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Post by BookerShark on Mar 16, 2011 20:24:31 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Portoviejo, Ecuador
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Stank vs. Psykle
Best of Seven Series, Match 6 - Stips TBA[/u] The Flyin Hawaiians (3-2) vs. Texpress (2-3)
Non-Title Chain Match[/u] The Brass Knuckle Kings vs. Drink & Destroy
Non-Title Match[/u] Chris Evans vs. Alexander Darling
Submission Match[/u] Darius Prentiss vs. DH Magnusson
Matt Folz vs. Davin Moreland Stan Fulton vs. El Lobo Sangriento Tytan vs. J-P Sparxx vs. LD Williams Firewoman vs. The President
Card subject to.....nothing
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 16, 2011 20:25:46 GMT -5
(Tytan is sitting in the locker room watching the actions of the Brass Knuckle Kings.)
Tytan: (TNA style.) Well...well..well. What do we have here? The BKK and to top it off Ecosystem is the new GM. I knew I wasn't the only one that was sick and tired of listening to Davin run his mouth, and Alex too. That was good. LD so where does this leave us? How is it that we let a rookie get the better hand? We will just have to continue this another day. So many things happening, Eco congrats on finally getting what you wanted. You are the boss, and now I work for you. I don't know how should I take this one. But I will say this, bro. You finally had a plan that worked. Where do I side, a battle is coming. Or do I sit and watch them all bleed.
(Tytan laughs picks up his shovel and leaves the locker room.)
FaDE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 16, 2011 20:26:34 GMT -5
*Chris Evans is walking to the back with the rest of BKK, where Shawn Johnson is in the hall waiting for him. Eric and Larson just keep walking.*
MF: Want me to stick around, Chris?
OGMSJ: This conversation doesn't concern you, homo. Get to steppin'.
*Folz balls his fists up*
CE: It's ok, Matt. I'll catch up.
MF: She's got some mouth on her.
OGMSJ: Fag.
MF: *turns back around* Excuse me?
OGMSJ: You heard me. Fag. Homo. Queer. You like big ol' man meat slammed up your ass. Do I have to draw you a fucking picture?
*Evans makes a gesture for Folz to calm down, and Folz goes on his way*
CE: Shawn, you shouldn't say-
OGMSJ: Shut the fuck up. What in the BLUE FUCK is wrong with you, huh?
CE: Come on. You know I had to get away from Davin. He's been treating me like shit for months.
OGMSJ: You brought that on yourself, asshole.
CE: This is easily the best decision I could make for me. Heck, for US.
OGMSJ: Us? US? Are you out of your fucking mind?
CE: You mean to tell me-
*Before he can finish the sentence, Shawn slaps Evans hard across the face. Before Evans can react, he gets kicked HARD in the balls. With Evans bent over, she's able to land a halfway decent DDT*
OGMSJ: You stupid fuck. You have no idea what you just did. This isn't Team Fucking Fuel with Drama Queen and Larson. There are repercussions for your actions. This. This was just an appetizer. Sorry about your balls. I'm pretty sure Folz can make them feel better for you.
*She kicks him hard in the head before heading back to Davin's locker room. Davin's obviously not there, but Moonbeam is*
SFJ420: What the fuck is wrong with you?
OGMSJ: What?
SFJ420: Davin's gonna hit the roof.
OGMSJ: No he won't.
SFJ420: You know he thinks you had something to do with this, right?
OGMSJ: Why would he think that?
SFJ420: Oh, I dunno Shawn. Why don't you use your head for a change.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 16, 2011 20:39:55 GMT -5
The scene comes up and we see the World Champion Stank sitting in his dressing room putting some ice on his knee. A soft knock is heard on the door and Stank looks up to see DVD leaning against it tapping. Stank grimaces and goes back to tending to his knee.
Stank: Go away.
DVD (smiles and shakes his head lightly) : I get it you don't like me, well the feeling is mutual.
Stank: Then go away.
DVD: Can't do it, I need to talk to you.
Stank: I have nothing to say.
DVD: You don't have to talk, just listen.
At this Stank stands up to his full height and heads towards DVD a pissed off look on his face. DVD backs up holding his hands in a gesture of peace.
DVD: Woah, calm down Champ. I didn't mean it like that, I just have somethings to discuss with you. You did see the show tonight, you've been around long enough to know what happens when major changes go down like that. Blood is in the air, we've seen it before.
Stank pauses, and crosses his hands over his chest.
Stank: You have five minutes.
DVD: (chuckling slightly) Five, how appropriate. Eco is the new GM. You and Rick may not have always gotten along, but you understood each other. How well do you really understand Eco?
Stank goes to respond but DVD cuts him off.
DVD: No one really knows Eco. When D&D feuded with you, we always knew what we where in for. You said you would bring the violence, and you did. I may not have liked it, but I understood it. Eco is a different animal, everything he says has a hidden meaning. Plans within plans layers within layers. The only constant is his craving of power.
DVD pauses and points to the belt laying behind Stank.
DVD: That brings power, how long before Eco decides he wants that power for one of his own?
Stank: I'm more then capable of taking care of myself.
DVD: One on one, I have no doubt of that, but Eco isn't alone, and he's not the only one. The BKK took two other former world champs who could claim the same thing and left them laying in the center of the ring, and their ambition isn't going to stop there. No man is an island Stank.
DVD holds up his hand five fingers spread apart.
DVD: (dropping one finger) Poe is gone, (drops another finger) Moose is gone, (drops another finger) Fire is ostracized, (drops another) LD has turned his attention towards those that have overlooked him. Hell even your new friend Fulton has barricaded himself away, leaving you alone.
Stank: LD still has my back, once the five, always the five.
DVD: (smirking) Sounds good on paper, but I look around, and I'm only seeing one. Things have changed, and not for the better. It's time to put the past behind us and prepare for the future.
Stank: (frowning) Do you have a point?
DVD: My only goal in this company is to see that Danny achieves success. I will do whatever it takes to help him. I sided with Jack and Spin to ensure we could survive the battles of the Five. I put my own body on the line more then once against you and moose.
Stank smiles remembering those times. DVD lowers his eyebrows slightly but continues.
DVD: I stand by him even when I don't agree with his decisions. Like I said, I know you don't like me, and I don't like you. Something happened between you and Danny, I don't know what it was, but damn if he doesn't respect you. Just know that if Eco, or the BKK come after you, He will have your back, thus so will I. Whatever happened between us is the past it's time to focus on the future.
Stank: Really? And what do Jack and DH think of this?
DVD: They don't know I'm here, hell Danny doesn't even know I'm here. Big things are coming Stank, it's going to be hell, and if I'm going to war, I would rather have you by my side then against it.
Stank: Why should I care about you, or them at all.
DVD: (shrugs) Maybe you shouldn't. I won't claim to speak for you, or know what you should or should not do. All I know is things are getting ugly, and like I said I will do whatever it takes to watch out for my friends. Even if means reaching out to those who don't want it. You can go it alone, and you may even be successful
DVD pauses taking a deep breath. Stank glares at him and neither man seems willing to break the silence. Finally DVD speaks again.
DVD: You've been around longer then most, you know how these things go. You are the champ, you have a target. You may be able to go it alone, but I'm saying, you may not need to. That which was old and broken, could be reforged into something new. Just something to think about........Champ.
With that DVD walks off. Stank stares off after him not moving until he is out of sight. The camera holds on him for a moment before he simply shuts the door as the scene fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 16, 2011 20:44:51 GMT -5
Scene fades in on a darkened warehouse somewhere in Sao Paulo, or maybe nearby Santos. Kai and Aina are doing a Haka in what is obviously a very hot warehouse.
After a few moments, they both stop, clasp their hands in front of them as if in prayer. They then give a back arching war cry and start running full speed. The slide into a ring and head for the opposite corners. They climp up the turnbuckles with ease and jump up, grabbing ropes and using them like monkey bars. They make their way to the center and pull themselves up to a large piece of plywood that has been placed over the meeting point of the ropes, joining Noelani on the plywood, glaring menacingly at the caerma on each side of her.
Noelani holds up four fingers (as is she were a Horseman). The PA counts down in a deep voice, as she does with her fingers: Four, Three, Two, One...
N: Chad. Zane. You've put up a good fight. But it's over. We've saved the best for last. Ultimate X Partner. And you know what? I can't think of a better victory banner than this...
Noelani unfurled a Hawai'ian flag.
