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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:41:13 GMT -5
<We cut to the back where GM the Rick is addressing a hastily assembled press conference>
GMtR: Due to Moosehead Jack’s actions, the OOWF Invitational will now be for the world heavyweight title. Unlike past events, this year’s tournament will include all OOWF champions as they vie to become the next world champion. Seeding will be based solely on won-loss record, we feel that that is the most fair way to go about it. Well, except for you Moose. Moose has the luck of getting the 32nd seed. There will be a few surprises, some OOWF superstars from the past will be making their return for the tournament as well.
Reporter 1: Will there be any further actions taken against Moosehead Jack
GMtR: <trying to control his anger> We are looking into it, but it doesn’t appear there is anything we can do. It was his decision which title he would vacate, and we were under the assumption that it would be the tag team title. We were wrong. Now, excuse me, I will take more questions later, right now it is time to post the lineup for the 2011 OOWF Invitational.
<GM the Rick sticks a piece of paper on the wall outside his office, then walks into the office, slamming the door behind him>
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Round 1
Live! From Gare Tigre, French Guiana
OOWF Invitational Round 1[/u]
Corax Bracket
(1)Matt Folz vs. (32)Moosehead Jack
(16)Firewoman vs. (17)Ecosystem
(9)Outback Jack vs. (24) Alexis Darling
(8)Psykle vs. (25)J-P Sparxx
Semaj B Bracket
(4)Stank vs. (29)Johnny Adrenaline
(13)Danny Taylor vs. (20)Bryce Larson
(12)Kai vs. (21)Eric O’Mac
(5)Alexander Darling vs. (28)Niles Anderson
Spin Hansen Bracket
(2)Stan Fulton vs. (31)Phil
(15)Aina vs. (18) Darius Prentiss
(10) Chad Madison vs. (23) DH Magnusson
(7)The President vs. (26)Concrete TG
Brad Smoley Bracket
(3)Chris Evans vs. (30)Firechild
(14)Tytan vs. (19)Ravenna Blue
(11)Zane Myers vs. (22)Davin Moreland
(6)LD Williams vs. (27)Capellan
Card subject to political overthrow
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:41:53 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams approaches Moosehead Jack and Stank as they step through the curtain following Moose’s announcement. Wordlessly, he holds up a fist, and the Tag Team Champions bump it as they pass**
LDW: <smiling to himself> “Still our world…”
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:42:28 GMT -5
The camera cuts to the parking lot, and we hear, before we see, a large black and chrome with blood red highlights Harley Davidson pull up to the building. Riding the Harley is the newcomer to OOWF, the 7'3" psychotic biker, Psykle. Jim Russ is standing by the door with the cameraman and a microphone.
JR: Psykle, can I get a moment of your time?
Psykle stares down JR, but doesn't leave.
JR: After your impressive debut in that tag match with The President, everyone's wondering if you have a title you plan to go after, or someone in OOWF that you're targeting, or...
Psykle: Shut up!
JR: Excuse me?
Psykle: SHUT UP! Everyone who signs a contract with wrestling organizations immediately wants to go after titles, or make a splash by going after the top guys. No one gets it anymore. Making a splash is just being flash...a flash in the pan. Look at the greats over history, Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart, The Rock, Triple H, Steve Austin, The Undertaker. You don't just come in to a company and immediately find yourself main event worthy. You have to pay your dues. You have to earn your position. You have to prove your worth. Did I want to team with The President? No. Did I not want to team with The President? No. It was a match, it was a chance to get out there in front of the fans and show them what I can do. It was a chance to get out there in the ring with some strong competitors and show the locker room why I deserve to be here. Not because I'm the newest, latest thing, but because when you put me in the ring, you're seeing someone who can dominate. I've heard some people talking when they thought I couldn't hear about how I'm slack for not introducing myself before I had my first match. They don't get it. It's not about talking and demanding that you be treated like someone to be reckoned with. It's about showing people why you are someone to be reckoned with. It's about proving that you deserve to be here and that you are a future champion, even if that future may be weeks, months or even years away. You want to know why I'm here now? I'm here because it's time for me to get a better look at the best wrestlers the OOWF has to offer as competition. I'm here to watch, observe, learn and grow. I'll take on whoever there is to take on, and you know what, I will probably lose a match here and there, but every time I lose, I guarantee that the person I was in the ring with will still be feeling the effects of that match two or three days later. When the time is right, I will pick a target, and I will eliminate them. In the meantime though, I will bide my time, observe and learn, because that's what my mentor taught me to do.
JR: Your mentor?
Psykle: You probably want to know who that is, don't you?
JR: Well, of course.
Psykle: That's too bad. My mentor also always told me to keep somethings held back. Knowledge is power, and revealing too much too soon can give up your advantages. When the time is right, my mentor will be revealed, and will show you why I am as good as I am. Training is essential to greatness. Now get the hell out of my way, I've got to get to the locker room and see who I can find a match with this week.
Psykle opens the door and enters the arena.
JR: Well, there you have it fol...
A security guard comes flying through the door and down to the ground, interrupting JR. Psykle sticks his head out the door after him and yells at the guard.
Psykle: That tell you who I am, dumbass?
Psykle slams the door shut, and we cut to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:43:19 GMT -5
*It's Wednesday, you know the drill. Shawn and Moonbeam decked out in some killer dresses. Davin's there too, not in a suit, but now currently wearing a DEA Hockey Jersey...but this time it's #1. Asshole. We hear the voiceover guy and see the "Top 10 Frauds of the Week" chyron.*
VG: Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please. Live! from Key West, Florida, by FAR the highest rated segment in OOWF-TV history...it's time for "Top 10 Frauds of the Week". Brought to you by Dunkin' Donuts. Now, here are your hosts...Moonbeam O'Callahan and Shawn Johnson!
*canned applause*
SFJ420: Thank you, thank you. Welcome one and all for another edition of "Top 10 Frauds of the Week".
OGMSJ: That's right, Moony. This week, the highest rated segment in OOWF-TV history has plenty of fraudulent behavior to tackle...so let's get to the man you've all been waiting for...Davin...MORE-land!!!
DM: *comes into frame* Thank you Shawn. Thank you Moony. I'm pleased to announce that "Top 10 Frauds of the Week" set another ratings record for OOWF-TV, and we couldn't have done it without you....Ok, we probably could have, but let's face it, you can't help yourselves. You need all-Davin all the time. People say "Davin, why don't you launch your own cable network?" Well, first, I'm not going to discuss business with commoners like those of you that ask me shit. B, right now I'm just happy to pop OOWF-TV's ratings. At least for a little while, until you're bored to tears with another "As the Fire Turns" promo, or another "Who Gives a Rat's Ass" Tytan promo. Hey, I need to sleep too. And that's what I watch. To sleep. Because it's boring and sucks.
SFJ420: Ok Davin, do we have time for viewer mail?
DM: *sighs* No, but the viewers like it. And for as little as I care, they buy Dunkin' Donuts, who in turn makes me lots of money, so let's get to it.
OGMSJ: First one comes from Johnny Cornpicker in Why would you ever live in Indiana, Indiana...He writes: "Dear Davin...It's entirely possible that the world has never seen an Awesome Force like you in the history of life. How is it that you were bestowed with so much Awesome?"
DM: Well Johnny, from time to time in history - the world has been graced with Awesome people, for the sole purpose of showing everyone else how Awesome they will never be. In these crazy times of ours, there needed to be someone SO Awesome that people need to be desperately ashamed of themselves. Ashamed because they know they could never match my level of Awesome even if they lived for 2000 years. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Humbled. Davin Moreland humbles people. Mostly because I, Davin Moreland, am so fucking humble. It's just part of my Awesome. And my Humble. Or something. Next!
