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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:10:38 GMT -5
<GM the Rick is in the back being looked at, his cuts being stitched, he is clearly not in a good mood, bellowing the following after writing something on the schedule>
GMtR: Moose, I fucking warned you! I WARNED YOU! And now, you crossed the line asshole, you fucking OBLITERATED the line! As of right now, you are terminated! You are GONE from the OOWF! I may see you in hell Jack but I damn sure won't see you in an OOWF ring again.
<GM the Rick hands a stage hand the lineup, then goes back to getting stitched up>
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Sao Paolo, Brazil
Steel Cage Match[/u] The Brass Knuckle Kings vs. Drink & Destroy
Best of Seven Series Match 5 - Series tied 2-2 - Stips TBA[/u] Texpress vs. The Flyin Hawaiians
Winner Gets a World Heavyweight Title Shot - Stank Special Guest Referee[/u] Psykle vs. LD Williams vs. Tytan vs. J-P Sparxx
Davin Moreland & Chris Evans vs. Alexander Darling & Matt Folz Firewoman vs. The President DH Magnusson vs. Darius Prentiss Stan Fulton vs. Ecosystem El Lobo Sangriento vs. Gravy Donger
card subject to Carnival hangover
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:11:08 GMT -5
The camera zooms in on Kai sitting in the center of a ring somewhere in Rio de Janeiro. He suddenly looks up and all around him. He springs to his feet and jumps onto what we now see is a cage surrounding the ring.
He climbs up the cage quick as a cat and gets to the top, standing on the corner. He then looks across to the other corner where Aina is also standing. They smile as the look at each other.
The camera then pans to a bikini clad Noelani, who has climbed half way up the outside of the cage as well. She dangles off the side of the cage, holding on with a hand and a foot. She then turns herself to press her back against the cage.
N: The monsters are loose, Texpress. My boys have always been caged animals, ready to pounce. And now...
Noelani grins wickedly and dangles herself from the cage again.
N: And now, whether you like it or not, you'll be locked inside the the cage with them.
Noelani then turns to face inside the cage. The camera changes and zooms to her face as she claws and slaps the cage to accentuate what she's saying.
N: You had your run. Now taste the fear, the madness, the horror, the paaaaaaain you're about to face. Inside the steel. Inside the cage. With the raw power of Hawai'i locked inside. Pomaika`i. You're gonna need it. Buck-O's.
Kai & Aina: ALOHA!
Kai and Aina both turn on top of the cage and moonsault back into the ring, landing on their feet.
168 HOURS...
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:11:31 GMT -5
<we see Moose escorted out of the building, still in his wrestling gear. Security tosses his bags after him and they slam the door. Moose just stands there and laughs maniacally. He cocks his head and listens, for the first time in awhile, it seems like Moose is hearing something that no one else can hear, he snaps back to reality for a moment, then looks at the INC>
MHJ: Fire.......I still want what is mine.
<Moose laughs maniacally again then heads to an idling sports car with dark windows. He tosses his bags into the back seat and hops in the drivers seat. The car roars out of the parking lot into the dark Rio night>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:11:57 GMT -5
Firewoman is CELEBRATING~! her win in the Darling Luxury Suites. Alexander is trying to smile along, but he's ticked off by his match. So ticked off in fact that he's throwing things and yelling. We catch him mid-rant.
AD: That fucking punk....he doesn't deserve that title if he has to cheat to steal it...
FW: You're absolutely right, Alex....
AD: Wait...I am?
FW: You are. Hell, let it all out, Alex. It's bad to keep it bottled up.
AD: Damn straight.
FW: ...It's just that....
AD: What?
FW: Well....It's our last night in Rio, and let's face it, we haven't had much time to....you know...just hang out...since I've been um....back. You know...just us.
AD: I know I'm just not feeling it...I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you.
Fire appears to have ideas about how to do that, but before she can express them, they are interrupted by Sydney Wyld coming in with Lucky.
SW: Congratulations on your win, Fire.
FW: Thanks...I feel so much .... I dunno, like I'm finally ... When he punched that little girl in the face I knew I had to --
L: Fire, have a seat....
Fire sits down next to Alex on the sofa. Syd and Lucky sit across from her.
FW: Look, I've been in a lot of these interventions, and they always end with Fire getting locked up. I didn't do anything wrong this time, HE was bullying and torturing the fans...the KIDS...plus his fucking bodyguard pulled a GUN? Who DOES that?
SW: Impressive disarm by the way.
FW: Thanks.
L: Fire, Dr. Freedman *Alex scowls more* is on board with this. If you REALLY want to heal from the last few months, you need to go cold turkey.
FW: Huh?
SW: That was a violent as hell match.
FW: It was a falls count anywhere in the COUNTRY match. Did you want me to give him flowers?
SW: No, but given everything you've been through...it could have gone badly...very quickly...and not just for Eco.
FW: *laughing, clearly still ecstatic over the outcome, almost manically so* Yeah, there was no fucking way he was going to walk out of there under his own power.
L: That's what we...and Dr. Freedman... are saying. You need to...well, stop.
FW: I...I can't...I have bills and stuff, and--
AD: Don't worry about those, Fire, I can--
FW: No you can't.
L: We're not talking about wrestling. Just the extra stuff.
FW: I haven't done--
SW: And to make sure that stays that way, we think it would be a good idea for you to...give over all your weapons.
FW: Fuck. That. Seriously.
L: Fire....
FW: Goddammit Lucky, when did I rehire you?
L: You never fired me.
AD: Lis......
FW: Don't you dare.......
AD: It's just temporary. 'Til things settle down a bit.
Firewoman stares daggers at all of them, then storms into her room. She comes back out with an armful. She throws her pretty shiny knife, her garrote, a blow torch, some clangy polls, light tubes, and bullwhip on the table.
FW: Fine. There.
L: That's not everything.
FW: Yeah it is.
SW: The....bat...what do you guys call it?
AD: Happy Deth Bat?
FW: Happy Deth Bat II.
SW: That too.
FW: No.
AD: Fire....
FW: I can't...it's not.... it's not mine to give to anyone.
SW: Well, you can't keep it.
Fire appears to think a few minutes, then grabs it and stands up. Sydney scoots her chair back instinctively.
FW: Oh, calm down. I'm just going to....
AD: *picking up on what she's saying* Oh no you fucking are not.
SW: What?
L: Fire *also picking up on it* ... I'll take care of it Fire.
SW: What?
FW: No you will not. I'll do it.
AD: You do realize he will kill you right?
FW: No he won't.
L: He's been fired...banned from all OOWF property.
FW: I can find him.
SW: WHAT? Someone please clue me in.
*Firewoman grabs her jacket, cigarettes, lighter, and HDB II, and walks toward the door. Alex leaps up to follow her. She turns and faces him.
FW: Stay. Here.
Firewoman turns and leaves, slamming the door.
SW: Will someone tell me what's going on?
Alexander merely looks at her and walks away, angry
L: Syd...she's going to take that back to Moose.
Sydney at first doesn't register, and then suddenly it dawns on her this might NOT be in Fire's best interest. The scene fades but instead of fading into the next promo, it fades into this.
164 Hours
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:12:36 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in a sleazy bar in Rio. He is sitting by himself at the bar, no one will sit anywhere near him. Moose is alternating drinking and laughing maniacally after cocking his head and listening to something only he can hear. We hear the door open and the bar goes completely silent. Footsteps approach Moose, but he never turns around, after a few seconds he speaks>
MHJ: How did you find me
Voice: I figured I would start at the sleaziest bar I could find. Figured you would be there
<the camera pans around and we see Firewoman standing there with Happy DethBat II, she stares at Moose, then softens slightly>
FW: Jack, why did you do it?
