another beer>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 19:51:07 GMT -5
Firewoman barges into the medical room, despite staff trying to keep her out. Silly staff.
FW: Are you okay?
MHJ: No, but I will be.
FW: Should you be drinking beer?
MHJ: Probably not.
FW: How did that even get in here?
MHJ: Who knows...want one?
FW: I don't do beer, Moose.
MHJ: Right...forgot......
FW: Seriously....you're okay?
MHJ: No, but I will be. Geez, pay attention.
FW: THIS IS SERIOUS. Quit joking around.
MHJ: So are your perpetually hurt ribs, but that doesn't stop you.
FW: That's a little different from a head injury. I don't want you ending up sending obscure texts about dogs and hanging yourself from your weight equipment.
MHJ: That's hilarious.
FW: Moose....
MHJ: I don't have either dogs or weight equipment, so--
FW: Whatever....I'll take care of Fulton.
MHJ: What? No...stop!
FW: Yes, when he's a bloody pulp at my feet. And that's a lot of pulp. I better get my wellies.
MHJ: Wellies? Look, Fire...don't. Let it go.
FW: Fuck that, he's a dead man.
MHJ: It was an....well, it was an accident.
FW: So? I don't care. There's no such thing as accidents in this business, you know that.
MHJ: It's all part of the game. It's how things have to happen.
FW: ....
MHJ: What?
FW: You sound like....Him.
MHJ: Which "him?" My "him" or your "him."
FW: You sound like.... Juni.....
MHJ: Well, he's sometimes right.
FW: .....
MHJ: What?
FW: I failed him.
MHJ: Who?
FW: Juni....he wanted me to ..... but when Tytan was choking me, I just...I lost it. I wanted him dead. It was back to business as usual. If Hightower hadn't stopped the fight....
MHJ: Oh well....wait, where are you going?
FW: I've got to....I need to go. You're fine, right?
MHJ: Yeah.....but are you?
FW: No.....
Firewoman leaves. Moose looks confused and concerned, and then goes back to sipping his beer.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 19:54:45 GMT -5
Fade in to Ric’s Sandwich Shop. Chris Evans is eating a grilled chicken sandwich on a whole wheat wrap. He has the Intercontinental title on his waist and his part of the Trios title on his shoulder. Shawn Johnson is sitting with him.
Shawn: Thanks for taking me out again, Chris. By the way, congratulations on your win last night.
Evans: Thanks Shawn. You know, if you want, you can come out with me to the ring next week.
Shawn blushes at this.
S: I...I’d love to. Hey, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get some coffee, okay?
Shawn leaves. Evans continues to eat his sandwich when he is approached by a familiar face.
Moose: Hey Cubby.
Evans gets defensive.
E: The hell do you want? You want this belt, you challenge me like anyone else.
M: Relax Evans. If I wanted that belt, I would have it anytime I wanted it.
E: This coming from the guy I just pinned cleanly last night. By the way, how’s your head?
Moose growls at Evans.
E: If not that, then what do you want? If you’re looking for Ravenna, look elsewhere, cause I ain’t telling you shit.
M: You can’t protect her forever, Evans. Sooner or later, she’ll show her true self.
Suddenly, there is a commotion coming from the coffee bar.
E: Is that...ah Christ, what now?
The camera turns to see Shawn Johnson trying to reason with a guy who she accidentally bumped into
Shawn: Wow, dude, I’m sorry, I didn’t see...
Some Guy: Don’t talk to me unless I’ve had my coffee!
SG: I’m just trying to...
M: You fucking deaf or something?! I said don’t talk you me, you bitch!
E: Hey asshole.
Evans stands in front of Shawn to defend her.
SG: The fuck do you want?
E: You want your coffee so bad? Here ya go!
Evans grabs Shawn’s cup of scalding-hot coffee into the guy’s eyes.
E: Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back.
As the guy writhes in pain, Moose comes over to see what has happened, attracted to the sound of agonizing pain. Moose & Evans look at each other, and then both get a grin on their faces. They nod to each other, and beat the shit out of the douchebag together while Shawn watches on in silent awe.
E: Just try to mess with her again, and see what happens.
Evans turns to Shawn.
E: You okay, Shawn?
S: *nods*
Evans turns to Moose.
M: Don’t get any wrong ideas Evans. I just hate guys like that. This changes nothing between us.
E: I had no intention to.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 19:56:07 GMT -5
COLD OPEN on former AWA Announcer, Larry Nelson, who is standing in an empty gymnasium next to the OOWF ring.
LN: “A very pleasant good evening everyone. We’re just six days away from another Midweek Mayhem. I’m coming to you LIVE from the Coahoma County Jr./Sr. High School Gymnasium, in Friars Point, Mississippi. This week, the Tag Team Tournament continues with the Semi-Final matches. In the one, Drink & Destroy take on The Flyin' Hawaiians. In the other, DH Magnusson & Alexis Darling meet my next guests, Matt Folz and The Crusher Stan Fulton.”
Folz and Fulton come in from opposite sides of the camera shot, flanking the afore mentioned Larry Nelson. Folz looks like he always does, but Fulton looks depressed and has a big cut on the bridge of his nose.
LN: “Stan, before we get into this week’s match up with Magnusson and Darling, let’s talk about last week’s match in the Trios tournament against LD Williams, Stank and Moose.”
SF: “If you’d like.”
LN: “You seem quite down about it.”
SF: “I am, Larry. You see, Matt Folz has taught me that it’s all about winning, here in the OOWF. If you’re not winning, you’re nobody. Or you’re Eric O’Mac. And we didn’t win the titles. Hell, we didn’t even win the first match.
“Now I know that Moose, LD and Stank are tough SOBs and that our match was going to be difficult. But I truly thought we’d take those belts.
“But now, Larry, I’m starting to get over being depressed about it. I’m starting to get mad. And DH and Alexis? I plan on taking it out on you. For you see, I have only one more title shot still available to me right now. And those are the OOWF World Tag Team Championships. And you two are in my way. Matt Folz and I will defeat you and then go on next week and take the titles by defeating either the Hawaiians or D&D.”
At this point, the ghost of E. Gary Gygax floats by giving Fulton the double thumbs-up. Fulton gives him the bird.
LN: “Matt Folz, your comments.”
MF: “And we’re nowhere near Lake Geneva. Anyway, Stan said all that needs to be said, Larry. We will win this week and then we will win next week. There’s no doubt in my mind.”
SF: “The bottom line is this, Larry Nelson. No one, and I mean no one, in the OOWF is training harder or longer than Matt and I are. We may differ on ideas outside the ring, like I think Brett Favre probably did send pictures of his penis to that Jets employee, but I don’t care as long as he keeps winning games for the Vikings. Matt thinks he’s a traitor to the Packers and that he should be suspended for the rest of his career.”
Folz rolls his eyes at this.
“But inside the ring, we’re becoming a well oiled machine. And not well-oiled like the way Randy Orton comes to the ring.
“DH Magnusson? Alexis Darling? You’re great wrestlers, no doubt. But I doubt you have the drive we do. Moose and Stank say all they care about is hurting people. We have proof of that. We’re bruised and battered but we’re still here. We took the best they had and are still standing. But all Matt Folz and I care about now is winning matches. That means, we either pin DH or Alexis or make them submit. No other outcome is acceptable.”
