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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 14:58:35 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Buenos Aries, Argentina
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. El Lobo Sangriento
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
Run DLP vs. Drink & Destroy
OOWF World Heavyweight Title, Non-Title Match[/u]
Stank vs. J-P Sparxx
OOWF Intercontinental Title, Non-Title Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Matt Folz
OOWF World Tag Team Title, Non-Title Match[/u]
The Brass Knuckle Kings vs. The Flyin' Hawaiians vs. Regicide
Firewoman & Alexander Darling vs. Ecosystem & Darius Prentiss
Moosehead Jack vs. TBA
Card subject to military coup
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:02:24 GMT -5
<the camera cuts to Ric’s Sandwich Shoppe – EAT FRESH FAT BOY! – where Fire has just ordered a coffee. She heads back to her table, then tenses up and spins around and throws a punch…….and stops just inches short of Moose’s face. Moose doesn’t even flinch, he just smirks at Fire. Fire nervously looks around for an exit>
MHJ: We should talk
FW: Uh yeah, I would love to and all……….but I have to go to………Japan……….yeah, and I……..
<Moose just stares at Fire until Fire sighs>
FW: Fine
<Moose and Fire sit in a booth, Moose has his back to the wall because Davin is nuts. They both sip their coffee in silence for a minute. Finally Fire breaks the silence>
FW: Ok……lets get it over with. I know you are going to do it, get it over with
<Moose sits back and looks at Fire>
MHJ: Nope
FW: Dammit Jack! So what? You want me looking over my shoulder all the time just waiting for it to happen? Fuck that
<Moose takes a long slow sip of his coffee relishing Fire’s agitation>
MHJ: I mean nope, it’s not going to happen
FW: I am not playing games Jack, I told you I was……wait, what?
MHJ: You get a free pass……this one time
FW: You’re bullshitting me
MHJ: Nope
<Fire stares at Moose processing this bit of information>
FW: Ok, why?
MHJ: Two reasons. One…….I believe what you said. Eco screwed with your head. I thought you were playing everyone. I was wrong
<Fire just stares at Moose in disbelief>
FW: And the other?
MHJ: You got me my job back. THAT is what family does.
<Fire just stares at Jack, she has to look away for a minute, then looks back at him, does she have tears in her eyes?>
FW: Can I tell you something? You have no idea how many times after all that with Eco…….you have no idea how many times I considered……well, you know. I was at peace. Eco interfered and took that from me. If not for him……
MHJ: Just stop. You weren’t going to do a damn thing, and you know it
<Fire looks a little hurt at this>
FW: How the fuck do you know?
MHJ: Because if you didn’t off yourself after all the bullshit we went through as a kid, nothing is going to do it. Now stop being so emo and get over yourself. If you were meant to be dead, you would have been dead. Eco didn’t interfere in anything, what happened was supposed to happen. He didn’t save you, just like the Darlings didn’t save you, so just stop. We are the fucking Quinn’s, we are heartless bastards, you know damn well we wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of offing ourselves. You want us gone? You are going to have to do it. You don’t like it? Fuck you.
<Fire stares at Moose, in shock at first, then a smile creeps across her face as the words sink in>
FW: Good to have you back Jackie. Though, Davin is going to be PISSED
MHJ: Fuck Davin. I will deal with him later
<Fire and Moose continue to talk as we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:03:15 GMT -5
*Fade in to the official OOWF Post-Match Interview Area, where a scowling El Lobo Sangriento is waiting for an SFJ to arrive. Number 46 enters the scene, and we’re off…
SFJ: Lobo, you won your first shot at an OOWF title tonight, and the match is next week at Mayhem. So, why the long fa–
ELS: Let me stop you right there. First of all, that joke wasn’t funny two weeks ago, and it’s not funny now. Please post a memo in the SFJ-generating room not to use it anymore.
SFJ: Done. But seriously, what’s up? You look like you got screwed tonight, and not in the good way.
ELS: I won. Sort of. It goes into the books as a clean win, and maybe in time people will forget the details and remember only the W. But not me. I didn’t get screwed, but Darling did. And the Commissioner did. I don’t know what the backstory with Darling and Psykle is, but I do know that he had no business coming to the ring during our match tonight. I had a shot at beating two of the best in the game clean, and Psykle tainted that. It won’t be forgotten.
SFJ: And what are your thoughts on the Onslaught champion, Chris Evans, and your match next week?
ELS: Evans has been around the block a time or two. He’s a helluva fighter, and he’s not a fluke champion. He’s also running with the self-proclaimed Kings and SUPREME. These guys have proven that they’re not above sneak attacks and playing the numbers game. I’ll have my guard up big time from now on. I will say again, though, that if SUPREME decides to come after me, they’ll find that this wolf is not easy to put down. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m a thirsty man in need of a beer.
*Lobo walks away as we FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:05:02 GMT -5
Chris Evans is standing in the SUPREME locker room.
So Lobo, you beat the Commish and the has-been? Yeah, real talent you got there, Lobo. Big deal. And you think that makes you somebody around here? Come talk to me when you cleanly pin a current World Champ, okay there junior? Until then, just take your imminent beating like a good little rookie, and leave the titles to the real winners around here: SUPREME.
You’re on a hot roll, I’ll give you that, but all of your wins have come from dumb-fuck luck. Stan Fulton? Lost his temper, beat the shit out of you, and got DQ’d/ Davin Moreland? Got cocky, didn’t take you serious. Paid the price. Darling and Fire? Darling was getting bitched out by the one who obviously wears the pants in that relationship, ad you took advantage of the situation, something that I’ll admit I give you credit for. And when you did lose, it was to that pussy-whipped Darling.
Now look at all the wins that I’ve got against Darling. In fact, let’s go to the scoreboard, shall we?
Evans goes to a conveniently-placed whiteboard.
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (03/02): Chris Evans vs. Alexander Darling. Pinned you clean with a broken freakin ankle!
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (03/09): Chris Evans vs Alexander Darling. We both lost due to double-countout, but since I still retained the title, I technically beat you again.
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (03/16): GFY - DAVIN MORELAND & CHRIS EVANS vs. UNFORGIVEN - ALEXANDER DARLING & MATT FOLZ
This one wasn’t a win, but I’m counting just because you piss me off, and any chance that I get that I can beat the living shit out of you is a victory in my eyes.
And then we have our latest match. Chris Evans vs. Alexander Darling - Non-Title Match.
You beat me with your Darling Finish, proving to everyone exactly what a joke you have truly become. You see, when I cheat to win, I do it because I was taught to take the easy way out. But for you, you’re loved by the fans. You’re viewed as this guy that turned his whole perspective on life around, and who is trying to make amends. You’re saying you’re a changed man. I’m saying that you’re full of shit, and what you did that night proves it all too well.
So let’s tally up the matches, shall we?
I beat you twice cleanly in the ring the first two times, and the third time, I left you lying in a pool of your own blood. And what did you do to me? Beat me with a cheap rollup.
But I’ll tell ya what: anytime you want me to humiliate your ass again, just give me a request and I’ll do it, or just have your wife do it for you. She is the Commisioner now, after all. *taps Onslaught title* Just not for this baby. You’re not worthy of holding it with the way you are now. Ask for your balls back from Fire, and maybe I’ll consider it.
Now back to you Lobo. Unlike the others that I’ve faced as of late, with the exception of Stank, you actually view me as being a legit champ. And while I do appreciate that, you also know of what I’ll do to hold onto it. And I can see that I’m already in your head, seeing as how you don’t know when or where SUPREME is gonna get involved in some way, so in that way, I’ve already won. And next week, I’ll make it official.
