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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 21:39:52 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Hellhole, Idaho
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Davin Moreland vs. Tytan
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Chris Evans
OOWF World Tag Team Title Fatal Four Way[/u]
The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Drink & Destroy vs. Moosehead Jack & Stank vs. Boardwalk Saints
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
J-P Sparxx vs. Sean Moore
Ravenna Blue & Stan Fulton vs. Texpress
Bryce Larson & Eric O'Mac vs. DeadTV
LD Williams vs. Concrete TG vs. Alexander Darling
Card subject to BCS bias
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 21:42:27 GMT -5
Kai and Aina are celebrating their win. They're drinking bottles of Kona Longboard and Kona Fire Rock.
N: Finally! It's like this weight has been lifted off my chest!
Noelani holds her hand on her chest to emphasize the point. Aina then notices the Ninja Cam.
A: I heard the whispers. I saw the questioning glances. Why Flyin' Hawai'ians? Why did you attack your friends? These...
Aina holds up the Tag Team Championship Belt.
A: These are the only things that matter. They WERE our friends. But they had these, so they became our enemies. We did what we had to do! We are not some nice fluffy Polynesian Teddy Bears! We are the best tag team in the world today! We will hurt you if we have to! Look into my eyes!
Aina gets close to the camera.
A: Do not mistake professionalism for niceties. We can make nice and we can make war. We are Hawai'i! We are 'ohana! Any one who crosses us will be our enemies and we will. Destroy you!
Kai jumps on Aina's back and into the shot. Noelani cuts in front of Aina as well.
K: Mahalo nui loa na ho'olaule'a me la kaua!
N: Wooooooooooooooooooo! Aloha!
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 26, 2011 21:47:37 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is STILL STANDING~! in the middle of the ring, with his championship held high. Samantha nearly knocks him over as he jumps on him. Davin throws up 4 fingers to the crowd. Some would think that signifies the horsemen, but Davin is just reminding everyone that this is the 4th time he's won the World Heavyweight Championship, twice more than anybody else. Confetti, presumably reserved for Alexander Darling had he won, cascades down onto the new champion. The crowd is booing heartily, except for the small contingent of Davin fans out there. Clearly, he doesn't care either way as he calls for a mic from the outside*
DM: GFY! Come on down here!
*"Extreme Ways" fires up as Former IC Champion Chris Evans (w/Shawn Johnson) and new Onslaught Champion J-P Sparxx (w/Jewel) make their way slowly down to the ring. The crowd doesn't know what to make of this really, so they boo. Cause they're sheep. They congratulate each other with the still very confused audience*
DM: THAT! THAT is how you get things done! I bode my time. I was patient. I stayed pretty quiet. I didn't let the stuff with Firewoman distract me. I got in Tytan's head and I let that dumb fuck Alex do my dirty work for me. Work smarter, not harder, right? Well, I did. I kept my eyes on the goal, the task at hand, and all my hard work has given my MY World Heavyweight Championship back. Did you know no one else has held this more than twice? Do you understand what that means? That I, Davin Moreland, am now holding this championship for an unmatched and, let's face it, unbeatable 4th time? FOUR! I'VE WON THIS FOUR TIMES, AND THIS WAS MY BEST VICTORY YET!
*Crowd mostly shits all over Davin's soliloquy as they're still hot from everything that has transpired*
DM: And J-P....J-P...I fucking TOLD you, didn't I? Stick with it? Focus? Do the dirty work? And now look at you? You're a fucking CHAMPION, man! I KNEW you could!
*Sparxx takes the mic*
JPS: Yo D, you right man...you right...and dis feel so GOOD yo! I'm the mo-fuckin' Onslaught Champ, and they ain't NO one who can take it!
*Davin takes it back*
DM: And Chris? Well...I'll be honest. You lost to an inferior opponent. That doesn't sit real well right now.
CE: *yelling toward the mic* I get that back at Mayhem, Davin! Count on it!
DM: Short week. Anything can happen. But I got a little somethin for ya this week anyway. For all of us. We're going out. We're gonna tear up this cow town like they've never seen. And if someone has a problem? They can talk to the champ.
*booing*
DM: And you all saw my cousin come back tonight. Isn't that some interesting stuff. First she's dead, now she's back, and BFF with Eco and Tytan. Who fucking knew, right? Well, if it's one thing we Sheehan's do very, very well, other than revenge, is keep a fucking secret. My cousin's in with some weird fucks, to be sure, but she came back just like she wanted to. And the rest of you fools in the back are going to have to deal with that.
DM: Tytan? I'm sure we've got a rematch this week. And you're going to go all Frankenstein. Know what? I don't give a fuck. You don't scare me. You never scared me. You're a joke and a fraud. You know it and I know it. I told you. WEEKS ago, that I would take from you that which is most precious. And...*he raises the belt again*...I did. Gotcha, you dumb fuck.
SDM: *sliding over to him* What else, babe? Tell 'em. Tell 'em about how it's gonna be. Tell 'em how you stuck it to my dumbass brother...so concerned with everything but the task at hand.
DM: Emotion, my love, and wrestling simply don't mix. You get caught up in stupid shit, like Alexander. He's a stupid shit who got caught up in stupid shit, just like always. You know, if you want to quit the bet, moron, I understand. It's obvious you're outsmarted, outclassed and outgunned. Maybe you can go tag with your sister for a while. That way she won't feel like Janetty, you know? All I know is this. Davin Moreland is, once again, YOUR World Champion, and it's tough shit if you don't like it, cause you all have to deal with it. So, in a word everyone? Go Fuck Yourself!
SDM: Cock a doodle doo, motherfuckers!
*He drops the mic and they parade around the ring with the championship held high. Sparxx grabs the mic as they're about to leave*
JPS: GFY, home of mo-fuckin' champions. Ya heard? Knowhatimsayin?
*They leave to "Extreme Ways". And Booing. Lots of it. But Davin's got a smile that won't come off for a while as we fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 27, 2011 12:31:43 GMT -5
Moosehead Jack is STORMING~! down the hall backstage, and comes up to the Darling Luxury Suites, and pounds on the door.
MHJ: Open up, little Alex. I told you she wasn't dead, now open the damn door so I can see her.
The door opens, and its Lucky. He steps out quickly and closes the door behind him so Moose can't come in.
MHJ: Out of the way, Lucky.
L: She's not here, Moose.
MHJ: What? Where else would she be?
L: Probably with Ecosystem. I think they went down that hallway.
