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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:44:39 GMT -5
Aina and Noelani are watching OOWF-TV. Kai is off somewhere nearby being Kai. I'm sure OOWF Security and Guyana police are aware.
N: They're more like you two than I thought.
A: How so?
N: One, Zane, is focused and determined. The other, Chad, is...not.
A: Still can't take Chad lightly.
N: You leave Chad to me.
A: No.
N: We've had this talk before...
A: We're gonna win this series fair and square. No head games, no nothing.
N: This whole thing is stupid. It's Rick getting back at me.
A: Can't tease everyone and get away with it all the time, Lani.
N: Still, now we're tied to the Textards for at least four weeks while the other undeserving teams get title shots.
A: Not if Stank keeps winning.
N: Hm, he's got Niles Anderson this week, right?
A: Lani...
N: You don't want me to do ANYTHING?
A: No, it's our turn now. It's time for US to make an impact.
N: You've done that...
A: It's time for a bigger one. It's time for a Texas sized scalp.
Kai enters the room carrying a surfboard and a dog leash, with a monkey on his shoulder.
A: Why do you have a... nevermind, I don't want to know.
K: I call him Mana.
Noelani walks up to Kai and pats him on the cheek.
N: Nau wale no
K: Mahalo
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:45:07 GMT -5
<Moose is walking through the back of the arena when SFJ13 catches up with him>
SFJ13: Moose, you have been very quiet the last week, do you have any comments about your opponent, Psykle, this week?
MHJ: Not particularly, no
SFJ13: He DID get a win over you last week....
MHJ: He got a count out win because I was distracted with Larson. Congrats rookie. Won't happen again
SFJ13: You seem to be pretty dismissive of him
<Moose stops walking and turns to SFJ13 and shakes his head>
MHJ: In almost seven years here do you know how many rookies I have seen come in here that were the next big thing? Do you know how many new guys were going to make their mark on the OOWF? For every Davin Moreland or Stan Fulton who have made it, there are dozens......dozens of guys who have washed out because they couldn't handle it. Ask me how Josh O'Neil is doing. Ask me how Mr. Jealous is doing. Ask me how the Predator is doing. They all came in here and said they were going to make their mark, none of them lasted. Now, I give Psykle credit, the rookie knows his place and isn't running his mouth, that is a good start. But its not going to matter come Wednesday
SFJ13: So you don't seem to think much of Psykle
MHJ: What I think is that Rick is jerkin me around because I made him look like the moron that he is. Rick, you think I haven't noticed that you haven't given us a match? We won these titles on January 30th and we have yet to defend them. that is three weeks ago. I know your game, you are going to use the Tournament as a bullshit excuse, then try to strip us of our titles. Not going to happen fucko.
SFJ13: One last thing, what do you think about LD Williams watching Psykle's matches?
MHJ: What? Why would I care about that? LD Williams is a professional, he is scouting the new kids. Simple as that. Now, I have things to do.
<Moose storms off >
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:45:32 GMT -5
As Moose storms off, SFJ13 spots Psykle down the hallway watching a monitor.
SFJ13: Psykle, excuse me, I don't mean to intrude....
Psykle: That's fine. You at least have the decency to announce yourself as opposed to some of the other people working for this company who like to eavesdrop. What can I do for you?
SFJ13: Well, I notice you were watching the monitor, so I'm assuming you saw what Moose just said about you.
Psykle: Sure did.
SFJ13: Any reply?
Psykle: Moose is right. A lot of rookies come in, flash in the pan, and leave, never amounting to anything. Do I think he's wrong to overlook me? Sure, but I'll show him that in the ring. Do I understand why he's overlooking me? Absolutely. I'm new. Look at my match history. I won a tag match in my debut with that goofball "The President", lost my first round match in the the invitational tournament, and won a triple threat match by countout because I was smart enough to stay in the ring while my opponents fought outside. There is still more for me to prove, but the one thing I've always said since I first got here, is that I will prove myself. I might lose to Moose, but the one thing I think he will realize when it's all said and done that I've got the potential to be a big star here in the OOWF and that in the ring, I'm someone to be reckoned with. I've been going over the tapes, watching some of Moose's historical matches and rivalries, and studying him. I want to say this to Moose now. Regardless of what happens in the match, when it's all said and done, whichever one of us has his hand raised in victory, I will offer my hand to you in respect. I hope that in our match I will have earned enough respect from you to shake my hand, and that you will see me as someone with a future in OOWF, and someone that you shouldn't overlook again.
SFJ13: Thank you, Psykle. One more question, what about your mentor? Is it true that it's LD Williams?
Psykle: No comment.
Psykle walks off, clearly annoyed, but controlling his usual rage.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:46:00 GMT -5
FADE in on former AWA announcer Lee Marshall standing in front of an old-school OOWF banner.
LM: "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This week on Midweek Mayhem newcomer The President faces my next guest, The Crusher Stan Fulton. Stan?"
Fulton walks in from off-screen looking nonplussed.
LM: "Stan, you've seen the footage of the protests and before that the promo The President made in Suriname. Any comments?"
SF: "What is there to say, Lee? The President is a clever S.O.B., I'll give him that. He's turned his lil' retarded schtick into something that got him camera time. Yay for him.
"But that doesn't make him a worthy opponent for the next OOWF World Champion. That doesn't make him good in the ring.
"Because that, Mr. President, is where it counts. Believe me when I say I know how you feel. I was the new guy about a year ago here. And I didn't get to be a four time Onslaught title holder, four time and current DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal champion and your next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion by causing riots. That will only get you locked up. And if you get locked up here, you probably won't be making the next flight out. It might even get you a nice obituary in the local paper."
LM: "What's your strategy, Stan?"
SF: "Do what I do best, Lee. So listen up, Mr. President."
Fulton makes quotation marks with his fingers as he says the last two words.
SF: "You are facing one of the strongest, toughest men in this company. I've been learning mean from two of the best, Moose and Stank. Just like your other fellow rookie, Darius Prentiss, you will NOT advance in this Invitational. You will feel my DRAGLINE and I will pin you in that ring, one-two-three. Your lil' coup d'état attempt means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING when you step between those ropes. As far as I'm concerned you got damn lucky to beat DH Magnusson. Frankly, I would be concerned as to what his revenge on you is going to like. He'll take some of his aggression out on Prentiss, but you'd better be looking over your shoulder.
"And Wednesday, I'm going to take some aggression out on you. Final word of warning. Don't [beeeeep] with me. I'm not here to be your straight man in your lil' Abbott and Costello routine. I'm not here to put you over. I'm not here for you to make a name on.
"Enjoy the pain."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:46:21 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams in the Hallway of Random Encounters.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., I need to ask you about Psykle…”
LDW: “How about we talk about Tytan instead. Tytan, who says he wants to be feared again. Here’s an idea, big man - start with me. Wednesday night it’s no disqualification - no rules. Alexis is going to want Fire to herself, and I’m pretty sure Alex will be happy with the puppet master, so that leaves you and me. The legend and the wannabe. Question is, which Tytan will show up? The gladiator, and we try to out-wrestle each other? Or the monster, and we beat each other with anything that isn’t nailed down? You choose Tytan - match or brawl? Either way, I don’t like your chances.”
SFJ#47: “But what about Psykle?”
LDW: “Like the kid said - No Comment.”
