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Post by BookerShark on May 9, 2011 3:39:16 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams returns to the arena and enters Regicide’s locker room, where Tytan is watching tape of Texpress.**
T: “Any luck?”
LDW: “Doesn’t look good.”
T: “At least you tried.”
LDW: “Yeah.”
T: “You know, if Stank doesn’t come back, I’ll understand if you want to-”
LDW: “No.”
T: “You’ve held the title before.”
LDW: “We made an agreement to focus on the tag titles. That’s what we’re going to do.”
T: “If Juni keeps going in this direction, we may not have a choice.”
LDW: <sighs> “I know.”
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:10:30 GMT -5
We come back up in the Destroyatorium, El Lobo and DVD are sitting at a table watching OOWF TV. Danny is over at the bar, and Jack and DH have moved on for the moment. El Lobo sets down his drink and shakes his head in mild surprise.
El Lobo: I can not believe that the World Champion would walk away.
DVD: It is not entirely unsurprising.
El Lobo looks shocked at this.
El Lobo: Elaborate.
DVD: You know how you keep hearing people say they want to avoid another war, because they believe the company can't survive it?
El Lobo: Yes, that phrase has been used a bit lately.
DVD: Look back at the history...Brass Knuckle Kings, Trinity, Valor, Devils, Sanctum, The Five, D&D, Run DEA, The Establishment. History has shown time and again that somegroup or another will band together to try and accomplish goals. Whether those goals are "good" or "bad" really depends on which side of the group you are on.
El Lobo: Yes, the victors do tend to write the history books.
DVD: Exactly. However, the one thing that remains constant, is the OOWF. It is stronger than it is given credit for. Seven years ago many said it would not last, but it has and not only that, but it has thrived. Wars have come, and wars have gone, and wars will come again. The OOWF will remain. When you here someone say "the OOWF can't survive another war", what they really mean is "I don't know if I can survive another war".
El Lobo: You think that is the case for Stank.
DVD: I won't pretend to speak for the man, or what is going on in his head, but less than a year ago, he was more than willing to go to war to see this place burn to the ground. He had a passion, and fire, much like yourself.
El Lobo: Myself?
DVD: Yes, you. I saw how you stepped up to Ecosystem and demanded a fair fight from him. That took guts, and passion. A lot of people wouldn't have done that.
El Lobo: It is what I believe was the right thing to do.
DVD: And that is what it is all about. Doing what you think is right. Finding the passion to keep going on. You either do that and thrive, or (he motions to the tv) you decide that you've had enough.
DVD motions to Danny, who reaches under the bar for something. Danny walks over and lays an object on the table, and we see that it is a scalpel.
DVD: I look at this and I am reminded of Stanks words from earlier. He said that what happened at Mayhem was just part of the buisness. That is some nice revisionist history from him.
El Lobo: Revisionist?
DVD: Drink and Desroy did something a lot of folks didn't think we could. We stepped into the ring with two current champios, and another former world champ, and we won. Now it could have gone either way, and who's to say on another night it might not. But on that night we where the better team. It was not because of interference, or bad referees or any other reason for excuse. On that night we where simply the better team. Now when that happened against you and the Texans, what did you do?
El Lobo: I shook your hands, and looked forward to my next chance against you.
DVD: Exactly, but that is never good enough for Moose. He was once again ready to cross a line, just as he has before.
Danny rubs the scars on his neck, reminded of earlier altercations.
DVD: He would have taken a scalpel just like this one and easily used it to injure, or cripple Jack or DH or Danny. And who was going to stop him? Stank, Fulton, of course not. They are more than willing to look the other way as long as what is happening does not effect them. If Moose wants to put someone on the shelf after the match is over, it's no concern to them. And where was security? Is it not there job to prevent situations like that from happening? But no, they are too busy making sure no one bothers our illustrious GM.
El Lobo: And new world champ.
