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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 14:57:56 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Kona, Hawaii
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Boardwalk Saints vs. The Flyin Hawaiians
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match - 30 Minute Time Limit[/u] J-P Sparxx vs. Sean Moore
Winners Get a World Tag Team Title Shot[/u] Texpress vs. Drink & Destroy vs. Moosehead Jack & Stank
Trinity vs. Alexander Darling, LD Williams & A Mystery Partner Davin Moreland & Chris Evans vs. Concrete TG & Matt Folz Ravenna Blue & Stan Fulton vs. Bryce Larson & Eric O'Mac
card subject to illegal search and seizure by Dog
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 14:59:04 GMT -5
*Rick's office*
Alexander Darling is sitting there glaring at Rick as we seemingly join them mid-conversation.
GMtR: I am not putting you in a 3-on-1 handicap match against Trinity. I don't care what your motivations are.
Alexander: I don't want to bring Unforgiven into this. It's not about them, just give me 2 partners off the street.
GMtR: Just no Alex. Find 2 people in the back who'll work with you. I know there's a few who've said they would.
Alexander: Fine.
Alexander storms out of Rick's office and begins a backstage search as he's looking for someone. He finally gets to LD Williams locker room. He knocks once. Then after 3 seconds knocks again. And then just as he's about to knock again LD answers the door.
LDW: Alex.
Alexander: I need to know if you were being sincere.
LDW: Sincere about what?
Alexander: Backing me up if I asked for help against Tytan and I guess Trinity as a whole now.
LDW: I said I would. I don't make comments like that lightly.
Alexander: But Moose...
LDW: Moose is his own man. Just like me. No matter what you may think about that, I said I'd have your back about this and I will. What is it you need?
Alexander: Rick won't give me a match against Trinity unless I have partners.
LDW: Why not ask your teammates in Unforgiven?
Alexander: Because I don't want to ask them to join a cause they didn't sign up for. I brought those guys in to make them better men. Not to be soldiers in a war.
LDW: And you think I'll be your soldier?
Alexander: I hope you would. You've always been a good man LD. Even when you align with those that aren't. I get that. Loyalty is something I take very serious. And the fact is, there's no one better I'd want to watch my back if you mean it and I think you do.
LDW: I said I would so I will. But we would still need a 3rd. Any ideas?
Alexander: One. Let's talk inside away from the cameras for a while and then bring it to Rick.
LDW steps aside and allows Alex to enter the locker room. Alex puts his arm around LD and whispers something in his ear. LD turns to look at Alex and has a very shocked look on his face. But Alex just nods as they walk into the room and shut the door.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:00:31 GMT -5
~~ Zane and Chad get out of Zane's 1965 Mustang at the Airport, ready to board the flight to Hawaii. Bridgette doesn't get out of the car this time. Zane leans in, kiss her cheek and ~~
Zane: You sure you'll be Alright to drive this all the way by yourself?
Bridgette: Of course. I don't mind. I hate flying, you know that, so this makes more sense. Whenever Erlana plans the return date, She'll email me and I'll rejoin you then.
~~ She fires up the car and pulls away. Chad & Zane grab their bags and head inside. ~~
Chad: I wonder what the meals are? I'm starving. I need a steak and a nap
Zane: We have alot of wok to do on the trip. Don't plan on sleeping the whole trip.
Chad: Wha???
Zane: 2 straight losses. You can live with that?
Chad: Well, no, but still, there's a whole week.
Zane: It's either study on the plane or study in the dressing room, which would seriously cut into your luau time.
Chad: Good point. I'm looking forward to getting lei'd often this week.
Zane: (groans) I don't want to hear about it
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:01:13 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland appears to be fresh from a shower as he enters the main room of his locker room. He's drying his hair off, but is already in his Personal Dress Code outfit. A lovely charcoal gray is the selection for the evening. Samantha has chosen the navy blue pants suit for some reason. Probably because she'll be traveling shortly. Moonbeam is there as well, cleaned up nicely in a form-fitting floral print dealy. Lovely. Now that the scene is set, you can start caring about this promo. Davin and Samantha stand up, get a production guy ready to cue the logos and shit, and Moonbeam gets some phlegm out of her throat. Finally, the lights come on, and Moonbeam starts*
SFJ420: Good evening everyone. I'm Moonbeam O'Callahan, your host for what is sure to be OOWF-TVs highest rated segment ever - the inaugural edition of "Top 10 Frauds of the Week", starring Samantha Darling-Moreland and Your World Heavyweight Champion, Davin Moreland!
DM: Thanks Moonbeam. For those of you interested...and I know you are, since I'm involved...Samantha and I have grown tired of complaining to each other what a bunch of frauds the competitors in OOWF have become. So, we decided to make a running show of it, trying to vent our frustration...and entertaiment...to you. Now Samantha, what are the qualifications to make our list?
SDM: It's simple, Davin. If you're a fraud, you're eligible. And for our purposes, a "fraud" is someone who are given a shit-ton more credit and praise than they actually deserve in relation to their talent. This list is long and extensive, so it will be a challenge to limit the list to 10 each week. But we're professionals, so we'll make sure to get it done.
DM: So...without further delay...let's start the Top 10 Frauds of the Week!
SDM: And Davin, the first ever person on this list is certainly near and dear to your heart. Moonbeam?
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen...The #10 Fraud of the Week is...Tyler Vangarde!
*A short clip of Vangarde is shown. Predictably, it's Davin beating the crap out of him. It freezes on one frame that looks like he's being choked to death, is shrunk, and moved near Davin's head*
DM: I only thought this was appropriate really, especially after tonight. You see, in 2007, I was robbed of the OOWF Rookie of the Year award by Vangarde, who at the time was known as "Voltage". He went on to do jack shit, teaming in a joke team with Ecosystem for a while before disappearing.
SDM: Then he came back, and disappeared again, doing absolutely nothing.
DM: If there were a lifetime achievement award for "Biggest Fraud", Vangarde would easily win it. Not only is he talentless, but he's unreliable, and isn't worthy of the awards and press clippings he's received. Put it this way. I, Davin Moreland, since that time, have gone on to win 13 Singles and Team Titles in this company. Vangarde has gone on to embarrass himself and this company. And he's robbed money from you, the fans.
SDM: That's right. Now, Vangarde appears to be seriously injured tonight after Larson and Eric took care of business. Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
DM: Hopefully this time, he'll stay away for good. And now, #9...Moonbeam?
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen...the #9 Fraud of the Week is...The Dead!
SDM: Man...fuck that guy. Seriously. What a tool. You tried and tried and tried to reach that ungrateful piece of shit, and what does he do? Disappear. Embarrass you. Gets his ass kicked routinely. He's not only a fraud, he's a joke, and he attempts on a regular basis to undermine the popularity of OOWF.
DM: All very true. It's true, I've had Dead in 2 factions with me. This time, I thought maybe, just maybe, he was worth another chance. Then I catch him trashing my fucking locker room. I mean, how old is this tool? 10? Fucking grow up.
SDM: Or, after tonight, die. Either one's fine with me.
DM: DALLAS BRADEN!
SDM: Huh?
DM: Never mind, let's move on.
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen, the #8 Fraud of the Week is...Concrete Takaken Gryfon!
DM: And let's be honest here. Crete deserves a permanent place on this list. You all know why. But for those who don't? My lovely wife...
SDM: During the war, Davin here tirelessly, and selflessly worked as the Assistant General Manager and top face of the company while LB Bennett and his crew tried to take over the OOWF. Where was Crete? Why Connecticut of course! Getting a massive push over all the fraudulent talent there. Then, one day, he decided to come back. And he just expected everyone would forget what he did.
DM: He ABANDONED us when we needed him most. As far as I'm concerned, it's worse than anything LB Bennett could have done. And now, some of you sheep continue to cheer that Super Fraud night after night. I imagine they're all children or guys with Down's Syndrome like Eli Manning. Regardless, I don't think Crete's won a match in 2 years, and certainly isn't relevant anymore. I mean, he's routinely losing to any bum off the street Rick hires. Superhero? Super Fucking Fraud. And that's only #8.
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen, The #7 Fraud of the Week is...Alexis Darling!
SDM: It hurts *tapping her heart and feigning emotion* to realize the truth here. But indeed, my sister is a fraud. Not only is she a fraud, but she's a fraud's fraud. She can't wrestle her way out of a paper bag, and would have been stuck there forever, until Davin decided to carry her ass to a title.
