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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:05:46 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Fancy Farm, Kentucky
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Tytan vs. Davin Moreland
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. LD Williams
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
J-P Sparxx vs. Chris Evans
Falls Count Anywhere Match[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Chad Madison
Firewoman vs. Alexis Darling
Zane Myers vs. Kai
Stank vs. Outback Jack
DDT vs. Aina
Eric O'Mac & Bryce Larson vs. Ravenna Blue & Stan Fulton
Alexander Darling vs. Ecosystem
Sean Moore vs. DH Magnusson vs. Concrete TG
Card subject to.....nothing. What happens on Fancy Farm, stays on Fancy Farm
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:06:14 GMT -5
*Stank is in medical. On his cellphone he is speaking with Dr. James Andrews. Through the magic of the ninjacams we can hear the otherside of the conversation.*
Stank - How long would I be out?
Dr. A - Well if you stick with the regiment I could have you back on your feet in four weeks, maybe three, but no less than three.
Stank - I'll have to think about it doc.
Dr. A - Do what you want, but from your x-rays and what your medical folks have been telling me, the longer the wait, the longer your recovery time. You really should limit your activity.
Stank - I can't do that right now. There are beatings I need to administer. Fools who need to be taught a lessson. Our Invitational tournament is coming up next week. Shit simply can't wait four weeks.
Dr. A - Well it's up to you. In the mean time, use crutches and ice the knee. I'll be in touch with your medical staff from time to time to check on your condition. If it worsens... we could be talking about your retirement.
Stank - Give me some time and I'll take the surgery. I'll call you when I'm ready.
Dr. A - Okay Mr. Mann. Let me give you my personal cell number.
*Stank copies the cell number into his smartphone then ends the call. He sits alone in medical for several minutes trying to suppress his mounting anger. He takes several deep breaths then a calm washes over him. After a moment, even the pain in his knee subsides giving way to the calm. Moments later Stan Fulton walks in.*
SF - You look calm.
Stank - Breathing exercise Firewoman taught me.
SF - Really?
Stank - Yeah I know. Go Figure.
SF - Well I got a kink in my neck I just stopped by for some pain killers. Didn't mean to disturb you.
Stank - It's alright. Nice win by the way.
SF - Thanks. Uh... how's your knee?
Stank - It's fucked up. I can still walk on it, though. If I concentrate hard enough it doesn't even feel like anything is wrong. It's just an illusion, I know... just an illusion..
SF - Hello? Stank?
*Stank seems distracted as he looks off to the side, deep in thought.*
Stank - I gotta go. I'll catch up with you later.
SF - Sure.
*Stank hops gingerly off the medical bench, adjusts his taped and iced knee, limps over to a pair of crutches, and uses them to exit the room.*
<Fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:06:46 GMT -5
*We cut to Davin Moreland's locker room, where Moonbeam and Shawn Johnson are setting up the "Top 10 Frauds of the Week" board, which is essentially a white board with the numbers 1-10 on it, as well as the heading "Frauds of the Week". Next to the numbers are pieces of paper covering the answers. Just off to the side, we see Davin, relatively cleaned up, Trios Championship around his waist. He points to Moonbeam*
SFJ420: Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time in 8 whole days, may I present to you the NEW Campeonas de Trios Champion...Davin Moreland!
*Shawn and Moonbeam golf clap*
DM: Moonbeam, thank you for that introduction. I just wanted to say that all is right with the world again. Davin Moreland now holds a championship again thanks to a grueling, hard-fought victory at 3rd Week Mayhem - and Run DLP is once again recognized as the greatest collaborative force in the history of professional wrestling.
OGMSJ: The greatest?
DM: By far the greatest.
OGMSJ: Okie doke...
SFJ420: Davin, congratulations on your win yesterday-
DM: I couldn't have done it without my teammates and brothers, Zane Myers and Chad Madison...
OGMSJ: And someone else?
DM: Oh sure, Chris Evans may have had a hand in factoring into the decision as well - but we'll get to that in a second.
SFJ420: Before we get started, we've got some viewer mail, Davin. Do you have time to answer some questions?
DM: I think we can fit in one or two, Moonbeam. Have to make time for the fans, after all. They can't wait to hear me talk.
*We see Moonbeam grab a stack of papers that look like they could be letters. They also look like they could be electric bills.*
SFJ420: First off. This one is from Joe Eh from Toronto, Ontario, Canadia.
DM: We acknowledge our international fans as well.
SFJ420: He writes "Dear Davin, What makes you so awesome?"
DM: It's very simple. When you are the greatest ever in the history of your profession, it's difficult at times not to be maximum awesome at all times. Whenever it's wavering a little, I pick up a Dunkin' Donuts Iced Coffee. Dunkin' Donuts. It's always worth the trip. America runs on it after all. Next?
OGMSJ: This one comes from Joe Potato in Moscow, Idaho.
DM: Again, we acknowledge our international fans.
OGMSJ: Uh huh. Anyway, Joe writes "Dear Davin, Obviously, it's impossible for anyone to match your level of awesome. But is it possible to reach the level of awesome below you?"
DM: Excellent question, Joe. Unfortunately, the answer is no. In fact, it's been scientifically proven that it's impossible to reach even the Five Levels of Awesome below me, and that's where DDP lives. Realistically, you should consider your life a success if you reach 20 levels of awesome below DDP. Next?
SFJ420: Ok, this next one is from Joe Ranger in Arlington, Texas.
DM: Wow, a very international flavor today.
SFJ420: Right. Joe writes "Davin, your awesomeness has become the reason for my existence. How much longer will you grace us with your awesomeness before I drive my car sideways into a bridge abutment out of loneliness, despair and lack of personal awesome?"
DM: First off, thank you, Joe, for your question. Secondly, we here at GFY do not condone driving your car sideways into a bridge abutment. However, we understand why you might consider that. Davin will grace you with his awesomeness for as long as he continues running at the peak efficiency of his awesome. Because who wants a less-awesome Davin? I don't. That's for sure.
OGMSJ: Our final question comes from Joe Badabing from Piscataway, New Jersey.
DM: Do we have any questions from America today? Geez.
OGMSJ: Right. Joe writes, "Yo Davin, why you always gotta be talkin' normal and raggin' on that Alex guy. Alex is awesome, I mean, he GTLs like nobody's business. Fuggedaboutit. Anyway, he's not as awesome as you big man - but why don't you GTL and all that shit?"
DM: Simple, Joe Badabing - I'm not a 4-popped collar douchebag like yourself and Alex. Awesome = Davin. Douchebag = Alex and pretty much everyone who's ever lived in New Jersey at any time except Samantha. Anyway, let's get to the list.
SFJ420: The Number 10 Fraud of the Week is... huh. Chris Evans.
DM: That's right. Chris Evans. All of you mental midgets out there thought Evans was coming off the list this week, didn't you? Well I presented Evans with a test. He started off strong, Superkicking the Comic Book Mafia...but then...when presented a chance to win a championship from a weakened opponent...he flops and lets me cover him? That's not smart. That's not championship material. Clearly he doesn't believe he's championship material, and would rather be a lackey - and that's fraudulent, under any definition. I'm fresh out of lackey positions on my staff, Evans. Fresh. Out.
