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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:21:04 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From La Guadalupe, Colombia
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Stank vs. J-P Sparxx
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Matt Folz vs. Davin Moreland
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] The Brass Knuckle Kings vs. Drink & Destroy
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] Chris Evans vs. Alexander Darling
Best of Seven Series – Match 3 – Stips TBA[/u] Texpress (1-1) vs. The Flyin Hawaiians (1-1)
DH Magnusson vs. Darius Prentiss Firewoman vs. Ecosystem Tytan vs. LD Williams Moosehead Jack & Stan Fulton vs. Psykle & The President
Card subject to drug lord take over
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:21:31 GMT -5
*After the cameras for the PPV stop rolling extra footage catches Stank standing in the middle of the ring with the World Title slung over his shoulder soaking in the cheers from the crowd. Stank looks around at the audience with a wry grin. He looks back over his shoulder at the Onslaught Champion stirring in the middle of the ring. Stank limps over to Chris Evans as Chris sits himself up onto one shoulder. Stank kneels down beside him and clasps Evans behind his head.*
Stank - Good match, Chris. You've come a long way. You're a hell of a wrestler. Took me to my limit. I'm sure we'll do this again sometime. Best of luck to you.
*Stank rises and pulls Evans to his feet. The crowd roars their approval at the display of sportsmanship. Evans doesn't know quite what to make of this but he makes no moves indicating bitterness at having lost. The ref hands Evans his belt and he and Stank raise their respective titles up high. Stank exits the ring and meets LD Williams and Moose at the top of the ramp, limping badly the whole way. The crowd is cheering but Stank pretty much ignores them at this point. We can see Stank ask LD about the whereabouts of Rick and Williams shrugging his shoulders as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:21:58 GMT -5
*Gorilla Position*
A few moments after Moose and LD follow Stank to the backstage area, Alexander arrives in the gorilla position and seems to be waiting. A few seconds later, Chris Evans steps through the curtain. As soon as he sees Alexander he gets into a defensive position.
Evans: What the hell are you doing here?
Alexander: Just wanted to see what kind of shape you're in.
Evans: Don't you have some drama to deal with as usual?
Alexander: You would think so, but I wanted to do this first.
Evans looks ready for Alex to attack, but Alex gives a small golf clap...
Evans: Huh?
Alexander: Just wanted to let you know other people thought you stepped up big this past week.
Evans: Thanks, I think...
Alexander: Don't thank me. The past week is over. Time to look to the future. You have something I want. No more drama, no more games. Back to business and you're first Cubby.
Evans gets in Alexander's face...
Evans: Tytan, Davin, Fulton and so close to taking out Stank...what makes you think you're not going to be next.
Alexander: Because Chris, you're not ready for this. Tytan was a shell because of me. Davin only cares about himself so you can never be sure why you beat him. Fulton isn't in our class until he gets focused. And Stank, well as you said, you almost had him. I'm Alexander Darling, Cub...that Onslaught Title is mine. Shine it up for me.
Evans: You just like to hear yourself speak, don't you...
Alexander smirks as he turns away...
Alexander: Welcome to the majors. Time to see if you deserve it...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:22:28 GMT -5
*Several Hours later, Davin Moreland, Samantha Darling-Moreland, Moonbeam, Shawn Johnson, Chris Evans, J-P Sparxx and Jewel are all seated in a quiet corner of the Popponessett Inn Restaurant right up the street from Davin's house. Everyone's onto coffee/dessert/drinks portion of the meal, so Davin takes this opportunity to hear himself talk. Perhaps others will engage him in a colloquy, but it matters not.*
DM: So thank you all for agreeing to come up here. I know it was a long flight, but I wanted to celebrate with actual food that won't give us dysentery or is laced with cyanide.
CE: Celebrate? Celebrate what? We all fucking lost.
JPS: Yo, Cubbie gots a point der, son.
DM: Well, first, you can't win them all. Second, did you guys really lose? I mean fuck, J-P, you're a ROOKIE and you made the Final 4 of the Invitational. And you gave Stank EVERYTHING that you had. You converted a LOT of people over the course of this tournament. You made believers out of almost every vet in that locker room. The good news is, that means respect and better matches for you. the bad news is, you're done sneaking up on people. No one's gonna hear you talk and think you're just some country bumpkin anymore. You're going to have to keep that skill level high night after night.
JPS: Das a'ight, son. I got dis. I GOT dis.
J: You got dis, baby, you tell 'em. You been waitin yo who damn life for dis.
SDM: And now you, Mr. Evans. Stank may have won the title, but goddamn if you're not the talk of the tournament. NOBODY had a road like you did. Rumor has it that this has put you consistently with the big boys. You know, the real main eventers. But with that comes responsibility. You've gotta keep your spot, because there are people always there to take it when you slip up. Can you do that?
CE: I was too close to being the World Heavyweight Champion, Sam. Too close. I'm not going to stop until I get there, and then I'm gonna bogart that shit once I get it.
*They all laugh*
SDM: Moony taught you that one?
CE: What about you, Davin? You and Moose lost to 2 green rookies. What the fuck?
DM: *sighs* I guess I haven't been paying as close attention to Moose since the Japan Tournament as I should have been. That wasn't the same guy out there. That was some older, slower version of my cousin out there. It's like he was moving in molasses.
OGMSJ: You kicked him in the face.
DM: Fucking right I kicked him in the face. He had plenty of time to get out of the way, that is, the old Moose would have gotten out of the way. This guy gets blasted in the face and loses to rookies like some dope. He deserved to be kicked in the face for his performance out there.
SFJ420: And now you get Folz next.
DM: Fuckthatguy. So help me Evans, I don't want to hear a word. A word. Clear? That guy doesn't deserve to be in the same ring with me, never mind in the same conversation. Rick continues this haphazard bullshit booking, so here we are. Calls me out 400 times and just gets a match. Davin Moreland, only 6-Pack Champion in OOWF History, winner of the Grand Slam faster than anyone in history, has held the World Title more times than anyone else in history - he doesn't get a fucking say. Tired of this bullshit. Since I'm up here, I'm-a talk to the board. We need a new damn GM.
SDM: You know, that reminds me.
DM: Of?
SDM: Oh, 3 years ago...around this time...not too far from here...
DM: Shit, you weren't even around then.
SDM: Nope. Right around End of Days. New Hampshire. Maine. Buzzards Bay. Even Mianus, CT. I'm pretty sure it can be found on Page 6 in the OO OOWF Threads.
DM: When the war was set into motion.
SDM: The top wristlock.
DM: Right, when I lost the Onslaught Title. Bennett was already skulking around. Creech was made the senior referee. Stank was working on his 1st title reign, on his way to holding it longer than anyone else. Chad and Zane were known as Phantos and Lucios and they wore masks...and we were Run DLP. You know, that's why the crowd pops whenever we do a Run DLP spot.
SDM: Davin was the faciest face in the OOWF back then.
DM: Disgusting once you think about it.
CE: So, The Top Wristlock, that was you, Alex, Eric and...
DM: Dead. Well, THE Dead. He had a 3rd person gimmick at the time. This was before he bought stock in stamp makers.
SDM: The more you think about it though, things aren't all that different.
DM: I suppose not. Alex and I still fucking hate each other - although thankfully he stopped the retarded backstage attacks. Eric and I still pretty much get along. Run DLP are as tight as they ever were, even though some people have a fucking problem with that because they have a problem with 3-dimensional thinking. Rick's on his last fucking legs. Crete's in WWE again. Firewoman still has no friends except for Alex.
SDM: However, you were dating some college chick at the time. And now you have a beautiful, talented, adoring wife who's NOT that bitch.
DM: Jealous much?
SDM: Yes.
DM: K.
JPS: Yo, if I member right D-Dawg, watchin' on TV back den an shit - you had heat wif Moose even den, son.
DM: I did.
JPS: An' you do now.
DM: I do?
JPS: You kicked him in da face.
CE: Hard not to have heat over that.
DM: Well, whatever - he was a predictable mess then...now he's an old, slow predictable mess. If I have heat, I have heat. So fucking be it.
SFJ420: Would you, like, kick him in the face again, man?
DM: If he didn't move again? Yes, I'd kick him in the face. And I still wouldn't apologize, because it's not MY fault he's so fucking slow.
OGMSJ: His time is up, your time is now?
*everyone just stares*
OGMSJ: What?