DM: That's right. Alexis is my sister-in-law...my family. But you may as well anoint me the only Tag Team Champion who actually won the titles all by his damn self. You know? I like Alexis personally...but when she acts like she can actually wrestle...well...we all know the truth. Fraud. Fraud. Fraud. Next?
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen, The #6 Fraud of the Week is...Fatt Rolz! er....Matt Folz!
DM: Thanks Moony. I think this is pretty damned clear too to anyone who watches OOWF. Matt Folz is a talentless thug who lucks his way into victory after victory. It's like falling off a 10 story building and landing in a pile of $100 bills. It's called "bullshit luck" or "horseshoe up one's ass". The next time Matt Folz wins a match with his talent, it will be the first time.
SDM: Matt Folz? I haven't forgotten what you did to me, and so help me if you ever cross my path again I'll beat you into a coma. And I'll fucking laugh while doing it.
DM: However, Matt Folz is still technically the Intercontinental Champion, so that's going to lead to...
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen, The #5 Fraud of the Week is...Chris Evans?
DM: Unfortunately. And Chris, this hurts, it really, really does. But if you lose two weeks in a row to a talentless fraud like Matt Folz, you need to not only be on this list, but you have to be higher than he is. It's just the way of the world.
SDM: We don't want it to be this way, Chris. But it's how it has to be, since clearly you're not paying any attention at all to what we tell you. If you want to screw off and be some mid-card nobody for the rest of your life, that's fine. But not on our nickel, and not on our time.
DM: I believe in you Chris Evans, but right now? You're no more than a full-of-shit fraud. You can get better. And you will...or you'll be gone.
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen, The #4 Fraud of the Week is...Bryce Larson!
SDM: I know most of you have been waiting for this once. Bryce Larson, the Prodigal Son. Shows up when he wants, disappears when he doesn't. Shows up for the Undercard, disappears in the Main Event. That is a textbook definition of "fraud".
DM: You're not nearly as skilled as you think you are, and in fact, you're unsafe in the ring. It's a testament to my talent and the talent of others here in OOWF that you aren't dead, and that you haven't killed anyone else. If Alicia Fox were a man, she'd be named "Bryce Larson".
SDM: Well stated, honey.
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen, The #3 Fraud of the Week is...The Atlanta Falcons!
SDM: Simple enough. We're not just talking about wrestlers here people, and there is no football team as we speak that is currently a bigger fraud than the Atlanta Falcons.
DM: The Bears, Phillies, Jets and Steelers all missed the cut, but the first time you play someone with any talent all year long...IN YOUR HOUSE...on National TV with a chance to win the division and homefield...and guess what? You show your true, fraudulent colors. Can't throw, can't run, can't stop the run, can't stop the pass. I don't give a flying fuck what your record is - you've played no one all year long, you lost the two outdoor road games against teams with marginal at best talent, and then you get beat by the Saints. 12-3? Might as well be 3-12. The NFC as a whole is a fucking joke, but Atlanta as a 1 seed is an even bigger one. Next!
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen, The #2 Fraud of the Week is...Alexander Darling!
SDM: Poor, poor Brother Dear. You know? There was a time when Alexander was worth something in this business. Now he's Jeff fucking Hardy without the face paint. Although that's probably next.
DM: You know? It's funny. I've spent more than half my career carrying your bums of a family around. And you know what? I did it. Gladly. Without complaining or expecting rewards in return. That's the kind of guy I am, people. Generous to a fault. Magnanimous. And I'm willing to do ANYTHING for those in need...and the fans too.
SDM: Sad. Alexander can't be #1 in anything...not even this list. I mean, you're a good enough wrestler I guess, but you lost to fucking TYTAN for God's sake. TYTAN! The mental midget! Frankenstein without the personality and intelligence!
DM: He's probably going to see this and then go cut himself for an hour while listening to fucking Morrissey and writing emoetry. It's a shame what you've become, Alex. You used to be a champion. Then you were a paper champion. And now? You're just a fucking fraud.
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen, The #1 Fraud of the Week is...Tytan!
DM: This should be pretty self-explanatory. You're a below-average wrestler who lucked into some opportunities - made sure other people were distracted or busy with something else...and then you tried to make a name for yourself as some sort of bad-ass.
SDM: We've seen this story before. First it was the juice. Then it was after that. Then Gods and Monsters. Blah Blah fucking Blah Blah Blah. If there was a lesser-talented champion in OOWF history than Tytan, I'd like to hear the name.
DM: You won't, because it won't happen. Tytan, you're a shitty wrestler, and you finally came up against someone who isn't a fucking moron. Not only that...I fucking TOLD YOU what I was going to do. More than once! You thought I was going to do backstage attacks or other such dumb shit? I maintained focus. And I took your title. And tonight? I got my revenge for what you did to my cousin.
SDM: And not only that, you exposed him for what he is. And that is...
DM, SDM, SFJ420: A FRAUD!
DM: Thank you for joining us for our first edition of "Top 10 Frauds of the Week". I know you enjoyed it and are looking forward to next week's edition.
SDM: And since you can't get enough of us...we know...don't forget to catch us on Saturday Night Live this week!
DM: I know no one watches that show anymore, but you will when we're on it I'm sure.
SFJ420: Until next time, everyone! This is Moonbeam O'Callahan with Samantha Darling-Moreland and 4-time and Current OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Davin Moreland!
*Some cheesy theme music hits, and we fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:01:50 GMT -5
In the DESTROYITARIUM, the members of Drink and Destroy are having a (typically) raucous celebration, along with members of Unforgiven.
Outback Jack: ...And when do we get our titles shots, then?
Alexis Darling : Well, I'm sure once you lobby the championship committee they'll be more than happy to evaluate your rankings in the team division. After that it's merely a matter of proving your status of contendership, perhaps with a few matches against some your equals. I do believe that Carl and that Bunny freak aren't booked this week, maybe you could...
Alexis is cut off, and uncharacteristic laughing squeal replacing the end of her sentence and Ashley Darling showers her with champagne.
"Dashing" Victor DeNiro: Or we could do it the just do it the easy way, go through The Texpress and Moosehead Jack and Stank, and then take them from you next week.
LD: And that's the easy way?
OBJ:*belches* Well, it's the most fun at least.
D.H. Magnusson: First we get past th' Hawiians again. Then we'll look at next week. We're gonna be in there backyard, an'...
DHM's word are cut off by "Dangerous" Danny Taylor's hand on his shoulder, as he yanks his head to the door, where Spencer Darling [/i] is waiting.
SD: She's here, Maggs.
DHM nods, getting up, grabbing his belt as he does.
DHM: Thanks, Danny. Gimme a sec, huh?
DHM slips out the door, nodding to Spencer as he shuts it behind him, turning to face the woman in the hallway.
DHM: Y'could come in, y'know. Everyone would be happy to...
Sugar: No, I really couldn't. I'm sorry, D.H.. That was his place, not mine and I....I....
DHM: Well, thanks for comin', anyway. I know it ain't...well...y'know...
DHM's words trail off, and the two stand there for a moment in silence before DHM lifts the belt from his shoulder, folding the straps in and pushing it towards her.
DHM: Look, I want y'to have this. It's his. I had it fixed for him. And for you.
Sugar's eyes widen, her fingers reaching out to trace the championship nameplate, where the name "Spin Hansen" has been affixed.
Sugar: I couldn't. I mean he....you....this....
DHM presses the belt into her hands. wrapping her fingers around it.
DHM: An' Lexie had the Darling attorneys look inta a few tings, they figure they can get you a cut outta whatever Sons merchandise an' DVDs get sold...stuff like that. She says they're gonna get in touch.
Sugar: D.H....I...
DHM: He was my brother, Sugar. This is the way things get done.
Sugar:...he'd be happy, you know? That you were taking on the name. That you were keeping it. He never really clicked...never really fit in anyplace before you and the boys.
DHM: Yeah, I know the feelin'. Look, whyn't you come on in. Just say hello to everyone?
Sugar: I can't. I just can't. I'm sorry - but I need to just try to....try to heal, you know? And i can't do that here...I shouldn't even be here. I should go. I've got a car waiting and I... I'm sorry, but I just can't....
