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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:31:37 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From New Amsterdam, Guyana
OOWF Invitational Round 3[/u]
Corax Bracket Finals (1)Matt Folz vs. (25)J-P Sparxx
Semaj B Bracket Finals (4)Stank vs. (28)Niles Anderson
Spin Hansen Bracket Finals (2)Stan Fulton vs. (7)The President
Brad Smoley Bracket Finals (3)Chris Evans vs. (22)Davin Moreland
Best Of Seven Series For a Shot at the OOWF World Tag Team Titles– Match 1 The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Texpress
No Disqualification Match[/u] Trinity vs. Alexander Darling, Alexis Darling & LD Williams
Drink & Destroy vs. Brass Knuckle Kings Darius Prentiss vs. DH Magnusson Moosehead Jack vs. Psykle
Card subject to stuff
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:32:21 GMT -5
Cut to Chris Evans walking back to his locker room, seeing a note on the door.
"Next week, You're up against a guy who's done NOTHING but insult you for the past few weeks under the guise of 'leadership'. In terms of talent, you're better than him. KICK HIS FUCKING ASS, See you hopefully in the finals. MF"
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:32:48 GMT -5
*Darling Tent*
Alexander Darling is sitting on a make-shift futon in his tent and he's watching the rest of Mayhem. He's got a brick in his hands. Sydney and Alexis walk in...
Alexis: We're just going to meet up with Mags in catering. Wanna join?
Sydney: Yes, he mentioned something about pizza rolls and me never having had them and hell. It was very confusing but I do not feel like annoying the man tonight. He seems to be in a bad mood.
Alexander is only kinda half paying attention...
Alexis: Brother dear...what is that?
Alexander: The foundation my dear sister. It's crumbling. Brick by brick and I have mine.
Sydney: Be that as it may, are you coming?
Alexander: Sounds good. I need to talk to Mags about something anyway...
Alexander gets off the couch and follows Syd and Alexis out of the tent while still carrying the brick before turning back and looking at the camera one last time...
A tree cannot stand without roots Junichiro. Bricks are the foundation of buildings. Eco...I hold your foundation in my hand. If you are truly about saving this company, saving yourself...saving others...come to me. Let ME save you before the rest of your building crumbles.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:33:21 GMT -5
*After his tremendous victory over LD Williams, Davin Moreland wanders past GM the Rick's Office and checks out the lineup. He sees this*
Brad Smoley Bracket Finals (3)Chris Evans vs. (22)Davin Moreland
DM: Hmm...
*Moonbeam catches up to him*
SFJ420: Dude, what is it?
DM: Evans. The Greatest of All Time is up against Chris "Sean Waltman John Fucking Horseface Elway" Evans next week.
SFJ420: What are you gonna do, man?
DM: What all the great ones do, kiddo. Make the Final Four. I guess I earned myself a little in-tournament bye week.
*They head off to Ric's*
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:33:49 GMT -5
Chief Katajahime's Shaman Medical Tent
There is much noise floating around in the frequently visited tent. The local shaman, Chief Katajahime, is making the rounds to be sure his visitors are being attended to properly: correct placement of leeches, correct dosage of herbs, enough needles for acupuncture, that sort of thing. An even bigger din grows outside the tent, becoming louder and louder until finally a number of people rush in carrying The President on a fiber-spun stretcher.
Katajahime (In Surinamese? Surinamian?): Over there.
The people oblige and lay The President down in an occupied part of the tent. Most leave but a single woman continues to sit by his side, counting something in her hands. After a few minutes, the Chief heads over to the two.
Katajahime (Translated): What is wrong with the white man?
Lady (Translated): He hit his head real hard I think.
Katajahime nods and looks over The President, who is half-awake, eyelids dropped but not fully closed. The President turns a bit to look at the lady.
President: Edith, what do they want now? Tell them to go away. Bastards don't want to be in the League, bastards want to ruin everything I try to do, now they want to hassle me on my sickbed. Feed them nice words and send them off Edith.
Katajahime (Translated): What is he saying?
Lady (Translated): I don't know. English. But he keeps calling me Edith and wouldn't talk to anyone else so the people he worked for paid me to see he got better.
Katajahime (Translated): Hm. Well I'll just give him the regular acu-treatment and see how he feels in the morning after some sleep.
The Chief waves over his assistant, who brings with her a basket full of needles. Katajahime gets to work.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:34:19 GMT -5
Evans is shown watching Davin’s promo.
Evans: So that’s how it is? You think I’m just gonna roll over and let you pin me? You think that’s how it’s gonna be, huh, Davin? That I’m just some pushover?
Well, I hate to disappoint you, Davin, but I don’t intend to make the same mistake twice. I laid down for you once to get what you wanted; I don’t intend to lay down for you again.
With all the disrespect you’ve shown me thus far, people are asking me why I haven’t caved your fucking skull in by now. Normally, they’d be right, but the fact of the matter is, I still do respect what you’ve done for the business. You’re one of the select few around here that I still do hold respect for.
But just because I respect you, and because the two of us are on the same page and have the same agenda, don’t think that means anything in this tournament. You keep pushing me and pushing me, hoping to get that old Lionheart back. Well, be careful what you wish for.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:34:53 GMT -5
D.H. Magnusson is WALKING~! towards the catering tent, still in his ring gear, chain wrapped around his left arm and hand.
Androgynous Male Journalist #14: DH! DH! With your run in the Invitational stopped at the hands of The President, what are your plans? Do you feel you let your fans down? Do you feel you let the memory of your former part-
DHM turns on his heel, staring daggers at the AMJ for a moment, cutting his words off silently.
AMJ14: ....DH, do you have any....
CRACK! [/i]
DHM cuts off the AMJ again, this time not with a stare, but with the Thundercrack headbutt. The AMJ drops to the ground, his face blossoming red with the spray of blood from an obviously broken nose. DHM stands over him a moment, staring, before wordlessly turning around and stalking off.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:35:21 GMT -5
*Davin and Moonbeam are packing for beautiful Guyana. They have OOWF-TV on in the background, because God knows they don't have real TV in Suriname. They stop when Chris Evans' promo comes on. A slow and easy smile comes over Davin's face*
SFJ420: What?
DM: What?
SFJ420: What's so funny? Why are you smiling, man? I didn't think it was, like, that funny or whatever.
DM: Funny? No. Not traditionally funny, anyway. Looks like ol' Evans is trying to make his balls drop in time for this Wednesday. All the better. It will be nice if he fucking shows up.
SFJ420: I thought you said-
DM: How long have you been working with me?
SFJ420: 4 years?
DM: Right. And in ALL the time you've known me, when have you ever-
SFJ420: Ohh, I see. Bye week. Got it, man.
DM: I have no idea where he gets this respect bullshit from. He respects FuckThatGuy. And me. I don't know how I fucking feel about that. I know he didn't get that from me.
SFJ420: Well, you did say that about LD this week.
DM: LD's a Grand Slam Champion. Chris Evans biggest claim to fame at this point is that he's been associated with me through GFY.
SFJ420: He threatened to cave your skull, man.
DM: He did. Evans, I'll say this once. This is your big chance. This is your big fucking moment. This puts the Larson shit to shame. You beat the GOAT, that goes right on the ol' resume. I beat you, no one gives a shit. I'm supposed to beat you. The pressure's on me. You're supposed to lose. No pressure for that. But you need to know this. If you threaten me again, I will take that as IF it were an attack on me. And the consequences...well...just ask around...ask most everyone here in the locker room about that. See what they tell you. And if...by some miracle...you lose your senses completely and actually attack me?