N: Wednesday, In Portoviejo, we'll be celebrating. Again. Waving the flag of our people high. And you? Well, you'll be left to remember your past glories. PAST glories. See ya there. Aloha.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 16, 2011 20:51:52 GMT -5
*Fade in to a bar in Sao Paolo, Brazil, where we find El Lobo Sangriento CELEBRATING~! his first victory in the OOWF. Since he hasn’t had a chance to meet many of his peers, he’s drinking alone at a table that’s almost completely covered in empty beer bottles. SFJ10 approaches carrying a tray of drinks…
SFJ: El Lobo Sangriento?
ELS: What gave it away? Was it the mask?
SFJ: No need to be a dick. I was just—
ELS: Please. Sit. I apologize. I meant no offense. I was just screwing around.
*SFJ10 sits and places the tray on the table as Lobo moves some of the empty bottles over to the next table…
ELS: You didn’t need to bring drinks. I won tonight. I’m celebrating. If you’re drinking with me, I’m paying.
SFJ: That’s very generous, Lobo, and I’ll be taking you up on the offer, I assure you, but these aren’t from me.
ELS: Then who—
*Lobo actually looks down at the tray and sees that there are an even dozen shots of vodka. He tosses one back, smiles and nods…
SFJ: So, first question: would you like to explain the shots?
ELS: I saw an atrocity take place. I saw one of my peers step way over the line and intentionally maim another wrestler. I saw that maimed man lose an appendage and a title belt in one swift act of insanity. I merely sought to brighten that maimed man’s day by giving him a small gift. Judging by the quality and quantity of this vodka, the gesture was appreciated.
SFJ: So, you’ve formed an alliance with—
ELS: Excuse me. I hate to interrupt, but no. Just no. I have formed no alliances. I did what I did to right a wrong. I realize that it was a small gesture, but it seems to have been an effective one.
SFJ: You’re referring to your match at next week’s Mayhem with Stan Fulton, I presume?
ELS: My what with the who now?
SFJ: You heard me. You haven’t seen the lineup for next week yet?
ELS: I didn’t know it was up.[/b]
SFJ: That’s what she said. Which makes two rookie mistakes: underestimating the biting wit of the SFJs and not sticking around after the show to check the lineup.
ELS: So, they gave me Fulton already, eh?
SFJ: Actually, it’s the other way around. They’re giving you to him. You didn’t think you could just take his DDT belt with no consequences, did you?
ELS: I was just…I mean, he cost the guy his foot. What was I supposed to do? I just—
SFJ: (getting up to leave) Enjoy your vodka, Lobo.
ELS: Wait, didn’t you say you were going to have a drink with me?
SFJ: I did. I didn’t say it’d be tonight. Let that be some incentive for you to survive your match against Crusher.
*SFJ10 walks away, leaving Lobo alone with a tray of vodka shots, half a beer, and a lot to think about as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 16, 2011 21:00:49 GMT -5
~~~ Chad & Zane are heading out of the OOWF arena, Zane watching OOWF-TV on his Still Unsponsored Smartphone. He stops, makes a phone call ~~~
Zane: Yes. The guy in the mask, you see him? Really? How many masked guys are there in your establishment?...... Good..... Yes, a 1-litre bottle..... Yes it has to be Aquafina.... No he can figure it out..... Thanks....
Chad: What was that about.
Zane: Nothing. We need to get ready for the Ultimate X Match.
~~~Fade~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 16, 2011 21:25:09 GMT -5
*Stank is sitting in his locker room. He removes his referee's shirt and puts on a fresh, black T-Shirt. He continues sitting there, bent over with his hand on his head. He feels a migraine coming on. He stares at the floor a thousand thoughts seemingly buzzing around inside his head. SFJ#5 walks in.*
SFJ#5 - Stank any thoughts on tonight's events?
*Stank slowly looks up at SFJ#5*
Stank - First I'd like to congratulate Psykle on a hard fought victory. Let's tear the house down at next week's Mayhem. The OOWF World Champion will not be marginalized which means next week... neither will you.
Stank - Second, DVD was just here not too long ago... he said some interesting things and I listened... now he needs to hear this... I will not go back to Drink & Destroy. Those days are over. For me to go back would be like taking one huge step backwards... not only for me, but for the current members of D&D as well. Having said that... I appreciate your offer DVD. We'll see how far that appreciation takes us. Baby steps.
SFJ#5 - What about our new GM Ecosystem?
Stank - Worse than the old one I suspect. It's like Bennett all over again except Juni has legitimate claim to the OOWF. All I know is this... and let this serve as a promise... the moment, and I mean the EXACT moment a gun, rifle, or any other firearm is pointed at me in some kind of bullshit attempt to assert authority... all bets... and I mean ALL bets... are off. I didn't like it when Johnny Adrenaline did it to win the tag titles from Lock and I, many moons ago... I like it even less now.
SFJ#5 - And what of the Brass Knuckle Kings...?
Stank - I have no comment on the Corre... uh... I mean Brass Knuckle Kings until such time a comment is warranted. I'm the World Champion. They want belts. Comments will come soon enough. I'm done talking.
*As soon as Stank is finished speaking LD Williams knocks and enters the locker room.*
LDW - Let's take a walk.
Stank - Where?
LDW - Just come with me.
*Stank rises from his seat and follows LD out the door. They walk down the hallway of non-encounters, through a set of doors, down another hallway and stop in front of a door. Stank reads the nameplate.*
Stank - Are you shitting me?
LDW - We're just going to talk.
Stank - Right now I don't want to talk.
LDW - Too bad because we're going to visit his brother-in-law after we're done here.
Stank - Shit.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 12:31:09 GMT -5
Alexis continues her discussion of why Alex should go to the medical center once they get back to the locker rooms, and DH is backing her up. Alexander walks into his room. Firewoman comes in after a shower, and sees the blood trail, and starts to head for their room, but Alexis blocks her.
LD: Not now, Fire.
FW: Lexie, can we not--
LD: He does not have the energy for your drama now.
FW: Shockingly I'm not here about me.
LD: Yeah, I am shocked.
DHM: C'mon, Lex....She's his wife.....she's allowed.
Alexis glares at him, but stands aside.
FW: Thank you.
Firewoman comes into the room and sees Alex still sitting there. She grabs a towel and walks quietly up to him and puts the towel gently on the back of his head where the blood is coming from.
AD: Thanks.
FW: No prob. Eric, huh?
AD: Yeah.
FW: How can someone so hot be such a douche?
AD: You talking about me or him?
They both smile, as if this is some sort of secret joke.
FW: I'm going to plead the Fifth on this.
AD: Good plan. Hey...are you okay?
FW: I'm not dripping blood on the floor, so--
AD: No, Fire. He looks up, and she moves the towel to deal with the cut on his forehead. Ecosystem....Juni....He's GM now.
FW: Yeah, I saw. So what do I have to do to get you to medical?
AD: That's it? That's all you have to say?
FW: I have plenty to say, Alex but it'll wait. You need stitches.
AD: Fire...he threatened to kill you. FOR REAL.
FW: Big deal, he's done it before.
AD: FIRE! He stands up and gets woozy.
FW: Okay, sit back down....
AD: No, dammit. I know what you're up to, and you need to take it seriously.
FW: I'm very serious about taking you to the training room.
AD: Fire...promise me.....
FW: Later, Alex, come on, let's--
AD: PROMISE ME, dammit. Whatever you were thinking with his sister....just....stop.
FW: If you don't come with me right now I will stitch you up myself.
AD: *yelling* Fire....Do you know what hell it was when we thought you were gone before? And now it's like you don't even care about that. You're still too focused on revenge, and you don't care what it would do to... what it DOES to me to see you dare him to....
Firewoman looks at Alexander as if this is all news to her, which it probably IS news to her.
FW: Gods...you're right. Okay....I won't....if you just do this one thing for me.
AD: *yelling, but less* Even when you're doing what you should you're still selfish. FINE...you win. What do I have to do for you NOW??
FW: Come to medical with me.
Alexander puts his head down, and nods, then starts to lose his balance again.
FW: Okay, c'mon.....