DHM: ...yeah, I know. I'll....uh...Well, if y'want, I could stop in next time we're in Utah. Just t'check in, y'know?
Sugar smiles weakly: I'd like that.
DHM hugs the smaller woman, almost engulfing her as he discreetly a small piece of paper similar in size to folded check into her purse.
DHM: I'll see you soon, huh?
Sugar: D.H....Thank you.
DHM: Awww...get outta here, doll. You don't want t'lose that cab.
Sugar starts to say something, but instead just smiles, backing away before turning with the belt in her hands and leaving. After a moment, DHM reaches for the door, only to have Spencer open it.
SD: Rick's going to have your ass....and your paycheck for that, you know that, right?
DHM: Yup.
Spencer smiles. Well, then, you better buy those people some drinks, while you still have money. I'll call and let them know they have to replace belt before Wednesday.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:02:18 GMT -5
*Olympic Gold Medalist, Dancing with the Stars Champion and and America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson is PACKING~! in Chris Evans' locker room. It appears there are more bags here than just enough to go on to the next city. Evans comes out of the shower, bruised and his head sort of hanging down. He smiles when he sees Shawn, but doesn't get one in return. His smile fades as he sees all the luggage*
CE: Hey Shawn...uh...going somewhere?
OGMSJ: Uh...yeah. Hawai'i. Remember?
CE: Yeah, but this seems like an awful lot of stuff, I mean...
OGMSJ: *sighs* Chris? We need to talk.
CE: *gulps and sits* Ok...
OGMSJ: *sits next to him* Chris, you know I care about you, right?
CE: Sure, of course.
OGMSJ: Well, I mean...when I first met you, I was attracted to you...not just because of looks or whatever, but because of your confidence and drive.
CE: Well, uh...thanks.
OGMSJ: Because that's something I have too. I mean, I am a gold medalist, and basically I can win anything I put my mind to because I believe in myself, right?
CE: Right.
OGMSJ: And you used to be the same way, you know?
CE: What? Wait a second. I mean, I still am.
OGMSJ: *smirks and shakes her head* No Chris. Not anymore. I don't know what happened. Maybe I'm a bad influence on you or whatever. But, I mean, you're just carrying yourself like a JAG.
CE: A JAG?
OGMSJ: Just a Guy. I don't want Just a Guy, Chris. I could have that with anyone. I want a winner. I want a Champion. And you? You're not that guy anymore.
CE: Wait a second. Shawn. I'm just on a bad streak. You know? It happens-
OGMSJ: No. It doesn't just happen. And it's not just that. Your whole demeanor has changed. I mean, people bust their ASS to give you every advantage every week, and what do you do? You don't. Show. Up.
CE: That's not fair-
OGMSJ: Oh no? It may not be fair, but it's the truth. And I'm not going to waste my time anymore, because that's what I'm doing...spinning my wheels with you. I need to be with a winner. And sadly, Davin was right.
CE: Davin? Right about what?
OGMSJ: You. You're a fraud. And it makes me sad, cause I thought you were different. I mean, I don't want things to be too awkward because we're both still in GFY, right? We can be adults about this? Just accept that it didn't work and move on?
CE: SHAWN! Listen, don't do this now...just wait a couple weeks and-
OGMSJ: I don't think so, Chris. I don't think so. I'll send someone for my stuff, and I'll...uh...see you down the road or something, k?
*With that, she grabs her Gold Medal, puts it around her neck and leaves. Evans just sits there dumbstruck, and we fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:02:48 GMT -5
(Tytan is getting medical attention for the broken nose. GMtheRick is there.)
Rick: So is he going to be able to wrestle.
ERDoc: Well if he takes a couple of weeks off then he should be fine.
Rick: So where was your Trinity, Mr. Former Champion.
Tytan: Shut the fuck up Rick. I will deal with Juni when I get my chance he was probably making a snowman with Firewoman. He wants to talk about giving to me and Firewoman well I am still waiting for my turn. I ain't going to be put down that easy.
Rick: You take one shot to that nose you are going to bleed out all over the ring.
(Voice from behind)
Vfrombehind: That's why he is going to wear this.
(The voices tosses a cut down Deatheater mask that has a metal like material covering the nose and the orbital area.)
Rick: What the hell is this and who are you?
Voice: I am his doctor.
(Tytan looks over and see who it is as the Doc sets his nose back into place.)
Tytan: Diana.
Dr: Rick let me reintroduce myself in case you forgot. My name is Dr. Diana Podvod, and I am and have been for a long time Jason. I mean Tytan's Doctor.
Rick: Holy freaken crap it seems like this is the month of the Dead.
Diana: Now if you excuse me I need to take care of my patient, and Rick if you don't allow him to wear the protective piece. I will do the one thing you never did when these "accidents" happened. I will have more lawyers down here serving Davin Moreland with papers for assaulting my patient in ways that have nothing to do with the rules that this federation and the OOWF board have supposedly put in order. Also, I will have any and every Athletic commission coming after you for purposely putting your employees in danger every time they step into the ring.
Rick: He tried to kill two people.
Diana: No body no crime, and those two people are his supposed allies right now.
Tytan: (watching in awe or maybe that's the drugs.) Wow Diana, long time no see.
Diana: Shut up Tytan. This will hurt for a second. (Diana gets him with a needle of something.) So Rick do we have a deal or am I going to really have to play hard.
Rick: (Trying to decide if he should call her bluff.) Fine...fine. I don't need anymore lawyers around here.
Diana: Now let me take care of my patient.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:03:25 GMT -5
The Flyin' Hawai'ians enter their locker room. Noelani fills a glass with some form of alcohol they had out and gulps it down.
Aina: Lani...
Noelani says nothing. She simply pours another glass and stands there, looking at them.
Aina: We'll get them back next week.
Noelani continues to glares at them while she swirls her drink with her other hand on her hip.
Aina: It'll be in front of our fellow Hawai'ians...
Kai: Shenanigans.
Both Aina and Noelani look at Kai.
Kai: We weren't supposed to lose bruddah.
Aina: Seriously, Lani, next week in Hawai'i...
Noe: YES!! Next week! IN HAWAI'I!!!
Noelani throws her drink in Kai's face.
Noe: It is our HOME!! It is our PEOPLE!! We were SUPPOSED to carry those belts HOME as CHAMPIONS and you FUCKED IT UP!!! Ao no ho'i!
Noelani throws her glass against a wall and storms into her room, slamming the door behind you. Kai and Aina simply look at each other.
Kai: A towel, bruddah?
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:03:58 GMT -5
Evans is seen walking backstage, visibly shaken up from having Shawn Johnson leave him and from ranking so high on Davin's fraud list.
Evans: A fraud...is that what I’ve really allowed myself to become?
Voice: Hey Evans, you alright? You look pretty shaken up.
E: The hell do you want, Folz? Haven’t you taken enough from me already? Shawn is gone, Davin has labeled me as a fraud. And you hold my title.
Folz: Evans, you know I respect your talents, but you just have to face the facts. I am simply better than you are.
E: Yeah, way to rub it in, Folz. You wanna get out of here now? I’m kinda not in the mood.
F: Nothing personal, but the truth can hurt, Evans. Just deal with it and move on.
Folz turns to leave.
E: Deal with it, huh? Alright...I think I will.
Evans goes behind Folz and slams him with a Rolling Elbow, sending Folz crumpling to the ground.
Evans looks at the ninja-cam.
E: You know, I have to thank you, Shawn. If you’re seeing this right now, leaving me was the best thing you have ever done for me.
F: Evans, what the hell are you doing? This isn’t part of your nature. This isn’t like you.
E: That’s just the thing Folz; you don’t know the first thing about me.
Evans charges and hits a running knee to Folz’ ribs. Folz sells this as if he was just shot in the stomach with a cannon.
E: Not part of my nature, huh? Was what I did to Larson part of my nature? Huh?! You know this reminds me...there was a part of myself that showed up back then, a part of me that I felt I would never have to show again. You remember that, don’t you Folz? I had beaten Larson to within an inch of his life. Now, while a regular person wouldn’t even let things go that far, do you remember what I did afterwards? I had him on top of a steel cage, twisting his body, his bones, his very psyche, to the breaking point, to the point where he could feel nothing but sheer pain and agony.