DM: MY time is now, then, in the future, forever and ever amen and whatnot. I'm Davin Moreland, the Greatest of All Time. I'm not Davin Moreland, guy breaking into the Main Event like I was 3 years ago. Think about that. In just 3 short years, Davin Moreland has gone from "on the cusp of the main event" to "Greatest of All Time". I should get a trophy for that.
SDM: I'll give you one later.
DM: Oh, the new trophies came in?
SDM: Yeah. There's like a whole room full. Can you stop ordering them already?
DM: Sure. Back then, Moose was a once-great superstar who was entering the twilight of his career. Nowadays, he's a once-great superstar who physically should have done without that last contract signing. I guess he needed the money to feed his gambling habit.
CE: Gambling?
DM: Yeah. Bingo. Mostly church halls. Can't get enough of the bingo and the company of his peers. It's made him destitute. Instead of investing in better training and nutrition techniques, he does the Bingo. You should see his collection of troll dolls that he brings with him. It's really quite sad.
SDM: Bingo. The silent killer.
DM: Listen, let's settle up and get back to the house. I'll get in touch with the Board in the morning and we'll fly down to Columbia. No Sammy, you're not going.
SDM: But-
DM: NO
SDM: Ugh. FINE.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:23:00 GMT -5
i]Firewoman has quietly gone on ahead to the site in Columbia. She carries all her stuff, and wanders around the arena, past most of the locker rooms and suites already with temporary signs of who will be staying where. She leaves the main locker room area, around a darkened hallway, past storage rooms, and assorted other boring back-stage kind of stuff, until she gets to a door that's exactly on the other side of the building from everyone else. There's a hand written note on it that says "Firewoman's." She sighs, opens the door, flips on the light and walks in.
She drops her bags and looks around. It's basically two rooms, a couch and coffee table in the front, and then the changing/shower/whatever area in the back. She sighs again, closes the door, and flops down on the couch. She stares into space for a while, then pulls out her pretty shiny knife, and looks at it. She looks all along the edge, inspecting it closely, polishing a stray smudge here and there. She takes her finger and checks on the sharpness of the tip. Turns out, it's pretty sharp as slightly more than a trickle of blood starts to run down her finger. Fire looks at it, almost as if she's trying to figure out how that got there. She then goes back to looking at the blade. She closes her eyes and.....
The door FLIES open with a huge sound as it hits the wall. Firewoman does not jump, but opens her eyes.[/i]
Lucky: THERE you are. I've been looking all over this place.
Lucky comes in, a mad flurry of activity, carrying clipboards, files, and another bag.
FW: What are you doing here?
L: Well, Zippo lighters is a little unhappy you forgot to include them in your turn, but I think I've smoothed them over. You have a fan meet-and-greet in a two days, so we need to decide on wardrobe, and --
FW: No...I meant....*she gestures around the room* ... think more broadly, Lucky. Why are you HERE?
L: Oh...well, I like think we are put on this earth to serve a higher purpose, but I'm not sure what that is and --
FW: Too broad.
L: Oh.....oh. Well, you need me.
FW: No, I'm fine. I got into this mess myself and--
L: Fire....look....you left me ... in charge, and I screwed up. I'm the reason Muyo was able to take you away in the first place.
FW: You thought you were looking out for me. Plus, you've already helped. The DVDs you sent me of what I missed at OOWF...what Ecosystem was hiding from me....
L: Yeah? So.....how much of it do you remember.
FW: Not much....Most of it is really hazy....like I was watching someone else....
Her voice trails off.
L: Yeah...Diana said it would be that way for a while, even after the drugs were out of your system. And some of it might never come back.
FW: Yeah...........
There's a silence between them that weighs heavily in the room.
FW: So, look, I'm good, I got my locker room, Rick isn't going to fire me......
L: You still need me.
FW: No, I--
L: Fire....have you filed your income taxes yet?
FW: .....
L: .....
FW: Didn't we do that last year?
L: You've just made my point. We do that every year.
FW: We do? Since when?
L: Since forever.
FW: Oh....well, okay...you're ... you're rehired.
L: Excellent...is there anything--
FW: Yes, there is in fact. I have one thing I need to do. Can you let me know when the fans get to the arena? You know the ones ... they camp out all week waiting for one of us to get there to do an in ring promo?
L: Sure.....
FW: Thanks.....
Another looooooong awkward pause.
L: Okay...what else...
FW: You know how....well, I know things right? The whole Sheehan family hears voices, picks up on things....
L: Right....
FW: I mean, that's how I knew about Sam and....
L: Huh?
FW: Well.......Thing is Lucky....when I died.....that felt like it, ya know? And then, when Eco brought me back.....it's......It's wrong. Like he interfered in something he shouldn't have.....changed something that was destined to.......
There's another uncomfortable pause.
FW I don't think I'm supposed to be here....
L: ....
FW: ....
L: I'll call Dr. Freedman.
FW: Yeah....that'd be okay.
L: Really?
FW: Yeah....thanks, Lucky.
L: I'm glad your back.
He gets up and starts to organize her locker room the specific way he knows she wants it.
L: You know...I don't think this is the room for you.
FW: No? Rick thought I should be kind of away from everyone...given....
L: Well, Rick is wrong. I'll see what I can do.
Firewoman shrugs and goes back to staring at the wall. Lucky starts making phone calls.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:23:29 GMT -5
Ecosystem is lying in the hospital, being attended to by doctors. A large man in a suit approaches the bed.Voice: You awake? Eco: Drugged as fuck, but yes. Shouldn't you be in Cleveland for Smackdown tomorrow? The camera turns around to reveal Wade Barrett. Fans of continuity may remember from the OOWF/WWE Wedding Extravaganza that Wade and Juni are bros.Wade: I got compensation for a quick turnaround trip. I'll be back on a plane in a few hours. Eco: Does Vince want to snipe me too? Wade: Questionable. You don't have a very PG reputation recently, though he'd love a Santino/Super Mario team. However, I think you should at least try to switch out. Everyone hates you here now. Everyone. And no one is going to be rational OR stupid enough to be won over. You've got plenty of opportunity elsewhere. Hell, TNA would put you over Sting for the title tomorrow. Eco laughs, though grabs his ribs in pain as he does so.Wade: You better not show up to work on Wednesday. Eco: Of COURSE I'm showing up to work on Wednesday. Wade: You're not a badass, Juni. Don't pretend to be. I could have told you that you were going to lose that I Quit Match, even if the match was 80% you kicking Alex's ass. They may say you're Proud, but there are limits. Eco: ...You know what bothers me, Wade? Not the pride charge, not sloth, not gluttony. The lust charge. Wade: Ah, I think she was just being cute. Eco: No. No she wasn't. Eco sits up straight in his bed, wounds still evident on his body.Eco: Wade, she thinks she enticed me, led me on for a while. She did, in terms of potential. But she goes beyond. She thinks I was excited by her as an attractive woman. She thinks I wanted her...(he almost spits the word)...sexually. Wade: I think you're reading a bit much into it-- Eco: No. No, I'm not. Because she doesn't understand who I am, and she doesn't understand who she is. Shift the camera toward me. Wade Barrett is confused, but looks up and sees the OOWF cam, which he tips toward Eco's face.Eco: Lisa Sheehan Quinn Darling. I want you to listen to me. You were nothing more than a charity case to me. That is not to demean the charitable instinct, Lisa, but you seem to see opportunism where there was none. I gained nothing from you. Ever. Hurting Alexander and John? That served no purpose for me, provided me no help. It was to prove your loyalty--which I recognize now you don't have and never will have--so as to allow you to serve me better. And let's pause there for a second. Because serving me is not a gift to me. I could hire a hundred servants to follow me around at all times, to bring food to my mouth rather than making me reach, to lie in front of me when a puddle crosses my path and allow me to step on them. No, for you to have the opportunity to serve me was a gift. Let us discuss who we are. I am Horatio Alger's hero, the intellectual giant who raised himself up from nothing to become a wealthy, Ivy League-educated man of letters and captain of industry. I have friends in high places, and no amount of public indulgence in sadism and violence thus far has shaken those friendships. No amount of near-criminal activity I have engaged in has made me less welcome at a dinner party or fundraiser. This goes beyond having the money to lawyer up and protect yourself, Lisa. This is nothing less than a public acknowledgment that I am above common standards, above the law, simply above. I am the villain of this story, but the villain everyone aspires to be. You are a child of the gutter, the filth people step over as they pass on the street. You were a child prostitute, sexually ruined before you were 13. I donate to people like you, I don't have relationships with them. I cannot look at you without seeing your history, without a sense of pity and horror--and in part, it's because you live your history. You still act like the animal you were made into, unable to control your impulses. And I know why you want to believe I lusted after you: because you know no one could ever love you, look upon your defiled body and hateful eyes with anything less than pain and contempt unless they were truly broken. Look at Alexander: someone who threw away all the gifts and opportunities afforded him by his family out of a twisted need to be his own man, who then enslaved himself to another man for a time, who preserved your marriage despite your abuse. Look at him and see that you have not earned anyone's love, but acted as a predator on a truly ill man. You believe that what I wished for most was for you to sleep with me. You know what I wish for most, Lisa? I wish you had died during that first sexual assault. At least you would have passed away sweet and innocent...before you defiled yourself more than that man ever could have. Wade: Juni, I...I don't think... Eco: Get the fuck away from me. Wade Barrett exits, Eco lies back down and closes his eyes.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:24:00 GMT -5
<Moose is in the back watching OOWFtv, Davin's promo barely ends and there is SFJ13>
SFJ13: He said stuff
MHJ: Yeah he did
SFJ13: What do you have to say about it?