DVD (disgustedly) : Don't remind me. No, the person who came out to stop him was Sparxx. That was unexpected. Some will say he only came out to get at Stank, but if that is the case, why not go directly at Stank? Why come after Moose at all? I would like to think, he did it because he thought it was the right thing to do.
El Lobo: And your attack on Moose?
DVD: Sparxx helped us, we helped him. It may not have been a popular action, but to us it was the right thing to do. I keep hearing others say that we are trying to be the sherifs of the OOWF, and they are missing the point. We are not trying to save the OOWF, we just are following our hearts, our passions.
El Lobo: Doing what you believe is right, regardless of the potenitall backlash towards yourselves?
Danny nods in agreement points at Lobo, and then holds up one finger.
DVD: Yeah. You got it in one. This is about finding you passion, and for me and Danny, it means putting on the best possible matches, striving to capture and hold any titles we can, and most importantly standing up for ourselves and not backing down from any challenge wether in the ring or out. Each and every person on this roster either has to find that passion, or .....(DVD motions to where coverage of Stank walking away continues to play on the TV) you leave.
El Lobo picks up his drink, silently contemplating DVD's words. DVD and DDT join him as the scene fades.
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:11:38 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Destroyatorium, where we find El Lobo Sangriento DRINKING~! with D&D…
ELS: I gotta say, you make a ton of sense, Vic. I’ve got your back 100%.
DVD: If we don’t do the right thing around here, who will?
ELS: Exactly. Management’s unstable in a few different ways. They can’t control this situation. I think Stank quitting actually added fuel to the fire. There is one good thing to come out of his leaving, though.
DVD: Oh yeah? What’s that?
ELS: My match this week just became a match against the World Champ. Raises the stakes even higher for me. Beating Eco would have looked good on my resume. Beating World Champion Eco? I’m telling you, man, big things lie ahead for the Lobo.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:12:39 GMT -5
*Stank is driving the cab, trying to find his way to the airport. He is on his phone as he drives.*
Stank - No mom. I have a few more things to take care of... ... .... ...
... ...
.... I wish you wouldn't do that. ... ..
... ... .... I did.... ... yes I did... .... what's that got to do with anything?...
... .... .... .. oh really? ... .. ...okay.
.... I can't find the blasted airport and NO ONE around here has given me the right directions, and I CAN'T work this BLASTED GPS!.. ..... FUCK MOM what you WANT me to-... I'm sorry... I'M SORRY! ... ..
... who? ... ... ... MARIO? How the FUCK did Mario-...
.... No... NO!... DON'T you DARE put MARIO on the PH- HAAAAAAAAAAAAAY Mario... ... ... ... Mama mia, indeed... yes...
......
... .... ...yes the cruel meatball of war has a-rolled onto our laps, and a-ruined our white pants of peace, yes... ... .. what? . ... . ... I don't care... .... ... I don't care... .. I don't care.. .. ... I don't care... ... ... I don't care... ... I don't care... ... .. ... ...I don't care.... ... .... .. . I don't care...
... sure, put mom back on the phone... Mom?... What the Hell is Mario doing there?... ... ... ... .. .. uh huh.. .. ... uh huh... ... well tell Juni- OH SHIT!
*The Soyo police have pulled up behind Stank with flashing lights and sirens blaring!*
Stank - Sorry mom, I gotta go... ...
... because I'm about to get arrested.. ... .... Because I'm in what is likely a stolen cab and thanks to LD, I don't have a passport... ... ..
I KNOW, MOM!.. ... ... I didn't exactly think it all the way through!
... ... .... No that is not like me... ... I'm pulling over... .. No I'll figure a way out of this...
..I GOTTA GO!... Love you, too...
*Stank ends the call. The cops pull up behind him and exit their vehicle with their hands on their firearms. Stank rolls down the window.*
Stank - Is there a problem, officer?
*The officer says something in Portugese which Stank would have understood if the officer hadn't mumbled it under his breath. The officer then continues in broken English.*
Officer - You drive with phone in hand.