And even then, I refused to release him. If it weren’t for Ravenna stopping me, Bryce would not even be able to walk right now. And if it weren’t for Eco catching him while he plummeted to the ground below, he would not even be part of this world right now.
That part of me that many would say is “not of my nature.” Well sometimes shit happens in your life where you need to have a bit of help from others in order to get what you desire.
F: This proves it. You attacking me proves that you have been warped by Davin. The Evans I know would never do this. What of your honor, Chris? What of your soul? What will doing this to me bring you in the long run?
E: It will bring me victory. For me, victory is worth everything. Even my very soul.
Remember this Folz. You brought this upon yourself.
Evans looks again into the ninja-cam.
E: Davin, this is what you wanted, huh? You don’t have to hope for me to improve. Hope is for the weak, and weakness is not something that I have any use for.
Evans drops a knee hard onto Folz’ spine. He keeps his knee driven into Folz’ back and locks in a Dragon Sleeper, bending Folz back so that his head is nearly completely upright. Folz is screaming in agony, begging for Evans to stop, but to no avail. Evans has gone into a sort of trance, his eyes void of any and all emotion.
Folz tries to do all that he can in order to escape the hold, but passes out from the sheer pain. Security is finally able to get to the scene, and is somehow able to pry Evans off of Folz, who at this point is now bleeding from the mouth, convulsing in the blood that is puddling near his head.
Evans now comes to his senses and sees what he has done.
E: *scoff* See you in the ring...fraud.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:04:31 GMT -5
*Fade in to see Eric O'Mac, Lauren Phoenix, and Bryce Larson walking backstage. Eric is talking on his bluetooth headset (that's apparently connected to his new Droid) and Bryce is fuming. When they walk into a nearby locker room, Bryce slams the door. This catches Eric's attention and he hangs up.*
Eric: Let's hope you didn't hit the Amnesiac with that slammed door. That's my gimmick.
Bryce: Shut up! What the hell is your problem?
Eric: No idea what you're talking about.
Bryce: It's one thing to win the match, but did you really have to fucking injure our opponents?
Eric: Look at it this way, Bryce, one less tag team to deal with.
Bryce: Those were friends of ours, Eric. They were teammates of ours in DEVIL. They had your back, they had my back, they...
Eric: *cutting Bryce off while raising his voice*...THEY HAD TO GO, BRYCE.
Bryce: I didn't sign up for this shit.
*Bryce goes for the door, but Eric moves in his way.*
Bryce: Get out of my way.
Eric: Where are you going to go, Bryce? Are you going back to your master, Alexander Darling? He hasn't even THOUGHT about your existence since we've started teaming.
Bryce: I'll have you know he HATES the idea of us teaming.
Eric: OF COURSE HE DOES! It's one less thing he can take credit for! But you see, me and you, we're undefeated as a team. The current tag team champions? We've beaten them TWICE. But I've talked to Rick, and he's not going to give a tag team championship title shot to a team that may or may not be together at the end of next month. Success is what you want, isn't it? ISN'T IT?
Bryce: Taking out our former allies isn't the road I want to take.
Eric: And guess what, boy scout? You didn't have to take that road. I TOOK THAT ROAD. I took it today, and I'll take it tomorrow. You don't want to get your hands dirty? I'll do that. I'll GLADLY do that. You can be Morgan Freeman, I'll be Tim Robbins and swim through 5 football fields full of shit to get to our goal of winning the tag team championships.
*Bryce sighs in frustration. Eric puts his hand on his shoulder and whispers in his ear.*
Eric: Just stop moping kid, what's done is done. Once you get your head wrapped around all this, I know you...you're going to love where this is going to end up. It's just like we talked about....the revolution is coming soon. You see, right now, Bryce....you're playing with fire. And it's a lot of fun. You may not see that right now, but you will. We're winning matches. We're going to the top. But you see, the thing about playing with fire, kid...
*Eric walks out the door with Lauren by his side as he says...*
Eric: ...you play too long, you're going to get burned.
*Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:05:01 GMT -5
*We cut to the inside of a private jet, and we see Davin, Samantha, Moonbeam and Shawn Johnson. Davin and Samantha look sickeningly cute snuggled together on an oversized leather chair with a blanket half-covering them. Shawn is kneeling, and sitting on her legs, while Moonbeam is sitting in a chair over her, braiding her hair. Considering the douchebagginess that these 4 can display at times, this scene is certainly incongruous with their collective behavior. Also obvious is that they have no idea the ninjacams are along*
SFJ420: It's ok, Shawn. You don't need him anyway. You don't.
OGMSJ: I know, I know. Still, I feel bad, you know? Maybe I was too hard on him.
SFJ420: Dammit Shawn, no. You're better than he is. And you can do better than that.
OGMSJ: *tilts her head and looks up at her, smirking* Uh huh. And you have NO vested interest in me staying single, right?
SFJ420: Hey, I never said anything about you being single, man. As far as interest...
OGMSJ: I know. I know. I guess I miss you too, you freak.
SFJ420: Psh. You'd know, man.
OGMSJ: *blushing visibly now* Moony...
SFJ420: I'm just teasing you, man. Like...I get it, you know? No big, dude. You know what's up.
OGMSJ: *looking back ahead so she can finish braiding* I know. So do you.
SDM: *groggy* Get a room already, you two.
OGMSJ: Oh, sorry Samantha. I didn't mean to wake you up.
DM: You didn't. Here, watch this.
*He tosses the Droid you're not looking for to Shawn. It's a clip of Chris Evans' promo and beatdown from earlier*
OGMSJ: Interesting. Too bad it took something so drastic, you know?
SFJ420: It's gonna take more than that to prove anything, man.
OGMSJ: Oh, would you please stop being jealous?
SFJ420: Sorry. I can't, like, help it, man.
DM: Stupid New York.
OGMSJ: New York? Why are we going to New York? I thought we were going to Hawai'i?
SDM: *still waking up* Duh. Saturday Night Live. Did you think we were kidding?
OGMSJ: Oh wow. Am I going?
SFJ420: Unless you like, wanna sit on the plane, man.
OGMSJ: Oh...*looks like she's got a ton on her mind*
DM: What, Shawn?
OGMSJ: Oh...you know...that dir...um...that sp...no...Selena is going to be there. We don't exactly get along. We had a match, you know.
DM: Well first, that was a while ago. Second, she's a married woman now. Third, you've both changed quite a bit since you saw each other last. Fourth, she's working. And finally, can't you grow up and be adult with each other?
OGMSJ: Sure. *I* can. But she probably brought that fucking seal, and-
SDM: *gets up and sits next to her* Listen, Shawn. It will be fine. I promise. Just be adult about it, right? And have some damn fun, would you?
OGMSJ: I kinda like New York...
DM: Nobody's Perfect.
SDM: And *I* am going to go to the homestead for a bit before we go.
DM: Joy. Newark.
SDM: Dammit Davin, that's where we-
SFJ420: All right, all right. Everyone relax...do we need to relax naturally or chemically? Cause I don't wanna bicker the whole way, man.
DM: She's right, as usual. Let's just have fun. Besides, I'm looking forward to seeing Selena again. It's been a while.
OGMSJ: I thought you hated her.
DM: Like you, I've got to remember that people change over time. It's gonna be fun. Trust me.
SDM: It's creepy when you do that.
DM: Besides, I get to be Davin Moreland on national TV. You know, even though no one watches the show anymore. I betcha this will be their highest rated show in years. And why not? Davin Moreland will be gracing them with his presence.
SDM: Crank it up to 11, honey. They'll love it.
DM: They can't help themselves.
SFJ420: You guys are ridiculous.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:05:19 GMT -5
<Plot Forwarding!>
(Uncharacteristically, Eco barges directly into the medical room with Diana Podvod and Tytan, instead of sneaking in.)
Eco: (breathing heavy) How are you doing?
Tytan: What the hell happened out there?
Diana: Excuse me, I’m with my patient for the time being—
Eco: (swiveling his head) Hi there. Is it Diana? Name’s Juni, I don’t think we ever met. Good to see you’re alive. However, if you’ll allow me a couple minutes for explanation—
Tytan: A couple minutes? You pull out a FOG MACHINE and don’t even attack Davin on the way up after he busts my nose? You think that’s going to take a couple minutes to brush off?
Eco: I wasn’t on top of that ramp, Tytan.
Tytan: Excuse me?
Eco: ROLL IT.