*fade to black*[glow=red,2,300][/glow]
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:06:09 GMT -5
CUT to the backstage area of the arena following the last Mayhem and OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Stank and OOWF Intercontinental Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton are ~WALKING!~ back to their dressing rooms after their match with Chris Evans. So sometime before Moose and Fire get their coffee.
SF: "I think that last elbow you dropped to break the count pinched a nerve in my neck."
S: "Bah! Stop whining and find a masseuse. I'm thinking your attaché would be willing. Nudge nudge know what I mean, eh eh?"
SF: "She's only my attaché, not my whore. And when did you start quoting Monty Python?"
S: "Just now."
SF: "And now for something completely different."
CUT
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:06:57 GMT -5
~~~ Texpress are walking in the parking lot of the OOWF Arena in Paso de los Toros, heading for their taxicab, when they bump into Davin Moreland. ~~~
Davin: Comrades
Zane: Comrade
Chad: Comrade
~~~ They *clink* their Championships ~~~
Davin: SO, I wonder what in the blue FUCK we are doing having the exact same match two weeks in a row? Didn't we just hand those guys their asses?? Besides, I have unresolved issues with Moose now to tend to. I have better things to be doing with my time.
Chad: No telling Man.
Zane: Truth be told, I won't mind wrestling them again. Nice to have opponents who don't abuse the rules.
~~~ Davin and Zane exchange quirky smiles. Davin spots his limousine and waves ~~~
Davin: See you guys in Argentina!
Chad: Should Be a Good One!!
~~~ Texpress climb in their cab ~~~
Zane: Winning feels good.
Chad: Amen partner
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:07:47 GMT -5
**SUPREME Locker Room*
Chris Evans is alone in the locker room as the rest of SUPREME must have already left to celebrate their victorious night or something. Evans hears a knock on the door and assuming it was just one of the ethnic members of the posse, starts to open the door when it is pushed harder into his face. Evans stumbles back and sees Alexander Darling walking into the locker room. Evans charges, but Alex sidesteps Evans and grabs him from behind and hits a RELEASE GERMAN that sends Evans crashing through the glass table. Darling looks around and picks up the microphone that Evans was just using as he groans in pain in the glass table.
Alexander: Don’t try too hard to get up on my account Cub.
Evans: *groans something unintelligible*
Alexander: Has-been. Pussy-whipped. A joke. I would say words don’t hurt, but clearly they have consequences that can lead to pain. Lead to hurt. See, I was gonna let bygones be bygones for the most part. I was going to take your *Alex leans down and picks up the Onslaught Title* precious title belt and then be done with you cause I have unfinished business with some of your running buddies.
Evans: *A bit more intelligible* Gonna git yours..
Alexander: Probably. I’ve been getting mine for a long time now Evans. Hasn’t put me into the ground yet and I can guarantee you won’t be the one who finally succeeds in doing it. But it leaves us with an open-ended issue because I keep getting thrown off path of getting what I want. With that being said, I figured I’d stop by and make sure you know that I’m not quite done with you yet. Title or not, I don’t care anymore. You and I…we’re gonna finish this.
Alex begins to leave the locker room…
Evans: Ain’t nuthin but a bitch…
Alexander: You really don’t know when to quit, huh?
Darling starts to reach down to pull Evans to his feet, but Evans has pulled a piece of glass from the wreckage and swings it at Darling. Luckily for Alex he’s able to avoid the glass hitting anything major and it just nicks his arm. Darling staggers back and this allows Evans to get to his feet and he’s able to charge Alex and they go crashing through the door into the hallway. At the far end of the hall, SUPREME must be on their way back to the locker room and they see Evans and Darling fighting. Darling is on his feet first and he’s able to whip Evans into the first two members of the posse just in time to look up and see Matt Folz running full speed ahead. At the last second, Alex is able to duck and he back body drops Folz into a just rounding the corner Davin Moreland.
Davin: Are you serious FuckThatGuy. You dare touch the GOAT!
Davin starts fighting with Folz, but that still leaves the numbers way in the favor of SUPREME as we…
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:08:28 GMT -5
DM: You DARE touch the GOAT?
*Davin picks up Folz and WHIPS~! him into the wall. Davin hits a couple of chop-woos before getting Folz on his shoulder. He lifts him up and...ELEVATED REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER~! Folz is likely dead, and just to add insult to injury, Davin spits on Folz before looking for and finding a Ninja Cam*
DM: So it's gonna be like this, Moosey? You're gonna attack me from behind, you know, you're the one that likes to get attacked from behind, not me. And then...and THEN, you have the absolute disdain for this great sport of ours to send a LACKEY after me? And not just any lackey, but Fuck That Guy? If you've got beef, cousin, come find me and take your ass-whoopin' like a man - not like that Emo Telenovela sister of yours. Sneak attacking little bitch. You know, you've lost your edge, Moosey. You're all used up. You know damn well you can't beat me head up. This is the only way.
This is the only way.
THIS, is the only way, Moose. Beat me head up? Sure, a couple years ago...but now? Now? So sneak attack and send your lackeys. And I'll do my level best to make sure everyone knows the REAL Moosey. Not the badass OOWF legend...no...the whiny, emo, telenovela, pussy bitch he's become. It's not his fault. His body's gone to shit. So not only can he PHYSICALLY not get it done anymore, but he MENTALLY cannot get it done anymore.
You know, we've been sitting on this one for a long time here in OOWF. Moose/Davin. Davin/Moose. Never been done. You know, maybe we should have done it back then Moose. Back when you still had ribs. Or knees. Or usable brain tissue. But now?
You don't want this fight. But if this is how it's gotta be? God help my opponents like that loudmouth douche Danny Taylor.
*A production assistant starts to say something, but Davin ignores her*
They're just practice for beating your ass to the point where you thankfully stay away from me, and OOWF, forever.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:08:42 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Hallway of Pier-6 Brawls in the Arena de Gran Emoción in Paso de los Toros, Uruguay, where we find El Lobo Sangriento entering the fray and heading straight toward Alexander Darling…
AD: Lobo! Nice to see you’re not too busy in the bar across the street to show up this time.
ELS: No, I’m not missing this one. You already got screwed once tonight. Not happening again.
*Lobo and Darling go back-to-back as the SUPREME posse attacks them one at a time, evil ninja style…
AD: Caught your promo earlier. Appreciate you acknowledging that Lisa and I shouldn’t have lost.
ELS: What promo were you watching? I said you got screwed. I never said I wouldn’t have eventually won anyway.
AD: Riiight. Whatever you say. Look—hold on, can I get a hand here?
*Darling has an evil posse ninja in a bear hug. Lobo connects with a right cross that sends the evil posse ninja flying…
AD: Thanks. Like I was saying, look, you don’t need to be here right now. I’ve got this.
ELS: This is you against SUPREME. You don’t have this. Besides–wait, got an elbow?
*Lobo knees an evil posse ninja in the gut, doubling him over, and Darling drops an elbow on the back of his skull…
ELS: Thanks. Where was I?
AD: Besides…
ELS: Oh yeah. Besides, I want to make sure you don’t hurt Evans too badly. I’d like to have him in relatively good shape for next week.
*The last of the evil posse ninjas having been dealt with, Lobo and Darling take a second to catch their breath, secure in the knowledge that non-NPC members of SUPREME will soon be on the attack…
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:09:59 GMT -5
Alexander Darling is WALKING~! back from his backstage encounters and pauses at the door to the Darling Luxury Suite. He takes a deep breath...and Lucky comes out, closing the door behind him.
L: Hi.
AD: She mad?
L: About?
AD: Our match. I don't hear anything breaking...I figured she'd want to take my head off since I got distracted.
L: No...well, there's no throwing of anything.
AD: No?
L: No, she's been....
AD: Quiet? Crap...that's almost worse....
L: No...not quiet....she's.....