MHJ: Nothing
SFJ13: Nothing?
MHJ: What's the point? There has never been anyone in the history of ever that likes to hear himself talk more than Davin Fucking Moreland. It doesn't matter what I say because he will just go on a 15 minute delusional rant.
SFJ13: He says you are getting old and slow
MHJ: Maybe I am. Maybe five years ago I WOULD have moved. Maybe five years ago Davin would have seen that I'm not a seven foot tall gear head. But hey, fine, whatever, that's Davin's MO, its not his fault. Ok Gene, that's just fine. I thought maybe when we teamed in Japan something had clicked with you, but no, the fact of the matter is, you suck at tag team wrestling.
SFJ13: Anything else?
MHJ: Nope
SFJ13: You face Psykle and The President again this week, this time with Fulton
MHJ: Yeah, well, I feel pretty confident that Fulton will have his head in the match unlike SOME people. But why Psykle and The President are teaming again? I have no idea. Rick is pissed at me, so he punishes them. Makes about as much sense as anything Rick ever does.
SFJ13: Your sister is out of Trinity.......
MHJ: Don't even waste your time. She may be out of Trinity, that doesn't change what she did. She can go back to Darling or whatever, and as of right now, they can both go fuck themselves. The only thing I wills say to her is this - you have something that is mine, I want it back.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:24:26 GMT -5
*Back in Columbia, Davin's watching OOWF-TV while going over some other things on his desk. He perks up when he hears Moosehead Jack's comments. Moonbeam's through half a bag of Nutter Butters*
DM: Hmm. Well, I never claimed to be a tag team specialist. "Suck at tag team wrestling"? Sure. Of course, Moose never had to carry BOTH of the Incest Twins in tag teams...But no, I don't typically fare well in teams. Because I don't need to rely on others for my success. No one else is on my level, why try to pretend in a tag team? It's like Onslaught Rules shit. I mean, clearly, I can do it - but why limit myself? That's no good for me. Or the people who pay to see me.
SFJ420: You mean...THEM?
DM: Yes Moony. Thank you. THEM. You know, the people who make sure my checks don't bounce.
SFJ420: Didn't you used to have auditory hallucinations?
DM: I did. So I did what any normal person would do in that situation. Went to a doctor. Got some pills. Voices went away. Now I'm an actual productive member of society, instead of some degenerate flunkie who gets by on reputation. I'm aware that my reputation is a work-in-progress. Once I rest on my laurels, it's time to retire. Get out.
SFJ420: Herm Edwards. Nice.
DM: Yup, it's all part of the grand plan.
SFJ420: SO Grand.
DM: Should we just do retrospective promo references for the rest of this one?
SFJ420: No, no one wants to hear that.
DM: No one?
SFJ420: No one.
DM: I do.
SFJ420: Well, ok man. That's one.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:24:52 GMT -5
A bright white light floods the arena as Fire's music, "Come to Me," plays. She's no longer dressed in all white, but in street clothes...jeans, boots, tank top and leather jacket. She looks very ... normal. The crowd boos, of course since despite getting rid of both Ecosystem and Tytan, her recent behavior has been definitely boo-worthy.
FW: Go on....get it all out.......when you're done....I need your attention.
The crowd boos a bit longer, and then eventually dies down, since they're not douchebag fans like some other promotions have.
FW: I'm here....in this ring.....to do something I have never....EVER done before. I come here....to apologize.
Some boos start up but they quickly die down.
FW: That's right. But, I want to explain, why I did what I did. And it's not what some people, like Davin, might think. I'm not blaming anyone else. This is all on me. But I think, I need to explain too. You see, there were three key moments.....
I mean...you all know me....you know I lived for the violence....I lived to hurt people. Moose once said watching me fight was intoxicating, and you know what? That was NOTHING compared to how it felt. Nothing. It brought me peace, and it gave me ... well, it doesn't matter what it gave me. What matters is ... I mean that gets old after a while, right? I still loved it...love it....but I started to think there could be more than just that, you know? And I wanted to be ... I wanted to be a better person, you know? I wanted to be a better person for....well...I suppose it doesn't matter anymore who or why.
Fire looks away for a minute, and then regains her composure.
Anyway...so ... I don't really know how to do that, right? But I ... I really did think Ecosystem was talking to me. The family doesn't talk about it, but some of us have this thing...this gift.....to hear....anyway, sounds crazy I know, but it seemed like this whole forgiveness thing was working....and I think that was the first key moment. when I started to believe I could do better, and started listening to that voice.
So I forgave people. I forgave Poe....my father...I let go of all those grudges...and it was fantastic. Freeing. And I meant it. Every word. I know, I know...but I was and remain sincere about that. All of it.
And then I died....and I think that was key moment number two.
I wasn't kidding, when I told....wow, it's all such a blur...I told someone that dying really fucks you up. And it does. When I came to the second time, Juni was there. He was the only one there. I know....I know now that that was by his design. But I didn't know that then.... And then he drugged me...and isolated me from the people I care about.... and fed me lies upon lies and I know this sounds like I'm passing the buck here, but I'm not because you know what?
I LET him.
I LET him keep me away from my friends...my FAMILY. And I LET him turn me against them. And I LET him talk me into doing....horrible things to the people I care about the most....
But that's over now. It felt like one of my nightmares, only so much worse because I knew it was real, and I couldn't wake up. But It's done. I got rid of him....Oh, not permanently....I'm sure he'll be around. But as far as having any kind of hold over me or the OOWF? He's done.
I guess I did purge the OOWF of their greatest evil...I wish I would have done it sooner....But I couldn't see what was happening, until the third key moment. When he had me beating my brother with his own weapon...At THAT moment, I knew things were wrong. And I started to figure out a plan to get out. I'm just...I wish it hadn't taken so long.
So, like I said... I'm here to apologize. First and foremost, to you, the OOWF fans, the best fans in the entire wrestling universe. If I had seen Ecosystem for who he was...who he REALLY was sooner...I used to be so good at that....things would have hopefully been different for your favorite wrestlers.
There is a smattering of applause.
Secondly....I need to apologize to....everyone in the back. A few in particular, and I'll get to them....But first... everyone.
Firewoman stops, and appears to be unable to speak, very emotional. She looks down, clears her throat, and continues.
I can't even begin to believe that any one of you will accept this apology. But you have to know it is sincere...Our little group is like one big dysfunctional family, and I nearly threw that all away. ......
You know.... there's just not enough I can say.... there are seven of you.......
Another long pause. And the pauses between each name is choked with emotion.
Alexis....Davin....Chad....Eric.......Stank........Ja....Moose.........................and.........wow.......Alex.....I just.....I'm sorry......you don't have to accept it, now or ever.....but I'm truly.....sorry...........
Firewoman looks down, and there's a small smattering of applause. She takes another deep breath.
The words are...they're just not enough. If I had listened to Davin, when...well, EVER...and not tried to handle things on my own.......The last person I have to forgive, is myself....I let someone else control me....and I'll have to really process that, and I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for what I've done. But that's my issue.. no one else's. I've never asked for help or expected it before, I'm not about to start now.