Stank - Oh I'm sorry sir. It won't happen ag-
Officer - Your papers.
Stank - I...
*Stank hands the officer his passport, hoping LD was just kidding about it being revoked. The second officer asks Stank in Portugese...*
Officer 2 - [Why are you driving a cab?]
Stank - Here we go.
Officer 1 - Your Portuguese is good.
Stank - Thanks.
Officer 1 - [Your lies...? ... not so much.]
Stank - Officer, I can explain.
Officer 1 - Etapa fora do veículo, agora!
*Stank does as he is told and steps out of the vehicle. He quickly finds himself in cuffs and being pulled by both officers toward their vehicle.*
Stank - Officers I can explain all of this.
Officer 1 - Save it for Judgement.
Stank - Judgement?
Officer 1 - You know this word, yes? [The court will decide your fate. Your passport has been revoked. We got word you were trying to flee the country.]
Stank - Fuck me.
Officer 1 - I do not think so.
Stank - No, I...
Officer 2 - Demasiado mau. Eu amaria prestar atencao.
Stank - Dear God.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:14:03 GMT -5
<J-P Sparxx is limping down the hall with Jewell>
JPS: I got dis. Stankapotamus decided to run scurred rather than face me and that fool Moosehead Jackass' punk ass won't face me one on one, gotta hit me from behind n'shit
Jewel: Yeah baby, you are the HOTTEST thing in the OOWF right now you gon' be the NEXT OOWF world heavyweight champion
JPS: You got that righ.......
<Before Sparxx can finish Moose steps into the hallway. Sparxx snarls and charges - as best he can - toward Moose and swings, but Moose ducks, grabs HDB and SLAMS Sparxx on the back of his recently injured knee sending him to the floor. Moose grabs Sparxx and starts to pull him up and Jewel grabs Moose's hair from behind and tries to pull him off of Sparxx. Moose turns around and snarls and BLASTS Jewel with a heartpunch. She falls to the floor, Moose turns around and Sparxx lunges at him and grabs Moose around the waist, but Moose PLANTS him on the floor with a DDT. Moose grabs HDB and slams it down on Sparxx's knee a few times then stops and stares down at him>
MHJ: Sparxx.......the first time was because you pissed me off. This time, I just don't fucking like you.
<Moose turns and looks at the camera and gets a deranged look in his eyes>
MHJ: Alex? Jack? DH? Danny? You want to play hero? Here I am. Come get me. I am not hard to find. Stank is gone. LD and Tytan want to win the tag titles. And Fulton.......do you see Fulton here? Come on boys. Come get some revenge. Come get some vengeance. Come on and attack me you cowardly fucks.
See, when I attack someone, its because I don't fucking like them and I want to hurt them. I have never lied about it. But you? All of you? You fucking all hate me, and I fucking know it. But you lie about it, you hide behind doing something morally right. <mock whining tone> ohhh he attacked my partner! I had to do it! Ohhhhh, we were watching Sparxx's back! We are going to do what is RIGHT!
Well fuck you all. You are all frauds. You all fucking hate me, and you want me gone. You want me to suffer as much as I made you all suffer over the years. So come on Little Alex, come on Jack, come on DH, come on Danny you mute fuck. I am not hard to find. Come stop Moosehead Jack
I fucking dare you.
<Moose turns around and slams HDB into Sparxx's knee one more time, then walks down the hall laughing>
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:14:45 GMT -5
FADE to a seedy bar (is there really any other kind in Angola?) in Soyo. Heck, this could be the one LD and Stank were at.
Sitting at a table near the back is OOWF Intercontinental Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton and his attaché, Martha Rodriguez. Nearby are the hired "company men" Rodriguez brought with from Columbia. The INC, who can't get close because of the Columbians, is shooting video from across the room. There's a lot of background noise and other people passing back and forth across the shot.
MR: "Did you see the latest on OOWF-TV?"
SF: "I did. Didn't see it coming either. You think he could have gotten his friends together and talked about it."