Fire puts Alex's arm around her neck, and supports him as they walk out the door. Alexis looks kind of surprised, but mouths the words "Thank you" to Fire, and Fire nods at her. They head down the hall towards medical.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 12:31:50 GMT -5
As Firewoman and Alexander are walking down the hallway, Alex notices someone is tying something on his arm.Alex: What the— Commissioner The President: You look like you could use a balloon, son! Don’t you worry, “I feel your pain.” The President and Ecosystem hurry off as Alex and Fire look up at the “Get Well Grandma!” balloon tied to Alex’s left arm. They rush into a medical room just as the nurse is leaving.General Manager Ecosystem: Davin! How are you feeling? Davin: I’ve felt better. On around 90% of the days of my life. Commissioner The President: Sorry we didn’t make the save earlier…but as much as I love jogging, by the time we saw it, other people were headed down… General Manager Ecosystem: …and it kind of looked like a hassle… Commissioner The President: And there was a lot of free catering that hadn’t been eaten….Hill’s been trying to put me on a diet, see… Davin: It would have been nice if you hadn’t dismissed all the security except for your own earlier. General Manager Ecosystem: Oh yeah, should have kept you in the loop on the General Manager thing. Davin: Fine. You’re Grand Slam Champion now? General Manager Ecosystem: Yeah…I kind of thought you might be annoyed about that. Davin: (shakes head) Nah. Should have thought of it myself. Beats slumming it in a boring division for months. General Manager Ecosystem: Great! In that case, I want you to check out my new Intercontinental Title! Davin: You made a new… Eco pulls out a new Intercontinental Title from his briefcase.Davin: …You put your face on the title. General Manager Ecosystem: I know, it’s awesome, right? And check it out, it spins! Eco spins his own face on the title plate as President and Davin look askance.General Manager Ecosystem: Hey, would you mind engraving the Grand Slam Trophy for me? Davin: I’m not putting your face on the Grand Slam Trophy, Eco. General Manager Ecosystem: Oh no no. That would be tacky. Davin: Right. General Manager Ecosystem: I just want my name. “Junichiro ‘Ecosystem’ Muyo: The Greatest Wrestler To Ever Live.” Davin: See, I have a problem with that— General Manager Ecosystem: I know, I know, but “OOWF Hall of Famer, Company Founder, Grand Slam Champion and Tag Invitational Winner, General Manager of the People, Junichiro ‘Ecosystem’ Muyo” was a couple characters too long to fit around the circumference. I did the math. Davin: I think you missed the point— General Manager Ecosystem: Davin, I just want to thank you for reaching out to me. You know, people can suck up now—and I strongly encourage them to suck up—but at the end of the day, it was just you and The President who reached out in my time of need. And even as Evans and his new friends turn on you like the Benedict Judas’s they are, I’ll be there for you. (hugging Davin again) See you later…friend. The President ties the balloons to the end of the bedpost, and Eco and The President exit before Davin can react.Commissioner The President: So what’s next, Juni? General Manager Ecosystem: Well, Commissioner, I think it’s time we placed a call to those Brass Knuckle Kings, don’t you think? A conversation is in order. Commissioner The President: Negotiation with terrorists? Well, “this is America. There is no them; there's only us.” General Manager Ecosystem: Very good, Mr. President. Very good. FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 12:32:40 GMT -5
Hallway Outside That Medical Room, Sao Paolo, Brazil
Commissioner The President: I will let you deal with those negotiations, Mr. General Manager. I have some.....delicate diplomacy of my own to handle.
He takes a cigar out from his pocket, emblazoned with the words "GREATEST EVER - ECO", and places it in his mouth, raising both eyebrows with a grin. He removes a matchbook, white with a mock-up of the new Intercontinental Title pictured on it, and lights the cigar while still grinning. General Manager Ecosystem nods with a knowing smirk and heads off with Commander Jackson in tow.
Commissioner The President walks through the hallways of the .... Arena, puffing contentedly on his cigar and whistling 'Heartbreak Hotel'. Exiting the arena through the same door he entered earlier in the day, the sleek black limo is there. Next to it is a new one, colored red white and blue and wrapped in a large bow of stars. The words "GREATEST WRESTLER EVER" are written on the sides, and on the hood is an airsprayed version of Eco's face. Commissioner The President's grin widens as the non-descript Brazilian limo driver opens the door of the black limo for him. Nicole Briscoe is waiting inside.
Commissioner The President *While Sitting Down Next to Her*: I see you took care of everything, well done sweetie. Ecosystem is going to love it and hell, the man deserves it.
Nicole: It did cost me-
Commissioner The President *Patting Her Knee*: Now, now, those are the minor details that just muddy the waters, bring down the moment. Did you see what we accomplished tonight?
Nicole nods, genuinely smiling after an uncertain pause.
Commissioner The President: Then you know tonight is a night for celebrating! For enjoying life to its fullest, seizing every moment and turning it into a cherished memory. Tonight was the dawning of a new era...cigar?
He pulls another cigar and offers it to her. She takes it with a sly grin.
Nicole: And what do you want me to do with this?
Commissioner The President *Grinning*: Oh, I have ideas. Driver! The lovely Mrs. Briscoe and I have reservations. To McDonald's!
He lights her cigar and slides his arm around her shoulders, settling in for a night of victory. Only afterwards, in the morning, will he remember that Psykle is the number one contender and that Stan Fulton remains unconquered.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 12:33:36 GMT -5
*Davin sits up in his bed and gets out, and starts changing into his clothes. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hits one button before speaking* DM: Hi....yeah....I'll be ok....well, apparently, "It's Morning in Ecuador"....yeah....ok....bye. *He heads out to the nurse's station and appears to try to sign himself out as we fade to a Commercial* *Suddenly, we hear this (stop at 0:17)[/u][/url] and then this[/u][/url]* *We see Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling in cheap suits in what looks like a police interrogation room. Moonbeam, in an equally cheap pants suit, is shown watching from the other side of the 2-way mirror. Seated in one of the non-descript chairs at the non-descript table is none other than Shawn Johnson. She looks upset, and nervous when the 2 come in. Davin has the file. Darling has a cup of coffee* DM: Ms. Johnson, you're a tough woman to track down. AD: Yeah, if we didn't know better, we'd think you're hiding something. OGMSJ: Hiding? Hiding what? I've got nothing to hide. AD: That's good to know. So tell us. How is it that Evans and FuckThatGuy came to be in a position to not only join the Brass Knuckle Kings, but handcuff Davin and Myself to the ring while we got shitkicked? OGMSJ: How should I know? AD: You ARE Mr. Evans' girlfriend, are you not? OGMSJ: I wouldn't say girlfriend per se. DM: Oh come now, Ms. Johnson. We've talked to people who have SEEN you two together for several months. In fact, we know that you just got back together just a couple months ago. What caused that? OGMSJ: Um, he won the Onslaught Championship? AD: So you only date winners? OGMSJ: That's right. Because I'm a winner. I'm a champion. AD: You are. And I'm guessing you'll do whatever it takes to make sure it stays that way? OGMSJ: You're damn right! DM: And you'd do anything to make sure Mr. Evans stays a champion, right? OGMSJ: I didn't say that. AD: Oh come on, Shawn. You mean to tell us that you wouldn't do ANYTHING? OGMSJ: Yes. That's what I'm saying. AD: BULLSHIT! DON'T PISS ON MY LEG AND TELL ME IT'S RAINING LITTLE GIRL! *He gets right in her face and shoves a chair so it goes crashing across the floor, making a loud noise* DON'T JERK US AROUND! WE WANT ANSWERS AND DAMMIT WE'RE GONNA GET THEM ONE WAY OR THE OTHER! DM: Hey Alex- AD: NO! I'M TIRED OF BEING JERKED AROUND BY ENTITLED LITTLE BITCHES LIKE THIS! *Shawn starts crying. There's a knock on the door and Moonbeam comes in with a tray of Dunkin' Donuts coffee.