Moose snarls at Lucky, and then heads the direction he pointed. He walks, turns a corner, listens at a few doors until he hears Eco's voice through one of them. He pounds on the door.
MHJ: Lisa Quinn you come out here RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
The door opens and Fire stands, still in her white ring attire, a broad smile on her face.
FW: Hello, John.
MHJ: Hello? Is that all you have to say? I should heart punch you. Where the fuck have you been?
FW: I don't know. It was misty. I think it was Japan.
MHJ: What? Fine, tell me later, you can come with me to medical while I get stitches and --
Moose stops suddenly, the insanity clearing a bit from his eyes, he looks at his sister, and then suddenly gives her an amazing hug, as if he really did start to think he wasn't ever going to see her again. She returns his hug, but not as strongly as his. Finally he lets go and looks her in the eye.
MHJ: Are you sure you are okay?
FW: I've never been better.
MHJ: Great, let's go to medical, and they can check you too. That was a hell of a fall you took and--
FW: Thanks for stopping by, John. See you later.
MHJ: What? Wait!
Fire closes the door and the perspective shifts to be inside Trinity's locker room. We see Ecosystem has been standing there the whole time.
Eco: I know how hard that was for you. You did very well.
FW: It was. But you were right. I have to stay away from those who would tempt me to leave this path.
Eco gently embraces Fire.
Eco: You did just fine.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 27, 2011 12:33:01 GMT -5
*OOWF Garage*
An ambulance has arrived and we see Alexander Darling being wheeled through the back as Alexis runs to catch up. EMT's are wiping the blood off Alexander's head even as it continues to pour down his face. He coughs a little as he starts to sit up and hears his sister's voice.
Alexis: Oh thank god you're okay...ish.
Alexander: Lexie? Is that you? What...where am I?
Alexis: You're going to the hospital Alex. Davin, well, he was Davin and he stabbed you in the back. And he cost you the belt and he cost you everything.
Alexander: Huh? I thought I was dead Lexie. I saw Fire and she looked so beautiful all in white.
Alexis: You don't remember?
Alexander: Remember what?
Alexis: She's back Alex, but she's not Fire anymore.
Alexander: What? No, that was just a dream. She's with Eco...I saw...no, please Lexie tell me that wasn't real.
Alexis: Shhh Alex...let's just get to the hospital and get you fixed up. Everything's going to be fine.
Alexander: If you say so Lexie, but we both know...nothing will ever be fine again.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 27, 2011 12:34:29 GMT -5
Ecosystem leaves the room and is walking down the hallway, still dressed in all white. He quietly approaches a coffe machine and begins to pour himself a cup. He pours some cream into his coffee and opens sugar packets as he watches Davin's promo.
Tytan enters into the scene.
Tytan: So I'm still not clear as to what or where--
Eco: Thank you.
Tytan: Excuse me?
Eco: Tytan, I never had the chance to thank you before the ambulance took me away...wouldn't have thought to. I was going down a very dark path with that man (head-gestures toward Davin) and I needed to be...redirected.
Tytan: (smirks) You could say I did that. But I did go a bit bey--
Eco: Stop. Your means were correct. And for a while there, I thought that I--we--you had saved this company. Shown it the end result, shown where it was all going. The reactions...left much to be desired.
Eco takes another sip of coffee as he watches the screen.
Tytan: And him?
Eco: Let him puff his chest out, scream into the darkness. Take your title back if you so choose. But do not allow yourself to believe he has anything you need.
We have all. We are all. Time will reveal this.
Eco suddenly launches the coffee machine at the television, smashing the screen and knocking it to the ground.
Eco: Kill Your Television, right?
Tytan: And The Truth Will Set You Free.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 27, 2011 12:35:22 GMT -5
*Davin, Samantha, Moonbeam, Shawn, Evans, Sparxx and Jewel are wandering aimlessly through the hallways in a pack. Shawn's got a boom box circa 1986 held over her head "Say Anything"-style, blasting Queen's "We Will Rock You/We Are The Champions" which is somehow on endless loop. Eventually it gets to the "We Are the Champions" part, and the group screams it at the top of their lungs. A closer look shows everyone's got a bottle in a paper bag. They wander by the Texpress locker room which has the door open. Zane is holding ice packs on himself, and Chad is kind of doing the same as the go by*
GFY: *singing. poorly and drunkenly* We Are the Champions....WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS! NO TIME FOR LOSERS CAUSE WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS....
*They go by and we hear "Of the World" in the background*
ZM: Oh...for Pete's sake...
CM: Aww...man....
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 27, 2011 12:36:57 GMT -5
The Hawaiians are continuing their celebration, when a very somber looking DVD walks into the room. Kai and Aina see him and take up defensive stances, after a beat they see that he is alone and drop their guard.
Kai: Hey bruddah, you might want to keep moving along yah.
DVD: I'm here to talk to her. (DVD nods his head towards Noelani)
Aina: Well brah, she doesn't have anything to say to y....
Aina's words are cut off as DVD whips two stunguns out and presses them into the crotches of the Hawaiians and pulls the triggers. Both men spasm and hit the ground. A look of fear crosses Noelanis face as she backs away.
Noelani: If you think you are going to intimi...
Noelani's words are cut off by the crackle of a stungun that DVD holds in front of her face.
DVD: Uh Uh. I said I came to talk to you. You just get to listen.
Noelani sees a strange glint to his eyes, and decides to keep quiet.
DVD: You and the boys can claim to be the best all you want, but you know damn well that D&D didn't go into that match at 100%. I don't know why you decided to ambush us, and frankly I no longer care. You throw around words like business and professionalism a lot, but what you did was neither. You've made it personal, and the last thing you want are Jack and Danny coming after you with a personal vendetta. Four team match this week, that never favors the champs, especially when you've got tempers flaring. Whatever happens next is on your head, you've brought it upon yourself.
With that DVD leaves and heads off down the hall. As he turns a corner he sees Lucky passing by the other way, without stopping his momentum or even looking, DVD reaches out shocking Lucky to the floor with one of the stunguns. He casually tosses that stungun aside and continues on his way. Suddenly Moose comes down the hall heading towards medical. He stops eyeing the Stungun in DVD's hand.
DVD looks down at it, and flips it around holding it out to Moose.
DVD: Here you go psycho, have fun hurting people.
Moose pauses for a moment before taking the stungun from him. DVD continues walking in his daze back towards the Destroyatorium. Moose watches him go before breaking out into a maniacal laugh. He pushes the button on the stungun watching the sparks and laughing as the camera fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 27, 2011 12:37:37 GMT -5
Eco walks down the hallway, where he finds Lucky spread out on the floor following the stun gun attack.