Fulton walks off. Folz looks that way, rolls his eyes again and walks off camera the other direction.
LN: “There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Folz and Fulton versus Magnusson and Darling. This Wednesday night on Mayhem! I’m Larry Nelson and you’re watching OOWF-TV. And why wouldn’t you?”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 19:58:47 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is SITTING~! in his familiar spot on the plane. A close-up of his laptop reveals, well, Solitaire. There is a VOICE coming from off-camera*
V: You know, I didn't really want to go anyway.
DM: You could have said no.
V: I could have.
DM: But you didn't.
V: There's nothing to drink on this plane.
DM: Bar's behind you. I told you that already.
V: Stupid plane.
DM: Are you saying flight attendants serve a function other than eye candy?
V: No, I'm saying planes are horrible, and you're talking to me.
DM: To be accurate, you're talking to me. I'm playing Solitaire.
V: So THAT'S it? THAT is how it's gonna be?
DM: That's how it's gonna be.
V: SHIT, I didn't tell Alex. Davin, I need to call Alex.
DM: I think he'll figure out where you are soon enough.
V: He should come too.
DM: Fuck that. He doesn't deserve my hospitality these days.
*The camera angle changes and we see it's Firewoman*
FW: He's just concerned about you, you know?
*Davin looks up from his computer and stares at her*
FW: Well he-
*still staring*
FW: Ok, fine whatever, but he's still my-
DM: I know what he is.
FW: You know, the only reason I'm even coming is because He told me to.
DM: *sips his Duncan Hills coffee* Juni's a smart guy.
FW: And that Samantha...she'd better stay out of my way-
DM: My wife will not be in your way.
FW: But what if-
DM: *calmly closes the laptop and looks up at Firewoman, but it's pretty clear he's pissed* Ok, Lisa...
FW: DON'T CALL ME-
DM: *starts to yell back and takes a deep breath instead* Fine. I asked you to come up here this week because I thought you might want to see my house, get away from that other stuff for a while...
FW: I am NOT seeing YOUR aunt.
DM: ...You said "I'll think about it". I said "I'm leaving the arena in 5 minutes". You talked it over with Juni and said "yes". And since then, you've done nothing but bitch and complain about how every little thing isn't to your liking. Like I said before, you could have said "no".
FW: I like the Darling Family Jet better.
DM: Good.
FW: There's not enough to do here.
DM: If I jingle my keys at you, will it help?
FW: YOU ARE NOT BEING SUPPORTIVE!
DM: I'm being supportive. You're just being petulant. Not that that's anything new.
FW: You asshole! How DARE you speak to me-
DM: Fine, when the plane lands, I'll tell them to refuel and take you right back. Then you can fly 3 hours by yourself. Have a grand old time with that.
FW: That's not even a little funny.
DM: Your life isn't in conflict nearly as much as you think it is. Jameson's is right on the door of the bar. We'll be about another hour. I'm going to try to take a nap.
*Firewoman sort of looks at Davin before going in search for the booze*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:00:51 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams and Stank are at a bar, sharing a quiet drink.**
LDW: “Did I ever tell you how I got into wrestling?”
S: “No.”
LDW: “Oh.”
S: “-”
LDW: “-”
S: “Well?”
LDW: “Well what?”
S: “Aren’t you going to tell me the story?”
LDW: “Why?”
S: “You brought it up!”
LDW: “So?”
S: “If you say ‘did I ever tell you’ and the person says no, you’re supposed to tell them. That’s the point!”
LDW: “Really?”
S: “Yes!”
LDW: “Oh...Huh.”
S: “Seriously? Were you raised by wolves or something?”
LDW: “Peas.”
S: “I know you had - Wait, What?”
LDW: “Sorry. One of those references nobody’ll get.”
S: “You do that a lot.”
LDW: “Yep”
S: “-”
LDW: “-”
S: “Well?”
LDW: “What?”
S: “TELL ME THE FREAKING STORY!”
LDW: “Not much to tell.”
S: “If you don’t start talking, I swear I’ll…”
LDW: “Fine. Ma and Eco had some associates in common. He knew I was looking for a different career, so when he set up the OOWF he called and offered me a spot. That first match with Underdog was my first match ever.”
S: “-”
LDW: “-”
S: “AND?”
LDW: “And nothing.”
S: “What happened next?”
LDW: “I wrestled. I stayed.”
S: “That’s it?”
LDW: “I told you there wasn’t much to tell.”
S: “That was your story.”
LDW: “Yep.”
S: “You Suck.”
LDW: “Wrong brother.”
DV: “I AM NOT A-”
S&LDW: “We know Donnie.”
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:01:36 GMT -5
(Tytan is in the Valor locker room and Athena is still with him. Tytan is still showing the remains of the wounds from Firewoman on his face.)
Tytan: Well Firewoman..... Step one is complete and Juni (sarcastically) would be so disappointed in you.
You are not a disciple of his You are a lie. Just like the voices in your head.
I proved that you are not good. When does a good guy get disqualified. You tried to gouge out my eyes. You really don't want me to see the real you. You really don't want me to show the world the real you. But they know like me you are a Quinn and a Quinn isn't good.
(Tytan laughs.)
I see you liked the mask. I am glad. Maybe you are accepting who you really are. I told you I will set you free. That you won't continue on playing this game. Don't think I am done with you. It's not even close. You still think you are a good guy. Are you still so forgiving? I have an offer that will test that.
Prove me wrong. Show me how well you can play the game.
I know some people.
I will set the real you free. Just like I set Juni free. or I will break you in the process.
Either way Lisa, I will win.
And the light will shine even brighter then before.
(Tytan laughs again.)
The games have only begun.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:03:11 GMT -5
In the backstage interview area (back in Monterrey), SoCalChristy is talking to Sean Naomh Moore about his OOWF debut
SCC: So, Sean - big win for you tonight. How does it feel to have your first victory in the OOWF?
SNM: Well, Miss Christy, it feels a lot better than if I had lost, I'll tell you that. But, I don't feel like I was truly challenged. SNM takes a gulp of his trademark Guinness.
SCC: Well, next week, in Friar's Point - you face OOWF veteran J-P Sparxx. What do you have planned for him?
SNM: J-P Sparxx? Don't really know the lad. I'll have to have me mum send over my OOWF DVDs - see what his strengths are, and especially what his weaknesses are.
SCC: OK, well, then - how are you planning to celebrate this win?
SNM: This is just one win. One of many yet to come. I'll probably just go back to my hotel room tonight and celebrate with some Jameson's and more Guinness. ::eyes Christy:: Unless, of course, you want to come back and help me celebrate.
SCC: ::blushes:: Well, I don't think management would want me to fraternize with the talent. And you never know what the ninja-cams might pick up. We wouldn't want an international incident here.
SNM: OK - do you have a twin sister, then?
SoCalChristy's jaw drops, as the cameras fade.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:04:27 GMT -5
Kai, Aina, and Noelani are entering the arena in Friar's Point. An SFJ catches up to them.
SFJ: Any comments on your semi final match against Drink & Destroy?
Aina: They're a great team.
Kai: Why are bells ringing?
Everyone stops and looks at Kai, then continue.
N: They really are a great team. But so were Firewoman and LD Williams. So where Moosehead Jack and Stank.