OGMSJ: The Number 9 Fraud of the Week is... The New England Patriots!
DM: 4 dropped interceptions, and 2 fumbles not recovered.
SFJ420: The Number 8 Fraud of the Week is... The New England Patriots!
DM: Fake punt with a minute to go in the half down by 4? Really?
OGMSJ: The Number 7 Fraud of the Week is... The New England Patriots!
DM: Benjarvis Green-Ellis. You remember that guy, right? The guy who ran for 1000 yards? Great in pass protection? Never fumbled in his life? That guy? The Number 7 fraud is de-facto Offensive Coordinator Bill O'Brien. I bet he'll be back.
SFJ420: The Number 6 Fraud of the Week is... The Atlanta Falcons!
DM: I fucking told you. Next.
OGMSJ: The Number 5 Fraud of the Week is... The New England Patriots.
DM: Fuck you Bill O'Brien. Eat like 20 bags of Face-AIDS infected dicks.
SFJ420: The Number 4 Fraud of the Week is... Tom Brady!
DM: $18 million a year, MVP, my ass. Way to not show up when it mattered, pretty boy. Solid McNabb imitation in that 3rd quarter, asshole.
OGMSJ: The Number 3 Fraud of the Week is... Matt Folz!
DM: Fuck that guy.
SFJ420: The Number 2 Fraud of the Week is... Alexander Darling!
DM: Not that Alex Darling guy. He seems like a decent dude.
OGMSJ: And the Number 1 Fraud of the Week is... Tytan!
DM: Now you get to see me again you Drago-looking blood doper. And you know me Tytan. I know what injuries you're no-selling for the camera, because I fucking gave them to you. And I will give you more on Wednesday. I will hit you so hard that I will hit you very hard.
SFJ420: We're reduced to this?
DM: And after I make your fraudulent ass tap out AGAIN, I will remain alone in my singular achievement as the ONLY 5-Time OOWF World Heavyweight Champion in history. Cock-a-doodle doo, motherfucker!
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:07:25 GMT -5
CUT to the view of a door with a nameplate that says, "General Manager - OOWF" on it. The door is thrown open with some force, banging against the wall. Behind a desk sits Rick and his whiskey. Erlana is no where to be seen.
The camera pulls back to show who crashed through the door and it's The Crusher Stan Fulton.
GtR: "Don't you ever knock?"
SF: "As a matter of fact, oh high and mighty GM, I usually knock every time, but in your alcohol-induced stupor I can only imagine that the brain cells used for memory have been killed off."
GtR: "You're in a mood this morning, Fulton. What's your beef?"
SF: "Beef. Funny. Use meat references with the fat guy. Typical. Well Rick, my "beef" is that for the third straight non-Trios week, Ravenna and I are facing Eric and Bryce. Why?"
GtR: "Good theater?"
SF: "You're a moron, aren't you?"
GtR: "Don't cross that line, Fulton. You could be out on the streets."
SF: "I don't think so, Rick. If you remember the lawsuit I brought against this company, the settlement doesn't allow you to release me from my contract. Only I can do that. I cannot be fired, replaced, sent down to PHWF or shelved for more than three weeks."
GtR: "Well then I'll keep putting you in these crap matches in perpetuity."
SF: "Don't make me beat the shit out of you, Rick. You won't like feeding through a tube."
GtR: "Don't ever threaten me, Fulton. There's no Court in the country that would overturn your firing if you lay a hand on me."
SF: "I'm getting tired of facing that nobody Eric O'Mac. After this week, we're done with this, understand? And there's going to be some conditions for this week. First, Eric is to be patted down. Those brass knuckles will not make an appearance."
GtR: "Fair enough. Anything else?"
SF: "Second, Moose and Stank will be allowed in my corner if they so choose. Consider them my trainers."
GtR: "What are they training you in? Insanity?"
Rick laughs overly much at his little joke until he sees that Fulton isn't laughing along.
GtR: "That it?"
SF: "For now. Screw with me and Ravenna again and I'm going to take you and the bookerman and jam your head so far up his ass, you'll end up being one person."
Rick starts to visualize this, as I'm sure those of you reading this are as well. It's not a pretty sight, is it?
Fulton takes the bottle of whiskey off of Rick's desk, takes a healthy swig and slams it back down sploshing some of it all over Rick's face.
SF: "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some ass to kick."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:07:49 GMT -5
(Tytan is sitting in the locker room with Dr. Podvod. He just saw Davin's promo.)
Tytan: Wow, do you believe him?
Diana: He really is that full of himself.
Tytan: Davin, you may be right maybe I am not letting you on to what injuries I still have or not. But you are right the nose is still broken so maybe the mask will still be worn.
Diana: He needs to do the same also.
Tytan: Your right. Davin I know you are doing the same thing, you call me a fraud. You are even worse then, I know you are still pulling splinters out of your ass from when we drove you through the burning table. Sam still putting the medicine on your back.
But you are right Davin you are going to give me a few more injuries and I am going to give you some more too...blah...blah..blah...we have gone through this plenty of times.
But here's the thing Davin you won't be me this time. I have learned from my mistakes. Hell Firewoman even through in a couple of pointers. How's that knee holding up. You got stabbed in the knee. You and I know that it's not 100 percent. I know what I have to do to beat you and that is the end of that. I mean damn I was already trying to find someone more interesting for the Pay-per-view.
So Davin lets just shut up and do this. I hate you you hate me, let's just see what happens when I hurt you again in the ring.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:08:16 GMT -5
*Fade in* as Bryce Larson, Eric O'Mac & Lauren Phoenix are watching OOWF TV, catching Stan Fulton's time with GM the Rick.
Eric O'Mac: Huh.
Bryce Larson: What's that.
EOM: Apparently...I'm gonna be patted down before the match next week, and Fatty gets to have some cornermen.
Lauren Phoenix: That's not nice, Eric.
EOM: Oh, you're right. Please send him a fruit basket. ONLY FRUIT!
BL: What's wrong, Eric? Can't win this one the right way?
EOM: Work smarter, not harder, Bryce.
BL: Right...but sometimes, you have to NUT UP and face your opposition like a man, Eric. A real man! So forget about these ...
Bryce picks up Eric's brass knuckles and tosses them across the room.
BL: ... and be the great professional wrestler we all know you are.
EOM: Dude, what got into you? Lauren, send Bryce a fruit basket. You can include some crackers for him, too. But not Fulton. NO CARBS FOR FULTON!
BL: Lauren... no basket.
EOM: What?
BL: Listen. You’re a McMahon, you're born knowing what it takes to succeed. Your brother went out there and busted his ass to prove himself to the boys in the back. Hell, your Dad held a world title longer than you did.
EOM: Hey!
BL: Listen to me! You're a talented wrestler! You can win matches the right way!
EOM: BUT I DON'T WANT TO!
BL: Damn it Eric!
[Bryce heads to the door, realizing Tyson Kincaid is slouched against the wall right beside it.]
BL: What the fuck is he doing here?!
LP: Um...I'll call somebody. Where are you going?
BL: I need to get some air!
