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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:12:40 GMT -5
OOWF Third Week Mayhem Live! From Lost Springs, WY
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Tytan vs. Stan Fulton
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u] Concrete TG, Ravenna Blue & Chris Evans vs. Moosehead Jack, Stank & LD Williams
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Shot Tournament[/u] (3)The Boardwalk Saints & Alexander Darling vs. (6)DeadTV & J-P Sparxx (4)The Flyin' Hawaiians & Mystery Partner vs. (5)Bryce Larson, Eric O'Mac & Matt Folz - (1)Drink & Destroy & Sean Moore - Bye - will face the winners of 3 vs 6 - (2)Run DLP - Bye - will face the winners of 4 vs. 5
card subject to PHWF invasion, hahahahahhahahahahah
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:13:49 GMT -5
Stan Fulton in his locker room, preparing to leave as he hears a familiar voice.
Matt Folz: Always hated 4 way matches. Too many variables, as you found out tonight.
SF: Don't you have anything better to do?
MF: Not particularly, no. Besides, I'm here on business. 3rd week Mayhem this week, I haven't seen a copy of the rundown yet. Who are we teaming with and who are we facing?
SF: We?
MF: I assume we are teaming again.
SF: You know what they say about making assumptions, you make an ass out of...
MF (cutting him off): Very funny. I'll take that as a no then.
SF: Nope, I've got a world title shot.
MF: One on one?
SF: Yep.
MF (Nodding, smiling): You deserve it. You're ready for it. I'll see your ass 8 am sharp tomorrow in the Unforgiven gym, I'm going to help you win that match. You may or may not know that, before you signed here, I used to team with Tytan briefly, I know his habits.
SF: Thanks. Thought you'd be a bit jealous, me getting a title shot before you.
MF: You're ready for one. I'm not, not yet, physically, yes, mentally no. That's why I'm teaming with Unforgiven for now. (Smirks) Just keep it warm for me.
SF (Smiles): You wish......If I win, I'll only defend it against worthy contenders, not curtain jerkers.
Folz laughs and shakes Fulton's hand.
MF: Fair enough, I'll see you tomorrow, 8am SHARP.
Folz starts to walk out when he suddenly remembers something and turns back.
MF: Hey, you got a copy of the rundown?
Fulton chuckles and hands it to him
SF: Good luck.
MF: Ok, Hawaiians and a mystery partner, I'm going to assume Poe, tough group there vs Folz, Larson, ok no problems there, and........ Oh fuck, seriously?? Hasn't his delusional ass quit yet? There's literally no one else in the company to team with?
SF: Good luck, former partner.
MF (Shaking head): Thanks. Ah well, suffer through it for this week. See you tomorrow Stan.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:14:29 GMT -5
(Foltz walk off and Stand turns and gets met by Tytan with the World Title on his shoulder and Athena on his right.)
Tytan: What did I tell you, you can't kill me.
Fulton: Never wanted to kill you, that's what you do.
Tytan: Really funny for a dead man.
Fulton: So, what are you planning on adding me to your list.
Tytan:Not sure yet. That list is only for those that need to be released from what these sheep are turning them into.
Fulton: That still doesn't make sense at all.
Tytan: You see it comes down to this. (Tytan steps in to Fulton and he matches the stare.) I can't release a failure. That's what you have been all your life. Look at how your father acts around you. Then you came here and you couldn't even win the tag-titles. You couldn't get picked on Team Alex.
Fulton: That's the Unforgiven...but Alex explained that to me.
Tytan: And Alex has also been known to lie, cheat, stretch the truth, and do what it takes to win. Besides Alex Darling is only interesting in what makes Alex Darling look good. So Stanley that ain't you.
(Fulton looks to be getting a bit angry.)
Tytan: What did I hit a nerve with you?
Fulton: No, I am just thinking of all the ways I want to hurt you.
Tytan: (Smiles) Good, get the anger...The hatred for me. Oh that's right it hasn't help Darling. It didn't help Crete, and it sure isn't going to help you.
(Tytan laughs)
Tytan: Oh and by the way yeah we teamed with Foltz but he also turned on us and I also kicked his ass. So, I would watch what advice he gives you it didn't work for him.
Fulton: Just remember Tytan I am the sane one out of the bunch that has been trying to stop you, and remember you don't have your shovel anymore.
Tytan: Stan....just remember I...am...dangerous. I am the one that the whole OOWF thinks killed two people, and now I am the World Champion. I have more control then you think and you don't even know what else I am capable of.
So train hard and remember.....I am Tytan and I am the truth and I am your Destruction.
(Tytan walks away and sees that the camera is still following him. He turns and looks at it.)
Tytan: Oh and LD stick your ugly mug into my business with little Alex again and you will become MY BUSINESS.
(Tytan and Athena then walk away.)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:15:30 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is standing in front of his fabulous new "J-P Sparxx Official Promo Screen" which is actually the South Carolina Flag. He is staring at a novelty clack on a chain (similar to the ones Flava Flav wears). Jewel is standing next to him, drinking a milkshake or something somewhat suggestively.
J-PS: I used ta luv dis thing. I thought it was cool, knowwhatI'msayin'? But now, I don see cool any mo.
J-P slams the clock down, grabs a bat from out of nowhere and starts smashing it to bits. Almost maniacally so. Finally he stops, slams the bat down and stares into the camera.
J-PS: You tapped mutha fucka. That right there...
J-P points to the smashes clock and then starts to move closer the camera as he talks.
J-PS: Dat's the only thing that saved yo ass. Time bitch! Time! Dat's my belt, and yo poser ass knows it. Wear dat belt. 'Cuz ya know what? The Spark's gonna git'cha. And ma belt, ya feel me son? Sean Neevy Poser Bitch Moore. You gots what's mine. And I'm a be comin' for it. Belee dat. KnowwhatI'msayin'?
