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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:08:05 GMT -5
*Back on the plane*
Most of the passengers in the plane are staring in shock at what has just transpired but The President gives one last laugh before he turns and walks away. Sydney Wyld is the first out of her seat as she quickly covers up Fire with her jacket and stares daggers at the retreating commissioner. As Commissioner the President walks up the aisle, a foot reaches out and The President goes flying face down. Before anyone can responds, Alex gets out of his seat and places a knee in The President's back.
Eco's about to stand up...
Alexander: Make one fucking step Juni, and what I did to Moose back in the day will be a pale comparison to what I do with you. Suspend me if you must, but do NOT take a fucking step towards me.
Alexander keeps a knee in The President's back as he reaches into his carry-on stowed under his seat. As he zips it open, The President tries to scramble away, but a few quickly placed elbows keeps him stationary. Alex pulls a box of lighttubes (it's a big carry-on) out and places them in the aisle. He grabs one first and smashes it across the back of The President's head. That really makes him woozy and gives Alex the chance to stand up...he locks the legs...MOTHERFUCKIN LIGHTTUBE CURBSTOMP.
Alex leans down to get close to The President...
You're new here, learn something quickly...DO NOT MESS WITH MY FAMILY.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:08:55 GMT -5
Floor, OOWF Jet Liner, The Air
Commissioner The President remains lying in the aisle, laughing uncontrollably. He is unable to make any move to stand or rub his hurting back due to this laughing. After a few moments, it clears and he stammers words out.
CTP: Family? Don't mess with family?! That is HILARIOUS, considering that wretch is all set to make life a living hell for someone who may or may not be related to your General Manager. And for what reason?
Commissioner The President stands slowly, sticking his right fist into his back to massage out the knot.
CTP: Because General Manager Ecosystem tried to help her and she changed her mind? Because she couldn't handle the sacrifices needed to better herself? Because the pressures of rising in class and stature were too much for her fragile, made-of-glass psyche?
Commissioner The President reaches down and grabs his fallen cigar, plopping it back into his mouth.
CTP: HYP. O. CRITE. Her-He puffs from the cigar, the smoke rising into the air and wafting freely around the cabin.-and you, for defending such actions. He turns to face the Darling siblings. The drama you both insist on creating is tiresome and draining. You hold the OOWF itself back with your weakness, and you threaten innocents - your General Manager's supposed sister - with your instability. Do not threaten family? Then DO NOT. THREATEN. FAMILY.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:09:55 GMT -5
Eco: (coming out of the cabin) Oh, for fuck's sake. The President is stumbling around cackling, bleeding from the mouth. There are broken light tubes on the floor. Firewoman is covered in piss, wearing the signed Moosehead Jack T-Shirt and pulling something that looks like Happy Deth Bat III from the overhead container, Alexander seems to be considering whether to jam glass into the President's eyes.Eco: So. (points to the President) Too far. (points to Alex) Too far. (points to Firewoman) Whatever you're about to do, too far. I'm going to lay out some terms. 1) Self-defense is permitted on planes. 2) Lightube curbstomping AFTER the fact is not self-defense 3) However, pouring piss on people and punching them out is STILL an "attack" by OOWF policy. President: Right, but I'm the Commissioner, I make the policy. GM Eco: No, we're a publicly traded company, I make the policy. President: Well, maybe I'll go invade Bosnia! And then you won't even remember what inappropriate things I was doing to women, because we'll be fighting a FUCKING WAR in BOSNIA! GM Eco: Well FINE! Go fight your FUCKING WAR in BOSNIA! President: FINE! GM Eco: FINE! President: I'm going to take a nap now. The President falls back into a seat, looking a little woozy from the bleeding.GM Eco: For fuck's--SEXY NURSE! SN: Yes, Juni? GM Eco: Can you stitch him up in a way that doesn't involve anyone having sex with him? SN: (making a concerned face) I can try. Sexy Nurse slings The President over her shoulder. Sexy Nurse is STRONG. The President winks at Eco as he leaves.President: You get 'em hardy...I like that... Eco: (turning back around) Okay, so needless to say, Commissioner The President is suspended from his Commissioner role until Mayhem. Alex: That's IT? Eco: Look, I'm going lenient all around, all right? I'm giving you airplane violence probation, no suspension. I'm also waving all fines from earlier. Stank: Woo-hoo! Everyone looks at Stank.Stank: Not a priority right now. Got it. Eco: (turning to Fire) And Li--Firewoman, I am sorry. I can't tolerate further retribution from you, but I will handle it to the best of my ability, okay? He is not mentally well, and that has to at least be considered. Eric raises his hand.Eco: Yes, Mr. O'Mac? Eric: Is someone on this plane mentally well? Eco: RELATIVE SCALE, OKAY? Eco heads back through the curtain to Legal Counsel Josef Cohen.LCJC: So I heard there was a sexual-ish assault of some kind, also piss, also light tube assault-- Eco: Yeah, life's a bitch, and then you die. Can you tell Sexy Nurse to go hypnotize The President into Jimmy Carter for the rest of the flight, and then help me sort out Psykle's case? LCJC: ...What did Psykle do? Eco: Hoo boy. Let's talk. LCJC: Enjoying being General Manager again? Eco: Every fucking minute. FADE Edited for continuity.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:10:56 GMT -5
*Ok, since the plane had long-since landed BEFORE the last few promos, let's go back to that special time in our lives. After the plane has landed. Everyone is filing out onto the jetway, and Davin is one of the last ones off. He spots Eco up ahead. He smirks and makes sure his carry-on is rolling properly before catching up to him*
DM: Mr. GM the Eco Junichiro!
GMtE: Oh...yes. Davin. My friend. What can I do for you?
DM: Oh, nothing Mr. GM the Eco Junichiro. I just have a present for you.
GMtE: A present? I LOVE presents. What is it?
*Davin pulls out a new t-shirt from his carry-on. It's a black t-shirt that says "Greatest of All Time" on the front. For anyone paying attention to OOWF-TV, you'd know that this is Davin's latest t-shirt released. He hands it to Eco*
GMtE: "The Greatest of All Time". You know, that doesn't have quite the ring to it as "Greatest Ever" does...but you know what? Maybe I could warm up to it, Davin, my friend. Thank you. It means a lot that you thought of me.
DM: No problem Mr. GM the Eco Junichiro. I saw it, and I immediately thought of you. Go ahead, put it on.
*He does put it on. The front says "Greatest of All Time". Eco never bothers to look at the back, which says "Davin Moreland" at the top, and in a list below it, "4-Time World Heavyweight Champion. Intercontinental Champion. 2-Time Onslaught Champion. World Tag Team Champion. 5-Time Campeonas de Trios Champion. 11-Time Iron Person DDT Heavy Metal Champion." Eco is beaming, clearly pleased with his new t-shirt.*
GMtE: You know what I'm going to do? I think I'm going to have my face airbrushed, right here on the front! What do you think?
DM: I think that's a terrific idea, Mr. GM the Eco Junichiro.
GMtE: Well, I have to get going. I'm a very busy and important man, after all.
DM: Of course, Mr. GM the Eco Junichiro. I hope I will talk with you soon.
*Eco importantly heads up the jetway. Shawn and Moonbeam have joined Davin as the t-shirt was presented, and they get a good laugh as he walks away; laughing only harder as the other workers and employees look strangely at Eco in Davin's t-shirt. The 3 walk up the ramp, and spot J-P Sparxx and Jewel. Davin jogs to catch up*
DM: Yo! J-P!
JPS: *turns* Oh, hey D-Dawg, whats crack-a-lackin?
DM: Wanted to see if you and Jewel would be interested in grabbing a drink with me for a few?
JPS: Nah man, we be so jetlagged and whatnot. We wanna crash n' shit, ya heard?
DM: No, I get it, I get it - but please. This is important.
*Sparxx looks at an obviously annoyed Jewel, but finally she just waves her hand, as if she were flicking away a mosquito*
JPS: Thanks, baby. Yeah D, we got a few.
*All 5 start to head to the airport bar, but Davin stops Shawn and Moony*
DM: Can you go grab them a limo?
OGMSJ: Don't you mean grab "us" a limo?
DM: No. You two get your own limo. Moony's got the card.
OGMSJ: When do I get a card?
DM: When you stop asking me things like "When do I get a card"?
OGMSJ: Aww man!
DM: Shit, that reminds me. If you see Chad and Zane, let them share with you, ok? The buses around here are dogshit, and the cabs are even worse.
SFJ420: Do you mind if we just go to the hotel, man?
DM: *checks his phone for the time* No that's fine. And can you ALSO send a car for about an hour from now?
OGMSJ: Who's that for?
DM: For me, silly. I have a surprise.
SFJ420: What is it?
DM: I'd love to tell you, but then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?
OGMSJ: Ugh...FINE!
DM: See you later kids.