MHJ: He had it coming
FW: You got fired
MHJ: I’ll live
FW: <shaking her head> we could have finally teamed…….
<Moose finally turns around and looks at her>
MHJ: What makes you think I would team with you?
FW: <looking genuinely hurt> You have no idea how sorr…….
MHJ: Save it
<Moose turns back to the bar. Fire stands there, seemingly at a loss for words, Moose speaks>
MHJ: I know what you have with you, I’m not wearing the jacket this time, you want to finish the job, have at it
<Fire sets HDBII on the bar and turns and starts to walk away, then turns back to Moose>
FW: You will never know how bad I feel about what I did. I told you that you could get your revenge, you didn’t do anything
MHJ: <snapping around to look at Fire again and grabbing HDBII> YOU don’t tell ME when I can get revenge. What you did……….you are fucking lucky I didn’t listen to Him or you would never have made it out of Rio alive. It will come, when I am ready
<Fire turns and starts to walk away, shaking her head sadly, Moose looks back to the bar and speaks one last time>
MHJ: Fire
<Fire turns around one more time, Moose doesn’t say a word, he just holds up his fist in The Five salute, Fire sees this and tears well up in her eyes, she almost whispers>
FW: Take care Jacky
<Fire turns and walks out of the bar, Moose goes back to drinking and the bar resumes its normal chatter as we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:13:02 GMT -5
*Stank is watching Moose's promo on a monitor in the hallway of random encounters when he hears a voice behind him.*
V - The INC's are following him? I'd fire them too if I could find them.
*Stank turns around and LUNGES at GM theRick. He pins the freshly stitched and bandaged GM against the wall with his arm undeneath Rick's chin.*
GMtR - You looking to get fired too Stank?
Stank - You motherfucker... this is YOUR fault!
GMtR - MY FAULT??
Stank - What did you expect Moose to DO after what you did??
GMtR - LET go of me ASSHOLE!
*Stank releases Rick but does not back away.*
GMtR - I expected him to act like a goddamn professional! Instead he throws a HISSY fit and beats me down like a common schoolyard BULLY! Now STEP BACK!
*Stank does not move.*
GMtR - I will fire your ass, Stank.
Stank - You can't as long as I'm World Champion. It's in my contract.
GMtR - I'll strip you of the belt!
Stank - Requiring two thirds vote from the Board, bitch. Try again.
GMtR - Who in their right mind would allow that kind of stipulation in your contract??
Stank - You did... you put it in all of "Team Rick's" contracts after we won the war, asshole.
GMtR - You do NOT want to fuck with me Stank!
Stank - Funny. I was just about to say the same thing!
GMtR - Unless you want to defend your title in five-on-one matches, for the rest of what I'm sure would be a very short reign, you will BACK the FUCK out of my personal space.
*Stank thinks about it for a moment never taking his eyes off Rick. The big man takes one step back.*
GMtR - Stank, this wasn't about you. I understand loyalty. I understand that psychopath was your partner.
Stank - He's one of The Five!
GMtR- Well now he's one of the FIRED! And he BROUGHT IT ON HIMSELF! You don't think he KNEW I'd get rid of his sorry ass?
Stank -
GMtR - Stank... I like you. I always have. I don't care for your choice in friends, but you and I have mostly had a good working relationship. Don't throw it away standing up for that psycho, Moose.
Stank - Fuck you, Rick.
GMtR - I'll try not to hold your lack of respect against you.
*GM theRick turns and walks away*
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:13:30 GMT -5
*Fade in to a gym in Rio, where we find El Lobo Sangriento going over the card for OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Sao Paolo, Brazil…
ELS: Let’s see…Steel Cage…Best-of-Seven…Guest Referee…match, match, match, match…ah, here we are: El Lobo Sangriento versus the mighty…Gravy Donger? Let’s hope that’s an unfortunate name, rather than an unfortunate gimmick.
*SFJ3.14 enters the gym and approaches El Lobo Sangriento…
SFJ Mr. Sangriento? I have a few questions, if you don’t mind.
ELS: For a pretty lady like you? I have all the time in the world. And please, call me “El Lobo.”
SFJ: *blushing* Well, Mr….um…El Lobo, you’ve got your first ever OOWF match this week against Gravy Donger. Can I get your thoughts on that?
ELS: Well, first of all, can you answer a question about this guy? Does he actually, uh, you know, prefer gravy? In the sense that he, uh…
SFJ: You really don’t want me to answer that.
ELS: Ew. Oh well. I didn’t come here to judge the preferences of my peers. I came here to win. To conquer. To triumph. And that’s exactly what I intend to do in my OOWF debut.
SFJ: I see. And do you have any words for your opponent?
ELS: Aside from “seek help”?
SFJ: I think that goes without saying.
ELS: Look, Mr.…Donger. Gravy. Yeah, I’m going with Gravy. Look, Gravy, you’re just the first rung on my ladder to success. I mean you no disrespect, but I intend to not only beat you, but to beat you decisively. I have a point to make, and that point is that El Lobo Sangriento has arrived.
SFJ: That about wraps it up, unless you have anything further to add, El Lobo.
ELS: Two things. One: Gravy, beware La Bala de Plata. Two: What are you doing for dinner tonight, miss 3.14?
*El Lobo Sangriento and SFJ3.14 exit the gym together as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:13:57 GMT -5
*Fade in* to a very busy GM The Rick, talking to OOWF World Tag Team champions The Brass Knuckle Kings of Eric O'Mac & Bryce Larson about Wednesday's Steel Cage Match. Joined in progress...
Bryce Larson: I still say this is bullshit.
Eric O'Mac: Don't worry about it.
BL: They don't deserve to bei n there with us.
EOM: Honestly, no one does. But we do have to wrestle somebody!
GMTR: Since I'm in charg ehre, how about I speak.
EOM: Okay.
GMTR: One small note for you both. Your cage match Wednesday? It's pinfall or submission only.
BL: What?!
EOM: You're reacting like he wants you to react. It's fine. Hell, it's better.
GMTR: Really? Because I just took away the biggest strength you both have. Running away.
BL: I'm just going to trust Eric here. It's fine. Yeah, that's it.
EOM: Are we done here?
GMTR: Yes, now--
BL: WE'D LOVE TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR OFFICE, RICK! THANKS!
*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:14:19 GMT -5
Firewoman gets on the bus BARELY in time before it leaves Rio. GMtheRick stops her and they have a heated conversation, mostly in whispers, and which consists mostly of Rick whisper-yelling at Fire, and Fire merely nodding. She appears to ask him a question.
GMtR: Are you serious? Not only no, but HELL NO!
Fire nods, and is almost embarrassed by the commotion, quickly walking up the aisle of the bus. Stank reaches out and she jumps back.
St: Easy....I just...I saw you talked to Moose.
FW: Yeah...you said if I gave it back that might help.
St: It might...give it time.
FW: Whatever....
Fire continues down the aisle and flops down in the seat next to Alex.
AD: What was all that about with Rick.
FW: Me being almost late.
AD: You should have let me come--
FW: Shut up, Alex.
AD: Fine..........it's just....well, I know he's your brother and I know that every time he pushes you away you internalize it all and --
FW: Have you been talking with my therapist?
AD: No, but--
FW: Then really. Let it alone.
AD: Okay....