J-P pushes the camera down and storms off.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:16:24 GMT -5
*As Matt Folz walks away from Stun Fulton, he turns a corner and Lauren Phoenix is standing there, blocking his path.*
Matt Folz: Move.
Lauren Phoenix: I don't directions from you.
Matt Folx: Seriously. I've got training to do. It looks like I'll be wrestling for two next week.
Lauren Phoenix: Say what you will about Eric O'Mac. He might be delusional. He might break the fourth wall way more often than he should. He might disappear from time to time. And he might do as little as possible to reach his goals. But you should know this" he's the best wrestler you'll ever be in the ring with.
Matt Folz: Unlikely.
Lauren Phoenix: Keep thinking that. But when you do, you need to keep thinking that this is a former OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. When you do, you need to keep thinking that this is a 3 time Onslaught Champion. When you do, you need to keep thinking that this was someone who was so dominant in the Onslaught division that the OOWF had to strip him of his championship in order to make the division more competitive.
Matt Folz: What ever. Just tell him to show up.
*When Matt Folz turns around, he sees Eric O'Mac.*
Eric O'Mac: So tell me, Mr. Mercenary, what the fuck have you done since you've joined the OOWF?
Matt Folz: You don't want to do this.
Eric O'Mac: Oh, but I do. You see, I get bored really easily. So, yeah, when I get tired of the OOWF, I'll take off. When I think the competition isn't up to snuff, I'll take off. And yeah, if there's an easy way out of a match, I'll take it. But you are in NO position to criticize me when you haven't done jack shit around here. So, you can wish for me to quit all you want, you can think I'm an asshole, a douchebag, whatever. But at the end of the day, I get results, and I plan on getting results Wednesday.
Matt Folz: Whatever. You're still full of shit.
Eric O'Mac: Ask me if I give a fuck.
*With that, Eric and Lauren walk away. When they turn the corner, Eric turns to Lauren.*
Eric: How's that for a new character?
Lauren: DAMNIT, ERIC! THE CAMERAS!
Eric: Shit.
Lauren: You were so close too.
Eric: Ask me if I give a fuck.
Lauren: Ahahaha, I see what you did there.
Eric: HA!
*Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:17:14 GMT -5
The Texpress arrive in LOST SPRINGS, WYOMING (Cheap Pop) It looks like Chad Madison has traded his Ricky-Morton styled noseguard for the Clear Faemask Richard Hamilton and other NBA'ers have worn. Naturally, they are approached by a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist.
RNSFJ: Chad, Zane, Don't you find it odd that you two and Davin have been seeded and given a first round bye despite the fact that Run DLP has lost both of it's recent Trios matches?
Chad: Not really. You see if you look back at the long and glorious tradition of the OOWF Campeonas de Trios, you will find that the name Run DLP is at the forefront. Inagural Champions. 3 other Title runs.
Zane: And, if you look at the current field, who else has worked together for so long? Noone. So despite our lack of success recently, it would be a HUGE mistake to overlook Run DLP
RNSFJ: Speaking of that, Isn't it time to change the name? You and Chad are no longer L & P. Wouldn't Run DCZ Or MMM be more appropriate?
~~ Zane just stares at her blankly
Chad: It's a name. Did the 4 Horsemen change when they added members? Did the Big Ten change when it added Penn State?
RNSFJ: What about your relationship with Davin? He seems to have an attitude about winning that doesn't exactly co-incide with the two of you.
Zane: You're right. Davin does things Davin's way. The fact is we don't see eye to eye on alot. The truth is.. thqat's been the case since we met him. You can like someone and be their friend without liking everything they do. We didn't join DELIVERS. Neither of us would have joined GFY. But, when push comes to shove, Davin knows we're behind him.
Chad: Between the ropes, Davin is about being the best. We are about being the best. We've worked together before so there's a chemistry that these make-shift teams have yet to develop.
RNSFJ: Last week you were involved in the Tag Team Title Match
Zane: Let me cut you off right there. Congratulations to Jack & Taylor. They won those Championships legitimately and will make great champions.
Chad: Moose, Stank. You can pat each other on the back for keeping the Championships away from us. The fact is you lost as well. And for what? We're still standing. And once the dust settles, we'll still be here, with one goal in mind. The OOWF World Tag Team Championships
Zane: With or without the championships, we are still The Measuring Stick of the tag team division.
Tiger Woods is great, but Nicklaus still has more Majors
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:17:51 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is backstage, just behind the curtain of an arena.**
LDW: “I know there are other things I need to address this week, but first I have something to say to our World Title holder. Tytan, you accuse me of sticking my nose in your business. Apparently I haven’t explained myself very well. I want to show you something…maybe it’ll help some other folks understand as well.”
**Williams steps through the curtain into a lit, but empty, arena. He walks halfway down the aisle and turns to face the camera, still backing toward the ring.**
LDW: “Look familiar? It’s an arena. Doesn’t matter where - one’s as good as another for our purposes. But this space - the ring, the aisle, the crowd - it’s part of us. It’s where we do what we do. Sure, we can fight in other places. We can even call it wrestling. But the heart and soul of professional wrestling is here.
**Williams climbs into the ring.**
This space also has another name…My Yard.
You can look around the OOWF, and you will find a lot of people better equipped to lead. Guys like Davin and Stank, and even Alex on his best days, are far more charismatic, far more entertaining, and far more socially competent than I am. People like that are the face of this company.
But, when you strip everything else away, the heart and soul of the OOWF…is L.D. Williams.
Tytan, the things you’ve done…and the fact that you carry that belt…you’ve defiled my ring. You’ve defiled our sport. You’ve defiled ME.
The only reason I haven’t come after you with a vengeance that would make Moosehead Jack crawl into a corner and hide…is because other people have a right to stop you.