MR: "It was probably a spur of the moment action."
SF: "More than likely not. I'm not too sure Stank does anything on the spur of the moment. He's got everything planned out many moves in advance usually."
MR: "People change, Stan. So do we try to stop him?"
SF: "No. LD and Davin have made their attempt. It's all on Stank now. I suppose we could try to bail him out. Why would LD make Stank's life even harder than it is. That's not like him."
MR: "His mother killed your manager."
SF: ". . ."
MR: ". . ."
SF: "You've got a point. Alright. Get what spare funds we have together and see if we have enough to bail Stank out. If not, book me an appointment ASAP with Eco. Maybe I can convince him to get the company to help. Though I suppose Stank isn't an employee any longer."
MR: "I'll do what I can."
SF: "And even if we have enough on our own, make that appointment with Eco. If Stank is done and Juni is going to make himself World Champion, it's high time I challenge for that title. As the default number one contender, and someone who's recently beat Juni for a title, I suppose I can do it again."
MR: "I should have an answer in a couple of hours."
Rodriguez flips open a cell phone and starts making phone calls. Fulton notices the ninja-cam (how? not a very good ninja I guess) across the room and directs the following comments directly to the camera.
SF: "Stank, I hope you see this somehow. I'd be disappointed if you left the OOWF. I, however, won't try to change your mind. Do what you think needs to be done. Either way, I have your back, friend.
"And Muyo-san? Don't put that faceplate on with anything permanent. I'll be taking it off the same way I took your face off my Intercontinental title.
"See ya soon."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:15:25 GMT -5
We fade back into the Destroyatorium, DVD and El Lobo are watching OOWF TV, and see Moosehead Jack's newest act of petty violence. DVD shakes his head in slight disgust, and Lobo nearly spits his beer out in shock.
El Lobo: Did he really?
DVD: Don't be surprised, that is Moose for you. Whenever he's threatened he goes for the easy target. He could have came after Danny or Jack or DH, but no, he goes for the guy who has allready been jumped twice in as many days. Come on we need to go find a trainer and check on Sparxx and Jewell.
El Lobo: What about Moose, he sent out a challenge to you?
DVD: I believe that is allready being handled.
Lobo looks around the room and finally realises that Danny Taylor is nowhere to be seen.
We get a fadeaway cut, and find ourselves in the Darling lockerroom, where Alexander and Firewoman are deep in discussion. Suddenly the door is nearly kicked off it's hinges. Both quickly jump to their feet taking up defensive positions, when they see Danny storm into the room.
Alexander: Little bit of a dramatic entrance don't you think Danny?
DDT ignores him and walks towards Firewoman, from the corner of his eye he sees the ruined TV, and shakes his head. He makes a motion for Fire to follow him.
Firewoman: Look, I'm the commisioner, I don't have to take instructions from y...
Fire is cut off as Danny swings his head back around to glare at her, and for the first time, his eyes are not filled with forgiveness or understanding, but with pure anger. This shocks Fire into momentary silence. Again Danny motions for her to follow him, and this time she does. They head into the hallway, and Danny grabs a production set and turns it to OOWF TV. They show the replay of Moose attacking Sparxx. Fire's shoulders visibly slump.
Firewoman: Oh Moose. Look I'll talk to him, just don't do anything rash.
Danny holds up his hands stopping Fire from continuing. He points at Fire, and then points at Moose on the screen. He holds up one finger. Then he shakes his head no, and jabs his thumb into his own chest and points at Moose. Danny then crosses his arms and makes no motion, simply staring at Fire waiting to see her response. At this point Alexander makes his way over seeing the attack on the screen, but says nothing, mearly looking to see what Fire will do.
FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:16:58 GMT -5
Firewoman has recovered from being uncharacteristically affected by Danny’s actions and is now her normal self.
FW: Danny, it has not been a good couple of days. You don’t want to poke this particular beast. I do not need you to tell me how to deal with my brother or how to do my job. I will tell you that you attack my brother one more time, and you will regret it. Now go run along and tell your partners that.