Eco: Lucky, you tired or what? Get up off the floor.
Eco pokes Lucky with his foot, and he twitches.
Eco: (bending down) Here. You need this more than I do.
Eco puts his coffee in Lucky's hand and walks off.
Eco: Six hours a night. Does a body good!
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 27, 2011 12:38:28 GMT -5
*Fade in* as Lauren Phoenix, Eric O'Mac and Bryce Larson are in their dressing room icing Eric's ankle.
BL: What the hell are you icing his ankle for?
LP: Because he twisted it, why else? Did you see the impact of that head kick?
BL: [Punching EOM's ankle.] Ow, damn it!
EOM: What the hell...
BL: A twisted ankle shouldn't damn hear break may hand, Eric.
EOM: What are you talking about? We got the win, didn't we?
BL: This is stupid. Listen, cheating is one thing--
EOM: I didn't cheat!
BL: --but not telling your partner about it is another thing.
LP: [Taking the infamous t-shirt out of a bag.] So you're partners now? You'll need this...
Lauren tosses the shirt to Bryce, who ignores it and lets it fall to the floor.
BL: I gotta go.
EOM: Where are you going.
BL: I gotta go get some air.
EOM: What? No one gets air anymore. [Yelling to Bryce, who's out of the dressing room now.] THAT'S SILLY!
LP: Do you think...
EOM: Eh, the choice is his. I can't make it for him. It's a revolution, whether's he's with us or not.
*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Feb 27, 2011 12:42:25 GMT -5
*Eric and Lauren are sitting there, when Eric suddenly starts looking around the room.*
Lauren: What are you looking for?
Eric: My new phone that I got myself for Christmas, the Droid! I'm going to leave Bryce a witty voicemail to remind him of our match Wednesday and to kind of apologize for not being honest about the ankle weights I wear during my matches.
Lauren: Brass knuckles aren't exactly ankle weights, Eric.
Eric: Shut up, Meg.
Lauren: What?
Eric: Sorry. I've been watching a lot of Family Guy DVDs that I got myself for Christmas.
Lauren: What did I get for Christmas?
Eric: I assumed you weren't a Christian, since you like to get naked and stuff like that.
Lauren: *sigh.*
Eric: Damnit, where is my fucking phone?
Lauren: Doesn't sound very Christian, Eric.
Eric: Shut up, Meg.
*Eric walks out before Lauren can say anything. He walks down the hallway of Random Encounters where he runs into....Ecosystem?*
Eric: Hey!....It's, uh....you?
Ecosystem: Eric.
*It appears that Ecosystem is holding a phone in his left hand.*
Eric: So, anyways, I'm looking for my new phone, it's a droid, and....wait a second. You are suppose to be dead! I demand to see identification!
*Eco waves his right hand in front of Eric's face.*
Ecosystem: You don't need to see identification.
Eric: I don't need to see identification.
Ecosystem: This isn't the Droid you are looking for.
Eric: That isn't the Droid I am looking for.
Ecosystem: You can go about your business.
Eric: I can go about my business.
Ecosystem: Move along.
Eric: Move along! Move along!
*Eric walks down the hallway and back into his locker room. Lauren looks a little pissed.*
Lauren: Did you find your phone, protector of Christmas?
Eric:......Shut up, Meg.
*Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:14:38 GMT -5
The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium where the battered and bruised members of D&D are taping up wounds and putting ice on bruises. DH sits in between Jack and Danny going over the roster sheet. He starts reading over the roster sheet as a somber and dazed DVD enters the room.
DH: looks like it's a four way match for the tag titles, you guys, the Hawaiians, Moosestank and Me and Lexie.
DVD: Great an opportunity for another "friend" to stab us in the back.
DH (looking over at DVD in confusion) : What the hell is that supposed to mean? It's just a match you know I've got your backs.
DVD: What do you think it means, you conveniently return to the company right before Stank ended his war against us, I bet Spin would have preferred you cumming back a little sooner.
DH: You can't blame what happened to Spin on me.
DVD: And last week you conveniently show up right after the Hawaiians finish beating us down. Maybe if you weren't so busy being the Darlings lap dog.
DH rises from his seat fists clenched and face red. He begins to head towards DVD, but Danny is up and puts a hand on his arm stopping him. Danny motions towards DVD and shakes his head no and sighs. DDT taps on his chest and then makes a motion of something being broken.
OBJ: Danny's right mate, that sheila broke his heart, he just needs to blow off steam, don't take it personally.
DH seems to visibly calm down at this.
DH: I suppose your right, but he doesn't need to take it out on me.
Both Danny and Jack nod in agreement at this. Meanwhile DVD has headed back towards the exit, where Ashley is just entering the room. DVD sees her and his eyes narrow.
DVD: So come to try and break my nose again, I'm not going to let it happen this time.
DVD reaches out grabbing Ashley around the throat and slamming her into the wall. The rest of D&D rush over and pull him off. Danny pulls him away, and DVD quickly heads out the door. DH checks on Ashley.
DH: You okay Ash?
Ashley (coughing) : Yeah, but the look in his eyes, someone better follow him before he does something he'll regret. Both Danny and Jack take off in pursuit.
The camera cuts to catering, where we see Ravenna Blue filling up a plate. DVD comes into the room and sees her, and his eyes narrow. DVD picks up a nearby folding chair and heads towards Ravenna.
DVD: You don't have your boys here to protect you now do you!
Ravenna turns at this and just barely is able to get an arm up in time to block DVD's swinging chair.
Ravenna: Vic, what are you doing?
Her question is cut short as DVD rams the chair into her gut doubling her over. Danny and Jack burst into the room and when DVD sees them he bolts, mumbling something about Hawaiians.
OBJ: I'll check on Rav, you stop him Danny.
DDT nods and continues his pursuit of DVD. The camera cuts again, and we see Bridgette exiting the Texpress locker room. Suddenly she hears DVD's voice from just off camera.
DVD: You traitorous bitch!
She turns to see DVD running at her chair raised high. Just before DVD can swing it, Danny Taylor rushes into the hall pulling the chair away. Bridgette quickly rushes back into the Texpress locker room. DVD turns to see Danny standing there holding the chair.
DVD: So you are turning on me too. I suppose I should have known this was coming, no one in this company can be trusted.
Danny throws the chair away and shakes his head no, making the motion that they are friends.