As Fire’s husband, Alexander has the right to the first shot - that’s why I’ve offered him my support. Stan Fulton, for all he’s done, has decided to step up and do the right thing. He deserves the chance to prove himself. Concrete - he’s been a hero even when people didn’t want him to be. He has a right to defend justice his way.
Y’see, Tytan, with me, it’s not personal. I feel no need to be the one to end your reign of terror. I just want to see it ended. If Alex, or Stan, or ‘Crete, or Ravenna, or…well just about anyone really, puts an end to you, I will happily stand on that stage and applaud. It would be far better for the OOWF if that happens. But, if I have to take matters into my own hands…may whatever you believe in have mercy on whatever you think you have.
Remember this Tytan, above all else...
My ring cries out for vengeance. And I. Will. Have it.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:19:01 GMT -5
(Tytan sees LD's promo and watches it on the monitor.)
Tytan: Well...well...well. Let's see another wrestler that has stepped up to the plate and it will be like Alex Darling on a date. You will strike out.
(Tytan laughs.)
LD, you see all these people have claimed that they will end my reign of Terror....should we start with Firewoman. She failed. Crete, the best he got was my shovel. But other then that he failed. Alex Darling..well he's more interested in his little posse and trying to outwit Davin. So, now the current attempt Fulton.
You know, he means well. He's the only one that has really stepped up. But the thing is he is going to fall short.
So, when I am done with him.
You are next.
You say it's your ring. But I rule the World. So, you want play. I am never hard to find.
You want to dance my card will be open after Mayhem.
And I will show the OOWF what you really are.
I will make the sheep see you for who you are and that is just another casualty in showing the truth.
I am Tytan and I am the truth, and I am your destruction.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:19:48 GMT -5
At the Lost Springs, WY Humane Society D.H. Magnusson is LOCKING~! the door for the night. DHM: Yeah, sure...Go ahead an' take off - I'll close up for ya...Naw I get it, cutbacks an' all.... : You know, someday you really need to quit the whole "muttering to yourself" thing. People may start to talk. DHM whips around, to see Firewoman leaning nonchalantly against the wall. FW: I mean it, Dag. Next thing you know, you'll be seeing dead people, and they'll fit you for that jacket with the nice pretty long sleeves. DHM: Uh-uh. Forget it. This ain't happening. I don't believe in this spooky crap. FW: And yet here I am. DHM: No, you ain't. FW: You do realize that you're talking to me, right? You're SPEAKING TO ME RIGHT NOW. DHM: Naw, I got knocked out, or passed out drunk, or... FW: DAG HAMMARSKJOLD MAGNUSSON! By the Gods you are in the singlemost bullheaded. stubborn, dense, muleheaded man I have ever known! And YOU know MY family! I am STANDING HERE, talking to YOU, and you're STILL....No. Fine. You know what? You're admitting I exist. Or existed. Whatever. My tenses are all screwed up. But you're admitting it - that's more than you've done in months. DHM: Fire... FW: Just shut up a second. That's the whole reason we're having this chat. You, you big idiot. You, and that concrete between your ears. For being the guy that always talks about heart, you have a hell of long way to go about actually paying attention other peoples. Spencer and Lexie had to browbeat you into helping Alex? After all he's been trying to do, you STILL keep yelling about him? DHM: He's an ASSH- FW: No. No he isn't. He isn't, and you know it. You know he's trying to do the right thing. You know he's doing it for the right reasons. But as usual, you can't accept that someone who made the grand error of doing you wrong could EVER try to mend a fence or two. And the whole damned time you're ignoring the fact that you tried to cripple Spin....your brother Spin....for months. Spin and Jack gave you a second chance - and you can't be bothered to do that for someone else? You were always a lot of things to me, Dag - I never thought I'd have to add "hypocrite" to that list. DHM: Lee- FW smiles : You're still shutting up. I don't have a lot of time left here, so you need to listen. Alex's heart is in the right place, but his mind isn't. You don't have to be his friend, you don't even have to LIKE him, but he needs someone he can count on. Someone who won't cross him up. Someone to watch out for him. And it's going to be you. Cut him a little slack, and he may even surprise you. You BOTH need him to surprise you. Understand? DHM:... FW: Good. And one more thing. Quit being such so dense. People are going to screw up. Even people close to you. They might even kick in you the face... DHM: ...twice... FW: ...yes, twice. But that doesn't mean they have to be dead to the world for the rest of your lives. Get over it, and get over yourself. Accept things once in a while, you dummy. DHM: Hell, Sparky...it wasn't... FW: Yes it was. Save it. We don't have the time for it. You have to go. DHM's shoulder begins shaking : Huh? Don't you mean YOU have to go? FW: No. I meant what I said. YOU have to go. Honestly, I don't how you're managing to... Spencer Darling : ...sleep in this madhouse. DHM looks around from his seat at the back of the bar, shaking his head as the roar from inside the DESTROYITARIUM and the championship celebration rages on. DHM: ....balls. Spence, get Alex over here if y'can wouldja? I need to talk to him.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:20:25 GMT -5
*The celebration in the Destroyitarium is raging on when Sean Naomh Moore walks up to the bar and sets down an empty pint glass. The bartender starts to draw another pint of Guinness, and OBJ and DDT walk over. They all exchange fist bumps.*
SNM: Congratulations!
OBJ: Thanks, mate!
*DDT nods*
SNM: Since we're teaming up this week, I hope we'll keep the winning streak going.
*DDT grabs the pint glass from the bartender, and makes a shamrock on top of the head*
OBJ: Good point, Danny. Tapping into the luck of the Irish couldn't hurt.
SNM (drinks stout): In that case, slainte!
*OBJ reaches behind the bar and grabs a bottle of Black Bush*
OBJ: I've been saving this for a special occasion, and if this isn't a special occasion I don't know what is.