*They head off, and Davin heads to the bar, where J-P and Jewel already have drinks. It appears J-P does realize that this is kind of important, because he grabbed a booth. Davin heads to the bar, gets a Bud Bottle, and heads over*
DM: Thanks guys, I know you're really tired, but I really need to talk to you.
J: It's all right, Davin. I think I be knowin' what this be about, son.
DM: You do?
J: Yeah. GFY. Evans pullin' dat Judas shit. We ain't talked about dat yet.
DM: You're always very perceptive Jewel. That's exactly it
JPS: Per-se...uh...
J: I tell ya lata, baby.
JPS: Aight.
DM: So here's the deal. Evans, obviously is gone now-
JPS: I'll beat dat ass DOWN, son! Now I gets ta do it wheneva.
DM: Well, I'd still request that you didn't, but I won't stop you. But here's the thing. J-P, Jewel, you both have meant so much to GFY, and to me personally. You've helped a lot, and we've learned a lot from you. I'd like to think I helped you both too, some. I tried anyway.
JPS: Yo D, I came here knowin' dat you be da man to know. Knowwhatimsayin? I resspet you, an' I learned from you, an' now? Hell, look at J-P Sparxx now, knowwhatimsayin'? Final 4 of da tournament. Already been champion and now I be nippin' up at da main event, ya heard? You helped me, D. These mo'fuckn' people 'round here who dog on you? Dey don't know, man, jus' what you do, knowwhatimsayin?
DM: *smiles* I appreciate that, J-P. And I was hoping that would be your answer.
J: Ahh. I know what be nest, baby.
DM: Do you?
J: Yeah, son. You about to say dat GFY be dead and whatnot, so it be time for my man J-P to fly on his own. Das right, right?
JPS: Is it?
DM: Yeah, more or less. Listen, we're not much of a stable with 2 wrestlers. And we won't be tagging, obviously, at least, not regularly. In some ways, Evans punking me out is a good thing. Because it's time for you to, as Jewel put it, "fly on your own". You don't need me like that anymore. We're still boys, and you know that I've always, always got your back. Just ask Chad and Zane, they know. You don't need my advice all the time anymore....I guess what I'm trying to say is....You be ready, son.
JPS: *smiles and nods* I got yo back too, you gots my number an' whatnot. *clears his throat* And Davin?
DM: Hmm?
JPS: Thanks.
*They shake hands, hugs and handpounds all around, until Davin gets a text*
DM: All right you two, no cabs for you. First class all the way. There's a limo waiting outside to take you to the hotel.
J: Yo, you comin' too, D?
DM: Nah, I have something else to take care of first. I'll see ya tomorrow.
*They leave, and Davin checks the time again. He orders another beer and smokes a cigarette without any of the OOWF personnel around. He keeps checking his phone pretty frequently. Finally, he straightens up, downs his beer and pays the bartender before heading to another gate on the other side of the airport. He gets there, and it seems that this is for private planes. Davin waits as the door for the gate is opened. Davin's standing as close to it as he's allowed. The camera, to this point, has been shooting from behind Davin, but now it flips to shooting his face, and a figure slowly walks his way. Suddenly, the sound of luggage hitting the ground is heard and the figure starts running toward Davin. We get a side shot, and it's Samantha, looking as healthy as she ever has, hugging Davin tightly. They stay that way for a good 3 minutes or so, before kissing. We're able to get close-up shots. Samantha is openly crying, with a smile on her face, and Davin's clearly dealing with some extra dust in the air.*
DM: Hi.
SDM: Hi.
DM: I missed you.
SDM: I missed you too, ass. Don't ever do this again, ok?
DM: No promises.
*This draws a right hook to the shoulder*
DM: OW!
SDM: We're a team. We're always going to be a team, got it?
DM: I just don't want you to be a target. I can't imagine if something happened to you again...or-
SDM: Stop, ok? I'm a big girl. He just caught us both off-guard. We couldn't do anything about it. I'll admit though, I needed the break. I was getting worn out.
DM: I know. You know, Moony and Shawn have been great...but I really need you to get back to running the operation. I can only imagine what the books look like...
SDM: Books are fine. I had Moony scan and send everything possible, so I was able to stay caught up.
DM: I didn't know that.
SDM: No, you didn't. Because I was tired of listening to you bitch.
DM: It's called "concern", honey.
SDM: Maybe, but it's also called "bitching".
DM: Fine. You hungry?
SDM: Yeah, but I need to change, take a shower....we can worry about that after.
DM: Ah, my love, we're living the good life tonight! The Honeymoon Suite in the finest hotel in Portoviejo!
SDM: So, what is that, Days Inn?
DM: Nope.
SDM: ....
DM: Holiday Inn.
SDM: *shrugs* They have a pool?
DM: Yeah. Even room service.
SDM: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of here already. *Looks from a distance* Those cabs look like dogshit.
DM: I know. *points to the waiting limo*
SDM: Well *grabs her carry-on* Looks like you thought of everything.
DM: Nah, I'm sure I forgot something.
SDM: *leans against Davin as they walk, eventually getting in the limo, where Samantha leans against Davin, as Davin has his arm around her* Yeah, I'm never leaving again. I don't give a fuck what you say.
DM: *sighs* Yeah. You're never leaving again.
*They both quickly drift off to sleep in the back of the limo*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:12:44 GMT -5
(Tytan leaving the airport heading to his rental car.)
Tytan: So this is how its going to be Juni. "Random" drug tests now. You know I am clean, you know I don't use anymore. Fine I'll play the game. I'll do it until the time is right, I will do it until I know I can take you out...one more time. Until then I will wait...you know where to find me.
(He gets in his car and drives off.)
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:14:58 GMT -5
Early morning after the drama of yesterday. Alexander is sitting on the sofa in the Darling Luxury Suites, drinking coffee, looking like he's been up all night. Syd and Alexis come out of their rooms.SW: How's she doing? AD: She's in the shower now. *Alexander rubs his eyes and yawns* The nightmares and stuff finally stopped about 4 I think, but I don't think I feel asleep until 4:30, and even then, every time she moved ... SW: I've never seen a reaction like that. She barely made it here. AD: Yeah, I couldn't even touch her for like two hours... LD: When I saw him drag her back to the lavatory I thought he was a dead man. SW: So...small spaces? Why? Alexander and Alexis share a look.AD: I think that's for her to share. LD: I don't even think Moose knows. AD: Or cares. SW: Alex...I'm not sure....I don't think I'm qualified to handle this. Maybe we should call Dr. Freedman. AD: *standing up angrily* You mean the shrink that wants to lock her up in a small room? I think you can see why that might be a bad idea. Sydney starts to say something but she's interrupted by Firewoman coming out of her and Alex's room. She also looks exhausted, but she's dressed and her hair's still damp. Alex grabs her a cup of coffee and hands it to her. She takes it, their hands touching on the mug, and lingering a bit. She takes a deep drink.FW: Gods, thank you. I need that. AD: So...shower good? FW: Well, it wasn't golden so that's a improvement.... Alexander, Alexis, and Sydney all look at each other, as if they don't know what to do.FW: Oh come on, get it? Golden shower? LD: You're not....um..... SW: Homicidal? FW: I wouldn't say that I'm not that, Syd....but, I'm trying... *she sighs*...I'm trying to do what you all want and leave it in the ring. I'm just sorry you all had to see...........but thanks for helping me. LD: Wow....a thank you. There's hope for you yet. AD: Lexie.... At that moment there's a knock on the door. Fire's closest so she goes to see it. She opens the door partway, and the camera switches and we see this person standing there.Eliot Spencer: And here I thought I'd never see those beautiful eyes again. The door opens wider to show Alexander has heard this and come up to stand behind Fire, and allow whoever is there to see him.ES: Hey. AD: Hey. Fire? Fire hesitates a minute, and then gives this stranger a HUGE hug, which he returns. Alexander's jaw sets a bit.FW: Oh...sorry....Alex, this is Eliot Spencer. He's an...old friend. ES: *extending his hand* You're a lucky man, Alex. *Alex shakes his hand, still not sure what to make of this.* FW: Come in...why are you here? ES: I've been watching OOWF since you got hired. Then when...well, the last year I've been hoping to get our travel schedules to sync up, especially when you were...um.... FW: Brainwashed? ES: Yeah....so you're ... better? FW: Getting there. AD: So, how do you know each other? Elliott and Firewoman look at each other and there's an awkward pause.ES: We used to...uh... FW: Training! We used to train together..... ES: Right. Training. FW: In Japan. ES: Right. AD: Uh huh. ES: Look I'm in town for the week actually, got tickets to the show. FW: Great!! We should definitely catch up....like...NOW! How 'bout we go get some...uh... ES: .....coffee? FW: Yes! Coffee! Fire looks down at the mug she has in her hand and gives it to Alex, with an awkward smile. She grabs her jacket, and they go to leave. FW: Um...I'll be back...later. The door shuts, while Alex stands there, holding two cups of coffee.SW: That was...weird. LD: Yeah...guess she's feeling better.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:16:15 GMT -5
*Stank pulls the rented jeep into the parking lot of the stadium where a OOWF house show is taking place. We are in the city of Manta. We once again catch Stank and LD Williams mid-conversation.*
LDW - I get that, but if you honestly believe what you're saying, you're being naive. I just can't figure out if it's on purpose or if you're truly clueless.