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:46:44 GMT -5
*Fade in to Davin looking VERY SERIOUS~! and using his SERIOUS VOICE~!*
DM: Ladies and Gentlemen...we were going to skip this week's Top 10 Frauds of the Week, in an attempt to avoid overexposure. But due to the dogshit quality of promos you've been exposed to this week, it's my responsibility to at least attempt to entertain you. On behalf of the OOWF, and all the putrid promos you've dealt with - We apologize. And we'll make it right. BRING OUT THE BOARD!
*Shawn and Moonbeam roll the whiteboard out, as the Official Top 10 Frauds of the Week Music and graphics show up. Voiceover Guy is up next*
VG: Ladies and Gentlemen...Welcome to the Highest Rated Segment in the History of OOWF-TV, and probably all of TV ever...Top 10 Frauds of the Week! Hosted by Shawn Johnson and Moonbeam O'Callahan!
*They come out and assume their spots next to the board*
SFJ420: And now...the star of Top 10 Frauds of the Week....The Greatest of All-Time...Davin Moreland!
*Davin comes out to the cheesy canned applause*
DM: Thank you, thank you everyone. I understand how much you've needed Top 10 Frauds of the Week this week. Davin Moreland was concentrating on other things; but never let it be said that Davin doesn't care about the people. Actually, that's true. Davin doesn't care much about the people. But his job is to entertain the people. And since this IS the highest-rated segment in OOWF-TV history, clearly, you must be entertained. This is the part where we do Viewer Mail, normally, but I don't really care about Viewer Mail. So we're not doing that today. To those who wrote in and didn't get on the show - consider finding a hobby. Let's get to the board!
OGMSJ: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Top 10 Frauds of the Week, sponsored by Dunkin' Donuts. The Number 10 Fraud of the Week is...Firewoman[/b]
DM: As if her recent antics weren't enough, she lost to FuckThatGuy in a tournament match. And the long, slow circle down the drain continues for Firewoman's career continues. And speaking of careers circling down the drain...
SFJ420: The Number 9 Fraud of the Week is...Ravenna Blue[/i]@@
DM: Wow. What an underwhelming career. And now you go to WWE to what? Carry Crete's bags around? Fraud from day 1, perpetuated by a myth that had no basis in merit either. Speaking of underwhelming.
OGMSJ: The Number 8 Fraud of the Week is...Concrete Takaken Gryfon[/i]!!
DM: Traitormask shows his true colors. Excuse for a moment while I blast you all who gave me shit:
HAHA I FUCKING TOLD YOU!!! Concrete TG was a fraud from the moment he returned, tried to freeze me out of my rightful place in the war, and has spent the last 3 years getting fucking CHEERED by you morons.
He left us once for Connecticut. He just did it again. Do you believe me now?
SFJ420: The Number 7 Fraud of the Week is...Everyone who cheered for Concrete Takaken Gryfon after he came back from WWE the first time[/i]!!
DM: Fucking tools. Every. Last. One of You. This is even better than you assholes thinking Moose was turning face. Know what the sad part is? If he comes back, you'll cheer him again. You couldn't make this shit up.
OGMSJ: The Number 6 Fraud of the Week is...Tytan![/i]
DM: Speaking of downward spirals. Davin beats you, and you haven't fucking won since. Is it possible that I'm in your head THAT much? Over a match 2 months ago? Of course it is - you've been a mental midget since day 1 around here. Look at how you get led around by the nose?
SFJ420: The Number 5 Fraud of the Week is...Ecosystem![/i]
DM: May as well clean up Trinity here. A solid 0-3 week, topped off with Eco losing to Alexander Friggin' Darling. Yikes. Remember when you guys mattered? Yeah, that was last month. Now Eco's back to being what he always has been, and always will be. A joke.
OGMSJ: The Number 4 Fraud of the Week is...Alexis Darling![/i]
DM: She proves on a weekly basis just how damn good Mags and I are. Next!
SFJ420: The Number 3 Fraud of the Week is...FuckThatGuy![/i]
DM: You've got Sparxx this week, son. And your little run is over.
OGMSJ: The Number 2 Fraud of the Week is...wow, who knew? Alexander Darling!![/i]
DM: Yeah, you know, there's only so much I can really say anymore. You people cheer for his Jeff Hardy-wannabe-ass. I just don't understand. Someone will need to explain that.
SFJ420: And The Number 1 Fraud of the Week is..."Cubheart" Chris Evans![/i]
DM: I get it. However, you need to realize who the fuck you're talking to, Cubby. You think it's about a tournament? Son, you have no idea who you're in there with. Tournaments come and go, but snapping your ankle in 3 places would be fun for me. Oh, would that ruin your career, Cubby? Gosh, that would be too bad. You see, Cubby, I've tried. I've tried awfully hard to impart the wisdom necessary to make it in this business. See Sparxx? He listens. He takes my suggestions and also does some things on his own. He's about the be in the Final 4 of the Invitational as a result. You? You think you've got all the fucking answers. Everything I say or do, you ignore. You've regressed since I recruited you, and that's pretty sad. And now, Cubby? And now, you've got the balls to call me, the Greatest of All-Time out? I've been World Champ. 4 Times. The finish of this Invitational is not nearly as important to me as it is to you. So, you've got the opportunity to apologize for your disrespect. Otherwise, I won't be held responsible as to what happens in that ring.
Cock a doodle-doo, motherfucker!
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:47:23 GMT -5
President's Hotel Room, Guyana
An OOWF camera crew has been called up to The President's room to tape his next official spot promo. The various staff draw straws to see who is lucky enough to do the job; it is President's Day, after all, so surely The President has an ostentatious display ready for them. The lucky trio rush up to his room and after knocking, are met with a solemn "Enter." They walk into the unlocked room and find almost nothing out of the ordinary. There are a flute and guitar laying across the bed and that is the only difference between this room and any other. The President is standing at the far end, hands clapsed at the small of his back and his posture ramrod straight as he gazes out the window.
The crew is slightly confused, having heard all the stories about the OCD-like attention to detail and requirements The President has had for his promos. The 'director' of the three motions to the mic operator and cameraman to get ready.
Director: Mr. President, we're all set to record your words for OOWF TV.
President: Yes, of course. I have prepared a statement and then you may ask any questions you'd like.
The director motions to the other crewmen to start up.
Director: Whenever you're ready Mr. President.
President *Taking in a Deep Breath*: On this President's Day, the weight of the office makes itself doubly known to me. I was not of right mind a few nights past, when Surinamese insurgents mistook my words and turned to violence. All responsibility for the ensuing conflagration lie on my shoulders.
Yet, the experience proves another thing. I do not relish the limelight, the spotlight thrust upon me by leading the entire free world. Nor do I enjoy the worldwide attention that comes with being in the midst of a world title hunt. But these things are necessary; it has been made abundantly clear by the benign Parent of the Human Race that He wishes for me the duty of leadership. My words, my actions, and my example are to provide guidance for others. I fought for us against the wild Indians and the treacherous French who encouraged them. It was upon me that the fate of our fledgling new nation was entrusted. And as the so-called heroes of the past run and cower from the fight, it will be me taking up the mantle here in the OOWF.
Despite what Stan Fulton believes, himself deluded by narcissistic thoughts having been in my position before, I do not seek out the world championship for its own sake - just like I did not seek out the office of President for its own sake. That responsibility was thrust upon me by the people and by the Almighty; the same bears true for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. The title is a symbol, like the Presidency, of leadership to others. That is why it inevitably will fall into my hands. Only once I achieve victory in earning the championship will I be able to truly lead, as this federation so desperately needs. So no, Crusher, I do not do this out of some adolescent need to prove myself as "the new guy". I fight for the championship because I am fighting for the people.