SFJ420: Davin, this one comes from Johnny Potatodigger in Possibly a Worse State than Indiana, Idaho. He writes: "Dear Davin. Someone said to me the other day that you're not as Awesome as you say you are. I said they're just jealous. Then we got in a fight and I stabbed him. Now I'm in prison awaiting trial. Any advice?"
DM: Yes Johnny. Don't drop the soap. Last one!
OGMSJ: The final one comes from Johnny Klansman in String'EmUp, Mississippi. He writes: "Dear Davin. I heard you don't like black people. That's good. White is Right. Black is Wack."
DM: Johnny, you're a vile racist and I hope you die in a fire. Some of my best friends are probably black. Regardless, since you're stupid enough to live in the South, you deserve all the poverty and affirmative action that you get. I hope black people steal your job for the rest of your life, and you're stuck subsisting in a rusted out trailer living off the government - cursing everything you've become because when Rush Limbaugh talks, he's now talking about you. I hope your daughter fucks no one but black guys for the rest of your life. I hope black people piss on you when you're begging for change. Mostly, I hope you and your whole family dies to keep from diluting the gene pool any more. Also, thanks for watching and buy lots of Dunkin' Donuts. Are we ready?
SFJ420: You betcha, Davin. Before the list you mentioned you wanted to talk about a Non-fraud of the Week this week?
DM: I did, Moony. To my colleague, my friend and my cousin, Moosehead Jack. What you did tonight was so incredible, so amazing, so AWESOME that I don't know if I have the words to express it. You worked ALL those fools, and you did the ballsiest thing I've seen done in a long time. Fuck Rick. Fuck those Marks. And more importantly, Fuck Everyone who has a problem with what Moose did. J-Rob? I'm in awe of your cunning and skill. At least 2/3 of our family in this company is able to do worthwhile things. I'm proud to be your cousin, Moose. Thank you for what you did. Ok, without further ado...let's get to the list!
OGMSJ: *at the big board, readies the #10 slot for removal* The Number 10 Fraud of the Week is...Sting!
DM: *shakes his head solemnly* Sting? You abandoned TNA, Sting. Sting, By Proxy Sting, you abandoned WCW, Sting. Was it money, Sting? Sting, was it prestige Sting? Was it notoriety, Sting? Sting, do you think a match with fucking 9 million year old Undertaker is going to do anything but embarrass you and your legacy, Sting? Sting, did you ever consider Sting that Sting was only a legend in WCW and TNA, Sting? Sting, do you understand that no one in WWE knows who in the blue fuck you are, Sting? Sting, you know you're gonna job, right Sting? Badly, Sting? Sting? Are you listening Sting? Sting, they're gonna bury you, Sting. Bury you and sully your name, Sting. Sting, you're a fucking fraud Sting. And Sting? I hope you blow out your knee before Wrestlemania, Sting.
SFJ420: Ok...The Number 9 Fraud of the Week is...Concrete Takaken Gryphon!
DM: Evans carried you because he respects you. Unfortunately, he respects who you were and not who you are. I'll do my best to work on that. Quit, Takaken. Quit before someone, like me, takes you and your treacherous ass out for good. This will be your only warning. Next?
OGMSJ: The Number 8 Fraud of the Week...FuckThatGuy!
DM: You cheaped your lazy ass to a win this week. Congratulations. Let's try it again one on one, shall we? How about a cage? Better yet, a cell. That way you can't run, you pussy. You fucking fraud. You put my name in YOUR mouth? You try to make your career on MY back? I am a 4-Time World Heavyweight Champion. A 2-Time Onslaught Champion, in "I Quit" matches, not pussy rules like you like. An Intercontinental Champion. A Tag Champion. A 5-Time Campeonas de Trios Champion. Add 'em up, Jobber Monkey. That is 13 Championships won in this company in less than 4 years. That's 2 more World Championships than ANYBODY else. Than ANYBODY else. That's not even counting my 11 Iron Person Heavy Metal DDT Championships...a championship ripped off from my friend and mentor President Ramu. I am the most decorated champion in this company's history.
--Listen to that again.
I am the most decorated Champion in this company's history.
I demand respect, and I deserve every ounce of it. *I* decide who I put over. *I* decide whose careers that I make. I decide...not you. Go fuck yourself, Curtain-Jerk. You can keep that Intercontinental Championship warm for whomever wants it next. Cause you'll job to them. Then you'll go back to Lackey-Land, which is the only thing you're semi-competent doing. Maybe *I* will take that belt from you. Maybe I won't. I shouldn't give you the time of day. Never mind the airtime, the rub, the bump and the career enhancement of being in a match with me. I'll decide whether or not to relieve you of that belt that you are not worthy of. Maybe I'll have someone else do it. Maybe someone else will do it first. When I say I'm the Greatest of All Time, it's not a boast. It's not bragging. It's not bullshitting if it's true. You will never...NEVER...be on my level. You'll never be close. To strut around here like you've done something is fraudulent enough. To dare use ME and MY name to try to make your career? That makes you a Fraud of the Week. Please blow out your knee. Break your hip. Something. The fans deserve better than your bullshit boring. Much better. I'm already sleepy thinking about you in a wrestling match. You're lucky you're in there with pros, or else you would have broken your neck by now. Maybe some day, you won't be in there with someone that good. Or maybe someone wants to teach you a lesson, hm? Ask Bryce Larson what pissed-off veterans are capable of in the ring. He's still trying to rehab his career and reputation after what I did. Next.
SFJ420: The Number 7 Fraud of the Week is...Alex Darling!
DM: Zima? Bring it On Marathon? Where the fuck did you find Zima anyway? It's ok, kid. You fucked up. It took a pro's pro like Moosehead Jack to set you straight. He's a smart man. You should listen to him.
OGMSJ: The Number 6 Fraud of the Week is...Firewoman!
DM: I don't even have words anymore. I'm embarrassed to be related to you. Your puppetmaster will slice and dice this anyway he wants, so I might as well be straight up. You're an embarrassment to the Sheehan name. You used to be good...no...great. I've spent a LOT of time and effort putting you over. That was a long time ago. I wash my hands of you. What you've already done is unforgivable - and what you do now is inexcusable. Debasing yourself like you do. For those frauds. Against those you supposedly care about. I hope you fix it, but I hold out no hope. You can job your little ass off to FuckThatGuy for the rest of your life for all I care. I'm not helping you. YOU are the cancer in this company, and when it comes down to it...*I* will cut you out. Remember I said that. When I deem it necessary, it will be done. Next.
SFJ420: The Number 5 Fraud of the Week is...Tytan!
DM: Where do I start....I beat you, and you haven't won since. In fact, you haven't won for a while, have you? You expose yourself as a fraud with each passing day. Bigger and Bigger. Much like that bulbous roid head of yours. If he dies...he dies. I hope you'll kick soon, fraud. You annoy me.
OGMSJ: The Number 4 Fraud of the Week is...Ecosystem!
DM: You are a joke. That's all. You've always been a joke. You'll always be a joke. No one takes you seriously. Nor should they. Why don't you just do everyone a favor and disappear again?
SFJ420: The Number 3 Fraud of the Week is...Alexander Darling!
DM: Don't get all excited, fucko. You only dropped a spot because I have bigger fish to fry this week. Moose played you. Moose owns you. Your parents are ashamed of you. They know what you're doing. They watch. Maybe someday you'll do something worthwhile. But right now, your best career work has been as my bitch. That's how good *I* am.
OGMSJ: The Number 2 Fraud of the Week is...The Key West, Florida Fans!