* SFJ420: Detective. Can I see you outside for a moment? *Alexander gives Shawn a nasty look before storming out of the room. Moonbeam leaves the coffees on the table and follows Alex. Davin picks up the chair and sits next to the still-crying Shawn* DM: Do you want a Dunkin' Donuts coffee? There's plenty here. OGMSJ: *sniffs and tries to compose herself* Yes, please. Light and sweet? DM: Aww, just like you, right? *He grabs a coffee that just so happens to be pre-made and ready to go for her* Here ya go. Listen, don't worry about Alex there. He's just got a bunch of things going on and- OGMSJ: HE'S A FUCKING MEAN BASTARD! DM: I know Shawn. I know. *Meanwhile, we cut to Alexander and Moonbeam, watching the scene from the other side of the 2-way mirror* SFJ420: I forgot what a good "bad cop" you were. AD: Yeah. Davin and I talked and decided to switch it up this time. Being the "good cop" all the time gets boring. SFJ420: Looks like Davin's got "good cop" locked down pretty well. He's got her eating out of his hand. AD: He's a damn fine closer, Lieu. Watch him take it home. SFJ420: He'd better not cross any lines or I'm gonna bust him back to traffic duty. *We cut back inside "the box"* DM: Is your coffee ok? OGMSJ: Yes, it's good. Thank you. DM: We all want the same thing here Shawn, don't we? The truth. Just the truth. OGMSJ: I'm telling you the truth! DM: I know Shawn, but you're leaving parts of the story out, aren't you? OGMSJ: NO! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! Chris didn't tell me shit! *Back to the outside* SFJ420: He's losin' her... AD: Just give him a second... *Back in* DM: Well. Maybe it's something he said in passing? Maybe it's something that you didn't think was important at the time? OGMSJ: *sniffs* Well, I dunno. I mean, you WERE pretty mean to Chris. DM: But you broke up with him, so you must have agreed, right? OGMSJ: Yeah. DM: I'm not concerned about the first time you were together Shawn. I'm more concerned about after you got back together. After the Onslaught Title. There had to have been a time when his guard was down...when he let something slip... OGMSJ: *thinks for a second* No, no, really there's nothing, I'm telling you! DM: *sighs* Well, I'll be honest Shawn, since we're both being honest. Right now it's not looking too good for you. I mean, right now, we've got a pretty strong case for Conspiracy to Commit a Turn. That carries some serious penalties. I wouldn't want to see you throw your life away. OGMSJ: I'd NEVER turn on you, Davin! Between YOU and your MOM, you guys helped me so much. DM: Couldn't you have helped Chris though? I know you really liked him. Maybe it was only a little. Maybe you didn't know you were doing it at first? I mean, if you cooperate and tell the truth, I'm sure the District Attorney would be lenient. I mean, maybe you could be an Unindicted Co-Conspirator, and get a slap on the wrist for Accessory after the fact? OGMSJ: Davin, Listen, I'm telling you. I don't know anything! I didn't do ANYTHING! Not to you! Not even to Alex! *We cut back to the other side of the mirror, and Alex and Moonbeam have been joined by Samantha, who's in a much nicer suit than the others* SDM: Did you mirandize her? AD: Yeah, as she was getting in the car. SDM: Did she ask for a lawyer? SFJ420: Not yet. SDM: Hmm...I mean, there's not much here. Without a confession.... AD: Ms. Darling-Moreland, there are eye-witnesses. The fingerprints are in his dressing room. SDM: Well, they WERE dating. AD: But they were on the handcuffs. *Moony and Sam just sort of look at Alex* AD: Oh. *We cut back into the box* DM: I'm here to help you, Shawn. You know you can trust me. We just need the truth. I know you're holding something back, Shawn. Why not just let it out? There's nothing you could say that can't be dealt with, right? Just tell me Shawn. Just tell me. *he puts his arm around her shoulders* *Cut back out to see Moonbeam give a sideways glance to Samantha, to see if she has any bad reaction to this. And then we cut back in.* DM: C'mon Shawn...you don't have to keep this inside anymore... OGMSJ: OK OK OK! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE....*she starts to cry again* The...the truth is.... DM: It's OK, Shawn... OGMSJ: The truth is....I NEVER LEARNED TO READ! *She breaks down crying as Davin tries to console her* *Cut back out. Everyone's jaw has dropped.* SFJ420: Well? SDM: They've been hitting her pretty hard. She should have broken by now if she knows anything. AD: But- SDM: Maybe she's telling the truth, Detective. Did you ever consider that? AD: No. SDM: Well, maybe you should. We've got nothing. Cut her loose. *Samantha leaves and we cut back into the box. The door opens and Moonbeam comes in.* SFJ420: Ms. Johnson? You're free to go. Just, don't leave town for a while, ok? OGMSJ: Ok...You know, I really didn't do anything. SFJ420: It's starting to look that way. We've got another suspect that we'd like to question before we rule you out completely, but you do have a history of loyalty to both Davin and Alex. And that does weigh heavily in your favor. DM: But you have to understand how it looks. OGMSJ: I understand. You're only doing your job. SFJ420: One of the officers will bring you home Ms. Johnson. *Shawn leaves. Moonbeam and Alex come in* SFJ420: Well? Whaddya think? AD: I think she's guilty. Her excuses are a little TOO convenient. She can't read now? DM: Come on, Alex. Sometimes people ARE innocent you know. AD: I just don't buy it. DM: Well I do. Lieu, I made a good run at her. Nothin'. Absolutely nothin'. I think we'd better look elsewhere. SFJ420: Well, what about this J-P Sparxx character? DM: I've talked to him and his girl. There's nothing there. He doesn't even like Evans. SFJ420: And this Magnusson? AD: Same thing. He doesn't even like Folz. And he's been a trustworthy guy in the past. Volunteers at animal shelters, too. SFJ420: Well, then this is the theory. Straight turn. Evans and Folz conspired with O'Mac and Larson to attack you both. No other outside help. AD: Too clean. DM: Maybe it IS that clean. We're not exactly dealing with Rhodes Scholars here. AD: We're not exactly dealing with Balloonheads like Tytan, either. SFJ420: Hey you two, cut it out. Why don't you both bag it for the day? We'll take a fresh look tomorrow. AD: Yeah, Ok. What about you, Lieu? SFJ420: *yawns* Yeah, I suppose I should head out too. Nothing left to do here. DM: Hey, let's all grab a drink. SFJ420: Yeah, sure. Why not? AD: I'm in. *fade to closing credits - and this[/u][/url]*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 12:34:45 GMT -5
GM Ecosystem is walking out to the parking lot with OOWF Legal Counsel Josef Cohen, when he comes upon a new present.Cohen: So what I'm saying is that despite internal calmness, your takeover means you'll have to read up on a lot of external investi--oh sweet Moses. General Manager Ecosystem: (sniffle) Cohen: You're not crying. Eco: (tearing up) It's just...it's so beautiful. Cohen: It's stupid. Eco: I mean...yeah, I wouldn't have had the "Greatest Wrestler Ever" written that big across the front. Cohen: Too much even for you? Eco: Oh no, it just...it understates the point. Like, if it was smaller, you could fit "OOWF Hall of Famer" on there. But I can have it touched up. Cohen: ... Eco: What's the rule on parody if your film is totally serious? Cohen: ...What did you have in mind? Eco: Well, I took a look at the unallocated funds in the OOWF Films budget, and I made a pitch: Cohen: ...That's Batman. Eco: Batdude. The name's different, so now it's a parody. Cohen: Is that you as the Riddler? Eco: Riddledude. Keep up, man! Anyway, I know, it's awesome. So glad I inherited this new budget. Eco goes around to the other side of the car.Cohen: You know, Mr. Muyo...I saw your promo the other day...about friends. You know, I haven't had anyone to just relax with since my wife left me a couple months-- Eco: Listen, Josef Goldenchaimenstein-- Cohen: Cohen. Eco: --Goldenchaimensteincohen, I am a man with an AMERICAN FLAG LIMOUSINE, with my FACE PAINTED ACROSS THE FRONT, with the words "GREATEST WRESTLER EVER" next to my face. Do I LOOK like a man who needs friends? Cohen: No, I suppose you don't... Eco: What kind of man do I look like? Cohen: You look like a man who's... Eco: Come on, spit it out. Cohen: ....#winning. Eco: There you go. Now hop in, we have to discuss casting for Batdude. Cohen gets in the car, and the two men drive off.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 12:35:42 GMT -5
*Stank and LD Williams are driving out to the house show in Manta. They are in a rented jeep which Stank is driving. We catch them mid conversation.*
LDW - I say give it some time.
Stank -
LDW - He didn't say no.
Stank - I'm surprised he said anything at all.
LDW - We haven't spoken to-
Stank *interrupting* - Not that I'm sold on any of this... but there's only one person you and I SHOULD be talking to.
LDW -
Stank -
LDW - I'm not sure she's ready.
Stank - Maybe, maybe not... but she has a personal stake and despite everything she's one of us.
LDW - I know... and it had crossed my mind to approach her initially... but I figured with what happened last night... we would talk to her husband first.
Stank - You go ahead. I'm not exactly sure how necessary any of this is, yet.
LDW - You once told me you liked to be as prepared as possible. That's all this is.
Stank - I am a big picture guy. Right now that picture is very complicated... I hate it.
LDW -
Stank - It's a crazy Fed in which we ply our trade. What I'd really like... is for us to be just about the wrestling for once.
LDW - Amen to that.
Stank - But it's never that simple in the OOWF, is it?
LDW - We'll just try to keep our heads above water.
*Stank glances over sideways at LD Williams.*
LDW - I know.