AD: What? Spit it out! Is she okay? I know she's been depressed....Fuck it, get out of my way.
L: Alex, she's--
Darling throws Lucky aside, and opens the door, bracing for what he might see. What he does see...and hear...stops him in his tracks.
L: --singing.
And indeed, she is singing. Marylin Manson's "Arma-goddamn-mother-fucking-geddon" to be specific, which is a nice happy bouncy song, despite the lyrics. There's even a spring in her step as she packs up what little stuff she has unpacked before they head to the airport. Alexander looks at her, shocked.
FW: Oh, hey...wow, did you get jumped?
AD: Yeah, kinda...where were you?
FW: Talking to Moose. He's BACK!
AD: I know...
FW: And even BETTER...he's not....he's not mad at me anymore.
Firewoman smiles broadly as she nearly skips in and out of the room they share and then her private room and back. Alexander scowls.
FW: What? I mean, he's totally distracted me from the fact that we lost the match because you were distracted by Psykle.
AD: He also totally distracted you from the fight I just had in the hallway. I kept expecting you to be there to ... you know, never mind. I'm glad you're glad, but he's a bad influence on you.
FW: Funny, he says the same thing about you.
AD: Yeah, but I'm right. And always there for you. And--
FW: Blah blah blah...you know what else you are?
AD: What.
FW: Sitting in the first class section of the OOWF plane. Commissioner Darling here gets to sit up there, and you get to also.
AD: With Ecosystem? Won't that bother you.
FW: *frowns slightly* Maybe a little. But I really think ... I mean...I feel better than I have in a long time, Alex, knowing that he's forgiven me.
AD: Uh huh.....
FW: He has. Maybe...I dunno, maybe surviving...living...maybe it wasn't a fluke after all.
AD: Haven't I *been* saying that?
FW: Well, maybe I needed to hear it from more than just you. From family.
AD: Davin--
FW: Davin has made perfectly clear he's not family to me. So I'm giving him what he wants. Fuck that guy. He's nothing to me.
AD: It's totally not a coincidence that you feel that way AFTER Moose has come back and attacked Davin, either, right?
FW: Totally not...well, maybe....C'mon I want to get there early to take Ecosystem's seat from him.
Firewoman goes back into their room to get something. Alexander shakes his head as we FAAAAAAAAADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 15:14:25 GMT -5
The camera comes on, and we’re in an office somewhere, where exactly though we can’t tell. IQ is talking with Miss Goldendollar, when the door is kicked open, or more specifically, kicked into scraps of wood.
Psykle: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!?
IQ: Maybe you should go out to your desk, Miss Goldendollar.
MG$: Yes sir. I’ll work on making those arrangements you asked me to.
Miss Goldendollar carefully makes her way around Psykle and out of IQ’s office to her desk, obviously fearful of pissing off the already enraged Psykle.
IQ: Now what can I help you with?
Psykle: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?
Psykle hands a sheet of paper to IQ. OK, maybe “hands” is a bad word. “Thrusts forcefully into his face” works better.
IQ: It’s the card for next week’s Mayhem. What about it?
Psykle: Notice anything missing?
IQ: Actually, that’s something we need to talk about.
Psykle: WHY DON’T I HAVE A FUCKING MATCH THIS WEEK?
IQ: Remember Legal Counsel Josef Cohen?
Psykle: You mean that tool in the cheap suit that tried to represent me in that bullshit court case?
IQ: *sigh* Yes. Him.
Psykle: What about him?
IQ: I got a phone call from him shortly after your match…
Psykle: So what?
IQ: If you’ll let me finish?
Psykle: ...
IQ: Thank you. Anyway, Josef calls me and tells me that the OOWF insurance company has decided that you are currently too high of a liability. In addition, the referees are none too pleased with you almost decapitating one of their own, and are threatening to go on strike unless you are fired.
Psykle: So that’s it? We’re just going to call it quits and leave? Where the hell is your genius IQ at to get us around this?
IQ is visibly getting angry with Psykle now, and stands up from his chair to stare him down.
IQ: Now listen here you little piss-ant! I’ve protected you and developed you for the past 13 years. You can either shut the fuck up and sit down while I tell you what’s been going on, or you can have your ass fired, and that certain little briefcase I have locked up can make its way to the authorities while you take your dumb ass back to the gutters and shitty bars I found you in!
Psykle is startled by this, as IQ has never stood up to him like this before. Psykle thinks for a minute, and sits down in one of the chairs on the other side of the desk. IQ stares at him for a minute, before finally collecting himself.
IQ: Now, as I was saying, Josef told me that the insurance company wouldn’t insure you, and the referees wouldn’t work your matches anymore. The OOWF felt that it was in their best interests to cut you loose, I on the other hand, had a different idea. I sent Josef an email with a detailed plan of how we’re going to get your rage under control and what we will be doing over the next month to accomplish that. He took that plan to the OOWF board, and with a few minor concessions here and there they’ve agreed to it. One of those concessions is regular check ins on our progress. Another is that we have to have one of those damn cameramen with us to document what is going on, potentially for air on OOWF-TV. The last one is that until we have completed the plan and shown that it has worked effectively, you are banned from in-ring competition.
Psykle: So what the fuck am I supposed to do for the next month?
IQ: Simple. Whatever the fuck I tell you to do. Now go pack you fucking bags. The plane leaves in an hour.
Psykle: Plane? Where are we going?
IQ: Home.
Psykle looks surprised at the mention of Home, but also a little scared, something we're not used to seeing the big man be. As the look of fear spreads across Psykle's face, we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 20:31:29 GMT -5
*Fade back into the Hallway of Pier-6 Brawls, where El Lobo Sangriento is STANDING~! in the ready-to-fight dukes-up position. He takes a quick look around and suddenly realizes he’s the only one there…
ELS: Uh, Darling? Where’d you go, man?
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ELS: Hello? Ninja posse? Anyone?
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ELS: Seriously, guys? Is this like a hazing thing or something? Totally not cool.
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*Lobo drops his fists, dejected. He slowly makes his way out of the Hallway of Pier-6 Brawls and into the Hallway of Random Encounters, heading toward the locker room to pack up for the trip to Buenos Aries.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 7, 2011 20:46:34 GMT -5
<we cut to the OVOOWF House Show in neighboring San Gregorio where Uruguay Jim is being cheered loudly as he pummels La Parka Del Morte. As the crowd is about to riot, Uruguay Jim hits a top rope fallaway slam and gets the one, two, three! Uruguay Jim gets to his feet to celebrate, but “Scare Crow” plays and Moosehead Jack walks to the ring carrying HDBII. The cheers quickly turn to boos as Uruguay Jim and La Parka Del Morte beat a hasty retreat. Moose looks at the crowd as a “YOU SUCK” chant starts. Moose smirks at them and just stands in the ring. Finally the noise dies a bit and Moose speaks>
You know…….all I have heard since I have come back is…..”why Moose? Why would you attack Davin? Why would you attack Davin and not Fire? Fire kidnapped and tortured you, why not her?”
<Moose pauses for a moment, once again soaking in the boos>
Well, to all you asking……….fuck you. I don’t owe you a goddamn explanation. I don’t owe you anything. You want to know why I did what I did? It’s the same reason I took out GM the Rick. Because I fucking can.