DM: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA *deep breath* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....Oh man...you really...SERIOUSLY...thought Moose was turning face? I KNOW there were "smart" fans out there too. Those are the biggest frauds. But man, you're all so fucking gullible. Moose. Turn face. With Stank standing in the ring? You might not even be frauds. You're just fucking stupid.
SFJ420: And now...The Number 1 Fraud of the Week is...GM the Rick!
DM: *slowly, sadly shakes his head* Rick, Rick, Rick...have you learned nothing? In all your years as GM, and you're still the biggest moron in this entire company. Hell, the entire business. What did you think Moose was going to do, huh? Throw down the tag belt? Stank is one of Moose's best friends. You were dumb enough to give him a contract, and then even DUMBER for acting like he did something wrong. I've been trying for weeks to discuss my future in this company...and you won't return MY calls? The top draw in the fucking COMPANY? I know it tears you up inside to hear that, but you know as well as I do that it's true. You wonder why I'm constantly going over your head to the Board? You wonder this? You are the biggest, most incompetent fraud I have ever run across in my life. I wish you'd run into traffic again. That way I'd be able to straighten this shit out. Ask Erlana. The best time she's HAD here is when she was working with me. Because I did shit. And I did it right. You? You're stuck in 2004. And it just fucking cost you. Again.
OGMSJ: That's all we have, Davin.
DM: It is. Hate to end the segment, well, ever, because I know with each passing second more money goes into my bank account; but we'll leave it there for this week. My appreciation goes out to all the non-frauds out there this week - most notably J-P Sparxx, who went toe-to-toe with the man himself, LD Williams, for 30 minutes in one of the best worked Time Limit Draws I've ever seen. Ever. And you proved yourself. Again. And I'm confident you'll keep proving yourself. And the rest of you, Stan Fulton, big win. Mags, you're great. Everyone not on the list, you deserve to not be on it. Those of you on it, belong there. A lot of you permanently. As long as you're frauds, I will be here week after week calling your fraudulent asses out. That's all from Key West. I'm Davin Moreland. Cock a doodle doo, motherfucker! Goodbye everybody!
*The 3 wave goodbye and the screen fades to the OOWF logo*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:44:43 GMT -5
The members of Trinity are at the airport, and Ecosystem is having an argument with GMtheRick, while the other two look on.
GMtR: Because those are the rules.
Eco: You can NOT expect us to fly, on a plane, across the Atlantic, that is full of people who want to kill us?
GMtR: Juni, that happens every flight.
Eco: I think you'll agree that things between Trinity and the rest of the locker room are a bit more severe than the usual heat.
GMtR: Be that as it may, the board is very clear on this one. In North America it's fine, but international travel means everyone goes the same chartered flight.
Tyt: It'll be fine, there's a strict no fighting rule.
FW: I don't want to...
GMtR: Tough. You're lucky you still have a job. Now get on board, all three of you.
GM the Rick walks away, rubbing his temples. Eco glares after him, and then turns, grabs his bags and heads toward the plane. Tytan follows. Firewoman hesitates and then starts to follow when suddenly a hand reaches out in front of her, holding a silver flask. Firewoman takes it and looks at it. It's got an image of a flame engraved on one side, and the initials "LQD" on the other. She looks up and sees Lucky standing there, carrying Alexis and Alexander's bags.
FW: Why....?
L: I know how you are on flights, especially over oceans.
FW: I can't, Lucky...if Eco saw --
L: So don't let him see.
Lucky keeps walking. Firewoman waits, conceals the flask in her inside jacket pocket, then grabs her stuff and follows everyone else to the plane.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:45:12 GMT -5
Airport Terminal, Florida
The President is making his way through the airport, gladhanding every person and kissing every baby. Security has been called a few times but nothing has come of it; after they see who he is, they walk over and chat with the complainant, who will then nod and look upon the President pitifully. Nonetheless The President has had a great time, chatting with a few of the more politically oriented passengers-in-waiting. Nearing the gate the OOWF would be using, he spots his future opponent waiting away from everyone else, aloof and dejected. With the thought, Now that can not stand, he walks over to Concrete TG.
President: Concrete! He puts up his hands in between Crete's shoulder boulders, guiding them back towards the concourse. Come with me, lets have a chat.
Concrete looks very confused but goes along anyway. The President leads them both to the Starbucks, where he orders a hot chocolate and Concrete gets one of those seasonal peppermint lattes. Not content with that, however, The President then leads them over to the McDonald's. They then take a seat after getting their food, The President enjoying a Double Quarter Pounder and Concrete a more sensible classic grilled chicken sandwich.
President: You see these, Concrete? Symbols of America's greatness. Of its prosperity. Symbols that a system people once thought was outdated and extinct, still works. Go on. Take a bite. Gulp that coffee.
Concrete pauses for a moment, still thoroughly confused, but does continue eating the meal. After a few bites, The President jumps in again.
President: When I was elected, Concrete, people had lost their faith in that system. In America. They had been through some rough times, were at the lowest possible moment in this country's history outside of the Civil War. But, and this is the important part, that didn't mean the system or that America was washed up.
Concrete stops mid-bite, the last two words seemingly hitting a nerve.
President: I was able to get the people to realize the greatness of this country, the uniqueness of their system, and bring everyone back to soaring heights once again. Concrete, you are going to need to do the same if you are going to have even the slightest chance against me. You let that punk disrespect you in front of a worldwide audience. You have been on one long downward slide. You USED to be someone for these people to look up to. You USED to be a model of the values this country is about. Now, you're walking out there and making a joke of yourself. You are going to need to buckle down, pull your bootstraps up, and rediscover who you are. You are going to need to become this - *He shakes his hot chocolate and DQP in Concrete's face* - if you have any sense of self-worth whatsoever.
The President shoves the rest of his burger into his mouth, finishing it as he stands up. Concrete has just gone blank, lost in thought.
President: I don't want to face some has-been legend out there. I want the best; MY goal is OOWF gold, and the only road there is going right through the top this company has to offer. But don't do this for me, do it for yourself. Because while I deplore what happened to you at MidWeek Mayhem, I will do the same to you without a second thought. Whether you shape up or remain this pathetic fallen icon, I will not hesitate to embarrass you in that ring. You are an obstacle on my path to glory. But whether you make people remember what you are or whether you are merely an anonymous bump in the road is a decision you're going to have to make. Enjoy the food.
The President pats Concrete on the shoulder then heads off back to the OOWF gate, resuming his gladhanding and baby-kissing. Upon reaching the gate, he heads to the desk and smiles winningly for the attendant there.
President: Well. Any progress on my questions?
Attendant: Sir, I did tell you before, we don't have Presidential or VIP seating. Nor do you have the proper credentials to earn such a seat.
The President is about to speak, but the attendant holds her hand up.
Attendant: However, we were able to accommodate your other request. *She reaches beneath her desk, and comes back up with a giant jar filled to the brim with jellybeans.* I hope these are enough Jelly Bellys?
President *Grinning Widely*: Oh, ah, I suppose they'll do.
The President gratefully takes the jar from the attendant, and cheerfully makes his way onto the plane.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:45:38 GMT -5
Darius Prentiss and Charlotte Everstark are walking down the main drag in Gare Tigre...
Darius: Welcome to the glamorous life of being an OOWF Superstar, Char. Fucking White.
Charlotte: Now, Darius... this place ain't so bad. We're in a genuine tropical paradise. I mean, look at the trees... the animals...
Darius: The clearcutting of forests to mine gold...
Charlotte: Quit your damn sassback, Darius. What's gotten into you? We're practically on vacation here. When Daddy and I came here looking at a plantation on the coast, I fell in love with this place. Besides, where would you rather be... here, or back in Las Vegas, getting paid peanuts to help middle-aged women work the fat off their asses?