*Stank floors it and the jeep responds accelerating to 130Kph. The camera pulls back and we watch the jeep head off towards the coastline*
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 12:36:29 GMT -5
CUT to the hallway in back of the arena not that long after Mayhem. Crusher and Martha Rodriguez are ~OMG! WALKING!!~ with a semi-sneaky ninjacam following behind.
MR: "You saw next week's card?"
SF: "Yeah."
MR: "You're being punished for beating our new GM in the ring tonight."
SF: "Possibly. Or Juni's so wrapped up in himself that he doesn't really have a plan for me. I should be moving up on the card and I'm opening the show against a rookie."
MR: "What about The President? He's still thinking you need to be ... I don't know ... brought to justice, I guess."
SF: "Another rookie. I must have pissed someone off upstairs. The more I win, the more I get shafted."
MR: "He's the Commissioner now, whatever that means."
SF: "You know, I never liked Rick, but at least he tried to be impartial and grounded in reality. Now this place is turning into Pun's House. We might have a Clangy Pole as World Champ next.
MR: "So what do we do now?"
SF: "We sit back and wait. We're on an island here, Martha, surrounded by sharks. We said we'd go it alone and now we're the only ones who aren't making alliances. It's like a bad reality show episode."
Crusher shakes his head.
SF: "I came here to make a name for myself in one of the greatest wrestling companies in the world. Now it's a joke. We have hostile takeovers, brand new wrestlers not only in positions of authority, but getting World Title shots and I'm stuck playing the Brooklyn Brawler."
MR: "You're whining again."
SF: "Sorry. Alright, promo time."
Crusher stops and turns towards the camera.
SF: "El Lobo Sangriento. The Bloody Wolf. How apropos. Because I'm going to bloody you, El. You took my DDT title and gave it to a prosthetic leg. So in return, I'm going to tear your leg off and beat you with it on the next Mayhem. Then when I've beat you into insensibility, I'm going take that leg and jam it so far up your ass that your toes will tickle your medulla oblongata!
"Prez? Mark? When you get your lips off Juni's ass long enough, come find me. I haven't been hiding. You want justice? Bring it on, Commissioner. Or are ya yellow? "To see the right and not to do it is cowardice." That's right. I'm calling you a coward. A yellow-belly, ass-kissin' coward.
"And finally, to the ass you're kissing, our new General Manager, Juni "the Greatest Wrestler Ever" Muyo. Point of fact, I beat the greatest ever one-on-one in that very ring tonight. I should be the new Intercontinental Champion. That should be my face on that belt."
MR: "That is probably a bad idea. It might make people sick. You're not a handsome man, Señor Fulton."
SF: "Point well taken. My point is that I defeated the IC champion. That should mean I should have a title match. But I'm jerking curtains again. So Muyo-san, I ... request a title match against you at MADNESS 7 in Peru. Just you and me. But you can't do that can you? You're not going to keep your tamed monkey commissioner on a leash, are you?
"Because deep down in your heart of hearts, you know you're past your prime. You've been in this business a long time and it's starting to wear on you. I proved tonight that you are not better than me right now. I take nothing away from your past accomplishments. Grand Slam Champion is very impressive. Granted, it would have been more impressive had you actually beat someone for that title you wear with your spinning face on it. But you have to take what you can get, can't you?"
MR: "Didn't you want to address your former partner?"
SF: "What is there to say, Matt? I came into this company being disrespected by you. I earned your respect and I thought friendship. Then you dropped me like a bad habit to join Alex and dropped Unforgiven the same way to join the Brass Knuckle Kings. And I'm the one who doesn't have any direction here. Irony is a fickle bitch.
"But I suppose you can have Bryce and Eric do your promos now so at least you'll appear like you're relevant each week. Then again, you've had more success not showing up than I have showing up.
MR: "Whining..."
SF: *cough* "Stank, good luck against Psycle on Wednesday. Watch your back. Just because I'm going it alone doesn't mean we're not friends. Let me know if you need some backup.
"Moose, I know you're out there somewhere. Miss ya, man. Stay safe.
(as an aside to Martha) "Seriously, why does everyone have to be crazy in this company? Psychotic bikers, half the company hears voices, Eco has delusions of grandeur, a man who thinks he's every American President rolled into one person. Eric and Bryce are doing Disney musical numbers? Am I the only sane one left?"
MR: "Could be. Though DH and Lexie seem okay. Davin is just pompous. Moonbeam's just high. Danny's just silent. Jack's full blown goofball though. There sure aren't many in the sane column."
SF: "We done here?"
MR: "Yes. Let's call it a day and get you to Portoviejo."
SF: "I can't wait to get back to the States."
MR: "I shall be sad when that day comes, Señor."
SF: "Martha. You're an employee of my company. You're coming with you know?"
Rodriguez appears surprised by this revelation.
MR: "No, I thought that once you left South America you would have no more use for me."
SF: "You're my attaché. I didn't hire you just because you speak the languages. I hired you because you're bright, energetic and show initiative. That doesn't end when we leave this perpetual humidor."
MR: "Gracias.
SF: "We on a bus or plane?"
MR: "No idea. I'll find out though. She opens her cell phone and starts making calls.
SF: "Wolf-man? Enjoy the damn pain."
Fulton shoves the camera away as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 16:11:23 GMT -5
*Fade in to the bar in Sao Paolo, Brazil, where we find El Lobo Sangriento still CELEBRATING~! his first victory in the OOWF. The waitress walks over to a clearly inebriated Lobo with another pitcher of cerveja verde and a large bottle of Aquafina water…
ELS: Scuse me, miss? I didn’ order any wader.
Waitress: I know you didn’t, sir. It was ordered for you. Over the phone. Which has never happened before. You have some strange friends, Mr. Lobo.
ELS: Awww, you don’ hafta call me mishter, honey. You can call me Cap’n…wait, did you say someone phoned this wader in? This Aquafina wader?
Waitress: Yes, Captain, that’s what happened. Any idea who would do such a thing?
ELS: Shuuure I know who sent it. What a schwell coupl’a guys. I should totally send them a fruit basket or something.
Waitress: Well, who sent it?
ELS: Isn’t it obvious? It was Texshpresh. What a schwell coupl’a guys. I should totally send them a fruit basket or something. They obviously sent me this to help fight the whicked hangover I’m gonna have in the morn…aftern…when I whake up. What a schwell coupl’a guys.
Waitress: So you’ve mentioned. Look, my shift just ended. Why don’t I help you get back to your hotel and into bed? You look pretty rough.
ELS: Preciate the offer, honey, but I need to concentrate on my wrestling, not my personal life. I have to fight Bobby Fulton next week, you know.
Waitress: Don’t you mean Sta–
ELS: Right, right. I always get them confused. Stan Hansen.
Waitress: Swing and a miss. Care to try again?
ELS: Not really. I’m awfully tired. Why don’t I help you get back to your house and into bed? You look pretty hot.
Waitress: Works for me.
*The two leave the bar together and drive off into the early morning as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 16:12:03 GMT -5
Firewoman and Alexander are sitting in the airport waiting to board the OOWF plane. Lucky sits down with coffees for the three of them. Matt Folz walks by, and Firewoman gives him the Look of Death. Alexander doesn't acknowledge him. Folz glares back at and he and Fire lock eyes. He keeps walking. Fire sits there for a moment, and then gets up.
FW: I'll be right back.
AD: Fire. *he grabs her wrist* Don't. Please?
Fire reluctantly sits back down.
L: With our new GM....we don't want to give him any excuses.
FW: Like he'll need an excuse.
AD: Did you make the phone call you promised?
FW: Huh?
L: To...Japan.
FW: Oh yeah, while you were sleeping.
AD: Fire....
FW: ....
AD: ....
FW: ....Fine. Lucky?
Firewoman takes the phone from Lucky and dials a bunch of numbers. There's a pause, and then Fire begins to speak, but it's in Japanese. Alex listens intently, and then Fire hangs up.
FW: Happy?
AD: Mostly...Nice touch giving your sympathies. Wanna translate?
FW: Sure, I said...
AD: No...Syd.
Unbeknownst to Fire, Sydney Wyld walked up behind her while she was talking.
SW: You didn't even hear me. You're slipping.
FW: Uh huh....
SW: She offered her sympathies for the ongoing tragedy in Japan, and then said to call off the project. There was a bit of a discussion because contracts had already been made, but she convinced them.
FW: See?
AD: Okay....sorry, Fire it's just--
FW: I get it...it's okay. I have to earn everyone's trust back. I get it. Even yours. Thanks, Syd.
SW: Don't mention it. Are you doing okay?
FW: YES, FINE!
SW: Really? You're awfully calm about this.