DVD: Friends! What good has that gotten me, ever sense you convinced me to come here I've been beaten and cut, nearly set on fire and crucified on a ring post by barbwire. And now when I finally think I've met someone here worth a crap, she breaks my nose. You want to stay in this madhouse Danny, fine, but you are doing it without me.
At that DVD storms off out of the building leaving a stunned DDT standing alone.
FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:15:08 GMT -5
(Tytan is walking down the Hallway and is caught by a SFJ.)
Tytan: (Grabbing the mic) Alex what did I tell you. You were going to be revealed for what you truly were by the end of our match and it came true. You have now lost everything. (smiling) I may have lost Athena but I think I came out with more....Trinity, my new family.
And Davin. I give you props for being smart. That's it. Don't think I am going to let this slide come Mayhem. This is only the beginning, I promise you that.
(Tytan walks away and heads to the Trinity locker room.)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:15:35 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland and Samantha are getting MAKEUP~! done by someone on what looks to be a local Hellhole, Idaho street. It's probably Main St. But honestly, it's not important and who cares anyway? There's a camera crew and a director and they're waiting for the makeup to be done. Finally, the only gay guy in Idaho finishes the makeup, and leaves the camera view. The director speaks.*
D: Ok, quiet on the set! Take 3...aaaaaaand...ACTION!
*Davin and Samantha start walking toward the camera*
DM: Hello. Do you know me? When I'm not kicking the ever-living shit out of-
D: CUT!
DM: What?
D: Davin, what did I tell you about ad-libbing?
DM: Um...to not?
D: That's right. Also, swearing in a commercial is usually a bad idea.
SDM: *drills Davin in the shoulder* Dumbass.
DM: All right. Sorry. Let's get this done, we've got stuff to do.
D: Ok then. Places! Take 4. Aaaaaaand...ACTION!
DM: Hello. Do you know me? When I'm not laying waste to my opponents in the ring, I sometimes have trouble being recognized.
*An extra wanders into his path, and Davin shoves him out of the way, sending him comedically prat-falling out of the way*
SDM: Even though he's almost seven feet tall...not everyone watches the OOWF.
DM: So instead of constantly telling people "I'm the only 4-Time World Heavyweight Champion in the History of the OOWF" -
SDM: Which you do anyway-
DM: *ignores her* - I carry the American Express card. It's accepted at millions of locations and I never have to worry about my balance, because there is no pre-set spending limit.
*Another extra walks by, and gets viciously clotheslined for his trouble, doing a complete flip through the camera frame*
SDM: Showing our American Express cards gives us VIP treatment just about anywhere. Immediate airline upgrades. Front row concert tickets. 50-yard line at the football game. There's no easier way to live the life of a champion.
DM: I'm Davin Moreland.
SDM: I'm Samantha Darling-Moreland.
*One more extra comes into frame, and gets back body dropped*
DM + SDM: And we carry the American Express card. Don't leave home without it!
D: Aaaaaand....CUT! That's a keeper. Good work. You ready to do the other one?
DM: Sure, hit it.
D: Cue playback...Davin hold your belt up...aaaaand...ACTION!
*Playback from somewhere comes over a speaker. A monitor shows footage from Davin's title win last night accompanied by "When You Wish Upon a Star"*
PFS: Davin Moreland...you just won your 4th OOWF World Heavyweight Championship...what are you going to do next?
*The red lights on the camera turn on, and Davin gets his cue*
DM: I'M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!
PFS: Disney World...Where Dreams Come True.
D: CUT! Keep that one too! Ready for the promo?
SDM: We haven't seen it yet.
D: No problem, it's on the Tele-Prompter. That's not a problem, right?
DM: Nope. No problem, let's hit it.
D: Ok this is a take! Places...cue Davin in 3...2...
DM: Hi! I'm Davin Moreland!
SDM: And I'm Samantha Darling-Moreland!
DM: And we're hosting Saturday Night Live this week with Special Musical Guest....wait, seriously?
D: CUT! What is it?
SDM: Selena Gomez and The Scene? That's seriously the musical guest?
DM: She can barely stand up without help.
D: She's very popular with the kids.
DM: So is "Dora the Explorer". Is she next week's guest?
SDM: Not to mention, all of Selena's "fans" will likely have been asleep for a couple hours before the show comes on. What are you people thinking?
D: C'mon. Dethklok canceled. What do you want?
DM: Fine. Do it again.
D: Hold on, we're rewinding.
SDM: FUCK IT! WE'LL DO IT LIVE! I'LL WRITE THE FUCKING THING MYSELF AND WE'LL DO IT LIVE!
D: Uh...you know this isn't airing on TV right now...right?
SDM: I know. I just always wanted to do that.
D: Ok. Don't do that. You guys ready?
DM: Yeah, go.
D: Ok, cue Davin in 3....2...
DM: Hi! I'm the 4-Time OOWF World Heavywight Champion Davin Moreland!
SDM: And I'm Samantha Darling-Moreland!
DM: And we're hosting Saturday Night Live this week with Special Musical Guest *through nearly gritted teeth*... Selena Gomez and The Scene.
SDM: You think Tina Fey will show up again?
DM: Psh. We'll be lucky if Horatio Sanz shows up.
D: Aaaand...CUT! Great job guys.
SDM: Ok, who's driving, we gotta get to the photo shoot.
*Time magically passes, and Davin and Samantha walk into a non-descript building. We see J-P Sparxx, Matt Folz, and The Flyin' Hawai'ians all standing sort of in front of the camera*
JPS: Yo! D! Bout time you showed up...knowwhatimsayin?
DM: You know how we do, J. Gotta make that paper, boo-boo.
JPS: Word. I hear dat.
Kai: *whispering to Aina* Is he serious, brah?
DM: *walks over* Yeah, I'm serious. You'll find that out soon enough if you hang onto those. Congratulations, by the way.
A: *Kai sizes Davin up, and doesn't know quite what to say, so Aina breaks the silence* Yeah. You too, brah. Ready for the OOWF Magazine photoshoot?
DM: I guess. I don't know why they're letting that piece of crap Folz in the picture. He's not holding that belt long.
MF: *looks over* I'll show you how long I'm going to hold this belt for...right upside your fucking head.
SDM: *pulls a switchblade out of nowhere* Bitch, I'll CUT YOU! And I still owe you a cuttin'
*A voice from behind them speaks up*
VFBT: Now Samantha, there's no need for irrational violence. You're acting like your brother.