Darius: Depends on how I'm doing the working it off.
(Charlotte stares daggers at him.)
Charlotte: That's no way to talk with a lady present.
Darius: There's a lady present here?
(Charlotte slaps him, hard.)
Charlotte: Now you listen here. We've got a great opportunity, and this one might be your last after you started eyin' Dana White's wife. I did you a favor by gettin' you trained to 'wrassle, and I did you another by agreeing to be your valet since I can't get into the ring, and how do you repay me? You keep pickin' at me, and I'm damn sick and tired of it! Now here's what y'all are going to do... you're gonna shut up, you're gonna keep on walkin' with me to the arena, and you're gonna see who's first in line for a whuppin'. You hear me?
Darius: Yeah.
Charlotte: You gonna apologize?
Darius: Yeah. I'm sorry, Char. Things are just getting to me.
Charlotte: If your guts are all tied up because this is the first time that you're 'wrasslin under your own name, don't take it out on me. Take it out on whatever poor sonofabitch you're up against. Quit feelin' sorry for yourself. Y'all ain't in the UFC anymore. Boo hoo.
(Darius sighs.)
Darius: You're right, Char. I'm not that guy. I'm Darius Prentiss. I'm the most punishing fighter in the world. I'm gonna make the bastard that I draw in the first round of this tournament wish he was never born, and the last thoughts that will go through his head when I'm choking the breath out of him will be "Why me?"
Charlotte: Now that's more like it. Let's raise some hell, sugar.
(The scene fades as the two walk into the arena...)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:46:03 GMT -5
CUT to a row of seats in the far back of the OOWF plane. Taking up most of that row is The Crusher Stan Fulton. Next to him is Ravenna Blue.
RB: "Stan, it will be alright. Nothing's going to happen to this plane. I'm sure the pilot is well qualified."
SF: "No, this plane is going down into the ocean and we're all gonna die."
RB: "You're being ridiculous. You know if you keep this up, you'll end up on Davin's fraud list."
SF: "For having a phobia?! Christ, everyone is afraid of something. I just happen to be terribly afraid of dying and my paranoia says this plane is going to be the cause of it."
RB: "So let's get your mind off of it. Anything else on your mind?"
SF: "Sure, a few things. I'm happy I showed that steroid-filled muscle head, Tytan, that he can't overlook me. It was a good win for me. I needed a win."
RB: "Because we haven't been winning?"
SF: "You know I believe in you, Rav. No matter what Blackheart says. I'm not going to abandon you like everyone else. I know what I want and tag teaming with you certainly isn't an impediment to that. In fact, it would be nice to get some tag wins and then challenge Moose and Stank for the belts. It'd be one hell of a match."
RB: "Well that's not happening any time soon."
SF: "No. We have this OOWF Invitational thing. So what's this all about?"
RB: "You don't know the OOWF history do you?"
SF: "Well it's been kind of hard to follow. It was on OOWF-TV then moved over to Pun's House Entertainment for a time, now it's back on OOWF. I could never keep it all straight so I never really watched. I caught the last few months before I joined up, but that was right after the last Invitational I guess."
RB: "Well I'll let it be a surprise then for you."
SF: "You have no idea either do you?"
RB: "Shuddup."
SF: "I face some jobber named Phil, but then I don't know how the next round is scheduled. Will I face the winner of Aina/Darius Prentiss or The President/Concrete TG? Could be any of the four. Is the second round this week or next week or the following week because next week is Third Week Mayhem? I'm so confused."
RB: "Doesn't take much, does it?"
SF: "You're in a foul mood."
RB: "Well I don't know why I'm flying out of Key West when I wasn't even on the card last week."
SF: "Team Unity, blah blah blah."
Fulton looks to the front of the plane to where Eco and Fire are just now boarding. There's a noticeable drop in the conversations while most everyone stares daggers at the pair of Trinity members.
SF: "There are two people this company can do without."
RB: "Can't say I disagree with you."
SF: "Even if you get to shower with Fire again?"
Fulton has a shit-eating grin a mile wide when he says this and Ravenna punches him in the arm.
RB: "Perv."
SF: "Somethings you just never grow out of."
RB: "Unlike your clothes from last year."
SF: "Wow."
RB: "Sorry. I'm a bit grouchy."
SF: "Gonna be a fantastic flight. You're a grouch, I'm going be running up and down the aisles screaming and the rest of the passengers will want to toss Trinity out the door at 30,000 feet."
RB: "Happy days."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:46:57 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is STANDING~! in the back of the line of OOWFers, with his rolling carry-on. Shawn and Moonbeam are there too. Davin's still sporting the DEA #1 jersey, and Alexis is staring daggers at him from a few spots ahead, but not saying anything*
DM: I fucking hate this.
SFJ420: What, man?
DM: THIS! THIS! Fucking "everyone on the same plane" horseshit. I don't want to be on a plane with Them.
OGMSJ: I thought "Them" was...
DM: *starts irrationally pointing* THEM! THEM! THEM! I hate most of them. I don't want them using up the same recycled air as me. Such bullshit. I'm never letting Sammy do another one of my contracts again. Next one says in bold-fucking-print that I don't have to go on these fucking road trips anymore. Makes me want to pop the hatch at 40,000 feet and start tossing people.
OGMSJ: I don't think that's the right frame of mind to be in.
DM: You're right. That's why Sammy brought me a present. Plenty for everyone. In the meantime, it would probably be best for everyone that I'm not seated next to anyone on the active roster. Sorry you guys gotta bite that bullet for me.
SFJ420: Dude! What about Sparxx and Evans, man? Why don't we just sit with them?
DM: And listen to them bitch at each other for 8 hours? I'd rather jump without a parachute. Come on, we're moving.
*Alexis is STILL staring Davin down as she's about to enter the jetway. Davin pops his jersey and then points at the back basketball-style. Disgusted, Alexis heads down the jetway. Davin starts laughing his ass off*
DM: Maybe I'm being too hasty. Maybe this can be a little fun after all.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:47:22 GMT -5
~~ Chad and Zane are SITTING!!! (predictably, in coach) on the OOWF Plane. Zane gets a text ~~
Chad: Who's that?
Zane: Bridgette. Letting me know she's back in San Antonio now. Got the oil changed in the Mustang and is planning a shopping spree.
Chad: Hmmm.. Perhaps you should re-think the 'No More Sponsors' if she has your credit card
Zane: Nothing to worry about. Unlike you, I didn't blow half my savings at Lisa's Bachelorette Party.
Chad: (laughing) Not quite half. So you and Davin this week? I'll definitely be watching that.
Zane: Yes, interesting luck of the draw. As is you and DH.
Chad: Care to wager on who makes it the furthest?
Zane: Stakes?
Chad: Winner chooses the restaurants for a week?
Zane: Sure, why not.
~~ Zane gets another text. ~~
Zane: Davin wants to see me. Hmmmm.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:47:47 GMT -5
(Tytan is sitting in the airport talking with Diana Podvod.)
Tytan: They all want to know how it feels to be the former champ.
(Diana sits at listens.)
Tytan: They want to know how it feels to have lost the title to Alex Darling and then watch Moose steal it from him.
Diana: Well then how does it feel?
Tytan: That....well...that was freakin brilliant. Don't get me wrong I hate the fact that I lost to that little weasel Darling. But now with the tournament I will have my chance to get revenge.
And that revenge starts with Miss Blue. You Ravenna the one that cried the loudest when I did my "Acts of Violence". You cried foul but never did a thing. So, doesn't that make you worse then me. I finally get to shut you up once and for all and I begin to take back what was stolen from me.
Diana: But now, what is going to make things different?