*OBJ pours 2 glasses and looks at SNM*
OBJ: Can I tempt you with a Protestant whiskey?
SNM: Only because it's a special occasion.
*OBJ pours another glass and they all drink*
OBJ (after belching): Croi follain agus gob fliuch!
*DDT raises his eyebrows*
SNM: You speak Irish?
OBJ: Where do you think my ancestors were deported from?
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:21:10 GMT -5
The celebration continues in the Destroyatorium, and it doesn't look like it's slowing down any time soon. DVD and Wally appear to be engaged in a game of "who can top this" in regards to their exploits with the fairer gender. Ashley brings another round over to the bar, and Danny takes two glasses and heads over to the corner where Spencer is waking up DH. Spencer leaves (presumably to get Alex for DH) and Danny hands DH a glass.
DH: Thanks, and congratulations on the title win. You are really adapting to the Drink and Destroy mentality.
Danny smiles and nods his head in thanks. He then motions over to OBJ and SNM at the bar, points to DH and then shrugs his shoulders.
DH: Yeah, I was kinda wondering that myself. You would think as a pre existing trio, we would be put together for this, but I guess the booker has other plans. I guess sense I'm training Unforgiven, he wants me to work with Lexie and the As.......
Spencer (from across the room): Let it go DH.
DH: Anyways, you boys should be okay. Sean seems like a decent person, and he did beat LD for the Onslaught title, so you can't argue with the success.
Danny nods again, before pointing at himself and then DH and knocking his fists together.
DH: What happens if we meet, well I suppose then the crowd really gets there money's worth.
Both DH and Danny smile at this and clink drinks. They both down them and slam the mugs on the table.
DH: All right, I need to talk with the Ass...Alexander, you go rejoin Jack and enjoy the taste of victory.
Danny smiles and starts to head off, when DH grabs his arm. Danny turns back to look at him.
DH: Never forget, this is why we do what we do, If you can't enjoy a title win, you don't need to be in this business.
Danny nods in understanding before rejoining the celebration.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:21:59 GMT -5
~~~ We fade in to see Matt Folz leaving the OOWF Arena Gym, having wrapped up an Unforgiven workout session. He turns a corner to head back to his Locker Room when he is BLINDSIDED by a UNKNOWN FIGURE with a CHAIN! the camera only manages to catch portions of the beatdown, but we see a slightly older bald man with a full beard brandishing the chain. He wraps it around his arm and hits a CHAIN ASSISTED SICKLE. He drops down and a referee materializes. 1...2...3! WINNER and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion... Comrade Sharkoff?!?!?!? CS: I tell you stupid Capitalists that I am here to fight. IF that other place cannot give me fight, I find somewhere else to fight. I will beat you lazy Americans and make you squeal like the Capitalist Pigs you really are. (Holds the belt up high) Comrade Sharkoff Number 1! Russia Number 1! CCCP Number 1!USSR Number 1!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:22:31 GMT -5
*Fade in.*
*We see Bryce Larson working out in a gym in the OOWF Arena in Lost Springs, Wyoming. Eric O'Mac walks in and Bryce immediately stops.*
Bryce Larson: Don't take another step further.
Eric O'Mac: Calm down.
Bryce Larson: Seriously. I don't want anything to do with you. And I don't want what ever you have in that gift basket that you're hiding behind your back.
Eric O'Mac: This?
*Eric holds up a gift basket full of oranges.*
Eric O'Mac: This isn't for you. I'm dropping this off at Davin's locker room. He hasn't been responding to my calls.
Bryce Larson: Fine. What do you want?
Eric O'Mac: What, I can't talk with one of my partners in order to prepare for a match?
Bryce Larson: It's not that you can't do that....you DON'T do that. That's not you.
Eric O'Mac: You're absolutely right. You see, I'd rather sleep in than get up early and work out. I'd rather watch Glee and Psych than watch film on my opponent. I'd rather eat a Big Mac than a protein bar.
Bryce Larson: And what's your point?
Eric O'Mac: My point is, I'm doing pretty damn good for myself.
Bryce Larson: Good for you. I'm glad things come pretty easy for you.
Eric O'Mac: Oh, you should be thanking me. Because I want you along for the ride.
Bryce Larson: Excuse me?
Eric O'Mac: You heard me. We're teaming up this week, and that's the first step. We win a Trios Title shot, then we'll win the Trios Titles. But I'm thinking bigger picture. You see, beyond all of my faults, beyond all of the reasons people love me or hate me...I'm a pretty damn good wrestler. It's in my blood. My family IS wrestling. But I have a certain level of respect for guys like you who work hard, work their way up to the big times. I'm thinking we can do some damn good work as a team.
Bryce Larson: First of all, I know your tag team history. The first tag partner you had got raped, the second is allegedly gay for you and shot himself.
Eric O'Mac: Allegedly. That's never been confirmed.
Bryce Larson: So, either way, you don't have a good track record when it comes to teams. You have NEVER worked well with others. Remember how much you pissed off people when you joined DEVIL?
Eric O'Mac: That was a long time ago.
Bryce Larson: That was TWO months ago. Besides, I'm working with Alexander Darling in Unforgiven. He's taken me under his wing. I'll get to the top the right way.
Eric O'Mac: Look, I'm a pretty easy going guy, and I'm trying hard to contain my laughter. Look, Alex is who he is. He use to be my best friend. I use to want to bang his sister. Actually, I still do, but that's irrelevant. My point is, I know him. Alex likes to use people. He used me to become relevant. The moment I wasn't useful for him, he handcuffed me to the ring and humiliated me. You ever wonder why I disappeared when we were suppose to have this great feud? Payback. I wasn't going to be his stepping stone anymore. And right now? He's using you to one-up Davin. And when he's done with you, he's going to spit you out of his mouth.