The President turns around to face the camera, his posture still perfect. He raises both eyebrows, and the director takes the hint.
Director: Are you worried at all about the skills of Stan Fulton in the ring?
President *Smiling Slightly*: Of course. He is bigger than me, most likely stronger than me, and has a better pedigree. But that meant nothing for the French when they tried to run us off our land and it meant nothing for the British when they attempted to strong-arm us into submission; it will mean nothing for him in the ring. Strengths become weaknesses; he focuses on aggression, he can be lured into leaving himself open. He goes for brute strength, he is vulnerable to quickness. He relies on the technique he has been taught....well, we find out whose pedigree truly matters, won't we? I applaud him for finding notable teachers here in the OOWF. But I am no mat newbie; I would dare put my amateur experience and training up against his here in the OOWF any time.
Director: He mentioned that you might be making enemies, DH Magnusson in particular. Should you be prepared for reprisals from others?
President: I will cross that river when I get there.
Director: Any final words?
President: Just this. Mr. Fulton, there will be only one thing that matters come Mayhem. You would be wise to keep it in mind; may the better man win. For our sakes and for the OOWF.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:47:48 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx is taking a breather i the GFY gym. "Just a Dream" by Nelly is playing (I'm an original St. Lunatic) He sits on a bench with a towel draped over his shoulders and without his trusty shades. He drinks a Powerade as he watches Jewel work on an elliptical. He grins slightly as he watches her. He's then joined by a random SFJ, who sits beside him.
SFJ: Hi, J-P...
J-PS: How'd you get in here?
SFJ: We're allowed to use any of the OOWF-sponsored gyms. It's one of the perks.
J-PS: I feel ya.
The SFJ pulls out a microphone from her bag.
J-PS: Put dat thing away.
SFJ: Oh. I was hoping I could get an int...
J-PS: I'll shout at ya. Just no mics, I'll be real fo ya.
SFJ: Ok...
J-P looks back at Jewel, who hasn't noticed them on the bench.
SFJ: You really love her don't you?
J-P smirks.
J-PS: I'd like to say I get ma Usher on, but dat ain't true. Ma girl Jewel, she ma everythin', knowwhatI'msayin'?
SFJ: How long have you two been together?
J-PS: Since we were nine, yo.
SFJ: Nine???
J-PS: Yeah. You nevah been the only white kid in class have ya? She was the only one dat didn't throw spitballs at me n' shit. She was nice ta me. She became ma only friend.
SFJ: And then...
J-PS: Right, right. Years went by, next thing I knew, we were gettin it in at her moms while she was out, knowwhatI'msayin'? We been tagetha ever since. She ma light.
SFJ: She's your inspiration? That's so sweet.
J-PS: I do it all fo her. We goin' to da top. Come Hell or high watah, knowwhatI'msayin'? I'm so close. I nevah been dis close anywhere. It's ma dream, yo.
SFJ: Matt Folz is gonna be tough. And he's not happy with you.
J-PS: Yeah, I knows. I'll let ya in on a li'l secret. Folz? He tough. Davs thinks he's shit, but I'm da one dat's gotta git in da ring wit 'im. I'ma bring ma A-game.
J-P playfully arches his eyebrows at the SFJ
J-PS: The Spark's gon' git him, knowwhatI'msayin'?
SFJ: Yes, yes I do.
J-PS: We cool? I gotta git back ta work.
SFJ: We cool, J-P.
J-P and the SFJ bump fists.
J-PS: What's ur name? I might holla at'cha 'gain.
SFJ: April.
J-PS: Deuces, April.
April leaves. J-P goes back to watching Jewel on the elliptical, who never noticed J-P and April sitting together. J-P looks back at the camera has he drinks more Powerade.
J-PS: If ya evah love somebody put yur hands up.
J-P flashes the peace sign and heads back to the weight bench.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:48:14 GMT -5
Chris Evans is shown in the GFY locker room watching Davin’s latest Top 10 Fraud list.
*Evans turns his head towards a conveniently-placed video camera*
E: So, that’s the way you wanna do this, eh Davin? You think that just because I laid down for you once, that I’m gonna do it again. That because I hold so much respect for you, that I’m just tuck my tail between my legs and hand you a win?
And while I’m one the subject of respect.
Davin...Davin...Davin, I thought you were able to see things better than this, but I guess I was wrong. All this time, you seem to have misunderstood my respect for you, like you think I view and worship you as a god, like you think everyone else thinks about you. The only thing I respect about you is all of your accomplishments in the ring.
Now somehow, in your head, amidst all of your ideas of grandeur and self-adulation, you seem to have gotten it mixed up that I respect you as a person.
Truth of the matter is that couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t give 2 shits about you as a person, and I’m pretty sure I can vouch for everyone when I say that. Myself, the fans, the wrestlers, GM The Rick, hell, deep down even your wife probably feels that way.
Don’t worry, though, even though I think you’re a piece of shit, I’m not gonna cave your skull in like I said people have been wanting me to do. Not outside of the ring, that is. I prefer to keep my business in the ring. That’s one of the few things that I’ll grant you that I’m thankful you’ve reminded me of.
So go ahead, you wanna threaten me? Do it. You wanna break my ankle? End my career? Why stop at 3 places? Take a sledgehammer and smash my whole fucking ankle into powder. At that rate, why stop there? Just rip off my whole fucking foot while you’re at it. Rip my leg out of its socket and beat me with it. Bash my brains in with my own title. Because that is the only way that I’m backing down from you. Like you said, this tournament may mean nothing you, but this is my time to make an impact, and I don’t care who I have to take down or how I do it.
So as for that apology you’re waiting for, I wouldn’t get my hopes up too far there. And as far as Sparxx is concerned, he can continue to take all of this abuse and do nothing about it. I don’t need to take any of that, cause at the end of the day you know that I don’t need it, because *holds up the Onslaught championship* you know that I’m better than he is, and that I don’t need you to win titles.
But just remember this, write it down, make a little mental note, hell, go get your dirty little hippie mic-stand whore that you call a journalist to write it down for you.
Whatever you gotta do to remember this:
Never mistake my loyalty for subservience. Because even the most faithful dog will rip your throat out if you kick him hard enough.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:48:39 GMT -5
Ecosystem is watching OOWF-TV and sees the JP Sparxx interview. He cocks his head slightly in the middle. He steps back, turning to face Tytan.
Eco: Do you see yourself in that at all?
Tytan: In what? In the wannabe gangster?
Eco: He wants this thing very badly. He wants it for the right reasons.
Tytan: He doesn't deserve it. Every fan in the audience wants to be World Champion, doesn't mean you've got to go all moony-eyed.
Eco: But there's something charming here. Listen again.
Tytan: I don't see how that's different from anyone else. Everyone says they're doing it for something or someone when they're doing it for themselves.
Eco: ...
Tytan: Why were you at the Jim Jones church anyway? Did you know that guy was there?
Eco: Pondering different kinds of power. Jones's power is the kind of power that interests me. It's a power driven by personal attraction, not money or military. But the question I've been struggling with...can that power accomplish anything? Anything positive, I mean...does it always end with the drinking of Flavor Aid, can it only be made to destroy? Or can you break people only to build them?
But that's not really the question. The question is: Why did she know I'd be there?
Tytan: ...I'm not sure what you mean.
Eco stares cold at Tytan.