AD: Yeah, and that usually means--
L: Guys, we need to get to the loading area. We have to go through security.
The group gets up and heads toward the OOWF chartered flight area.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 16:12:51 GMT -5
The Brass Knuckle Kings of Eric O'Mac and Bryce Larson--OOWF World Tag Team Champions by the way--are with their new associates Matt Folz and Chris Evans.
EOM: So we have a few needs to sort out. Bryce?
BL: Maria is making your jackets and matching tights. Same style as ours, white with black trim. No BKK logo though. And the alternate unis that are black with white trim.
EOM: And remember, you now have access to these ten badasses that follow us around.
BL: Well...
EOM: Okay, nine badasses and Francois. But they're yours to use when needed.
CE: Now, we need a name.
MF: The Mercinaries!
EOM: Umm, what?
MF: The Mercenaries! Or maybe The Hunters?
CE: The Hunted?
BL: Don't encourage him. That's not what we're about, Folz.
MF: I am.
EOM: Great, and we can use that. Here, have some pineapple.
MF: Ooh, goody!
CE: Well you're the Brass Knuckle Kings, what about the Kings of Wrestling.
EOM: I love it! It's taken, but I love it!
CE: Drats.
BL: What about The Four Kings.
EOM: That's kinda generic, don't you think.
CE: Agree.
Lauren Phoenix: What about The Four Way.
BL: I thought you were done with porn!
LP: Right. Old habits die hard.
MF: Die Hard! Yippee Kiyae Mother Fucker!
BL: While I am a big John McLane fan...
EOM: Yeah, no.
Maria Kanellis: What about the line you used in the promo...Kings Reign Supreme.
BL: Hmmm...more of a catchphrase.
CE: What about the Supreme Kings...Kings Supreme?
EOM: Wait a minute. What do kings reign? Supreme. What are we? Supreme. What isn't everyone else? Supreme.
BL: SUPREME. All capital letters.
MF: What, what do the letters stand for.
EOM: Nothing. It stands on its own.
CE: But it always stands for something. Remember DEVILLERS?
BL: Trying to forget, thanks.
MF: It might cause confusion.
BL: No it won't. If they ask what it stands for, tell them it stands for "Matt Folz is about to go mercinary on your ass if you keep asking me that."
EOM: SUPREME. That's our name.
Francois: Show ze logo!
MK: Umm, they just came up with the name, we don't have a logo yet.
BL: I'll get on that.
Francois: My apologies. I em zust zo uzed to asking for ze logo.
EOM: No harm, no foul. Here, have some pineapple.
Francois: Ohh, zank you.
LP: Wait, aren't Bryce and Chris supposed to hate each other?
BL: Nah. Did you see what happened after I won the Imperial Onslaught and he won the Intercontinental Championship (OOC: I think...)? Mutual respect.
CE: Yeah, when we had that cage match--that match of the year cage match--that was the end. It was over.
BL: It had to be, before we killed each other.
CE: This is where I belong, and Bryce is a founding father of this thing.
BL: So we're cool.
CE: It's really Eco's fault anyway. He brainwashed Bryce.
BL: Maybe. I was stupid in following that guy.
EOM: Many of us made that mistake, it's cool. We're all SUPREME now.
BL: So it's official then.
EOM: Yes, it is. We are...
Everyone:
SUPREME
*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 16:13:24 GMT -5
The OOWF has boarded the official OOWF Plane, which has had some minor adjustments...
General Manager Junichiro "Ecosystem" Muyo stands in the aisle, in front of the seated wrestlers.GMJM: All right, I'd like to take this opportunity to answer questions and clear up misconceptions, since our peaceful transfer of power last night. First of all, Stan Fulton, I accept your request for a title shot...in part. When I choose to put this beautiful title on the line... You will be first in line. That may be at Madness, that may be the Mayhem after, that may be four months from now. But you will get your shot. Matt Folz: Wait a minute-- GMJM: I'm sorry. I can't hear anyone who doesn't raise his hand. Folz: Fuck you. Eric: Matt, he has a disability, he can't hear you! Try this. Eric raises his hand.GMJM: Yes, Mr. O'Mac? Eric: Mr. Muyo, Matt has a question! GMJM: Yes, Mr. Folz? Folz: So, given that I am THE ACTUAL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, when will I perchance be gettng my title shot? GMJM: Well, let's see. How many times has Crusher turned on me, versus how many times Matt Folz has turned on me? Zero...and one. So it appears you have turned on me an infinite percentage of time more than Stan, so you'll just have to wait after his infinite number of title shots. NOW THEN! Rules for the Administration of Junichiro "Koizumi" "Ecosystem" Muyo, Esq.1. Attacks on General Manager Ecosystem or Commissioner President, outside the confines of a sanctioned OOWF match, will result in immediate termination, unless engaged in for self-defense. You want to kick my butt in the ring, as Fulton did this week? Go for it. See me pick up a chair to swing at you? Kick it in my face. But if the attack is unprovoked and outside an OOWF ring, your career will be shot so far down you'll be main-eventing TNA pay-per-views. 2. With the exception of extenuating circumstances, the OOWF travels together in flight. No one is permitted to attack each other in flight. It's a good rule and I'm keeping it. 3. Defacing the airplane will result in suspension without pay. I thought I would clarify before anyone gets bright ideas. 4. Contracts will be renegotiated in late April for everyone. Some of you had your deadlines sooner, some further away. We're dealing with it as a cluster, though pay for remaining weeks on contracts will be given whether or not you are terminated. Sounds good? All right, now I have some merchandise here...(Eco holds up a Moosehead Jack shirt) [img src=" i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab303/chrispagliarella/18128689v1_480x480_Front_Color-AshGrey.jpg"][/img] Eco: While we have everyone together, we're going to be doing charity work more often. So everyone sign each article of clothing, and we'll be auctioning them on EBay to raise money for the Red Cross general fund as they work to help my homeland in its time of need. Cool? The President hands out markers as OOWF superstars get up to sign, one by oneAlex: This is too level-headed. Fire: Wait for it. Eco: Finally, it's time to address a long-standing problem in this company with MANDATORY RANDOM DRUG SCREENING! Eco's guard pulls out a top hat Let me reach into my hat here...(Eco reads off the slip of paper)...FIREWOMAN AND TYTAN! Tytan: Hey! Fire: There was only one slip of paper in there. Eco: And how would I have known which? Anyway, Commissioner President will give you your transparent plastic cups now. please fill 'er up in the back and bring it up the aisle to the front when you're done. I will be in the cockpit if anyone needs me. Eco exits and The President hands the cups to Fire and Tytan...President: Best of luck! This is why I never inhaled. Fire and Tytan look at each other.Tytan: (looking at the face on the cup) Well, at least I won't mind pissing on this. FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 16:14:26 GMT -5
Before Alexander can even START to intervene in this, Firewoman bursts out of her seat, and storms up the aisle. She reaches the front and his body guard steps in her way. Fire stares at him coldly.
FW: I can't get my cup if you're in the way.
He stands aside, and Fire grabs it, smiling sweetly. She turns and heads to the back of the plane to the lavatory. She closes and locks the door. There's a pause, and she comes back out with the cup halfway full. The OOWF talent watches with anticipation, although the ones on the aisle seats kind of back away a little. She gets almost to the front when her foot catches on someone's luggage that is NOT safely stowed on the floor under the seat in front of them. Fire goes flying and the cup of urine goes sailing through the air, splashing all over Ecosystem. Fire hits the floor, almost face first, very ungracefully. She looks up, and appears horrified.
FW: Oh, gods...Sensei...I'm....I'm so sorry!!!
Pres: That's it...you're fired!!!
FW: No...wait! It was an accident....Fire grabs a towel and starts to try and clean Ecosystem off.....I'm really REALLY sorry....It was a huge accident. Really....I'm not that stupid......with all these witnesses.....No way would I try anything....
Ecosystem is standing stoically, but is thinking.
Stank: Damn, did I leave my laptop case in the aisle? I'm sorry, Fire. Juni....really, don't blame her. It's my fault.
FW: Look I'll do it again...I mean the test...not the spilling.....shouldn't this have a lid?
Eco: It should. I didn't give it to you yet......*He appears to be trying to control his anger? Or is he trying not to laugh?*.......Okay...but I'm....I'm fining you both.
Stank: Understood.
FW: Oh, THANK you...I'm so sorry.......look, well, I can refill it in...well, give me an hour. Chad, throw me that Aquafina, eh?
Eco: Fine...whatever...sit down.