EOM: As I've told you before, NO ONE GETS AIR ANYMORE!
LP: What the hell happened to him?
EOM: I don't know, indigestion?
LP, No, HIM! [Points to Kincaid.]
EOM: Oh, I saw the whole thing. Bryce tossed the knucks as he was walking in. Apparently he thinks we're friends now since we teamed. Moron. The knucks knocked him out.
LP: Oh. Well I'll call the medical staff.
EOM: Forget that. He'll be fine. Here.
Eric puts a bowl of fruit down on the floor next to Kincaid.
LP: What's that for?
EOM: Pineapple. When he wakes up, he'll eat that, and he'll feel great! Let's get out of here.
LP: Where?
EOM: I don't know. I just need to get some air.
*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:08:42 GMT -5
*Davin is watching OOWF-TV with his Personal Advisor Shawn Johnson*
DM: Huh. Shawn, we need to send a lovely fruit basket to Trinity's locker room for Tytan.
OGMSJ: We...do?
DM: Yup. Make sure you include a book of stamps in with the delivery.
OGMSJ: *smiling* Book of stamps. Got it.
DM: Davin Moreland is far too amazing, fantastic and awesome to waste his time cutting promos on assholes who are so incompetent that they simply mail promos in in response. Fuck that. He's clearly scared at being in the limelight with a transformative performer such as myself - so he's rattled and promoing utter shit in response.
DM: YOU PEOPLE don't deserve that. You deserve the absolute best in the business. And that, friends, is Davin Moreland. Worry not. Davin Moreland will rescue his Championship from the hands of Drago the Poser in short order. For the time being, I hope the olive branch in the form of this lovely fruit basket will inspire Tytan to at least pretend he deserves to be in the same ring with The Awesome that is Davin Moreland.
DM: Don't bring that weak shit in here, Drago. I'll swat that shit like my name was Shaq. Of course, I'm incredibly more awesome than Shaq would ever dream of being, But the analogy suits my purposes for the time being.
OGMSJ: Ok, basket sent.
DM: Good, good. Hey, can we send another one?
OGMSJ: To who?
DM: Eric O'Mac. A lovely pineapple-based basket. The note to read: "Dear Eric, please enjoy this lovely fruit basket. It's been fun working with you again" Yadda yadda yadda, regards, The Best that Ever Was - Davin Moreland.
OGMSJ: You got it, D.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:09:20 GMT -5
(It's after the promo that Tytan did. He is still sitting in the locker room as Diana is checking is still almost healed nose.)
Diana: You are probably going to have to wear the face shield for another week or two.
Tytan: Really. I hate this thing, it gets in my way.
Diana: Then why don't you use it the way you are suppose to against Davin.
Tytan: (smiles) It could come in handy. Diana I need to ask you something?
Diana: What is it?
Tytan: Can you keep an eye of Firewoman for me?
Diana: Really?
Tytan: Look, I know what being on some things that can cause you more harm then good can do to you.
Diana: I did the best I could with you.
Tytan: The drugs were high risk/high reward. I was the one that took the chance and I paid for it.
Diana: But you are better now.
Tytan: True. I just don't want to see Firewoman go through the same Hell I did. She had gone through enough already.
Diana: I will see what I can do. Eco does keep tight reigns on her.
Tytan :Then just pull the Doctor card, and do what you are suppose to do keep the Trinity in order.
Diana: I will see what I can do.
Tytan: Thanks.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:09:50 GMT -5
(Tytan is still in the locker room with Diana and he is getting his stuff together to leave.)
**Knock on Door**
DG: Delivery for Mr. Tytan.
Tytan: What the...
(He grabs the Fruit Basket.)
Diana: (Taking it from him.) Do you want me to check it for poison?
Tytan: (Thinking about it) No, Davin maybe an asshole but he ain't stupid....he maybe talkative, a loud mouth, a fake, and the pot calling the kettle black. But he ain't stupid.
(To the camera) Thanks for the basket Davin. (then looks to the Delivery guy) Hey, I have something for you to deliver back.
(He tosses him a wrestling boot.) Sorry it isn't all pretty looking like this. Tell him, "I shined it up real nice, because you know what to do with it." Now, go.
(Delivery guy leaves.)
Davin...Davin...Davin. You want to talk about mailing my promos in, you don't understand you make it to easy. All the hot air that comes out of your mouth. and all the garbage that you speak which you actually think is intelligence. Is nothing but the pot calling the kettle black. You want to talk about no-selling injuries. Hello, I learned from the best. You want to talk about being a fraud....You really think you can pass for a face. You can't even do heel right. All the things you claim that I am doing I see you doing the same thing.
So Davin, look in the mirror when you decide to lash out at me and take a good look at yourself. Maybe, only then you might see that you are only talking about yourself.
Davin. You see I can play the games with you too, I know I have gotten in your head. I know it makes you sick that I hold the title now. That I took it back the same way you stole it from me. I know you hate the fact that my beat down on you...I mean Trinity's beat down on you was far more harsh then you could have done to me. You see Davin all I am doing is taking a page out of your play book and one upping it.
You have your little army. (Laughs) I have my army and they have already done some serious damage to you.
So, send your little Fruit Baskets and whatever else you do. Then go take you pain killers and drink your wine from a box and get ready for a fight. And if you better think again if you are going to take the title from me at Mayhem. The only way you are going to do that is if you kill me, but then you would be taking a page out of my play book and the only way to top that would be to actually do it.
Remember I am Tytan and I am your World Champion.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:10:25 GMT -5
*Unforgiven Training Center*
Inside the ring Alexander Darling is working with Matt Folz on a variety of submission moves and counters. Bryce Larson and DH Magnusson are working out on some weight machines and we see them discussing the current partnership between Eric and Bryce. It seems to be a typical day in the Unforgiven Training Center and then we see the basically bald Alexis Darling walking towards the interview backdrop. Ashley is standing by with a microphone, so lets head back for some words with the former tag team champ.
Ashley: Alexis, this week you face...
Alexis: Ash, if you don't mind I'd like to just handle this one myself.
Ashley: If you're sure Alexis. I'm just gonna hang here for a while.
Alexis: So, this week I face Firewoman.
Alexis just holds the microphone for what seems like a long time. She's doing a lot of deep breathing and a few times it looks like she's about to start talking again, but suddenly stops. Finally she brings the microphone back up...
We've done a lot of shit to one another Fire. But no matter what's happened, we could always put it behind us and go out and have a drink together afterwards. We could sit down and talk about what obstacles we'd have to overcome because we were women in a man's world. I never assumed we'd be friends forever because I don't think life ever works out that way. People grow and change. Especially in a business like this when the carrot is always better on the other side. But for the longest time, no matter what happened...no matter where we went, we'd always wind up standing side-by-side. We always looked out for one another. For a long time, I'm not sure why Alexander always made sure you were okay but he was family and he brought you into our little circle. Whether it was ROH when we were all starting out or if it was Japan when you needed to be saved or even here in the OOWF when we first put together DEA. YOU were always one of us. No questions asked.