Eco: Fine. It's fine. Maybe I'm just...maybe my mind is a bit too overactive.
Eco walks for the door. As he does, he stops and feels his pocket, squeezing his fist tightly. He turns back to the TV
Eco: I wonder how that feels...do you think I made a mistake?
Tytan: With Fire?
Eco: (rolls eyes) No. No, not Fire. Haven't you been watching--never mind. Just, never mind.
Eco exits. Tytan leans back in his chair, shaking his head and smirking.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:48:56 GMT -5
OOWF House Show. After watching what I'm sure was a 5 star classic between Tavian Dracul and Carl from Fresno,the crowd is surprised to hear 'Baker Street' fire up, and OOWF Intercontinental Champion Matt Folz comes out alone with a really pissed off look on his face, the belt around his waist. Folz motions to the ring announcer for a mic.
MF: I have some things I want to get off my chest. To quote the late, great George Carlin, "This next piece of material is a list of things that piss... me....off"
First, DH Magnusson. I thought we were cool man, I mean I knew you didnt like me but we worked out together, trained together, no problems. Then you go wrap a motherfucking chain around my throat. You want a piece of me, fine, I won't retaliate backstage, but after the Invitational's over.....Streetfight, falls count anywhere. Man to man, no excuses. I'll see you then.
Moving on to Eric O'Mac. You come out here and say that having Evans and I as singles champions somehow hurts the company? Fuck you. You want a match for this belt? I can't help you, I've got bigger fish to fry. You aren't worth MY time. Nice 3rd rate Rock impersonation by the way, jackass. You call yourself a Sports Entertainment God? Let me give you a newsflash: I couldn't give a fuck about Sports Entertainment, I'm a goddamn WRESTLER. I can see why that would upset you though, considering your father couldn't spell wrestling even if you spotted him the first 7 letters. Seriously, if he didn't have his head permanently up his own ass and decided to actually give people a real opportunity, here's the roster he could have right now: Myself, Charlie Haas, Shelton Benjamin, Elijah Burke, Sean O'Haire, Matt Morgan, Nick Dinsmore, Low-Ki, not to mention Danielson's on the roster but getting literally nothing to do. But hey, if you have a chance to give a Pay Per View title match to a 65 year old hasbeen, you've gotta do it right? Eric, no one cares about you or your damn father so please shut the fuck up.
And while we're on the subject of people in love with the sound of their own voice, Hi Davin. You didn't think I forgot about you did you? Just to remind people here, I challenged you to literally any match you wanted and you turned me down. Which begs the question: Why? I mean, say what you want about Moose, but he's never turned down a challenge. LD Williams? Nope. Outback Jack? Always up for a fight. Same with Fire. So, why are you, Davin Moreland, The best champion OOWF History, The Best of the Best, The Most awesome thing that's ever awesomed, a God among mere mortals....blah blah blah, Why are you turning down a challenge from someone who as you claim every week on the dumbest recurring segment anywhere on tv is a fraud? If I'm such a fraud, shouldn't you be HAPPY to get in the ring with me, beat me in 20 seconds and totally embarras me? But no, you've showed your true colors, a guy who talks non stop shit about everyone, and pussies out when directly challenged. So you and the rest of your entourage: Moonbeam McConaughey, the Olympic midget who's 15 minutes should have expired well over a year ago yet still is inexplicably part of a national advertising campaign. your fugly ass wife.......Seriously man even YOU can do better, You can all say whatever the hell you want about me, I could care less. I've got better things to do than respond to hypocrites.
Even more than getting jumped by DH, even more than Eric or Davin, the thing that pisses me off the most? The lack of respect I'm getting. Not from you fans, but from the wrestlers backstage. I feel I should remind them of a few things:
I am Matt Folz
I AM the reigning Intercontinental Champion
I AM the defending OOWF Invitational Champion and the number one seed in this years Invitational
I went Seven years undefeated as an amatuer
I know the road is tough from here, but I don't care. Sparxx is talented, yeah,but not in my league. I have a great deal of respect for Stank but I know I can get by him. Evans and I in the finals will be a classic but I believe I'll beat him.
Bottom Line? You are looking at the Next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion.
Folz throws the mic down as his music begins to play and we Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:49:43 GMT -5
*There is a knock at the door of J-P Sparxx' Locker Room. Jewel answers*
J: Yo D.
DM: Hey Jewel. You know, you might want to towel this door. We're not back home, know what I mean?
J: Yeah, yeah. My fault, yo. We just fell asleep an' I forgot.
DM: You saw those promos too?
J: Like pullin' teeth, knowwhatimsayin?
DM: Yes, I do believe I know what you are saying. Is J-P here?
J: Yeah, come on in...
*They walk in, and we see J-P still in "waking-up" mode"
JPS: Yo D. What's good?
DM: *sits* Not those promos, that's for sure.
JPS: You preachin' to da choir, son.
DM: I saw yours too. Listen, I just wanted to talk to you about-
JPS: I know, I know, Folz ain't shit. I know.
DM: You're misunderstanding me when I say that, J-P. That guy's an adequate wrestler, ok? But he ain't got SHIT on you. Got me? If you want to do the respect shit, that's on you, but here's what I'm saying. You SHOULDN'T respect him in the ring. Know why? You're better than he is, and he's done nothing worthy of J-P Sparxx' respect. You go out there and wrestle him, knowing you're better. Don't think about it. Just kick his sorry ass and embarrass him. And I will do the same to our buddy Cubheart.
JPS: Yo man, Cubby lost his damn mind, son.
DM: I can't help that. I thought he was one kinda guy. Now after a few months I realize he's just another Indy Wanker Pussy who will never do shit about shit until it's already over. Him and the other guy just don't get it. You don't say jackshit for MONTHS, and then you come at me with some random verbal attack on me and my family? It's simple. They're scared. They're both scared. And they should be.
JPS: Folz is still pushing a match with you, D.
DM: Of course, it's easy to call someone out while they're STILL IN THE FUCKING TOURNAMENT. What a fucking fraud. That, my friend, is fraudulent behavior.
JPS: Definition of. So where we at?
DM: My suggestion is to go in there and beat the shit out of that guy like he's the nobody that he is. And I'm going to beat some sense into Cubby if it's the last thing I do.
JPS: Das right. I'm-a win that match, D. I'm makin da Final 4.
DM: Bullshit.
JPS: What?
DM: Bullshit. You're not making the Final 4.
*Davin stands up and claps Sparxx on the shoulder*
DM: I'll see you in the finals. Winner gets the belt. Sound good?
JPS: I ain't goin' easy on you, Dawg.
DM: I won't be either. Wouldn't have it any other way. Unlike a lot of people here, I actually do respect you - where you came from to get here. A lot like me. Nothing handed to you. I could tell you had "it" the second you got here. It's time to clean out the frauds, and we'll do it this Wednesday. You with me?
JPS: I'm with ya, D.
DM: Ok. And guys, towel that door. Trust me.
*Davin leaves and Jewel sticks a towel under the door*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:50:11 GMT -5
*OOWF House Show*
As Matt Folz is walking back up the aisle and his music starts to fade out, "THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE" blasts leading right to Trapt's "Headstrong" and Alexander Darling steps out from the back. Just as he's about to walk past Folz, he nods towards the ring and mouths for Folz to follow him. Alex walks a few steps in front of Matt and grabs a chair and tells Matt to take a seat. Folz doesn't look thrilled at being told what to do, but he takes a seat anyway. Alexander slides under the bottom rope and grabs the microphone that Folz left in the ring. Alex takes a seat on the turnbuckle.