Tytan: Simple. I went with Trinity because it was suppose to be about a unity a family. I haven't seen that happen, Juni is to busy playing with his pet then being the brains of the unit. We were suppose to set some of these people free. Instead he is to busy doing his "experiments".
Diana: You know we can always do what we discussed.
Tytan: I don't know....maybe I should have left Juni dead in the bottom of that pit. Maybe it's time to make some changes.
Diana: Go back to taking care of business the way you did before Trinity came back into the picture.
(Tytan smiles. Diana pulls out her medical bag and hands it to Tytan. He looks inside and realizes what is in there.)
Tytan: You actually managed to bring that with you.
Diana: What do you think that they are going to question a medical Doctor?
Tytan: But now who? Davin....no to many people around and besides I have something else in mind for him.
Diana: What about (She leans in and whispers to Tytan)
Tytan: Why not? Diana have I told you lately how nice it is having you around again?
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:48:10 GMT -5
*Stank looks over at Moose who is fast asleep. He rises from his seat and walks up a few rows. On his way he pats Stan Fulton on his shoulder and congratulates him on his win over Tytan. He continues on and stops at the row where LD Williams sits next to Concrete TG. Stank looks over and notices the row across the aisle from them is empty.*
Stank - Who was sitting here?
CTG - Oh... Hello citizen Stank.
Stank - Crete.
*Crete leans forward and looks at the empty row of seats.*
CTG - I believe the Flying Hawaiians were sitting there. I don't know where they are now.
Stank - Well then they won't mind if I keep these seats warm while they're off doing whatever.
*Stank sits in the empty row, lifting the armrests so that the row resembles a couch more so than a row of chairs. He stretches out his leg with the bum knee and breaths a sigh of relief.*
Stank - You mind switching seats with LD for a minute, Crete?
*Concrete TG complies and switches seats with LD Williams so that LD is now sitting in the aisle seat unobstructed from Stank's view.*
LD - What's up, Lucas?
Stank - Nothing much. Just needed to stretch my legs a bit.
LD - So... I've been meaning to ask you.
Stank - What?
LD - Did you put Moose up to dropping the World Title in favor of the Tag Team belts?
*Stank stares off for a moment deep in thought. The scene cuts back to the Dance of Death 7 Pay Per View where Stank and Moose regain the OOWF Tag Team Championships.*
*The camera cuts back to the present. Stank looks over at LD Williams.*
Stank - None of what Moose did was my idea. I had no clue any of that was going to happen. He told me after he won the World Title he was going to use the belt to leverage Rick into giving him his contract, but I had no idea he was going to drop the World Title in favor of the Tag Team Championships.
LDW - Well his loss is my gain. Now I have another opportunity to become World Champ again at the Invitational.
Stank - ... right... I just... I just don't know where Moose's head is at.
LDW - What do you mean?
Stank - He's talking to old boy again.
LDW - You mean the voice in his head? I thought you told me that had stopped.
Stank - It had. For a time. But I caught him talking to it once again at Dance of Death. Like I told you before. I trust Moose. I don't trust whoever he's talking to.
LDW - I wouldn't worry about it.
Stank - Did he ever do that when the two of you were a tag team?
LDW - I happened to hear him talking in his sleep once... but no, nothing like what you're witnessing.
*Stank sighs then rises to his feet.*
Stank - Let me get back before the Hawaiians return. Later LD.
LDW - Later Lucas.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:48:46 GMT -5
<Stank comes back to his seat and sits down. Without opening his eyes, Moose speaks, startling Stank slightly>
MHJ: You think I’m nuts
Stank: <jumping just a little> I HATE when you do that. And……….no…………I don’t think you are so much nuts as…….lets just call it getting bad advice
MHJ: Did you hear them out there? They were cheering me. Tell me you couldn’t exploit that level of stupidity for some fun.
Stank: <shaking his head> I don’t know what they were thinking. I would just as soon expect to wake up tomorrow morning and find the sky has turned brown as I would seeing the fans cheer you
<they sit in silence for a minute>
Stank: But what about that other stuff?
MHJ: What other stuff?
Stank: About realizing the title makes you one of the elite in wrestling and all that
MHJ: I don’t need a title to tell me that
Stank: Some do
MHJ: Some are idiots. If you need a piece of metal to justify your worth, then you are a shallow fuck. That’s the trap the rich folks that would slum it where I lived fell into. They thought their new cars and fancy houses proved something, they thought it defined something. They thought they could come into our neighborhood and throw that around and we should be impressed and kiss their ass. They didn’t realize that where WE came from, it wasn’t what you had, but what you could do that defined who you were. After we sent a few of em home crying for their mommas, half beaten to death, they stopped coming around.
Stank: You really hate life, don’t you?
MHJ: What has life ever done for me?
<Stank shakes his head again, then looks at Moose, Moose finally opens his eyes and looks at Stank. Stank extends his hand and shakes Moose’s hand, Moose gives him an odd look>
MHJ: What was that for?
Stank: You kept your word. I sought your help against Drink & Destroy and you didn’t hesitate. I knew I could count on you for that feud, when you won the world title, I assumed – like everyone else – that that was it for the tag titles. The fact that you dropped that title to keep a promise? That means something, I won’t forget it.
MHJ: Its nothing
Stank: Moose…….it is
MHJ: Look……..and all the other fuckwits in this company can mock this all they want, there are few people in wrestling that I trust, there are even fewer that I respect. When we formed The Five I signed up because I knew that that was four people I trusted and respected. I knew any of them would do anything for me, and I would return the favor. Once the Five, always the Five.
Stank: Even Fire?
<Moose shoots Stank a look that is somewhere between rage and sadness>
MHJ: I don’t want to talk about her
Stank: What she did wasn’t her
MHJ: BULLSHIT. If she didn’t WANT to do it, she would have stopped. She can say whatever the FUCK she wants about being controlled by Eco. Deep down, in her very fucking soul, if she was THAT against something, she would fucking stop. There is no amount of “mind control” that will overfuckingcome that. She made her fucking choice, she WANTED to do it. How many fucking times would she harp on me for not being a good brother? How many fucking times did she piss and moan because I wouldn’t bail her out of yet ANOTHER problem she got herself into? I wasn’t what she wanted. She made her choice, and I meant what I said……when she swung that bat, she became the new Alexander Darling in my book. So I hope she is happy with that decision
Stank: So, just like that its over
MHJ: You just don’t fucking get it Lucas
Stank: No……I do. I have a brother of my own. I understand. Just…….look I know your solution to something that cuts you like that is to either kill it, or cut it out of your life forever. I get it. Just……..think about it
MHJ: I have more important things to think about. I have Folz in the first round of the invitational. That is all that matters
<Moose turns and looks out the window ending the conversation, Stank shakes his head and looks away and drifts off into thought>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:49:22 GMT -5
Firewoman gets up on the plane from where she's sitting near the window, goes around Ecosystem in the aisle seat, and walks toward the back. She adjusts her NJ Devils hat and her sunglasses, as the glares of the entire promotion follow her. She seems to take no notice of them, and as she gets to the door of the bathroom, she reaches in her inside jacket pocket and takes out the flask.
Time passes....
The door opens and she comes back down the hall, following the same routine, eyes down, ignoring the glares. She gets back to their seats.
FW: I hate flying.
Eco: *playing with his laptop* I know.
FW: I also hate sitting near the window. I can't forget I'm on a plane if I sit next to the window.
Eco: *still not looking up* Well, you can't sit here, because then you'd be in the aisle and unprotected.
FW: I don't need--
Eco: Shall I see if one of them wants to taze you again?
FW: ....
Eco: ....
FW: No, but....
Eco: Plus, you need to get over your fear. So sit down. Now please.