Eco: Notice how they never pulled up their hoods? And how “we” didn’t walk toward you?
Tytan: Yeah, so who—
Eco: Stagehands.
Tytan: So where the hell were you?
Eco: ROLL IT.
Eco: So at this point in the night, The Dead—one of my old friends in this business—and Tyler Vangarde—my old partner and the man I helped save, TWICE—are in serious condition being hurried into medical care. At this point, all I know about your situation is that the monster Tytan is facing the little pissant opportunist Davin Moreland, and to be frank, I wasn’t really concerned about your situation. As it turns out, the fucking psychopath Moreland showed up rather than the chickenshit Davin—two sides of the same insufferable coin. I wasn’t expecting that.
Tytan: So you weren’t there, but Fire—
Eco: Was with me. In the hospital, assisting with Dead and Tyler’s medical records.
Tytan: So why did the stagehands—
Eco: Fire’s idea, actually. We caught the show on a monitor and couldn’t be there in person in time, so she made a quick call to the guys in special effects once your match turned ugly. Took a minute, but they got out there and bluffed Davin down. Next time we won’t leave.
Tytan: (getting up angrily) There won’t be a next time. We’re taking him out.
Diana: Tytan!
Tytan: WHAT?
Diana: We haven’t finished the exam. Exam now, kill later.
Tytan: (eyeing Eco warily) You owe me, Juni.
Eco: Yeah. Yeah, I do.
(Eco exits.)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:06:05 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! in the Trinity locker rooms, her bags packed (as usual since she never unpacks anyway). She's been waiting for Eco to get back from the hospital, and been a very good girl and not gone anywhere or anything. Finally Eco comes back.
FW: Is Brother Tytan okay?
Eco: He's fine. Irritated, but fine. You stayed here?
FW: Yes.
Eco: The whole time?
FW: Yes.
Eco: *Really looking at her for the first time.* You look upset. What is it?
FW: I'm fine...really...
Eco: Lisa....
FW: Please, it's nothing.
Eco: *Sitting down and taking her hands in his, and looking directly into her eyes.* You know by now you can tell me anything. You don't have to carry these burdens yourself anymore.
FW: Well.....I was thinking about our match.....I don't know what happened, it's like ... I thought it was.....
Eco: You flashed back to your last match, when Tytan had you on the ropes.
FW: Yes....I did....
Eco: Maybe it was too soon...
FW: Is Carl going to be okay? I just...I saw red.....Just like I did when....
Eco: You saw the man beating up the woman in the park?
Firewoman puts her head down and nods, appearing to look ashamed.
Eco: Maybe this was a mistake....maybe it was too soon.
FW: Please, no. Now that I'm here...I want to stay. It won't happen again.
Eco: It might.
FW: No, I'll try harder. I promise...I'm ... I'm sorry I let you down this week.
Eco: *sigh* It's okay. Baby steps, right? *she nods*...wait...there's something else.
FW: No....I'm good...
Eco: Please don't lie.
FW: Just...have you seen next week's card?
Eco: No I've been busy with Tytan.
FW: Did he say how he found Diana?
Eco: No, I thought she died in the explosion at Ultimo.
FW: Nah...during our last feud, I found her. I was having her kept at "an undisclosed location."
Eco: When did you let her go?
FW: That's just the thing, I didn't. I guess I forgot.
Which she says with the nonchalance of someone who realized they forgot to turn out the light over the stove. Eco laughs.
FW: What?
Eco: Sometimes your sociopathy is quite endearing. Go on...medicine time.
FW: How much longer do I have to--
Eco: Until the doctor says. We've got a chartered jet to Hawaii to catch.
Fire smiles and goes back to her private room. Ecosystem picks up the run sheet that was behind her in the chair, hidden, and reads it.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:07:11 GMT -5
Poe is seen walking around what appears to be a TV show set. Suddenly Selena pops out from a dressing room.Sa-T: Omie!! Selena rushes up to and hugs Poe, then kisses him. Then she smacks him hard on the chest.Sa-T: Thought you'd never get here. Poe: Airports have been clogged my love. What is in your hair? Sa-T: Oh, this *laughs* One of the band dared me to wear it at rehearsal. Hey! Don't change the subject! Poe: Beloved, I had some business to attend to as well, but I'm here now. Sa-T: Is this business one of those things you never tell me about and ask me to not ask? Poe smiles and leans in to whisper something to Selena. Her eyes and smile brighten.Sa-T: Really? When? Poe: Very soon. Sa-T: Omigosh, that'll be much fun. Poe: So now... the bad news. Sa-T: I don't like bad news. Poe: Davin Moreland and his posse will be here as you know... Sa-T: Yeah, so? Poe: Shawn Johnson is among them. Selena says nothing, seemingly chewing on her lip. She then shrugs.Sa-T: Doesn't mean I have to put up with her. Poe: Well, we'll likely have dinner... Sa-T: Why are you being all chummy with Davin Moreland now? Poe puts his hands on Selena's waist, pulling her to him.Poe: I'm putting the past behind me. Turning the page so to speak. He extended the olive branch. It's the gentlemanly thing to do to accept it... provided he's sincere. Selena sighs.Sa-T: Fine. I'll get along. I can be sweet ya know. *huge smile* But if she calls me a dirty sp... Poe: I trust she will not. Selena stands on her tippy toes and kisses Poe again. Sa-T: Wanna watch the next rehearsal? Poe: Nervous? Sa-T: D'uh. This was just a hobby, but now... How did I get this gig? Poe: Some things are best left unknown I guess Beloved. Selena eyes Poe, then smiles and winks. She gives a cute wave before heading back to the dressing room as Poe looks for somewhere to sit.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:07:38 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland appears to be IN REHEARSAL~! in what looks to be another horrid "Macgruber" sketch. The director is talking to him from just off camera*
D: Then it's easy, just mug for the camera..."Live from New York", blah blah blah
DM: Ok. Well, when does the funny stuff happen?
*the director looks non-plussed and Will Forte looks confused*
WF: Are you kidding? This is comedy gold!
DM: Oh. Well. Honestly, I thought you guys stopped doing this after you did it on RAW. I mean, RAW kills just about everything. It usually signals the end of the line for things like "comedy" and "careers".
WF: Umm...oh.
D: *trying to change the subject* Ok, great. So next up is the introduction, and-
DM: Yeah. I'll just ad-lib that.
D: Umm, ad-lib? We don't ad-
DM: I'll just ad-lib that.
D: But there are points you have to hit on, I mean-
DM: I've seen the show before. It's been the same thing every Saturday for 35 years. I think I can handle it.
D: Ok, sure, I know you can, but sometimes people get nervous and-
DM: I perform in front of more people than this every week. Don't I look like I can handle it?
D: Ohh...kay. Um, why don't we get the set ready for "Weekend Update", then it's lunch, ok folks?
DM: *sees Seth Meyers walk on set, and goes to shake his hand* Hey Seth. *lowers his voice* You know, you're one of the few relatively funny people here. How can you stand to work with these hacks?
SM: Paycheck man. Paycheck. They CTC? I show up and do "Weekend Update" and try not to slice my wrists watching another "Macgruber" skit.
DM: See? This is why I like you. You know what CTC is.
SM: Who doesn't love them some Sheed?
DM: No doubt. Hey, we've got everyone ready to go for the skit, right?
SM: I think so. Great ideas from you too. There's gonna be more drop-ins on this than there are for a whole season. But your other idea? Genius. But I had no idea you even, you know, watched that.
DM: Sure. It's actually the only show I DVR. I'm just glad we could drag her back from vacation for it.
SM: I imagine it's just going to end up a giant free-for-all at the end, especially since you'll all be on the desk at the same time.
DM: That's what I'm hoping for. But let's just play it straight in rehearsal.
SM: Good idea. I can't stand that prick of a director either. You know, I heard some of the alumni want to come back for this one.
DM: Well, of course they do. Why wouldn't they? I'm kind of a big deal, you know. Are they funny?
SM: *shrugs* Funny-er, anyway. Listen, we've got the fucking "Macgruber" thing done. "Weekend Update" will be done in like 2 seconds. You've got the intro on lock. That's just 2 more sketches...I say we smoke some pot, grab some of the alumni, make shit up as we go along. Can you fake an injury?
DM: *starts grabbing at his shoulder, convincingly* AHHH! SON OF A BITCH!