SFJ: Uh, you only advances over Stank and Moosehead Jack via disqualification.
Noelani stops and glares at the SFJ, then continues walking.
N: It doesn't matter. Survive and advance.
Aina: Jim Valvano said that.
Kai: Jimmy V!
Aina: We found a way against them, we'll find a way to get past Taylor & Outback Jack. It's what we do.
Kai: Dobie, dobie do.
N: Kai, seriously, are you okay?
Kai: Yeah, who, what?
SFJ: Any final words?
Noelani stops and looks directly into the camera.
N: The Flyin' Hawai'ians are going to win this tournament, because they are the best in the world at what they do.
SFJ: But last week they lost in the Trios...
N: That was that dumbass Sparxx's fault. Stop talking. *back to the camera* You will see how good my boys really are. Aloha.
Noelani winks at the camera and leads Kai and Aina towards their locker room.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:04:37 GMT -5
Cut to sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean, and a deck overlooking the beach. Firewoman is sitting in a chair drinking a huge mug of coffee, watching the waves come in, when she is joined by Davin Moreland.
DM: Sleep okay?
FW: Yeah.
DM: Really? Since when?
FW: Um...Vegas-ish......
DM: Interesting. You didn't drink much of the Jameson I got you.
FW: Yeah, kinda laying off that for a while.
DM: Why?
FW: Really? That whole accidental marriage ruining a cross-promotion show and oh yeah, MY LIFE doesn't ring a bell?
DM: Point...seems to have turned out okay.
FW: Yeah....for now....
DM: ......
FW: ......
DM: Well...good talk.
FW: Why am I here?
DM: Do you mean in a metaphysical context or like a meaning of life thing?
FW: No, Davin. Why did you insist on bringing me up here?
DM: I thought you needed a break.
FW: Why are you always doing that?
DM: What?
FW: Interfering. Getting me doctors, and house arrests, and Danish insane asylums....
DM: Well, two of those were partly for my own entertainment, but not entirely.
FW: .....
DM: So, do you remember this place at all?
FW: No.
DM: Too bad....we came here a couple of times that summer...that you stayed with us. We had fun.
FW: If you say so.
There's a long silence, and Davin sits down in a chair near her and waits.
DM: Besides, you wouldn't have come if you didn't want to. If I've learned NOTHING about your escapes from asylums and house arrest, I have learned that much.
FW: ..........
DM: What are you thinking about?
FW: Mexico.
DM: Really? Why?
FW: That's where I was headed. I had saved up ALMOST enough money for bus fare and was going to just do one more job, then head down there, find a luchadore school....
DM: What happened?
FW: Heh.....got sloppy. Probably the excitement of being DONE with New York...and HER. I hadn't seen her for a couple of years at that point, but still, I knew she was there. Anyway got caught, went to juvie.
DM: How old were you?
FW: Fourteen? Fifteen? I dunno, around there somewhere. Then it was the merry-go-round of detention centers and mental hospitals until I was finally old enough that my sentence was up. Of course, at that point I couldn't afford Mexico anymore, I made it as far as Philadelphia.
DM: And the rest is history?
FW: That it is....
DM: Hm.....so...
FW: So I was just wondering how my life would have been different if I had made it to Mexico.
DM: Hm.......
FW: ......
DM: Well, you probably would have gotten involved in Mexican drug cartels rather than Yakuza crime families.
Fire laughs
FW: That's too true to be funny.
DM: So...this Eco thing.....
FW: Aaaaaaaah....THAT'S what this is about.
DM: Well, Moose hears voices, you hear--
FW: The whole damn family can do it. I think that's half of why dad drank, to get them to shut up.
DM: Wait...isn't this a movie? Family genetic psychic talents and stuff?
FW: Maybe.
DM: We going there?
FW: 'Tis the season. Halloween is a mere nine days away.
DM: Anyway--
FW: Anyway, this....this is different.....
DM: Because you're listening.
FW: I always listen. I don't always agree. But....he's right.
She turns to look at Davin for the first time, but it doesn't look like she's all there.
FW: The OOWF needs you. The new guys coming in. You can't leave them to be lambs to the slaughter.
DM: Fire....wait....Fire?
FW: I didn't choose you to be part of the team because of who you were. I chose you because of who you could be. All of you have to do is believe, and get them ready for when I return.[/i]
Firewoman drops her coffee mug, and it shatters on the floor, spilling coffee everywhere. NOOOOOOoooooo!!! She grabs her head as Davin stands there, stunned.
DM: Are...are you okay?
FW: Yeah...just.....this headache thing that won't go away. What were we talking about?
DM: Uh...nothing. Nothing. Just...why don't you go lay down.
Firewoman nods, stands up, and goes into the house, where she passes Mrs. Moreland, although she barely acknowledges her.
Mrs.M: Lisa's here?
DM: Yeah she's....she's got a headache or she would have said hi.
Mrs.M: Well, it's not that, it's just...I didn't know it would be THIS weekend. Oh this could be a problem.
DM: Why, Mom?
Mrs.M: Well......well, your aunt was going to come visit.
DM: Shit.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:07:36 GMT -5
Ninja-cams are in Sean Naomh Moore's hotel room, as he looks over the DVDs his mum over-nighted. The camera zooms in on Moore's face as he bewilderedly looks upon the television screen and shakes his head.
SNM: Did Slam Master J shave his head? I guess he wasn't able to hang with the Cryme Tyme lads.
A second ninja-cam peers over his shoulder and shows a backstage clip of J-P Sparxx.
SNM: Quite a rude young boy... Hmm... And that little mot of his, Jewel. I probably shouldn't underestimate her - for she seems to have a right bigger sack than this wanker. His style is a little similar to mine, but without the true power moves.
Moore nods his head.
SNM: Ah, yes, I do believe I know how to handle this boy and put some respect into him.
Just noticing a quick glint of light, Moore looks up into the general direction of the ninja-cam.
SNM: Wha? Is that one of those bloody cameras Christy mentioned? Get going - I don't need my gameplan shown off just yet.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:08:12 GMT -5
*For the past twent-five minutes Stank has been following Moosehead Jack making sure to stay out of sight. Moose is wandering the halls maniacally giggling softly to himself, fixiated on a strand of barbed-wire which he keeps picking at, biting and spitting out whatever bits of decay and debris long since crusted on it. Add to that the fact Moose is mumbling under his breath, while counting his fingers as if trying to work out a mathmatical formula, and the whole episode has Stank both fascinated and concerned while he follows his tag-team partner silently down the hall.
Moose rounds a corner and Stank approaches. When he gets there Stank peeks around the corner to see Moose stopped in front of Texpress's locker-room, blood dripping from the man's lower lip, presumbably cut from biting down on the strand of barbed wire. Moose continues to stand in place fixiated on Texpress's door. He cocks his head eerily to the right, his red hair flying off his exposed ear giving Stank a view of Moose's nighmarish expression. Moose looks up like he's trying to see his own ear. It's as if he's listening for something that calls to him from far far away. Stank turns his back to the wall of the corner where he stands, and comtemplates his next move. There is a tug on his left arm and the big man looks down to see SFJ#5 (The new one, not his ex) standing there with a mic and camera crew.*
SFJ#5 - What are you doing-
Stank - SHHHH!