They sit in silence as the bus pulls out headed toward Sao Paolo.
AD: I just don't know how many times you have to put yourself through this. You do something he disapproves of....he rejects you, you --
FW: Don't you think I went just a tad over and above the 'disapproval' line there? He's right. I don't deserve his forgiveness. I'm okay with that.
AD: No you're not, and that's a horrible thing for a brother to--
FW: Do you have the run sheet?
AD: Yeah, why?
FW: I want to get back to work
AD: Fine.
He hands her the sheet, and she studies it for a minute, her demeanor one of all business.
FW: Who's the President?
AD: I think....*Alex cranes his head around the bus, looking* I think he's on the other bus. Anyway, new guy. Came in during the last couple of months so...well, I don't know if your memories are back yet.
FW: They're getting there. We got tape?
AD: Lucky probably has some. He's obsessive like that.
FW: Well, tell me what you know. We got like six hours.
Alexander begins to tell what he has observed, as Fire listens intently, and the bus rolls through the Brazilian country side. After about ten minutes though, Fire appears to be not listening any further, and instead her thoughts are somewhere else. Alexander notices this finally.
AD: And that is why women should have been denied the right to vote.
FW: I see....wait, what?
AD: Where are you?
FW: Thinking...I need the Darling jet.
AD: What for?
FW: To....go to Massachusetts.
AD: What for?
FW: *sighing* Because I want this all to be over with so I can get back to work, and not be thinking about it all the time. I want to put it all behind me and Davin said --
AD: Well, you can't have it.
FW: *getting angry* I know you aren't getting along right now, but it'd be nice if ONE of my blood relatives would speak to me.
AD: It's not about that. I'd let you have it in a second, it's just that ... well, I'm still cut off.
FW: Oh....
AD: Yeah. Why not just buy--
FW: Looked into it. For the kind of turnover I'd need to get back to South America in time for the show, it's ridiculously expensive, and I just don't have access to it down here.
AD: Oh....well....I have some connections that --
FW: Absolutely not. And by the way, if you had anything to do with the guy following Eco around, I will shoot you myself for getting involved with them. I'm not even going to go to them for this.
AD: Oh...well....sorry. Wait, just tell Rick you need to go. Not like it's not family. He'll fly you--
FW: That's what I asked when I got on the bus. He said "No."
AD: I think he said "Hell no."
FW: I'll think of something...now...back to The President....
Alex goes back to what he was talking about, and this time Fire listens more intently as the bus rolls on.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:14:49 GMT -5
Moose walks out of the bar and into the parking lot and sees his car has been trashed. He laughs and adds to the damage with HDBII then grabs his bag from the back. Moose walks down the road to an old decrepit fairgrounds where there appears to be a tiny indy fed running a matinee show. Moose walks to the grounds and takes a look around. He spots a chopper sitting parked in the wrestlers lot and asks a worker>
MHJ: Quem possui o interruptor inversor? (Who owns the chooper [according to babelfish])
Worker: Isso? Isso pertence ao grande mapinguary. O lutador o mais temido em todo o Brasil! that? (that belongs to the great mapinguary. The most feared wrestler in all of Brazil!)
<Moose smirks and heads to the ring. In the ring, two locals are working a match in front of a largely apathetic crowd. Moose steps into the ring with HDB II and they both beat a very hasty retreat. Moose looks around, then speaks……this place is small, no need for a mic>
MHJ: You all know who I am <the crowd boos> Save it, I don’t care. I am here for one thing <Moose holds up HDBII for everyone to see, then lays it in the middle of the ring> I saw something I wanted. So, Grand Mapinguary, get your ass out here
<The crowd gasps at the idea that someone would challenge this guy. He comes out from the back, snarling, and steps into the ring. We are going to assume he speaks English since I am tired of translating to Portuguese>
MHJ: That your chopper back there?
<GM nods>
MHJ: Ok, here is what I am going to do. You see that HDB in the middle of the ring?
<GM nods>
MHJ: We are going to play a little game. You get to HDB before I do, you get to keep it. Not only do you get to keep it, but you get to handcuff me to the ropes, and wear me out with it
<Moose pulls a pair of cuffs out of his pocket and tosses them to Grand Mapinguary he catches them and grins>
MHJ: But……when I get to HDB first, I walk out of here with your bike. Deal?
<GM seems to consider this for a moment then nods his head>
MHJ: Ok…..on the count of three. Ready? One…….two……THREE
<they both lunge at HDB, and GM actually gets his hands on it first, but Moose pulls a scalpel out of his boot and SLASHES Grand Mapinguary across the chest, leaving a nasty bloody cut. GM recoils in horror and bellows in rage. Moose grabs HDBII and rolls to his feet, and in one fluid motion SLAMS the bat upside GM’s head. Mapinguary slumps to his knees, and Moose SLAMS the bat across his face again sending him to the mat. Moose drops the bat, pulls MP up and DDT’s him on HDB! GM twitches in pain and blood pools from his head. Moose pulls HDB from under his face, bringing some hair and skin with it. Officials head into the ring to break it up and Moose fishes in GM’s pocket and grabs a set of keys. Jack leaves the ring and heads through the sparse crowd to the parking lot. Jack grabs his bag and throws it on the back of the chopper, then clips a strap from the bag to HDB and slings it across his back. The chopper roars to life and Moose tears out of the parking lot and heads toward Sao Paolo as we fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:15:14 GMT -5
Inside a sleek black limo, on the roads of Brazil
Behind the main OOWF bus drives a long stretch limo. Sitting inside are Ecosystem, The President, Commander Jackson, and Nicole Briscoe. Nicole is fiddling with a handheld camera, while Eco and the Commander look over the card sheet. The President, meanwhile, is talking everyone's ears off with a beer in hand, in constant danger of spilling with every bump in the road.
President: I told Rick, didn't I? Told him. Mistakes get corrected, problems get solved. It just the natural way of the world. How things work. That blood spilling out of his ripping, shredded face, that's all his fault. He refused to listen. He refused to do his damn job. And the consequence? Moose tearing that sumbitch up. Boom. Heh, mission accomplished, heh. Hey, where is Moose?
Eco: Being Moose. Look at this Mr. President. He hands President the card sheet. It would appear Rick did not take his lesson to heart.
President takes the sheet and peruses it for a few seconds. He scowls and crumples the paper, tossing it to the floor. Eco glances at the President sideways, then motions to Commander Jackson who grabs the paper and un-crumples it.
President: I don't believe this! What a joke! An outrage! Where does Rick get the nuts to keep pulling this?
Eco: Now it is just spite on his part. A pretty infantile reaction but I would not expect any less from him. Mission not so accomplished, I'm afraid.
President: Well that's not going to stand. Not at fucking all.
Eco: Of course not. It appears I have to go through with-
President: Yeah you're going to have to, and Rick is going to be GONE. You can't save this one; he's a dead man. Dead! Nicole, honey!
Nicole *Looking up from the camera*: What do you need Pres?
President: What I need is to kick Rick's ass. But what you're gonna do is fire up that camera of yours. I have a message for Rick, we'll send it with a, heh, care package for his face.
She nods and waits for President to settle himself before starting to record, Eco sitting in background looking amused.
President: Hey Rick! Your buddy President here. Just saw the upcoming card for Sao Paolo, and you're a dipshit. I mean, heh, you ain't getting a Ivy League education with learnin' like yours. How many times do you have to be given a lesson before you listen? You leave the arena yesterday with blood pouring from your face...and yet refuse to change. That's just dumb. I told you war was being called, war against you, if you didn't correct yourself. I just want you to know that, when I talk about war, I'm really talking about peace.