<More boos>
So………everyone thinks I was going to come back and sacrifice Fire for what she did to me. You people would like that wouldn’t you? Quinn versus Quinn. Brother versus sister. Family versus family. You parasites would eat that up, wouldn’t you? Well let me just say it one more time…….fuck………you. I know what Fire did to me. Fire knows what she did to me. I will deal with Fire however I feel like it. Maybe I attack her tomorrow <cheers> maybe I attack her in a month <cheers> maybe I let it go, <boos> but the fact is, blood is blood, and I will deal with my blood on MY terms, not any of your terms you heartless fucks
<boos rain down from the rafters, Moose soaks it up and smirks>
Now……I know what some of you are thinking. That is, those of you who are capable of stringing together coherent thoughts. “What about Davin Moreland? He is blood!” I am going to say this real slow, so even you fans can understand. And Davin……I know you are listening…….someone is talking about you, so I know goddamn well you are listening……so hear me when I say this…….you have NEVER been blood. You might be related, sadly, but you have never been blood
<security comes to ringside, not to take Moose away, but to keep fans out of the ring>
You want to know why? How bout this. Davin Moreland. Davin Fucking Moreland, the supposed Greatest Of All Time. The man with all the stroke in the world. The man that is supposedly tight with the Board of Directors. The man who makes things HAPPEN in the OOWF. The man who didn’t do SHIT when I got suspended. No Davin, you didn’t do a fucking thing, did you? My sister goes to bat for me. My sister, the pariah of the OOWF, gets me my job back, while Davin Fucking Moreland sits around with his thumb up his ass bitching about travel doing not a fucking thing to help his…….family.
So Davin…….you have a problem with what I did? You want to get some epic Davin revenge? Talk a big game in promos, come up with some cute nicknames for me, resort to name calling……you know, what you do best, all you have to do is sign the contract big man. I am not hard to find.
<Moose drops the mic and rolls out of the ring>
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 1:08:07 GMT -5
*We cut to Davin's locker room, with the TV on, and Davin, obviously watching*
DM: Know why I didn't do anything, Moosey? Know why I didn't go to the board and beg for your job back? Know why I didn't say anything to Rick? Or the Board? Or fucking ANYONE for that matter?
DM: Pretty simple. You fucked up. Pay the price, douchebag, before you start sounding all emo like your psychopath sister. Save yourself while you still have the opportunity to, you know, not be a giant, gaping pussy.
DM: You want to attack me? Did you prove your point, Moosey? Did ya? "I am the Moose and I will bore everyone to death about blood and respect and trust me which used to be AWESOME things until I wear them into the ground. Then I'm going to go on a 3-year crusade against Alexander Darling for pretty much no apparent reason after I got him back the first 12 times I did it. Then I am going to cut the same promo for 50 consecutive weeks about how much I hate him and I will hit him so hard I will hit him very hard. Then I will come to believe that I'm much better than I actually am, and haven't lucked into EVERY SINGLE IMPORTANT THING I've ever done in this business. And then, when everyone in OOWF from the Fans to the Board were quietly and calmly telling me that my time is up, and wrestling has passed me by - I threw a fucking hissy fit and beat up the poor piece-of-shit GM. Then I got fired. Then I begged my sister to get me my job back, and she did. Then I attacked Davin because...
*clears throat*
...because in order for people to start caring about me again, I have to go and find the top draw and pick a fight with him. Now, I will sit here and drone on for 20 minutes about how much I hate you, but deep, deep down, you all know the truth. I need you people. Mooseyhead Jack can't exist without the reactions of the crowd. I have no discernible personality, so being a face is out of the question. But I know how to piss people off - and I will continue to do it until you're bored with that too. Then I'll have to find another way to keep my fledgling career alive because no one else will hire me anymore. But I will FIND A WAY, because I NEED YOU PEOPLE TO LIVE! So therefore..."
DM: "Must. Kill. Davin."
DM: Edge? You have no edge anymore. You're a shadow of your former self because you thought it would be a good idea to do "King of the Deathmatch" shit. Never were the brightest bulb, were ya? So I'm just the next chapter of your pathetic and, well, simply sad attempt at saving what's left of your career.
DM: Shame, really. If you had spent any time, you know, learning wrestling moves, or how to talk, maybe, just maybe, you'd still be able to find your niche.
DM: But these days, Moosey? You do one thing well, and one thing only.
DM: Bleed.
DM: Don't worry, Moosey. When the time comes? I'll make you look like a million bucks. Assuming you have any blood left, that is.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 1:09:02 GMT -5
<Moose pauses on his way to the back and watches Davin's endless promo>
Jesus Christ that man loves to hear himself talk. Ok Davin, love your slice of history. I lucked into everything. Of course I did. You are a fucking idiot. There, is that direct enough for you? Did that bore you? Would you like me to add something about trust, or respect, or blood, would that amuse you? How bout this. Fuck off. How ya like that?
<Moose continues down the hall and walks into Eco's office and drops HDBIII on Eco's desk. Eco looks up at Moose and slides his chair back>
Eco: Look......what happened with Fire and all......I......
MHJ: Never mind that for right now. We will discuss that later. You run things now, right?
Eco: Yeah
MHJ: Remember what happened when I won the world title?
Eco: You attacked Alex and pinned him for the title
MHJ: After that
Eco: You dropped the title to keep the tag titles
MHJ: Before that
Eco:.........you threatened GM the Rick. You told him you would leave the OOWF with the world title unless....
MHJ: Unless he signed me to a contract
Eco: Right. Brilliant by the way.
MHJ: Save it. Who is working without a contract right now
Eco: Davin, but.......
MHJ: Do you really think it is a wise business move to have someone running around here, attacking your wrestlers, creating a hostile work environment and that person is not under contract? What if Davin decided to take the trios title and leave? Or worse, what if that jealous idiot snapped and hurt one of the wrestlers? Then what?
Eco: I see your point
MHJ: You gotta give the ultimatum Eco, either he signs his contract and stops whining about travel........nice convenient excuse too Davin you spoiled fuck......or he is gone. Can you really afford to endanger your wrestlers by having them get into the ring with someone you, technically, have no authority over?
<Moose gets up and walks out, Eco sits for a moment then calls for his secretary>
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 3:30:29 GMT -5
~~~ Texpress are walking down The Hallway (tm) of the OOWF Arena in Buenos Aires. They turn a corner and Chad bumps into a familiar looking masked man. He tumbles to the ground and scrambles to his feet really really quickly. ~~~
FLMM: Whoa whoa daddio, its cooool. I'm A-Ok and gooood to go!
Chad: Yeah, ok man.
~~~ The Familiar Looking Masked Man leaves ~~~
Zane: Who was that?
Chad: No idea.
Zane: Let's get to work. We have a Championship to defend this week
~~~ The Familiar Looking Masked Man continues down the hall, and turns into Catering. He takes a seat in the corner and watches DH Magnusson & Steve The Lost Viking pile their plates high with pizza rolls. ~~~
DHM: Pretty nice spread th' put out today
STLV: Greensleeves! I have not seen such spoils in some time!
~~~ Steve and DH sit down beside the Familiar Looking Masked Man and begin to eat. Steve speaks to the Familiar Looking Masked Man. ~~~
STLV: Oy! Aren't You The Midnight Frog?.....
~~ He never gets an answer as Justin Sane comes barging through the door, screaming and hollering like a madman ~~~
Justin: HE'S GOT MY TITLE!!!
~~~ Justin topples the table over on Steve and attempts to pin him. He looks around, and a referee has materialized, but just stands there shaking his head. Justin slowly gets up, and looking dejected, heads back to Stank's office. He stops to talk to DH on his way out~~~
Justin: Hey! Can you lend me Five bucks, you know, just until payday. I didn't bring my Argentinian ID so I can't cash that check I got....
~~~ DH shakes his head and pulls out a $20 and hands it to Justin, who smiles and hauls ass out the door. DH looks down and sees the mess left by Justin's attack, Steve and The Midnight Frog are on the ground covered in Pizza Rolls. The referee looks over and shrugs his shoulders. He kneels and counts 1...2....3! Winner, and NEW DDT Iroman Heavy Metal Champion, 5 Pizza Rolls!