Another deep breath....
FW: So, what's next, you ask. Well, I have started over before....In Japan, in Canada, here a few times...and each time I've gotten back to the top. So that's what I'm doing now...starting over. Focusing on what I love...and doing my best to make it up to each and every one of you OOWF fans by putting on my best performance each and every night.
Some more applause...
FW: As far as my colleagues go....well....if any of you see fit to accept my apology and...forgive me... Well..that'd be good. But I'm not expecting it. If I have to have my own room in the back corner from now until I retire....that's fine. I understand. But that doesn't make this any less sincere.
I did really horrible things to some of you......I fully expect retaliation....and that's fine. I'll accept whatever you care to dish out....but....*smiling the cat-with-the-canary smile we have not seen for months, and quite frankly looking even more like herself than she did last night at the PPV.* But there is a time limit on that. I'll give you a week.
Okay...I think that's it......Thank you for your attention.
Firewoman sits the mic down on the mat, and rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:25:26 GMT -5
*Fade in* to Eric O'Mac and Bryce Larson standing in front of an old school OOWF TV logo for an interview with sexy female journalist number whatever.SFJ#W: Gentlemen, you retained your championships but lost at End of Days, and now you have a rematch with Drink & Destroy on Wednesday. BL: Sweetheart, sweetheart, SWEETHEART! You should have stopped at "you retained your championships." That's what matters. We still have this gold around our waists, we're still the best tag team in the world. SFJ#W: Yes, but it seems like GM The Rick won't let you get away with DQ losses for too long. EOM: Listen, if Rick wants to continually put us in the ring with D&D to pad our win/loss record and lengthen our tag team title reign, so be it. The facts don't change. We re the most talked about tag team in the business today, and we're well on our way to being the most talked about tag team in wrestling history. In fact, it benefits The Rick to lengthen our reign, since The Brass Knuckle Kings equal buys! SFJ#W: Assuming you get past-- EOM: You know what? We've got this awesome posse and two beautiful women to hang out with. I don't think we need to waste our time with you right now. BL: [Leans in towards the camera.] Did you get that? Good! Posse member Francois: Show ze logo! Play ze muzik! www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqsjhedLCow*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:26:00 GMT -5
~~~ Chad & Zane are watching OOWF-TV and see Firewoman's promo. Zane looks over at his partner who is just straing at the screen blankly ~~~
Zane: You alright?
Chad:...........
Zane: Hello?
Chad: .... I.... I'm going to go talk to her.
Zane: Absolutely not. Bad idea all around.
Chad: I'm still doing it (stands up) I want to see it in her eyes that this is for real
Zane: So what if it is?
Chad: YOU weren't the one that nearly died!
Zane: Then I'm going too. (standing up)
Chad: Sit down. I need to do this on my own.
Zane: Bad idea. I don't trust...
Chad: Me?
Zane: ... Her.
Chad: You know what? It probably is a bad idea. I'm going anyway.
Zane: ... Fine. just be careful. We DO have a match this week to preare for.
Chad: I know. I'll be there, ready to go like always.
~~~ Chad picks up his hat and quietly heads out the door ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:26:28 GMT -5
*As soon as Firewoman hits the ramp, "Extreme Ways" fires up to a chorus of boos, even louder when they see it's Davin, rocking the business causal look. He does his Jesus Christ pose thing to get more boos, and motions for Fire to get back in the ring. Davin looks around for SoCalVal and gets a mic himself. Somewhere, Alex and Moose just threw up simultaneously*
DM: You're sorry.
*Firewoman has a mic, but chooses to just nod*
DM: You're...sorry...and everything's just supposed to be ok now?
*Firewoman shakes her head no*
DM: All your "justifications that totally aren't excuses and other people to blame" plus "I'm Sorry" equals...what....No hard feelings? Do we all look like fucking Sting here, Lisa?
FW: Don't call me-
DM: I'LL CALL YOU WHAT I GODDAMN PLEASE, YOU GOT ME?!? You don't get to call the fucking shots anymore. You don't get to tell people what to do and what to say and where to go. You LOST that ability. Are we clear on that? I feel like you don't understand the gravity of the situation here.
FW: I understand wh-
DM: To quote the man you SHOULD have married before you whored yourself out on some drunken mission - Would you please....Shut...The Hell...Up.
*This inexplicably gets a pop*
DM: You do NOT understand, Lisa. Everything, everything that's happened...even before Ecosystem, before Trinity...it's all about you and a victim complex that you're either unwilling or unable to accept as fact. And you can come out and try to feed these people your justifications, but the facts remain...you CANNOT change what you did, and despite your efforts there is NO excuse. None.
FW: I'm sor-
DM: Sorry? No. You said fucking SORRY already. No, this is Davin's Story Time, audience: 1. Let's think about what you've done, just to ME. And yes, before you say something, it includes "before you were dead", because it was THAT person which made the Trinity version of "Firewoman" possible. You've harassed my mother into trying to sell her house, what, a half-dozen times? She doesn't own the house. She told you that. I told you that. THAT wasn't good enough, so you, in a infantile fit of rage, tried to SET THE FUCKING HOUSE ON FIRE WITH MY MOTHER IN IT. I'm supposed to just let that go, right?
FW: No, but-
DM: Dammit SHUT THE FUCK UP, my GOD. I hold you personally responsible for ALL actions of Trinity. *this gets boos from the crowd* Oh, you shut the fuck up too. *more boos* That means I hold you personally responsible for the attack on my wife. I'm just supposed to let that go too, right?
FW: No...
DM: And...oh yeah...YOU STABBED ME IN THE FUCKING KNEE!
FW: But I didn't hit the important-
DM: SO TIRED OF THE JUSTIFICATIONS! It doesn't MATTER that you "missed the important part". YOU STILL STABBED MY FUCKING KNEE, LISA!
FW: I'm-
DM: Sorry, you're sorry, you're sorry, you're sorry...you're just one sorry motherfucker aren't you? Well guess what? I'm not Sting. You say you should have listened to me, again and again and again? You're right. You should have. But you didn't. YOU fucked up. I don't feel sorry for you.
FW: I don't want you to-
DM: I. Don't. Feel. Sorry. For. You. And as far as anything else? If you want to prove to me that you're genuinely remorseful? You fly to Massachusetts. You apologize to my wife. If she thinks you're sincere, then you drive to my Mother's house. You apologize to her. And then? Maybe you and I can talk. In the meantime...
*Davin waves her in, Fire, and the crowd, is perplexed...that is, until Davin LEVELS her with a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! He picks up the mic once more*
DM: Cock a doodle doo, motherfucker.
*He flips the mic to the ground and heads up the ramp to boos*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:26:55 GMT -5
*Eric O'Mac and Bryce Larson are walking around backstage with Lauren Phoenix and Maria and their posse when Eric notices Davin hitting a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER on Firewoman in the middle on the ring.*
Eric: Hang on a second guys, I gotta do a thing.
Bryce: What?
Eric: Just give me a second.
*Eric removes his jacket, revealing his nice Firetastic abs, and hands his tag team championship to Lauren...and he dashes out to the ring, where the crowd noticeably boos. Eric sees Firewoman, not moving in the middle of the ring, so Eric hops on the apron, jumps to the top rope......and hits THE MAC ATTACK on a still prone Firewoman. Eric, holding his stomach, grabs the microphone and says....*
Eric: HA!
*The crowd pops for the catchphrase and boos the action and Eric walks back up the ramp. He gets back to the back and meets up with Bryce Larson and the girls and posse.*
Eric: Sorry, that was payback for...wait, what did she do to me again?
Bryce: Drugged you. Hospitalized you. You were sloth. You were pretty pissed off.
Eric: So, I get drugged, hospitalized, my career and life threatened...and all I get to do is my top rope finisher? And I get the sneaking suspicion that she's going to get pay back anyways? Why doesn't that sound right?
Bryce: Hey, I think we're all tired of hearing her bullshit. It's a shock that she isn't the biggest heel on the roster.
Eric: Fourth wall....
Bryce: Sorry. Hey, why hasn't anyone used your submission finisher in a match yet?
Eric: Breaking The Fourth Wall? Because people are jackasses.
Bryce: You want to celebrate or prepare for Drink and Destroy?
Eric: Let's celebrate first. All of those Subway sandwiches aren't going to eat themselves!