Everyone in the limo looks very confused.
President: The peace that'll come when you're stopped, after the war. Nobody's expression has changed. Being smashed in the face with a barbed wire bat, that was the last warning. Your time is over, muchacho. The next action is going to go way beyond just hurting you. When my business partner Ecosystem here takes action, he's not going to fire a $2 million missile at a $10 empty tent and hit a camel in the butt. It's going to be decisive. You've misunderestimated just how much danger you're in. Commander Jackson has his head in his hands while Eco is gamely maintaining a stoic expression. Enjoy your last few sips of power Rick. Because it's over. You. Are Done.
President makes a throat-slashing gesture and Nicole stops the recording, immediately busting into laughter. President looks at her confused for a second, then just breaks into a lopsided grin.
President: Yeah, heh, I can't wait for Rick's comeuptance myself.
She laughs harder while Commander Jackson looks ready to hurt someone. After a beat, Eco offers a slow clap.
Eco: Very eloquent Mr. President. And it is true, Rick's time is going to be coming to an end. He has crossed the line for the last time.
President: Seriously. I mean, how much more do I need to separate myself from that Psycho dude? I got the better record. I win the matches. And yet he's in a match to earn a title shot? Bullshit.
Eco: It makes no sense, as most every action Rick has taken recently have made no sense. What's done is done, however much Rick will be paying for it in the future. You sir, you need to be prepared. Firewoman is not to be taken lightly.
President: What?
Eco blinks.
Eco: Lisa-
President: I know who she is, I'm no moron. What does she have to do with anything? Do you want me to take her out as revenge for ya?
Eco: No, you are facing her in Sao Paolo. It was on the card.
President: Oh I didn't even see that. That bullshit title shot match pissed me off too much. He swigs from his beer. Well whatever, doesn't matter.
Eco: ....no, it matters. She is not to be taken lightly. She is incredibly violent.
President: Whatever. Doesn't matter, she's in the wrong and I'm the right. I mean, you went above and beyond to try and save her, just like you want to show these people how to be better. Just like how I want to guide the OOWF to total dominance and be a beacon of might for the fans. But she is a wretched, miserable waste of a person with so much drama Beverly Hills 90219 wouldn't take her. She'll lose because that's just how the world works.
Eco: ...she will HURT you.
President: Probably. But she will not win the match.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:15:44 GMT -5
Back in Rio de Janeiro, two nuns are talking. It's in Portuguese, but OOWF TV has a universal translator.
Nun1: So tragic. Poor little girl.
Nun2: Still, it's a miracle that she found us. What's her name?
Nun1: Sarah. Such a pretty face, and only 12 years old. Will there be much of a scar?
Nun2: A small one, but the person who brought her to us has made sure that she gets the right medical attention, so it shouldn't be too bad.
Nun1: What happened to the parents?
Nun2: She says her mother died years ago, and it was just her father and her. Then...he never came home. There are rumors he was dealing with some bad people....
Nun1: *crossing herself* Meu Deus....poor child.
Nun2: All she'll say is his name was Edgar. She seems very relieved to be here.
The nuns walk away. Suddenly the scene shifts to the OOWF bus, where Alexander is done explaining The President to Firewoman, and has fallen asleep. Fire's leaning her head on his shoulder when her cell phone buzzes.
FW: Yes? ..............................ah...Obrigado, sister (thank you).
AD: *waking up a little* Who was that?
FW: Just some loose ends getting tied up. Go back to sleep.
He complies, since he was barely awake anyway. Fire puts her head back down and smiles as she closes her eyes.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:16:11 GMT -5
We fade in to see a timer that reads
142 Hours
that fades out and we fade in too
The scene comes up on top of the OOWF bus as it is speeding down the road. We see Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback jack kneeling on the roof holding a piece of rope that has been tied across it. Both men only have one hand holding the rope, Jack has a Fosters in his other and DDT has his other one raised in the air as you would on a roller coaster. Both have huge smiles on their faces. Behind them attached to another rope is a very frightened DVD, who is gripping the rope with both hands, a look of terror on his face.
DVD: (shouting over the wind) WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?
OBJ: (Belches) That's Australian for training. We have a cage match this week and we didn't have that much luck in the last cage we were in.
Danny nods in agreement frowning slightly.
OBJ: This time we get the Brass Knuckle Kings, with no where to run, nowhere to hide, no one else involved anything goes. This will help build endurance so we can bring them a beating and keep it coming.
Danny smiles and him and OBJ use there free hands to exchange a knucklebump.
DVD: THAT'S GREAT, BUT WHY AM I UP HERE?
OBJ: You speak Portuguese, and we need a translator for a driver.
The Driver can now be heard yelling colisão.
DVD: BUMP?
Instantly both Jack and Danny grip the rope as the bus bounces high in the air. The INC is not so lucky and we see the view continue to fly skyward as the scene Fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:16:50 GMT -5
(Tytan heads out to the ring. He is in ripped jeans a black t-shirt and shovel in hand. He lays the shovel in the corner and then grabs a mic.)
Tytan: Well it seems like the OOWF decided not to forget who I am....(The crowd has a mixed reaction.)...but those of you who have let me remind you who I am. I am TYTAN. I am the strongest, most powerful wrestler to step into the ring of the OOWF. I have held just about every title in this Federation(looks to the camera) and I can take that one from you anytime I want. And I have taken out just about anyone I wanted to take out in the OOWF.
Now if and when I do take that title that is missing from my collection. Then I will become the quickest person to become the Grand-Slam Champion. That's the one thing any of you "Legends" haven't done.
So now there is Mayhem, and it seems I am in a match with you once again Mr. Williams. You see I have gained some serious respect for you. We have gone toe to toe a couple of times now and we have both won are share of matches and I see what kind of fighter you are.
But that being said, I respect you but I don't have a problem kicking your ass. The same goes for you other two Psykle and Sparky. Wait a minute Sparky. Didn't I kick your ass a couple of times already. How in the hell....and I do mean how in the HELL did you manage to get your Vanilla Ice and John Cena love child ass in a match like this. First off you need to learn to speak English-knowwhatImsaying. Second, you need to take that two-bit ho and take her back to her pimp because she ain't making him any money. (Tytan then hold up his pinky) People talk especially yours-knowwhatImsaying....
Now, that comes to you Psykle I will honestly say I haven't been paying much attention to you. I know you have done some damage around here. We will have to just wait and see if you can keep it going.
And finally.....Ecosystem. You sorry ass son of a bitch. I thought you had more Honor then that. Honor between brothers. Trinity was gold but you wanted to use it for your own pleasure. I think for all the crap I had to go through the things you needed me to do to help with "Your Plan" I deserve a little more then how it ended. I mean damn bro, Firewoman got to kick your arrogant ass in the ring. You would rather just blow me off. Once again this just proves everything that was said about you was true. If it ain't then prove me wrong.
Until then time to get to business in the ring at Mayhem.
(The music plays and Tytan grabs his shovel poses a couple of times and then leaves the ring.)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:18:47 GMT -5
~~~ Madison & Myers are backstage at the Sao Paolo OOWF Arena. They're stopped by a RNSFJ ~~~
RNSFJ: Chad, Zane, can I get a few words about your loss at Mayhem this past week?
Chad: Not much to say. They won. This week, We're in a cage match.
RNSFJ: A Cage match? OMG! How Awful!
Zane: Please don't speak in text. We've been in a number of cage matches. And have won our fair share of them too.