DH watches this with a humorous smile. He bends over and picks the pizza rolls off of The Midnight Frog and eats them one by one. The referee, not knowing what to do, calls for a bell Winner, by consumption submission, and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, DH Magnusson!
DH stands and calls for the belt. He picks it up and heads for the door. He goes to open it, but the door SLAMS OPEN IN HIS FACE! Comrade Sharkoff Comes through the door, Chain in hand and swings it at DH, who goes down in a heap. Sharkoff stalks DH, who gets to his knees, when Sharkoff KICKS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH HIS "LOADED" PROSTHETIC FOOT! DH crumbles to the ground and Sharkoff covers 1....2....3! Winner, and NEW DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, Comrade Sharkoff! ~~~
Lazy Capitalist Dogs! You think I could be done away with so easily! I am a Son of the Soviet Union! I am Strong like Bear! I am back and now Champion of the DDT Ironman. I will keep this belt strong for Mother Russia! CCCP #1! Comrade Sharkoff #1!
~~~ Sharkoff heads out of Catering and down The Hallway (tm) He spies Stan Fulton walking out of Stank's office. He wraps the chain around his arm and charges ...... CHAIN ASSISTED SICKLE! Fulton goes down hard, Sharkoff Covers and gets a 1...2....3 Winner, ans STILL DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion, Comrade Sharkoff!
That is for Mother Russia!
~~~ Justin hears the commotion and pokes his head out of the office. Seeing Sharkoff walking off with the DDT belt, Justin becomes enraged and rushes after him. Unfortunately, the large frame of Crusher Fulton is in Justin's way. He trips, and does a full-force faceplant into the floor. The impact seems to stir Fulton who sits up holding his head. He looks over at Justin, who has blood coming from his forehead ~~~
Fulton: What happened?
Justin: I'm not sure. Can I borrow five bucks? I need to buy a bandage.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 20:06:27 GMT -5
**Stank is sitting in his office when L.D. Williams walks in.**
S: “How’d you get past the idiot?”
LDW: “Justin? I gave him 5 bucks and slipped past while he was distracted.”
S: “Five? It usually takes me ten!”
LDW: “Canadian money is shiny.”
S: “Smart ass. Where’s your partner?”
LDW: “He’s pulling tape so we can get ready for our match this week.”
S: “Y’know, I don’t normally get in your business, but are you sure-”
LDW: “Lucas, I teamed with Moose for years - thanks for helping get him back, by the way - , and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Next to him, Tytan’s a fuzzy kitten.”
**Both men pause to consider that image, and then return to reality with a shudder**
S: “Anyway…what can I do for you?”
LDW: “Actually I wanted to discuss my contract.”
S: “Negotiations haven’t started yet.”
LDW: “Well, that’s the thing. You know I don’t care about contract crap – it can roll over as far as I’m concerned. So, I was hoping to do my negotiating through an intermediary.”
S: “You with an agent? Are you turning into-”
LDW: “Don’t say it! You’ll just feed his ego.”
S: “Heaven forbid. So, who’s your agent?”
LDW: “Well, Lucky’s busy working for Fire, so I thought about Mario-”
S: “NO.”
LDW: “-but I knew you’d say that, so I’m thinking about going with this other guy. He’s knew, but he’s a good negotiator. I think you may have met him once. Where’d I put his card?”
**Williams pats his pockets and produces a card, which he hands to Stank.**
S: “Justin S- FUCK YOU! No FUCKING way!”
LDW: “But he’s sleeping on your couch.”
S: “HE IS FUCKING NOT!”
LDW: “He’s always just outside the office, so he‘s available for meetings...”
**Stank pauses and closes his eyes. He seems to be counting backwards to himself.**
S: “L.D., if Justin negotiates your contract, I will make sure you work for a penny for the next ten years. And then, I will FUCKING KILL YOU!”
LDW: “Lucas, I gotta say, you’re not exactly inspiring confidence in the contract negotiating process-”
S: “OUT!”
**Williams leaves the office and can be heard laughing as the door closes.**
S: “Goofy Canadian Bastard.”
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 20:07:18 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland wanders into CEOtheEco's office. As you'd imagine, it's giant and ostentatious, with Eco's picture liberally scattered throughout the office on the walls and on other certain items. There are even CEOtheEco M&Ms there. Creepy, I tells ya. Anyway, there's a receptionist there* R: Oh Good, Mr. Moreland. CEOtheEco will be with you... *Davin doesn't even slow down, not angry, but clearly not caring what this pissant has to say, and heads right for the inner office* R:...in just a minute. *she goes back to playing Spider Solitaire* *Davin opens the door and catches Eco in a somewhat compromising position with one of the pictures of himself on the wall. He clears his throat, and Eco whips around, obviously rattled* CtE: Davin! Buddy! What, uh...why are you here? DM: You had someone bring someone else a note which was brought to a British SAS regiment who airdropped that to someone else who gave it to Samantha to give to me which said that you wanted to see me. CtE: Ah. Right. DM: You have my number you know. CtE: Right. DM: So next time? CtE: Yeah, next time, Davin. This was a great meeting, don't you think? I think so. DM: Um...sure. I don't mean to overstep here, Junichiro, but I'm pretty sure you didn't conduct a British Special Forces Op just to confirm that you had my cell phone number. CtE: Are you sure? DM: Well Junichiro Muyo, does it make more sense to do what you did, or to go through your phone, find "Davin", press "Send" and when someone answers, ask if it's my phone. CtE: Sounds complicated. DM: Yes, placing cell phone calls are complicated. CtE: ... DM: ... CtE: That's why I have- DM: The receptionist? CtE: Yeah. She's good with making calls. Answering calls. Not so much with stopping people from coming in my office. DM: Sure. CtE: Right. DM: ... CtE: Well, thanks for stopping by. DM: You have no idea why you called me in here, do you? CtE: Umm... DM: Do you? CtE: Well... DM: Do you? CtE: I KNEW AT SOME POINT IN TIME! DM: Good. CtE: ... DM: ... CtE: Do YOU know why you're here? DM: I have a pretty good idea. CtE: Really? DM: Yeah. CtE: ... DM: Don't you want to know why? CtE: Oh...right...RIGHT, that's RIGHT....I had you come down to my office. Super Important Stuff. Couldn't wait. DM: That's what the note said. CtE: I remember! I remember! DM: ... CtE: A loaf of bread....a container of milk...and a STICK OF BUTTER!*Davin just stares in disbelief* CtE: What? That's it, right? DM: You are at least 10 years too young to actually know that. CtE: ... DM: NO, THAT ISN'T FUCKING IT! CtE: Oh. DM: ... CtE: Was it about asking you if I should put my face on ALL the belts? DM: I'm fairly certain that wasn't it. CtE: Ok. Well, since you're here, should I? DM: No. CtE: Why? DM: Because go fuck yourself, that's why. CtE: Ah. Yes. Good Point. DM: .... CtE: So....it was nice chatting with you, but- DM: Ok. Junichiro, YOU called this meeting. YOU can't remember why. Do you mind if I give you a push in the right direction? CtE: Um, sure, I mean, it's not like I forget, it's just that I want to make sure YOU know. DM: Uh-huh. CtE: ... DM: May I use your TV? CtE: Yeah, sure, if you have to. DM: I have to. CtE: Ok. *Davin goes to "OOWF On Demand" and clicks on Moose's last promo and plays it for Eco* CtE: Oh....ohhhhhhhh YEEAAAAAAAAAAAHH! I totally remember now! DM: Good. CtE: *clears his throat* Davin, it's come to my attention that your attorneys have had a judge throw out your contract. DM: That's right. CtE: In Ohio. DM: The Honorable Harold T. Stone. CtE: $50 and time served? DM: Yeah, that's him. CtE: Ok. Good dude. Anyway, you understand Davin that you worked this past week without a contract. DM: I do. CtE: And if you were to work this week, it would be without a contract. DM: It would. CtE: Due to insurance and