Alexander: Before I move onto the pressing matters of my match this week with Trinity it seems as if there is an issue within Unforgiven. Normally this is something I'd have handled privately and behind closed doors but since it has now become a public issue, I feel as if it should be handled publicly.
Alexander glares at Folz who glares right back...
A few months ago when I first put Unforgiven together it was with the goal of taking some of the wrestlers who were on the cusp of breaking through to the next level and giving them that little bit extra. Taking the experience I've gathered here and using it to help others avoid the traps and obstacles that were put in front of me. That was the original goal when I recruited Mr. Folz over there and Bryce Larson into Unforgiven. Yet now Larson is being led around by the biggest flake this company has ever seen in Eric O'Mac and our "worthy" Intercontinental Champion over here is busy writing love letters to his boyfriend in GFY.
Folz stands up and is about to get in the ring...
Matt, I'm telling you this once. Sit down, shut up, and fucking listen.
Matt doesn't seem to be stopping as he climbs onto the apron. Alex gets off the turnbuckle and walks to face Folz face to face...
Matt, don't do this. When I came to you and gave you this offer you said you'd be willing to listen and learn. It's clear you haven't been listening, but if you step through those ropes, I guarantee you'll learn once again why you've never been able to beat me.
Matt is seen clearly yelling something at Alexander and Alexander is yelling something right back. Finally Folz just throws his hands in frustration and hops off the apron and starts to head to the back.
Sooner or later Matt, you'll realize that you can't keep walking in two worlds. Either you go all-in or you're going to realize that you have nothing left to win with. I've been giving you a chance to realize that respect and admiration will get you nowhere in this business. Heart, soul, and the desire to be the best is all you need. No one is ever going to care what you think about Chris Evans or anyone else...they're only going to care whether or not you beat Chris Evans. I haven't given up on you yet Folz.
Folz turns to look back one last time and seemingly sighs before stepping through the curtain and heading to the back. Alexander shakes his head before heading back to the turnbuckle and hopping up to take a seat.
Now that that's been handled let me turn to my focus this week; Trinity. I could go off on philosophical tangents and talk on Eco's level but I've never felt the need to be that type of person. Junichiro likes to talk a lot and use his Ivy League education to make himself seem like the smartest man in the room. What Juni doesn't realize is that I've never been one to allow something like intelligence to stop me from achieving my goals. Eco may have the book smarts that some of us can only dream about, but he lacks something I have in spades. Common fucking sense.
See, here's the thing Eco. You can talk about Jim Jones' motivations or the wars in this area and act like it means something in the grand scheme of things and the truth is it really doesn't. The history you speak of isn't the full story because those of us with common sense realize that history is written by the victors. So, speak about you philosophy and your goals and the truth is it won't matter because when people look back and try to figure out what happened to Trinity it won't be your teachings and goals they remember. No, they're going to remember the people that have stepped up and defeated you. They're going to remember LD Williams because he's going to take that steroid-riddled moron you hang around with and show the world why LD Williams isn't someone to mess with. They're going to remember Alexis Darling and Sydney Wyld because they're going to show Fire the truth. Whether it's through actions or words, Fire will realize what you are and another brick will crumble from your foundation.
And then Juni, they're going to remember Alexander Darling. They're going to read about how it was me who put the final nail in your coffin. How it was me who didn't bow down to you and your holier than thou attitude. How it was Alexander Darling who always fought back against you and never let you become the martyr you've tried to be. They're going to remember that it was me who offered you true salvation. How I offered you a peaceful end to Trinity and how you refused to accept that. And then they're going to remember that your greatest fear is going to become truth...you will not be remembered as Junicihiro Muyo, the man. You will just be remembered as Ecosystem, the tyrant and false prophet. And even worse for you is that I will be remembered because I am Alexander Darling, and well, you're just not.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:50:45 GMT -5
As Alexander takes a step toward the ropes, "Immortal" by Adema hits the PA system. Ecosystem slowly walks out carrying a microphone, staring directly at Alexander, smirking.
Eco: Alexander Darling. The champion, the big hero, the good guy. Your catchphrase is so much more appropriate than most, you know that? I don't intend to ever trust Moosehead Jack. I don't ever intend to perform a sexual act on myself, no matter what Davin Moreland might want to watch. But your little coda is correct: I will NEVER be Alexander Darling.
AD: And you should be afraid of who you have become.
Eco: Now hold on, Alexander, hold on. You've had your little simple-man monologue, it's my turn now.
You say your "common fucking sense" is what gets you by over Professor Muyo's book-learning. You come out here and talk to all these people, self-consciously use your hackneyed metaphors--having in spades, bricks will crumble, nail in coffin--and you falsely reassure them. Because you tell them that all the musings of Professor Muyo don't really matter. That every bit of history left to the losers doesn't really matter.
Alexander Darling, you are a liar, a demagogue of the ignorant. There is a reason that the educated, those who know Jim Jones' motivation and the history of African wars, those who know the names of the Roman Emperors and speak three dead languages, there is a reason that WE run the world, while all "your people" are consigned to sit in these stands and enjoy themselves for an hour before returning home to their trailer park to get down to the business of beating their wives.
The crowd boos while Alexander Darling rolls his eyes.
AD: You've lowered yourself to cheap heat, Eco?
Eco: No, no Alex, I'm engaging in a bit of hyperbole, but the point is truer than you want to acknowledge. Common sense is shit. Common sense will save you embarrassment, help you avoid a fight, figure out how to best travel to your grandma's house. But common sense isn't what makes you money, what gets you a job, what makes you politically strong. Education will. Education wil give you all the class, status and power you need for those things. Despite our respective upbringings, Alexander, education has allowed me to fundamentally surpass--
Eco pauses for a second.
Eco: You know what? I don't need to talk forever. You're beyond listening. So let me make the message very clear.
You, Alexander Darling, are my inferior in society, ability, and despite your background--class, just as everyone in this audience is.
This is an old story, Alexander, and it doesn't need embellishment. Alexander, but if you care about nothing from history, remember this: the proletariat has never truly overcome the aristocracy.
They will remember me as a tyrant, Alexander, and so be it. But they won't remember you.
Ecosystem puts down his microphone and smirks as Alexander gestures broadly for him to come down to the ring, but Eco turns and leaves.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:51:14 GMT -5
Firewoman watches Ecosystem's promo on Alexander in the ring, and smiles. Then she turns back to her phone call, speaking in Japanese. Tytan comes in and she hangs up.
Tyt: Why so happy?
FW: Sensei is not backing down. He won't be distracted from Alexander by other less important things.
Tyt: Good.
FW: Tytan...I meant what I said.
Tyt: About?
FW: Your shovel. It's important for me to show Sensei I'm still loyal to him. And it's important to you. It's your symbol of respect and power, and you want it, therefore I, as your sister, shall get it for you.
Tyt: Thank you, but really, how?
FW: Well, I was just talking to some friends in --
Tyt: I heard. Didn't Eco tell you--
Tytan is interrupted by Ecosystem entering the Trinity locker rooms, looking annoyed.
FW: Sensei? What's wrong?
Eco: Just annoyed, dear. What have you been working on?
FW: Trying to find Gryphon. My...um, contacts are so far unable to locate--
Eco: *looking at her sternly* Didn't I ask--
FW: *looking down and very sorry* You did but I had exhausted all legitimate channels. Also, Sensei...I checked. Alexander doesn't have ... well, not the kind of connections that would get a hitman flown to Guyana.