Bryce Larson: I doubt that's going to happen, and even if it does, I'm strong enough to hold my own.
Eric O'Mac: That you are. Look, i'm not asking you to become me. A team doesn't work if both members are exactly the same. Look at the Hardy Boyz. They worked because they both didn't do drugs and both weren't fat. Look at the Dudley Boyz. They worked because one was black and one was white. They weren't the same. I don't need you to sleep til 2 p.m., watch Psych, Glee, and Burn Notice marathons, repeatedly apply to be on Survivor and eat all the junk you want. I just want you to be yourself. Come train. Eat healthy. Watch film. Hell, you can still be a part of Unforgiven...if your master will allow you to team with me. But as a team....we would work. You see, I don't NEED you. I'm a made man. It's funny, I could quit the OOWF twice a year, and STILL be welcome back because I'm that damn good. I'm a former OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, and one of the most dominant Onslaught wrestlers EVER. So, believe me when I tell you that I don't NEED to team with you or anyone to make myself happy. I'm content with the way things are now. But you, my friend....you NEED guidance. And right now, you are seeking the wrong kind of guidance. Not to be a catchphrase stealer, but I'm not telling you anything you don't already know.
Bryce Larson: You know my answer.
Eric O'Mac: Yeah, I know your answer. The thing is, you don't know your answer. So even though you think you are going to say no, I want you to think about it. And we'll team up with Matt Folz Wednesday to attempt to win the Trios Titles. And then we'll see how you feel. Me and you, Bryce, we can start a revolution. We can dominate the team ranks. We can be the OOWF's version of Kurt Angle and Chris Benoit. I'll even be the homicidal, suicidal one. You can be Chris Benoit.
Bryce Larson: HA!
Eric O'Mac: Um....yeah. About that....don't do that. My catchphrase. Although, if we were to team, I'll let you borrow it from time to time. Any ways, think about it. Talk it over with Alex if you want. I don't care. But at the end of the day, you'll want to team with me. You'll want to make history. You can choose to do that...or you can be a footnote in Alexander Darling's career. Ask me if I give a shit about which one you choose. It's your career.
*With that, Eric O'Mac turns around, grabs the fruit basket, and steps out. We see Eric drop the fruit basket in front of a door down the hall before we fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:23:24 GMT -5
After Eric drops off his fruit basket, he passes Noelani, who's texting, in the hallway.
EOM: Helloooooooo nurse.
N: I don't talk to quitters.
EOM: I don't quit. I...take a leave of absence.
Noelani says nothing but keeps on walking.
EOM: Bitch.
Noelani enters the Flyin' Hawai'ians' dressing room. Kai and Aina and are doing synchronized push ups as part of their workout routine.
N: Aloha boys.
K: Mele Kalikimaka!
Aina stops the push ups and stares at Kai; a near identical look Noelani is giving him.
N: He's doing that random phrase shouting thing again. I should call Dr. Polamalu.
K: I'm early, so what? I love this time of year.
A: I'd love a partner for Wednesday. Find us one yet?
N: A last resort, but yes, I've found one.
A: ...and they are?
Noelani winks.
N: It's a surprise.
A: Do we know this person?
N: Yes. Very well.
K: Is it Santa?
N: No, Kai, it's not Santa.
Aina glares at Noelani and goes back to his push ups.
N: Don't glare Aina. It makes your eyes look small.
A: As long as they can go.
N: You've known them for a long time and they match your style.
A: Maika`i
N: So, relax.
K: Frankie say relax!
N: I'm calling Dr. Polamalu
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:24:09 GMT -5
As the celebration continues to rage in the Destroyatorium, a thump is heard outside the door. Danny hears it and walks over opening the door. Laying on the floor is a basket full of oranges. Danny picks it up and carries it over to the bar where the rest of the crew is lining up another round of shots.
Sean: What do you got there fella?
Danny shrugs and drops the basket on the bar top. Ashley comes over and takes the card off the top.
Ashley: (reading aloud) Dynamite Davin Moreland, Congratulations on your tag team title win, I knew you had it in you. You should give me a call we could totally team some time. Great working with you again. Eric O'Mac.
Everyone at the bar gets quite not sure if this particular basket was actually meant for them. The silence is suddenly broken.
OBJ: (loud belch) That's Australian for close enough mate!
A loud cheer echos from the group, and more drinks are passed as the party kicks into high gear.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:24:31 GMT -5
FADE IN. Scene is locker room with a seated Stan Fulton sitting with his axe handle over his knees and a towel over his head. It appears he’s just come from a rough work out.
“You claim that you are going to show all the sheep in the OOWF the way. You say that you are the truth and the destruction.
“Well I have news for your Tytan. You do not know the Truth. You do not have the insight into the true nature of the universe.
“But you know what? I do.
“The truth of the matter is, Tytan, you are nothing more than a schoolyard bully. You hurt people because it makes you feel better about your worthless existence. You’ve failed at everything you’ve ever done until recently.
“And you know what? I know what you are. A man like you has got a great big hole, right in the middle of him. You can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.
“You are looking for revenge. Revenge for bein’ born.
“But you shall get no satisfaction from me, sir. I shall not be another notch on your proverbial pistol grip, or shovel in this case. For I have something you can never have.
“Faith.
“Faith in the nature of the universe. Faith that this universe will not allow some thing like you to go unpunished. Faith that those who have come before me will be with me and fill my soul with their Spirit and their Light. I shall be their Salvation to move from this Life to the next.
“And you know what, Tytan?
“That sparkles with me.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:25:46 GMT -5
*Alexander Darling's private room*
The room is in almost total darkness except for the flickering of the television and the blinking lights of a small Christmas tree. The television is showing a loop of Firewoman's last match with Tytan. We see Alexander sitting on the couch continuously hitting rewind and showing the final moments of the match. Possibly her life. And over and over again he does this. Just sits there watching it when all of a sudden the room is illuminated from the doorway and we see someone enter the room and take a seat next to Alex. Alex looks surprised at first when he looks next to him...