Stank - I'm simply not interested in another war LD.
LDW - Neither am I.
Stank - Well you know how these things escalate.
LDW - Sure. But you're the World Champion meaning you will be a target and I mean other than talent gunning for your title.
Stank - I know what you mean. But I think we might be overestimating... hang on.
*Stank parks the jeep and they are approached by a parking lot attendant. Stank pulls out a few bills and pays the man. The attendant thanks them and leaves.*
Stank - I don't think the powers that be are any more interested in starting a war than we are because unlike Bennett there are more who would opppose the GM than Bennett had when he attempted his coup.
LDW - Are we sure about that?
Stank - That's why I don't want make any moves, yet. I think with both BKK happening-
LDW - You mean Supreme.
Stank - What?
LDW - Eric tweeted that the BKK faction are now calling themselves Supreme.
Stank - Let's see... where do I begin... you... have a twitter account?
LDW - Yeah.
Stank - And you follow Eric O'Mac.
LDW - His tweets are pretty entertaining.
Stank -
LDW -
Stank - Who are you?
LDW - Is it really that hard for you to believe?
Stank - What was Eric's last tweet?
*LD Williams pulls out his cellphone, presses the Twitter app, and soon has Eric O'Mac's last tweet on screen.*
LDW - He says "Give me back that fruitbasket Hardy! It wasn't for you!"
Stank -
LDW - I have no idea what that means.
Stank - That's entertaining?
LDW - He's probably hung over from last night?
Stank - And you know this how?
LDW - Supreme threw a party after we landed.
Stank - You... were there?
LDW - Okay focus... we're not talking about for me.
Stank - What were we talking about?
LDW -
Stank -
LDW - Let's just go inside.
*Stank and LD Williams exit the jeep and head inside the arena. A SFJ wanders by and notices the World Champ has entered the building. Taking advantage of an opportunity rarily if not ever afforded to her, she approaches Stank with mic in hand.*
SFJ#7123 - Wow you're actually here.
Stank - Yes... I am.
SFJ#7123 - Can I interview you?
Stank - Sure. Why the hell not?
SFJ#7123 - Champ you will be defending your title against relative newcomer Psykle. You'll be competing with a rare size and weight disadvantage. Are you at all intimidated?
Stank - Have you or anyone else known me to be intimidated by anyone? I intimidate. I don't get intimidated.
SFJ#7123 - Psykle has not so subtlely hinted that he will bring a secret homicidal rage to the match that he claims he has little control over.
Stank - I am no stranger to homicidal rage. We all have our crosses to bear. I am no more impressed by Psykle's homicidal rage than I am his stature. Let Psykle bring whatever he has to bear and let him know this. He will be facing the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. The most dominate man in the OOWF. He brings uncontrollable rage. I bring his defeat. If he doesn't think so... he hasn't been paying attention.
SFJ#7123 - Thank you for your time, Champ.
Stank - You're pretty good at this. What's your name sweetheart?
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:17:20 GMT -5
Firewoman and Eliot are sitting at a cafe in Portoviejo, where it is currently a wonderful 86 degrees, with the breeze (hopefully radiation free) blowing off the Pacific. ES: Ah...this is way better than that American stuff. FW: Yeah, but remind me to check on the location of that Dunkin Donuts. ES: Seriously. FW: .... ES: So.....you died, eh? FW: Yep. ES: Gotta say...when I heard...I was just.......and then you were back and at first I was relieved and then-- FW: I thought you got out of ... this. ES: Fine. Subject change. Yeah, I joined a crew. Kind of a Robin Hood thing. But then I got a call from a... mutual acquaintance, who said they needed help with a job, something about a sister? FW: That was your contract? ES: Yes, that was my contract you canceled. FW: Oh...sorry.... ES: No problem. With the earthquake and stuff, I'm happy to be on this side of the Pacific. Comfortable silence falls, and the two drink their coffee, and watch the scenery.ES: So.... FW: Why are you really here? ES: Just checking in. You've had a rough time. And it's not like you to try and give up on this. FW: Well, I promised someone I would. ES: Alex. FW: ....... ES: Don't see a ring. FW: He's still got it. Eco sent mine to him with a fake death certificate. ES: Eco is a sick fucker and I hope he gets what he deserves. When's he giving it back. FW: Dunno. I'm not worried about it. ES: You know....if you'd have stayed with Chris, none of this would have ever happened to you. FW: Yeah....... ES: ...... FW: ...... ES: Still...this seems to be a good thing. *He leans over and gives her a kiss on the cheek. And whispers in her ear* I'm happy for you. Fire smiles and they go back to watching scenery and drinking coffee. Fire starts to look like she's thinking about something.ES: I know that look. I love that look. FW: It's just...well, I feel bad about you losing that contract. ES: It's okay. Since it's you, I'll forgive it. FW: What if......what if I hire you for another one? ES: What do you have in mind. FW: Well, first, I only have.... Fire digs in her pockets....Two dollars. ES: Seriously? FW: I spent it all on medical stuff in Rio. ES: Oh yeah...nice work with the dad, by the way. FW: *innocently* I have no idea what you're talking about. ES: Uh huh...tell you what.... *he takes one of the dollars*....Don't want to leave you penniless. FW: Thanks. ES: Okay, so what's the deal? FW: Later...ninjacams. ES: Oh yeah... *raises his coffee cup*...Just like old times? FW: Well, not quite....married. ES: Yeah....well....okay. They clink coffee cups and the scene fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 17:18:21 GMT -5
Channel 4 News Press Conference Room, Quito, Ecuador
The assembled press talk amongst themselves in hushed tones. Nicole Briscoe sits prominently in the center of the front row of the group, speaking to no one and looking angry. A podium is set up on a raised stage in front of the seated press, a curtain now displaying the OOWF banner behind that. After a moment, The President hobbles out from behind the curtain towards the podium on crutches. His head is secured in a neck brace and wrapped in bandages. More bandages are wrapped around his torso, and his legs are ensconced in casts. He moves slowly, not looking anyone in the eye until he reaches the front of the stage. At that point another person comes out from behind the curtain...the Rick???
TP: Ladies and gentlemen, before we begin I have another bit of news to announce. The OOWF has long had problems with trash and cleanliness on its various vehicles and venues. No more. Please welcome our new official head of sanitation, former general manager The Rick!
Rick stands in his orange janitor's jumpsuit incredibly pissed off, while the reporters scribble furiously in their notepads. He eventually walks back behind the curtain, clearly upset, while The President takes his place at the podium. Sexy Nurse comes out from behind the curtain as well, there for moral support as clearly Nicole Briscoe is in an unforgiving mood.
TP: For some reason, Rick has been unable to secure any other type of work and being ever thoughtful, the OOWF has seen fit to offer him that job. Which he gratefully accepted. Now, to the matter at hand....
He closes his eyes and takes a number of deep ragged breaths, centering himself. Sexy Nurse bites her lip in sympathy while Nicole Briscoe rolls her eyes.
TP: My Fellow Americans,
I come before you tonight as your suspended Commissioner and as a man whose honesty and integrity has been questioned. Now, the usual political thing to do when charges are made against you is to either ignore them or to deny them without giving details. I believe we have had enough of that in the OOWF. To me, the office of the Commissioner of the OOWF is a great office, and I feel that the people have got to have confidence in the integrity of the man in that office. I have a theory, too, that the best and only answer to a smear or an honest misunderstanding of the facts is to tell the truth. And that is why I am here tonight. I want to tell you my side of the case. I am sure that you have read the charges, and you have heard it, that I, The President, instigated an incident on the official OOWF jet involving Firewoman. Now, was that wrong? Let me say that it was wrong. I am saying it, incidentally, that it was wrong, just not illegal, because it isn't a question of whether it was legal or illegal, that isn't enough. The question is, was it morally wrong. I say that it was morally wrong.
But then I realized that there are still some who may say, and rightly so -- and let me say that I recognize that some will continue to smear regardless of what the truth may be -- but that there has been, understandably, some honest misunderstanding on this matter, and there are some that will say, "well, maybe you are able, President, to fake your apology. How can we believe what you say -- after all, is there a possibility that maybe you would do that again? Is there a possibility that you might have no remorse?" And so now, what I am going to do, I am going to reveal a scandal that I have participated in during my short time as Commissioner. I received an illegal, improper gift, after the election. A man down in Texas heard me on the radio mention that I would like to have a dog, and, believe it or not, the day we left before this plane trip we got a message from Union Station in Baltimore, saying they had a package for us. We went down to get it. You know what it was? It was a little cocker spaniel dog, in a crate that he had sent all the way from Texas, black and white, spotted, and I named it "Checkers." And you know, kids, like all kids, loved the dog, and I just want to say this, right now, that regardless of what anyone says about it, I am going to keep it!