Fire looks around, to see half the promotion going back to their reading or whatever, the other still glaring. She reluctantly sits down, in a huff.
Eco: Temper temper. Actually, I have something to show you. Since you're already in a bad mood.
He hands Fire the laptop and has it cued to Davin's top ten frauds of the week. He hits play for her.
Eco: Since you seem to be slipping in your resolve, I just need to remind you.
Fire watches until she gets to the part where she's on the list....again.
FW: Big deal, that's hardly a surprise.
Eco: Shut up and listen.
FW: Wait, what was that?
Eco: What was what.
FW: It skips there in the beginning.
Eco: Does it?
FW: Yeah....*rewinding*...right there....and there.....
Eco: Oh...probably the weather interfered when I downloaded it.
FW: Oh....
Fire watches it again, scowling under her sunglasses. But then she hits pause, and reverses it, and hits play.
Fire takes her sunglasses off, looks sideways at Ecosystem, who appears to be trying to sleep with his earphones on. She rewinds and plays it again, and then sits back in her seat, staring straight ahead for a moment. She twists around and looks in the rows around and behind her until she sees Davin, still annoyed about being on the same flight as everyone. He seems to sense it, and looks up. Their eyes meet for a minute, and then he looks down, expression never changing. Fire looks at him a few seconds longer, then goes back to staring straight ahead. She shuts the laptop off and elbows Ecosystem in the ribs.
Eco: Ow...what?
FW: I need the cell phone.
Eco: No.
FW: Seriously....please? I need to update my netflix cue.
Eco: Huh?
FW: You won't let me watch OOWF TV and if I'm going to be stuck in foreign countries where I can't understand the language, I want some DVDs to watch.
Eco: ...
FW: ...
Eco: Fine.
Ecosystem hands her the phone, with not a little bit of annoyance and goes back to his music. Fire clicks away on the buttons, and then turns it off.
In the back of the plane, Lucky is sitting with the Darlings, when suddenly his phone vibrates. He picks it up, looks at the message, and smiles.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:50:07 GMT -5
**After Stank leaves, Concrete TG and L.D. Williams sit in silence for a few moments.**
LDW: “So, have you decided what you’re gonna do?”
CTG: “Excuse me Citizen?”
LDW: “Evans stomped on you, Davin jumped in to join the fun, New Guy called you out, and your remaining hero is splitting her time between you and Moose.”
CTG: <face darkening>“Your point?”
LDW: “ ‘Crete, I’ve always respected the way you walked away from the WWE to come back here, and I admire the fact you work so hard to be the pure hero in this…nightmare, but you and I both know you’re not naive. There comes a time when taking another beating doesn’t prove anything anymore. You’re a good guy, you’re pure of heart, everybody gets that. It doesn’t mean you have to be a door mat.”
CTG: “We’ve seen what happens when my dark side comes out - remember San Chaos?”
LDW: “I do, and I still maintain that was a better you. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Look at Danny Taylor - nicest guy you’ll ever meet. Wouldn’t hurt a fly in anger. But, inside the ring - a monster. Defending his family, the scariest guy you’ll ever meet.”
CTG: “What are you suggesting?”
LDW: “Find a middle ground. You can remind the world why you are a hall of famer, and still be the hero.”
CTG: “And, forgive me for asking citizen Williams, but why do you care?”
LDW: “Pure selfishness.”
CTG: “How so?”
LDW: “There aren't many OOWF originals left. I’ve held the tag titles with Moose, and I’ve held the tag titles with Outback - Might be nice to add another one to the set someday.”
CTG: “Interesting idea…Captain Fear.”
LDW: <Glaring> “Jerk.”
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:50:31 GMT -5
(Tytan and Diana are sitting alone for the time being on the flight. Firewoman is asleep and Eco is who knows where?)
Tytan: (Looks over to Firewoman asleep then looks to Diana) What do you think she is going to do when she finds out what Eco has been doing to her?
Diana: There will be hell to pay.
Tytan: I know and I have been on the other side of that Wrath and it isn't pretty.
Diana: You know if we do this she still has something to settle with you.
Tytan: I know and when that time comes I will be waiting. I deserve what will be coming to me.
Diana: What do you mean?
Tytan: I freed the OOWF from the Devil and then was responsible for bringing him back. So, yes I know Firewoman has to do what she has to do and I accept it.
But what he is doing to her, I can change that.
Diana: You mean we can change that.
(Tytan smiles)
Tytan: I am glad I do have someone that has my back.
Diana: So then we do this then....exactly what we talked about.
Tytan: Until the end.
Diana: Until the end.
(Just then Eco returns and sits down next to the two as the shake hands.)
Eco: What are you guys talking about?
Diana: Nothing.
Tytan: Nothing just some new supplements Diana wants me to try.
Diana: Exactly, just supplements.
(Eco senses that something isn't right but quickly changes his mind.)
Eco: Okay then.
(He picks up a magazine and starts to read it.)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:51:09 GMT -5
Davin Moreland is SITTING~ with J-P Sparxx WATCHING~ some film on their upcoming opponents this week.
DM: I'm sorry, J-P, we just don't have enough tape on this guy.
JPS: No prob, yo.
There's a knock on the door.
DM: Can you get that J-P?
JPS: Sure thing boss.
Sparxx gets up and answers the door. It's Kai on the other side.
JPS: Yo Davin, it's one of the pineapple brothers. Which one are you, I can't tell you apart?
K: Kai, brah.
DM: Come on in, Kai.
Kai enters and sits ona chair near Davin.
DM: So what brings you to my abode?
K: I...
DM: Is the ninth letter of the alphabet, go on.
K: I want your help.
DM: Look, Kai, I like you guys, but I'm not about to get dragged down into a feud with Moosehead Jack. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it.
Just then, a woman with a clipboard walks in from back.
WwC: Mr. Moreland, your seasonal kitchen brawl with Moosehead Jack is scheduled for...
DM: NOT NOW!
The woman turns on her heel and walks away.
JPS: Yo, dawg, who was she?
DM: My promo planner, as I was saying, I just can't...
K: It's not about Moosehead Jack.
DM: Oh, well, um, need advice about the ladies or something? Tryin' to impress Noelani?
K: Well yes, but not for that reason brah.
DM: Okay, what's up?
K: I want to do well in my singles match.
DM: Really? I thought you two didn't care about that?
K: We don't. Not really. But I know Aina and Noelani think I can't do it.
JPS: They think you're the weak link. Not cool dawg.
DM: J-P, go find Jewel or something.
Sparxx gets up and leaves without a word, which is very unlike him.
DM: So, Kai, you want my help to do well in your singles match... who are you facing?
K: Eric O'Mac.
DM: I hate that guy. I think. I can never keep up anymore. Anyway, who do you face if you win?
K: Alex Darling or Niles Anderson.
Mr. Anderson's head pops in from around the corner.
MrA: ANDERSON!!!!
Davin throws his remote at Mr. Anderson who quickly disappears.
DM: So, you could face that douche Darling after Eric. I'll tell ya what. Let me gather some tapes up and I'll have them sent to your locker room.
K: I don't want Aina or Noelani to know I came to you.
Davin grins and points to the cameras.
DM: Smile, you're on Ninjacam. Hope they're not watching.
Kai gets visibly angry at the cameras.
DM: Relax, I'll make it look like a porn package or something.
Kai charges the cameraman.
K: Gimme that camera brah!
Kai smashes the camera on the floor
DM: Kai smash! I like it! Cock-a-doodle-doo mother fucker!