*They turn around and see a very tanned and rested Poe*
SDM: *snaps the knife shut* You believe that shit, Omar?
P: I do indeed "believe that shit", Samantha.
DM: *wary* What in the blue fuck are you doing here?
P: Well, I wanted to wish my dear friends Kai and Aina congratulations in person on their first major championship in OOWF. It's a big deal.
DM: You flew all the way from Sandtrap, Egypt for that?
P: Well, no. I'm in The States to see my wife perform on Saturday Night Live.
SDM: Shit, that's right.
P: It was a surprise to me too. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to see you both.
DM: I'm sure. Should we bring Shawn with us?
P: That's probably a poor idea.
*Davin and Poe have subconsciously squared off, and are standing eye to eye with one another. The situation has suddenly gotten tense...that is until Poe extends his hand*
P: Congratulations, Davin.
DM: Is that the one you wipe with?
P: That's offensive on so many different levels. I'm trying to do a little hatchet-burying here. I think you're doing good work lately. You've got The Boy out of sorts, and my supposed former friends are all running for cover now because of the strings you're pulling in the background. As a former string-puller myself, I just wanted to congratulate you. That's all.
*They slowly shake hands, never taking their eyes off the other*
DM: Thank you, Poe. That's very thoughtful of you. Remind me to send you a fruit basket.
SDM: So, we'll see you Saturday too?
P: You will. I have to go to...wherever we are Airport, and wait for the New York Airports to open. Should be later this afternoon.
DM: Take my plane.
SDM: WHAT?
DM: Sure. Take my plane. That way you don't have to wait.
P: Aren't the private airports closed too?
DM: Teterboro's closed when I say it's closed.
SDM: Sure it is.
DM: It's open. I know how Selena gets when she's away from you for 5 seconds.
P: That's a very generous offer, Davin.
DM: It IS the season of giving...or something....
P: I'll take you up on that, then. Kai? Aina? Good work, men. It only gets better from here on out.
*They all shake hands too as Poe leaves*
K: Later, Brah.
A: Later, Brah.
J-P: Later, Brown.
SDM: J-P...
MF: Can we DO This already? Unlike the rest of you, I've got tape to watch.
DM: Fuck off, you piece of shit. We're read when *I* say we're ready. World Champ trumps your little toy belt all day, every day, got it?
*Folz, seeing he's probably outnumbered, just mumbles under his breath. A few minutes later, the cover for OOWF Magazine is shot. Folz gets out of there as soon as he can. Davin heads back to the Hawai'ians*
DM: Well, whaddya say? Can we get you boys a celebratory drink?
K: I dunno, Brah. It's not like we're friends or whatever.
A: Yeah, brah. I dunno if that's a good idea.
SDM: Oh, it's fine. Champions are able to exist outside of the idea of kayfabe...
*She (Kayfabe) comes in screaming. Davin and J-P high/low her with dropkicks*
SDM:...so one drink won't matter. Right?
DM: Come on, it's not like we're serial killers or something. We're not bad people...
SDM: I'm just drawn that way.
*This gets a laugh from everyone*
K: Well, let me call Noelani, brah. Have her come down.
DM: Sure. More the merrier. I'll call Shawn and Moony. J-P, call Jewel. It'll be a thing.
SDM: Hell, call whoever you want. I've got an American Express card, after all.
*Everyone tenuously leaves together. These plans aren't firm or anything, but it looks like the Champs are gonna hang out for a bit. Except Matt Folz. Fuck that guy.*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:16:26 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the back with Stank and we get one of those TNA style promos>
Stank: So, Fire is back
MHJ: I think an I told you so is in order here
Stank: Fine, you did say she wasn't dead. You are also batshit insane
MHJ: And right
Stank: Fuck you. Anyway, she seems......different, she totally blew you off when you tried to talk to her
MHJ: Fire being Fire
Stank: Aren't you afraid that she is being controlled by Eco?
MHJ: Control Fire? Are you serious?
<they both share a laugh over this>
MHJ: At worst, Fire is LETTING Eco THINK he controls her so she can get her revenge on him and Tytan. Its only a matter of time. Plus......did you SEE the look on Alexander Darling's face? Fucking CLASSIC!
Stank: You revel in his misery
MHJ: Its better than a bottle of the finest wine, or a cut of the most tender steak. I had faith that sis would get him good, she did.
<Stank shakes his head and we fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:16:53 GMT -5
Tytan, Firewoman and Ecosystem are walking down the hall, in that order, dressed all in white. Firewoman's eyes are directly at the back of Tytan's neck. Eco walks ahead a little bit, and looks at Fire.
Eco: Everything okay?
FW: Yes....It's just that...can we stop and see someone?
Eco: Not--
FW: No.
She leans up as he bends down and whispers in his ear. He thinks a moment, and then stops. Tytan turns to see what's going on.
Eco: Tytan. Go on ahead to the suites. Fire needs to take care of something, and I'm going to accompany her.
Looking a bit suspiciously betweeen Fire and Eco. Fire smiles sweetly at him.
Tyt: Sure.
Tytan hesitates and then continues down the hall. Fire and Eco turn and go a different direction. They come to a door and Fire starts to knock, but Eco stops her. He looks down at her seriously, almost sternly.
Eco: I'll be right here, if you need anything. He didn't come see you. He didn't care where you were.
FW: I know. I need to do this though.
Eco gives her a long serious look, and then smiles.
Eco: Okay. I'm right behind you.
Fire smiles softly and knocks on the door. Samantha opens it.
SD-M: Wha--?
FW: Hello, Samantha. You're looking well...considering....
SD-M: Considering what?
FW: Is Davin there?
Davin comes up behind her
DM: Who is it, babe? Oh, hey, Lis....er, Fire.
FW: Hello, Davin.
DM: So....*looking around*....what's up? Wanna come in?
FW: No, I just wanted to ... all those times you told me to listen to my doctors, and take my medicine. well, I've finally listened. And I just want to thank you. You were so right. I wish I had listened earlier.
DM: Ah okay...good....so, what they got you on? Because you know, you gotta be careful with--
FW: *she smiles softly* Goodbye, Davin.
Fire closes the door while Davin is standing there, mouth kind of open.
Eco: Nicely done.
FW: Thank you.
Firewoman yawns and pulls her white cloak around her.
Eco: Are you tired? Cold?
FW: A little, it was a long flight.
Eco puts his arm gently around her and walks her down the hall, away from the other locker rooms and suites.