It isn't easy to come before a worldwide audience and bare your life, as I have done. What happened on that plane was a regrettable mistake, for which I have made many apologies and I will continue to make even more. Now let me say this; I know this is not the last of the smears. In spite of my explanation tonight, other smears will be made. Others have been made in the past. And the purpose of the smears, I know, is this, to silence me, to make me give up. Well, they just don't know who they are dealing with. I'm going to tell you this: I remember in the dark days of the my early career some of the same columnists, some of the same wrestlers who are attacking me now and misrepresenting my position, were violently opposing me at the time I was after Concrete TG. But I continued to fight because I knew I was right, and I can say to this great television and radio audience, that I have no apologies to the American people for my part in putting Concrete TG where he is today. And as far as this is concerned, I intend to continue to fight. Why do I feel so deeply? Why do I feel that in spite of the smears, the misunderstanding, the necessity for a man to come up here and bare his soul? And I want to tell you why. Because, you see, I love my country. I love my federation. And I think my federation is in danger. And I think that the only man that can save the OOWF at this time is the man that's running the thing alongside me — Ecosystem.. You say, why do I think it is in danger? And I say look at the record.
And now, finally, I know that you wonder whether or not I am going to stay on as Commissioner or resign. Let me say this: I don't believe that I ought to quit, because I am not a quitter. I am not a crook. I've earned everything I've got. Thank you.
He steps away from the podium, offering (as much as he can, holding onto the crutches) his arm to Sexy Nurse. She takes it and they walk off as the press shouts questions, which go unanswered.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 18, 2011 18:12:59 GMT -5
~~~ Chad Madison & Zane Myers come walking out of the OOWF Training Facility, both with towels draped around their necks, and both drinking from 1-Liter bottles of Aquafina. They open the door and SMACK!... We pan down to see “Dashing” Victor Dinero pulling himself to his feet ~~~ Victor: Owwww The Hell? Wanna watch where you’re going next time? Chad: Man, we opened the door. You ok? Victor: Fine. (extends his hand) We’ve never formally met. I’m Victo…. Zane: (cutting him off) I know who you are. If you’re alright, we’ll be going. Victor: Wait! I was actually looking for you. One of the SFJ’s said you’d be in here. Chad: Which one? Victor: The blonde with the really big rack? Chad: (shrugs) That doesn’t really narrow it down. Victor: She said you two had hooked up a couple weeks ago? Chad:……. Still no help Victor (smiling) My man… anyway. I wanted to talk to you two…. I’m sure you’ve seen by now, I know you watch OOWF-TV….. Big things are happening around here….. It’d be nice to know…. Zane: No. Victor: I know you say that now, but.. Chad: What my partner means is…. Not right now. We’ve been through these wars before. Once on the front lines and once being dragged into it. Neither way works out. You need a couple of partners for a big tag match? Sure. Want us to be lumberjacks or something? Fine. But we don’t want to get involved. We want to wrestle and pursue our 6th World Tag Team Championship. Zane: Talk to DH. We have rapport. He’ll tell you we’ll do what’s right when the time comes. Victor: I guess that’s as good as I could have hoped for. (turns to leave) Oh, and instead of bitching about not having any competition for the Trios belts and giving jOObers title matches, why not challenge Drink & Destroy? Or are you scared you’d lose? Zane: If they wanted a match, all they had to do was ask. It’s not the Champion’s job to find their own challengers. ~~~ Dinero walks away, Chad and Zane continue to their dressing room ~~~ Chad: You know, he kind of has a point. There’s a lot of things going down really fast around here. Fire comes back, Moose is fired, Eco is the GM, The Supremes are formed. Might not be a bad idea to have some backup. Zane: That all sounds good and well, but think of this.. how many twists and turns have we seem so far with Eco, Fire, Evans and Folz? Too bloody many. Until I know where everyone stands for sure…. The best thing is to stay back. Chad: I know. But still… ( Sexy Boy is heard faintly in the background) Hello…… Hey….. No I haven’t seen, I slept in and We’ve been working out for a while…. WHAT? Sure…. Zane too? I’ll ask (covers the phone with his hand) Lisa wants to know if we’d accompany her tonight Zane: What? Where? Why not Alex? Chad: I don’t know man. I’m going, but she asked for you too. Zane:…… fine Chad: (on the phone again) Yeah sure… give me a call and tell us when you’re ready. Sweet. This could be fun. Zane: Or it could be disastrous.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:48:44 GMT -5
DVD continues on his way out of the arena after talking with The Texans. He sees a limo pull up, and JP Sparxx and Jewel depart it smiles on their faces. DVD smiles as well, and adjusts his fedora before approaching them.
DVD: Sparxx, Jewel, how are the two of you.
Sparxx and Jewel stop confused at why he is speaking to them.
Sparxx: Yo, who are you dawg?
Jewel: He's the quiet guys voicebox.
DVD: I prefer business manager but that works as well. I just wanted to come over and congratulate you. You have been impressing a lot of people lately.
Sparxx: Damn straight, the Sparxx's star is rising.
DVD: That is truth, but with the changes in the air that may not be a good thing. Especially now that you and Davin have parted ways.
Sparxx: Yo dawg, The main man said he had my back and I believe him.
DVD: Oh, I have no doubt that Davin will have your back. No matter what else, he tends to be loyal. Let's face it, you and Evans aren't exactly friends, and his new allies would have no problem coming at you.
Jewel: JP can handle his business on his own.
DVD: Don't worry, I'm not recruiting, merely having a discussion. Like Sparxx, Danny is one of the rising stars of this company. Both have bright futures ahead of them. It would be a shame if some missed off midcarders tried to stop that.
Both JP and Jewel nod in agreement at this. DVD smiles as he thinks he is starting to get to them.
DVD: You are making waves and moving up. With Eco as GM, it is only a matter of time until he either tries to harness you into one of his minions, or take you out of the equation.
Sparxx: He will take me out of the center of the Earth?
Jewel: That's the Equator baby.
Sparxx: Whatever, I can handle whatever anyone throws at me knowwhatimsayin?
DVD: I believe I do. However a day may come, not today or not tomorrow, but at some point in the future that D&D and JP Sparxx may find it is better to stand together then fall apart. You are ready to fly on your own, and that is great. But if you ever decide that you could use a hand, the Destroyatorium has always had an open door policy.
With that DVD walks off leaving JP and Jewel to ponder his words. A moment passes and Sparxx just shrugs his shoulders.
Jewel: What was all that about baby?
JP: Don't worry about it babe. I've still got some of Moonbeams "special training aids" lets go "workout" for the match.