stockholder concerns, I don't think that's going to work out for us. DM: Why not? I'm just an independent contractor anyway. This way...I'm more of a "consultant". CtE: I could always use more consultants. I like to consult people, then ignore them and do what I wanted to do in the first place. DM: I know. CtE: Well, regardless, Moose seemed pretty, uh, serious about it. DM: Did he? CtE: Yeah. DM: Hmm... CtE: ... DM: You DO know that late last year through the early part of this year, Moose worked without a contract too, right? CtE: I...was not aware. DM: No. Why would he mention that? It's SO unlike Moose to be hypocritical. CtE: I KNOW, right? DM: So his concerns do appear to be unfounded. CtE: Still, you need a contract. DM: Sure, I guess. CtE: So sign it. DM: No. CtE: Why not? DM: My personal travel clause isn't in it, and the financial compensation isn't commensurate to my talent level and drawing ability. CtE: Oh. Well, we'll just fix that. DM: Really? When? CtE: Uh...later probably? DM: No. I sign THAT contract, with THOSE conditions, and no other bullshit thrown in without my knowledge, or I sign nothing. CtE: Davin. My good, dear friend Davin. If you're not under contract, then I'm almost pretty sure that you can't work here. DM: I did last week. Also Moose. CtE: I understand that but this is MY administration, MY era, and I cannot tolerate such things. Davin, sign or don't work. DM: Ultimatum? CtE: Yeah, that does kinda sound like one, doesn't it? I'm a little surprised myself. DM: I'm not letting you walk that back. CtE: PLEASE? DM: No. So your final answer is "Davin, sign or don't work", right? CtE: Well, it's the last thing I said before "Please". DM: Right. CtE: So? DM: Junichiro, I've given this company far more than it's ever given me in return. As a result, I get to act like a jackass for a paycheck. It's been a good relationship - but the day Moosehead Fucking Jack is able to manipulate YOU Junichiro and give ME ultimatums? I don't need the money. I don't NEED the travel clause to survive. But I deserve them both and expect them both as your top draw and as the Greatest this company has ever seen. CtE: ME! DM: Whatever, sure. My answer to you and, apparently your puppetmaster, Mr. CEO, is that I will be here Wednesday for Mayhem, and ready to work. I am willing to work that date without a contract. That gives you from today to the Tuesday before the next Mayhem...nearly 2 weeks...to give me the appropriate contract to sign. I'll sign happily at that point. CtE: Ok. *Davin turns to leave* CtE: Wait! DM: What? CtE: What happens if I don't give you that contract? DM: Simple. There's a place I can go to work for 80% of the money, work 4 days a month, work in warmth and sunshine, and a mere 2 hour flight home. Also, they let me travel wherever and whenever and HOWever I want. Also, it gives me all the free time I need to make sure that Mooseyhead Jack gets arrested any time he crosses a state line or a national border. You know, just for shits and giggles. Mostly my shits and exclusively my giggles. CtE: You mean... DM: I've already had "the conversation" with them, Junichiro. I get what I want, or I'm taking my talents to Orlando. CtE: ... DM: *smirks* Trust me. *He walks out* *fade* |
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 20:08:12 GMT -5
Hours later
*Stank pops an Advil and rises from his seat. He walks out of his office and down the hall a bit to CEO the Eco's office. He enters in and heads over to the water cooler. He grabs a cuplet of water, gulps it down, then addresses the CEO's secretary.*
Stank - Juni wanted to see me?
ES - Yes Mr. Mann please have a seat.
*Stank walks over to a nearby couch and sits while the secretary announces Stank's arrival.*
ES - Sir. Mr. Mann is here to see you.
Eco - Send him in.
*Stank rises from his seat and walks into Ecosystem's office.*
Stank - Alright, Juni. What is it?
Eco - Where are we on Moreland's contract?
Stank - I retooled it to your specifications, but since you put me in charge of contracts I decided against presenting it to their lawyers.
Eco - Why?
Stank - Because I know Davin will never agree to it.
Eco - Lucas... this is not up for debate.
Stank - Yes it is. I have full authority on this issue.
Eco - Then what do you suggest?
Stank - I don't know. How bad do you want to keep him on the roster?
Eco - Well... he's a top draw. We need the revenue he generates.
Stank -
Eco - I want to keep him.
Stank - Then give him what he wants.
Eco - No.
Stank - No?
Eco - No. The rule is for every member of the OOWF. No exceptions.
Stank - Then let's give him something that's worth as much to him as traveling seperately from the roster.
Eco - Which is what?
Stank - I don't know. I'd ask him but he insists any talk of his contract be conducted through his agents.
Eco - This is stupid. I am not going to reward Davin for acting like a diva.
Stank - His original contract was up in November.
Eco - That contract is null and void. All contracts are up next week.
Stank - So you put me in this impossible situation on purpose.
Eco - Of course I did. You didn't have to accept.
Stank - It seemed the easier choice at the time.
Eco - Go do your job Lucas. I'm certain you will find a solution.
Stank - I have. It's just... I don't want to implement it.
Eco - Do tell.
Stank -
Eco - No seriously... tell me.
Stank - Just watch OOWFtv.
*Stank walks out of Eco's office and back into his own. Justin Sane is typing on a computer keyboard with a pencil, while his other hand nurses his head injury with an ice pack.*
Stank - Justin get me Davin Moreland on the phone. Then go away and don't come back.
JS - Let me borrow five bucks for a bottle of Liquid Plumber.
Stank - ...
JS -
Stank - I'm not even going to ask. Just get Davin on the phone.
*Stank walks into his office and sits behind his desk. Moments later Justin is on his intercom.*
JS - Mr. Moreland on line 1.
Stank - Thanks.
*Stank hits line one.*
Stank - Davin.
DM - Lucas.
Stank - We've decided not to renew your contract.
DM - You're not serious.
Stank - I'm afraid we are.
DM - You're not fucking serious.
Stank - If you continue to insist on traveling seperately being made permanent in your contract then you can expect me to say we will not renew your contract.
DM -
Stank - Look, I didn't want it to come to this.
DM - Fuck you Lucas.
Stank - Fuck YOU Davin. You can't tell me you didn't see it playing out this way.
DM - I am the biggest draw this company has. You would be OUT of-
Stank - Actually Davin that's not true. I'm looking at the numbers and actually the biggest draw is... me. I can send you the stats if you like.
DM - I don't NEED to see the FUCKING stats to KNOW you are FULL OF SHIT!
Stank - I am. I was just kidding. I just wanted hear how you would react.
DM - Ha Ha I'm glad you find this all so fucking amusing.
Stank - Listen Davin. The truth is this. You know how you've accused Moose of pitching a hissy fit and beating up a piece of shit GM in order to get people to care about him... what's the difference between that and what you're doing to get a ultimately meaningless clause fixed into your contract? It's your cry for attention, is it not? "Look at me. I'm special. I don't have to ride with the rest of the shit roster."
DM - This is not about just ONE clause-
Stank - Your payment structure is the same as it was with Rick. It hasn't been touched.
DM - This is about what I deserve, then!
Stank - Jesus Christ, Davin. Are you serious? What you deserve?
DM - That's right. I given this company more than it deserves... it's about fucking time it gave back.
Stank - Oh so you're the only one who deserves more?
DM - I didn't say that.
Stank - You didn't have to. I think this company has given you plenty. Perhaps even more than you deserve, but that's merely my opinion and not one I care to debate. We both have huge egos. We both know we're great. We both have a large sense of self worth and an argument over what we deserve from this company will not be a productive one.