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:51:46 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the back running his fingers over a piece of barbed wire muttering something to himself. He stops and after a moment looks up at the camera>
MHJ: So. Rick in all his wisdom decided that my punishment for making him look like the bumbling idiot he is was to give me the 32nd seed and face Matt Folz in the first round. Bí cúramach cad a dhéanann tú, nach bhfuil an diabhal mar a bheidh toyed le
So Matt Folz. The mercenary. The hired gun. Only........you don't bring that up much anymore do you? No, you cast your lot with.....<smirking>......well we all know who you sold out to this time. Folz, face it, you sold out. Now I know, you are going to react with mock indignation on hearing this from me. But when have I ever pretended to be something I am not? I have told everyone from day one what I was about. If you don't realize that......like those idiot Key West fans didn't, that is your fault.
But you? You came to the OOWF and tried to make a name for yourself by whoring yourself out to the highest bidder. And for a bit......it worked. You were one of the most feared men in the company. You were feared for your in ring ability and your unpredictably. But now? Now you are nothing more than a puppet doing the bidding the the man with the cash. First it was protecting his family, now it is serving as his lap dog. You think it was an accident that he targeted you to be on his side? Stupid Folz. With you on his side, that is one obstacle he doesn't have to overcome on his quest to gain the spotlight, all for himself, once again.
And Folz, don't think I have forgotten what you did to Fulton. You claimed you were in it for the long haul. You claimed your goal was to win the tag titles. The first time you failed? You cut an ran. That makes you either a coward, a liar, or both. Stan doesn't need me to get his revenge for him, but I certainly won't mind putting a few more knots on your head, and who knows, maybe this time, the scalpel cuts just a little deeper. See you at Mayhem Folz.........if not sooner.
Trust me
<Moose goes back to the piece of wire ignoring the camera>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:52:11 GMT -5
The camera comes on and is apparently peeking around a corner, as it catches Psykle with his back to us talking on his cell phone with someone.
Psykle: OK...yea...that makes sense...Ah, of course, you're right, that would have been a better way to handle it...uh huh...right...OK. Thanks, that should help.
Could this be the mysterious mentor that Psykle is talking to?
Psykle: So what about this guy? J-P Sparxx? What do you know about him?
It must be the mentor. Psykle is obviously asking for advice.
Psykle: So he's basically a white trash Rey Mysterio? ... Oh, so a bunch of flippy crap and flash with no substance then. Got it. So, suggested method of domination?
Psykle turns around and spots the camera.
Psykle: Hold on a second, someone's not where they are supposed to be. I'll call you back.
Psykle puts his phone away, takes a deep breath, and charges at the camera.
Psykle: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?!? EVER HEARD OF PRIVACY YOU PIECE OF CRAP?!?
The camera drops to the ground and we see Psykle grab the cameraman. Psykle begins to tear in to the cameraman, beating him down with punches and kicks.
Psykle: PRIVACY! LEARN IT! LIVE IT! RESPECT IT!
Psykle throws the cameraman down the hallway into a soda machine, takes a deep breath, takes out his cellphone and dials someone.
Psykle: Sorry about that...Really? You'll be there? Nice. Drinks after the match?
Psykle walks off as the camera sparks and goes out.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:52:44 GMT -5
*Outback Jack is being interviewed by Scheme Gene, who is somehow not dead*
OBJ: Alexis, it won't be personal, but I've got an agenda. That's all I've got to say.
SG: But what about...
*OBJ kills Scheme Gene with a Chomp! SG might actually be dead!!!*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:53:13 GMT -5
The fans are watching an OOWF pre-show card with some of the local talent and some of the enhancement PHWF talent when “THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE” booms over the sound system and the fans here go nuts as Trapt’s “Headstrong” begins to play. The one and only Alexander Darling steps out from the back in one of his trademark t-shirts, couple hundred dollar pair of jeans and styled hair. He makes his way down to the ring and slaps the hands fans as he gets down and grabs the microphone from the ring announcer. He slides under the bottom rope as the song and applause dies down before taking his normal perch on top of one of the turnbuckles.
Alexander: This week is the annual OOWF Invitational but for the first time ever, the winner will not be granted any vague promises or guaranteed title shots…no, the winner of the 2011 OOWF Invitational will become the new OOWF World Heavyweight Champion.
The crowd cheers for this…
I know, right…that’s huge news. 5 wins to become the champ. 5 wins to become the man in this company. 5 wins to accomplish what so few have. 5 wins to accomplish something I’ve done twice now. And yet the last time I climbed that mountain, it was stolen not even minutes later.
A big round of boos from that…
I really feel no need to discuss what happened to me at Dance of Death. We can all draw our own conclusions as to why Moose felt the need then and there to do what he did. If you happen to come to the conclusion of jealousy, you wouldn’t be alone but that’s not why I’m here. No, I’m here to talk about destiny; to talk about fate.
A lot of wrestlers will talk about how this is their destiny now. That this is their time to climb the mountain; to become the OOWF World Champion. And 1 of them will be right. It could be someone who’s done it before or someone grabbing the brass ring for a new era of the OOWF. Truthfully, I don’t care…
The crowd hushes not knowing where this is going…
Fate…such a tricky word. Does it mean your life is predestined. That you have no control over what is to happen. That we’re all just going through the motions until the next major event. Or do we all have free will. Can we choose our own destiny. Make our own fate. Fate would say that this company is dying. That the OOWF has a cancer within and day-by-day we’re all just waiting to succumb to it. Ecosystem, Junichiro Muyo…we have our very short history together. You like to be a savior and claim you’re doing it for your fellow man. We both know how big a lie that is. You’re selfish Muyo and we both know it.
You walk around with Tytan and…*deep breath* Firewoman and claim that they walk side-by-side with you when everyone knows you lead them around like sheep. That this is YOUR fate or what you like to call your fate; your destiny. I’m tired of your fate Junichiro. I heard something once…Fate has a way of putting in front of us that which we most try to leave behind. Juni, I’m in front of you now…your fate goes through me. I won’t allow my company, MY HOME to fall to you. The OOWF title will be there when I want it again. But until that day comes…it’s me and you Juni.
The crowd goes nuts for this challenge…
Name the time, name the place and we’ll finish this once and for all Muyo. No more playing the martyr. No more playing a savior. I will get the truth out of you and you will crawl back into the hole you should be in. Because I am Alexander Darling, and well, you’re just an imposter.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:53:42 GMT -5
Dynamite Danny Taylor is sitting in the Destroyatorium watching the food network. DVD walks in and heads over to him, he sees the TV and turns it off. Danny looks up at him and shoots a "what the heck bro" look. DVD shakes his head and lays down a file in front of DDT. Danny opens it and sees a photo of Bryce Larson. Danny shoots DVD a questioning look.
DVD (sighs): Look I know you are dedicated to the tag team with OBJ, but this is a chance for the world title. That is huge. We can't take it lightly. Every match you can win puts you one step closer to the top spot.
Danny nods, then points at Larson's photo and gives a thumbs up.
DVD: Why are you taking Larson so lightly?
Danny shakes his head no, and then makes the sign language signal for the letter E.
DVD: Yeah, I get it no Eric, but why do you think that makes Larson less dangerous?
Danny rubs on his knuckles. At this DVD just starts laughing.
DVD: You think just because Eric isn't there, that this will be a clean match.
Danny nods in agreement.
DVD: You are wrong. Larson is a man who hospitalised Evans in a cage match, he's a man who his a spike in his boot and tried to brain people. Larson is just as crafty as Eric. His short alliance with Darling didn't change who he was at heart. If you take him lightly, You will lose.
Danny seems a little embarrassed at hearing this.
DVD: So now we take this serious (he motions to the file) Study that, and I'm going to see if DH has any of Unforgiven's work out sessions on film.
With that DVD heads out as Danny dives into the file.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:54:07 GMT -5
The ninja cam catching Matt Folz in his locker room, wearing a Green Bay Packers Superbowl Champions shirt and matching hat, packaging up a similar combo for someone. Turning towards a stagehand and handing him the package.