And then we find out all the lies and secrets you'd been holding back with. We find out that the one person who hates Alex more than anyone else is your blood. We find out that you align with him and the rest of the people who wish nothing but harm on my brother. You stand there and watch week after week while my brother lies in a pool of blood. Beaten and broken and bloodied by your partners. Your brother. And then Alex goes over the line. We all know he did. Even he does. And he apologizes. He asks for your forgiveness and deep down I think you gave it to him. And then he...WE all lose you. Or so we think.
But then you come back with the biggest liar and hypocrite the OOWF has ever seen. And you align with the man who almost killed you. And I have to wonder if there's a deeper plan in motion. Maybe one my brother kept from me to protect me. Maybe you and Alex had worked this all out to kill the darkness from within. My brother is a very smart person and maybe I hoped more than anything that Firewoman was back. But then I finally got the chance to look at you and you're not her. You're a shell in her skin. You walk and you talk like her...but you're not her.
And that fact was driven home when you came into my room and scalped me. It's just hair. But I know for a fact that even my brother wouldn't have gone along with this so that's when I knew for sure that you were gone for good. So what I'm going to do next, I'm going to do for my brother and I'm going to do for Lisa Darling. Because YOU ARE NOT LISA DARLING. You're an imposter. You're a joke. And this week you'll be broken. And I do it for everything we used to talk about. About the obstacles. About the extra work we'd have to put in. About everything. I will put you down because it's the right thing to do. And I will not have you disgracing the name Firewoman anymore.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:10:52 GMT -5
Chris Evans is taping his fists for a workout in GFY's gym. He hears someone clear his throat behind him at the door. He sees J-P Sparxx and Jewel standing in the doorway. J-P throws his belt over his shoulder and walks towards Evans. Jewel comes with him, strutting so hard she's gotta break her hip soon.
CE: Come for a revenge shot Sparxx?
J-P grins and lowers his shades.
J-PS: Know what? We partnuhs son. We both GFY. I may not like you, you may not like me, but we partnuhs. The main man Davin Moreland chose us both to be his proteges. Yeah, I know the word.
CE: Impressive. You pronounced it right and everything.
J-P gets in Evans' face.
J-PS: Shut up homie. Or I'll slap that smile off your face. As I was sayin foo, we partnuhs. So I'll show you respect I won't show no one else. If you really wanted a shot at ma belt, all ya had to do was ask son, knowwhatI'msayin'? But you had to cheap shot me. Not coo. But'cha know what? Playa?
J-P backs up and puts his shades back on.
J-PS: I'll be da biggah man. I'll see ya at Mayhem. You get yur shot. Make it a good one, 'cuz unless you wanna remain on Davin's fraud list, you best bring it son. Cuz ya know I will. So until den partnuh...
J-P offers his hand to Evans. Evans is hesitant but takes it. They shake, but then J-P pulls Evans close.
J-PS: As I said, we partnuhs... but ya pull dat shit again, I'ma git'cha, knowwhatI'm sayin'?
J-P pushes Evans away, but holds onto his hand. He then pulls him into a kick to the stomach and a DDT to the floor.
Jewel: Woooooooooooooooooooooooo!
J-PS: Fuck it. I git'cha anyway son. Ya want ma belt? Ya can't have it bitch, GFY or not. It's mine and yo punk ass ain't gonna take it from me, Pussyheart!
J-P drops into a pushup position over a prone Evans, holding the Onslaught Championship belt over his face.
J-PS: Get a good look Pussyheart! Dis is mine! It ain't yo's! Cya at Mayhem bitchboy!
J-P gets to his feet and wraps his arm around Jewel's waist. They walk out of the GFY gym as Evans begins to stir.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:11:19 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland heads to the GFY gym. He spots J-P Sparxx and Jewel heading the other direction*
DM: J-P!
JPS: Yo D-Money, what's poppin'?
DM: Not much. Evans still in there?
JPS: Yeah. Uh, listen D...
DM: *puts his hand up* It's fine J-P. I know I've got the "no backstage attacks" rule and all, but let's face facts - he attacked you first, and he had it coming. Shit, I think he got off easy.
JPS: Hell yeah, D. Knowwhatimsayin?
DM: Yes, I do believe I know what you are saying. Anyway, don't make it a habit, ok?
JPS: Dats clean, yo.
DM: Uh huh. Listen, J-P, I've been meaning to talk to you about something...
JPS: Peep it, dawg.
DM: Ok, it's kind of a sensitive subject I suspect.
J: Oh *I* see, it's cause I'm black, right? Get 'im, Baby!
DM: Uh, no. It has nothing to do with you, Jewel. You're fine.
JPS: You damn right she is.
DM: Clever. Listen, as you know, I'm pretty close with the Board of Directors and the Booking Committee.
JPS: Right, right...
DM: And I was talking to one in particular last night. He said, and said it was the opinion of a lot of people on the Board, that while they see you've got natural talent; he thinks that you're kind of hitting a glass ceiling here. It's tough for them to take you seriously. Plus, he's a racist piece of garbage. I mean, when was the last time Stank won anything other than a tag belt?
JPS: Whatchu sayin'?
DM: I'm saying "The King's English", J-P.
JPS: Nah man, fuck that bullshit, son.
DM: That's fine. That's your right, and I'll totally support you in that decision. I think the booking committee is being short-sighted, unmoving and unable to accept new ideas. You know that. All I'm doing is passing a message along. It will be difficult for you to advance in this company unless you either change, or get the fans to support you so strongly that the booking committee is forced to change. It's bullshit-
JPS: Dats right.
DM: But unfortunately it's reality. Listen, if you straight up say "fuck that, I'm not changing who I am", I've got your back. The fact that I recruited you to GFY should be a big enough statement on your ability. Davin's got that kind of stroke, knowwhatimsayin?
JPS: True, true.
DM: It's just...something to consider. There are a lot of old fuddy-duddies on that board who can't wait for the re-animated corpse of Bruiser Brody to show up in OOWF, and put that boring piece of shit, when he was alive, over everybody.
JPS: Bruiser Brody...Dats da dude dat got shanked in da rain box by dat Boriqua, right?
DM: That's him.
JPS: They LIKE that dude?
DM: They're like fucking glaciers.
JPS: Man, I gots my work cut out for me den.
DM: Listen, J-P. And Jewel. I want you both to know, you've got my full support no matter what you do. When it comes to this bet between Collar Pop and me, you are the ONLY dude showing up. The ONLY dude. In my book, that counts for a lot. Davin Moreland doesn't have a ton of friends, and that's by design. But ask the friends I DO have what it means when I say I've got their back, alright? The choice is yours J-P. I've got your back no matter what.
*Davin waves to J-P and Jewel, who immediately start a discussion. Davin continues on to the GFY gym where he sees a just-stirring Chris Evans*
DM: Ouch. That's gonna leave a mark.
CE: Fuck off, Davin. I'm not in the mood?
DM: Oh no? Not in the mood? Tough shit. This is what happens when you throw a temper tantrum and take it out on your partner.
CE: Fuck that. He had it coming, ok?
DM: He didn't. You did. Tell me, Chris, when in the blue fuck are you going to man up?
CE: *standing* How about now?
DM: Wait, seriously? You're gonna step to ME? To T. Davin Moreland? For Real? Where was this when you had a chance to actually win a title?