Eco: Why would you know --
FW: You've left OOWF-TV on the last couple of days. I thought you trusted me enough that I could watch it.
Eco: I....well, I guess you're still here, so I guess I do.
FW: Of course, Sensei. Tytan...can we have a minute?
Tytan nods and leaves, muttering about his shovel. Firewoman walks up to Ecosystem and puts a hand softly on his shoulder as she looks up at him through her eyelashes.
FW: It doesn't matter what they say about you or me or Tytan or Trinity as a whole. Remember when I regained consciousness? How angry I was that you didn't just let me die? That you had me revived?
Eco: Twice.
FW: Yes, twice.
Eco: You trashed two intensive care rooms.
FW: Sensei, you saved me physically, and then you saved me emotionally. I was driven by rage and vengeance. Those were the only things that mattered to me. But you showed me that forgiveness heals. I have forgiven those who hurt me in the past. I tried to show them that the only way I did that was by dying and being reborn, just like you were.
Firewoman puts her head down and looks sad.
Eco: What is it, my dear?
FW: It's just that...it didn't work, Sensei. They didn't see. In fact it drove them further away from your message of salvation.
Eco: You are truly saddened by this?
FW: Of course! One happy family, that's what you promised me. I really wanted that.
Ecosystem is a mixture of surprise and happy as he wraps his arms around her.
Eco: Don't give up hope. It could still happen.
FW: I won't give up hope. I can't, if you still have hope.
Eco: Good. *He kisses her on the forehead.* Now I have to go prepare for our match. You should do the same.
FW: In a moment. I have a few more calls to make.
Ecosystem kisses her forehead again and walks off. Fire watches him go then makes another call.
FW: Yeah...it's me.............No, and if he IS involved with them, I'll skin him alive.................right....okay......look, I can't get to Crete............but I know someone who can.................I'll text you the info, if you can make that happen..............thanks.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:51:40 GMT -5
**Concrete TG is in a locker room of indeterminate location. He’s holding Tytan’s shovel, and has an uncertain look on his face.**
CTG: “I’m still not sure this is a good idea.”
Unseen Female: “We’ve been over this.”
CTG: “But the whole point was to make sure it couldn’t be used to harm anyone else. If I send it back…”
UF: “You’ve made a career out of doing what was best for the OOWF. This is what’s best for the OOWF. Yes, you’re sending it back, but think of the hands you’re putting it in. It will be put to good use. Trust me.”
**CTG flinches at the last sentence.**
UF: “Sorry.”
CTG: “Tell me again why you’re the one asking for it?”
UF: “We figured your new family would have less problem with me coming here than someone from the OOWF. Besides it’s what I do.”
CTG: “And?”
UF: “And because we figured Tytan will try to take it back once he knows where it is. I hope he tries.”
CTG: “Better, but that’s not all of it.”
UF: <sighs> “Fine. We knew you might be …reluctant. I’m asking nicely, but I’m leaving with that shovel, whether you hand it over willingly or not.”
CTG: <Nodding> “Now I believe you. I don’t like it…I know I’m going to regret it…I just hope it’s the right decision.”
**The camera pans behind Concrete as he hands over the shovel, and we see he’s handing it to L.D. Williams’ Mother**
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:52:08 GMT -5
FADE to a nondescript locker room where The Crusher Stan Fulton is unpacking. Former AWA announcer Lee Marshall enters and sits.
SF: "Lee."
LM: "Stan. How's it going?"
SF: "Dandy. What's up?"
LM: "Wondering if we can do one more interview. Just got word my granddaughter needs braces."
SF: *sigh* "Sure. What about this time?"
LM: "How 'bout a review of this week's OOWF promos and then one more shot at the President?"
SF: "Why not. Let's toss a look at my opponent possibilities next week."
LM: "OK, I'll go clear it with Rick and get the camera set up in the arena."
SF: "Alright. I'm going to hit the gym here and then I'll be over in the afternoon."
LM: "Fine. See you then."
Marshall gets up and walks out.
SF: "I suppose I'd better rewatch the promos, too."
Fulton flips OOWF-TV on and grabs a Dasani while he continues to unpack.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:52:33 GMT -5
Tytan and Ecosystem are SITTING~! in the Trinity locker room. Ecosystem is looking up obscure philosophical references and Tytan is BROODING~! with his fake, substandard replacement shovel. Firewoman glides in all smiles, in her street clothes.
Eco: Your white ringwear is back from the cleaners, you should really get it on and get ready.
FW: In a minute. I don't want to get it all smoky.
Eco: Huh?
Firewoman grabs the fake substandard replacement shovel out of Tytan's hands.
Tyt: HEY!
He stands up angrily, but Fire dismisses him with a wave of her hand. She lays the shovel on the ground and picks up a container of mineral spirits, because they leave those things laying around, and dumps it on the shovel. Ecosystem joins Tytan standing up, but before either of them can do anything, she takes her Zippo lighter and ignites the fluid, thus also igniting the shovel.
Eco: Are you insane?
Tyt: Of course she is.... Dammit Fire, I was going to use that tonight.
FW: Brother Tytan....you COULD have used that shovel. Or.....
She steps into the hall and walks in with another one.
FW: .... you could use the ORIGINAL shovel that started Sensei's quest for the salvation of the OOWF, and that brought us all together.
Tyt: How did....
Eco: Yes, Fire...how did you manage this?
FW: *smiling slyly* I have my ways. See? I told you I would get it for Tytan. For ALL of us! But especially for you Sensei. Maybe NOW the OOWF will see you and your mission for what you truly are. Like I do.
Ecosystem looks at both of them, Firewoman smiling and awaiting Ecosystem's approval, Tytan looking at his old shovel....and smiles.
FW: That's better. Tonight is the beginning of the end, Sensei. The OOWF will see the true path to salvation, starting tonight.
Eco: Starting with LD Williams, Alexis, and ... Alexander. And you are okay with that, Lisa?
FW: If that's what needs to happen for salvation to occur....then so be it.
Tyt: So be it.
Eco: So be it.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:52:57 GMT -5
*Fade in* to The Brass Knuckle Kings standing in front of a banner with their logo, in gear and seemingly ready to go. Lauren & Maria are right behind them, followed by select members of the BKK Posse.Bryce Larson: Tonight’s the night. Eric O’Mac: That’s right, tonight we make things easy, just how I like them. BL: Drink & Destroy? Stepping stone. We take them out, and we’re on to the champs. EOM: Moosehead Jack, congrats on tossing down your world championship in favor of a tag team title. I tried it, too! It was fun. It was great. BL: Yeah, but you didn’t waste yours! EOM: Nope. As soon as we get our shot, Mooseyboy is going to wish he kept the world title. BL: Left with nothing. EOM: But first, we get through tonight. BL: That’s right. Dungeons & Dragons, you better hope the referee doesn’t turn his back-- EOM: --or blink slowly. BL: ‘Cause we got these... Both men raise their fists, each hand with a pair of brass knucks on them.EOM: You gon’ git yours! That’s right-- BL: --motherfucker! Gon’ git yours! Posse member Francois: [from the background] Play ze muzik! Their theme song plays and we *fade out* to their logo.www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqsjhedLCow
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:53:34 GMT -5
DVD walks into the Destroyatorium and sees Outback Jack sitting at a table drinking a Fosters, Dynamite Danny Taylor sits across from him staring intently at a pair of brass knuckles. DVD joins them and sits in silence for a bit before raising his eyebrow and pointing his thumb in the direction of DDT.