MF: Go to the GFY locker room, give this to Chris Evans. Give him this message: "These won't be in stores for at least a few days yet, consider them a gift. Go Pack Go"
The stagehand nods and leaves, as the newly returned Hayden Panettiere smiles.
HP: If they won't be in stores for a few days, how did YOU get them already?
MF (Smiles): I have connections, lets just leave it at that. Come on, let's take a walk blondie. You with the ninja cam, you too.
The Ninja cam follows Folz and Hayden outside.
HP: Not that I'm complaining, but what's with doing a promo out here while taking a walk?
MF: 3 reasons. 1. I thought you might want some fresh air after a long flight from Dallas to here. By the way, I'm glad to see you're recovered after that attack last week.
HP: Thank you.
MF: Second reason is I was accused in OOWF chat last week of never varying my promos, always doing them from the same location. Thought I'd switch it up a bit.
HP: And the 3rd?
MF: 3rd what?
HP: You said there were 3 reasons.
MF (sighing): I ate roughly my entire body weights worth of Barbecued Chicken Wings yesterday, I need to move around a bit.
Hayden just laughs.
MF(smiling): Shut up
HP: Sorry, So you said you wanted to promo?
MF: First, Moose, I'm NOT going to react with some mock indignation because you're right. I did in fact 'sell out'. I didn't use to care about alliances, and used to just attack whoever the highest bidder said to. You know that almost better than anyone, hell, I've worked for you AND against you. And now, yes I do work WITH, not for, Alexander Darling.
Where you're wrong though is what you said about my partnership with Stan. I fought for him, I wanted him to be part of Unforgiven, that wasn't my call. And I still continued training with him even after, hell, I even spent money getting him a VIKINGS jersey for his birthday. Now, for whatever reason, you have him convinced I turned my back on him. And if you need to use that for some motivation on Wednesday, so be it. You know what I'll be motivated by? Defending last years invitational win. I know you're going to everything in your power, whether legal or illegal, to win the match on Wednesday. You'll look to rip this injured arm right off me and beat me with it, I'd expect nothing less, and if you beat me, you beat me, I won't make excuses and I'll shake your hand. But please don't make the mistake of looking past me or underestimating me.
HP: You want to respond to Davin Moreland's latest comment about you during this week's lame edition of OOWF insomnia, aka the Fraud List?
MF: He's a fucking moron.
HP: That's it?
MF: I'm getting sick of this, responding to his idiocy every week. So let me tell him right here and now: After the invitational, I'm challenging you to a one on one match. The stipulations? Up to you. You can have any type of match you want, you can pick where, you can pick when, you can pick the referee, you can have anything you want. I don't care. Let me repeat: YOU CAN HAVE ANY TYPE OF MATCH YOU WANT. I don't want you to have any excuses when I finally whip your ass one on one. Now, I'm sure you'll watch this and laugh. You'll cut a promo and say I'm beneath you, I'm not worthy of your time, you don't wrestle curtain jerkers, blah blah blah. But let me ask you this, would the highest deorated champion in history really duck a challenge? I actually look forward to your response.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:54:35 GMT -5
As Alexander F. Darling heads to the back after his promo, "Let It Rock" starts to play. J-P Sparxx comes out and as he passes by Darling, he tosses him a tomato can. Darling glares at J-P as he passes by, but heads to the back as J-P and Jewel strut to the ring. J-P sits on the rope, allowing Jewel to copy Velvet Sky's entrance.
J-PS: So da tomato can don't care 'bout the tournament. Jewel baby, guess who has two thumbs and does care?
Jewel shrugs. J-P uses his thumbs to point to himself.
J-PS: This guy!
J-P laughs with Jewel as the crowd boos the awful, awful joke.
J-PS: So, my first opponent dis tournament thingie is sum guy named Psykle. I don't know much 'bout dis dude, other than he can't spell. Now, I ain't Mr. English, but I can spell some things. So, Mr. Psykle Cell Anemia, you're supposed to spell your name S-I-C-K-L-E. KnowwhatI'msayin'?
Jewel: Um, baby?
J-PS: Yeah baby?
Jewel: You misspelled your last name.
J-P scratches his head.
J-PS: It's ma last name bitch!
Jewel: Who yoo callin' a bitch?!?!?
J-PS: Sorry baby, got caught up in da moment.
J-P shrugs at Jewel. She looks pissed off, puts her hand on her hip, then smiles. They kiss. Fans boo.
J-PS: Now, see what ya did, Sicko? Ya made me fight with ma girl...although, make up sex IS da best sex, knowwhatI'msayin'? So, dat bein' said, I'ma go to da back wit ma gurl. You've been warned, son. The Spark is gonna git'cha. And he gon' move on. KnowwhatI'msayin'?
J-P is about to leave, but he stops to watch Jewel's ass as she climbs over the second rope. He then looks back to the camera with the mic.
J-PS: Dayum. Oh, by da way. Belch Boy? You or dad fine ass Alexis? Yo next foo, knowwhatI'msayin'?
J-P tosses the mic and flips over the top rope. He and Jewel put their arms around each others' waists as they strut to the back.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 14:55:16 GMT -5
Firewoman is WORKING OUT~! having commandeered the work out room. Ecosystem's OOWF Security is basically keeping everyone out. It is chest, shoulders, and triceps day, and there is lots of loud music playing. Ecosystem comes in and looks pleased and concerned at the same time. Fire sees him after a set and stops, grabbing a towel and water bottle.
FW: Sensei.
Eco: Fire....careful...you don't want to overdo it.
FW: This is the best I've felt since.....the "incident."
Eco: Good, I'm glad to hear it.
FW: Wanna work in?
Eco: No, no....that's not my thing really.
FW: Your loss.
Eco: I wanted to ask you...what you have planned for our match tomorrow night.
FW: Oh? I guess just go out and put on a hell of a show. You and I could probably tear the place down.
Eco: Yes, we could...but I was thinking...
FW: Yeah?
Eco: Well...if I truly want to save OOWF...no one listens to you if you don't have gold. And the tournament is for the World Championship.
FW: So?
Eco: So......I should advance.
FW: Then you should probably rethink your stance about 'not working out.'
Eco: I don't think you catch my meaning here, Fire.
FW: ...
Eco: ...
FW: You can't be serious.
Eco: You know, you've been fairly resistant to my last few requests. This would be a good way to make sure I got to the top for the gold, and then also reassure me you're still committed to me...I mean, my mission.
FW: I don't take dives, Juni.
Eco: "Juni"
FW: Sensei Juni.
Eco: Really...you'll kidnap and torture people you say you love, but THAT is where you'll draw the line.
FW: ....
Eco: ....
Firewoman looks down, and an odd look passes over her. She seems to be struggling a bit, but then sighs and looks up.
FW: I had not thought of it that way. Of....of course....if that is what you think would be best to ... save the OOWF.
Ecosystem looks at her seriously, and then breaks out in a laugh.
Eco: I'm KIDDING~! Wow, you thought I was serious? I would never ask that of you.
FW: Oh....
Eco: That's hilarious...I'm so sorry, I thought you knew I was joking. Really, Lisa, I wouldn't ask for that. I mean, at the very least it'd damage my credibility as a champion.
FW: Right...I see.....
Ecosystem gets up and walks away, still amused. Fire nods and goes back to laying on the bench with the weights over her, when Ecosystem looks down at her.
Eco: Of course, if you did that out of the goodness of your own heart, and because you believe that's the best course, who am I to judge, right?
Ecosystem smiles and walks away, still laughing. Firewoman scowls and begins her next set.
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