Eco: Let's get to our quarters and you can lie down. You're still not 100% recovered from your injuries.
FW: I'm medically cleared though, right?
Eco: Of course. It's almost time for your medicine, too.
FW: I know. Thank you so much. You take good care of me.
Camera pans up to Eco as he smiles.
Eco: That's my job.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:17:39 GMT -5
*Davin is still standing there mouth open. Samantha as well. Davin closes his mouth and then does some pacing*
SDM: Honey?
*More pacing*
SDM: Babe?
*More pacing*
SDM: Davin?
*More pacing*
SDM: I AM FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!
*More pacing, but Davin suddenly stops, and slowly turns to Samantha, smiling*
SDM: What?
DM: I got it. I mean...I get it...I mean....
SDM: You mean...what? I hate when you're cryptic.
DM: *sits on the couch, patting it, motioning for Samantha to sit next to him. She does* To quote our, uh, co-host Saturday..."everything is not what it seems".
SDM: I knew it. Cryptic. You're such an ass. Why don't you just tell me?
*Davin motions for Samantha to lean in, and he does some whispering, unable to be heard by the ninjacams. Samantha starts laughing*
SDM: Are you sure?
DM: I'm not just sure. I'm HIV-positive.
SDM: That's really not funny.
DM: I know. But yes. I'm sure.
SDM: How are you "sure"?
DM: My love, some connections are never completely severed, you know? And you know what she's talking about when it comes to you, right?
SDM: Well, no...
*Davin pulls her in for more whispering*
SDM: No fucking way.
DM: She's good, that cousin of mine.
SDM: But there's, just...I mean...there's no way! You know? I mean...
DM: Oh Sam. Nothing's 100% There are always possibilities. And this is one we hadn't considered...and maybe we should.
SDM: Maybe...
DM: More than maybe.
SDM: Well. Fuck. She sure does know how to say things without actually saying anything, you know?
DM: Uh huh. I do that too.
SDM: I hate when you do that.
DM: I know.
SDM: But it won't stop you.
DM: No.
SDM: So...what are we gonna do next?
DM: Like I said. Go drinking. The Champ is Here...and all that.
SDM: Is Jadakiss coming?
DM: Hope not.
SDM: Baby, you're the greatest.
DM: Aww...you're not so bad yourself.
SFJ420: *comes out of the other room* Dude...like...did I hear Firewoman?
DM: Kinda.
SFJ420: Oh. That makes sense.
SDM: It does?
SFJ420: Of course it does. Duh.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:18:14 GMT -5
Fade in to the Unforgiven gym, Alexis and Alexander Darling both conspicious by their absences, so Matt Folz is leading DH, Bryce Larson, Stan Fulton and Ravenna Blue (Recovered from her earlier attack by DVD) through workouts. Folz spots Hayden Panettiere enter with a mic and smiles.
MF: Alright guys, think we've done enough for the day, everyone go home and get some rest, see you tomorrow.
Everyone disperses as Folz walks over and gives Hayden a friendly hug.
MF: Hey kiddo, welcome back, have a nice Christmas with your family?
HP: I did, thanks. And I watched the PPV, so I'm all caught up, congratulations champ. But what's with this?
MF: What's with what?
HP: You pull a coup on Alexander and take over?
MF (Smiling): So we're promoing now are we?
HP (Returning the smile): I suppose we are. Now, are you going to answer the question, or do I really have to formally introduce you as IC Champ first and cater to your ego?
MF (Laughing): My last name isn't Moreland, I don't need my ego stroked every second of every day. To answer your question: No, I'm not usurping control of Unforgiven from Alexander Darling. I neither wish to, nor am capable of, leading my own stable at this time. It's just with Alexander in the hospital, not to mention his head spinning in about 45 different directions due to what happened last night, and Alexis understandably by his side, someone had to lead the workouts today. Stan already had a standing invite, I invited Ravenna today since she's his tag team partner, that's it.
HP: And what are your thoughts about what happened last night?
MF: As a wrestler in this company? Honestly dosen't effect me much. But as a wrestling fan? I just don't get it. If this was planned all along, all the way back to Eco's 'death', then why? What purpose does this accomplish? And why is Fire involved? Just way too Russoish for me right now. Ask me again when I know what the hell is going on.
HP: Any response to Davin Moreland calling you a quote unquote inferior opponent last night?
MF: Davin Moreland is a fucking retard. Now usually that goes without saying, but since he specifically referenced me last night allow me to retort. Listen here moron: You won your belt last night by beating an already unconcious opponent in 10 seconds, I won mine by beating a fresh opponent who by your own admission is one of the best in the industry. Call it a fluke if you want, but go back and look at our history, all our matches have been extremely competitive.
Second, I'm an inferior opponent huh? Go look at my resume fucktard: 4 straight Wisconsin highschool championsips, NCAA champion, trained by the number 10 and number 2 submission specialists in WWF/WWE history, multiple time Onslaught champ . But please, by all means don't allow me to let facts get in the way of you becoming OOWF's version of Peyton Manning by shooting 750 commercials simultaneously and hosting SNL. The best thing, make that the only good thing, about your title reign is that it should be extremely short. Because there are a shitload of worthy contenders, all of whom can kick your ass.
HP: Any of that anger also directed at your opponent this week?
MF: Not at all Hayden, I happen to be a huge fan of Chris Evans. Him and I are alot alike actually: Both huge Packer fans, both incredible wrestlers, both trained by Legends. I actually have fun wrestling him, it's a challenge going move and countermove with him. If I win Wednesday, I'll shake his hand. If I lose.....I'll shake his hand and hand him the belt myself, he has my guarantee on that.
HP: Anything else?
MF: Yes. For the 2 or 3 deranged fans who actually like my promos, or think they make anything close to coherant sense, I'd like to apologize for not doing this for a while. Due to illness, then travel, then communication issues, I just haven't had time nor opportunity to. I promise, and this especially to you Hayden, that I will promo more often in the future you have my word.
HP (Smiling) Thanks, appreciate that. Anything else?
MF: Nah, I'm hungry. Come on kiddo, I'll buy you a sandwich at Ric's.
They go off as the camera FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:19:02 GMT -5
Chad and Zane are in their dressing room doing some light stretching. We see Bridgette in the background on her laptop.
Chad: Owww I gotta say, this run of matches with Moose & Stank has been about as physical as I ever want to be with another man.
Zane: I don't think even Poe & Stank were this tough. However..
Chad: We're still standing. We've taken everything they can throw at us.
Zane: And come out better for it.