DM: Well. Make sure I'm not getting up anytime soon. Because I won't be held responsible by you, by OOWF, or by anyone for my actions. Evans, you've come a long way with me in GFY, but other times...I don't know what the fuck you're doing. Neither do you. You've got your chance to find yourself some clarity.
DM: Maybe you should watch some tape instead of running your mouth, tough guy. But I'm not holding out much hope. The pressure will get to you, and you'll fuck up. Again. Like you've done so often. But good luck.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:35:49 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is having a celebratory Colt .45 with his girl Jewel as a SFJ comes up to him.
SFJ: Congratulations J-P, you're in the Elite Eight.
Jewel: Don't git any closer, bitch.
J-PS: The Spark wins again peoples. I'm three away from da big belt around this fabulous waist.
Jewel lifts J-P's shirt up to show his million dollar abs. She rubs them for good luck or something.
J-PS: Dingo Dave couldn't handle The Spark, knowhatI'msayin'? Now, it's on ta da numba one seed, and numba one foo, Matt Folz. How's ya arm ya big ass dummy? I got'cha once, and The Spark is gon' git'cha again, knowwhatI'msayin'? Dis is just a preview of what I'ma do to ya when I git ma shot at your gold, son, knowwhatI'msayin'? Ya ass and yo belt are mine, bitch.
SFJ: Thanks J-P.
J-PS: Ya welcome shortie.
SFJ: Any thoughts on your GFY partners facing off this week?
J-PS: Ya know, Davin's da man and I've had my problems with Pussyheart... But dis is good, ya knowwhatI'msayin'?
SFJ: Um, no. I don't. Why is this good. Davin Moreland has been quite derogatory to Chris Evans.
J-PS: He's been what?
SFJ: Derogatory.
J-PS: Wuz'at?
SFJ: Um, very negative?
J-PS: Ah, I feel ya. I don't care about dat. Pussyheart gits his feelin's hurt. Big whoop. Suck it up son, be a man, knowhatI'msayin'? You got wut is takes ta take down the Main Man? Do it son, knowwhatI'msayin'? Either way, dat puts TWO GFY'ers in the Fina Fo. And you know what dat means?
SFJ: What's it mean?
J-PS: Dat means that GFY has a 50% chance of winnin' the World Title. Yeah, I can do maths. So da rest a da OOWF should be on alert. GFY is gonna git'cha, knowhatI'msayin'?
Jewel: Baby, I finished da rest a da Colt .45.
J-PS: Din we gon' find sum mo. KnowwhatI'msayin'? Deuces.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:36:21 GMT -5
Things are dismal in the Trinity tent area. With no locker room to trash, Firewoman is pacing over her loss to Folz... again. She tried trashing her tent but there's not the satisfying crash of wood and glass against canvas tent walls.
Tyt: Seriously, go ... hit something.
FW: You're the only thing I see here. You want to continue to encourage that?
Tyt: No way. We got a good relationship going here, right?
FW: *sigh* Right.
Ecosystem comes in, less than pleased, and he has Mario? SuperMario? Whatever... with him. He glares at Firewoman who too busy pacing to notice.
Eco: Well, that evening could have gone better for us. Lisa, will you please sit down.
FW: *not sitting down* Do you REALLY think I'm only half-loyal to you?
Eco: What?
FW: Your "conversation" with Lucky. Which, by the way, much like my locker room, touching my valet is kind of a thing...
Eco: First of all, he's not your valet anymore. Secondly, yeah, after you cost that match with Alexander? Yeah, I'm questioning your loyalty.
FW: I didn't...I just hyperfocused on it for a bit. It's a side effect of...
Eco: Let's ask. Diana is that true?
DP: *hesitating for a minute* Yes....yes, it CAN be. Especially with underlying PTSD and personality disorders here that--
Eco: She does NOT have a personality disorder, or PTSD. I cured her...right, Lisa?
FW: Yes....of course, Sensei. It's just that...after all I have done for you....I've turned my back on my own blood for you...how can you question my loyalty?
Fire looks at him, almost pleading with her eyes for acceptance. Ecosystem continues to look at her sternly, but then relaxes as he reaches out and caresses her cheek.
Eco: Of course......I'm sorry, Lisa....it's just.....look, I have an idea, that might make us all more comfortable with this going forward.
FW: Good, because I do to...I think I can manage to--
She is interrupted by SuperMario shoving papers in front of her.
FW: What's this?
SM: Papers...Itsa good papers!
Fire reads them as Ecosystem studies them carefully, and as Tytan looks on, a bit confused.
FW: What the fuck is this?
Eco: Freedom, Lisa. What you've always wanted and needed.
Fire hands them over to Tytan, who looks at them and then looks at Ecosystem, incredulous.
Tyt: You can't be serious.
FW: I'm not signing those.
Eco: Why not? I mean, I doubt he'd contest it, what with his new body art that you provided him with, and let's not forget his old girlfriend at his side.
The moment is very tense.
Tyt: Fire...why don't....why don't you think about it....and tell us what your idea was?
FW: Um...well, it wasn't that. But I'm glad SuperMario is here, because he can back me up on this.
SM: Itsa what I do!
FW: Right...so...the question is...why has Tytan not been prosecuted for double homicide?
Eco: Uh...because we're alive?
FW: Oh...yeah...well, I mean.....attempted murder? Aggravated assault?
Eco: Because....
FW: Because, there are no cooperating victims. No cooperative prosecuting witnesses. Tytan and I aren't going to press charges, so the DA in wherever all that happened isn't going to bother, right? Unless.....
Tyt: *following her lead* Unless election season comes around, and they want to gain votes by 'cleaning up the industry' and bringing those evil wrestlers to justice.
Eco: So?
SM: So, they coulda filed da charges without youse guys.
FW: Right. They have video evidence all over the place, and we can't do anything about that, but one thing they would also need would be....Tytan's shovel. At least for your assault, Sensei.
Tyt: Yeah...if we get rid of that....
Eco: Good luck with that. Gryphon has it, and no one knows where he is.
FW: I'm going to get it for you.
Tytan looks at Fire, surprised. Ecosystem is intrigued however.
Eco: How are you going to do that?
FW: You know as well as I do...I have ... ways. Please, Sensei....let me prove my loyalty to you so you don't have any reason to question it anymore. Let me get that and bring it here so we can... I don't know, destroy it? Put it over the mantle? Whatever. Just so it doesn't get in the way of everything Trinity deserves. Everything YOU deserve.
Ecosystem sits back in his chair, thinking for a bit. Fire looks at him expectantly.
Eco: Okay.
Fire practically knocks him over, hugging him in her excitement.
Eco: But be CAREFUL. I don't want you associating with any of our...mutual friends... unless you have to.
FW: I promise Sensei.
Eco: Fine...now about these.....*he points to the papers*
FW: You said he could join--
Eco: That was before. You need to choose, Fire. You can't have it both ways.
FW: I...I'll think about it, Sensei.
Eco: Good, I know you'll make the right choice...I'm going to go pack before we have to go.
Ecosystem walks off. Tytan looks at Fire, smiling.
Tyt: Nicely done.
FW: Thank you.
Tyt: How are you going to--
FW: I'll figure it out. Sensei shouldn't be denied what he deserves.
*FADE*
(edited b/c i didn't like the wording at the end.)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:37:09 GMT -5
Stank - Thank GOD there is a hotel.