*Stank grabs SFJ#5 by her arm and leads her away from Moose down the hall. Once he is satisfied they are out of earshot he speaks.*
Stank - What the fuck is wrong with you... sneaking up on me like that?
SFJ#5 - I want an interview.
Stank - You want an interview.
SFJ#5 - Yes.
Stank - I don't have time for this, Isabella.
SFJ#5 - But the OOWF fans want to know what you think your chances of winning your upcomming match with Texpress for the OOWF Tag-Team Championships? I mean... given the condition of your partner, Moosehead Jack.
Stank - The condition? What condition?
SFJ#5 - Don't tell me you haven't noticed -
Stank - Look, Isabella, the ONLY thing the OOWF fans need to know is Moose and my determination to HURT Texpress. HURT them in a way so profound that they will NEVER be the same again.
SFJ#5 - But that seems counterproductive... aren't you interested in becoming Tag Team champions?
Stank - Only insofar as the belts would lure more victims our way. For Texpress it's about being "The Measuring Sticks" for Moose and I it's about breaking people. That's what we do.
SFJ#5 - But Moose has a concussion. Aren't you-
Stank - NO! And if Texpress is smart THEY would be the ones worried! They are five time tag team champions, an unparalleled achievement in the OOWF.... except by ME. I'm a SIX time tag team champion which should tell them... I will ALWAYS be a STEP ahead! Don't let what happened at the Trios tournament fool you. Moose and I will be more than ready to wreck them come Mayhem. This interview is over. Walk away.
*SFJ#5 turns and walks away with her cameraman. The ninjacams however follow Stank back down the hall. Stank peeks back around the corner and not surprisingly Moose has moved on. Stank walks over by Texpress's locker-room door and sees a phrase Moose obviously carved into the door just under Texpress's nameplate. It reads "Titim gan eiri ort." Stank furrows his brow in confusion and continues on his way trying to catch up to Moose. After a while Moose is nowhere to be found.*
Stank - Damn it.
*Stank pulls out his cell phone and dials a number. Through the magic of the ninjacams we hear the other end of the line when the person picks up.*
Voice - What's up?
Stank - It's me.
Voice - I have caller ID. I know it's you.
Stank - Relax. Sometimes people assume the person calling is the one on the ID when it really isn't.
Voice - But why would I assume someone is calling using your phone? They wouldn't be able to fool me. You have a distinctive voice.
Stank - I don't know. I just like to identify mysel- CAN I just tell you why I called? Shit.
Voice - Sorry. What is it?
Stank - Your brother.
FW - I know. I'm concerned.
Stank - Where are you? Sounds like you're at the beach. I hear waves crashing.
FW - I don't mean to be rude, but could we hurry this along? I got a splitting headache.
Stank - Right. Uh well I don't really want to talk about what's going on with Moose... or you for that matter... right now. I was just wondering if you could tell me what Titim gan eiri ort is.
FW - What?
Stank - Titim gan eiri ort... maybe I'm not pronouncing it right.
FW - Can you spell it?
Stank - T-I-T-I-M... G-A-N... E-I-R-I... O-R-T
FW -
Stank - Fire?
FW -
Stank - ... Lisa?
FW - Don't call me that.
Stank - Sorry. What does the phrase mean?
FW - It... It translates to "May you fall without rising."
Stank - Hmmmm.
FW - It's an Irish curse... heard it a lot when I was...
Stank - When you were...?
FW - (ignoring the question) My brother told it to you?
Stank - No. He carved it in Texpress's door.
FW - SHIT!
Stank - What???
FW - I gotta go! Someone is.... HERE!
*Stank looks at his cell phone in confusion then ends the call. He pockets his phone, turns, and is startled to find...*
Stank - Moose!
*Moose stands expressionless, holding the barbed wire strand down by his side.*
MHJ - You following me, Stank?
Stank - No.
MHJ - You don't need to worry about me. I'm okay.
Stank - I know.
*Moose smirks*
MHJ - Then why are you following me?
Stank - ... I got nothing better to do.
*Moose contemplates this for a moment then chooses to accept Stank's answer.*
MHJ - I could use a drink.
Stank - ... Let's go. I know a place. I'll give LD a buzz to meet us there.
*Stank and Moose head off out the door to the parking lot as the camera fades to commercial.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:08:49 GMT -5
*Ric's Sandwich Shop*
Bryce Larson is sitting alone enjoying his lunch and a protein shake. He's just about to finish up when the chair across the table is slid out and someone takes a seat. Bryce looks up and sees Alexander Darling sitting there.
Bryce: Before you say anything, let me explain what happened.
Alexander: You don't have to.
Bryce: I don't?
Alexander: Nope.
Bryce: Okay, so what can I do for you?
Alexander: Nothing right now. It's more about what I can do for you?
Bryce: And what's that?
Alexander: First, congratulations on the win. I may not like what Dead did to me to get there, but you did the right thing.
Bryce: Excuse me?
Alexander: I'm not an angel Bryce. The world knows that and the world knows you're not either. But you showed me something this past week. Everyone knows what you're capable of in the ring, but this week you showed maturity on two levels.
Bryce: I think I'm a little lost here Alex. What are you talking about?
Alexander: You know I've been keeping an eye on you, right?
Bryce: Yea, but I still don't know why.
Alexander: Because it's time Bryce.
Bryce: Time for what. Why the fuck does everyone in this company have to be so god damn cryptic?
Alexander: I'm not being cryptic. It's time for a change Bryce. It's time for the OOWF to evolve. And what you showed me on Wednesday proves to me you're ready. You have the talent. But at Mayhem, I saw the heart, the desire, and the maturity you need to move to the next level.
Bryce: Thanks, I guess. But where do you fit into this? What is it you want from me?
Alexander: I don't want anything Bryce. I need to be part of something bigger. But something that is mine and you should be a part of that.
Bryce: Be a part of what?
Alexander: The future Bryce. I need to know if you want to be part of the future of this company. You know what I'm capable inside the ring and I know you've seen enough to know what I can do outside the ring. The question is, do you want to keep standing with people like Dead and Tyler. People who will never be looked at as the greats of this business because they don't have the heart. They'll look to make shortcuts. Cheat to get ahead.
Bryce: Isn't that exactly what I did Wednesday?
Alexander: No. I saw it when I watched the replay. You weren't happy with how you won, but you know at the end of the day a win is a win and that's what I'm looking for. People who aren't angels, but deep down they have the same goals and outlook on things. You're someone I see that with, but it's going to be your decision. Take your time. Think about what it is you want Bryce. When you decide, come see me. No matter what you decide, I won't hold it against you. But I will say this, if you choose to not come on this ride...those that do, they will leave you behind. You'll be a footnote in their rise to glory.
Bryce: Why should I? Seriously, you and I, we've never gotten along? Why come to me?
Alexander: Because I see the potential for something special Bryce. And I want to help mold that potential so it's realized. And it isn't about friendships. It isn't going to be about liking the people you work with all the time. But it's going to be about working with people who can make you better and who you can help make better. It's about becoming part of something bigger than you already are. Just think about it. Come see me as soon as you can.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:09:04 GMT -5
The scene comes up outside the destroyatorium. We see a very haggard DVD dragging the DDT belt in one hand as he walks towards the front door. It is obvious that he hasn't slept in days. DVD walks into the bar. Ashley and Spencer are chatting at the bar while OBJ sits at a table drinking and Danny Taylor plays with his new puppy Shotglass. DVD walks over to Ashley and Spencer and holds up the belt a look of pure sadness on his face. Ashley just smiles and pats him on the head. DVD sighs and walks over to OBJ, and holds up the belt.