Alexander: What are you doing here?
Voice: Surprised someone came to see you?
Alexander: Not really. I figured one of you would be by sooner or later. What can I do for you?
Voice: It's not what you can do for me. It's what you can do for her?
Alexander: I'm doing everything I can Spence, but it's so hard. Even when we were fighting with each other, she was one of the only people who could see through me. She'd cut through the bullshit and force me to face the truth.
Spencer: And what truth do you need to face now?
Alexander: Maybe Stank and Eric and even Tytan are right. Maybe I'm a hypocrite. Maybe I'm selfish.
*SLAP*
Spencer: I'm...wow, I'm sorry. I just...
Alexander: Did you just really smack me?
Spencer: Alex, I...I didn't mean...
Alexander: No...you got my attention now. I can't believe you just slapped me.
Spencer: Someone had to and if Fire's not here to make you face the facts, then I guess I can do it as your sister. I've followed your career from the start Alex and I've been your sister for longer. I've seen what you can do when you're being selfish and looking out for yourself. You leave no one left to stop you. You lie, you cheat, you steal, and you use every dirty trick ever to get what you want and it doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process. And I've see what you can do when you find people you care about. What you're willing to do to help them. To save them when they don't even know they need saving. I know you Alexander Darling and who cares what Tytan, Stank, and Eric say or think about you. The people who truly matter know you've changed. They know that the man you're becoming, the wrestler you are is something good and honorable in a world of evil and dishonor.
Alexander: I'm not sure if I can believe that Spence. Even my allies think I'm an asshole.
Spencer: I'm so gonna slap him too. Mags has a hard time letting go of the past, but deep down he knows. And so does Matty Ice. And Bryce. And if they don't know, that's on them. You can only do so much Alex.
Alexander: But how do I know if I'm doing enough? How will I ever know that I did enough to pay Tytan back for what he took from me. Took away from the world. How will I know I've done enough to leave a legacy?
Spencer: I'm not sure you'll ever know Alex. No one ever does. You just have to believe in yourself. Let the people close to you believe in you enough to show you that you've done enough. Basically, be the Alexander Darling we all know you can be.
Alexander: I'm just not sure it's worth it Spence. Fire's gone.
Spencer: She's not gone Alex and deep down you know it. She'll always be here.
Spencer reaches out and pokes Alex in the chest.
Alexander: Thanks Spence. I needed that. But, what are you doing here besides being my guardian angel.
Spencer: DH wants to talk to you. And you're missing the party. Come celebrate with D&D. You're a member of the extended family and you should be there.
Alexander: Great. Now I get to be called an asshole again.
Spencer: If he does that, you tell me or Ashley and we'll take care of DH. He's got to learn manners.
Alexander: From you two? God help him.
Spencer: Funny big brother. Now let's go.
Alex and Spencer rise from the couch and with one last look at the television, Aleander turns it off and they leave the room.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:26:18 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is working out on a punching bag in a gym. Jewel is off in a corner. It doesn't matter what she's doing. Davin Moreland walks in.
DM: J-P, how's it going?
J-PS: Goin'? It's gone, son. That Irish douchebag has me belt and I'm stuck in dis Trios shit when I should be gettin' ma rematch, knowwhatI'msayin'?
DM: Those are the breaks kid. You just have to be ready for the next one.
J-P stops punching the bag and turns to Davin.
J-PS: Fuck dat shit. I makes ma own luck. Neevy Poser's gonna feel da pain of The Spark, knowwhatI'msayin'?
DM: No, enlighten me.
J-PS: I'm gonna...
DM: You're gonna punch him so hard that you're gonna punch him really hard! I've done that promo.
J-PS: Whatevs Davs. I'm just so. fucking. mad.
DM: Look, kid, I know you are. But you need to focus your energy on this week.
J-PS: Teaming with Dead and VanDam, I know.
DM: His name is Tyler VanGuard.
J-PS: My bads. I can't remember the last time I heard anything from him.
DM: Yeah, well, Dead's a good partner. Former I-C Champ.
J-PS: Yeah. I 'member.
DM: Seriously. You have a lot of talent. You're just kind of all over the place. Focus your energy and you could be one the best. That's why I chose you to join GFY.
J-PS: Not ma good looks?
DM: I don't roll that way.
J-PS: Look at'cha, Davin Moreland, rollin' with da slang.
DM: Okay, get back to your workout. Let me know when you wanna watch some tape.
J-PS: Will do Davin, will do. Holla.
DM: Yeah, holla.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:26:51 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams walks into Moosehead Jack’s locker room. For once, there’s more than one light bulb lit.**
MHJ: “L.D.”
LDW: “Jack.”
MHJ: “Slumming?”
LDW: “What’s that supposed to mean?”
MHJ: “I figured you’d be hanging out with your new best-buddy Alex.”
LDW <shaking his head>: “What, so we’re twelve now?”
MHJ: “You made your choice.”
LDW: “You’re right, I did. And it’s no different than any of the choices we’ve made over the years.”
MHJ: “This one is. You’re becoming one of them.”
LDW: “Jack, this isn’t about them, or him, or any of the other things that live in your mind. Hell, it’s not even about you. For once, it’s about me. “
MHJ: “For once?”
LDW: “Remember when you decided we should team up with the Three Piece Set? I put up with those douche bags without saying-”
**Jack raises an eyebrow.**
LDW: “Fine. I said a lot of things. But I went along. When you bailed on me to join Stank chasing ‘Crete -”
MHJ: “For the thousandth time, I DID NOT BAIL!”