Ric Flair: WOOOO!
*Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:27:36 GMT -5
~~~ Firewoman stumbles out of the ring and up the ramp. As she gets behind the curtain, she literally walks into Chad Madison. ~~~
Fire: Watch out.. Oh. (assumes a defensive position)
Chad: I won't hit you. You deserve it. But it won't change what happened.
Fire: I'm sor...
Chad: I didn't come for an apology. I don't want to hear one.
Fire: Then wha...
Chad: (raises his hand to stop her mid-sentence and stares at her intensely)..........
Fire:..........
Chad:..........
Fire:..........
Chad:..........
Fire:..........
Chad:.......... Good enough for me. You put me through a Hell of a lot at one point in my life. It took me a long time to even hear your name. Eventually, I was able to accept you as a co-worker and acquaintance. You've had it rough this last year, but mostly of your own doing. I won't feel sorry for you. I won't tell you it will be alright. I will tell you.... I forgive you.
~~~ Chad turns and walks away, leaving Fire pretty shocked. He turns a corner and runs into Zane. ~~~
Zane: You ok?
Chad: Absolutely. Let's go get ready for the Hawaii'ans. I want to win again this week. And we have a stipulation to think about.
Zane: (smiling) Alright Partner. Let's go.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:28:00 GMT -5
*Firewoman staggers her way back to her locker room at the far end of the arena. When she arrives she spies the OOWF World Champion leaning by her door. Stank upon seeing her arrival stands up to his full height. Firewoman doesn't meet his gaze. She clutches her ribs and tenderly walks up to Stank without looking up at him. Unfortunately she can see the outline of Stank's knee brace just beneath the surface of the left leg of his jeans. She looks away and Stank merely stands there for a few tense moments before speaking.*
Stank - You know... nothing tastes the way it used to.
FW -
Stank - Moose wants nothing to do with you.
*Firewoman bites her lower lip choking back emotion.*
Stank -
FW -
Stank - You want to go grab a beer?
FW - You don't have to be nice to me.
Stank - Nice? Huh... wait til you see where I planned to take you. Then ask me if I'm being nice.
*A fleeting twitch of a smile flashes briefly at the corner of Firewoman's lips. Stank puts his hands on Firewoman's shoulders.*
Stank - It's okay.
*Firewoman continues to look down, her arm across her ribs.*
Stank - Lisa...
*Firewoman slowly looks up.*
Stank - ...It's okay.
*Firewoman bites her lower lip and looks back down.*
FW - It's not.
Stank - Well you say that now... but give it some time.
FW - I don't think I can handle your forgiveness.
Stank - Well let's not think of it as forgiveness, rather a reprieve. Sooner or later you're going to meet the champ in the ring and believe me... there will be Hell to pay when that day comes.
*Stank holds each side of Firewoman's face and plants a kiss on top of her forehead, right on the scar Alexander Darling carved into her.*
Stank - I'm just happy you're out from underneath Juni's influence. Come have drink with us.
FW - Us?
Stank - LD and I. Moose probably won't be there, but... we'll talk to him. Maybe get a dialouge started between you two. It might help if you gave me Happy Dethbat II.
*Firewoman embraces Stank.*
FW - I need... some time.
Stank - Okay... take as much as you need. You have my cell. Give me a ring when you're ready.
*Stank releases Firewoman, but she holds on for a few seconds more before letting go and entering her locker room. Stank shakes his head and walks off camera.*
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:28:29 GMT -5
Firewoman groggily walks down the hallway. She stumbles a bit and is caught from behind. She turns around and sees her catcher...
Kai.
Kai: Hoapili.
FW: Mahalo... nui loa?
Kai: You remembered!
Firewoman actually smiles as Kai helps her stand. He then hugs her, leading to an awkward look on Firewoman's face.
Kai: Good to see you back to your old self.
FW: Good to be back.
Firewoman playfully slaps Kai in his abs. She loves those.
FW: easy on the PDA, Kai. What would Kono say?
Aina walks up behind them and clears his throat.
FW: Aina.
Kai: Kaikunane.
Aina eyes them both warily. He then hugs Firewoman too.
FW: Okay, this is nice and all, but people need to stop hugging me.
Aina: Yep, she's back.
The Flyin' Hawai'ians looks at each other, doing that twin thing.
Aina: K'den.
Kai: Hana Hou!
Both hug Firewoman again and kinda hop in place with her as they laugh. They then stop when they hear someone clearing their throat. They looks and see Noelani holding the lei from the lost ladder match.
Kai: Kaikuahine.
Noelani tosses the lei at Kai as he lets go of Firewoman (who looks like she'd rather be anywhere else at this moment). Noelani then walks up to Aina. She pokes him in the chest repeatedly to get her next points across.
N: That was YOUR match. You should be two matches away from those Brass Knuckleheads, who by the way? Think. You're. Jokes. And now, after seeing this? You really seem to care.
FW: Uh, little girl. Trust me, these two are more than capab...
N: Trust YOU? The woman who doesn't know who...or what she is from day to day?
Firewoman is visibly angry and works closer to Noelani.
N: Do us all a favor. Stay away from MY. BOYS. I don't care how much you screw yourself or your career up. You're not taking them with you.
Noelani looks to Kai and Aina.
N: Locker room. NOW!
Kai and Aina hesitate, look back at Firewoman, but then leave. Noelani is about to follow them, but Firewoman grabs her arm.
FW: Because they're my friends, I'll let that slide. But if you EVER do that...
N: Haole Kolohe.
Firewoman's eyes narrow as Noelani pulls away from her and heads towards the Flyin' Hawai'ians' dressing room.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:28:59 GMT -5
Ecosystem lies in bed and is met by a man in black military gear. His sleeve displays the logo "Xe." Eco smiles as he approaches.Man: Are you Junichiro Muyo? Eco: Yes. Commander Jackson? CJ: We appreciated your contact, and your very generous offer.... Eco: I could give a damn what you appreciate, Commander. Here's the way it's going to be. You will personally be at my side for the next two weeks, until I choose to upgrade the service provided me. In exchange, you receive a $25,000 signing bonus. Do you understand that? CJ: I do. No, that's entirely fair. (He looks around at the room, and observes the television.) I see you've got the channel on to-- Eco: I am sorry, maybe I wasn't clear. I am paying you to protect me. I am not paying for the small talk of small minds. Sit in the chair and shut the fuck up. CJ: I'm sorry, sir, but I am a former military officer, and you do not speak-- Eco: Twenty thousand. CJ: Excuse me? Eco: Fifteen thousand. Your current signing bonus is fifteen thousand. You may have been the superior on the battlefield, but this is the United States, and I am your superior. Every word you speak to me takes money out of your pocket and food out of your children's mouths. Do you understand? CJ: ... Eco: Good. FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:29:25 GMT -5
Chris Evans is seen in the GFY Locker Room.
Evans: You know, Alex. Since our little encounter after my match on Sunday, I did some thinking.
You say that I’m not ready for you, Darling. That I’m not on your level. Look at what I did just last night, Alex. I beat Stan Fulton, and later on that same night, I went toe-to-toe and went to the limit with fucking Stank. I took everything that Stank, one of the most dominant wrestlers in OOWF history, had to offer, and I still kept coming back for more.
And Stank, the feeling is more than mutual. Can’t remember the last time I had such a blast in the ring. Honor may not mean shit to me anymore, but for you, I think I’m gonna make an exception.
Enjoy your reign for now Lucas, because you definitely deserve it. Just remember though that I’ll be coming for that belt again real soon, so don’t get too attached to it.
As for all this talk about Davin supposedly throwing the match for my benefit, I know all too well about the mind-games that you’re trying to play with me, Alex, and it’s not gonna work. You’re just like the rest of the people around this company who have doubted me. Look no further than my match with Stank, and you’ll see exactly what I’m truly made of.
But while I was out in the ring yesterday and while I was walking to the back, there were some out there that I saw yesterday that reminded me why I do this. I looked into the crowd yesterday, and saw people looking at me with respect and admiration, some nearly crying tears of appreciation, over what I have done throughout my career. And once I got in the back, I got even more of the same. And after all of that, all that respect, all that admiration, I have got just one thing to say to that.
*Evans looks into the camera*
E: Fuck each and every single one of you! If you think that for one minute that I am buying into any of that bullshit, then you are all sadly mistaken. Not one person believed that I stood a chance in this tournament, not a single one. And even now, there are still people who believed that my making it this far was a fluke.