CE: I thought you wanted me to-
DM: NO! For fuck's sake Evans. What is the number one goal of GFY? What has ALWAYS been the number one goal?
CE: To win championships?
DM: Fuckin-A Right "To win championships". That has never, ever, ever changed from Day 1. And so, in the ring, you had a chance to win a championship, right?
CE: But I thought you-
DM: Right?
CE: Yeah.
DM: "Yeah." And what did you do?
CE: I-
DM: You LAID DOWN, Chris! When has Davin Moreland ever laid down for ANYONE? Never, that's when. I don't know what the hell you were thinking! Did I ever tell you to lay down? No. Did I ever tell you not to go after me in a match? No. In fact, I said the exact opposite, didn't I?
CE: Yeah.
DM: "Yeah." You wonder why you're on a losing streak? You wonder why Shawn broke up with you? You wonder why you're a fraud, Chris? You just don't get it. I try and try and try to give you all the tools and information you need. And it just goes in one ear and out the other with you. Just like that Fucktard The Dead. You wanna be The Dead, Chris? Huh? Do ya? No. No you do not, because that piece of shit is now eating through a tube. I'm not a babysitter. I'm not a fucking day care service. I'm not doing this through the goodness of my heart. You're with GFY to do a job, and your job includes LISTENING TO WHAT THE FUCK I TELL YOU! Why even talk? Why even waste my time if this is going to be the constant result. I'm sick of explaining you. I'm tired of begging the booking committee not to stick you in a tag team with Voltage-
CE: Isn't he dead?
DM: And that is where your career is headed, my friend. You're part of GFY, sure. And it would be nice if you've got our backs, but rule #1 - Win Championships. Rule #2 - Treat everyone you're facing as the enemy. It's. Not. That. Hard. Now, I don't necessarily expect you to win Wednesday, because Sparxx, in less than half the time, has nearly accomplished what you have in your career. But YOU were the Intercontinental Champion. You need to Show. The. Fuck. Up. That is, if you still want to be a part of this. If you don't, that door is always open - but it's only open one way. You got me?
CE: *resigned* I got you.
DM: Good. Watch some tape, would ya?
*he leaves*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:12:24 GMT -5
Evans: *sigh* Dammit, he’s right.
SFJ: Lionheart, do you have a moment?
E: Where the hell did you come from?
SFJ: Does it matter? People want to know. Why did you drop the titles like that to Davin Moreland? Why did you turn against Ravenna and Crete?
E: Rav and Crete were soft and weak, and in this business, there’s no place for weakness. So I did what anyone in my position should do: I cut the dead weight.
SFJ: Even at the cost of losing your own title?
E: Rav and Crete were weak and didn’t deserve to hold those titles with me. Davin is a legend in this business, and I don’t see the Trios titles leaving GFY for a good long time.
SFJ: But what about JP Sparxx? He’s your ally. Why would you attack him like that?
E: When you hold that title, you have a giant bulls-eye on your chest at all times. You can’t really trust anyone, not even your own ally. What I did to Sparxx was to remind him of this. And the fact that he retaliated in due kind is exactly what I was hoping he would do. You see I knew that we would be facing each other this week, and seeing as how we are both in the same faction, win or lose, the title goes back to GFY. But in order to keep the title with GFY for as long as possible, you need to give it to the one who you know can defend it without worry. That’s why I attacked Sparxx, to light a fire under his ass, and to make sure that our match is a competitive one, to show that I won’t be holding back, and after the attacks on one another, I can tell that he won’t be either.
SFJ: But you’re going against the very thing that you used to fight against.
E: Davin Moreland is the most-decorated champion in this business, not just for his in-ring skill, but for his win-at-all-costs attitude.
Davin was absolutely right when he told me that he would never lay down for anyone, and that’s a test that I’ll admit that I failed. But I’m a part of GFY now. Honor, justice, righteousness. Those are all pitfalls in my path to what truly matters in this business. To win, by any means necessary.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:13:02 GMT -5
*Ecosystem is sitting in the Trinity locker room suites. Though he sits upright, he appears to be asleep. REM sleep to be specific, evidenced by the rolling around of his eyeballs beneath their closed lids. A pained look suddenly crosses Eco's face and he wakes with a start, his hand to his throat while he gasps for air. Eco jumps to his feet and starts stumbling around the room coughing and wheezing. The commotion has alerted Firewoman who runs out of her room to check on her master.*
FW - Sensei!
*Eco's struggle for breath starts to subside as air fills his screaming lungs. Eco begins to take long deep breaths, holding his hand up to wave Firewoman off.*
FW - Are you alright?
Eco - I'm okay... just a bad dream. Nothing for you to wor-
*Eco cuts off the last bit of his statement, a sudden cumpulsion tugging at his attention. He turns his head and focuses on the door to the Trinity suites.*
Eco - I have to go. I won't be long.
*Ecosystem starts for the door. Firewoman looks at him in confusion and decides she will tag along.*
Eco - No. You stay here.
FW - But sensei...
Eco - It's okay. I'll be back soon. I promise.
*Firewoman looks at Eco with mistrust but does as he asks. Eco walks out the room and down the hall of non-encounters. He soon arrives at catering where he sees Stank sitting alone at a table and staring right at him as if it were always so. Trinity's leader displays mild surprise at the sight of the big man. He slowly walks toward the table. On approach, Stank kicks out a chair for Eco to sit, never taking his eyes off of him. Eco looks at the empty chair and decides to comply with the gesture.*
Stank - What did you see?
*Eco is thrown by the question. He's not sure how to answer. He decides to begin with a greeting.*
Eco - Hello Mr. Mann.
Stank - What did you see?
*Straight to business then. Fine. Eco decides to tell the truth. Afterall... what kind of "savior" could he be if he didn't at least offer the truth to the large man sitting before him? Besides... he was intrigued by whatever it was that brought him to this point. He would indulge it further.*
Eco - I saw... you.
Stank - Did you now?
Eco - You don't know?
Stank - How could I?
*Just what sort of game was Stank playing? Eco furrowed his brow trying to read Stank's expression. The man seemed... calm. There appeared to be no malice here that Eco could interpret.*
Stank - What else did you see, Juni?
*Eco's curiousity had run out. He would end this.*
Eco - I believe I'll keep that to myself.
*The leader of Trinity stood to leave.*
Stank - Let me tell you something, Juni. Moose may want you and yours to play nice with our faction to take down the "real" threat in the OOWF... but I'm here to tell you... that ship has sailed as far as I'm concerned. I don't care for the savior crap you've got going. I don't care for what you've done to Firewoman. I don't care for how you duped Tytan into doing it. The day is coming when you and I are going to settle this.
Eco - There is no need for you to make it personal, Mr. Mann.
Stank - Really? Your people put their hands on me. When you get back to your suites ask Tytan what happened to him the last time he crossed me. Tell Firewoman I said hello, and you...? You....? There's something here you need to realize.
Eco - And what is that Mr. Mann?
Stank - You've fucked up. The moment Fire and Tytan drugged me into that room, tied me up, and poured salt down my gullet, Trinity sealed their fate. The moment it was decided that I needed to be made an example for your cause...