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for gotta respect the integrity of a championship.
DVD sighs again and walks over to Danny, and once again holds up the title. Danny just smiles and shakes his head no.
Shotglass: YIP YIP YIP.
For unknown reasons, this sends DVD into a panic and he takes off running full force out of the destroyatorium and into the bowels of the arena. This sends OBJ into fits of laughter.
OBJ: That boy is never gonna get used to being a champ. Okay, enough play time, get over here Taylor, we need to talk strategy. One of you sheilas gonna be nice enough to get us some drinks?
Danny takes a seat next to OBJ as Spencer brings over a Fosters for Jack and an Appletini for Taylor. The boys nod in thanks and then start looking over the notes that DVD had left for them. Danny picks up a picture of DH Maggnison and shows it to Jack with a questioning look on his face.
OBJ: Yeah, I know that we might face Mags in the finals, but let's not jump the gun. First we have to get past the Hawaians this week.
DDT shrugs seeming unconcerned.
OBJ: Don't overlook them because they are new to the OOWF. I've seen the work they've done in Japan. They've got talent, and they've been at this longer than you.
Danny's face turns red as he realises how cocky he was acting.
OBJ: They worked with Poe, who as you know was no pushover. These boys have talent and beating them won't be easy. First thing first, no headbutts, them Island boys just seem to shrug em off.
DDT takes down notes while continuing to listen.
OBJ: I'm not expecting a walk in the park, but we are really coming together as a team. When we are on the same page, we are damn near unstoppable.
DDT nods in agreement.
OBJ: But no one is unbeatable. Be confident, but not overconfident.
Danny pauses letting Jacks words soak in.
OBJ: So for now, we drink, and at mayhem, the hawaians get destroyed.
Both men lift their drinks smiles on there faces and clink them together as DDT mouths the word "Boom".
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:10:32 GMT -5
<we cut to a dive somewhere in Mississippi where Stank is sitting at the bar, being eyed by a couple of rednecks. Mississippi is slow to change. From somewhere else in the room, we hear Moose yelling loudly at the pool table. The bartender walks over to Stank and leans on the bar and talks quietly>
Bartender: Your friend over there is a little agitated, we really don’t want any trouble here
Stank: You would think people would know to leave him alone
B: That’s the thing, he is over there alone. He just threatened to…….heartpunch?.......someone who isn’t there.
S: Oh for fuck’s sake…..
<Stank turns and looks at Moose, Moose is grinning like a madman, and for some reason blood is running down his face. He lines up his shot and barely taps the cueball, then stands straight up and shouts>
MHJ: NO THAT FUCKING DOES NOT COUNT AS A SHOT! NO, FUCK YOU!
<Moose swings the pool cue at no one in particular, then laughs maniacally and bends down and looks at the floor>
MHJ: Hurts, don’t it?
<At this point, Stank gets off the stool and gets Moose. They head to a booth and have a seat, Stank orders them both drinks, Moose slams his rum and coke and quickly orders another one. Stank looks at him for a long time, but doesn’t say anything>
MHJ: What?
S: What is going on with you?
MHJ: Nothing. I am right as the rain. If I could just get Him to stop talking
S: <shaking his head> I know I am going to regret this, but who is He?
<Moose laughs maniacally like Stank just said the funniest thing in the world, then looks at Stank with a shocked look on his face>
MHJ: You’re serious?
S: Yes
MHJ: You don’t hear Him?
S: No…..is it the same person that is talking to Fire?
MHJ: Oh no, I don’t think its Juni.
S: So…..it’s someone else?
MHJ: Well……unless Juni suddenly has some different views on what to do to the human anatomy. And if he does, it’s a shame he is gone, we would have got along better than I though
S: So this voice is telling you……
<Moose interrupts him before he can finish, and seems amazing lucid suddenly>
MHJ: So, this week. The Texas Retards. Title match. The titles mean nothing, right?
S:……..right. What is going on with……
MHJ: I haven’t liked those two since they showed up in the OOWF. I don’t want the titles, not right now. Those two clowns are going to try to wrestle, and while I have no doubt we COULD do that, that’s not what I want. I want to make them bleed. Those two pretty boys, they need to bleed. A lot.
S: Well, yeah, I agree with you there, I have some ideas for the…….
<Moose cuts Stank off again, this time by cocking his head and listening to something that only he can hear. A maniacal grin spreads across his face and he downs his drink and pulls the strand of barbed wire out of his pocket and wraps it around his fist and gets up and heads like a dart to the part of the bar where the two rednecks are sitting, the ones that were eyeing Stank earlier. Moose doesn’t say a word to them, but instead launches himself at them, taking them both off the stool, and beating them mercilessly until they are bloody twitching messes. From behind the bar, the bartender grabs a phone and is almost certainly calling the police, if not a posse of good ol boys to deal with Moose and Stank. Stank gets up from the booth, tosses a wad of bills onto the bar and grabs Moose and pulls him off the bloody messes that are lying on the floor. As they go out into the night and tear out of the parking lot, we hear sirens in the distance>
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:11:50 GMT -5
*Sometime later, admist a hail of bullets, the driver's side mirror SHATTERS into oblivion as Stank yanks on the wheel putting the black, 71 Ford Torino GT into a powerslide onto a dirt road. Moose continues to do what he has been doing for the last twenty minutes... sitting in the passenger seat laughing maniacally. Stank is PISSED, focusing on the road, as they are pursued by the local, good ole boy, police in their Chevrolet Tahoe SUVs. Stank FLOORS it putting a little distance between them and the police. Moose starts to cough and choke drawing a sideways glance from Stank. After he regains his breath, Moose resumes laughing, clutching at his midsection. Stank just shakes his head slowly.*
Stank - Could you please.. just.. shut.. the FUCK up.
*Moose looks over at Stank and starts LAUGHING even harder, wincing in pain while he clutches at his stomach.*
MHJ - HA! HA! Oh shit. Oh shit... this is TOO funny! HA! HA! HA! AHH it hurts! OH god I think I'm gonna bust my guts! HA! HA!
*Moose bowls over resting his head on the dashboard trying to catch his breath. Stank unavoidably runs through a pothole which cause the car to hop, knocking the dashboard HARD against Moose's forehead, and seemingly jarring Moose into lucidity. Moose bolts upright in his seat and rubs his forehead.*
MHJ - Ow.
*This draws a look from Stank.*
Stank - You just HAD to pick a fight with those rednecks didn't you?
MHJ - C'mon man... like you've never started a barfight.
*Stank quickly looks at the road, then back at Moose.*
Stank - Okay yeah... you got me there, but this is different.
MHJ - How exactly?
*Stank quickly looks back at the road then DUCKS as the back window explodes from shotgun fire.*
Stank - Fucking GREAT!
*Stank PULLS on the steering wheel and drifts the car onto yet another road. They are followed close behind.*
Stank - How the fuck are they keeping up with us!
*Moose looks back through the shattered space where the rear window used to be.*
MHJ - Yeah that's not the police.