Last I checked, I never claimed to do this to impress any of you people. My goal is this company since day one has been to make an impact and to do so by any means necessary. So just do me a favor everyone: save your half-assed compliments and crocodile tears for someone who actually gives a shit about what you people think. Cause like it or not, I’m the newest member of the main event, so get used to it, because I’m not going anywhere.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:29:50 GMT -5
SFJ13 is standing backstage.
Voice off camera: Hey! There you are!
Psykle comes in to camera frame.
SFJ13: Oh, hi Psykle, what's up?
Psykle: Would you PLEASE turn off this stupid thing you put on my phone? Every single message I get now gets read out loud, I've got NO privacy at...
PHONE VOICE: New text message from MENTOR, received 4 seconds ago. Message text: I thought you said you were going to extend your hand to Davin and to Moose? You just left after the match and you STILL have not earned Moose's respect. You MUST earn his respect. You must do this if you are to take the next step on your journey.
Psykle: See what I mean?
SFJ13: Yea, it is kinda cool.
Psykle: COOL? NO, IT'S NOT COOL! I HAVE NO PRIVACY! EVERY TIME I GET A MESSAGE THE PHONE BLURTS IT OUT FOR EVERY MICROPHONE AROUND ME TO HEAR!
SFJ13: Well, that's easy, just set your phone on vibrate, and it will just buzz in your pocket until you're alone and you can listen to it then.
Psykle: You're not going to tell me how to get this app off my phone, are you?
SFJ13: Nope.
Psykle: Fine.
SFJ13: What about your match this week?
Psykle: So basically, Rick replaced Davin with Fulton and is giving us a rematch from the Pay Per View. Big deal, you saw how we beat them there, we'll beat them again. This time however, I think I know how to get Moose's respect, and get back to my singles career at the same time. And this time, I'm not offering my hand to Moose. When I'm done, he's going to offer his hand to me.
SFJ13: Wow, you've got some major confidence there. Has LD been giving you tips?
Psykle: What did I tell you about asking me about my mentor or about LD?
SFJ13: No Comment?
Psykle: Bingo.
Psykle walks off as the camera fades to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:30:19 GMT -5
*Stank is in the hallway of Random encounters where he runs into Stan Fulton*
Stank - Crusher! Where have you been?
SF - Sorry. I'm... disappointed. Happy for you, no worries there, just...
Stank - I get it. It's not the end, just the beginning. Remember that. You'll get another shot.
SF - You better believe I will.
Stank - I'm heading out to meet up with LD. You want to come?
SF - Nah... I saw your promo earlier with Firewoman.
Stank - Oh.
SF - Look, I... I'm just not there, yet... with her.
Stank - It was me she attacked.
SF - Yeah... but I don't like the way she operates... you know what I mean?
Stank - I get it. She may not even show up.
SF - It's okay. I got other things to do.
Stank - Well if you change your mind give me a call.
SF - Thanks and congratulations, champ.
Stank - Thank you. I'm certain you haven't seen your last shot at my title. I look forward to that day.
SF - You and me both. Good luck with Sparxx. I'll see you Later.
Stank - See ya, Stan.
*Stank continues down the hall and after a few paces he hears someone step in pace behind him.*
Stank - Changed your mind, Crusher?
*Stank turns around and faces the person. It's not Stan Fulton.*
Stank - Ah crap... what do YOU want?
Tytan - Got any of that forgiveness left for me?
Stank - You looking for some?
Tytan - Why not? If it's good enough for that WENCH Firewoman, it's good enough for me, right?
Stank - Why the name calling, Tytan?
Tytan - To Hell with you, Stank. After EVERYTHING she did, you give her a HUG? What do I get? You SLAM a SHOVEL on MY HEAD! YOU POUR PEPPER DOWN MY THROAT??
Stank -
Tytan - That stuff went RIGHT THROUGH ME! My ASSHOLE thanks you, by the way!
Stank - eww. Okay, look...
Tytan - It's been like a MONTH and I STILL HAVE TO USE WETWIPES!
Stank - T.M.I, Tytan.
Tytan - No! NO! YOU NEED to KNOW! THIS SHIT HURTS!
Stank - Okay, Tytan.
Tytan - NO! You don't understand. Shit. LITERALLY. Hurts!
Stank - Would you FUCKING shut the HELL up and let me SPEAK!
Tytan - You HUGGED HER!
Stank - Technically she hugged me.
Tytan - That BITCH is the one who smashed your knee! SHE'S the one who poured salt down your throat!
Stank - And you helped her.
Tytan - It was HER IDEA! IT was HER plan all alo-- what are you doing?
*Seeing he won't be able to state his case, Stank spreads his arms wide.*
Stank - C'mere big guy... c'mon.
Tytan - Wha.. what? What is this?
Stank - Come on. C'mere.
*Stank steps forward and embraces Tytan. Tytan merely stands there with his arms by his side.*
Tytan - I.. I don't..
*A moment or two passes and Tytan leans down and returns the embrace.*
Stank - There you go big guy.
*Tears well up in Tytan's eyes.*
Tytan - It's NOT FAIR! *sob* WHY does SHE get away with EVERYTHING??
Stank - I know. I know. Let it out.
*Tytan continues in a whiny voice cracking with sadness.*
Tytan - I just wanted to be World Champion! *sniff* And I figured Eco gave me the best shot at staying World Champion. A.. an.. and *sniff* THEN he brought Firewoman on board and... and... *sob*
Stank - There, there, Tytan.
Tytan - And then it all just went to HELL! *Sob* I didn't MEAN to start anything with all those people *sniff* Stank I don't have beef with you... *sob*
Stank - Don't worry about it.
Tytan - ...well other than the fact I can only sleep with a wad of Tucks medicated pads between my cheeks.
Stank - aaaaaaannnnnnd hug over...
*With a raised eyebrow, Stank holds Tytan at arms length. Tytan wipes his eyes.*
Tytan - Tucks endorsement still pending.
Stank - You feel better?
Tytan - Actually... I do.
Stank - I tell you what, next time you see Rick, tell him I'm cool with you getting a Title shot.
Tytan - Really?
Stank - It's the least I could do.
Tytan - Gee thanks, Stank. You know...? You're alright. You're good people. Don't listen to those folks who call you a big ole pile of dog crap.
Stank - Who the fuck is calling me that?
Tytan - Uh... no one...
Stank -
Tytan - ... I'm going to... I'm going to head on over to my locker room.
*Tytan walks away without further incident. Stank watches him leave.*
Stank - Alrighty then.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:31:12 GMT -5
<Stank continues down the hall and stops in front of a door. He takes a deep breath and walks in. The INC follows and we see Moose sitting there slumped in a chair watching OOWFtv Stank sighs>
S: Look, might as well just get it out, you gonna hit me, or yell, or whatever, get it done now
MHJ: Nope. Not going to do any of that
S: I assume you saw the promo
MHJ: I did
S: And.........nothing?
MHJ: <Moose looks at Stank, and for the first time Moose looks tired> Look Stank, I'm tired. I'm tired of it all. I expect LD to forgive Fire, he's Canadian, that's what they do. I expect you to forgive Fire, you are the champ, you don't need this as a side issue dragging on, but I'm...........just no
S: <shaking his head> It's not just that Moose........how do I explain this.......I know there are people who don't want to hear this, but fuck them. Why did you bring Fire into the Five?
MHJ: .........
S: You brought her in because she was one of the best in the world. And with that talent came all the.......issues........we knew she had. This is no different. You and LD came out and threw up the salute, fuck what anyone else thinks, that MEANS something. And it will mean even more when its all five of us in that ring again one day
<Moose just stares at Stank incredulously>
MHJ: You don't get it
S: Than make me get it
<Moose gets up and paces around the room, Stank stealthily blocks the door so Moose can't get out. Moose notices this and glares at him>
MHJ: You wanna get it? Fine. You remember when Alex kidnapped and tortured me?
S: Very well, yes
MHJ: I hated him before that, but after that, it was a murderous rage like I have never felt in my life. Stank......... I know you know how it goes in this business. Sometimes things get more personal than they should and things get out of control. Alex decided that the best response to losing the intercontinental title to me was to kidnap and torture me. What the fuck could I do in response? I wanted to kill him. There was no amount of beating him in the ring. There was no amount of making him bleed. You know what happened in Japan, and that was almost 2 years later. Had you sanctioned that match right after he did what he did? I promise you, I would be in prison. Have you ever felt that kind of hate?