He gives Fire a second cup with lid. She takes it and grabs the Aquafina as she walks back to her seat. Lucky gives her a bottle of Purel. Alexander looks at her and just shakes his head.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 20:20:20 GMT -5
As Fire takes her seat next to Alexander, the head of DVD pops up looking at the both of them.
DVD: Hey, we need to discuss some things.
Firewoman : (sighs) I know, you guys warned me about consequences, but I am trying to make amends, just give me time to prove mys...
DVD (cutting her off) : Wasn't talking to you drama queen. I meant him.
DVD pokes his thumb in Alexanders direction. Fire gets angry and starts to rise, but Alexander puts a reassuring hand on her arm and Firewoman reluctantly relents and sits back down.
AD: What do you need Vic?
DVD: You see what's going on around here. Eco as Gm, the "random" drug test is just the beginning, he will find ways to make life hell for anyone who doesn't pledge allegiance to the flag of Eco. Let's face it, you and him aren't exactly buddies.
AD: I can handle Eco, and I believe I'm not the first one you've made this offer too.
DVD: So you saw the convo with Stank. Well I wasn't wrong, no man is an island. I'm not saying we need to be a SUPREME stable or anything...
Both men chuckle slightly at this.
DVD: But it never hurts to know people have your back.
Alexander looks over to Firewoman and smiles before looking back at DVD.
AD: People do.
DVD throws a somewhat nasty glance at Fire before looking back at Darling.
DVD: Maybe, maybe not Jury is still out on that one.
AD: If you are going to keep being like that, this conversation is over.
DVD holds up his hands in mock surrender.
DVD: Fair enough, I get loyalty to family, hell that has brought your family and mine together on more then one occasion lately. Let's face it, you haven't been at the top of your game lately. Certain things (DVD steals a quick glance in Firewomans direction) have distracted you. Let's face it you got suckered by Folz and Evans, that should not have happened, you are better than that.
Alexander goes to argue, but then stops when he realises that he kinda agrees with DVD.
DVD: Like I've said, we have had your back before, and your current issues with Folz and Evans are bleeding into D&D's issues with Larson and O'Mac....
As DVD continues his pitch with Darling, the INC follows up the aisle to where Dynamite Danny Taylor, Outback Jack, Spencer Darling and Ashley are sitting. DDT and Ashley are sitting in the aisle seats and staring back at the DVD convo taking place. DDT has a confused look on his face.
Ashley: You have no clue what he's talking with him about do you?
DDT shakes his head no and lets out a sigh.
Spencer (leaning over) : I'm sure he is just talking about what went down at Mayhem. After what happened with the Hawaiians, Vic has been paranoid about people claiming to be friends.
DDT shrugs his shoulders, and sits back in his seat. Suddenly OBJ lets out a loud belch.
OBJ: That is Australian for "politicking". He is wheeling and dealing, making the connections that help secure your spot, and advance it when need be.
Danny, Ashley and Spencer all look at Jack with shock on their faces.
OBJ: What? You don't stick around as long as I have without picking up a thing or two. Look Vic is doing the politicking cause it's what he does best. He does it so that at Mayhem, me and Danny can do what we do best.
OBJ points to himself.
OBJ: Fight.
He then points to Danny.
OBJ: And Wrestle. Now the BKK have spent weeks pulling tricks and running to avoid that, but now with the chains attached, they have no where to go and we get to do what we do best.
Ashley: Yeah, but Danny isn't exactly known for being weapon savvy, doesn't it also put him at a bit of a disadvantage.
DDT shakes his head no. He mimics wrapping the chain around his fist and punching and shakes his head no. He then mimics grabbing the chain and pulling it towards himself and nods yes.
Spencer: I get it, for you it's not a weapon, but a leash.
Danny smiles and nods.
OBJ: Exactly. So let Vic do what he does best, and at Mayhem, we finally get a chance to unleash a little destruction.
Jack and Danny bump knuckles as the Scene Fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 17, 2011 20:21:12 GMT -5
Psykle is making sure he has everything in his luggage, and strapping it to his Harley, when SFJ13 walks up.
SFJ13: Psykle! Psykle! Congratulations on winning your match tonight! Can I get some comments from you?
Psykle, disarmed as always by SFJ13's respectfulness and niceties, nods his head.
SFJ13: So, Psykle, you won your match, and now next week, you're getting a shot at the OOWF World Heavyweight Title. That's got to be exciting considering you've only been here for a couple of months.
Psykle: Exciting? I guess that would be a word for it. A better word would be frightening though. The people here don't know my history, Rick at least had done a minimal amount of research on my past and, as I found out from talking with my mentor the other day, was putting me into these matches to push me out of my comfort zone at my mentor's insistence. My mentor felt I could control my rage, but needed to be pushed to do it and prove it to myself. So he talked with Rick and got him to make some concessions with the matches. Unfortunately, I don't think Eco knows a damn thing about my past.
SFJ13: Can you enlighten me to your past?
Psykle: Maybe, but not on the record, and definitely not on camera.
SFJ13: What did you have in mind?
Psykle: Well, I am kinda hun....
Voice: THERE HE IS!
The camera pans and we see the cameraman that Psykle threw into the side of the building last week, being pushed in a wheelchair with a neck brace on and both his legs in cast by a man in a dark suit, and flanked by about ten policemen.
RandomCameraGuy: That's him! That's the guy that did this to me!
Man in Suit: As my client has now pointed him out to you fine officers, and as his attorney, I now demand that he be arrested on charges of assault and battery.
SFJ13: Wait, I thought what happens in the OOWF arena, stays in the arena?
RCG: Maybe, but that wasn't in MY contract. I was a union guy who was hired just to work last week to fill in for an OOWF camera guy who's wife was having a baby.
Lawyer: Regardless, my client is suing Psykle for six and a half BILLION dollars in pain, suffering, loss of work, loss of livelihood, mental distress, and medical bills.
Psykle: Six and a half BILLION? Hell, I've barely got six and a half THOUSAND dollars! Where the hell do you expect me to get that kind of money?
Lawyer: I don't know, and frankly I don't care. We've filed the charges, and these police officers are here to place you under arrest pending the trial set for Monday morning.
The police officers slowly make their way over to Psykle and surround him, obviously nervous. Psykle starts to tense up as if he's going to attack, but SFJ13 puts a hand on his arm.
SFJ13: Don't do it. You can control your rage, I know you can. Just go with them peacefully, and I'll see what I can get the OOWF legal team to do.
Psykle calms down, and puts his hands on his head, signalling his surrender. One of the officers steps up, and handcuffs Psykle. They begin to walk Psykle off, but he stops, and turns back to SFJ13.
Psykle: Don't bother with the legal team. Call my mentor. His number is in my phone, which is in my bag there. Just don't tell anyone who he is.
SFJ13: OK.
Psykle: One more thing...thanks.
Psykle walks off with the police. SFJ13 pulls Psykle's phone out of his bag, and scrolls through the phone to find Psykle's mentor. She finds an entry with "Mentor" as the nickname, and her eyes go wide with surprise when she sees the real name next to it as we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:03:32 GMT -5
Cut to Matt Folz standing alone in front of an official OOWF Promo Banner.
MF: First of all, you notice that my personal interviewer, Hayden Panettiere, is obviously not standing here. She has resigned, following what she deemed an "unneccessary, disgusting attack" on her former employer, one Alexander Darling. I'd like to thank her for her work for me this past year, and wish her well in her future endeavors.
Before I start talking about the attack, I'd like to take a moment to address our general manager. Eco, I don't have any choice but to play along with your little power trip, it's your company and you can do whatever the hell you want. So go ahead and call yourself a Grand Slam champion, go ahead and call yourself the greatest of all time, but you and I both know not only didn't you beat me for that belt, you COULDN'T beat me for that belt if you tried, that's why you had to steal it from me. Rest assured Juni that I will get my revenge. That's not a threat, that's a god damned promise.
Now, moving on to the question that all OOWF fans are asking. Why? Why did I turn on Alexander, what did he do to deserve that? You know want to know why I did what I did last night?Because I was nothing but a lackey to him. I was never, EVER going to get where I wanted to go under his 'leadership' and I'd like to thank Eric and Bryce for opening my eyes to that fact.