*Stank looks up in the rearview mirror and spies an 09 Dodge Ram Pick up truck with a load of gun toting rednecks whooping and holllering in hot pursuit!*
Stank - Well ain't THIS some shit!
MHJ - I advise you floor it.
Stank - YOU THINK?
*Stank jams down hard on the accelerator but the pickup truck keeps up at a respectable distance. They are still within range of weapons fire. Moose starts up laughing again.*
Stank - Seriously???
MHJ - HA! HA! I can't.. I can't help it! HA! HA!
*They round a bend in the road and suddenly Stank SLAMS on the brakes causing Moose's head to lurch forward and smack against the dashboard.*
MHJ - OW! WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!
*Stank just stares forward. Moose follows his gaze and sees the road dead ends at the mighty Mississippi river.*
Stank - Hang on... ...Put your seatbelt on gotdammit!
*Moose complies as Stank throws the muscle car in reverse just as the redneck hauling, pickup rounds the bend. The driver of the truck SWERVES HARD to avoid the collision, dumping a few rednecks over the side, their guns flying into the air. Stank swings the car around in a 180 and floors it back up the road. The pickup doesn't bother waiting for the displaced rednecks to hop back on as it turns and follows in pursuit. Moose turns his head back toward the front from looking through the shot out rear window.*
MHJ - Nice driving, but those guys are determined. They're still following us.
Stank - They're not the only ones.
*Up ahead the police are heading in their direction so Stank yanks on the wheel once again and turns the car down another dirt road. He looks up in the rearview mirror and sees first the police, then the pickup truck turn and follow forming a pack zeroing in on their prey.*
Stank - Are you kidding me? Why don't the police go after THOSE guys?
MHJ - Uh Stank...
Stank - No I'm serious! Look at this shit! A truck full of men carrying GUNS and the police are fixiated on US! Fucking inSANE!
MHJ - STANK!
*The big man shoots a look at Moose.*
Stank - WHAT?
*Moose points up ahead as he grabs onto the door handle. Stank turns his head toward the road and sees a ruined, broken down bridge they rapidly approach!*
Stank - Hold onto your butt.
MHJ - No! NO! NO! NO!
*Stank GUNS it toward the bridge! The muscle car responds, pushing toward the edge as it climbs the ramp and SAILS through the air! Moose looks down at the the rush of water cutting through it's way to the Mississippi river. As they fly, he becomes inspired.*
MHJ - YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHH HAAAAWWWW!
*Bo Duke couldn't have yelled it better. Stank grips the wheel as they land HARD on the other side of the tributary. They bounce once, lose a rear bumper, rip a huge gash in the exhaust line, but otherwise hold steady as Stank holds the wheel and presses the accelerator, steering the car on down the road. Moose looks back through the busted out rear window. Stank's jaw drops in elated shock!*
Stank - Can YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT! HOLY SHIT!
*The police stop at the far end, but the Dodge Ram attempts to duplicate Stank's manuever to disasterous results. The pickup truck flies through the air, the few rednecks remaining in the back of the truck hilariously jump off, diving into the tributary, and likely saving their lives in the process. The pickup hits a perfect landing... but loses control and twists off onto its side, sliding down the road until it comes to a stop, bumping into a tree. Moose can just make out the police exiting their vehicles and watching the whole scene on the far side of the tributary.*
Stank - You think Roscoe P. Coletrain and his boys have had enough?
MHJ - Damn Stank! You know how to have a good time don't you?
Stank - That just as easily could have gone all kinds of wrong.
MHJ - Admit it... you enjoyed every second.
Stank -
MHJ -
*Stank glances over at Moose, then looks back at the road. A smile begins to form at the edge of Stank's lips. Moose starts to laugh and this time Stank joins in. They approach a sign announcing they have arrived in the next county. Stank's cellphone rings. Moose cocks his head hearing the voice only he can hear.*
MHJ - I agree. You shouldn't talk on the phone while you're driving, Stank.
Stank - (Ignoring Mooses warning) We need to ditch this car and find our way back before the show.
*Stank looks down at his phone's display and sees it's LD Williams.*
MHJ - Driving and talking on the phone is dangerous.
*This causes Stank to laugh as he answers the phone and tries to explain to LD the last half hour. The camera fades on their muscle car pulling onto the highway and heading off into the distance admist a cloud of exhaust.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:13:10 GMT -5
Texpress are driving through Memphis, heading to Friar's Point. Zane is driving his Mustang, Bridgette asllep in the passenger seat, and Chad in the back watching OOWF-TV on his no longer sponsored phone.
Chad: (Whistles) Moose has gone completely insane
Zane: So what else is new?
Chad: No man, I mean it. He carved some celtic curse on our dressing room door, and is driving around with Stank shooting at cops down dirt roads. Scary stuff. He's... legit insane. And Homicidal.
Zane: Moose can be Homicidal, Suicidal, Genocidal, Pesticidal, Dance Recital, Matt Sydal... All that means is he won't be focused on the match Wednesday.
Chad: He'll be focused on inflicting excessive amounts of pain though.
Zane: So? This is the OOWF. Pain is a fact of life.
Chad: You need to watch this man, I don't think you're understanding what I'm seeing here.
Zane (turning right) Here we are, Graceland!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:16:51 GMT -5
A SFJ comes up behind J-P Sparxx and Jewel as they load up at the catering table. She startles Jewel, so Jewel throws some cold cuts at her.
SFJ: Please, stop! I just want an interview!
Jewel: I just want a sandwich, bitch!
J-PS: Baby, baby, don't waste good meat. Heh, ain't day what ya told me last night?
Jewel smiles.
Jewel: And you sho' didn't baby.
J-PS: What'cha want gurlie? Ya caught The Spark in a good mood. Ask away.
The SFJ brushes the last few cold cuts off of her, then starts the interview.
SFJ: First off, any comments about your match last week in the Campeonatos de Trios Tournament?
J-PS: I learned not to team with two hula dancing, pineapple chuggin' morons dat share a couple a brain cells, knowwhatI'msayin'? Next?
SFJ: Okay, Sean Naomh Moore has said a few words about you...
J-PS: Yeah, he sho' 'nuff has. Listen, British dude...
SFJ: I think he's Irish actually...
J-P puts his arm around the SFJ, pulls her in, and lowers his sunglasses, staring directly into her eyes.
J-PS: Lemme aks YOU a question. Does it look...like I give a shit?
J-P pushes the SFJ off and continues.
J-PS: Shawnie Mo, you gonna "put some respect in me"?? Sounds kinda gay. How 'bout I put my FOOT in yo ASS?! KnowwhatI'msayin'?
Jewel: That sounds kinda gayer baby.
J-PS: Baby...
Jewel turns away from the camera.
J-PS: Listen, Shawnie Mo, I'ma say this one time, so even your drunk Irish ass can understand. The Spark...
J-P lowers his sunglasses again.
J-PS: The Spark's gonna git'cha. KnowwhatI'msayin'? Welcome to the OOWF. You in my hood now...punk.
J-P looks to the SFJ.
J-PS: We good? We done? Good, Jewel baby, let's blow this joint.
Jewel: A joint sounds good 'bout now, huh baby?