D: Davin! Davin! What happened?
DM: Shoulder! It's my shoulder. OH FUCK! I think I heard something pop!
D: SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Come on, someone help him to the hospital already!
SDM: *running to the stage from the dressing rooms* Davin! Oh my God! What happened?!?!
DM: Shoulder...pop...
SDM: YOU FUCKERS! I WILL SUE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!
DM: C'Mon honey, let's just get to the hospital, ok?
*Seth Myers is trying not to laugh as Davin sells the fuck out of his shoulder. Once he and Samantha get out of ear shot...*
SDM: Shoulder?
DM: Well hell, honey. I can't fake an ankle injury if I'm sitting down.
SDM: That's a really good point. Why are you faking injuries?
DM: Because bah gawd this show will be funny if it kills me.
SDM: Well, then you might want to contact Eco for some resurrection there. Cause you don't have much to work with.
DM: We have surprise guests. If the director doesn't have a fucking coronary after this one, we did it wrong. Hey, speaking of guests, did you bring any...uh...Sparxx Sprouts?
SDM: For your shoulder?
DM: For the cast. It can only help, right? Besides, only burnouts and old people watch this show anymore.
SDM: Well, until tomorrow night.
DM: Let's go get a goddamn snack.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:08:19 GMT -5
"Let It Rock" blares over the sound system in the Kona Arena as the ramp is bathed in white light. The silhouettes of two people come onto the stage and the lights move away exposing YOUR Onslaught Champion J-P Sparxx and his fine ass girl, Jewel. POSE!
They start their strut to the ring. J-P sits on the middle rope and holds the top rope up for Jewel. Such a gentleman. Jewel steps over the middle and poses, wigglin' that fine ass for J-P. J-P nearly cries. So beautiful. J-P then gets in the ring, grabs a mic from whatever mic stand they have and climbs the corner, holding the OOWF Onslaught Championship high.
J-PS: DA CHAMP...IS HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE!!
Jewel hollas in the ring as J-P climbs back down and walks towards her.
J-PS: THE Champ is in New York hosting SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE...ya know ya jealous. So I'm here holdin' down da fort for him, like any good GFY soldier would do. Let's here it one mo time for me!!
There's a spattering of cheers mixed in with the boos.
J-PS: Now let's here it for DA WORLD CHAMP DAVIN MORELAND! LIVE FROM NEW YORK!!
There's a huge chorus of boos from the crowd. J-P looks shocked.
J-PS: What. The. Hell. Is wrong witchoo people?!
Jewel can be heard yelling "they're jealous"
J-PS: You right baby, dey are jealous. Lemme drop some knowledge on you ignant fucks. WE are better. Than. You.
More boos.
J-PS: WE tour the world. WE make a shit ton mo money dan you. WE get the fame.
More boos.
J-PS: Don't belee me? You know who I am. WHO DA FUCK ARE YOU?!
More boos.
J-PS: WE rode up in dis joint in a limo, watchoo ride up in here on? A moped? Like I said, WE gots da money. And WE get the girls man. Look at my bitch.
Jewel poses in the center of the ring. More boos.
J-PS: I'll be honest, some o yo girls look good here. Some of them look like they ate deir sisters.
More boos.
J-PS: Hell, some a dem look like they've been on a Save da Children commercial!
A lot of boos. J-P looks into the camera sincerely.
J-PS: Only twenty cents a day can buy these children the crack they so desperately need.
Boos boos boos. J-P takes a moment to let them sink in.
J-PS: A'ight, so listen head shrinkers (boos) I got a match for ya'll dis week.
J-P looks to Jewel.
J-PS: I face Sean "Neevy" Moore.
Both J-P and Jewels jaws drop agape.
J-PS: I know right! I've only been facin' dis clown for two months! Now Seanie, can I call ya Seanie? I don't care. Seanie, you gots skills. I give ya dat. You've taken me to da limit, truth. Ya know what ya can't do?
J-P looks into the camera and lowers his shades.
J-PS: Ya can't beat me, son.
J-P puts his shades back in place.
J-PS: So why ya keep comin? You gots brain damage or sumthin'? You like not winnin? Why dont'cha go after the Intercontinental belt and Matt Folz. He seems like a chump if ya ask me. One a dem Unforgiven foos. Ya might beat him. I'd actually root for ya der son. Hell, I'd even shake ur hand and congratulate you...
J-P looks to Jewel.
J-PS: ...then I'd spend the next ten minutes trying to get the sheep ass smell off ma hand.
Jewel nearly falls to the mat laughing. J-P laughs as well but gets his control back after a few moments.
J-PS: A'ight, time ta wrap dis up. I gots things ta do. I'm a busy man ya'll. I don;t have time to sit in dis arena for a week like ya'll seem to do. Ya'll should really get some J-O-Bs, knowwhatI'msayin?
More boos.
J-PS: Neevy, we gon dance one mo time. And dis is it, son. I'm tired a facin' you. So, gimme what'cha got, cuz The Spark is comin' for yo ass. And The Spark...
J-P holds the belt nest to his face as he looks directly into the camera.
J-PS: The Spark is the Champ, and it gon stay dat way. Ya feel me?
J-P lowers the belt and looks back to the crowd as he lowers the mic. He pans the audience and smiles. He raises the mic back to his mouth...
J-PS: BITCHES!
He and Jewel laugh as J-P tosses the mic out of the ring and he holds the ropes for her. They strut to the back arm in arm as the audience throws trash at them.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:08:51 GMT -5
(Tytan is fitted with his new facemask and is eager to leave)
Diana: That should hold up until the bones reset.
Tytan: I'm not worried about my bones.... there's a few other peoples' bones that might need tending today
Diana: I need the business
Tytan: You'll be paid well for it.
(Tytan strides out of the office and down a hallway, not comfortable with the headgear)
Tytan: this damn thing itches
??: Need that scratched?
(Tytan wheels, and nearly gets his face caved in when the SHOVEL stops an inch from his broken nose)
Tytan: that's..... hardly heroic
CTG: Perhaps not. Neither is the facade of killing other workers for the sake of your conquest of the OOWF. The shovel that showed up recently is not the Shovel that had allegedly killed Eco or Fire.
Tytan: but you believed it
CTG: Eco, yes. Fire is a strong woman and I would expect her to survive.... and if your attack was in earnest, her revenge would be swift and painful.
Tytan: but that's how she operates (smirks)
CTG: You are no longer champion. But there is still a target on you
Tytan: Oh, are you upset that I DIDN'T kill Eco and Fire?
CTG: Conspiracy and Fraud are crimes too, Citizen. Justice will be served
(Tytan reaches for the shovel, but Crete pulls away from Tytan. He charges, but Crete lowers the handle and trips Tytan, sending him tumbling into the wall)
CTG: And this instrument is only one tool of the Trinity conspiracy. Our paths will cross again. (Walks away)
Tytan: (rolls to a sitting position, trying to get his mask back in place)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:10:50 GMT -5
FADE to a nondescript locker room in Hawai'i (we can assume since there are plam fronds painted on the walls and leis are hanging in the lockers). A small 11" black and white Zenith television is on, but not on OOWF-TV. It appears to be on ESPN's coverage of the Gonzaga-Oklahoma State basketball game which has just gone to halftime. Quite convenient as the locker room door crashes open to admit Ravenna Blue.
RB: "Where have you been since Wednesday night? And what the hell was that at the end? We don't do that!"
SF: "We don't win? Up until last night, I'd say you're right. But we just defeated the measuring sticks of the tag division. I took advantage of an opportunity. If they wanted, I still would have stood in that ring and shook their hand. You can't tell me you don't see that done by nearly every tag team these days."
RB: "Just because others do it, doesn't mean we have to."
SF: "No, we don't have to. But until we can show Rick that we're not some fly-by-night tag team and I'm not going to lose another partner in six weeks, I'm determined to win. I'm here to win championships. I'm here to show my parents that I'm not a good-for-nothing loser. And though there are some lines I won't cross, a headbutt in the corner is not one of them."
RB: "So what's next? Chairshots on the outside? Baseball bats?"
SF: "No, Rav. I stayed in my corner and stayed on the outside. My opponents got within my reach and I made them pay. It's the reason why we cut the ring in half, as our esteemed announcers I'm sure have said on numerous occasions. I wasn't going to go around the outside and bash Zane's head in with a chair, but if they end up in reach of my arms I will hurt them."