~~ Bridgette appears behind Zane ~~
Bridgette: Honey, you're due for a promo. Erlana said she isn't sending anther girl over until the new ones pass their STD screening....
Chad: That Erlana, always looking out for me
Bridgette: So I let her know I'd handle it for today.
Zane: Fine then. At least I know my partner wont be sleazing around with the interviewer this time.
~~ Bridgette grabs a microphone and the OOWF banner unfurls behind them ~~
Bridgette: Ladies and Gentlemen, The Texpress!
Zane: Thank you. Lucas, John, that was one brutal night. You two have managed to put us through more abuse than any team we ever faced. We might not have come out unscathed. We might not have won the battle. But we haven't lost the war.
Chad: Because as rough as we look today, we know oth of you are just as beaten and bruised. I took a tumble off the cage to the mat. Moose, you did a Mick Foley impersonation. We lost the match, but we stayed with you fist for fist and limb for limb. You can't back us down
Bridgette: New Year's Evil saw new World Tag Team Champions crowned as well.
Chad: We haven't had the chance to face Kai & Aina, and we are looking forward to it. We never got a true shot at Drink & Destroy either, but that wont matter. They know were coming for our Championships.
Zane: Aina, Kai, I hope being Poe's lackeys doesn't taint your opinions of us. Poe might not have thought much of us, but if you make the same mistake and take us lightly, you won't be champions for very long.
Bridgette: Davin Moreland claimed his record 4th World Championship as well...
Chad: Davin is arguable the greatest champion this company has ever seen. It was only a matter of time before he was champion again.
Zane: And it happening to Tytan like that? Hurts our feelings not at all.
Chad: Serves him right the psychotic freak
Bridgette: Speaking of Davin and Championships....
Chad: That's right.. We haven't forgotten. Citizen Gryphon, Ms. Blue, Chris Evans, your time with the Campeonas de Trios is coming to an end. When we get to.... (looks around) Where is the next Third Week Mayhem?
Zane: No one knows
Chad: But isn't there a travel itinerary somewhere? Isn't that someone in the office's job?
Zane: Yes
Chad: Well?
Zane: It stops here in Idaho
Chad: Heh, You said you da ho
~~ Zane smacks Chad in the back of the head ~~
Chad Owww! Jerk. So when we get to whereverThirdweekmayhemisheldnext, The Campeonas will be coming back home... To Run D...L...P! (flashes the Run DLP handsign)
Bridgette: That about wraps it up. I'm supposed to ask you about your thoughts on Firewoman's return...
Zane: It is what it is. She apparently has been holed up with Ecosystem somewhere. My statements from last week still stand. Firewoman the in-ring competitor I am a huge fan of. Lisa Quinn the irrational, tempermental drama queen drives me nuts. I wish her well. I also hope our paths do not cross.
Chad: You know, for a long time now I've let my partner do all the talking when it comes to her. Fire and I were very close for quite some time. I wont go into details about the extent of our relationship, but I can tell you I know things about her Alex and Lucky couldn't begin to understand.
But this charade, disappearing, forming a bond with the same guy who took you out of action, who you have a Very violent past with? I don't get it. I doubt I ever will.
Excising the ghosts of your past is one thing, but allowing those ghosts to consume your soul and leave you open to this kind of manipulation makes me very, very..... Sad................
I am sad for you Lisa.
~~ Long silent pause ~~
Bridgette: And thats a wrap. CUT!
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:19:50 GMT -5
Lucky arrives at GMtheRick's office.
L: You wanted to see me, sir?
GMtR: Yes, Lucky. I wanted you to explain your role in attempt to perpetuate a fraud on this company.
L: Huh?
GMtR: Firewoman's 'death?' We've been investigating, and you WERE her power of attorney, were you not?
L: Um...still am.
GMtR: Right. So, is this your signature on this transfer paperwork?
Lucky looks at it, sighs, and nods, hanging his head in shame.
GMtR: So, you're going to explain yourself I trust?
L: Yes....it all happened like this.
The screen reveals wavy lines like they do in all those flashbacks in 1970s sitcoms.
L: Who are you?
DrM: My name is Dr. Muyo. I'm a specialist in these kind of injuries.
L: So, get your ass in there and help her.
DrM: I'm sorry, but I can't. Not here anyway. There's an experimental treatment at my clinic in Tokyo, but they won't allow it here.
L: Why are you telling me this?
DrM: Because...you're on record as being--
L: Right, right...I know.....Thing is...they're saying if they move her....she could die.
DrM: If we don't try....she will die. It's a certainty. You know this.
Lucky looks around, curses Fire for putting him in this situation.
L: Fine. I'll run it past Alex...
Dr. Muyo grabs his arm again and pulls him back.
DrM: I'm sorry, Mr. Guttierez...
L: You know my real name?
DrM: But this has to be in complete confidentiality. No one must know.
L: Huh? Why?
DrM: Because the person who called me insists. It can be no other way.
L: ...
DrM: ...
L: So, I say no, she dies here. I say yes, she might survive somewhere else, or not, but her husband and brother can't know?
DrM: If all goes according to plans, she will be back soon. And then they will be too
glad to see her to be angry.
Lucky appears to be weighing his options. He walks down the hall and looks into
Fire's room. Alex has left to talk with the other doctors, so Lucky goes in, and looks
at his boss for a few minutes. He checks some readings on the machines, and looks at her chart. He sighs again, and then leaves, going back to the hallway where Dr. Muyo is waiting.
DrM: I don't mean to rush you, Mr. Guttierez, but time IS of the essence. She's fading.
L: I know...I saw her latest test results...okay....make it happen. I'll sign the papers. But...
Lucky grabs the doctor by the lapels and pushes him against the wall.
L: You will call me every hour on the hour and update me on her status. If you fail to do this, I will find you, and you will regret it...got it?
DrM: Of course. You will be kept in the loop.
Lucky lets him go, and nods. He walks to the nurses' station where the papers are waiting, signs them, and then...[/quote]
The wavy lines comes back and we are back in GM the Rick's office.[/i]
GMtR: Well, that explains how she left the hospital. But what about--
L: I got my calls, as the doctor promised. Three hours after she left I got a call saying that she had....passed.
GMtR: Wait...so....YOU thought she was dead?
L: I did.....
GMtR: So...what happened after she left the hospital then?
L: I have no idea...you'll have to ask her....or.....
GMtR: Ecosystem.
L: Right. It didn't occur to me until later the doctor had the same last name, and it wasn't until at the PPV that I thought they might be related.