RNSFJ: I... I forgot the rest of my questions
Zane: Good. then we're done.
Chad: How about you toots? ready for a workout with the Cowboy?
RNSFJ: Well...... maybe
Chad: Maybe? What's the matter hun?
RNSFJ: I was kinda hoping the new guy might ask me out.
Chad: New Guy?
RNSFJ: EL Lobo Sangriento
~~~ Zane begins to laugh out loud and turn and walks away ~~~
Chad: What?
RNSFJ: I mean, Chad you're really sweet and any other time I'd really like to go out with you, but you kind of have a reputation. I don't want to be just another notch in your saddle. Lobo seems nice, plus he's new. You can only date the same wrestlers over and over so many times, ya know?
Chad: .....
~~~ The RNSFJ leaves Chad alone, shocked ~~~
Chad: I don't like this guy already.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:19:18 GMT -5
*The Philly Satanic has Mormon Joe pinned, one... two... THREE! Winner in 14:25 - The Philly Satanic!
The house show crowd boo the result to which TPS responds by climbing the corner turnbuckle and giving the crowd the finger. Suddenly Nonpoint's Skin blasts through the speakers and the OOWF World Champion walks out onto the stage to a loud initial POP from the crowd! The crowd noise morphs into a mixture of boos and cheers as Stank walks down the ramp toward the ring. The Philly Satanic jumps down from the ropes and stares at the big man as Stank slides in under the ropes. Mormon Joe rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor nursing his injuries. Stank rises to his feet and holds his championship belt up high. An attendant hands Stank a mic.*
Stank - Cut my music, cut my music.
*The music stops leaving the crowd noise in the air. It is loud and vocal with a good mix of cheers and boos. Stank looks out over the crowd then settles his gaze on The Philly Satanic who still has not left the ring. Stank cocks his head to the side and watches Philly in confusion.*
Stank - You seem troubled. Are you troubled?
*Philly stands his ground and does not speak.*
Stank - Who... are you?
*Philly looks out to the crowd then approaches Stank reaching for the mic. Stank pulls the mic away turns around and says...*
Stank - IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO YOU ARE!!
*Despite themselves the crowd pops for this. Stank plants a shit eating grin on his face.*
Stank - Yeah. Yeah. Gimmick infringement, I know.
*The crowd humors Stank with a few chuckles and chatter and applause.*
Stank - Look whoever you are I need you to make a decision. Either stay here and get your ass kicked or get the hell out of my ring to live and fight another day. You have three seconds... two... one!
*Stank lunges at TPS, but Philly drops down and slides under the ropes, exiting the ring and running for his life up the ramp. The crowd boos TPS's actions the whole way.*
Stank - Y'all really didn't want to see me fight that guy, did you?
*The crowd pops a little indicating they indeed wanted to see Philly get his ass kicked.*
Stank - Well the last time I looked The Philly Satanic was not in the main event at Mayhem to determine who will be the number one contender for my belt. But I'll tell you who is. Four other men. Four men who will battle it out to prove who is worthy to face me for this.
*Stank holds the OOWF Title Belt up to eye level.*
Stank - First we have... Psykle... Seven Foot three monster of a--
*Stank is interrupted by Let it Rock blaring through the speakers and the arrival of J-P Sparxx without Jewel by his side. Sparxx makes his way down the ramp and hops over the top rope posing for the crowd who respond with mostly cheers a boo here or there but nothing too vocal. Sparxx hops onto the second corner turnbuckle and gestures some more to the crowd. Stank stands there waiting patiently with a mildly annoyed look on his face. Sparxx is handed a mic and he hops off the turnbuckle and steps up to the champ.*
JPS - Yo! I told da WORLD dat I was gonna beat DIS tub a goo, fo dat dere World Title belt! And da way I's sees it... third times da charm Frank n Stank! Ya feel me?
*Stank barely has time to roll his eyes before The Bird and the Worm blasts through the speakers to a chorus of boos as Tytan walks out and heads down the ramp. J-P retreats to a neutral corner and Stank stands his ground near the center of the ring. Tytan steps through the rope with mic in hand. Walks over to Stank and looks him in the eye, he then glances at the World title belt slung over the champ's shoulder and takes one step back.*
Tytan - I am one title away from becoming the FASTEST grand slam champion in OOWF history.
Stank - I am one title away from becoming the slowest... your point?
*Tytan smirks a little before continuing.*
Tytan - My point is that while being a grand slam champ has it's appeal... three time World Champion sounds just as good! And what YOU and the little man over there need to realize is that--
*Interuptions seem to be the theme for this segment as Animal I Have Become plays over the loudspeakers and the giant biker from hell, Pyskle steps out onto the stage, down the ramp and steps over the top rope. He walks over to where Stank and Tytan stand while Sparxx sits content to watch the proceedings from the top turnbuckle of his neutral corner. Psykle looks down at Tytan and Stank, then grabs the mic from Tytan who protests with a scowl on his face.*
Psyke - I can't think of anything that would impress Moosehead Jack more than to become the number one contender for the World Championship... except maybe beating you, champ.
*Stank points to himself gesturing broadly "Who me?"*
Psyke - That's right. My mentor-
*And we have our last interuption of the segment when LD Williams steps out onto the stage and heads down the ramp while Jekyll & Hyde plays over the sound system. LD flashes The Five sign and Stank returns it. The Champ then walks over to the ropes and seperates them for LD to step through. They bump knuckles and Stank hands LD Williams his mic.*
LDW - No, no, Stank I don't need this mic. I just came out here to remind every one that I'm in this match and every one of you standing in this ring right now... should know what that means.
*Sparxx hops down from his corner and walks up to LD Williams.*
JPS - Yo! I Know wut dat means, son. It means you gonna have yo boy, pop-n-fresh here, Mistah Guest referee, Mistah tub o goo, call da match fo ya, kid. I knows what's up! YouknowwhatImsayin?
*Williams looks at J-P Sparxx with a furrowed brow.*
LDW - I don't really speak hip-hop so no... I don't know what you are saying.
Tytan - I do. And he has a point. So how about it Stank? You going to call this match down the middle or are you going to help your friend?
*The crowd starts to buzz as Stank takes the mic back from LD Williams and lifts it to his mouth to speak.*
Stank - Tytan I give you my word. I will call this match right down the middle.
Tytan - Well... that's good enough for me.
JPS - Yo! Not fo me it AIN'T!