DVD: What is he doing?
OBJ: He is studying the symbol of his enemy. The aborigines believe that if you know your enemies symbols, you know the way to their weakness.
DVD: Really?
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for maybe. This week Eric and Larson have overlooked us, called us "stepping stones" allready begun planning their Title wins. They keep making the same mistake others have. They think "Drink and Destroy" is just a name, or just a faction, or just a tag team. They fail to realise that it is more than that, it is a mantra, it is a way of life. I get it, (he points at Danny) he gets it. You get it.
DVD: Yeah, I get it, but what about Eric and Larson....
DDT looks up from the brass knuckles a wicked smile crossing his face.
OBJ: (a wide smile crossing his face as well) Oh don't worry, tonight they will definetly get it.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:53:44 GMT -5
CUT to an empty gymnasium at the New Amsterdam Multilateral High School. Standing in the middle of the ring is former AWA announcer Lee Marshall and The Crusher Stan Fulton. Fulton is holding the DDT Iron Man title over one shoulder.
LM: “Hello and welcome fans to New Amsterdam, Guyana, the site of tonight’s Midweek Mayhem. It’s round three of the 2011 OOWF Invitational. We started with 32 wrestlers and now we’re down to eight. Hoping to proceed to next week’s final four is my guest at this time, DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton.
“Stan, you are one of the top eight wrestlers in this tournament. Your thoughts.”
SF: “Lee, I’m one of the top wrestlers on this roster. And frankly, there’s at least one wrestler that doesn’t belong in the top eight, tournament or no. That man calls himself The President.
“Let me tell you something, Prez. I can respect your abilities. You have some talent for this endeavor. You beat a OOWF Hall of Famer. Granted that man is long past his prime. And you beat DH Magnusson. And that was only after he probably suffered a concussion. But I’m not concussed and I’m not retired. I’m in my prime.”
“I’ve been in your shoes, Prez. I’ve felt that desire for respect and glory. So believe me when I say this. You’re not beating me to get it. I take nothing away from your abilities, but you’re outclassed tonight. Someday you might be a World champion. But tonight you will lose.
“Take it like a man and I’ll be happy to shake your hand tonight after the referee raises my arm. You’ll have your respect. You just won’t have a win.”
LM: “Any thoughts on the other competitors in this tournament?”
SF: “Ya know, Lee, ‘respect’ is a good word. It’s a meaningful word. Because I respect a lot of the guys still in this tournament.
“Stank. You know I got nothin’ but respect for you. Thank you, my mentor and friend. I hope we get to face each other in the finals.
“Matt Folz. You were my partner and my trainer. I owe you a lot. Thankfully, it’s not any of my cash anymore.”
Fulton smiles just a little.
SF: “JP Sparxx. I took you for granted when you arrived. I thought you were a flash-in-the-pan. I was wrong. You gots the goods. And after seeing what you said about Jewel, I was wrong about you being a douche too. You’re the real deal.”
LM: “Any comment on Niles Anderson?”
SF: “Who?”
LM: “Moving on. Chris Evans?”
SF: “He’s not one to be trusted. He turned on Ravenna Blue and Concrete TG, then laid down to lose a title. He doesn’t have the heart to be a champion.
“Finally we come to Davin Moreland. And he’ll tell you I saved the best for last. And he’s right. The man is a flat-out winner. And I can respect that he doesn’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks about the way he goes about his business. Now, his Fraud of the Week schtick is pretty lame, but there is no doubt he puts butts in the seats and that means a bigger paycheck for me too. So here’s to you, Davin.”
Fulton takes a long swig of Dasani.
SF: “Now do I think I’ll lose to any of them? Not a chance in Hell. This is my time, Lee. I am the next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. Ya see, I’m what they were thinking of when they put the word ‘heavyweight’ on there.
“And now, after I’ve paid my dues in the OOWF, I’m what they were thinking of when they put the word ‘Champion’ on there. I am the best there is right now. I am the future of this company. I am the irresistible force and immovable object rolled into one.
“I am The Crusher Stan Fulton. Enjoy the pain.”
Fulton leaves the ring and the camera PANS to center Lee Marshall in the frame.
LM: “There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight it’s Stan Fulton versus the President on Midweek Mayhem. Tickets still available at the box office or Ticketmaster locations. I’m Lee Marshall. Good afternoon everyone.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:54:24 GMT -5
*Stank is taping his knee when SFJ#5 walks in, camera crew in tow.*
Stank - No interviews today, Isabella.
SFJ#5 - Por que'?
Stank - Because I don't want to.
SFJ#5 - Okay. Off the record?
Stank - Nothing is ever really off the record around here with ninjacams about.
SFJ#5 - I just wanted to know how you feel about not having defended your tag team championship since you won it?
Stank - How do I feel? I don't feel anything. It's not my fault it hasn't happened.
SFJ#5 - Well you are in the tournament.
Stank - So I'm supposed to just lie down? Take a dive? I would never do that and Moose wouldn't want me to do that.
SFJ#5 - So what happens if...?
Stank - Didn't I tell you no interviews?
SFJ#5 - Esto es informal.
Stank - Bullshit. Dejeme solo.
SFJ#5 - Fine. I'm leaving.
Stank - Good.
SFJ#5 - Good.
Stank - Leave then.
SFJ#5 - I'm going.
Stank - Doesn't look like it.
SFJ#5 - Please tell me-
Stank - Out.
*SFJ#5 reluctantly motions for her camera crew to leave. As she walks out, Stank resumes taping his knee. He finishes that task and starts lacing up his boots. He forgoes putting on his knee brace, instead walking out into the hall of random encounters where he predictably encounters someone, not 10 paces from the locker room... LJ Bennett.*
Stank - Shouldn't you be in prison?
LJB - They let me out on good behavior.
Stank - Right.
LJB - My parole officer is right over there.
Stank - Grunt? Grunt is your parole officer?
LJB - We can't all choose our career after professional wrestling.
Stank - Grunt can barely string two sentences together.
LJB - He's not a public speaker he's a parole officer.
Stank - Not a very good one seeing as how you're both out of the country.
LJB - Bah! Details.
*Stank shuts his eyes in frustration, waves his hands and shakes his head.*
Stank - Just... just stay away from me.
LJB - I would think you'd approve seeing how Grunt is partially responsible for my incarceration in the first place.
Stank - And here I thought it was because you murdered your brother and tried to illeagaly seize the OOWF in his name.
LJB - Bah! Details.
Stank - I'm walking away.
LJB - Wait. Do you know how much it cost Niles Anderson to get his suit cleaned?
Stank - WHAT the fuck are you talking about?
LJB - When Grunt wrecked my mansion and allowed stinking pigs to overrun the place in order to rescue Ax-Man and Alexis Darling.
Stank - Is there a point somewhere in all this?
LJB - Niles's suit was covered in pig slop.
Stank -
LJB -
Stank -
LJB - The dry cleaning bill came to $108.
Stank -
LJB -
Stank - I'm walking away.
LJB - No. You don't get to walk away from that.
Stank - Excuse me?
LJB - You don't get to walk away.
Stank - Why the fuck not?
LJB - You owe Niles Anderson $108.
Stank - Ha!
LJB -
Stank - Wait. You're serious.
LJB - That I am.
Stank - Okay... I have a number of questions, but I think I'll just ask the one that may get to the heart of the matter.... why do I owe Niles $108.