GMtR: Think she was in on it?
L: I don't think so, but again, you'll have to --
GMtR: Ask her. Yeah. Easier said than done. So far, Junichiro has so far turned us away, and not allowed any questions of either of them.
L: .....
GMtR: Well.....okay, Lucky...you can go. Thanks.
L: No problem.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:20:32 GMT -5
Noelani and Aina are watching OOWF-TV. Noelani seems a bit hungover, but is watching the DVD footage very closely.
A: I think you broke him good, kaikuahine.
Noelani looks up to Aina.
N: Shame really. I thought he was stronger than that. I thought he had potential.
Aina looks at Noelani, confused.
A: Potential for what??
N: Nothing you need to worry about. You just focus on the three teams you;re facing Wednesday. Those belts are your priority.
A: Look, Lani. If you gave up something for us and...
N: Don't even say anymore. I know why we're here, as do you. This is our life.
A: Yeah, but...
N: But nothing. Besides, I like it this way.
A: It can't be all about work Lani.
Noelani is quiet for a few moments.
N: It is for some of us.
Noelani goes to her private room and closes the door behind her.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:21:06 GMT -5
COLD OPEN on the locker room of The Crusher Stan Fulton. In front of the lockers is standing former AWA Announcer Larry Nelson.
LN: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We've got a great card coming up in two days at Midweek Mayhem here on OOWF-TV. One match on the card is former OOWF Tag Team Champions Texpress versus Ravenna Blue and my guest at this time, The Crusher Stan Fulton."
Fulton walks in from off camera and doesn't look happy.
LN: "Stan, you've recently said that you cannot be angered anymore, yet from the look on your face that would seem to have been a lie."
SF: "Larry, I didn't think it was, but it appears to be. The man whose teachings I've been trying to live by has deceived me and everyone in the OOWF. Now he wanders the hallway, pretending he's the Dalai Lama, leading Firewoman and that no good scum-sucking Tytan. He's made a mockery of everything I've been led to believe. Eco will pay for what he's done."
LN: "What do you mean by he'll pay?"
SF: "Just what I said, Larry. He'll pay. In blood."
LN: "Strong words, Stan. Any comments about your former partner?"
SF: "Yeah, I have some words about our new Intercontinental Champion, Mr. Matt Folz.
"I can see what you think of me, Folz. I can see the disdain in your eyes. I can hear the whispers backstage that I was the weight keeping you down. I was the reason you didn't get a title shot, let alone win one.
"But you got your title didn't you? Barely show up every week. Never promo. Dump your fat partner, wander in at the last minute and walk your way right into the IC title."
LN: "But you've been training in the Unforgiven training room."
SF: "That's a ploy by Folz to help his Unforgiven teammates scout me and Ravenna. I only wish I would have realized it earlier. Stupid! I'm so stupid!"
Fulton starts beating on his forehead until he's busted open.
SF: "Now after being passed over by the new Intercontinental Champion, Mr. Matt Folz, in order to grovel at the feet of Alexander Darling, my new partner and I are stuck at the bottom of the card again. Probably to be Texpress's first rung on their way back into the title race."
LN: "You don't have faith in your and Ravenna's abilities?"
SF: "Of course I do, Larry, you giant turd. Ravenna and I are becoming a solid tag team. But if we're just served up on platters for other teams, we'll never be able to show that. When Mr. Matt Folz and I were teaming, we were able to show progress while working our way up the tag team ranks even though he never showed up at the arena except for the match.
"Did you know that I had to carry his promos for weeks? You know how hard it is to make a Wisconsinite sound intelligent?"
"Ravenna and I aren't being treated the right way. We get one win against a team that doesn't even show up for promos, get hosed by that nutball Eric O'Mac in a schmozz match and then served up to the former champs. Someone's got a stick up their ass about me and Rav and I aim to find out who."
LN: "So what are your plans?"
SF: "We start by kicking the ass of Chad and Zane. They're already looking past us to next week. They mentioned nearly everyone on the roster except the team they're facing this week. Hell, they're talking Trios titles like they've already won this week.
"Well know this, Brokeback Cowboys. You're facing two of the hottest young stars in this company. I'm a four time Onslaught champion and Ravenna is a former IC title holder. And we've both been here less than a year. We're not jobbers. We're not this company's version of Kozlov and Morella.
"We're Beauty and the Beast.
"And it's time for the Beast to be released."
Fulton storms off kicking over chairs and shoving camera people as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:21:34 GMT -5
<Fulton finishes his promo and heads down the hall as he is walking, Moose steps out of the shadows. Fulton prepares for a fight, but Moose waves him off>
MHJ: No need for that big man. I heard what you had to say, you are right. Folz ditched you, and he ditched you for who? Alexander Fucking Darling. You two had a good thing going too, could have been tag team champions
SF: <snarling> Why should I listen to a DAMN thing you have to say Moose, you teamed with TYTAN
MHJ: <chuckling> its all business big man. You have to look out for yourself. The powers that be decided that Tytan should team with us, so that is what happened. You know, I can tell something about you and Rav, you both have that anger in your eyes. Evans turned on her, Folz turned on you........you know, I extended the offer to Ravenna, I think you have what it takes too Stan.
SF: Team with you. Uh huh, and get killed the second I turn my back
MHJ: I may be a lot of things Stan, but think about this, when was the last time I turned on someone I considered a partner? Think about it. You know where to find me. Trust me
<Moose turns and leaves, leaving Stan Fulton standing alone>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:22:05 GMT -5
Stan Fulton is still standing in the hallway as Matt Folz comes up.
MF: Shut the fuck up and listen, you're a grown man......and no, that wasn't a weight joke. You want to team with that psychopath, go right ahead, I couldn't care less. But don't EVER fucking lie about me, I never ditched you, I didn't have any ulterior motives about training you or Ravenna and I fought to get you into Unforgiven in the first damn place. Now, if you still want to be a whiny little bitch, I can't do anything about that. You want a one on one shot at this belt assuming I get by Evans Wednesday, go right ahead and ask for one. But remember, I never turned on you.
Folz turns and walks away without another word as we FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 4, 2011 19:22:42 GMT -5
turns a corner and sees Moose ahead of him.[/i]
SF: "Moosehead Jack."
Moose stops and slowly turns around. Fulton looks like he's struggling internally with himself. Finally what looks like someone else looks out through his eyes.
SF: "Let's talk."
Fulton walks up to Moose and they head to the nearest dive.
FADE
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