*Stank stops short of completing the statement. He simply stares at Ecosystem without emotion, save the fire behind his eyes which Eco notices for the first time.*
Eco - What Firewoman did-
*Stank rises to his feet stopping Ecosystem from completing his statement. Even on crutches, Eco noted the man still held an intimidating presence.*
Stank - Don't you dare try to put off what Firewoman did on her alone. I hold you responsible... You won't see it coming.
*Stank turns to leave, but stops short.*
Stank - Then again... maybe you already have... sweet dreams, Juni.
*Stank turns and leaves. Ecosystem stands alone, a wisp of anger briefly falling on his face.*
Eco - Ah well. Might as well get a sandwich while I'm here.
<Fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:13:42 GMT -5
*OOWF Medical*
An unseen figure is rummaging around the drug cabinets and taking some bottles out and placing them into a bag. Suddenly a noise startles the person and they turn and we see it's Dr. Diana Podvod.
Podvod: Who's there?
A figure steps out from the shadows and the camera focuses to realize that it's Sydney Wyld.
Sydney: Hello Dr. Podvod.
Podvod: What? Who? What do you think you're doing sneaking up on me?
Sydney: I meant not to scare you Dr. I just couldn't help but notice that you were around, alone and unguarded.
Podvod: Are you trying to scare or threaten me?
Sydney: Not at all Diana. A very close friend of mine asked me to come to the OOWF to help him save another close friend. I think you can help me with that.
Podvod: It's the OOWF that needs saving.
Sydney: You do not believe that Doctor. I can see it in your eyes. The eyes that wonder if Junichiro is helping or hurting those you hold closest to you. I know in your heart you do not care for Firewoman, but a long time ago, I believe you took an oath.
Podvod: That's not...what are you trying to say?
Sydney: Just this Doctor...ask for help and it will be given to you and those in your care. Remember that care for a patient doesn't involve force-feeding them drugs to make them easier to handle. And remember above all else Dr. Podvod that if you hurt those under your care...karma will pay you back threefold.
Podvod: I don't know who you think you are...
Sydney gets right into Diana's face...
Sydney: I am the truth that shall set you free Diana. I am the knife that will cut you if need be. But most of all Diana, I am Sydney Wyld...I am the Queen of the Damned and if you do not help Firewoman, I will be your penance.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:14:18 GMT -5
Sydney Wyld leaves the medical area with her bag of goodies and is stopped in her tracks . She flies around out of control until she runs face first into the wall, since someone whipped her around by the pony tail.
FW: Wow. I haven't done that since Jamie Lynn Spears. Feels....GOOD.
SW: *Slowly getting up* Once upon a time I would have killed you for that.
FW: Yeah, you would have tried. And failed.
*Sydney smiles*
SW: Quite possibly. I always did want to see what we could do in the ring, but Omar wouldn't let me.
FW: He's a smart guy. He knew better than to go poking around where he's not wanted.
SW: I don't know about that. And who says I'm not wanted here? Alexander DID invite me.
Fire's eyes narrow as Sydney studies, and notes, her reaction, but that is all she gets.
FW: I don't care about that, I care about you interfering with my friends and, more importantly, my treatment.
SW: This isn't treatment, Fire, this is about control. Ecosystem is lying to you.
Firewoman pulls out her shiny pretty knife and backs Sydney to the wall, her other forearm across her throat.
FW: It would be so easy for me to just end this for you. Release you from your pain and suffering on this earth. Release Alexander from the torment of seeing your lying, cheating face every day.
SW: Oh so you can say his name. Good, that's good. See, I know where you are right now, Fire. I can help you, if you just--
FW: I am fine. Why does no one get that? Everyone's wanted me on meds for like years, and now you're stealing them. I've got peace of mind, and I have a direction in life--
SW: You had that before. And these *raises the bag* aren't the kind of meds you need.
FW: You know....Alexander really is a fan of scarification. I could send you back to him with a new look....
Firewoman raises the blade, flipping it around a bit to catch the glint in the light. Sydney tries to reach into her pocket.
FW: Quit squirming or it'll be crooked.
SW: No, it's just...I have something for you...it's in my pocket. You can get it yourself, or let me....
Fire releases her a little so that she can reach into her pocket and she pulls out a very ornate golden mirror, with the Eye of Horus embossed on the back. She hands it to Fire, who automatically looks at it, and can't seem to stop.
FW: What....I don't get.....
SW: You will. Until then....look in the mirror....they are lying to you, but the truth is in here.
Firewoman takes the mirror from Sydney's hands, and continues to look into it. This gives Sydney the opportunity to slide away from her along the wall, and stand behind her.
SW: Whenever you're ready, Fire....come find me.
Sydney backs down the hall, keeping Fire in sight until she gets to the corner and goes around it. Fire stands there for a bit, and then begins to walk toward Trinity locker rooms.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:14:46 GMT -5
*Scheme Gene is interviewing Outback Jack*
SG: Outback Jack, it looks like another battle in your war with Stank is about to break out!!!
OBJ: It's a wrestling match, mate. Save the shouting for touting your hotline.
SG: HE'S RIGHT - KIDS - GET YOUR PARENTS' CREDIT CARDS AND CALL MY HOTLINE NOW!!!!!
OBJ(drinks, belches): Australian for are you done now?
SG(mopping brow): Yeah, I feel so much better.
OBJ: Anyways, it will be a battle. Injured or not, he's a tough bastard. I'm not taking him lightly even if he's on crutches.
SG: LIGHTLY? A FAT JOKE!!!! EVERYBODY CALL THE HOTLINE FOR MORE DETAILS!!!!
*OBJ grabs Gene and hits the Chomp. Gene is dead. Jack picks up the microphone*
OBJ: Stank, take care of yourself. I want you at your best walking into the ring at Mayhem, so there won't be doubt in anyone's mind that I'm the one who puts you into a world of hurt there, mate!
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:15:16 GMT -5
<Moose walks into GM the Rick's office, predictably without knocking>
GMtR: What?
MHJ: Where are we?
GMtR: What?
MHJ: Where are we?
GMtR: What the hell are you talking about?
MHJ: Well, its only couple days after the show, and the trip from Truth or Consequences to Fancy Farm is 1300 miles
GMtR: What is your point?
MHJ: That is a lot of travel, we should have flown
GMtR: And landed at the Fancy Farm International Airport?
MHJ: Fancy Farm? Really? Is Donnie Viper on the card
<they both wait, but get nothing>
MHJ: Huh, I thought he was still doing that
GMtR: Look, I am busy, what do you want?
MHJ: I want my match with Chad to be falls count anywhere
GMtR: Why the hell would I do that?
MHJ: Cause if you don't, it is just going to end up in a disqualification anyway
GMtR: You know, I don't have the numbers in front of me, but when was the last time one of your matches did not involve bloodshed?
MHJ: Are you going to give me the stip or not?
GMtR: <sighing> Fine, but only because Chad asked me too
MHJ: He asked you for a no disqualification match too? God that boy is dumber than I thought
GMtR: Whatever, you two go have a good ol time killing one another. Now......if you would be so kind......GET THE FUCK OUT!