J-PS: Shh!! They gon' make me pee in a cup baby!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:18:22 GMT -5
*Before Davin can react further, his phone rings. He checks the ID and answers*
DM: Hello? No. Yes, I know Moose can be a bit of an asshole. I don't think it's...personal at this point. It's weird, he clicks in and out of...stop it...STOP FUCKING SWEARING AT ME SHAWN! My Mother is standing RIGHT here, and if you don't stop...ok....I know you do...like I said, he's a good guy. Listen, can you have him call me when he gets a chance? I've got something to run by him...Yeah, it's what we talked about before...no, I DON'T know for sure what's going to happen. Hell, I'm not even on the lineup this week; maybe my contract's already up and I don't know it...Ok.....they're called ASIANS, Shawn...no, I doubt it was the same little g...er...Asians from Bejing...you're right, Mississippi is a weird place to see Asians...listen, listen, SHAWN, listen. I kind of have to get going, but I promise you, next time I've got to do an interview I'll have you do it...I'm sure Moony will be fine with it...right...you're welcome...no I can't...because what if someone else calls? Why don't you just call the house phone...Jamie Lynn is fine...wouldn't that be something you'd ask my Mom?....ok Shawn...bye.
*He clicks the phone closed*
DM: Shawn's going to be calling you-
*phone rings*
DM: Uh..now I guess. We'll talk about the other thing later.
Mrs.M: Ok...*answers phone* Hello? Oh, hi Shawn, so nice of you to call...
*Davin rolls his eyes and walks back out to the deck. He looks out on the water again as his phone rings yet again. He appears not to recognize the number*
DM: Davin Moreland...oh hey J-P...nah it's fine I'm up already...Sam? Why?...*starts laughing hysterically and takes a second to calm himself down*...I guess you didn't read the handbook when you got here....yeah, uh, you don't have to worry about that.....because there's no testing policy for OOWF?....I shit you not, man....yeah, so don't worry about it....ok....anything else?....no, I don't have a match this week, I'm not on the lineup....you want me to what? Why?....but...but isn't that what Jewel's for?....I don't care what Headjack says, it doesn't make any damned sense....well I was kinda hoping the week off would....what?....Ok, no. No. I'm guessing you never saw this guy on tape?....Just because he wasn't in OOWF doesn't mean he didn't wrestle other places....I think he's Irish....no, NOT "whatever", there's a big fucking difference....listen, instead of Sparking up or whatever, why don't you watch some tape on the guy?....of course *I* have tape, but other people do too I'm sure....ok, fine, I'll email you some, but in the meantime, watch the guy on YouTube or something....because if you're NOT prepared you're gonna get beat by this guy, and that's a shitty way to kill your push, I mean, you beat Darling twice - clean....I don't think "jobber" is an appropriate description of him....No, neither is "tomato can"; although that's damned funny and I'll give you $100 to say it to his face....yeah, if you walk up to Alex and call him a "tomato can", I'll pony up $100 for that....I bet I could get a few others to chip in too...it'd be some nice walkin' around money anyway...ok then....Yeah, I'll be there Wednesday.....Ok fine, Tuesday....fine....ok....bye.
*Davin chuckles to himself and sends a text to Samantha*
DM: Would u pay 100 to see Sparxx call Alex a tomato can 2 his face?
*seconds later, the reply*
SDM: Shit id pay 200. U want us 2 come over?
DM: Prolly bad idea. Ill explain later.
*Deep breath from Davin as he heads back into the house. His phone rings again. He checks the ID and answers*
DM: Deadly! What's up man.....yeah I know, that was a tough break on that....ok...well....you know what to do, right? It's not like you don't have scouting reports on these guys now....well sure if you want....ok well I'll be coming in on Tuesday this week....Sparxx wanted me to come in for something.....Oh he's ok, he just lives the gimmick a bit...kinda like you?....ok, I'll see you Tuesday - actually wait, I'll call you from the plane, I want to meet with you first I think....I'll let you know...ok....ok....yeah that's fine....ok, bye.
*Davin snaps the phone shut again*
DM: Jesus...enough with the phone already...
*The doorbell rings, Davin's Mom calls out from upstairs*
Mrs.M: Davin! Can you get that please?
DM: Yeah!
*He grumbles to himself a bit before answering the door. It's none other than the one, the only, Mrs. Rosie Quinn*
DM: Ah, Christ.
RQ: Nice to see you too.
DM: No, it's not that, it's just...
*There's a voice from behind Davin*
VFBD: Is it her?
DM: *without turning around* Yeah.
VFBD: Ok, let me see.
DM: Are you gonna kill her?
VFBD: He said not to. So 50/50.
DM: Best odds you've had in a long time, Auntie. Tread lightly.
*Davin moves out of the way and there's a cut to a different angle. We see Firewoman and Rosie Quinn face to face*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:19:29 GMT -5
Firewoman and Rosie stare at each other. Rosie, with hope in her eyes, Firewoman's expression, blank...emotionless. Davin appears to not know what to do.
RQ: ....
FW: ....
RQ: ....
FW: ....
RQ: Lisa, I--
FW: Yep...not happenin'.
RQ: Wait...
Fire turns to go up the stairs to her room, as Rose reaches out to stop her and puts her hand on her shoulder.
DM: DON'T!
but that's a little too late, because Fire turns on a dime and sends Rose sailing back into the wall. She lands with a crash, knocking a picture onto the floor. Fire stares down at her with the same blank expression. She takes a step but then her expression changes as she raises her hand to her head and pain appears to shoot through it. It passes momentarily, and she looks over to Davin.
DM: Look, I can't let you destroy the house.
FW: It's fine. I'm going. I need to get back.
DM: Because of this?
FW: *looking thoughtfully down at Rose, who is sobbing softly, then back up at Davin* I have a fatal fourway match for my belt, my brother....*another glance at Rose* .... well, the less said about that the better, and then there's...
DM: Tytan.
FW: Yeah. Someone needs to do something about him.
DM: You?
FW: We'll see. Either way...thanks for the vacation. I'm motoring.
DM: I'll have the jet--
FW: Naw, Daddykins hasn't cut off all the perks yet, the Darling jet is waiting.
Firewoman goes to get her stuff. Mrs. Moreland helps Rose Quinn to her feet and takes her out of the room. Davin grabs his car keys to take Fire to the airport.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:20:41 GMT -5
Firewoman is sitting alone in a darkened room with lighted candles, in a deep meditative state, or something. She opens her eyes when she senses the ninja cam. She takes a deep breath.
Tytan.
You speak the truth. I failed. I see that. I admit it.
I accept who I am.
I am a flawed, human being.
I never claimed to be good. I'm the exact opposite of good, in fact. I've never denied that. I often revel in it.
And that is the difference between you and I. I know who I am and what I am. You? You morph and change depending upon who's leading you at that moment. Because that's what you do. You latch on to someone, change your personality, your gimmick, your very being. You try to live up to whatever they expect you to be, and then when you fail at it, which you inevitably do, you blame everyone else. Well, no, usually you blame me.
Whereas I, on the other hand, make no excuses. Did I have a shitty childhood? Sure, of course. But despite Selena's video farewell, that has never been an excuse for my behavior. I burned houses down because I LIKED it. I destroyed people in the ring because it was FUN. Not because daddy hit me and mommy was a whore. Because it was WHO I AM.