Jewel smiles as her and JP enter the arena.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:49:14 GMT -5
The President is HOBBLING along a side street in Portoviejo, with two members of GM the Ecocystem's Blackwater security detail. The President is talking as...some president, but I'm not so good at this, so let's just pretend. Eliot Spencer steps out of a doorway.ES: Howdy, boys. BW1: Hey is that.... BW2: IT IS! Eliot! We haven't seen you since... was it Beirut? ES: I think it was. They begin to shake hands all around, patting each others' shoulders in the manliest of ways, and then they begin to reminisce about old times.BW1: Man, do you remember that night in...I think it was Cairo. That dancer really liked you. ES: Eh, what can I say. BW2: Yeah, but her boyfriend the bouncer didn't. They all three laugh.Pres: Who is this? BW1: Sorry sir. This is Eliot Spencer one of the best men you ever want on your side. BW2: And that you hate to have against you, amiright? More manly laughing.BW2: What brings you here, man? ES: You know, the usual. Got a job. BW1: Yeah, what's her name? The two Blackwater guards laugh and elbow each other. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. They don't notice Eliot is not laughing anymore.ES: Yeah, maybe you know her. Lisa Quinn Darling? The Blackwater guards get quiet, and the President's eyes widen.BW1: Yo, that isn't funny, Spencer. BW2: She's the reason the Commissioner here is in this condition. ES: Really. That's not how I heard it went down. Pres: Well, well, my good man, there are two sides to every story. ES: Indeed there are, but I'm only interested in my friend's side. Bill, Josh...why don't you go take a break. BW1: You know we can't do that, Spencer. ES: Your choice. What transpires is some combination of things that are in this video. The whole thing is cool, but you get the idea.www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2vUENBqSlQ&feature=relatedAt the end, Eliot approaches the President, who he has not touched... yet.Pres: Now see here you...you....ruffian. Or whatever presidents say. Before the President can do anything, Eliot has taken one of his crutches, and flipped him around so that he's behind him with the crutch across his throat, and kicked the other one away.ES: OKAY! Firewoman steps out of the shadows, casually over the body of an unconscious Blackwater guard. And she's...singing? FW: Happy....birthday....to...yooooooooou. Happy....birthday.....to...yoooooooooou....Happy Birthday....Mr. President....... Pres: You are so fired. FW: No, no I'm not. I haven't laid a finger on you. And Eliot here doesn't work for you, do you Eliot? ES: No, Ma'am. FW: Well, then there we have it. Now, Mr. President, you're new here. And you've hitched your wagon to the owner of the company. A smart move really. But you are still just a pawn, just like I said. And when Eco's done with you...well, hopefully there will be enough of you left for us to help. Pres: A pawn that beat your ass last week and will beat it again. ES: *tightening on the crutch* That's no way to speak to a lady. FW: Let's not get carried away, Eliot. I'm the first to admit I'm no lady. Mr. President....do you know who I am? Pres: You're the little guttersnipe that Ecosystem tried to save, and failed. FW: Oh, no. No, no no no...you got it all wrong. He succeeded. Pres: Huh? FW: Before Ecosystem killed me...cos that's basically what he did...Someone did to me what you did on that plane? There wouldn't have been enough of you left for Eliot to trouble himself with. I would have left you in a pool of your own blood in that lavatory without even batting an eye. Pres: Instead of stalking me in dark alleys? FW: I just want to talk, fill you in on a little history. I just need to make sure you're not going to throw bodily fluids on me or rip my clothes off. Firewoman begins pacing, getting ever closer to him.FW: You see, once upon a time, in the land of the Rising Sun, there was a young man who wanted to be a professional wrestler. Thing is, he didn't want to do any of the practicing, and just expected that he would get in the ring, and people would take it easy on him, since his grandpa owned half the town. ES: Is this that Yakuza kid? FW: Yes. I've never spoken publicly of this...anyway, this young man proceeded to work dark matches where he injured darn near everyone he got in the ring with. And then...it was my turn. See, I had fallen out of favor with the powers that be, so I was toiling away in the undercard. And so it was my turn. And I made a decision, that this was NOT happening to me. So I waited for him to make a move that was just a little too stiff. And that was it. I let loose on him all the frustrations that had been building. And I finished him off with dislocated jaw that knocked him unconscious, and I still rained down punishment on him until I was forced out of the ring. ES: It was a thing of beauty. FW: The thing you need to be aware of, Mr. President, is that this person never actually did anything to me. Merely the threat that he would was enough. And the second thing you need to know is that being in the ring didn't protect him. And it's not going to protect you either. At this point Fire is right in his face.How does THAT sparkle with ya, MARK! At the use of his real first name, there's a glimmer of ... something... in the President's eyes, and Fire just smiles. And turns to walk away.ES: Hey...what do you want me to do with him? FW: Anything you want, babe. I'm off to meet a couple of cowboys at that place we went past earlier. Feel free to join us when you're done. Fire walks away smiling, having never TOUCHED the President, as Eliot lands a couple of punches to the President's gut, punctuating a lecture about the proper disposal of bodily fluids. The Blackwater Guards start to stir, so Eliot finishes, and then runs to catch up with Fire. Fire pulls out her cell.FW: Yeah, Alex? ....... I feel MUCH better........how 'bout you meet us? Her voice trails off as she gets out of camera range.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:49:55 GMT -5
The camera comes on and we see Psykle in a jail cell. (How the hell does the OOWF have cameras everywhere anyway?) Psykle is lying down on the bottom bunk reading a magazine. His cell mate, a rather overweight bald man, is lying on the top bunk.CM: Hey buddy. Psykle doesn’t move or acknowledge his cell mate.CM: Hey, buddy…you awake? Psykle continues to ignore him.CM: You there buddy? Come on, we gonna be cell mates, we can’t be ignoring each other. Psykle puts the magazine down, exasperated.Psykle: What do you want? CM: Dude, I’m hungry, you got any food? Psykle: We’re in jail. We get the food they give us and nothing else. Where do you think I would get food from? CM: I don’t know, I was thinking you might have some that you snuck in with you or something. Psykle: I don’t. CM: Dang. I could really go for some baby back ribs. Psykle: I don’t think they serve them here. CM: Nope, they don’t. Man, I miss going to Chili’s. Psykle shakes his head, and picks his magazine back up.CM: (singing) I want my baby back, baby back, baby back… Psykle drops the magazine down, obviously annoyed.CM: (still singing) I want my baby back, baby back, baby back… Psykle is getting visibly annoyed and angry.CM: (singing louder) CHILIIIIIIII’S BABY BACK RIBS, CHILI’S BABY BACK… Psykle: WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!?!? CM: What? (sarcastically) Sooooooooo-REE! Don’t want to get you angry or anything… Psykle: You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. CM: Heh, that sounds familiar. Psykle: I mean it though. Shut the hell up. CM: Whatever… The cell is deadly silent for a bit, and Psykle picks his magazine back up and starts reading. A minute goes by, and suddenly we hear a harmonica playing the Baby Back Ribs song. It’s Psykle’s cell mate playing it.Psykle: Seriously? The guy keeps playing it, and finally Psykle has had enough. Psykle climbs out the bed, reaches up to the top bunk and shoves the harmonica into his cell mate’s mouth.Psykle: SWALLOW IT! SWALLOW THE DAMN THING RIGHT NOW! His cell mate is obviously scared out of his mind as Psykle has his nose pinched close and the harmonica shoved hard into his mouth. We can hear little notes come from the harmonica as he tries to breath, and the struggling he’s doing makes a lot of noise. Fifteen prison guards rush into the cell and try to pull Psykle off of him. Psykle fights them off and continues to choke his cell mate, obviously enraged. One of the guards has had enough and tazes Psykle, the electricity flowing through him and tazing his cell mate as well. Psykle lets go and slumps to the ground. A few of the guards begin to check on the cell mate, while the others drag Psykle from the cell. As they slowly drag him past the rest of the inmates, one of them sits down at the piano in the common area and begins playing the following music:www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0w1W5RGx9QFade to black
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:50:33 GMT -5
*OOWF Arena*
It's a relatively quiet night in the arena as the events of the last few days continue to shake themselves out. One of the focal points of all of those events is Alexander Darling and we see him, along with his twin sister Alexis making their way through the hall ways. Alexis is trying to maneuver her arm to get it comfortable in the sling but she grimaces in pain a few times.
Alexander: Stop moving it and it will heal quicker.
Lexie: Shut up brother dear. You're not the one with your arm in a sling, are you? No you aren't. So shut up.
Alexander: Sorry. Jeez. I didn't think you'd be this uptight about going here.
Lexie: I'm not uptight. I'm anxious. There's history we here and it hasn't always been cordial.
Alexander: But you were just helping them out a few weeks ago. Has anything changed?
Lexie: Not with them, but not to pour salt, it was just two days ago that yet another ally of ours turned on us. I just don't like setting us up for another possibility of that.
Alexander: That's why this will be different. Nothing formal like we agreed. Let's just talk it out and see what happens.
Alexis and Alexander finally arrive at their destination and they see the traditional Hawaiian decorations adorning the door as they knock. Noelani answers after a moment and sees the Darling siblings standing there. Aina walks up behind Noelani and sees Alex first and he gets slightly defensive before seeing Alexis and lightening up a bit.
Kai: Brok' Da Mout
Alexis: *actually blushing* Mau Loa. Dirty Lick'ns if you keep it up though brah.
Kai laughs from the couch where he's been sitting and Aina and Noelani do step aside to allow the Darlings to enter the room. Aina still doesn't look 100% comfortable with it.
How's Kono, Aina?
Aina: *looking at Alexis* She's good...been trying to find a way to make it to a show but Five-0 keeps her busy.
Small talk continues for a few more minutes with Alexander basically staying out of the way for the time being and allowing Alexis to do most of the talking. Noelani also seems to be waiting for the small talk to finish as she walks over to where Alexander is standing. She looks at him for a moment without speaking. Alex turns to look at her...
Alexander: I never understood it either.
Noelani: What are you talking about?
Alexander: Their relationship. Even after everything that happened, Kai and Aina always looked out for her and no matter what our feelings were on the rest of the Disciples, she'd never say a bad word about them.
Noelani: And what about relationship to them?
Alexander: Maybe friends once upon a time, but they were in my way and they had to be taken out in order for me to get to my objective. It was never personal.
Noelani: You know better than that Alexander. You might not have wanted it to be personal, but it always becomes personal.
Before Alex can respond...
But I also know why you did what you did. If it had been us in your position and you and *snorts* Lexie over there were standing in our way, the outcome may have been the same. I also know you're not here to rehash ancient history about a man we both can't explain our connections to...so why are you and she here?
Alexander: Always looking at the bigger picture Lani...aren't you?
Noelani: *Staring daggers* Do not call me that like I am a friend. We are colleagues.