<Moose smirks and leaves peacefully.......a first>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:16:32 GMT -5
<Moose walks into GM the Rick's office, predictably without knocking>
GMtR: What?
MHJ: Where are we?
GMtR: What?
MHJ: Where are we?
GMtR: What the hell are you talking about?
MHJ: Well, its only couple days after the show, and the trip from Truth or Consequences to Fancy Farm is 1300 miles
GMtR: What is your point?
MHJ: That is a lot of travel, we should have flown
GMtR: And landed at the Fancy Farm International Airport?
MHJ: Fancy Farm? Really? Is Donnie Viper on the card
<they both wait, but get nothing>
MHJ: Huh, I thought he was still doing that
GMtR: Look, I am busy, what do you want?
MHJ: I want my match with Chad to be falls count anywhere
GMtR: Why the hell would I do that?
MHJ: Cause if you don't, it is just going to end up in a disqualification anyway
GMtR: You know, I don't have the numbers in front of me, but when was the last time one of your matches did not involve bloodshed?
MHJ: Are you going to give me the stip or not?
GMtR: <sighing> Fine, but only because Chad asked me too
MHJ: He asked you for a no disqualification match too? God that boy is dumber than I thought
GMtR: Whatever, you two go have a good ol time killing one another. Now......if you would be so kind......GET THE FUCK OUT!
<Moose smirks and leaves peacefully.......a first>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:17:03 GMT -5
Dynamite Danny Taylor is in the kitchen of the Destroyatorium, he appears to be hard at work at baking. DVD walks into the room and chuckles slightly. He walks over to where DDT is at work and starts checking the ingredients. DVD notices a pineapple sitting on the table and picks it up.
DVD: What the heck are you making bro?
Danny holds up a picture of a pineapple upside down cake.
DVD: Peace offering for the Hawaiians?
Danny shakes his head no, and points to a sign on the wall. It reads "Dear Danny Taylor, I have your dog. If you ever want to see it again, bake me a cake. Love Ashley." DVD laughs out loud after reading it.
DVD: Damn, them dames have you wrapped around their fingers.
Danny nods and smiles in agreement.
DVD: But still of all the cakes to choose you cook this one. I'm guessing the match with Aina is still up in your head.
Danny holds two fingers close together.
DVD: I get it bro. They've been in my head for weeks, I look forward to you getting a shot at em.
Danny stops what he is doing and looks at his friend with concern.
DVD: Don't worry, I'm not losing it again. I'm just frustrated that they laid us out, and then try to continue to tell us that it's not personal. Aina needs to be reminded this week that actions have consequences.
Danny nods slightly but still looks concerned.
DVD: This week you take care of business in the ring, and I'll be there to make sure that none of them other Hoa Paio's get involved.
With that DVD places the pineapple back down and leaves the kitchen. Danny watches him leave, a look of worry still on his face.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:17:26 GMT -5
SFJ#5 - Stank we are rapidly approaching what perhaps could be your toughest challenge to date when you face Outback Jack at Mayhem... and you clearly with a knee injury.
Stank - Isabella, I'm a professional wrestler. Professional wrestlers compete with injuries all the time. It's part of the sport. Don't let the crutches fool you. I will be ready to face Outback Jack come Mayhem.
SFJ#5 - With all due respect, Stank-
Stank - WHY is it that when people begin a sentence "With all due respect..." they are about to say something disrespectful? Listen... I understand my situation. I know who I'm facing. Outback Jack and I have a storied past. I know what he's capable of. I know he's one of the toughest sons of a bitches in the sport today. I know he is a brawler without peer. I know that. I know of his many accomplishments... I also know what he isn't. He is not a former OOWF World Champion. He is not a 7 time tag team champion. He is not a back to back, 2 time wrestler of the year. In other words he's not me. I did not get to be who I am, as good as I am, by doubting my abilites because of a little boo boo. It would be a mistake to think I can't hurt you or anyone else in that ring. It would be a mistake to think I can't win. Rest assured Outback Jack... you will have your hands full at Mayhem. As a friend of mine would say... trust me.
SFJ#5 - There you have it folks. Stank is certainly not lacking in confidence. Back to you.
<Fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:18:11 GMT -5
CUT to an old-school OOWF banner which looks like it's hung (and not very well) in front of a janitor's closet. Standing in front of the banner is former AWA and WCW announcer Lee Marshall.
LM: "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This week on Midweek Mayhem, my next guests face the team of Eric O'Mac and Bryce Larson for a third time in the past four weeks. Please welcome "Beauty and the Beast," Ravenna Blue and The Crusher Stan Fulton.
"Ravenna, Stan, come on in here."
Ravenna and Fulton walk into frame from the left, Fulton passing in front of Marshall to stand on his right side.
LM: "First of all, let me thank you for this announcing position, Mr. Fulton."
SF: "You're welcome, Lee. Now that Larry has gone back to Colorado, and I know that Tony the Tiger gig doesn't pay all the bills, I thought you would work out fine."
LM: "And Ms. Blue, may I say you look lovely today."
RB: "You may, Lee, and thank you."
LM: "Down to business. Once again, the OOWF General Manager has put the two of you in a match against Eric O'Mac and Bryce Larson. The first match was a draw and you lost the second. Why this third match?"
RB: "Because Eric is a rotten cheater and even though we showed GMtheRick we're the better team, we still have to prove it to him."
SF: "We are the destined ones, Lee. There is no doubt in our minds that we will be Tag Team Champions before the season turns. Ravenna and I have won titles and we're still opening the cards here. But we will show the Hawai'ians, Drink and Destroy, Texpress and whomever else wants to step into that ring, that they are facing destiny."
LM: "To put it bluntly, your record doesn't indicate that."
SF: "We're aware of what our record is, Mr. Marshall. We're also aware that Eric has cheated every step of the way while he's been in this company. Bryce said it himself. Eric has talent in the ring. It's just too bad that he doesn't use any of it."
RB: "Bryce, I have a message directly for you. Get away from Eric. He's taking you down a path you don't want to go. You're better than him. You're worthy of a partner who respects you, not one who just uses you."
LM: "Ravenna, let's talk about partners for a minute. Last week, during your Trios title match, your partner, Chris Evans, turned on you and Concrete TG, laying down for Davin Moreland."
RB: "Everyone told me to watch myself around Chris. That he was not who I thought he was. Well they were right. Stan, you were right.
"Chris, you claim Crete and I were holding you down, that we don't have the pedigree to hold the Trios titles. I'm a former Intercontinental and Onslaught champion. Crete is a 2010 inductee of the OOWF Hall of Fame. What are you? What have you accomplished on your own? We carried you to your one IC title victory. Then you superkick us for a scrap of Davin Moreland's leavings. You're a sham, "Blackheart" Chris Evans."
LM: "Stan, let's segue into other partners and let you talk about Moose and Stank."
SF: "Alright, Lee. I don't need to talk about Moose and Stank. They speak for themselves. Rav and I are aligned with Moose and Stank. And that's all there is to it. We don't care what anyone else thinks about it. We don't care what they say about it. Stank just finished telling you what he's done here. It's legendary. Moose is just as accomplished. They have the pedigree that no other pair of wrestlers can match. We are both grateful that they two are willing to work with us. But it also says something about us. Moose and Stank wouldn't let themselves be surrounded by sycophants and nobodies. That they are willing to work with us, says a lot about our potential as well."