Erlana - Several in fact, but most of them are booked. Fortunately we were able to book you all rooms at the Little Rock Suites.
Stank - Let me guess... 2 star hotel.
Erlana - Three.
Stank - It'll do.
Erlana - Uh... and by all of you having rooms I mean all of you will have a bed. Most of you will have to share a room.
Stank - Fine. Moose and I will take a room.
Erlana - Did I say "share a room"? I meant a bed.
Stank - What?
Erlana - Two double beds in 17 rooms.
Stank - You're actually suggesting we share beds???
Erlana - Uh... You don't HAVE to. You can sleep on the floor.
Stank - A song comes to mind.
Erlana - Really?
Stank - It's by an artist named Cee Lo. You heard of him?
Erlana - I know where you're going with that and I get it. But it was the best we could do.
*Stank begins to snap his fingers and belt out a tune... lyrics altered to fit the situation.*
Stank - You say I have to share a bed with ole Moosehead and i’m like, FUCK you! 0o, oo, ooo.
I guess the change in TheRick's pocket wasn’t enough i’m like, FUCK you! And FUCK him too! oo, oo,
Erlana - Alright! Geez! You can try and book a room for yourself somewhere else you know? I'm just saying we have rooms avail-.
Stank - FUCK you and FUCK Rick, too!
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:37:33 GMT -5
Village outskirts of Zanderij, Suriname
An air of excitement fills the air amongst the huts, tents, and other crude buildings of the small village just outside of Zanderij. Ever since waking up this morning, the strange white man - The President - has been an unstoppable, 100% focused driven machine. After locating a translator inside the city proper, The President returned to the village and spent the day talking with each and every villager: making small talk, offering them cigars from his seemingly inexhaustible supply, and in general creating a slow-building aura of energy throughout the village. He also makes a point to let them all know he would be leaving in the evening, but before he does so he will have words for them all. But he is never out of sight; he spends the entire day speaking with the villagers and enlivening the village with his formidable presence. Night begins to fall as the village gathers for a communal feast in honor of The President: pom, pastei, dhal, and plenty of roti for all. Near the end of the feast, a bus rolls up to the gathering. The President gets up and piles all his belongings near it. A hush falls over the collected villagers as The President turns around, putting a large corn-cob pipe in his mouth. He gives them all a look, giving time for the English-speaking translator to hurriedly finish his food and rush to The President's side, then takes the pipe out.
President: I can not say enough about the hospitality I've received here. Each and every one of you are salt of the earth down-home good people and I will remember my time here fondly. But it is time for me to march on and meet my destiny. He points to the west with his pipe. The Crusher is waiting over yonder. Confident in his strength, secure in his might. He must be vanquished, for my destiny, my ultimate victory which will secure freedom for all, lies beyond him. I will be counting on the support of each and every one of you to help carry me to that victory.
He places the pipe back in his mouth and takes a puff, steely eyed as he glances over the crowd. He takes the pipe out again and resumes.
President: Defeating the Crusher will be no easy task. It will take every ounce of ingenuity, of skill, and of spirit to topple the beast. That is why your support is so critical. When we went "Over There", the task seemed impassable. A grinding bloody slog that may never yield any results. Yet we won out. When the claws of Nazi Germany were wrapping themselves around the free world, we did not hesitate. Jerry was inhumanly strong, like the Crusher. Jerry seemed to be an immovable, indomitable force just like the Crusher. But WE! WON! OUT! Through focus on purpose. Through ingenuity and engineering. Through stubbornness and perseverance. But most importantly of all, because the people did not waver. The people stood up and threw their support behind their boys on the front. I will need that same energy and fervor to topple the Crusher. I now call upon your supreme effort that the enemy may know from the temper of an aroused and outraged people within that he has a force there to contend with, no less violent than is the force committed from without.
Rally to me. Let the indomitable spirit of Bataan and Corregidor lead on. As the line of battle rolls forward to bring me within the zone of operations, rise and strike. Strike at every favorable opportunity. For your homes and hearths, strike! For future generations of your sons and daughters, strike! In the name of your sacred dead, strike! Let no heart be faint. Let every arm be steeled. The guidance of divine God points the way. Follow me in His Name to the Holy Grail of righteous victory!
He removes his pipe and raises it high in the air. A moment after the translator finishes, a roar erupts from the collected villagers and they begin cheering and yelling. Nodding, grim and satisfied, The President puts his pipe back in his mouth and begins loading his stuff onto the bus. As he does so, all of the villagers head his way and begin filing onto the bus themselves. Blinking, caught off-guard at their behavior, The President takes in the scene for a few moments before a wide grin spreads on his face. He turns to the translator, removes his pipe, and motions to the people.
President: Better get some more buses. We're headed for Guyana.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:38:01 GMT -5
(Tytan in the locker room it is trashed.)
Tytan: They don't fear me any more. I have not been taking seriously and I am on a loosing streak. I need it back....I need the source of what made them fear me....I need to be respected....hell I lost to Cubbie.(Laughs) I need to be feared like I was before...when I was the killer....I need to find it....
I need to find Crete and take back what is mine...
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:38:29 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 is standing by with L.D. Williams.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., you’re coming off a tough loss this week-”
LDW: “I wouldn’t call it that.”
SFJ#47: “But you were eliminated from the invitational tournament.”
LDW: “I lost to Davin Moreland. He may be a raging asshole, but Davin is one of the best in the world. Losing to him, cleanly or otherwise, isn’t exactly something to be ashamed of. Besides, this week - Trinity.”
SFJ#47: “You’ll be teaming with Alexander and Alexis Darling.”
LDW: “The Darlings. Siblings. Family. I imagine they’ll be on the same page. And me? We all know my record as a team player. I don’t think we’ll have any trouble working together. Trinity, on the other hand…Eco and Tytan. Tytan and Fire. Fire and Eco. Round and round we go, and ain’t nobody getting along.”
SFJ#47: “Speaking of Firewoman, any reservations about facing her?”
LDW: “Fire was, and is, family to me. That said, I’ll do what I have to in the ring - like I always do. But I’m not gonna lie - I’m much more interested in the other two. Tytan. Junichiro. Let’s make this simple. I’m not the hero that Crete is - or was. I’m not the showman that Davin is. I don’t have Alex’s heart or Moose’s fury. But, I always do what I say I’ll do. I told you months ago that there would be a price for what you’ve done. This week, vengeance begins - and it will be sweet.
Trust me.“
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:38:57 GMT -5
*The Brass Knuckle Kings are backstage at a house show in New Amsterdam, Guyana. And by backstage, we mean standing near the camels. Do they have camels in Guyana? We will assume they do. Regardless, even though there is no backstage, Eric and Bryce are seen watching a monitor of the action in the ring; the monitor, of course, is being held by local jobbers.*
Bryce: So...do you want to talk about our match against Drink and Destroy?
Eric: Why? It's not like Danny Taylor is going to be talking. I mean, even if he could. I'm sure those shots to his throat aren't going to be healing any time soon.
Bryce: So...we're not talking about Drink and Destroy.
Eric: Nah. I'm kind of bored.
Bryce: We could talk about our match...
Eric: Nah...who's wrestling?
Bryce: Matt Folz is wrestling Carl From Guyana.
Eric: Hmm. Follow me.
Bryce: What are we...
Eric: Shh. This is going to be fun. Can you pretend to be Diesel?
Bryce: You want me to tear my quad?