LDW: “Forget it. Water under the bridge. The point is, whenever there was something you had to do, I went along. This time it’s my turn. I need to do this.”
MHJ: “If you think for one second that I’m going to help that pathetic piece of-”
WLD: “I’m backing Alex because it’s the right thing to do, Jack. I’m not asking for your help, or your approval. Just accept it for what it is and don’t interfere.”
MHJ: “And if I don’t?”
WLD: “Jack, you know there are few things in this world that I value more than your friendship. This is one of them. I gave up trying to change your mind on anything a long time ago, but if you back me into a corner on this…We have titles to win Wednesday night. After that…you do what you have to do.”
**Williams turns and walks out, leaving Jack looking thoughtful.**
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:27:20 GMT -5
Sean Naomh Moore and the Drink & Destroy boys are still pounding 'em down in the Destroyatarium when an underage-looking SFJ comes in with a cam operator and begins questioning Moore.
SFJ: Sean Moore, you survived an epic beating by J-P Sparxx to retain your Onslaught Championship. Any thoughts on what Sparxx has been saying?
SNM: Who are you? And how did you get in here? I thought minors weren't allowed...
SFJ: My name is AJ. And I walked in through the front door. And I'm 23, you know...
SNM: Oh, really? OK. Well, I have no idea what Sparxx has been saying. I was in the trainer's room, getting my knee wrapped and braced, then I came here. Enlighten me - what has the kid been yapping about?
OBJ: :belches and pats his stomach: Australian for: All. Night. Long.
Those in hearing distance erupt with laughter and AJ's cam operator brings up the recent Sparxx interviews for Moore on his monitor. Suddenly, SoCalChristy appears and taps on AJ's shoulder.
SCC: I'll take it from here, kiddo.
AJ walks off in a huff, but the cam operator stays.
SCC: So, congratulations on the win. And what's with the pipsqueak?
SNM: Thanks, and I don't know what she was doing. I thought it was pretty well-known that theRick wanted you to interview me. Oh, well...
SCC: Well, then - what do you think of J-P's comments?
SNM: Heh. That boy thinks he should be Onslaught Champion now. Well, he's got some learnin' to do. Two wrongs don't make a right. I never tapped against you. That's where you're wrong the first time. And the second time where you're wrong? Onslaught Champions don't take shortcuts in their matches. The Onslaught Championship is about wrestling - not taking things outside the ring and trying to get away with illegal maneuvers while the referee is down and out. So, you don't deserve this title.
SCC: Wow, strong words. How is the leg doing, anyway?
SNM: Well, it's probably a good thing I'm not defending the title this coming week, as I don't know that I could go a full match by myself. Fortunately, I have my boys - :speaks up, so everyone in the Destroyatarium can hear: - the NEW OOWF Tag Champs, Danny and Jack-
Everyone lets out a loud cheer, except Jack, who just lets go an extraordinarily loud belch.
SNM: - as my partners.
SCC: The Onslaught Champion and the Tag Champs, teaming together - it would seem like your team has the advantage. Especially since you have a bye in the first round. Of course, you could very well end up facing J-P Sparxx in the second round.
SNM: :smiles: Well, it won't be Onslaught Rules, will it? So, if need be, I won't have any problems taking things out of the squared circle. Plus, I know my boys will have my back, should ol' Sparky get out of line. Oh, it won't be easy, mind you. But things look good, don't they? Now, Christy, care to join us in a celebratory drink? Or three?
SCC: Thought you'd never ask...
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:27:47 GMT -5
Sean Naomh Moore and the Drink & Destroy boys are still pounding 'em down in the Destroyatarium when an underage-looking SFJ comes in with a cam operator and begins questioning Moore.
SFJ: Sean Moore, you survived an epic beating by J-P Sparxx to retain your Onslaught Championship. Any thoughts on what Sparxx has been saying?
SNM: Who are you? And how did you get in here? I thought minors weren't allowed...
SFJ: My name is AJ. And I walked in through the front door. And I'm 23, you know...
SNM: Oh, really? OK. Well, I have no idea what Sparxx has been saying. I was in the trainer's room, getting my knee wrapped and braced, then I came here. Enlighten me - what has the kid been yapping about?
OBJ: :belches and pats his stomach: Australian for: All. Night. Long.
Those in hearing distance erupt with laughter and AJ's cam operator brings up the recent Sparxx interviews for Moore on his monitor. Suddenly, SoCalChristy appears and taps on AJ's shoulder.
SCC: I'll take it from here, kiddo.
AJ walks off in a huff, but the cam operator stays.
SCC: So, congratulations on the win. And what's with the pipsqueak?
SNM: Thanks, and I don't know what she was doing. I thought it was pretty well-known that theRick wanted you to interview me. Oh, well...
SCC: Well, then - what do you think of J-P's comments?
SNM: Heh. That boy thinks he should be Onslaught Champion now. Well, he's got some learnin' to do. Two wrongs don't make a right. I never tapped against you. That's where you're wrong the first time. And the second time where you're wrong? Onslaught Champions don't take shortcuts in their matches. The Onslaught Championship is about wrestling - not taking things outside the ring and trying to get away with illegal maneuvers while the referee is down and out. So, you don't deserve this title.
SCC: Wow, strong words. How is the leg doing, anyway?
SNM: Well, it's probably a good thing I'm not defending the title this coming week, as I don't know that I could go a full match by myself. Fortunately, I have my boys - :speaks up, so everyone in the Destroyatarium can hear: - the NEW OOWF Tag Champs, Danny and Jack-
Everyone lets out a loud cheer, except Jack, who just lets go an extraordinarily loud belch.
SNM: - as my partners.
SCC: The Onslaught Champion and the Tag Champs, teaming together - it would seem like your team has the advantage. Especially since you have a bye in the first round. Of course, you could very well end up facing J-P Sparxx in the second round.