RB: ". . ."
SF: "Let's talk about the biggest face in this company, Alexander Darling. You think he wouldn't take a swing at his opponent if he was in a corner during a tag match? Of course he would. And you know at least one of our opponents this week will. Hell, Eric had a set of brass knucks in his shoe. And Larson isn't going to grow a set and follow his beliefs by stopping Eric. So I say let's win; not at all costs, but there are some I'll pay and pay gladly."
RB: "Well, I suppose you're right, but I don't have to like it."
SF: "It's your call, Rav. I'd love to remain your partner. I think we have a good thing going here, but if you're uncomfortable and want to walk away, I'll understand and no hard feelings."
RB: "I'm going to have to think about it. I should go; there's a New Year's Eve party I've been invited to."
SF: ". . ."
RB: "You want to come along?"
SF: "Thanks, but I'm not a party crasher. You go have a good time. I'll just see if I can watch some TV and avoid Ryan Seacrest and Carson Daly. New Year's is still about five and half hours away here anyway and the second half is about to start too."
RB: "Alright, Stan. Happy New Year okay?"
With a hesitation, Rav leans down and give Fulton a kiss on the forehead and walks out. Fulton shakes his head and turns the volume up on the television as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:12:24 GMT -5
<Rav leaves and a few minutes later Moose walks in>
MHJ: You know, convincing her is not going to be easy
SF: I know
MHJ: You did the right thing out there
SF: .......I know
MHJ: You sound unsure
SF: Something bothers me. You and Stank are after Texpress. Why do I get the sneaking suspicion I am doing your bidding?
MHJ: <thinking for a moment> Who is the best tag team in the OOWF?
SF: Boardwalk Saints have the titles
MHJ: Yeah, but who do you think are the best?
SF: Ravenna and I
MHJ: That's the PC answer, but I know you, and I know you think you are not there yet. Who are the best
SF: Well......Texpress have been around the longest, they are the most established
MHJ: That is probably true, and what happened this week?
SF: We beat them
MHJ: Now, who does that help more, you and Rav, or me and Stank?
SF: Ok, I get that, but........I dunno
MHJ: Look, Stan, have I lied to you so far? Have I told you anything that was not true?
SF: <thinking> No I suppose not
MHJ: Look, of course you beating those Texas retards helps Stank and I. Stank and I beating the Hawaiians would help you and Ravenna. Suspicion is a dangerous thing. It makes you doubt yourself, makes you wonder if what you are doing is whats best for you or not. Don't do that. Do what you think is best for YOU.
SF: <thinking for a moment> you know, that sounds like awful positive advice for Moosehead Jack
MHJ: No Stan, you can only worry about one person in this business - yourself. You get caught up with what others are doing, and you lose yourself. You do what you need to do, Ravenna will either be along for the ride, or she won't. If she is, you two can have success. If she's not, then you didn't need her anyway
<as Moose is speaking Fire's last promo with Eco plays. He gets quiet and an odd look passes across his face. Moose shakes his head and continues>
MHJ: If you think I am using you, tell me to go to hell and walk away
SF: <thinking again> I suppose you are right.
MHJ: Let's go get a beer. I'll buy
SF: Nah, I am not really feeling like being around people celebrating the new year
MHJ: Trust me, the dive I know, no one celebrates anything. Ever
SF: Sounds good. How the hell do you find these places?
MHJ: It's a gift. He tells me where They will not be
SF: Uh huh
<Fulton gives Moose an odd look and they leave together>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:13:17 GMT -5
Ecosystem drives up to a bar in the middle of nowhere. There is a muffled sound from the back of the car, but we see nothing.
Eco: Quiet, friend. Someone will be out for you soon.
Ecosystem throws a body bound to the outside. He steps out of the car, carrying a baseball bat. Rather than facing the body, he walks inside and takes a stool...next to Stan Fulton and Moosehead Jack.
Fulton: What the--
MHJ: The only problem with these places is that he knows where they are too.
Eco: For a psychopath, I have a lot of friends, don't I, Jack?
Fulton gets up and throws Eco across the bar. Eco catches himself at the end.
Eco: (laughing) So you meant what you said then?
Fulton: Every word.
Eco: You know what every bartender worth his salt in these bars holds under the register, Stan?
Eco reaches under the register and pulls out a small handgun. The patrons look up and begin to fidget.
Eco: Easy all. Just want to make sure we're all speaking like calm men.
MHJ: Stan, he won't do anything.
Eco: Says the man whose flesh I've tasted?
Fulton: (glaring at Eco) I don't trust anything from you right now.
Eco: Good. So sit down.
Eco, stepping over the bar, lays the bat on the table.
Eco: Now I've got a couple questions, before I let you gentlemen finish your non-celebration of your own empty misery. Stan, who are you and Ravenna facing this week?
Fulton: Bryce and Eric.
Eco: Say that last name again, Stan.
Fulton: I'm not your puppet, Juni.
Eco: Oh, I know you're not, Stan. I've always known that. And I was never trying to play you. But you'll understand that in time.
Now then, Eric. Would that be the Eric O'Mac who took out our former friend, The Dead, this past week? The Eric O'Mac who assaulted my former tag team partner, Tyler Vangarde, sending him home in the SAME AMBULANCE, taking me away from the arena, so that Tytan could be ASSAULTED by our WORTHLESS EXCUSE OF A CHAMPION--*BANG*
Eco shot a glass on the side of the bar, causing everyone to look up again.
Eco: Apologies. I knew I was about to shoot something...so I had to make sure it wasn't someone. Because no one here deserves it...unless Jack's looking for a Lifetime Achievement Award.
MHJ: What do you want, Juni?
Eco: I just want silence. I want you all to listen.
There is a hush. Mumbling and rustling outside is heard.
Eco: Eric O'Mac is lying, bound outside, mildly sedated with the same medicines that help your sister so. It will take him about twenty minutes to free himself once he regains his strength, which should be in about thirty-five minutes. So you have...about an hour.
Fulton: For what?
Eco: Do I have to spell it out for you? You're working with Jack. You say you're willing to win--not at all costs, but you're ready to respond in kind to those that work beyond their means.
Eco pushes the bat toward Fulton.
Eco: Ravenna never has to know, Stan. It could just as well have been Jack. And who knows...(Eco smirking)...perhaps if you are too righteous, it will be Jack. Either way, Eric won't remember. Good night, gentlemen.
Eco walks to the outside, still carrying the gun, and steps in the car, backing out by a squirming Eric. Eco leans out the window to Eric.
Eco: Now, if I may recall your eulogy to me when you thought I was dead...
Eco: HA!
Eco drives off.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:13:58 GMT -5
FADE back in on the dive and Moose and Fulton are well into their drinks. The bat Eco left is no where to be seen, and a significant portion of the patrons are no longer visible.
MHJ: "That was an interesting solution. Tossing the bat in the middle of the floor and saying 'You heard the man'?"
SF: " Eric's injuries are Eco's problem, not mine. I'm not into hurting people for hurting's sake. Though I'm not into saving people anymore either. Too bad Eric needed saving. Besides, we were in the middle of this bottle of scotch."
Jack laughs at this and pours another round while the missing patrons walk back in and toss a broken and bloody bat in the corner.
MHJ: "So what about Eco?"
SF: "I meant what I said. Eco is scum and I'll be happy to repeatedly slam his head into the ring post."
MHJ: "What about Tytan?"
SF: "Meh. Tytan's not worth the trouble. He's already questioning Eco's sincerity. Seriously? Can ANYONE trust anything Eco says after all the crap he's pulled? No offense, but Fire's gotta be batshit insane to follow that slimy weasel."
Jack pauses for a second and finally nods a bit, but you can see he's holding back just a bit of his own insanity.
MHJ: "I've told you what you need to know, Stan. I'm not making any promises of golden paths to glory or being saved or even championships at the end of the line. But I do know that if you do it for yourself, you have a better shot and no one else to blame."
Fulton takes a couple more drinks of his scotch, sets his glass down and turns towards Moose and extends his hand.
SF: "Moose. Let's tear up 2011."
Moose smiles, sets the bottle down and shakes Fulton's hand.
MHJ: "No time like the present to start. What say you and I go find Stank and really start to drink?"