Eric:...No. Just look intimidating. Like you could kick someone's ass if you wanted.
Bryce: I CAN kick someone's ass if I wanted.
Eric: That's the spirit!
*Bryce follows Eric as he walks closer to the ring. Eric grabs a microphone from a stagehand near the entrance path and starts clapping at the conclusion of Folz' match. Matt Folz holds up the Intercontinental Championship...and then lowers it when he sees Eric and Bryce heading down the ramp.*
Eric: Ladies and gentlemen...Eric O'Mac presents to you Matt Folz...the OOWF Intercontinental Champion!
*cheers*
Eric: And see, he is in the finals of his bracket for the OOWF Invitational for the vacant OOWF World Heavyweight Championship!
*cheers*
Eric: But despite those accolades...no body seems to give a flying shit about who you are, Matt.
*boos...as Eric rolls into the ring. Bryce stands outside of the ring.*
Eric: You see, Matt...you aren't going to win the OOWF Invitational. You see, I'm not saying you don't have talent, because you clearly do. You wouldn't be the Eye-See champ if you didn't have talent. But here's the fact of the matter...you bore the hell out of people.
*more boos*
Eric: You see, at least when you were a mercenary - you were some what interesting. You had a vibe...an edge! Now? You are stuck in the exact same place that my friend Bryce Larson was stuck - up the ass of Alexander Darling. And the thing about that? Either you are stuck there, or you are about to get shit on.
*massive boos*
Eric: When I came back to the OOWF back in late 2007...I promised to bring back the entertainment. The OOWF had hit a boring streak...and my promise to entertain brought us the OOWF Civil War. Even though my side lost the war, you can argue that it was I who saved the OOWF, because without me keeping things entertaining, the company was likely going to go under. And now? We have you and Lionheart Chris Evans as two of our singles champions?
It's a damn shame. Because the OOWF is suffering for it.
Never mind the fact that the greatest tag team in the past three months of the OOWF has had to receive on tag team championship title shot - but to make matters worse, we have to have your non-personality Green Bay loving, Brett Favre hating ass controlling one of the OOWF titles? Here's anewsflash, Folz...I was hating Brett Favre before hating Brett Favre was the cool thing to do. And you know something else? If you've got the time, I think we should have an Intercontinental Championship match right now...and I can get myself one step closer to the Grand Slam Championship.
*Matt Folz has a microphone.*
Folz: I know I could beat you, so if you want a fight, I'm ready.
Eric: WhoawhoawhoawhoawhoaWHOA. Did I give you permission to speak? Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?
Foilz: I'm the fucking Inter...
Eric: ITDOESN'TMATTERWHATYOUTHINK!
*The crowd boos. Bryce Larson is laughing so badly.*
Eric: Yes, I've always wanted to do that. But here's WHY I can do that. First of all, my Dad owns The Rock. Secondly, as your party host - your SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT GOD - I do whatever the hell I want, and steal whatever I want. And you know what? I don't want to fight your ass right now. I've got more pressing issues, and you aren't a part of them at this moment. In fact, until you get a personality, you aren't allowed to be in the same ring as me, so get the fuck out of my ring.
*Matt Folz doesn't looked amused and he stands his ground.*
Eric: You ignorant ass, you KNOW YOUR ROLE....and GET OUT OF MY RING.
*Folz continues to stand his ground...until Bryce Larson slides up behind him...holding a pair of brass knuckles beside his head.*
Eric: Last chance, champ. You won't be running...you'll be doing the smart thing. Get out of my ring...or be carried out of it.
*Folz flips Eric off and slides under the rope, being audibly heard that "Don't worry, we'll meet again." Eric waits for Folz to go and then gets back on the microphone.*
Eric: You know, I love The Rock. And in a couple of weeks, I'm going to be holding my very own ROCK CONCERT...but not for you fans, because you cheered for a blend of suck and incest when you cheered for Matt Folz. And I just can't respect that.
*The fans boo.*
Eric: But I've hearing for the past two days...Eric, you gave up your shot for the World Championship. And you just said two weeks ago that only an idiot would do that.
Here's the thing: I lied.
Of course I'm going to give you the company line. But here's the thing - I've held the World Title before. And I'll hold it again. There's no question about that. But you see...there are only four people who have held every major championship in this company. Moose. Chris Cole. Davin Moreland. LD Williams. And you don't become an all time great, until your name is on that Grand Slam Championship Trophy...and my name isn't on there. And it won't be there until I win the Intercontinental Championship...and until I win the Tag Team Championships.
The thing is, I don't have the best record with partners. I really should have won the tag team championships back in 05 or 06, when I was teaming with Carl Coolname. We were well on our way...until Beast got in the way.
So Beast derailed my tag team championship, but it was a blessing in disguise, but that led to me becoming the most dominant Onslaught Champion EVER. How dominant was I? I was the only champion in the history of the OOWF to be STRIPPED of the championship...not due to injury...not due to not defending the championship in 30 days....but because I was TOO FUCKING GOOD! You see, I was so good, they said I should be in the "Intercontinental Division." But instead of letting me fight the champion...I got the scrubs. And I never got my shot. In the mean time, we had Uncle Entity and Jim Jones destroying the division that I had dominated for so fucking long...AND IT WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME.
*Eric is clearly gone away from his earlier appearance when he was jovial...he's sweating, and getting more aggressive with his words and movements.*
Eric: Do you know, I took my ball, and I went the fuck home. And you know, when I came back, I came back looking to make a change. And while my ultimate goal of making a change didn't pan out, I sure as hell got everyone's attention. And I got their attention again when I won the Imperial Onslaught...after starting the match at the very beginning....and people thought that I had accomplished everything I wanted to accomplish after I got to the top of the mountain and won the World Heavyweight Championship.
And then I pissed off the entire locker room when I took my ball and I went home again.
And you know, I came back, and I was General Manager, but that's a shit job, and I didn't really care for it....but when I wanted to come back and wrestle...Rick said no.
Let me say that again: Rick. Said. No.
He said I was too flightly. Said that it would only be a matter of weeks before I took off again. He couldn't market me because I couldn't be counted on. He couldn't give me my shot at immortality because, quite frankly, I wouldn't last long enough to get that close.
And it pissed me off.
Who was Rick to tell me what I could and couldn't do?
So, I went to Mexico. Trained in AAA. Got a mask. Got an idea.
And I came back under the hood. No one knew who I was, because if they knew who I was, I'd never get my shot at immortality.
And I was right. The moment I unmasked, any goodwill I had built up as Mr. E went down the drain.
You stopped seeing my matches being featured. You stopped seeing my promos being talked about. I basically disappeared from the roster...and it wasn't even my doing.
So, like everything else I've ever had to work for, I had to do it MY WAY. And it starts with those Tag Team Championships.
So, I plucked Bryce Larson away from Alexander Darling, groomed his as my protege, and we're ready to kick some ass.
One problem - we're not getting a tag team championship title shot because Stank and Moose are the champions and Stank is still fighting in the OOWF Invitational. That's OK, they can throw us in some #1 contender's match to assure us we will get our shot, right?
No, they give the Flyin Hawaiians and The Texpress, a fucking BEST OF SEVEN to determine the #1 contenders. A team we beat and a team we could beat are getting their chance to shine...and we're being denied again...
...AND I'M FUCKING SICK OF IT.
So next week, when me and Bryce get in that ring...Drink and Destroy better watch out. I know they've teamed longer. They are former champions. They have more experience.