It IS who I am.
And despite all that...well, maybe even because of that, Ecosystem reached out to me, and still reaches out to me.
When I was in Massachusetts, I thought that was it. I failed Eco in our match. But then he told me....I hadn't. That he understood, change is a process. Even if you don't, HE believes in me. HE knows, that the process of purification is a long one, and may not take a straight path, especially with someone like me. But I can keep trying. He will never give up on me, as long as I keep trying.
So you don't have to worry about setting me free, Tytan. Eco has already done that. The blood he shed in the ring, with your help, has purified me and made me ready for his return...Almost....Even if I stumble...even if I falter....I will be ready.
The camera pans back to show Fire is wearing one of Ecosystem's t-shirts, and there's a photo of him on her altar, surrounded by candles and flowers.
You should make yourself ready too, Tytan. Because he'll be back. Sooner than you think. And that will sparkle with me. Will it sparkle for you?
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:21:23 GMT -5
Sean Naomh Moore is sitting at the bar in the Hilton Hotel that he's staying in. The bartender recognizes him from last week's Midweek Mayhem and changes the channel on the television to OOWF-TV.
SNM: Ah, thanks, my good lad. Wait, what is this, now?
Sparxx is in the middle of an interview at the catering table.
SNM: Okay, I know I'm new to the States, but what in the bloody hell did he just say? I didn't understand a word out of his cake hole.
Bartender: Hey, don't worry about it. He's just some wigger - John Cena wannabe, I guess. Maybe a little RVD thrown in, to boot.
As Moore ponders what he just saw, in walks Paris Hilton and her BFF. Paris turns to the bartender...
PH: Hey, Tony - a round on me.
T: Uh, sure thing, Miss Hilton.
Moore looks around, to see that he and one couple are the only others in the bar. Tony the bartender sets another 22oz. Guinness in front of Moore, a bottle of tequila in front of Paris, a rum & coke in front of Paris' BFF, and takes a bottle of champagne over to the couple.
SNM: Well, thank you, my fair lady. ::raises his mug to Paris::
PH: Do I know you? ::She looks him up and down, noticing his muscles underneath his t-shirt.::
BFF: Paris, I think that's the new OOWF wrestler, Shannon Moore!
Moore chuckles lightly at this confusion.
SNM: Actually, miss, it's Sean Naomh Moore. The middle name is pronounced "Neev."
PH: Well, I didn't realize the OOWF paid its wrestlers enough to stay at our hotels.
SNM: Nah, they don't. I just invested wisely back home, and with the U.S. dollar tanking, the euro goes a bit further over here.
Paris sits down next to Moore and bats her eyes, as her BFF goes to flirt with Tony.
PH: So, how long are you in town for?
SNM: Well, my match is on Wednesday, and I'll probably leave a day or two after that - as soon as I know where we're headed.
PH: You don't know where you'll be next week - really?
SNM: No, my management team has had troubles getting their working visas in order, and Rick hasn't been too forthcoming with information. I actually wonder if he knows what he's doing, or if he's just "winging it," I believe is the phrase?
Paris eyes him, but Moore is having a difficult time telling if she's trying to be sultry, or if she's already drunk.
PH: So, where do you want to go?
SNM: Well, tonight, I'd like to be in Paris.
PH: ::smiles:: Oh, I think I can arrange a private trip for two.
Paris gets off her barstool and runs her hand across Moore's chest and shoulder. As he turns to follow her, she motions for him to follow. Moore and Paris take the elevator the penthouse suite, where Paris is staying.
SNM: Just one moment, my lady. ::turns around to face the ninja-cam:: Sorry, my good... camera... no behind the scenes footage tonight.
PH: ::looks at the ninja-cam:: Yeah, honey - I've been there, done that.
Camera fades, as Paris and Moore enter the suite.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:22:45 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen in the ring with Athena. The crowd is in mix of cheers and boos but the cheers dominate. Tytan grabs the mic and walks around and soaks in the boos as he carries his shovel on his shoulder.)
Tytan: For starters I need to address one thing. Eric thanks for the smokes but don't think I'm going to need them anytime soon. What I did was a mercy killing. Which leads me to you Wrath. Wrath, don't think I forgot about you. Mayhem, I am going to do something that I should have done a long time ago. Show the world how much of a worthless piece of crap you are. I am going to show the world, that all this time that we were tagging together I carried you. You are nothing without me and I am going to do what a lot of people in the back have wanted for a long...long time. I am going to destroy you.
(The crowd boos.)
Don't tell me you are going to start cheering for a loser like him too. Now that leads me to the real business at hand. Well....well....well, Firewoman you seem to think that you are the chosen one. The disciple of the man you know as Ecosystem. The man I knew as Juni.
Let's just get this straight you don't even deserve to mention his name. The voices in your head are all a lie....and you are doing is another one of your elaborate schemes to get over some bigger plan you have with screwing over Darling.
I mean we can't forget the whole fake pregnancy angle that you did that carried over for some how many months. I mean you had them fake an ultra sound in the middle of the ring....it was sick and the thing that made it even worse was that these sheep bought it....and after you did that there are people out there that want to still cheer for you.
Maybe you are right, I did change for whoever was the one that took me under their wing. I became what they needed me to be. But guess what Fire, there is no one leading me. I see the truth and I know what you are and what these sheep are and I am just done with it.
So this leads me to your next lesson Firewoman. You think you are worthy to follow Juni's word and vision then you have to take the next step. You were all talk about forgiveness. Hell, you said you forgave me. (Tytan laughs.) Let's see how good you are about forgiving....Firewoman I know you are in the back so get ready to come on out.....
(Looks to the crowd.) At this time I would like to introduce you to.....The Father of the Year candidate... Daddy dearest himself....Mr. Sean Quinn.
(The crowd boos and some of them don't know how to react to him. He makes his way to the ring and Tytan meets him in the middle of the ring. The crowd begins an asshole chant.)
Tytan: Well....we all know who that's for. So Mr. Quinn you were a real asshole for a father were you not?
SQ: Yes, I was.
Tytan: Now, the question today is if you were given the opportunity would you want your daughter Lisa to forgive you for being a drunken-asshole-douche bag for all off those years?
SQ: (Shaken up) Yes.
Tytan: Well sir today is your lucky day, because I want everyone to put their hands together and welcome my next guest to the ring. Your World Heavy Weight Champion....Firewoman!
(TO Be continued.)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 1, 2011 20:23:35 GMT -5
Alexander F. Darling is standing around backstage chatting with his sister Spencer and her girlfriend Ashley (nice). J-P Sparxx comes up behind him.
J-PS: Ladies...Darling.
J-P puts his arm around Alex and says nothing.
AD: What. Do you. Want?
J-PS: Nah, man, it's all good. Sorry if my pits stink, but what'cha gonn' do?
SD: Uh...you could leave.
J-PS: Calm down shortie. I'll leave ya to your shortie in a sec, I just gotta tell your bro somethin'
AD: So say what you have to say and go away.
J-PS: A'ight, bro, listen. I been wantin' ta say dis for a while, but never found the right words.
J-P pulls Darling to face him, lowers his glasses and glares at Darling.
J-PS: You son... yo punk ass a tomato can. KnowwhatI'msayin'?
J-P smacks Darling on the shoulder with a grin and walks off.
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