*LD Williams is annoyed and pulls Sparxx around to tell him. Without a mic we can barely hear LD Williams say "Why don't you just shut the hell up?" Sparxx doesn't take too kindly to LD's suggestion and replies with a MIC upside LD WILLIAM'S HEAD! Williams falls hard to the mat, clutching at his head. Sparxx moves to put the stomp to him and sees Tytan moving to intercept. Sparxx turns, runs, and DROPKICKS Tytan into Psykle! Psykle catches Tytan and as these situations call for hotheadness he spins Tytan around and plants him with a SPINEBUSTER! Tytan rolls under the ropes and falls to the concrete floor. Psykle walks over to the side of the ring where Tytan went to jaw at him. When Psykle turns around he is KNOCKED over the top rope by J-P Sparxx who hits the man with a SPINNING KICK to Psykle's head! J-P Sparxx is proud of himself as he poses then grabs the ropes, preparing to launch himself over onto Tytan and Psykle when they rise. Sparxx doesn't get the chance as Williams has recovered. He spins J-P around and lays into the highflyer with punches to the head. Sparxx is reeling but LD Williams grabs Sparxx and swings him around! He launches Sparxx OVER the top rope and onto Tytan and Psykle who all fall in a heap! LD jaws at his fallen opponents then turns toward Stank who holds up his hand in The Five sign. LD returns the sign, smiles then KICKS Stank in the gut positioning the big man for the CANADIAN DESTROYER! LD is about to finish it but the champ lifts LD instead and places him on his shoulders for a STANK-U! As LD is launched up he flips out of the Stank-U and lands on his feet! LD Wiliiams slips out the ring and backs up the ramp with a huge smile on his face, despite blood running down from his forehead getting whacked by a microphone. Stank walks over to the ropes facing LD Williams with smile of his own. Stank gestures with his thumb and forefinger "This close" as his theme music plays! The crowd roars with excitement having seen a mini-preview of things to come on Wednesday. Stank exits the ring and heads up the ramp. When he reaches the top, he turns and raises his title high to the roar of the crowd. Tytan, Psykle, and Sparxx have seperated and glare up at the champ as the camera fades*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:19:46 GMT -5
~~~ Cut to the Random Columbia Hospital. Comrade Sharkoff is siting in a wheelchair, with his damaged limb probpped straight out. We see a beautiful dark haired woman walk into the room ~~~ Milena! Why did you come here?Milena: It's Mila now. Noone calls me Milena since we left the Ukraine A proud daughter of the Ukraine has Americanized her own name. Shameful! Mila: I am not ashamed. Moving to America has allowed me to become an actress, and become very wealthy. So why is the rich American here?Mila: Doing a favor for a friend of the family. You're getting on a private plane and seeing Dr. Marissa Cassaras Cassaras? Isn't she also in America with her Rich German?Mila: She still has her clinic and home in Cuba. that is where she will treat you, rehab you, and prepare your prosthetic foot. Now, enough of this, (to the orderly) wheel him downstairs to the van waiting outside. ~~~ Through the magic of television, we cut to a camera outside that watches Sharkoff be wheeled out the front door, followed closely by Mila. The passenger door of the van opens and This woman steps out Dr. Cassaras: Hello Comrade. Ms. Kunis' plane awaits us at the airport. We will get you back on your... feet.. and back in the ring as soon as possible Good. I am already wanting to exact my revenge on that bloated American fool. ~~~ The orderly helps Sharkoff into the Van. Dr. Cassaras & Mila get in as well, and the driver speeds off towards the airport ~~~ ***OOC*** A Bonus point for anyone who knows who Dr. Cassaras is***
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:20:15 GMT -5
*The bus has arrived in Sao Paolo and Drink & Destroy are ensconced (look it up) in the Destroyitarium. The Dropkick Murphys' The Gauntlet is playing on the jukebox (it's actually playing on Pandora as I type this). The boys are drinking beer and passing around a bottle of Jameson's, kicking off St Patty's day early, when SFJ 96 sits on a barstool next to Outback Jack*
OBJ: Can't I get a day off?
SFJ: I could get Scheme Gene to come interview you.
OBJ: Never mind -ask away!
SFJ: You and Danny have The Brass Knuckle Kings in a cage match, but they don't seem too worried.
OBJ: They've been on a nice run, so I don't blame them. Doesn't matter.
SFJ: Why not?
*OBJ's eyes roll up and Jack of the Hinterlands starts laughing*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:20:42 GMT -5
Psykle is once again in the parking lot, working on his Harley. SFJ13 walks by and stops to talk to him.
SFJ13: Hi Psykle!
Psykle just grunts.
SFJ13: You OK? You seem a little upset.
Psykle stops working on the Harley, steps over to the cameraman, takes the camera off his shoulder and places it on top of his Harley. The camera now shows us Psykle walking back over to the cameraman. Psykle grabs the cameraman, Gorilla Presses him over his head, and LAUNCHES him into the side of the building!
SFJ13: JESUS!
Psykle: I tried. I came here, decided I would keep my cool, bide my time, earn the respect I knew I deserved. But no, my mentor decided I needed to earn a specific person's respect, who has no respect for anyone or anything, and got his ass fired. Fine, forget about him. Then there is The President, joining up with a bunch of other idiots because he can't take care of himself. At least The Rick seems to have learned a little bit of a lesson, as he's not making me team with or fight that lunatic again. The Rick however has not learned everything he needs to.
SFJ13: (obviously scared to interrupt) Wha....what do you mean?
Psykle: I told everyone when I came that I wasn't going to go after titles right away. I told them I would earn my way up to the top of the card by rising through the ranks and paying my dues. There was a reason for that. When it comes down to championship gold, my thirst overpowers my control. My mentor and I agreed that I needed to strengthen my control before I went after gold, or the thirst would overtake me again. What I just did to your little cameraman buddy, that was just a small drop of the thirst taking over. You think what Moose did to The Rick was violent? You haven't seen what I do when the thirst takes over. Way back when, in another organization, Todd Pettengill was an interviewer. The thirst got the better of me, and a new phrase was coined, "Getting Pettengilled".
SFJ13: What did that mean?
Psykle: Let's just say it involved lying face down in a pool of your own blood, a lead pipe, and your anal region.
SFJ13: *GULP*
Psykle: So all this work, all the thoughts of staying in the midcard and rising slowly, it wasn't because I don't deserve to be at the top. I do, I can beat anyone out there any time I want to. It was to protect the rest of the locker room. When my true side comes out, the violence the OOWF has seen before will be nothing but a pale shadow compared to the violence I will bring to it now. Rick, you picked the wrong time to make this match. I've had no choice but to forsake my mentor's advice. I've actually stopped taking his calls, because, honestly, let's face it, he's not going to be able to steer me away from the violence.
Psykle gets on his Harley
SFJ13: But isn't your mentor in the match? I thought LD was...
Psykle revs the engine on his Harley, shakes his head as if to signify what a stupid girl SFJ13 is, and drives off, letting the camera fall to the ground hard, shattering and going to static.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:21:08 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Sao Paolo OOWF arena as a RNSFJ approaches El Lobo Sangriento, who is doing some dumbbell curls...
ELS: 1,001...1,002...1,003...Oh, hello there. I wasn't expecting company. Just doing my workout. Today's arms and back.
RNSFJ: So I see. I heard that you asked me to come by, sir.
ELS: Oh, did I?
RNSFJ: Yes.
ELS: Ohh, it's the deep burn. Oh, it's so deep. Oh, I can barely lift my right arm cause I did so many. I don't know if you heard me counting. I did over a thousand.
RNSFJ: Yes, that’s very impressive, sir. Did you call me here for a reason?
ELS: Yes, my dear. I called you here to discuss your recent interview with Mr. Chad Zane.
RNSFJ: With who now?
ELS: Chad Zane. Just recently, you spoke to him. He hit on you?
RNSFJ: OH…You mean my interview with Texpress – Chad AND Zane.
ELS: That was two different guys? Huh. I thought the “Zane” was a typo. Figured you broke style and went with his last name by accident. I was actually hoping maybe Chad was Billy Zane’s brother or something. I love that dude.
RNSFJ: No, they’re totally two different people. Also, that was a tv interview, not print. Do you still need me here, or were you just looking to score a Billy Zane autograph?
ELS: Easy there, miss…I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.
RNSFJ: Wow…no one’s ever asked me my actual name before. It’s like they think I’m just some randomly numbered sexy female journalist or something. My name’s Rhonda. Rhonda Natalie Stephanie Francis Jones.