But none of that fucking matters any more.
My name WILL be immortalized one day. And it all starts with the Tag Team Championships. They should have been my first championship...
....and they sure as hell will be my NEXT championship.
So, Danny Taylor, Outback Jack, bring your A game next week. Come ready to battle. But when you step in my ring, I'm going to tell you exactly what I told Matt Folz...play your cards the wrong way...and you won't be leaving the ring - you'll be carried out of it. You see, I need those tag team championships like people need air to live. And when it comes to my wrestling life - I'll do anything to keep breathing.
Because NOTHING
WILL
STAND
BETWEEN
ME
AND
MY
DESTINY.
*Eric throws down the microphone...Bryce looks at him, little in awe, and they head to the back, Eric leading the way, Bryce lagging behind.*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:39:32 GMT -5
Outback Jack and Dynamite Danny Taylor are sitting in the Destroyatorium, both men look slightly dejected and are sipping on drinks with no enthusiasm. Shotglass whimpers at DDT's feet, and Danny reaches down and pats him reassuringly. Suddenly the front door of the bar flies open and DVD comes storming into the room. He makes a beeline for D&D and stares both men down.
DVD: I am so sick of this SHIT!
Both OBJ and DDT look shocked at this and glance at each other before looking back to DVD whom has started frantically pacing back and forth.
OBJ: Look, we had a rough night, I underestimated Sparxx, and that won't happen again, and Danny came up short, but he put up a hell of a fight against Stank. It wasn't our best night, but we will bounce back.
DVD stops and stares at Jack with a look of disgust.
DVD: You think I'm pissed about you guys loosing? Hell, that's part of the business, no one wins forever.
Both Jack and Danny look confused now. Danny raises an eyebrow in question at DVD.
OBJ: So what has you so pissed.
DVD takes a deep breath before continuing : We are being overlooked by everyone, and I am sick of it.
DVD walks over to the Television and pulls up Eric's recent promo playing it for the group. After it finishes Danny shakes his head in disgust, and OBJ just shrugs.
OBJ: Meh, that's just Eric's usual shtick.
DVD (shaking his head no) : It's not just Eric. Crete convinced Rav to leave because "there are no more good guys left in the OOWF", Sparxx keeps calling you a washed up has been, Every other word out of Morelands mouth has been an offhanded barb at Danny. Hell even Alexander has mentioned the "foundation of this company crumbling".
DDT and OBJ look confused at this last statement. DVD sighs and starts up his rant again.
DVD: WE ARE THE FOUNDATION OF THIS COMPANY! (pause) When the Five ran rampant this summer, Crete and Rav, and Evans and all the heroes talked about stopping them, but who actually showed up to fight them....WE DID. When Eco started his Devils and everyone took them as a joke, we were the only one's taking them seriously, and when Eco "died" everyone boo hoo hooed, except me, who knew the danger that man really possessed. Now Fire runs around "cleansing sins" and everyone says someone should stop her, but who has to step up, Us, again. Whenever a a real problem needs to be handled in this company, it inevitably ends up our responsibility.
Both Jack and Danny start nodding, seeing some truth to these words.
DVD: And how are we repaid, are we given a chance to get back in the title hunt, no, we have to sit on the sidelines while those backstabbing Hawaiians and Overrated Texans have a best of seven series!
Jack and Danny exchange glances at DVD's last comment.
OBJ: Overrated?
DVD: Yes, overrated. From the time me and Danny have joined this company, the only times the Texans have won titles has been when Davin has had someone lay down for them, until they get that monkey off their shoulders, they aren't "dvision killers", they are simply overrated. With the mood DH is in, hook him back up with the two of you...as he should have been to begin with..... and those trios titles sit over the bar here easily. And to top it all off, now Eric and Larson, two guy who have barely been teaming for a month look past us talking about themselves deserving tag team title shots, as if we were the Norsemen or something.
DVD takes a deep breath, and for the first time both Jack and Danny are seen to start getting fired up themselves.
DVD: I'm not standing for it anymore. This week we face a team that consists of a joke and a wannabe, and I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which. They want to look past us, and that is a mistake. The wrestlers of this company may forget what we do, but if you listen to the sound the fans make as we enter through the crowd week in and week out, you will know that they don't. When you face us, it's not just Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback Jack in the ring, but the entire fan base of the OOWF in our corner. The wrestlers may forget, but the fans know. Drink and Destroy is the Foundation of the OOWF, we do not crumble, and we will not break. From this moment forward, anyone who overlooks us will quickly learn to regret it.
DVD snatches a drink off the table.
DVD: Today we drink!
DVD pounds the drink and then slams it down hard enough to shatter the glass.
DVD: At Mayhem, we Destroy!
With that DVD storms off still fuming. A large smile crosses Danny's face, and Jack begins to chuckle slightly
OBJ: (belches) That is Australian for, now I'm ready to kick some brass knuckle ass.
DDT just mouths the word Boom.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:40:02 GMT -5
MEANWHILE~! Back in catering, D.H, Magnusson is standing over a tray of untouched Pizza Rolls, unmoving save for his chain encased left arm, which flexes and twitches. Alexander Darling and Sydney Wild look on, Sydney picking at a Pizza Roll, Alexander staring passively at DHM.
SW: I have to say, I don't understand the appeal. They're like rubbery lava pouches that vaguely taste of near pepperoni. And the texture is just...
Matt Folz barges in, livid over the interruption to his match.
MF: DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU THAT UNMITIGATED HORSESHIT?! INTERRUPTING MY MATCH? I'M THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! I EARNED THIS GODDAMNED BELT AND THAT FLY NY NIGHT SON OF BITCH HAS THE AUDACITY TO WALK IN ON MY MATCH?!
Folz pauses, realizing no one is listening to him.
MF: Oh, I'm soooo sorry. I didn't realize that we were busy. I didn't realize that Unforgiven was about babysitting people who choke after talking about how important a tournament they never had a chance to win was. Yeah, you done REEEEAL good serving the dead g-
DHM roars, surprising Folz with a chain wrapped left hook. The shot stuns the unsuspecting Folz, who staggers back dazed, and before he can get his hands up Magnusson grabs him by the back of the head and drives him facefirst into tray of still steaming pizza rolls. Folz grabs at his eyes, screaming out as he tries to claw away the hot grease and cheese, and DHM doesn't hesistate - he grabs his arm, winds up, and nails the CHAIN ASSISTED NEW JERSEY HAMMER! Folz is OUT!
Wordlessly, DHM unwraps the chain from his arm, and begins wrapping it around Folz' neck, an action that finally prompts action from Darling, who begins to move towards the two.
AD: Maggs....DH....DH!
DHM trows the other end of the chain over the tent support beam, and begins hoisting Folz up and Darling charges across the tent.
AD: MAGNUSSON!
DHM finally turns, staring at Darling with the loose end of the chain in his hands.
AD: Take. A. Walk.
DHM studies Darling for a moment.
AD: Walk it off. Make it a long one.
At length, DHM releases the chain, Folz hitting the ground and beginning to grab at the chain wrapped around his neck.
DHM: Yeah...I could use a drink.
DHM stalks off, leaving Sydney and Darling with Folz.
AD: Killer instinct is only an advantage when there's something to temper it. Help me get him up please, Syd.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:40:33 GMT -5
*Moose and Stank are sitting in a quiet corner of a local bar in a not so safe part of town. Stank gulps down the last swallows of his beer and calls over the waitress for another.*
MHJ - Eric O'Mac wants our titles.