S: Maybe not THAT kind of hate, but I get what you are saying
MHJ: Now, take that hate and multiply it by a million.
S: Moose, I mean, I get what she did, but come on, it wasn't NEARLY as bad as what Alex did
MHJ: No Stank......it was worse. She may not think it, and I am sure as fuck not claiming to be brother of the year, but does she realize how many times I went to bat for her? Does she realize how many times her actions HERE had her on her way out the door and I stepped in and told them to rethink it? When we were kids, before things went all to hell and she went to New York and I went to juvie, it was US. WE fought the other kids. WE were feared. WE had fucking HIGH SCHOOL kids cross the street to avoid us. We were two of the meanest most vicious little fuckers you would EVER come across
What she did......I don't care what kind of control she says Eco had over her, she KNEW what Alex had done and what it did to me. SHE KNEW THAT, and yet, she did it anyway. And now, because she says she is sorry, its just all supposed to be forgotten? What am I supposed to do Stank, just walk out there and tell her, hey, I almost killed a man who did the VERY SAME FUCKING THING to me, but because YOU are sorry about it, hey, it's all ok?
S: <looking down> Moose I......
MHJ: No. When she did that, she stopped being a Quinn and started being a Darling in my eyes. I don't know that there are enough "I'm sorry's" in the world for me to forgive this
S: So it's just going to be an eternal war against Fire?
MHJ: No. I will get my revenge on her. Whether it is in a week, in a month, in a year or hell in five years, I will get even. Lisa Quinn is FINALLY going to have to be responsible for her actions
S: <sighing> Moose.......you know I respect you. You know I consider you one of the few friends I have in this business. Hell, you, LD, Poe and Fire are like family to me. So I hope this makes a dent on that thick skull of yours......I think you're making a mistake. She's family
MHJ: <shaking his head> How long was it before you talked to your brother?
S: Don't even go there, its not the same
MHJ: No.....it's worse. Did your brother do the one thing he KNEW you couldn't forgive?
S: Moose, I'm telling you, it wasn't her. I saw the look in her eyes tonight. It was real. She was sorry, she knows she was wrong
MHJ: <shaking his head> She already has you conned
S: It's not always a game
MHJ: <laughing maniacally> Do you even KNOW Fire? It IS always a game with her. It's one great big manipulative game after another with her! Japan was all a game to her. Then it got too real for her liking so she got out. She was going to marry Jericho, she was going to be "happy" but THAT got too real for her, so she bailed out of THAT with some bullshit excuse and Darling. She's unhappy with the way things are going so she suddenly starts listening to the voices in her head, that doesn't work out so well so she bails on THAT and winds up with Eco. Being in Trinity, that ends up not working so well so she bails on THAT.
Only now? Now she has nowhere to turn. She has burned every fucking bridge imaginable. So what is she going to do? OF FUCKING COURSE she is going to come out and pander to the fans and apologize, that is the only course she has left. She HAS to fool those idiots into believing her, and more importantly, she has to fool the idiots in the back into believing her. And then, when things start not going quite the way she wants, she will bail on THAT as well. And when she does, she will stand in the middle of the ring, with a smug fucking look on her face, and let everyone know how Lisa Fucking Quinn has outsmarted you all again, and oh how foolish do you all look
S: You mean like you just did with the world title?
MHJ: Fuck you Stank, its not even the same thing
S: You two are so much alike
MHJ: Fuck you
<Moose goes to push past Moose, but Stank stops him>
MHJ: Is it going to come to this?
S: You said your piece, now let me say mine.
<Moose stands defiantly in front of Stank but doesn't come at him>
S: When I figured out you two were related, my first thought was that it was going to be hell for EVERYONE in the OOWF. My second thought was that I wanted in on it. I knew it wouldn't be easy. LD knew it wouldn't be easy. Poe DAMN SURE knew it wouldn't be easy. But we all knew it would be worth it. I am not sure how no one figured it out before that, you two are cut from the same damn cloth. You are two of the most stubborn human beings on the planet. You would both rather die than admit you were wrong, or say that you were sorry
MHJ: So?
S: So? You jackass! THINK about what she went out there and said! She admitted she was wrong AND apologized. Now you tell me, do you REALLY think Fire is THAT good of a con artist? Do you REALLY think this is another game? Or are you just too fucking stubborn to admit that your sister made a colossal mistake and trusted the wrong person? Are you SO FUCKING PIGHEADED and jaded that you can't see when someone has made a mistake? Darling NEVER apologized for what he did. Darling was never the LEAST bit sorry for what he did. He wears that like a badge of honor, and I GET that that would piss you off to no end, and what you did to him in return was justified. Fire is not doing that. THINK for a change instead of just reacting to shit! DAMN!
<just then LD Williams walks into the room>
LD: Hey Stank, thought we were going for drinks lets get......<sensing the tension in the room> What's going on?
MHJ: Nothing
<Moose shoves past Stank and LD and heads out into the night>
LD: What the hell?
S: Nothing.......I'll explain it, lets go, I need a drink now more than ever
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:31:39 GMT -5
(It is much later after all the forgiveness and touchy feely moments that happen on occasion in the OOWF. Tytan is sitting in the locker room. He is in ripped jeans, combat boot, and a black t-shirt. The shovel is sitting next to him. SFJ #22 enters.)
SFJ: Tytan is there a chance we can get a word with you? You have been quiet for awhile.
Tytan: Had a lot on my mind, and a lot of things to do.
SFJ: Like help free Firewoman and destroy Trinity in one shot.
Tytan: Yeah that pretty much sums up my week.
SFJ: Why did you do it, why help Firewoman with all the hatred and history that is there?
Tytan: Simple. I saw what Eco's plan was doing to her soul. She is and always will be a fighter first. I saw the light go out. I couldn't do that to her. That's why I got Dr. Podvod to come back.
SFJ: Speaking of Diana where is she?
Tytan: Right now, I sent her back home. When the time is right she will come back but it's time for me to stand on my own. Show the OOWF that the man that is Tytan can hold is own and be is own man, like I was when I held the World Champion the first time.
SFJ: You mean when you were able to put some fear in people around here?
Tytan: Yeah, that's what I mean. I really hate to say this and Davin is going to love this one. He was right that second time I won the title I won because of Trinity. We outsmarted Davin and gave him one hell of a beat down.
SFJ: Probably one of the more violent beat downs in the OOWF history.
Tytan: It was. But Davin you were right that second title run I didn't deserve to call myself champion. It was Trinity's title and that's that. I just happen to be the one that wore it around my waist.
SFJ: So what about Ecosystem?
Tytan: You see how he hasn't even talked about me turning on him and leaving him in the ring. He knows I am right....he knows I spoke the truth and the truth will set you free.
SFJ: Went back to using the old catch phrase.
Tytan: Well, if it works don't change.
SFJ: Or should you say work smarter not harder.
(They laugh)
SFJ: So what do you have to say about LD Williams?
Tytan: Simple. We have gone back and forth with are battle of words for the longest time about this being his yard and all that. Let's just make this simple. Let's take this in the ring and give them one hell of a show. I got something to prove in that ring. LD Williams you are the first step for me to getting back to where I need to be.
SFJ: So where is that?
Tytan: Right now, I don't know. I am going to have to figure that out for myself in the next couple of weeks.
SFJ: But you still hold on to the shovel. The one that Firewoman got back for you.
Tytan: Just a reminder of where I once was.
SFJ: Will you still use it?
Tytan: If I have to I will. I know the violence factor around here and sometimes you need to make a statement.
SFJ: Do you have one for Firewoman?
Tytan: I deserved it. You may have went a little over the top in putting the exclamation point there but fine. It's over and done with. We will meet again in the ring but right now it looks like the two of us need to get our heads back on straight.
SFJ: All right that's all I got thanks for you time Tytan.
Tytan: Thanks.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:32:11 GMT -5
GM theRick's Office, Whatever the Name of the Arena Is, Colombia
the Rick is leaning back in his desk chair, sipping contentedly from a flask and catching up on all the news back home in the States when the President - without knocking - bursts into the room.
President: What the hell, Mr. General Manager. What the hell.
GMTR: ....uh. I don't know, President, have a seat and tell me what the hell.