LJB - It's your fault.
Stank - What's my fault?
LJB - The pigs? The mud? The suit?
*Stank looks over at Grunt staring up at the ceiling for God knows whatever reason. Stank shakes the curiosity of that from his head and looks back down at LJ Bennett.*
Stank - It stands to reason that Grunt would be responsible for Niles cleaning bill.
LJB - Grunt? Grunt is barely a functioning adult.
Stank - Be that as it may, even if you were to excuse him from responsibility, how in the blue FUCK do you come to the conclusion I have ANY thing to do with what happened to Niles?
LJB - You wrote the promo.
Stank - Oh fuck me. You're going to bring Kayfabe into this?
*Kayfabe walks onto the scene holding a cup of coffee. For the moment she appears bored and doesn't say anything.*
LJB - That promo won promo of the year. You profited from Niles humiliation ergo you owe him at the minimum $108 for his dry cleaning bill.
Stank - Why not blame me for the wrecked mansion as well?
LJB - I was getting to that.
Stank - Bennett are you on drugs? Is something wrong with you? Are you sure... YOU... want to be talking to me about this?
LJB -
Stank - I'm walking away.
*Stank turns and walks away. LJ Bennett yells down the hall after him.*
LJB - Hey! Listen! I got my doubts, All right? How come they never found Biggie and Tupac's murderers, but they could arrest O.J. the next day? Nicole Simpson can't rap! I want justice!
*Stank talks under his breath.*
Stank - The more things change, the more they stay the same.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:54:56 GMT -5
*Fade in* as Bryce Larson approaches Chris Evans in Lionheart's locker-room.
CE: The hell?
BL: Listen, I saw the shit Davin's said about your match with him.
CE: I'm sure where said it puts our shit to shame.
BL: Yeah, he has no idea. That match made our careers, but he's a master at playing mind games. He's good at it, and it works.
CE: Well aware. So what's the visit about.
BL: Eric eliminated himself from the tournament, so my horse is out of that race. If he was in there, I'd be backing him. Hell, I'd probably run interference for him if he needed it. But he showed Moose that anyone can toss a world title opportunity aside for tag team glory. So the way I see it, since we're forever linked and all, you're my horse in this race.
CE: I don't need any help, I'm ready for Davin.
BL: I know you are. And I know he's ready for you. He's right in what this win would do for your career. Hell, him making me look like a fool in the eyes of the entire wrestling world was still considered a rub. He's at that level. Just know that I'll be watching the monitor, rooting for you.
CE: Well, thanks.
BL: But be ready, because he'll be ready. And something I've learned from Eric...always have a back-up plan.
Bryce tosses an item--wrapped in newsprint--to Chris.
CE: What's this?
BL: Back-up plan. Just in case.
Larson leaves the room as Evans opens up the wrapping to reveal a brand new, shiny, never-used pair of brass knuckles. Evans shows no facial reaction as he tosses them aside and we *fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:55:23 GMT -5
Backstage (Hallway Outside the Locker Rooms), New Amsterdam, Guyana
The President watches Stan Fulton's latest promo on a monitor. He rubs his chin thoughtfully, as if stroking a beard (he doesn't have one). An anonymous female journalist comes rushing up to The President with magic cameraman in tow.
SAFJ: Mr. President, Mr. President! You've just seen what Stan Fulton had to say, only hours away from your match. Do you have any words in response?
President *Nodding Solemnly*: I thought this might happen. The powers of the OOWF will not lay down easily; this latest strategy of a last-minute shot across the bow is no surprise. The closer I get to victory and the eventual beginning of the mending of the OOWF, the harder and harder those who wallow in this pit will fight back. The harder and harder it will become to begin to repair the cracks. For the OOWF will never be destroyed from the outside. If it falters, it will be because it destroyed itself. Stan Fulton is all too eager to let that happen. He is far too concerned with saving face by stamping down the new guy. He is far too concerned with showing off his prowess and strength. And he is way off the mark when it comes to what we both hope to achieve. Mr. Fulton, I am not searching for respect or glory; my dream is of a place and a time where the OOWF will once again be seen as the last best hope of wrestling. Your dream is to simply be champion, to stand on top of the mountain and everything else be damned. Even as the OOWF burns around him, Stan Fulton would rather grab hold of the championship fiddle and play on, unconcerned.
SAFJ: What?
President: Nero and Rome, my dear. Of course Nero was not actually playing a fiddle and standing by doing nothing but that does not make for a good parable. Now you asked if I had some words, I did indeed prepare a statement. Perhaps this will provide the Crusher with some idea of just where I am truly coming from.
The President reaches into the pocket of his frock, and procures a yellowed piece of paper. He unrolls it as the AFJ holds the microphone steady. From the opposite pocket in his frock, The President secures a pair of reading glasses and puts them on.
President: No-score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new federation, conceived in battle and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great hidden war, testing whether that federation or any federation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war - the squared circle. I have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their careers that this federation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above my poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us - that from these honored legends we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these careers shall not have passed in vain, that this federation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that wrestling of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.
The President removes his glasses, and puts both them and the paper back into his frock. He looks directly into the camera.
President: I do not think much of a man who is not wiser today than he was yesterday. Mr. Fulton, you can lay the blame on concussions for my victory last week all you want. But DH Magnusson was not the only one who took that hit. We both did, and when push came to shove I fought through that and he couldn't. Because he, like yourself, are only wrestling out of self-interest. I am fighting for this very league, for the OOWF itself. You tell us all to 'Feel the Pain!'; pain is easily ignored when you do not care about your own well-being. And I do not, Mr. Fulton, I will run this body ragged, past its very limits and beyond! Because all that matters is that light at the end of the tunnel. You may bring the pain, but I shall not feel it.
So...wrong about my motives, wrong about the wrestling in-the-ring, and yet you continue to prop yourself up. Mr. Fulton; what kills a skunk is the publicity it gives itself. *The President pauses, looking intently into the dead center of the camera.* May the better man win tonight.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 15:55:53 GMT -5
*Davin is on his as-yet-unsponsored phone. We see this through a crack in the door, as we've gone all TNA Reaction on this promo. RIP TNA Reaction. Regardless, he's more unaware of ninjacams than usual. Disclaimer: Warning - this promo might portray Davin as an actual human being in parts, and not a one-dimensional heel. Apologies in advance. Ok, no actual apology, because too bad if you can't handle an actual layered personality. That's right. Too bad. Anyway...*
DM: Hi honey...how is everything?....Well, you don't HAVE to go to my Mom's every day...I know you have nothing else to do...wait a second, you can do anything you fucking want...except that...NOT YET...dammit, would you just please accept that I am right here?....I do NOT fuck my mother, jerl....ok....yeah...it's gonna be..something........well, that's the beauty of it. I win either way...either I'm in the Final 4 which, whatever, or I make Chris finally sac up and do what he's capable of....hell, I recruited him for a reason Sammy. Fuck, it was mostly your idea....ok, maybe you would have done things differently....ok, not maybe....fine, you're right, and I'm wrong. I'm ok with that, at least one of us is right....Yes, that's why we're the "bestest couple ever".....no, that does NOT mean you can come back....Fuck Sammy, I don't really want to discuss it anymore....anymore TODAY, fine.....Fine.....Fine....Ok....I'll call you tonight before we leave....I'll tell Moony you said hi....and I'll tell Shawn that Mom says hi....ok....love you too...Bye.
*He hits the off-button and starts taping his knee*
*fade*
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