Stank - Who's his partner?
MHJ - That kid Bryce Larson.
Stank - Okay... I guess. If they're that eager to die let 'em. Have Rick book the match.
MHJ - You're still in the tournament.
Stank - Oh yeah.
MHJ -
Stank -
MHJ -
Stank - So... we haven't really discussed what happens if... I win the whole thi-
MHJ - *interrupting* I'm sure you'll make the right decision.
Stank - ...right.
*Before the conversation can continue. The Establishment walks in led by Niles Anderson. Grunt, LI, Endo, & Morte all grab chairs and sit around Stank and Moose. Niles Anderson squeezes in and sits next to Moose on the circular booth. Conspicuous by their absence are Ecosystem and LJ Bennett. Stank looks around at everyone and smirks.*
Stank - Gentlemen.
NA - Stank so it looks like it's you and me next.
*Stanks smirk widens to a smile.*
Stank - Seems so. Congratulations on making it this far in the tournament.
NA - Oh it's a foregone conclusion I'll win the whole thing.
Stank - Really?
NA - Don't act like you don't know. I'm the Specimen. I eat, live, breathe World Champion. Winning the tournament and becoming OOWF World Champion is my statement to the OOWF universe that I'm back and better than ever.
Stank - If I may offer a counterpoint.
NA - No you may not my friend. There is no counterpoint.
Stank - I beg to differ... and if you would get your head out of your ass you might be able to hear it.
NA - I don't believe I like your tone.
Stank - I don't believe I give a shit.
*Niles Anderson begins to laugh. He looks around at his buddies and they join in with some chuckling of their own.*
NA - Stank seriously. You're washed up. Your knee is jacked. Your weakness are hidden well in a tag team so why don't you just stick with that? Leave the singles titles to those of us who can handle it.
Stank - Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
NA - I don't know. Gentlemen who am I talking to?
Morte - Another one of your victims.
LI - Another loser.
Endo - Another "W" for Niles Anderson.
Grunt - Where Pretty? Where Lexie?
NA - She's not here Grunt. I thought I told you to let that go?
Grunt - Grunt want PRETTY! Grunt WANT pretty right NOW!
NA - SHUT IT UP! Geez! Sorry about that. Ever since he got here he's been going on and on and ON about Alexis Darli-
Stank - *interrupting* I don't give a flying fuck what Grunt has been going on about. The only thing you need to concern yourself with Niles is how bad it's going to HURT when I beat your ass back onto the bus of NPCs! You can then take the rest of these jerkoffs with you and drive it off a cliff for all I care. I'll see you later, Moose. I don't think I like much the company you keep.
MHJ - Hey don't lump me in with-
*Stank has walked away before Moose can finish. Moose shakes his head then looks over at Niles.*
MHJ - What the hell is the matter with you?
NA - What?
MHJ - You're a dead man and don't even know it.
NA -
MHJ -
NA - What's an NPC?
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:41:14 GMT -5
Firewoman is WALKING~! towards catering. Probably trying to find coffee. She sees the aftermath of the scene with DH, Syd, and Alexander and frowns. Alexander sees her and starts to go toward her, but she turns and walks away. He starts to follow, but Sydney grabs his arm.
SW: Let me.
AD: I don't think that's a good--
But she ignores him and follows Firewoman out of catering, trying to catch up. She finally does and reaches out to Fire's elbow, but before she can grab it Fire turns around, knocking Sydney back against the wall.
FW: Really?
SW: Just...wait.
FW: I have nothing I'd like to say to you. *Firewoman produces her pretty shiny knife but doesn't raise it.* Plenty I'd like to do, so ...
SW: You don't have to say anything, just listen.
FW: You don't run the locker room here, your highness. You may be Queen of the Damned in Japan, but you're queen of NOTHING here. If anything, I've got that role. I see people look at me out of the corner of their eye. I hear what they say. I see the promos--
SW: Just the one's Ecosystem has edited.
FW: The hallways clear before me. All the 'heros' have beat feet out of town in their limos. I'm the Queen of the Damned here, Syd. And I'm wondering right now what it would be like to get even with you for all the nasty things you used to do before you started acting all noble and virtuous.
Sydney's temper rises.
SW: You mean before Alex saved me?
Firewoman's eyes flash with anger, and then she gets a smirk.
FW: Is that what they're calling it these days? Helping you hide away from the world, instead of accepting your new place in it?
SW: I'm not here to rehash past history.
Fire does raise her blade this time and points underneath Sydney's chin.
FW: Then go back to ... what you were doing, and leave me alone.
SW: No. You need to know...there are people waiting to help you.
FW: Yeah...and I'm trying to get back to them right now, but there's this annoying voice in my head.
SW: Tytan and Ecosystem aren't helping you, Fire. Despite everything you've done, Alex is--
FW: One more time. Say his name one more time. Please.
sW: ...
FW: ...
SW: All I'm saying is there are people fighting for you, so draw on that. You can get free, you can--
FW: Enough.
Firewoman turns imperiously, much like Sydney probably used to do and starts to walk away. She stops, thoughtfully, and then turns around.
FW: You think you know how it is. You have no idea. You have no idea who I am or what I'm about, and you never have. Don't underestimate me. Those that do live to regret it. Remember that.
Fire continues down the hall. Sydney sighs and returns back to catering.
AD: I see you survived.
SW: Yeah...I dunno...I think she's lost. I never thought I'd see it, but...
AD: Why, what did she say?
Sydney tells him, and takes a seat, looking dejected. Alexander looks down the hall, and nods.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:41:40 GMT -5
GM the Rick's "Office", Guyana
OOWF GM the Rick and The President are sitting in GMtR's hotel room in Guyana. the Rick is behind the unwaxed wood desk while The President is seated across the desk from him. Their attention is on the hotel TV, which is showing a local news report. Video of fighting - mobs of people attacking one another, tanks crushing trees and firing their cannons, and plumes of smoke rising from the horizon - are being shown as a narration is told by Some Anonymous Female Journalist. The narration of course being in Guyanese....Guyanian....whatever, there are English subtitles at the bottom of the screen.
Subtitles: ...it has been only 15 hours since the fighting broke out and still there is no end in sight. Both the Guyanian and Surinamian governments deny any official involvement and can offer no explanation for the outbreak of violence.
GMtR stares pointedly at The President, who watches the TV unconcerned with pipe in mouth.
Subtitles: But there is no doubt. Late last night, elements of Suriname began an invasion of Guyana, attacking military installations all across the border. Cries of "Heroes Rise Now!" and "No Victory For The Crusher!" were most prominent amongst the attacking Surinamese. We remain uninformed as to what those slogans might mean or why they would necessitate an attack on Guyana.
GMtR jabs the TV's remote fiercely, rewinding back to the beginning of that quote. As the images and sound play again, GMtR leans so hard across the desk to stare at The President that the desk nearly buckles. The President seems unperturbed.
Subtitles: We ca only hope the fighting can be stopped at some point in the near future; that cooler heads will prevail. Until then, the unofficial war between Guyana and Suriname continues.
GMtR *Turning Off the Television*: Now do you want to tell me why Suriname is trying to invade Guyana?
President: They're taking initiative. *He removes his pipe and places it on the desk* Good for them. Only the bold can run the world.
GMtR: ...
President: ...
GMtR: ...so this would have nothing to do with the militia that assaulted Guyana border guards from the bus convoy that just happened to be carrying you here.