LM: "How do I put this delicately? Ravenna, do you see yourself as a liability as a woman surrounded by three very strong, violent men?"
RB: "Lee, every rose has it's thorns. Moose, Stank and Fulton are my thorns. But I'm no wilting flower. I'm a former IC, Onslaught and Trios title holder. I'm not eye-candy. Anyone wanting to try to get to Moose and Stank through me better have their health insurance paid in full."
SF: "Now, if you'll excuse us, Lee, we have some ass to kick."
Fulton and Ravenna walk off camera; Fulton walks near the camera itself and gives it a shove. The camera angle comes back to rest on Lee Marshall.
LM: "Stan Fulton and Ravenna Blue take on Eric O'Mac and Bryce larson this week on Mayhem! For OOWF-TV, I'm Lee Marshall. Good afternoon, everyone."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:18:37 GMT -5
A well dressed, mature woman knocks on a locker room door backstage. After a few moments, Jewel opens the door. Jewel looks the woman up and down.
Woman: You must be Miss Washington? I'm...
Jewel: J-P, yo English bitch is here!
J-P hurries to the door, moving Jewel to the side.
J-PS: yo, fo'giv ma gurl here, she don't undahstand. Come in Ms. Gilmore.
Ms. Gilmore enters the room after casting a wary eye towards Jewel. She brushes off a dirty couch and sits down. J-P sits next to her with his foot propped up on his knee and sits back, placing his arm on the back of the couch behind Ms. Gilmore, then realizes it and takes it back.
Gil: Let's get started, shall we Mr. Sparxx?
J-PS: Sho thing.
Gil: Mr. Sparxx, you should really say "yes" or "sure thing."
J-PS: dat's wut I said, sho thing.
Gil: SURE thing.
J-P looks confused.
Gil: Mr. Sparxx, at your request, I have come here to help you with your grammar.
J-PS: Yeyah.
Gil: So when I properly pronouce a word, I need you to repeat it.
J-PS: Okaaay.
Gil: Are you ready?
J-PS: Wwwhut?
Gil: I said are you ready?
J-PS: Wwwwhut?
Jewel: Okaaaay!
Gil: Mr. Sparxx, I said are you ready?
J-PS: Let's get ready to SUCK IT!!
Gil: My word, Mr. Sparxx!
J-PS: I sorry, I sorry, we just havin' a bit a fun is all.
Gil: Mr. Sparxx, I need you to focus on the job at hand. You need to properly enunciate your vocabulary to seem coherent.
J-PS: What?
Gil: Mr. Sparxx, for the last time...
J-PS: That won't no joke, I didn't understand a word you said.
Ms. Gilmore seems less than impressed.
Gil: I can see this will be harder than I had previously thought.
J-PS: yo, you callin' me dumb?
Jewel: Bitch, I'll cut you.
Gil: I don't have to take this. Good day Mr. Sparxx. Miss Washington.
J-PS: Fine, git yo ass outta here!
Jewel: Get yo stanky ass outta here ya fuckin' slut!
Ms. Gilmore scoffs in outrage and marches out the door. J-P crashes back onto the couch and pulls out his cell phone and hits a speed dial.
J-PS: Yo, Davs. Yo lady didn't work out....wwhut? Nah bro, I didn't...well, not really...wwhut? Okaaaay. Yeyah. Latah.
Jewel: What he say baby?
J-PS: He called me a dumb son'bitch.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:19:12 GMT -5
Sean Naomh Moore knocks, then enters GMtheRick's office.
SNM: You wanted to see me?
GMtR: :sigh: Yeah - Sean, this is Officer McDouche. He's with immigration and needs a word with you.
OMcD: Mr. Moore, I'm here in an official capacity. Your work visa has expired. I am to put you on a plane back to Ireland immediately.
SNM: Wha?
OMcD: However, Mr. theRick has convinced me, due to the fact that tickets have already been sold, to allow you to compete in this week's match. After that, we must see to it that you return home - at least until you can get your working papers in order. I'm sorry.
SNM: I thought you were taking care of that, Rick?
GMtR: That's not in the contract, so no. I thought it was understood that you were responsible for all that.
SNM: :shakes head: Well, rules are rules...
Moore turns and walks out of the office.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 12, 2011 23:19:37 GMT -5
[/i]Ecosystem is reading this when he turns a page, and starts to get visibly more interested. The ninja cam is able to focus on the page so we can see it. They are so clever![/i] Ecosystem rips the page out, and the rips it into little shreds one by one. Slowly, methodically, he eats them. All of them. He picks up a cell phone and dials a few numbers.Eco: Yeah, it's me. I need you to make sure there are no current issues of Pro Wrestling Illustrated at all anywhere near the arena or the hotel. In fact, ban them all from the premises. No reporters, no photographers, nothing.......who am I? I own the fucking company.......That's right. He hangs the phone up angrily, and turns toward Firewoman's locker room and seems to be deciding something. He gets up and walks in, unannounced, uninvited, without knocking. Perspective change and we see Fire, sitting quietly, looking into her mirror.FW: Oh, hello, Sensei. Eco: Where did you get that? FW: Sydney Wyld. Eco: What's it for? FW: Dunno. She said-- Eco: Never mind that. You have two more names on your list. Fire drops her eyes down, looking like a child being scolded.FW: I know....I'm just thinking that-- Eco: That what? That they don't need it? Please.... FW: No, but-- Eco: Did I tell you what Alexis said about you? FW: No.... Eco: Well, let me paraphrase. She's not been cleansed of her Envy at all. She still wants what you have. FW: Which is... Eco: Your peace of mind...your clarity...your direction in life. She hasn't learned. FW: Oh...that makes me sad. Eco: *sighing* Me too. You know what you have to do. FW: Yes.....finish the list.... Eco: That.... FW: But......I don't want to hurt-- Eco: You're not hurting them. You're saving them. Did it hurt when I saved you? FW: Uh, yeah, kinda. I mean, I died. Twice. Eco: You didn't get it...REALLY get it...until after you got in the ring with Tytan, right? FW: Yeah...so? Eco: So maybe that's what Alexis needs. FW: You want me to-- Eco: I want you to tap into that rage you've been suppressing. I've seen it in your eyes. It's subsided a bit, but I know it's still there. FW: I'm sorry, I try-- Eco: After all you've been through, Lisa, I know it will take a while for it to go away. I can be patient, and I promise you, if you do as I tell you, it will be gone. For now, though, I want you to use it to serve the greater good. And in doing so, you will purge it from you. You will be cleansed and whole. I promise. You believe me. FW: I ... I do... Eco: Good...now then, remember the list. Eco slides a cell phone over to herEco: I don't know if there's time now....after Mayhem will be fine....but don't wait too long. *Eco's face changes from soft and supportive to stern* And don't disappoint me. FW: I....I won't. Ecosystem leaves the room, and before the door closes, we see Firewoman looking back at her mirror. |
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