Listen, Davin didn't you recently take under your wing rising OOWF superstars in a bet with Alex that you could get them over better than Alex could? Wasn't the point of that to show how selfless you are? How you put over the young talent? Hell, one of those young talents is fighting me for my World Title for the fourth time. What kind of example are you setting by seperating yourself from them?
DM - I won that bet. I already proved my point. You said yourself. Sparxx is a main event player and Evans can kiss my ass, but I'm not mad at him for latching onto the best stable to hit the OOWF since Run DLP. Now it's back to me being true to myself... to being who I am. Don't you dare talk to me about putting young talent over, Champ! Let's see YOU job to El Pollo Lobo or whatever the fuck his name is. Let's see you give someone like that the rub and watch him thrive in your reflected glory!
Stank - I'm going to ignore your jackassery and tell you the only thing I really wanted to say is we can not put the clause in contention, which is the traveling one, in your contract. Now... before you balk... that does not mean you can't convince Firewoman or Eco to grant you another OOWF free flight to the next destination or the next, or the next. I'm just telling you. It can't go in your contract. I'm sure you can find some other way around this. I am trying to be reasonable with you.
DM - By firing me?
Stank - It may come to that if you continue to insist on letting your lawyers handle this. I'm not going to pretend that you and I have ever had a reasonable relationship... but there is no point in not trying now.
DM -
Stank -
DM - It might have been, Lucas had your buddy Moosyhead Jackson not picked a fight with me.
Stank - What Moose did should have no bearing on what you and I are talking about right now.
DM - Why not? He's the puppetmaster. I saw his promo. He specifically brought up my contract.
Stank - He did? I don't why. Probably just to get a rise out of you. You know how the game is played, but Moose isn't the one in charge of your contract. I am. You're dealing with me.
DM - I've gone above your head, Champ.
Stank - You'll never get what you want by doing that.
DM - Doesn't seem I'm getting what I want talking you either.
Stank - Maybe... but you get a damn sight more by dealing with me than with Eco or the Board. Don't let Eco's act fool you. He's playing ignorant because he doesn't have the balls to tell you that he will not bend on this clause.
DM - So are we negotiating now? Is that what this is? Because my attorney said you need to talk to him in regards to my contract and you said negotiations don't begin until next week.
Stank - This is a courtesy call from someone... and I can not believe I'm admitting this... who sees value in having you stay with the company. Call off your fucking lawyers and let's be reasonable men when formal contract negotiations begin.
DM -
Stank - Please. I'm begging you.
DM - Wow... you're serious?
Stank - As fucking heart attack.
DM - ... ... I didn't know you could be such a fucking tool Lucas.
Stank - Ah there it is... the name calling. What's next? Fatty Fatty Fat Fat?
DM - I got a new target for that particular dig.
Stank - Do you now?
DM - Yeah but I don't use it nearly as the term of endearment it was with you.
Stank - Gee thanks.
DM - No problem...
Stank -
DM - ... *sigh* I hear what you're saying, Lucas. I make no promises.
Stank - Consideration is all I ask.
*Davin has ended the call. Stank leans back in his seat and lets out a long deep breath.*
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 20:09:05 GMT -5
*Davin closes his phone and stares at it for a second. He goes over to Moonbeam and says something quietly to her. We don't know what, because the mics in South America suck or something. He then goes over to Samantha (wearing the cheap CVS-style reading glasses while going through a ton of paperwork) and says something quietly to her. She looks as surprised as Moonbeam did as she whips her phone out. Davin does the same, and goes in the other room. He talks pretty loudly, but it's indistinct, and now HE comes out, with a similar look on his face. He swallows hard before speaking*
DM: Let's go. Wheels up in one hour.
*Moonbeam and Shawn both bring luggage out into the main room*
SDM: So it's official?
DM: Lucas is a decent enough guy put into an awful situation. And if anyone understands what he's going through right now, it's me. But I just got off the phone with Dewey. He said that if Lucas had led with the fact that OOWF still wanted me, like he said at the end, that would have been one thing - but he clearly stated that the OOWF's position was that they have "decided not to renew my contract". Dewey said that our "continued presence here is not only a distraction but has created a potentially hostile work environment".
*They all walk out, rolling luggage behind them*
SFJ420: So...like...are we leaving...like LEAVING leaving?
SDM: Looks that way, Moony.
OGMSJ: We're still going to Buenos Aires, right?
*No one says anything*
OGMSJ: Well, where the fuck ARE we going?
*More silence until they get to the car outside*
OGMSJ: Davin?
DM: Hyannis. We're going home. And you know what? Fuck this place anyway. Fuck Rick, Fuck Moose, Fuck Eco, Fuck all of them. This is THEIR loss, not mine. I'm too big a fish for this pond anyway.
*They all pile into the car as it takes off*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 20:10:15 GMT -5
Firewoman and Sydney Wyld are in a very seedy warehouse somewhere in the bowels of Buenos Aires.
SW: Why are we here?
FW: Because. I can't change overnight.
SW: Yes but I don't think--
FW: Look...Part of me wants to be the good little wrestler who stays out of trouble and keeps it all in the ring. Part of me would really like to jump several people in the halls of the OOWF Arena right about now and drive their heads through tables. I'm not at the point where I can turn that second part off.
SW: Yet.
FW: Maybe not ever, Syd. I have to get it out of my system somehow.
SW: This is not what either Alex or Dr. Freedman would recommend.
FW: Dr. Freedman said maybe more intense training, I don't see how this is any different. Let's go.
They make their way through the throngs of people standing around a make shift cage in the center of the warehouse. There's a table off to the side where people are placing bets and another table where people are signing up. Firewoman puts on an old mask, and heads over to the table, and writes on a sheet of paper. Sydney stays back, and then goes over and places a bet. Firewoman stands, almost meditating, until the psuedonym she's given is called, along with three other names. The crowd makes last minute bets and a crappy bell rings.
All four assailants circle each other. Firewoman is the smallest of the four, two of them are muscular but of average size for fighters, and one man is AMAZLINGLY tall and huge, and also wearing a mask. The tall one and Firewoman square off with the two medium sized fighters. The tall fighter, handily dominates his dance partner, while Firewoman has a bit of a tougher time, but her experience and just the basic unleashing of pent up rage eventually wins out, as she finally knocks her opponent unconsious. Workers drag him and the other fighter out of the ring, so that only Firewoman and the tall man are there.
The two of them circle each other before finally the tall man makes a move, which Fire handily ducks. She kicks him twice in the knee bringing him down to her level, and then hits him square in the jaw with a horizontal elbow. This isn't wrestling folks, that's a real strike and his chin almost dislocates, blood flying out of his mouth. Fire pauses to size up the killing blow, but it's a half second too long, as he recovers, grabs her leg and pulls her to her back. Her skull hits the floor with a crack, as he tries to maneuver her around into a rear naked choke. Sydney Wyld shakes her head and rubs her temples as she's trying to figure out how she's going to explain this. The size difference makes it hard for the big man to get a good hold on the smaller and thinner woman, and she finally breaks free, getting ot her feet. He gets to his feet two, and hammers her with real punches, one clearly going to leave a nice black eye, and another splitting her lip, a trickle of blood going down her chin. She licks her lips, smiles at the taste, and explodes off the cage in a fury that the big guy w as not expecting. She drives him back to the other side of the cage, and then he recovers, and we go back and forth like this for a while. Both fighters start to slow down as they begin to tire, but neither is going to give up. They are reduced to standing on wobbly legs in the middle of the ring as they trade slow punches, until finally one of the promoters comes in to check on each. The big guy turns to talk to him, and Firewoman sees her opening, nailing him right on the mandible with a right punch. It hits just the right spot, knocking him out. The crowd goes wild as the promoter rings the bell.