President: Look, I don't speak whatever it is they speak here. I didn't know that "The Crusher" translated into Surinamianese is their nickname for "Guyana".
GMtR: I have officials from both governments, from the United States, and from the United Nations hounding my ass and you're telling me this was all a simple little mistake.
President: Yes sir. Though maybe in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't such a mistake. I was just the pebble to start the avalanche. God does work in mysterious ways.
GMtR: And just what would igniting a war accomplish?
President: Oh, war is never-ending sir. Peace is just the time you earn to re-arm and catch your breath after smashing your enemies so finely they can't do anything.
GMtR: ...
President: Clearly, Suriname wanted a piece of Guyana anyway. Whether it was for territorial reasons or for human rights reasons, doesn't matter. Once things settle, all it means is that democracy will spread freely across the continent.
GMtR: BOTH COUNTRIES ARE ALREADY DEMOCRATIC!!!!
The President shrugs, and puts his pipe back in his mouth. He continues to look unconcerned, increasing the flabbergastation of the already flabbergasted GMtR.
GMtR: Just, get out. Next time you cut a promo on Stan Fulton, DO NOT ENCOURAGE ROGUE ELEMENTS OF A NATION TO LAUNCH A WAR.
President: You can't blame me for freedom fighting to spread its-
GMtR: GET. OUT.
The President stands and salutes GMtR smartly. He then pivots on his heels and exits the hotel room, while GMtR reaches underneath the desk to grab his bottle of whisky. He takes a giant chug from the bottle, thinking 'That psycho hit his head too hard. Or he's always that deluded. Not very Presidential today though...'. He downs another swig of whisky, and bangs his head on the desk. It shatters and he falls to the floor.
GMtR: We are never leaving the country again.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:42:16 GMT -5
Ecosystem is pacing along the hallway, talking on a cell phone.
Eco: So if the South Asian market is that fragmented, don’t even worry about acquisition. Just recommend that they make sure to piggyback on existing infrastructure, and then just hire a couple smiling Vietnamese PR faces and enter the market. Simple as that.
SFJ#8: Hey Juni? Got a minute?
Eco: (looking over) Sarah, hey! (on the phone) I’ll call you back—well, do you need me to call you back? Great. Great, see you Mike. (Eco hangs up.)
Sarah: I didn’t know you still did corporate calls.
Eco: I don’t. Back when I was running OOWF, when I hired you, that was the last time I did a lot of corporate work…this was just a friend at BCG who wanted a second opinion.
Sarah: Can I get a comment from you on your match this week?
Eco: Oy gevalt. That match is going to be a fucking bloodbath. I mean, I hope it’s not, because it doesn’t have to be, but at this point I can’t trust LD one bit. The Darlings, well…they’re usually not the first to rachet it up.
Sarah: I mean…Trinity has done a lot to raise the violence level.
Eco: (sighs) Yeah, I know. It was for the better, much was anyway…(Eco stares out into space for a little bit)…wrestling is such a base sport, you know?
Sarah: Well sure. I mean, professional wrestling isn’t going to be pure enough for the Olympics any time soon—
Eco: Not what I meant. Well, sort of…but the whole lifestyle here…when I say it’s base, Sarah, I mean it’s a class marker. People here use violence as a tool of their work, use violence to solve problems, use violence to assert dominance. You can’t change it so much as you can limit it, regulate it, use it consciously, use it well. I think I’ve done that, Sarah.
But how well can you use it? How long can anything inflicted by fists and kicks last? Have you ever seen Assassins, Sarah?
Sarah: The musical?
Eco: Yeah. Yeah. See, there’s this scene, Sarah, there’s this beautiful scene, where all the presidential assassins, successful and attempted—John Wilkes Booth, Leon Czolgosz, John Hinckley, Squeaky Fromme—they’re all on stage, calling out for their “prize,” figuratively represented as literal, but really meaning their unrealistic expectations for the world that would result after they killed the President. And then the most beautiful thing happens…the narrator comes out, I think it was Neil Patrick Harris in one version, and he sings….
It didn’t mean a nickel, You just shed a little blood, And a lot of people shed a lot of tears. Yes you made a little moment, And you stirred a little mud, But it didn’t fix the stomach, And you’ve drunk your final Bud, And it didn’t help the workers, And it didn’t heal the country, And it didn’t make them listen, And they NEVER SAID WE’RE SORRY.
Crude, physical violence is too blunt a tool to exercise for real power. No, there’s something beyond. Real violence, real power, is the kind you don’t have to exercise yourself. Let us contrast “Handlebars,” by the Flobots.
My reach is global, my tower secure, My cause is noble, my power is pure, I can hand out a million vaccinations, Or let them all die in exasperation, Have them all healed of their lacerations, Have them all killed by assassination, I can make anybody go to prison, Just because I don’t like them, And I can do anything with no permission, I have it all under my command—
And then the crucial part, in case you missed the point somehow—
Because I can guide a missile by satellite, by satellite, by satellite, And I can hit a target through a telescope, through a telescope, through a telescope, And I can end the planet in a holocaust, in a holocaust, in a holocaust, in a holocaust, in a holocaust, IN A HOLOCAUST.
It’s real power when you can shoot the missile from a satellite, see them faintly through a telescope, never actually have to watch them burn. It’s real power when there are launch codes in your pocket that would allow you to end the world—and more than one person on this planet has that.
The first part’s almost better though, right? The idea that even if there’s no missile, no army, wealth controls everything, wealth determines life or death. Most ethical systems draw some distinction between slaughtering millions and choosing not to pay for the vaccinations of millions—but the power, the staggering power is the same!
I was on that track once, Sarah, and I miss it. But it’s almost…
Eco pauses for a second, reaching into his pocket. He smiles.
Eco: It’s almost out of hand. So if you’re asking for a prediction for the match, I’m afraid I have no high-minded statements or predictions. If we fight with all we have, we will win. I hope we do. I will. Goodbye Sarah.
Eco exits.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:42:48 GMT -5
*Back in the Destroyitarium, OBJ is looking at a laptop. As he reads, he nearly chokes on his beer*
OBJ: Hey Danny!
*DDT raises eyebrows*
OBJ: One of my old mates from Japan sent me a link to a Japanese wrestling site that had a transcript of Eric talking about us. It was in Japanese, but I was able to translate it with babelfish.
*Ninjacam shows us what's on the laptop screen:
Me and Bryce that ring…Profit, it is better with the beverage, when it destroys, the next week when you rival, you see. As for me they' You have known; As for ve you united longer. They are the champion before. Those have many experiences. But which of that it has sexual intercourse it is not important probably will be rubbed. My name 1 becomes days immortal. And that starts from team championship of all bills. Those should my first championship, is… …. And those are my next championship truly. Therefore, [daniteira], in the hinterland the jack comes having next week in the game of your A. The thing preparation which fights was possible, do to come. But when walking with my ring, I' Me mat Folz…Of being wrong to your card in the play the method…And you won' Saying that you said exactly m where it goes; As for t ring - you' --You have gone away; ll is accomplished that. As for the championship like my people those which need that you attach to the team which needs that the air lives see. And I' of the life where I struggle; To in regard; ll does that it continues to breathe with anything.
As DDT scratches his head OBJ drains his beer and belches. *
OBJ: Australian for I'll bring the game of my A, mate, no worries about that.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:43:15 GMT -5
Psykle is in the parking lot polishing his bike. Again the cameraman uses the long zoom and a boom mic, and happens to catch just as Psykle's cell phone rings.