Alexander: *Looking apologetic* Right, sorry. Noelani, I have a feeling our goals may soon intersect and I want...no, I actually need to find people whose loyalty can not be doubted.
Noelani: It is not their loyalty that will be doubted.
Alexander: Not to me, it won't. To others it might but that's not the issue. Lexie and I, we're not looking for anything formal. Hell, formal hasn't worked out very well for me recently. But, and I say this not to seem smarter or more of anything, but this company can easily break people.
Noelani: And you think my Kai and Aina can be broken?
Alexander: I think if they don't have friends, if they don't have people looking out for them, they'll never achieve what they want. Those tag team titles are held by two of the sneakiest most conniving men I've ever met. Men I know very well actually. But not only that now, but they're being backed up by two men I absolutely LOATHE.
Noelani: And what is it you are suggesting?
Alexander: Simply, if the time comes and you need someone to watch their backs against SUPREME, I'd be honored.
Noelani: And of course, if you need someone to watch yours, you'd expect Kai and Aina to do it?
Alexander: Expect, no. But I think both Kai and Aina are honorable men and they'd do what's right. As long as it didn't indirectly affect their goals and I wouldn't ask them to do that.
Noelani looks back and forth between Alex and the couch where Alexis and the brothers are laughing and chatting about things.
Noelani: I won't make decisions for them. You know that. But I will give them my advice.
Alexander: Thank you.
Noelani: I didn't say what my advice would be.
Alexander: No you didn't. But I hope I know what it is.
Alexander calls over to his sister and nods. She rises from the couch with Kai and Aina and hugs both before meeting her brother as they leave the locker room.
Lexie: How did it go?
Alexander: As well as can be expected. She doesn't trust me and I don't really blame her, but she also sees the truth in what I'm saying. I guess we'll see when the time comes.
Lexie: And no matter what happens brother dear, we'll survive and prosper because we're Darlings and we don't know any other way.
Alexander puts his arm around Lexie's shoulder as they walk away and we...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:51:14 GMT -5
The Supremes are backstage celebrating near the Kraft Food Service when J-P Sparxx and Jewel enter the area. J-P makes a visible attempt to not make eye contact, but they notice him.
BL: Lookie lookie here. It's "The Spark" and his hoochie mama.
Jewel: What'd you just say?
CE: Oh, you've got her mad...
Jewel takes off her earrings and hands them to J-P. J-P takes them, then wraps his arms around Jewel's waist, holding her back as she kicks to flails her arms to get away.
EO: Let her go. This I gotta see.
J-P sets Jewel down and talks to her to calm her down.
Jewel: Fuck dat honky ass crackuh.
CE: I got this guys.
Chris Evans walks up to J-P. J-P casually takes off his shades and hands them to Jewel along with her earrings, all while moving her behind him.
CE: Ya know what, BRO? I never liked you.
J-PS: Feelin's mutual. BRO.
CE: You and Davin thought you were these two big awesome guys, talking down to me, treating me like dogshot. How's it feel to have the tables turned? I've got the numbers now. BRO.
J-PSL Ya right, dawg. We did treat ya like shit. Ya know why?
J-P gets eye to eye with Evans.
J-PS: YOU ARE SHIT!
Evans smiles and takes a step back. He taps his Onslaught Belt and lays it on the ground.
CE: Alright, Sparky. Let's do this.
J-P looks at the Supremes and smiles. He takes his shades back from Jewel and puts them on.
J-PS: Ya know, ya might not think so, but I ain't stupid. I can take you. But not all yur boys at once, knowwhatI'msayin'?
BL: (mockingly) Know what I'm sayin'?!
J-PS: So you win dis time. I'm outs. But trust me, son...
J-P takes off his shades again, once again eyeing Evans.
J-PS: We ain't done, Pussyheart. We gon' dance again real soon, trust me. You an' ya boys are gonna git cocky and comftable.
J-P snaps his fingers.
J-PS: Then the Spark's gon' git'cha, knowwhatI'msayin'? Den I'll take dat shiny piece of tin that ya think makes ya so special. Ya think yur boys got'cher back then? Dey ain't known for bein' too reliable, 'specially O'Mac Daddy there.
CE: Scoreboard, Sparxx, scoreboard.
J-P smirks and puts his shades back on.
J-PS: Win all da matches ya can. Yur still Pussyheart. Always have been, always will be. Deuces.
J-P flashes the peace sign and grabs Jewel by the arm to lead her away. Jewel flips the Supremes off as they walk away.
MF: We should have stomped him.
CE: He isn't worth it.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:52:01 GMT -5
A cell phone vibrates on a coffee table. It vibrates again. The camera pans up and see:She finally wakes up and grabs the phone groggily.Hello? Yes this is A'isha al-Takriti. You found him? Where? Thank you. A'isha ends the call.Thank God. I gotta get out of this house before Selena drives me crazy.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:52:52 GMT -5
**Stank and L.D. Williams are in a booth at Ric’s where we again catch them in mid-conversation.**
S: “I just don’t get why you’re getting so worked up about this. I know Eco and SUPREME have you freaked out, but-”
LDW: “Freaked out?”
S: “You’re trying to make alliances faster than DVD!”
LDW: “And you think that’s what? Because I’m scared?”
S: “Well, yeah.”
LDW: “Of Eco.”
S: “And SUPREME, yeah.”
LDW: “Who ARE you?”
S: “What?”
LDW: “You remember that four way match last week, the one where you said I had to get my head out of my ass?”
**Stank smirks, but doesn’t say anything.**
LDW: “Know what I was going to do if I won?”
S: “Lose to me.”
LDW: “Funny. I was going to make my title shot my retirement match.”
**Stank raises his eyebrows.**
LDW: “I’ve been floundering since the Five ended, bored out of my mind. I tried to stick my nose in here and there but I was tilting at windmills man, wasting my time. I’m not in this for the money. If there’s no challenge, no excitement, why am I here? And when Moose got turfed…
But now? Eco as GM is insane, but it’s the least twisted thing he’s done in the last year. The Kings are jackasses, but now they’re chasing the Five’s legacy…I’m not gathering an army Stank, I’m getting the lay of the land, finding out where people are siding. This is going to be fun.”
S: “Fun…you may have a point. But I’ve got a title to defend.”
LDW: “I have a plan.”
S: “No.”
LDW: “What?”
S: “I know that look. Whatever you’ve got in mind, I’m not gonna like it.”
LDW: “Trust me.”
S: “…That’s horseshit when Moose says it, and you’re not doing it any favors.” LDW: “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
S: “Quit stalling. Spill it.”
**Williams scribbles something on a napkin and slides it across the table.**
S: “Oh Hell no!”
LDW: “It’s a good idea.”
S: “No, it’s the direct opposite of that!”
LDW: “Keep your enemies closer, Stank.”
S: “Only when they’re dead.”
LDW: “When have you ever known me to make a bad choice in allies?”
S: “Three Piece Set?”
LDW: “That was Moose . I got dragged into that.”
S: “Johnny Adrenaline?”
LDW: “That was…well okay, one mistake. One. But this will work.”
S: “Goofy Canadian bastard.”
LDW: “Like I said - Fun.”
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:53:28 GMT -5
*fade into Chris Evans, who is taking a break from the SUPREME backstage party*
I’ve been seeing Davin & Alex running around here, paranoid over how they possibly couldn’t have seen this happening. They’ve going to everyone around here: Shawn, Sparky, Jewel, DH, Moonbeam, Sam. I’ll give you a hint, Davin. None of them had anything to do with this. Still can’t get it? Alright fine, I’ll tell ya! It was me, Davin, it was me all along!
It’s like I warned you last month, Davin. “Never mistake my loyalty for subservience, because even the most faithful dog will turn if you kick him enough.” The fact of the matter is that we’ve got more talent and intelligence than either of you two gave us credit for. Just like I used Fire to get ahead in this company, I went ahead and did the exact same thing to you, Davin. Hell, the only reason why I didn’t kick your ass sooner than that was because I didn’t really have a back-up plan. Geez, for one of the supposedly smartest wrestlers around here, you can be a real dumbass sometimes, especially if you couldn’t have seen that attack coming from a mile away.
Enter Brass Knuckle Kings. Eric and Bryce have been at the top their game the past few months, especially Bryce, who has finally gotten back to how he was during the good old days, when him and I ran the tag-team division, and were unquestionably the greatest tag-team to never hold the tag titles. I’ve had all I could take with being your bitchboy, so I met with Bryce behind closed doors about a week or two back in order to discuss my situation. He offered me a place with him & Eric, and I accepted immediately, no thought needed whatsoever. Why? Well, first off, there’s no way I would pass up the opportunity to team up with Bryce again. And secondly, they actually respect my talent.
As for Sparxx...I’ve got nothing to say about you. You’re not worth my time, otherwise I would have flattened you earlier on.