President: Nope. Screw your chairs. You're the general manager of this company, you should realize above everyone else just where all the talent on this roster falls. He slams both hands palm downward on GMTR's desk and glares directly at GMTR. Psykle and I are not a tag team! We never signed up as one! We never intended to be one! And we sure as hell aren't going to come up with some funny little name and gimmick and continue wrestling as one!
GMTR: I util-
President: SHUT UP. Now this latest mockery comes after I am mysteriously left out of the Intercontinental match at End of Days?! Despite posting a better resume and higher ranking than the two "contenders" who wrestled Folz?! I thought we understood one another very well, Mr. General Manager. It seems I was mistaken. What does one do with mistakes, the Rick?!
The President walks around the desk, crossing his arms as he stands directly next to GMTR, glaring daggers down at the general manager.
GMTR: Fix them?
President: That's right. They fix them. Now, the damage is already done on this card so there's nothing to be done. You did one thing - ONE THING - to save your ass from the fire, the Rick. I get my chance for redemption against Stan Fulton even if this is just a tag match. But when this event is over, I fully expect a lot more respect to be flowing out of this office. Because if not, Mr. General Manager, that means the mistake I am letting slip by would have to be corrected. I'd hate to have to tell Lady Bird why I had to come home and caress her with bruised calloused hands, do you catch my drift?
GMTR: Now you can't just threat-
President: DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?!
GMTR *Narrowing his eyes*: Perfectly.
President: GOODIE.
The President swipes the flask from GMTR's hands and storms out of the office, leaving GMTR in the lurch. An anonymous female journalist comes running up to the President as he leaves, thrusting a microphone in his face.
AFJ: Mr. President! You're once again teaming with Psykle and you two have yet to lose as a team, do you expect that success to continue?
President *Taking a swig from the flask*: I expect, my dear, to right a wrong. Isn't that what I have always been about, correcting the evils of the world? Standing up and providing an example of rightness for all to follow? I made a costly, costly mistake a few nights ago. I failed myself and let Stan Fulton bulldoze over me. Now what kind of lesson does that leave for people?
AFJ: Umm...
President: The wrong one, my dear. It tells people that the bullies, the mightiest, the strong-arms are the ones who get their way in the world. Well that's not the way of America and that's not the way of the President. Skill, cunning, applied resources, all these things can propel an underdog to throw off the forged shackles of a bully and grasp victory. Stan Fulton took advantage of an off-night and got the victory. Great for him. But for the children, for America, for the world...that wrong must be righted.
The President grabs the microphone from AFJ's hands and walks so close to the cameraman's camera that he nearly runs into it. The shot being recorded is that of only one Presidential eye.
President: You hear that, Stan Fulton? You have my full, undivided attention. Your muscles, your size, they're amusing but they will not bring you victory. I am gunning for you tomorrow. And I will stand triumphant.
AFJ: Remember he's also going to be wrestling alongside Moose.
President: Who?
AFJ: Moosehead Jack.
President: Don't know him, don't care. He just better not get between me and Fulton.
He hands AFJ back the microphone and tosses the flask at the cameraman.
President: Enjoy.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:32:38 GMT -5
*Stank and LD Williams are sitting in dive up the street from the "arena" (actually more like a community center than a true arena)*
LDW - This place is awful.
Stank - I know.
LDW - But this beer is fantastic.
Stank - Yep, locally brewed.
LDW - So... cozying up to my opponent?
Stank - Hey the guy was understandably distraught. He needed a hug and I was in a good mood. So I obliged.
LDW - *Shaking his head* You're weird
Stank - I've been accused of worse.
LDW - Look who just walked in.
*Stank looks over by the entrance and sees GMtheRick walk in.*
Stank - Son of bitch!
*Stank rises from his seat, but LD Williams grabs his arm.*
LDW - No.
Stank - The fuck you mean, no?
LDW - You don't want to tip your hand.
Stank - I'm not playing any games, Billy Dee.
LDW - I'm just saying, be smart. You just won the World Title and so far Rick has not interfered with that.
Stank - He cost Moose and I the tag team championships.
LDW - Which was more about Moose than it was about you. Don't make it about you.
Stank - He made it about me when he sacrificed Moose to the Brass Knuckle Kings!
LDW - Lucas come on.
*Stank glares over at Rick by the bar ordering a whiskey.*
Stank - Fine.
*Stank sits and gulps down the last of his beer. He gestures for the waiter to bring him another and says something else to him in Spanish. The waiter laughs outloud before heading off to fetch Stank his beer.*
LDW - What was that?
Stank - I told him to piss in Rick's drink.
LDW -
Stank - He knows I was joking.
LDW -
Stank - I think he does.
LDW - Anyway... I got to go.
Stank - What?
LDW - It's been two hours, Lucas. Nobody else is coming.
Stank - Alright you go if you want. I'm waiting for my beer, then I'll head back over to the Hotel.
LDW - Take it easy.
*LD Williams leaves nearly bumping into Rick on his way out. Rick follows LD out just as Stank's beer arrives. Stank eyes his mug warily then sniffs it.*
Stank - Ugghh I said PISS in HIS drink, NOT MINE, you shit!
*The waiter shrugs his shoulders and Stank just shakes his head. He pulls out a couple of bills and lays them on the table before rising from his seat and exiting the bar. He walks back to the Hotel and in the lobby spies, Jewel. Stank mere rolls his eyes and walks the opposite direction before her shrill voice arrests his attention.*
J - YO! Hey FATBOY!
*Stank stops in his tracks without turning around*
J - Yeah THAT'S RIGHT! I'm talking to YOU, Suge Knight! Think y'all BAD wit cho big self! You ain't shit. You ain't NOTHIN! My man is gonna kick YO ASS on Wednesday! We gon take dat belt! You nah what I mean? YO fat ass is about to git kilt! The Sparks gon git choo!
*Stank sighs and continues on his way.*
J - YO! YO! You iknoring ME? Don't ACT LIKE you caint HEAR me, YO!
*Stank continues to ignore her and disappears around a corner.*
J - Punk ass bitch... he ain't nothin.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 16:32:54 GMT -5
*Fade back in* as The Brass Knuckle Kings are WALKING down the hallway of random encounters (international edition!) and see The President following his promo.Eric O'Mac: Bryce, who is that guy? Bryce Larson: Oh him, that's The President! EOM: The President? Like THE President? BL: Yes, The President. EOM: Man, the president is the whitest black dude I've ever seen. BL: Umm, yeah. You're actually right on multiple accounts there. EOM: Hang on. Eric walks over to The President.EOM: Excuse me, Mister President. The President: Can I help you. EOM: Mr. President, I'm a huge fan of yours, really. Even though my mother got the shaft in the election, I still stand by our government's processes. TP: Well...that's great to hear! You seem like a great American. EOM: What brings you to the OOWF, Mr. President? TP: To right the wrongs, starting at the top with General Manager The Rick. EOM: Dude, I totally agree! I mean, who puts The WORLD Tag Team Champions lower on the card than the Intercontinental Champion? I mean, these belts represent the WORLD! All of the continents, not just a few of them. TP: Umm...yes! Perhaps you should join my cabinet. EOM: That's awesome! JBL had a cabinet, too! TP: Whom? EOM: JBL? John Bradshaw Layfield? My dad took him as a crappy tag team worker and turned him into a world champ. He does it a lot, actually. TP: Your dad? EOM: Yeah, Vince McMahon. Many presidents have appeared on his programming. TP: I see. BAM! Suddenly, The President drops to the floor in a heap. The camera pans up to see that Bryce Larson knocked him out with--you guessed it--a set of brass knuckles.EOM: What did you do that for? I always wanted to talk to The President? BL: And I always wanted to knock him the fuck out. Now we can both cross something off our lists. EOM: I'll have Lauren send him a fruit basket. BL: I like it. I'll tel Maria to send him a BKK t-shirt. EOM: Yeah, I hear they're selling very well. BL: Of course they are! EOM: Of course! BL: Should we finish The President off properly? EOM: I guess so. Eric & Bryce head back over to the President.EOM: You gon git yours! That's right-- BL: --muthafucker! Gon git yours! EOM: Where the hall is Francois? BL: I know, dude has like one job around here. I guess we gotta do it. Eric? EOM: Show ze logo! BL: Play ze muzik! www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqsjhedLCow*Fade out*
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