SF: "I have the body weight to keep up. Lead the way, Moose. Lead the way."
Moose and Fulton walk out of the bar and glance at the body laying on the ground outside. It's still wrapped in a sheet, which is bloody and filthy. Fulton pauses and notices a phone on the ground nearby, a Droid. Fulton twists his heel down on the phone, adding his prodigious weight into it, crushing the phone into tiny technical parts.
SF: "I hate Droid phones. Guess I'm an Apple fanboy, but give me an iPhone any day."
Moose laughs as they get in the car and drive off.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:15:21 GMT -5
We cut to the door of the hotel room of Davin and Samantha, which is left ajar. The camera turns a bit, and we see that Ecosystem is holding the camera.. The clock of the camera reads 4:42 AM. He opens the door and closes it, locking it shut. He sets the camera on the nighttable and turns it off.
The camera turns back on at 5:42 AM, with Eco shaking both Davin and Samantha violently.
Eco: Wakey wakey! Time to get up!
Davin and Samantha stir and attempt to rise, but realize that their hands and feet are bound the posts. Davin attempts to yell something, but his mouth is duct taped
Eco: I know, right? Gagged AND taped! That’s a damn strong sedative I placed into your 2 AM food service. I expect you’re not usually such heavy sleepers, am I right?
Ecosystem reaches into his pocket and produces a switchblade.
Eco: You know, Davin, Samantha, this is one of the few shiny knives I have left. Every other one has been dulled by wood…rope...blood...flesh. But this one was a Christmas gift, so it’s nice and fresh. How thoughtful, right?
Davin and Samantha are yanking against the ropes so hard the bed itself seems to jump.
Eco: Now, now. I know you two are very strong people—gracious, I believe Davin here is the OOWF World Champion, am I right? But I don’t think you’ve recovered from my drugs fast enough to be able to yank the pillar from the post. A+ for effort though.
I don’t intend to use this knife for the moment. I intend to draw your attention to what I’ve already done with it.
Ecosystem pulls out a little doll with some hair stuck in the top.
Eco: I’m trying to work with Fire on eliminating some of her superstitions, of which this has been one. Trying to explain to her that even if I cut a bit of Davin’s hair while she sleeps, if I was to simply stick this here…
Eco uses the knife to stab the doll.
Eco: Or here….
Eco flips the head off of the doll.
Eco: Well…nothing will happen. You cannot harm the body by mystical incantation, despite what the Haitian government might think.
Eco leans in to Davin Moreland.
Eco: Listen to me, Davin. This is a warning. You tried to replace Tytan in my life, existed as my partner and leader, all the while making the whole project about you. And now that I return…you try to take Tytan out. You can lie and deceive, make it all about Fire, “I got revenge for what you did to my cousin,” but we both know it’s a convenient excuse. It’s a convenient framework for justifying Davin’s weekly bullshit, Davin's drive to make the world revolve around him. Well, that doesn’t CUT it anymore, so to speak.
And speaking of which…you might notice the inside of your duct tape…doesn’t taste much like duct tape, does it? See, I cut an eensy teensy little bit of flesh off of both of you—probably doesn’t sting now, given the size, but I’d bandage it up when the sedative wears off—and taped it on the inside of your tape. And because I admire your marital commitment so much, I gave you each other’s flesh to taste.
Eco smirks, pocketing his knife and taking his camera.
Eco: See if you can guess which part I used! You can make it into a game.
Eco leaves, shutting the door tightly. As he’s walking down the hallway, he hears an alarm come from Davin’s room.
Eco: For fuck’s sake, is that right by the bed?
JP Sparxx pops out of his room.
J-PS: Hey son, what’s wit all dis commotion?
Eco: Catch.
Eco tosses Sparxx the bloody knife just as security comes up the elevator. Eco calmly steps into the elevator as the security agents tackle Sparxx. Eco takes the elevator down into the lobby where Firewoman is waiting.
Fire: How’d it go?
Eco: I gave them the warning they needed. I’m sorry I had to do this to your cousin, but he’s lost. And he needs a warning.
Fire: Like you warned me.
Eco: That’s right, that’s right. Let’s go home.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:16:27 GMT -5
Fade into Matt Folz standing there with a mic by himself.
MF: First, I'd like to wish all you OOWF fans out there a happy New Year. Whether you're fans of myself personally or not, whether you cheer me or you boo me, you are the best wrestling fans in the world, and I'm sure we've got great things in store for you in 2011.
now, moving on to Chris Evans. Chris.... you certainly got my attention. I'm 90 percent sure that you fractured a rib, and my neck throbs anytime I try to move, so congratulations to you. Not that this is going to help you get this (patting the IC title belt) back. I'll see you and your retarded partner in the ring Wednesday
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:17:32 GMT -5
Ecosystem walks into the Trinity locker room where Tytan is adjusting his facial mask with Doctor Podvod. Eco's hands are still bloody.
Eco: I had a little talk with Davin about how he treated you. (Eco shows his hands.) It went well.
Tytan: I was watching what you did to Eric before.
Eco: What I did? I merely dropped him off at the bar. What did Fulton do to him?
Tytan: Threw the bat to the wolves, let the patrons have at Eric.
Eco: (laughs) It figures. It figures, right? The man talks about what scum I am, how worthless and untrustworthy, how sadistic I can be...and goes ahead and lets a man be torn apart over something he has no business with.
Tytan: In some ways, I respect Stan. You think he's a hypocrite?
Eco: Oh no. No, he's not a hypocrite. That would be too simple. Dr. Podvod, you're a medical professional...what do you remember of the Satanic Panic of the 1980's?
Dr. Podvod: Ah yes. Michelle Remembers, and all the confused allegations of ritual abuse. A mass hysteria, a sudden belief based on little evidence of a massive underground network of Satanists, set to murder and steal souls. You can imagine how the Manson phenomenon from ten years before came back...
Eco: What did these cults supposedly do besides murder and rape?
Dr. Podvod: Oh, all sorts of awful things. Supposedly, once they possessed your child, they would--
Eco: Stop. It doesn't matter what they did, because that's the whole thing.
Eco takes a step toward Dr. Podvod and Tytan.
Eco: The supposed "housewife terror" isn't Manson. It isn't that a random person will break into the house, torture, rape and kill you. That's not the greatest terror.
The greatest terror is that the person who does it...will be your son. Father, sure, mother, more so, but your son or daughter...that's the terror of every parent's heart. Because you love them. Because you've given yourself to them, and the idea, even fleeting, that someone out there could turn them against you so violently...
It's terrifying. Too terrifying to worry about plausibility or truth.
No matter what he thinks, Stan doesn't object to my violence or my deception because he finds it to be wrong. He's not incensed by my behavior--he's done far worse. He's incensed because he loved my memory, because he believed in me--and to the better, believed in me once I was gone, when I could make no demands on him.
What Fulton protests...is betrayal. But I betray no one who is loyal to me.
Eco puts his hand on Tytan's shoulder.
Eco: I always find my way back to them.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 6, 2011 15:20:02 GMT -5
Firewoman listens intently as Ecosystem talks, and smiles at him when he's done. Eco smiles back as he leaves to go wash up. Diana freezes when she sees Firewoman, who smiles at her softly.
FW: You have nothing to fear from me any more, Dr. Podvod. I am not the person I once was.
DP: So you say....
FW: I figured it out, though. When Tytan killed me, my assets were frozen, and the money being paid to those keeping you as a guest stopped.
DP: "Guest." That's funny.
FW: So, they must have just let you go, then, right?
DP: Yes, they did. I wondered what--
FW: Consider yourself fortunate. That's not what usually happens when it's time for guests to check out.
Fire smiles and walks toward her locker room, then stop and turns back.
FW: Of course, we have something in common. Tytan killed me and saved us both.
DP: Really....but you're alive.
FW: I got better. We both owe him a great debt. One I intend to fully repay.
Tytan turns to say something but he's interrupted as Ecosystem comes back.
FW: Sensei?
Eco: Yes, Lisa.
FW: I was wondering....usually my brother and I have coffee once a week, and I was hoping--
Eco: You want to go see him.
FW: *turns eyes down to the floor* Yes, Sensei Juni.
Eco: I don't think that is wise right now, do you?
FW: ....
Eco: ....
FW: No, Sensei Juni.
Eco: Maybe next week.
Firewoman nods and continues to her locker room.
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