And then we come to you, Darling. I’ve already taken you down clean, Alex, and this week, I’m gonna do it all over again. So you may claim to be the Prince of the Universe, but there’s one thing that you’ll never be. And that is a king, because unlike you, Kings…Reign…Supreme.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:53:58 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen walking, and a camera is watching him TNA style. He is wearing jeans, t-shirt and combat boots.)
Tytan: Supreme....Eco running the OOWF, it looks like we have a royal family in the midst. They have the power...right now. They need to remember the words of John Emerich Edward Dalberg Acton: "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men."
These are bad men of course, now unlike some of the people around here I have never said I was a great man. But, unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it. So, these men will eventually fall but it might take the help of a few people to speed up the process. So what do I do. Do I join the fight that will be coming and take on those that do wrong.
(Just then his cell phone rings.)
Tytan: Interesting timing....it seems you and I need to talk.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:54:07 GMT -5
Ecosystem is strolling around backstage with Legal Counsel Josef Cohen...Eco: So I need you to get down to that holding cell, and just be with Psykle 24/7. Whether or not he's new, a conviction will reflect VERY badly on the company. Badly enough that the internal work can be neglected. JC: I agree sir, and that's why-- when he comes across two woozy Blackwater security guards.Eco: ARGH!!!! Eco runs into the room to find the President holding his gut, laughing.TP: Heh heh heh...hey there, Slanty-Eyes. Eco: Mr. President, how are you feeling? TP: Firewoman...brought in her little butt-boy, gave me a couple good shots to the ribs. Eco: Did she tell him to explicitly? TP: Naw, major-league asshole just went for it. Eco: Can't punish her explicitly then...maybe a fine for negligence. TP: "A dictatorship would be a heck of a lot easier, there's no question about it." Anyway, guy's name was Elliot Spencer... Eco: You mean Country Singer Christian Kane, who plays Elliot Spencer on the hit TNT series leverage? TP: (standing up) I got knocked around by a famous country singer? You know Slanty, that's the biggest thing that's happened to me since Kanye apologized to me. Eco: Right. We should probably discuss stipulations for your match with Lisa this week. Josef, can you see to Mr. Bush? I have some quick business to take care of. JC: Sure thing. Eco walks down the hallway, takes a turn, comes by a dressing room with the label "THE CHAMP IS in here!" He opens the door.Stank: No one ever knocks, ever! Eco: Yeah well. How's it going, champ? I was watching you and LD on my monitors. Stank: And you're surprised that I'm not 100% sunshine and rainbows at the prospect of you being General Manager? Eco: (sitting down on a stool) Not at all. But I wanted to make sure I had all my cards out on the table. Stank, part of the reason I left as General Manager last time was because running the OOWF from the perspective of a GM rather than a stable-leader...having to consider PR issues, ratings, legal obligations...was a pain in my behind. Right now, I think it's the best role I can occupy here after I burnt a lot of bridges trying to lead a different sort of way. But at the end of the day, I would like things to be smooth, uncomplicated. Like you, I want it to be about the wrestling. Stank: Oh, that's a crock of shit. Eco: Seriously? Stank: You? About the wrestling? With your face on the side of the plane? Stop pissing on my leg, because I don't see any rain clouds. Eco: Fine, that was a little much. Basically, complications in this company become personal complications for me. I would like to minimize those. And in the World Title picture, what minimizes those for me? Stank: You as champion? Eco: Are you kidding?! Intercontinental Champion is one thing--no one outside of wrestling fans cares about that title. But World Champion...the World Champion makes press appearances, talks up the company, and so forth--in a very different way than the CEO does. I have no interest in showing up on CNBC and justifying giving myself the World Title as fair to our shareholders. The President, maybe I'd take a risk on a friend, but he's still so unpredictable. If I need a corporate champion, I need a grown-up. Stank: Stop drawing it out. Who's your chosen grown-up? Eco: You. Stank: ...Huh? Eco: Stank, you're a proven commodity for this company. Longest reigning World Champion--thanks to me protecting that record, as you recall. You've been a good guy, you've been a bad guy, but you've never really crossed a line. In fact, you regularly talk people out of crossing the line. In terms of the stock market, Lucas Mann is a quality investment. If you decide to make war against me, reform the Five, make a giant team with some loons, that's your choice. But I'm making you a counter-offer. World Champion Stank, with more than a direct line, but active say in how this company is run. I'm offering you a level of control and direction you didn't have with your prior reign, not because I like you, but because that's worth the trade-off for me, and will continue to be. It's your choice, Stank. At your age, at your level of competition...what do you want for yourself? Just for once, Stank...think only about yourself. Eco exits.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:55:09 GMT -5
Moosehead Jack walks out of dive bar somewhere. Shortly after, a man comes out yelling at him in Spanish. Moose looks at the man, shakes his head and continues walking down the alley. The man starts to run up behind him. Moose turns, grabs the man and slams him through a random pile of pallets. (All good alleys have them).
Moose looks down at the now unconscious man.
MHJ: No blood...
Moose shakes his head and continues down the alley. After a few moments he hears the "caw" of a crow or raven. It caws again and he hears flapping. He looks around and finally spots a raven on top of a dumpster to his right. Moose stares at the raven for a moment, then continues walking. He then hears a girl's voice call out to him.
GV: Not cryptic enough for you?
Moose looks around and sees A'isha al-Takriti walk towards him out of smoke/steam (once again, all good alleys have it).
MHJ: You're far from home.
Aa-T: I like chaos, but it's a bit too much. I got out of Kyoto as fast as I could.
MHJ: Good to see you got out okay.
Aa-T: Is it?
MHJ: Look, I don't have time for your riddles and whatnot. I didn't care for when Poe did it, I'm not about to do it with you.
Aa-T: Quite the contrary, Ket...
A'isha walks up to Moose.
Aa-T: You have all the time in the world now.
Moose says nothing, just looks into the night sky.
Aa-T: What happened to you, Ket?
MHJ: Nothing HAPPENED to me...
Aa-T: How's your sister?
Moose looks surprised A'isha asks this.
MHJ: My sister died months ago.
A'isha grins, then gives a bird call. The raven flies to her and perches on her gloved left hand.
Aa-T: You remember Cain, don't you?
MHJ: Sure. And I figured you wouldn't use the glove. I see you enjoying the pain of his claws digging into your skin.
A'isha smiles again.
Aa-T: There's the Ket I know. So tell me, why did you do it?
MHJ: Do what?
Aa-T: Why did you drop the World Title?
MHJ: It was the right thing to do for me and Stank.
A'isha snickers.
Aa-T: You and Stank...
MHJ: Yes. Once...
Aa-T: This?
A'isha opens her right hand. There's a red 'V' on it.
Aa-T: Once Five, always Five?
MHJ: Exactly.
A'isha actually laughs at this.
Aa-T: You think Father would have given up the World Title for any of you? Did Stank?
Moose says nothing, but his jaw is visibly clinching.
Aa-T: Wasn't it you who told me in Japan "you know what loyalty and friends get you? NOTHING!"?
MHJ: ...yes, it was.
A'isha jerks her left arm, causing Cain to fly off again. She then wiggles her right hand.
Aa-T: So what does this mean?
Moose stares at the red 'V' on her hand. A'isha then nails him with the loaded glove on her left hand. Moose crashes to the ground. He looks up at her groggily before blacking out.
A'isha stands over him, pulling the glove off slowly.
Aa-T: I have no honor. I am no saint. I am the Raven. Jack.
A'isha tosses the glove onto a prone Moose. She holds her fist up, showing the pair of brass knuckles she had underneath. She kisses them.
Aa-T: Alejandro! Fernando! *bird call*
Two Hispanic men come and drag Moose off. Cain lands on A'isha's arm, his talons digging into her skin.
Aa-T: *baby talk* We're gonna play with Ketsueki Seishin.
A'isha kisses his beak.
Aa-t: *baby talk* Yes we are, yes we are.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:55:44 GMT -5
Some of the OOWF talent has descended upon a trendy nightclub. Some being Firewoman, with visiting friend ELIOT SPENCER, Chad and Zane. Alexander Darling has joined and takes a position sitting wherever Eliot and Fire are. Syd and Alexis are there too, and it appears Noelani, Aina and Kai have arrived as well. There is lots of drinking and laughing, and to the audience's shock, it's a normal place, not Fire's usual type (seedy or strip club). Just a regular dance club. We get a montage setting, where at various times in the evening, waitresses are bringing new glasses to clear old ones, various members of the group are dancing. Even Firewoman, who gets dragged to the floor by Eliot, and it becomes really clear why she doesn't dance ever. The music changes to something slower and they start to dance, until Alexander cuts in, and they exchange a look. More montages of good times being had by all....all, it appears, except Firewoman who despite some activity earlier, does not actually appear to be one-hundred percent engaged in the festivities, smiling and joining in mostly when someone speaks to her, but other than that she has a far-away look in her eyes, that no one appears to notice. Finally she gets up to go to the ladies room, and no one seems to notice. Except Syd, who waits, looks around, and follows her.