Firewoman wins, and the promoter holds her arm up. Most of the crowd rips their betting sheet up and walks away but two people go over to collect. Sydney Wyld is one of them, and the other is another masked fighter. Firewoman walks over to her opponent, and starts to take his mask off, but changes her mind. She does bend down to talk to him though.
FW: The commissioner would like to see you when you get your legal troubles sorted out, Psykle.
She walks out of the ring towards Sydney, who is eying the other bet winner.
SW: Nicely done.
FW: Thanks.
Firewoman turns to the masked man standing there.
FW: What'd ya think?
Masked guy: I think you still got it sis. Nicely done.
Moose takes off his mask, and lights a cigar, putting an arm around Fire's shoulders.
MHJ: Feel better?
FW: Yep. You ready Syd?
SW: I didn't want to come here in the first place.
FW: So go home. Moose and I are going for whiskey.
Sydney rolls her eyes and leaves. Moose and Fire wander out into the Argentinian night.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 20:12:35 GMT -5
~~~ Texpress are WATCHING!!!!! OOWF-TV They see Davin's promo come on. Zane grabs his Still Unsponsored Cell Phone and dials a number. He hangs up quickly ~~~
Chad: He.. He left?
Zane: No Answer.
Chad: ... I.... I mean Davin's high strung, sure, but to just walk out? We have a match with Drink & Destroy this week?
Zane: .... And it looks like we'll be finding a replacement for him in that match.
Chad: This sucks
Zane: I know it does. Listen, Davin has been doing his own thing for quite some time. Think of how we ended up with these. (pats the belt around his waist) He has always been just a few degrees off center. It changes nothing. You and I can do this. We'll go out there and take it to Drink & Destroy just always. Lets go to the gym and do a little extra cardio this week.
~~~ They head out the door and down The Hallway (tm), presumably for the OOWF Training Center. They walk past Steve The Lost Viking and exchange head nods of recognition with him. Suddenly a shrill voice is heard in the distance. They turn around to see Justin Sane emerge ~~~
Justin: HE HAS MY BELT!
~~~ Justin charges in and spears Steve. He grabs him around the head. HIGH RISK HEADLOCK INTO A NEARBY STORAGE LOCKER!! Steve is out cold. Justin covers and gets ...... No count. He glances around for a referee, but none has materialized. Justin pounds the floor 1...2....3....4.....5... then gets up and stares at Texpress ~~~
Chad: Umm.... Pretty sure he's not the DDT champ
Justin: Really? Fuck. Hey... you have five bucks I can have? I need to get back to the office, but I really could use a cappuccino
~~~ Chad starts to grab his wallet, but Zane stops him and they walk into the OOWF Training center. Yep, it's FADE time...~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 20:18:56 GMT -5
*Alexander Darling walks past Justin Sane into Stank's inner office.*
Stank - Alex.
AD - Stank.
Stank - I was just about to wrap up here. What do you need?
AD - We had talked quietly about creative control.
Stank - That's not happening. Are you going to walk too?
AD - Too?
Stank - Davin is leaving the company.
AD - Wow. Why do you look upset about it?
*Stank glares at Alex.*
Stank - It's just a waste.
AD - It's a blessing. There was a time I thought you'd be the first to kick Davin out and slam the door behind him.
Stank - Even back then I wouldn't have done that.
AD - Wow, two shockers in less than 20 seconds. I don't know what to say.
Stank - Switching topics, we'll get into the details later, but other than your request for creative control, your contract is comparable to your old one. Your recent World Title run and your prominent angle with Davin has kept you at the same payscale. I had to move some shit around to achieve that. You might have to pay out of pocket for some of the perks you enjoy in the Darling suites, but nothing too-
AD - It's cool Stank. I'm good.
Stank - ... ... Good. We'll talk more about it later. Right now I need a drink.
AD - Don't let me stop you.
*Stank gathers a stack of papers and drops them in a briefcase. Alex exits his office while Stank hangs back a bit, shutting off the lights. He closes the blinds to the window and exits his inner office.*
Stank - Justin, this is getting tiresome.
JS - Liquid Plumber didn't work.
Stank -
JS - Lemme borrow three fifty for some rubber gloves.
Stank - Day is over Justin. Go wherever it is you go.
JS - Your couch?
Stank - No.
JS -
Stank -
JS -
Stank - Fine. My couch.
JS - ALLLRIIIIIIIGHT!
*Stank drops his chin to his chest.*
Stank - I'm going to get a hotel.
JS - You want me to book that for you?
Stank - No... I will find one myself. You enjoy the couch in my locker room.
JS - I like the one in your office better.
Stank - I don't have a couch in my office.
JS - Do you want a couch in your office?
Stank - No you mohawked freak. I want you to stop acting like you work for me.
JS - I'll get you a couch instead.
Stank -
JS -
Stank -
JS - Can I sleep on it once it gets here?
Stank - I'm leaving now.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 20:19:48 GMT -5
*Fade in* to The OOWF World Tag Team Champions The Brass Knuckle Kings -- Eric O'Mac & Bryce Larson -- watching OOWF-TV and seeing what transpired between Davin Moreland and management.
BL: Holy shit, rewind that back.
EOM: I know!
EOM starts rewinding the DVR, but seems to be looking for a certain spot--unbeknownst to BL.
BL: Yeah, I mean can you believe it. Davin Moreland--the legendary Davin Moreland--is gone?
EOM: What?
BL: Isn't that we're talking about? He can go to TNA for less dates and less travel. He's out.
EOM: Oh, that. Yeah, I caught that, but that's not what I was surprised at.
BL: ...
EOM: See, this!
EOM: He put someone over on the way out! Us!
BL: I think you're missing the bigger picture here. One of the best ever is gone.
EOM: [Points to the TV.] Right, "One Of." [Points to self.] Not "The."
BL: I like your thinking. That's why I'm your partner.
EOM: But if Davin's gone, then there's only one thing to do. Lauren...
BL: Fruit basket?
EOM: Nope.
BL: Pineapple shipment?
EOM: Nope.
BL: Then what?
Lauren Phoenix: [Arriving behind the cough they're sitting on together--the middle seat is vacant (NO HOMO!).] What...fruit basket?
EOM: No.
LP: Pineapp--
EOM: No!
LP: What?
EOM: Do you have a vendor that can ship a goat?
*Fade out*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 8, 2011 20:23:47 GMT -5
<Stank is walking down the hall when Moose steps out of the shadows>
MHJ: Well?
Sta: Well what?
MHJ: Come on Stank, I saw the promos, you're pissed.
Sta: <sighing> I'm not pissed, I'm.............I don't know, disappointed?
MHJ: With what?
Sta: Davin. He just left
MHJ: Fuck him. And beside, do you REALLY think that prima donna fuck is really gone?
Sta: Moose he sounded pretty serious
MHJ: Again, fuck him. You know damn well he isn't going anywhere. He will go somewhere and pout, then he will come back and attack me. Panderman will not be gone long
Sta: I don't know
MHJ: Trust me. He has wanted this feud. He has been pushing it for YEARS. I finally called his bluff, and that overrated fuck ran. Its all about attention. "Look at me, it's all about me. Me, me, me." Davin would not pass up the chance to be the one to try and bleed Moosehead Jack dry, then pander to the fans some more about he is supposedly the greatest of all time. He will be back.
Sta: And if he's not?
MHJ: Then fuck him. Come on, I'll buy you a drink. You'll see, Davin will probably already be at the bar dressed as a gringo or something, full on poncho and sombrero and attack me while telling everyone how great he is.
<Stank shakes his head and they leave>
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