Psykle: Hello....hey! So what did you think? I saw you out there, but you saw that I kept my focus on the match, right?
Psykle listens to the other side of the phone call, obviously his mentor, could it be LD Williams, who was seen watching the match? We see some OOWF fans start to walk over, seeing if they can get some autographs.
Psykle: Right, and then I remembered, it wasn't a title match, so a countout victory was just as good as any other, so I stood back and waited, either the ref would count them out, or I could use the time to rest and prepare an attack for if they did get back in the ring. So what did you think?
Psykle continues to listen, and one of the fans, a man about 25 years old, getting a little tired, leans on Psykle's bike to wait for him to get off the phone. Psykle notices.
Psykle: Hold on, let me call you back.
Psykle hangs up the phone, takes a deep breath, and goes over to the fans, starting with the kids furthest from his bike.
Psykle: Hey kids, I'd be happy to sign those for you. I'm glad to see I'm getting some support from the fans. Working hard in the ring, earning your respect. Respect is a very important thing. Not just for other people, but for yourself, and for other people's property.
Psykle shoots a look at the man leaning on his bike as he says this. The man apparently doesn't notice, and is drinking a cold can of soda. Psykle continues to sign autographs and address the kids.
Psykle: You know, this bike here has a lot of sentimental value to it. My mentor gave me this bike a few years ago when I first learned to control my rage and channel it properly. I've taken very good care of my bike. Polishing it, tweaking it, protecting it from the elements. It's very important to take care of your belongings. It's also very important to make sure you don't damage another person's belongings as well.
Psykle shoots another look at the guy, as he finishes signing the autographs, but the man continues not to notice. The cameraman zooms in on the can of soda, hoping to catch the logo and maybe get some ad revenue, and we see a drop of condensation forming at the end, and it slowly begins to drop off. The cameraman follows the drop as it comes off the can, and lands on the black leather seat of Psykle's bike. Time seems to freeze as this happens, and the cameraman zooms out just enough to catch Psykle's expression change from a calm disbelief into absolute pure rage. Psykle grabs the guy and immediately begins laying into him with punches and knees. He lifts the guy up, sits him on top of a nearby dumpster and hits the Psykle Driver onto the concrete.
Psykle (Yelling at the guy): AND THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T DAMAGE ANOTHER PERSON'S BELONGINGS!
Psykle takes a deep breath and goes over to his bike to check out the damage. It's not much, and he quickly wipes it off with a rag, and gets out a can of armor-all polish from his bag. As he begins to wipe down the seat, his phone goes off. It's a text message, and the camera zooms in to get it. Unfortunately, it's still focusing while Psykle sees who it's from, but we do get to see that the person is listed with just two letters for the name.
Text Message: I just saw what happened on OOWF TV with the guy and your bike. Do you think that's properly controlling your rage?
Psykle looks heartbroken, and then suddenly looks up looking around to find the camera that he realizes obviously must be observing him. He spots him, and as the cameraman realizes and turns to run, we hear Psykle yell one final thing...
Psykle: RESPECT ALSO MEANS RESPECTING SOMEONE'S PRIVACY!!!
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:43:41 GMT -5
~~ The Texpress are walking the streets of New Amsterdam. they stop and buy some meat on a skewer from a vendor. ~~
Zane: This is going to be good.
Chad: Is this chicken? Or maybe duck?
Zane: Best of Seven Series. Winner is the Number 1 Contender.
Chad: Mmmmm. Good.
Zane: The last series we did was with SPin & DH before they took on the Midnight Sons monniker.
Chad: Wow that's hot! (reaches for his Aquafina
Zane: The Hawaii'ans are good. They're quick. We'll need to work on our cardio and conditioning even more than usual.
Chad: Hey! It's Andrew Zimmern!
~~ the camera pans across the street, and sure enough, The Travel Channel's Andrew Zimmern is filming an episode of "Bizzare Foods" He spots Chad and waves them over ~~
Zimmern: HEy! Wha a treat. I didn't know that you guys would be here! How about you two come on the show with me!
Chad: Awesome!
Zane: I.. I'm not sure we have work to do...
Chad: Zane, how often do we get to be on tv!
Zane: .... Every week?
Chad: I mean besides that
Zimmern: All I need is an afternoon. We'll walk the streets, try some exotic foods, maybe some local beverages....
Zane: No.
Chad: We kind of have this endorsement thing.
Zimmern: Oh, I thought you were going to make a Kool-Aid reference.
Zane: ...
Chad: ...
Zimmern: Right. Hey, come over here and try this stuff.. it's fabulous!
~~ Chad and Zane follow along with Zimmern to another food vendor, Zimmern orders some fried dough looking items. ~~
Zimmern: Here. thisis great!
~~ Everyone takes a bite and chews ~~
Zane: Not bad. crispy on the outside but kind of chewey inside.
Chad: And it's meat, but doesn't taste familiar.
Zimmern: It's a local delicacy. Diced Burro Testicles wrapped in dough and deep fried.
~~ Zane, preparing to take a second bite stops in his tracks. ~~
Zane: Burro.. like DOnkey?
Zimmern: Yes. it's supposed to be really good for your... Stamina if you know what I mean
Chad: THen eat up partner, Bridgette is going to be needing you at your best when we get back to the states.
Zimmern: You too Cowboy
Chad: Me? Naaaaaah, I don't need any help in that department
~~ Zimmern laughs, Zane rolls his eyes ~~
Zane: This is going to be a Loooong day
Zimmern: Come on! there's another little place I have waited my whole life to try
~~ Zimmern & Texpress head down the street, Travel Channel cameras in tow. the ninjacam stays stationary and watches them turn down a side street right before we fade....... ~~
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:44:08 GMT -5
Ecosystem is pacing around the re-building site of Jim Jones' former church in Guyana. Seriously. They're working on it.Eco: (humming) Ain't no grave...can hold my body down...ain't no grave... Eco bumps into a black-suited Japanese man holding a gun. The man whips around, but Eco grabs the long rifle and rips it from his hands. Eco jams the butt of the gun into the other man's kneecap, causing him to drop to one knee as Eco puts the gun to his head.Eco: Hello there. Care to tell me what a Japanese man in a very nice suit is doing in Guyana these days? Man: Jihi... Eco: Wa jihi. Unless you start talking quickly. I guarantee you speak English, otherwise you wouldn't have been assigned to Guyana. Man: How did you know I was assigned? Eco: Well, I didn't until you just spoke. Man: Oh, I-- Eco: Who's your family? Man: I'm not...it's not my place to...either you'll kill me or they'll kill me. A surrounding noise rises. Eco looks up.Eco: There are other options. Just then, the Guyanese militia, incensed by the attacks by the Suriname citizens provoked by The President, emerge from the brush armed.Eco: Peace, friends. (Eco throws the man in front the rifle, which he catches.) I have brought you a spy from Suriname--they believed a yellow man could sneak through undetected. You know better. Japanese Man: You wouldn't--Juni, stop it. Eco: You know my name too? Interesting. Japanese Man: I-- The Guyaneses surround and drag the Japanese man off, nodding to Eco. Eco pulls out his cell phone.Eco: Hi, Diana? Could you do me a quick favor? Could you do a little quiet check on Alexander's current ties in Japan, if there would be any quiet bridges left unburned?...Between him and families, not promoters....yes, those kind of families...no, I don't have a name... FADE
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