The scene shifts and we're at the sneaky TNA-esque cameras, as Invisible Ninja Cams don't go in the Ladies' Room, but GM the Ecosystem probably has sneaky TNA-esque cams, so he can see everything. Anyway, Fire merely looks at the mirror, sighs, and starts to run the water. Syd comes up behind her as she splashes water on her face, and when Syd speaks, Firewoman jumps.
FW: Goddammit!
SW: See what I mean?
FW: What do you want.
SW: Are you okay?
FW: What? I'm fine, go away. It's just...hot in there.
SW: Oh.
*awkward silence*
SW: Eliot seems nice.
FW: He is.
SW: You and he.....
FW: Yeah, once upon a time.
SW: Oh.....serious?
FW: Um....not quite as serious as Jericho, but more than.....wait. I don't do girl talk, and if I decided to start, it wouldn't be with you. What do you really want?
SW: You just don't look like you're having fun.
FW: I'm having a ball. Now I'm going.
SW: Wait....
Sydney steps in the doorway.
FW: Really?
SW: Do you know why I gave Alex that particular translation of what you said in Japanese?
FW: I have no idea, unless it was to hold it over my head and use it at a later date.
SW: No, it's because in this case, I think having a back-up plan is a good idea. I don't do the other thing anymore.
FW: Uh huh. People don't change.
SW: They do. I did. It was hard but....you can too.
FW: I don't think so, Syd.
SW: Why?
FW: Because all I want to do right now is go back to the hotel, find The President, and stomp his face in with my boot until there isn't even enough left for DNA to identify him.
SW: But you're not. So...
FW: So I get someone else to do it for me. That's so .....
SW: I don't think that's what's really bothering you.
Firewoman looks in the mirror and then down at her shoes.
FW: Look...don't tell Alex.
SW: I can't promise you that, Fire.
FW: Fine...you know on the plane, when I tripped. Syd....I really DID trip.
SW: You did?
FW: Yeah. I mean, I was going to do ... SOMETHING. I hadn't figured out just what yet. Then I tripped and for a split second thought "Ah, this'll work."
SW: And it did, it was fabulous.
FW: Yeah, but for just that split second....Then I was ... overwhelmed with what I had just done to ... my sensei. My master...I was horrified and ashamed of how disappointed he would be in me, and how I would have to find some way to make it up to him....
SW: Ah...you still feel connected to him. It'll go away in time, Fire. Just...can't let him see, okay? If he knows ....
They both look around and the sneaky TNA-esque camera hides behind a door.
FW: But Syd, that's the thing. What if it *doesn't* go away?
Before Syd can say anything, Kai and Aina come bursting in.
Aina: I knew we'd find our ladies in the ladies room!
Kai: C'mon, Fire...Chad and Zane want to do a limbo context, and they're trying to use Alexander as the pole.
Sydney and Fire roll their eyes and Syd laughs, and follows them out. Firewoman takes another look in the mirror, sighs, and follows.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:56:23 GMT -5
The Invisible Ninja Cameraman (OH! That’s how they do it!) has gotten himself into the private room at the jail where lawyers meet with their clients. OOWF Legal Counsel Josef Cohen is shown in by one of the prison guards.
PG: Wait here, it will be a minute while they get your client from solitary.
JC: Thank you.
The guard leaves, and Josef sits down at the table. He opens his briefcase and begins reviewing files. A few minutes pass, and the door opens and five prison guards bring the 7’3” monster known as Psykle in. Psykle is dressed in an orange prison-issue jumpsuit, and is shackled.
JC: Are the shackles really necessary?
PG: You heard what he did to his cell mate, right?
JC: Alright, fine. Please leave us now so I can speak to my client privately. Thank you.
The prison guards leave, and Psykle looks at JC.
Psykle: You’re my lawyer?
JC: GM Ecosystem thought it best that I come and help you out with this.
Psykle: Eco sent you.
JC: Yes. He feels that an OOWF superstar being arrested would reflect poorly on the company as a whole.
Psykle storms up to the table, throws the chair across the room and slams his fists on the table.
Psykle: Listen to me, and listen to me very closely. You want to be my lawyer that’s fine, but you will do NOTHING other than answer any questions asked of you directly. He already has all of this covered.
JC: He?
Psykle: Wouldn’t you like to know…
JC: Well, while I’m sure he may have this all “covered” as you so succinctly put it, I do have a responsibility to the OOWF and to GM Ecosystem to make sure that you don’t wind up in jail, thereby not only reflecting poorly on the company, but also ruining the main event at Mayhem.
Psykle: Like I said, it’s taken care of. I’ll be at Mayhem no matter how much Stank, and GM Ecosystem, will regret it. World Title Match? A few nights in solitary are just what I need to focus myself and not let the rage have me kill someone in the ring again.
JC: Again?
Psykle: No one’s done the research on my past. No one but my mentor.
JC: Who exactly is your mentor?
Psykle: Time will reveal all. You just keep your mouth shut unless you have to answer something, and I won’t have to break you like a twig, got it?
JC: *gulp* Yes.
Psykle: Good.
Psykle knocks on the glass on the door signaling that he’s through as we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 12:57:11 GMT -5
We see a rental car pull up into a local bar, and DVD steps out of it. He looks up at the bar and sighs shaking his head. He walks forward and enters, the interior is filled with locals, nothing fancy but homey. The camera and DVD both pan across the room before finally resting on the masked form of El Lobo Sangriento sitting alone. He is chatting with a waitress as DVD approaches.
DVD: Mind if I join you?
El Lobo: Of course, always good to have a fellow performer join me for a celebratory drink.
DVD sits down and places a wad of bills on the waitresses tray.
DVD: A bottle of your top shelf whiskey, and two glasses.
The waitress leaves to comply, as DVD leans back in his chair.
DVD: I saw what you did for Sharkov.
El Lobo: I merely saw a wrong that needed to be righted. Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is around to see it, eh.
DVD: Heh, You and Danny would get along great.
El Lobo: Danny is the large quiet man, yes?
DVD: Yes, yes he is. It was not too long ago that Danny was newly in this company just as you now are. For a while we went it alone, until Outback Jack, DH Magnusson and Spin Hansen (under his breath) rest his soul, took us in.
El Lobo: Ahh, the Drink and Destroy, yes I have seen your boys have had some problems with a group of Kings.
DVD: Yes we have, but I'm not here to talk about our problems, but merely to welcome a new face. When D&D took us in, we did not just gain mentors and allies, but friends that are damn near family now.
El Lobo: That is never a bad thing.
DVD: (smiling) No it is not.
At this point the waitress returns and places a bottle of Jack Daniels Single Barrel on the table with two glasses. DVD picks up the bottle and frowns slightly, but pours a glass for both men anyways. The two men clink glasses and down the whiskey.
El Lobo: So is this a recruiting pitch?
DVD: No my friend it is not. However, major changes are in the air, and it is always nice to know where people stand. From now on, when you want a pre or post match drink, just swing by the Destroyatorium. The door is always open for those with Integrity.
El Lobo smiles and nods his head at this. DVD places his fedora on his head and gets up to leave. He places one of his business cards on the table.
DVD: If you ever want to do business, or just have another friendly drink, give me a ring.
With that DVD heads towards the door.
El Lobo: Wait, don't you want to finish this bottle you bought?
DVD (looking back over his shoulder) : Keep it, consider it a welcome to the OOWF gift. Besides, the Destroyatorium keeps Jameson's stocked. Just one more reason to consider stopping bye sometime.
El Lobo chuckles at this as DVD heads out and the scene fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 20, 2011 21:51:53 GMT -5
~~~ Zane Myers is seen in the Texpress dressing room... on..... on Chad's Trampoline??? A RNSFJ charges in ~~~ RNSFJ: Zane! What are you doing? Zane: (slowing to a gentle bounce) Working out. RNSFJ: But... but... the trampoline is Chad's thing. You're the serious, strong one and he's the flippy, fun one! You can't go changing things on us now! Zane: I'm doing whatever it takes to win. In no other match we've been in has agility been at a premium. Face it, for the first time in a long time, we are true underdogs. Because of me. Chad can hang with the athleticism of the Hawaii'ans. I am the one at the disadvantage. RNSFJ: Wow. Zane Myers admitting weakness? Zane: I won't admit to a weakness. I move around exceptionally well for a 320-pound man. Chad and I routinely end matches with a double-dropkick. I pull off a top-rope move here and there. It's just not my strength. Chad and I are a great team because our strengths balance out. There are times he needs to be stronger. This is just the opposite of that. (looks at the camera) Kai, Aina don't worry. Come Wednesday, I'll be ready for Ultimate X will you be ready to Measure Up? RNSFJ: Great interview. How about a Personal question, how are you coping being away from Bridgette for so long? Zane: Interview over. (walks to the door, opens it and points) OUT!
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