Let me ask you something, how many world title shots did I get while under the training of the great Alexander Darling? Zero, not a single one. The Intercontinental champion, the number one contender and not ONE shot since I joined Unforgiven. How much better did I get while training under him? Not at all, hell, I regressed. Look at last years Invitational: I beat Moose, Chris Evans, LD Williams and Firewoman, some of the best wrestlers in this company and win the whole damn thing. This year, I lose to fucking JP Sparxx, a talented kid, but not on my level yet. Am I blaming all of this on Alexander? No, it's not his fault that I.....for lack of a better term..... 'sold out'. But what I do blame him for is the fact that he was so jealous of my talent and so afraid that I'd outshine him that he tried to hold me down at every opportunity. Look at last nights match for the perfect example: he KNEW that Evans and I could tear the house down putting on a show against eachother and his ego couldn't handle that. So what did he do? Never tagged out, never gave me an opportunity to show my skills. That was the story of Unforgiven in a nutshell, and THATS why I turned on you you selfish fuck. I said last night that fans were going to see the real Matt Folz, and that's exactly what they got, it feels damn good to be back to my old self.
I can't tell you how excited I am to be in SUPREME, teaming with some of the best wrestlers anywhere in the world. Have I always liked Eric? No, but talking to him these past few weeks, I've grown to like and respect him, one of the smartest men in wrestling and helped Chris and I come up with the brilliant plan you saw last night. And as far as Evans and Larson, everyone knows the respect I have for those two, just two of the best, innovative wrestlers in the business. We are exactly what are name says, Supreme, and we will lead this company to new heights. Now, if you'll excuse me, Eric is throwing us an exclusive party, I must be going.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:05:53 GMT -5
*Fade in to an Ecuador ballroom, where there is loud rap music, a dance club atmosphere, and lots of models. Eric O'Mac is standing near the punch when Chris Evans walks over to him.*
Eric: Chris! Enjoying yourself?
Chris: Uh, yeah. It looks like you love to party.
Eric: What's not to love?
Chris: Good point. Who are all these women?
Eric: Lauren called some of her old friends from her porn days. I also called my friend Chuck and he sent over some of his goddesses.
Chris: Chuck? You mean Charlie Sheen?
Eric: Yeah...
Chris: I had no idea you were friends with Charlie Sheen.
Eric: I don't like to flaunt it around. Everyone hates Two and a Half Men.
*Eric grabs some punch and walks around, meeting up with Bryce Larson near the front of the room.*
Bryce: Great party. Did you know Gus Johnson is here?
Eric: Yes, I did. I hired him. Well, the OOWF hired him a little bit too. He has his own barber shop in the OOWF Arenas.
Gus Johnson: RISE AND FIRE! COUNT IT!
Eric: Yeah, he's going to do that a lot.
Bryce: We've been getting heat for our SUPREME name.
Eric: Pfft. Jealously.
Bryce: Is that it?
Eric: Obviously. Do you see any one else here?
Bryce: No.
Eric: I mean, this party is awesome. I was doing seven gram rocks in the corner earlier.
Bryce: What?
Eric: That's how I roll.
Bryce: Coke, that's how your roll, Eric?
Eric: No, I'm more of a Pepsi guy.
Bryce: Cocaine, dumbass.
Eric: Oh, hell no. Who do you think I am, Marty Jannetty?
Bryce: But you said...
Eric: I say a lot of things. I'm only one one drug called Eric O'Mac.
Bryce: You've been hanging out with Charlie Sheen again.
Eric: No, but I have seen his interviews. Fantastic. I think it's time we address the crowd.
Bryce: Sounds good.
*Eric motions to the DJ to cut the music and the lights fade back on as Eric stands on a stage.*
Eric: Alright, people. Thank you for coming to the greatest party in Ecuador! Enjoy the veal, stay away from Lauren, and feel free to do whatever the hell you want!
Gus Johnson: SHAKE, RATTLE, AND ROLL!
Eric: Thank you Gus. This past Wednesday night, something awesome happened. Roll the footage!
*The see footage of Evans and Folz, alongside Eric and Bryce, beating down Alexander Darling and Davin Moreland.*
Gus Johnson: COLD! BLOODED!
Eric: Yes, it was cold blooded, and I've sent Davin a gift basket, but the fact remains...I once showed Bryce Larson how to become a WINNER. And he took that, and now we are the World Tag Team Champions. We are the KINGS of the tag team division!
So, once a King declares a nation, the next thing he does is expand his horizons. So, I went back to the well...and I found Matt Folz. And I talked shit about him in public, but him and Bryce kept in contact. Folz was tired of the bullshit directionless leadership Darling was providing...and he decided he wanted to be guided by someone who knows what the fuck they are doing.
And that brings us to Chris Evans. Evans, a wealth of talent, but so damn boring. And the thing is, even Davin Moreland, one of the greatest of all times, couldn't do a thing to change it...instead, he decided to criticize Evans, talk shit about him, and demean him - and Evans decided he didn't want to hear that shit. Evans is the Onslaught Champion - and as the GREATEST ONSLAUGHT CHAMPION EVAR - I can say that Evans is doing the division good, and he epitomizes WINNING.
In fact, if Ecosystem had not stripped Matt Folz of his Intercontinental Championship earlier in the evening, we would have held all the major championships in the company outside of the World Championship. Winning!
Right now, we are fucking rock stars from Mars, and we're living our lifes to the fullest. We truly are living like kings. And we will be kings over the entire OOWF. People want to criticize, poke fun at us, treat us like jokes? Get in line, get down on your knees, and kiss our ass!
Gus Johnson: AND ONE!!!!!!
Eric: That's the bottom line, folks. Winning. Win here, win there. Win everywhere. And that's what we'll do. We'll win at all costs. Because WE ARE KINGS! And Kings....Reign...SUPREME!
*Eric raises his glass in a toast and the music cuts back on as Eric goes to mingle with the guests. Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:06:51 GMT -5
OOWF Jet Liner, The Air, Earth
Commissioner The President stands displeased after the display put on by Firewoman. As she sits and begins talking with the others, The President heads over to General Manager Ecosystem, who has stationed himself (after a proper cleansing and disinfecting) under the big screen on the plane, which would show movies and the like for the passengers.
CTP: I blame myself, Mr. General Manager. If I was more diligent, she would not have pulled such a juvenile stunt. My thoughts lie....elsewhere. He raises both eyebrows and glances toward the front of the plane, towards the VIP section where only the most high-class...including Nicole Briscoe...rest. Luckily she was not wearing a dress earlier.
General Manager Ecosystem grins and shakes his head.
GME: It does not matter, Commissioner. I expected as much from Fire. Even with her pride-deflating, reputation-shattering, mystique-destroying loss to the unstoppable force that you represent-Commissioner President bows humbly-she has learned absolutely nothing. Truly she remains my greatest failure.
CTP: Maybe. But she is no longer your concern. As general manager, you have much more important and serious things to worry about. Let me handle the minor details, such as this Firewoman. I may have humbled her once, but clearly she needs a reminder.
GME: But Tytan-
CTP: All in good time, Mr. General Manager. He takes a cigar out from his suit pocket and lights it with the IC Title lighter. My priority is the bitch.
General Manager Ecosystem raises an eyebrow as Commissioner The President heads down the aisle, where it appears Firewoman and everyone have finished speaking. Commissioner The President smiles and lets his breath loose, the cigar fumes wafting in front of her and Alexander.
CTP: We need to finish your mandatory random drug test, LISA. Company policy. He immediately flips an empty cup at her, which she catches with an evil smirk.
FW: I am so sorry, turbulence can just be-
CTP: Typical of all air flights. Lets go.
He motions toward the aisle and takes a step back allowing her room. Smirk still intact, she stands and crosses over Alexander to get into the aisle. Commissioner The President makes even more room, gallantly allowing her to move in front of him as they head toward the lavatories. As she enters the woman's room, Commissioner The President reaches into the inside pockets of his suit jacket and pulls out a number of already full vials of urine, each one clearly marked with the name of a virulent bodily liquid-born disease. He begins unscrewing them. Fire exits with a half-full cup in hand and opens her mouth, ready to speak, when Commissioner The President - without any preamble - just pours his opened cups of urine over Firewoman. She stands stoic, unmoving, as he then unscrews each sample that wasn't already open and then pours it over her, one after another.
CTP: Oh dear me, honey. You know how planes get when they hit some chop, I am SO. SORRY. He puffs from his cigar and blows it in her face. Here, let me clean that up for you.
Before she can react, Commissioner The President reaches out and swipes (Moose Edit) NAILS Fire with a right cross to the jaw sending her to the ground.
CTP: Those'll need to be decontaminated...oh! I am SO SORRY! You're flopped all out for everyone to see, aren't you? But then I'm sure you're used to this sort of thing. Nonetheless-He makes an exaggerated snap, like Don Knotts in the Andy Griffith Show.-my bad. I feel your pain; you should probably take your seat.
Commissioner The President grins widely, puffing on his cigar.
FADE
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