ELS: Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Rhonda, but would you mind if we changed it to Rebecca? I once dated a Rhonda, and it didn’t end well.
RNSFJ: Whatever you want, Lobo. It’s your hallucination.
ELS: Thanks, Rebec—wait, what?...
*El Lobo Sangriento lies on the dressing room floor in a pool of his own blood. There appear to be multiple injuries, so it’s not exactly clear where the majority of the blood is coming from. As the OOWF medical staff rushes to the scene, Chad is seen walking slowly away with a grin on his face…
Chad: Maybe the new guy’s not so bad after all.
*FADE*
…IN to the OOWF arena in Sao Paolo, where we find El Lobo Sangriento waking violently from a nightmare…
ELS: Clearly, my mind is trying to tell me something here. I need to stay focused on my goals and not get caught up in chasing after SFJs. I see now that those actions could have undesirable consequences. From now on, it’s all business for El Lobo Sangriento.
*FADE* (for real this time)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:21:35 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen in the locker room shining up his shovel. He looks up and sees the camera.)
Tytan: So that's how you want to play LD. You want to make sure people don't forget about you. Believe me I haven't forgotten about you. I am the one that has been fighting you the last couple of weeks. So, I am more then ready to take you on again.
But you Psykle the big tall guy that thinks he is the next monster in the OOWF. Remember I was here long before you. So, what if Moose is your mentor. It means all I have to do is think I fighting him once again. But you know what there are other ways to chop you down. (He stops polishing the shovel and then looks down at it.) She needs to be fed...she needs some new blood. Just remember the bigger they are the harder they fall. There is only one monster...one big man. That is me....that is Tytan.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:22:04 GMT -5
~~~ We zoom in on the OOWF Sao Paolo Arena, where the traditional Saturday Night House show is underway. HI-Vo Sakamoto hits a SUPERKICK and pins Moe Zouri for the OVWOOWF Championship! He celebrates in the Middle of the ring, when suddenly "Walk This Way" Blasts through the speakers and Davin Moreland, Chad Madison & Zane Myers walk to the ring in their full ring gear, wearing the OOWF Campeonas de Trios around their waists. Hector Guerrero accompanys them, carrying a tophat. THey enter the ring. Madison & Myers offer handshakes to a stunned and scared. Sakamoto. He turns to Davin with his hand extended. Davin cocks his head sideways, and suddenly.. REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE. Sakamoto flops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Davin pops up and grabs a microphone. ~~~ Davin: Once again, we are out here to defend our Trios titles. Since apparently Hector Guererro doesn't speak Portugese, he has to earn his paycheck somehow. I had him put names in a hat. I will draw a name, and that wrestler will have 30 seconds to get out here with 2 partners for a Trios Title Match. Hector... ~~~ Guerrero puts his hand in the hat to mix up the names and offers it to Davin. Davin swilrs his hand inside several times before withdrawing a slip of paper ~~~ Davin: And the lucky victim is.... Radu Dracul! Radu, get down here ~~~ Sure enough, cheesy goth music plays, and Radu, Tavian and Vlad Dracul head to ringside. They stop at the steps and huddle up, apparently for some last minute strategy. They break the huddle and each go to a different side of the ring. Davin, Chad & Zane look on in near amusement, when suddenly.. THE DRACULS ATTACK!!! And not dumb ninja style, but all at once. It takes Run DLP about 8 seconds to turn the tables. Simultaneously, Run DLP kick thier assigned Dracul brother in the gut. STEREO KNEELIFTS!! TRIPLE REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTERS! All three Run DLP members cover their man and the referee looks around and counts 1...2...3 WINNERS, in 0:31; and STILL OOWF Campeonas de Trios, Run DLP! Chad grabs a microphone ~~~ Chad: Once more, we only do this because no one else will challenge us or book us a Trios defense. ~~~ "Walk This Way" plays and we fade....... ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:22:32 GMT -5
Firewoman is TRAINING~!, doing her martialy arts things, apparently awake before anyone in the OOWF Universe. And probably by design so she doesn't run into anyone. Unfortunately, that plan fails. Stan Fulton comes in, not seeing her at first. She hesitates a moment...then goes up to him.
FW: Crusher....
SF: I have nothing to say to you.
FW: Good, then you won't interrupt.
He gives her a glare, but she is undeterred.
FW: Look, you're my brother's ally, and that ... well, I appreciate it.
SF: You're brother isn't here, so there's no reason for you to--
FW: I thought you had nothing to say.
SF: ......
FW: Look, I know you're frustrated. But be patient...you're a good worker, and --
SF: If I just mind my manners and keep plugging away I'll make it?
FW: Well, that's not exactly how--
SF: Save it.
FW: Never mind....
She starts to walk away, but Crusher grabs her arm. Silly man.
SF: I don't know what you're trying to pull with me, but it's not going to work. You're not going to use me to get back into your brother's good graces. So walk away now or else--
FW: Or else what? You're going to threaten to do something? Like you threatened to do something to Tytan? Like you threatened to do something to Ecosystem?
SF: .....
FW: Three things to say to you. One, yeah, don't give up. You're too good. Stop trying to be what you think other people want, and be Stan "Crusher" Fulton. You lose when you lose sight of who you are. Trust me.
SF: Two?
FW: Take your hand off of me before I rip your arm off and beat you with it.
Fulton laughs at her...but he does step back, holding his hands up with a mocking "my bad" gesture.
FW: Thank you.
SF: And three?
Firewoman's voice and face changes, as if there's too much to think about getting in the way of her words.
FW: Watch yourself with Ecosystem. He has something planned...I don't know what it is, but you don't want to....doesn't matter if you stand with him or against him.....you'll lose.
Fulton looks at her, trying to gauge her sincerity, and then he smirks.
SF: And how do I know you're not still working with him, and trying to get in my head? How does anyone know anything you say is remotely related to reality?
Firewoman shakes her head and walks out of the gym. Fulton shakes his too, and goes back to getting started on his workout.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:23:05 GMT -5
Ecosystem steps out of his limo, full suit on, into a bright day in Brazil. He places his shades on, looking like Secret Service to the President behind him, along with Nicole Briscoe and Commander Jackson. Humorously enough, a reporter comes up to interview him.
Reporter: Ecosystem, do you have a response to Tytan's comments for you?
Eco: Tytan's comments?
President: (pulling out a shiny thin thing) I have it on my new iPad 2.
Eco: Roll tape, then.
Eco glares under his sunglasses.
Eco: Walk and talk.
Eco walks forward as the camera and the entourage follow.
Eco: Tytan, I would rather blow you off because I've given up trying to understand your motivations.
First of all, you turned on me. I don't think you understand this. You turned on ME with LISA, who sold you out within thirty seconds of her turning on me, to the cheers of the hypocrites in the audience.
Second of all, this is the second time you've done this. Let me remind you that I have never betrayed you, never turned on you. When you had a problem, all you had to do was ask, and I would accommodate. Now the first time you walked out on me, it was for drastic reasons. DEVILS was on track to hold more contracts than actual OOWF management. You saw Davin's arrogance and my misplaced desires, and you acted drastically, taking me out. I was glad you did for a time, Tytan, but now I am....less sure about your motivations, about the way you approached all of this.
Because this time, Tytan...this time you barely ever told me to change. Never signaled for me to change course. You thought that being a hero just meant taking out the bad guy....no matter whether or not you tried other means...no matter how loyal I was to you.