SNM: :smiles: Well, it won't be Onslaught Rules, will it? So, if need be, I won't have any problems taking things out of the squared circle. Plus, I know my boys will have my back, should ol' Sparky get out of line. Oh, it won't be easy, mind you. But things look good, don't they? Now, Christy, care to join us in a celebratory drink? Or three?
SCC: Thought you'd never ask...
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:28:34 GMT -5
Eric O'Mac is walking towards his locker room while talking on his cell phone.
EOM: Yeah, for real. I'm being serious now...yes, I'm actually gonna try to win matches...no, I'm not gonna sit on a chair at ringside and take the cheap opportunity, well, not unless it'll totally work...no, I'm not gonna do that either...look, fine, you don't believe me. I'll show you on Wednesday...no, I don't know who I'm facing. It's the Flyin' Hawai'ians and someone else. They haven't said...no, I really don't know who it is...me? Oh, Bryce Larson and Matt Folz...yeah, he's still a bit crazy...no, he's not teaming with Fulton, at least I don't think...look, I'm at my dressing room. I'll talk to you later.
Eric closes his phone and opens the door. It's dark inside so he flips the switch. The switch doesn't work. He flips the switch a few more times with no results, but he then notices a dim glow coming from somewhere in the locker room. He walks towards it and finally sees it.
EOM: What the hell?
We finally see what Eric is looking at. It's a skull with a candle in it sitting on a table with a red table cloth with gold trim.
EOM: We need better security.
Eric opens his phone and starts dialing.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:29:30 GMT -5
(Tytan heads out to the center of the ring with Athena carrying the World Title. They walk out to Linkin Park's "It doesn't really matter".The boos that Tytan receive are deafening. Garbage is being thrown into the ring. Tytan poses at the ring post and then takes the mic.)
Tytan: Well it seems that the loudest mouth has gone quiet. Alex little buddy where are you. It seems the fraud has pulled a fast one and now has let some of the others step up to try and take on the big bad wolf.
So now that means I am going to start with you. Stan Fulton....Stanley, you want to talk about someone with a dark hole in the center of them. It seems to me I remember you being someone like that too when you first entered the OOWF. What was your handler's name again?
You talked about this dark hole...
(Trunk Monkeys roll the tape.)
You hurt people because it makes you feel better about your worthless existence. You’ve failed at everything you’ve ever done until recently.
And you know what? I know what you are. A man like you has got a great big hole, right in the middle of him. You can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.
You are looking for revenge. Revenge for bein’ born.
(Tytan then looks at the camera.)
You call me a failure....well buddy. Let's look at the record books. I am one title away from being one of the fastest to ever become a Grand Slam Champion. I have held the tag-titles on numerous occasions. You couldn't even win the titles and Matt Foltz was carrying your sorry ass.
Look at how quick he left you when a better opportunity came along. And you call me a failure. Should I find your Father and see what he thinks of you?
I will once again show the truth in the OOWF and bring my destruction to you.
You are not me....and you aren't even worthy to step in the ring with me.
Now,
let's move onto someone else. LD Williams, I guess we are going to start calling you Little Alex's attack dog. What else do you do for him? If he tells you jump do ask how high?
Do you even give a "Yes, Sir."
That's the reason you are not going to get this title.
You have never been your own man. That's something you and I have in common.
I was where you are once. I has to destroy what was holding me back. Maybe you need to do the same thing?
This bet he has with Davin. It's keeping you from being who you really are. All I am doing is showing you the truth. And when someone like you starts listening to them....
well we have seen what has happened to the others.
(Tytan laughs and the music begins.)
(Tytan starts to walk up the ramp with Athena then stops and turns back for the mic.)
Tytan: Oh and Moose. You are a smart man, smarter then people give you credit for.
(Tytan drops the mic and walks off.)
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:30:08 GMT -5
Before Tytan can leave the arena the lights go out and the crowd murmurs. It is so dark only the top turnbuckles closest to the camera are visible. Finally a single narrow spotlight is podded up. A small circle in the middle of the ring is illuminated and the voice of The Crusher Stan Fulton sounds out of the darkness.
“Tytan. The titles you have held and the one you hold now do not make up for the failure that is your life. Our prophet, Junichiro, tried to show you that, but you turned away from his light.
"You are correct about one thing. I was as cold hearted as you are now. But I was saved, Tytan. You however do not seem to want salvation. You claim that you are showing the OOWF the truth of us. That you are the one that will lead us to Salvation.
"You, though, are not the Truth. You are the false prophet. Those that believe in you shall not be saved, but cast out into the darkness. There shall be no more retribution from you and your's.
“There is a greater darkness than your title reign. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against power and championships, it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope. The death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future, or where it will take us. We know only that it is always paved in pain."*
At the last words, Fulton falls forward onto his knees and into the spotlight, head bowed and hands clasped in front of him. His head does not move but his eyes open and he looks at the camera from underneath hooded lids.
“Tytan. I will save you.”
Tytan races down to the ring and as he reaches up to the ring ropes the lights go out. By the time they come up, Tytan is in the ring alone and Fulton's voice still echos throughout the arena....
"I will save you.”
FADE
* Paraphrased from a portion of Babylon 5. © J. Michael Straczynski. All rights reserved. No challenge to any copyright is intended by this quotation's use in this context.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 15:30:53 GMT -5
Chad & Zane are WATCHING~~~!!!~~!~!~!~~~~~!!!!!! OOWF-TV and see Tytan's promo Zane: You know, It's one thing to spout off at the mouth incoherently like he usually does. But to get facts wrong... It's a real shame our Champion is so ill-informed Chad: Someone should definitely go read the Recently Updated Title Histories at www.oowfwrestling.com ! Chad: you know, if Alex decides he wants some back up when it comes to Tytan... Zane: We're in
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