Do you honestly not see how loyal I was to you, Tytan? As a former World Champion, I removed myself from the title picture to be your tag team partner, to collect accolades for you. Even when we were on opposite sides--after you left me--I always afforded you the respect you were due. And when I returned, not only did I step aside for you AGAIN, but I HANDED YOU YOUR SECOND WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP.
Did you forget that? Did you? Or were my methods acceptable when they worked for your profit?
I owe you NO explanation for your betrayal, Tytan. You owe me one.
And you better work quickly....because you have 80 Hours.
Nicole: I think the clock actually has a couple more hours on it...
Eco: Wrong clock.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 17:24:06 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is SITTING~! with Fall River's Own Referee Angelo Barros at a Sao Paulo cafe eating Jag or some shit. Barros, being from Fall River, and therefore being of Portuguese descent, is able to converse pretty well with the locals. In fact, quite a little crowd has gathered around. Mostly autograph seekers. Much to Davin and Angelo's surprise however, they're mostly here to see Barros, and not Davin. Which apparently, for the time being, is fine with Davin - who's enjoying the lack of attention for a change. A little girl says something in Portuguese to Davin, while holding up her paper and pen*
DM: What did she say, Angelo?
FRORAB: I'm pretty sure she said "Can I have your autograph?" Aren't you paying attention? You've only heard it about 250 times in the last 10 minutes.
DM: She wants my autograph?
FRORAB: Apparently so.
DM: Can you ask her why?
FRORAB: You grew up in Massachusetts. You ask her, lazy-ass.
DM: Por quê?
LG: Ora, o quê?
DM: Por que você quer meu autógrafo?
FRORAB: Ok, so maybe you were paying attention.
LG: Porque você sabe Angelo Barros! Estou com muito medo de perguntar.
*Barros starts laughing. Davin clearly caught a good chunk of that and starts laughing too*
DM: Ok Angelo, tell her it would be my honor. I'm in awe just to be in the great Angelo Barros' presence.
FRORAB: Ele disse que não há problema. Se você ficar quieto, parece que vou deixar de ser babaca.
*The little girl starts laughing her ass off as she hands Davin the paper and pen*
DM: *takes the pen and says quietly to the girl and Angelo* I know what "babaca" is. And you two are fucking babacas for thinking I don't know my shit, jerks.
*They look a little surprised before laughing again. Eventually, the crowd thins, and it's just Angelo and Davin*
DM: You doing my match this week?
FRORAB: It's entirely possible. I haven't gotten my match assignments yet though. I'll be honest, I don't want any part of that bloodbath.
DM: Bloodbath? Are you kidding me? It's Davin plus 3 other people who clearly don't give a shit. This means Davin jobs, and that's fine, because I'm all about putting the kids over and whatnot, but this is just fucking pathetic.
FRORAB: You haven't promoed in a while either you know.
DM: 1) I've been busy. 2) I have absolutely no reason to promo when the other three people involved in the damn match are bringing nothing to the table. And you know what, Angelo? I shouldn't be surprised. They rarely bring anything to the table anymore. Alex used to, until he clearly bought stock in Stamps.com. And I'll give Evans credit for the rare, occasional relevant promo that makes you want to give a shit. Emphasis on Rare. And the other one, well, fuck that guy, because I can't remember a single promo of his that has ever mattered, at all. Which is fine, because he never fucking promos either. So why the fuck should I? There are 2 current champions in that group. And a former World Champion. Maybe not giving a shit is the quickest way to a title. Maybe.
FRORAB: I guess I'm your SFJ for the afternoon?
DM: Gives you something to do. Listen, I don't expect everyone to promo 400 times a day like the Greatest of All Time does sometimes. But you know? Even Davin Moreland loses his motivation from time to time when people DON'T FUCKING PROMO! Why SHOULD I put in any effort? Why SHOULD Davin Moreland give a shit? I should just sit here, stay black and die. And then I'd probably win the IC title.
FRORAB: You're not black.
DM: BE THAT AS IT MAY...there is something seriously wrong with the infrastructure between the Booking Committee, the Ownership and the General Manager for this egregious strategy of pushing people who don't participate, to the detriment of those who do, and then just expect those who do to sit by quietly and say fucking NOTHING. I mean, what do you think about the "same people always having titles"?
FRORAB: Well, I think-
DM: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK!
FRORAB: Babaca.
DM: Well, it doesn't. Doesn't matter what YOU think, doesn't matter what I think, doesn't matter what anyone else fucking thinks. How long does Davin Moreland have to spin HIS fucking wheels so balloonheads like Tytan get World Title Runs? I've won the thing 4 times, and have gotten the Rey Mysterio/CM Punk/Jack Swagger push every damn time. I don't need to prove anything to anyone. But for MYSELF. For myself, I just want what I'm fucking ENTITLED to. All the hard work and dedication I've put into this place, and what do I get? Sure, the only 6-Pack Champion, greatest to ever lace 'em up. Sure. But the end result is Davin gets fucking marginalized and put into a "caricature box" so Davin isn't allowed to DO certain things. Davin's a heel, so he can't be nice to people. He can't win clean. He's just got to babaca it up to fucking eleven so people won't bitch or cry or whine or whatever.
DM: The great thing about OOWF, and what made me say yes to Rick in the first place, was that if you do the work, and put in the effort, the results would always, always come. I used to be able to be myself. Davin. Part asshole. Part pretty ok guy. Always competitive. Someone with flaws. You know, a real fucking person. These days? You're a caricature or your fucking nothing. No one can be themselves. No one can have a personality that diverges with their caricature, even a little. Apathy is rewarded and dedication is ignored. Join, promo 4 times, win a title, keep it for several months, and maybe promo once or twice more. Fucking stupid. Fucking worthless.
FRORAB: What exactly are you saying?
DM: I'm saying, for as much as I hate that piece of monkey crap Alexander Darling, and for as much as I can't stand that worthless poser, who wrote 10 promos over the last 10 months, Fuckthatguy - I can't be brought to the level of giving a shit about a match that I should be uber-hyped for. The outcome is not in doubt, and predictable, and it advances nothing because nobody cuts a fucking promo. I may as well be 1 on 1 with Starfire Huckabee this week. Both matter exactly as much.
FRORAB: Wow.
DM: I may not know everything, but I know a lot of fucking things, and I know this: My tag partner won't promo. Fuckthatguy won't promo. Alexander might promo, but he'll barely mention the tag match because he has better things to talk about, and rightfully so. I wish I didn't have to talk about this stuff. I really do. But it's so fucking frustrating to sit here and put forth ALL this effort, and watch it turn into absolutely nothing - and then get a pat on the head by GM the Rick telling me "Good job, way to take one for the team". Fuck that, and fuck this. I am NOT your bitch no more, Rick, and I'm no one else's either.
DM: So from here on out, let me put the locker room on notice: Do not expect Davin Moreland to carry your fucking feuds anymore. Do not expect Davin Moreland to fit neatly into your little fucking boxes. I don't care who likes it, or who doesn't. Davin Moreland is going back to being Davin Moreland. Flaws and all. Real person and all. Greatest of All Time and all. I'm sick and tired of bending over backward for people who clearly don't give nearly as much of a shit as I do. So I'm gonna do my own thing. You don't like it? Do something about it. You won't, because you're all fucking pussies. To paraphrase one of those pussies, you won't do anything about it, because I'm Davin Moreland, the Best who ever laced up a pair of boots, the Greatest of All Time...and you're, well, just not. Cock a doodle doo, motherfucker.
*He throws some bills on the table and motions for Barros to head off. The throng of Barros autograph seekers follow as well*
*fade*
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