Danny glares at her but nods and leaves. Fire turns back into the room and grabs the pool cue. Before she leaves, she points it at Alex
FW : That goes for you, too.
Before he can answer she leaves and makes a bee-line for Moose.
FW: Really?
MHJ: So…you’re going to attack me with that?
FW: If I feel like it.
MHJ: You know… just save your breath. I don’t need another stern talking to that doesn't really mean anything because we have done backstage attacks in the OOWF for 7 years now and no one has said a word, but suddenly D&D and Alex have decided that they are "heinous."
FW: That was before, when Rick was running things and didn’t seem to care what was happening as long as everyone was ready to go before show time.
MHJ: What, and now look who’s running things? Stank? He quit, Fire. Eco? He’s barely functioning. That leaves YOU as the new sheriff in town, which is laughable because half the locker room still hates you for your time with Trinity, and the other half hates you for everything else.
FW : So much for being proud of me.
MHJ: It’s not that, Fire….
FW: Look….you keep putting me in the middle on this, and you will be on the losing end. Trust me.
MHJ: Fine. That’ll sparkle just nicely with me.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:17:53 GMT -5
*Somewhere in Angola*
Instead of heading back to the Darling Locker Room, a frustrated Alexander Darling heads to the parking garage and grabs the keys for one of the OOWF rental cars. Luckily these are top of the line cars and they come furnished with full functioning internet and video capabilities. Alexander searches for OOWF-TV and reviews the recent happenings when he pauses the screen on Stank's arrest and just shakes his head. He takes a deep breath and peels out of the parking lot.
-----Time Shift-----
*Angola Jail*
Alexander is talking to the bailiff or local sheriff or whatever they're called in Angola and he nods as he slides a very thick envelope across the table. The constable looks inside the envelope and nods to one on his deputies. The deputy heads to the cells and a few moments later, one Lucas Mann aka Stank is walking out. He looks around the small office and doesn't notice any reason for his being let out but just nods and grabs his belongings before heading outside. As he takes in a deep breath of fresh air, he looks around realizing he has no idea how to get to the airport or wherever.
Alexander: You look confused, Sta...actually since you quit I suppose I should call you Lucas.
Sta...Lucas: What the fuck are you doing here?
Alexander: That's the gratitude I get for bribing your way out of jail?
Lucas: I didn't ask you...
Alexander: I know you didn't. I would never expect you to ask anyone for help. The big, bad Stank can't ask anyone for help.
Lucas: Whether or not that's accurate, I sure as hell wouldn't ask you. I remember the last time I asked you...
Alexander: That's right, innocent Stank got turned on by Run DEA and it damn near ruined his faith in humanity.
Lucas: I never said that. But the fact remains that you and your sister stabbed me in the back.
Alexander: That's what I don't understand Lucas...we didn't stab anyone in the back. Davin, Chad, Zane...you want to say they stabbed you in the back I get that. They were some of the heroes of that story. But Alexis, Fire, and myself...back then, we never hid who we were. We came into this company with guns blazing and we didn't care who got in our way. Fire did her thing and didn't back down from any challenges in those early days. I came in here and went right after the supposed most vicious man in the company. My intentions from the start were clear, they were to look out for DEA and DEA only. It just so happened that those first few months here that OUR goals were one and the same. To get rid of Bennett, but you knew who I was and YOU chose to look the other way. YOU chose to turn your back when you knew the knife was coming.
Lucas: So it's my own fault that I got stabbed in the back. Is that what you're trying to say Alex? Well fuck that and fuck you. It's this type of hypocritical bullshit that's making me take my ball and go home and you sure as hell won't be the one to stop me from making that decision.
Alexander: You can keep calling it hypocritical when all it really is, is just facts. You claim this company can't handle another war and I say the wars have never ended, the sides have just changed. We've gone from Eric, Moose, and Cole with the backing of Bennett to Run DEA to The Five and it's been battle after battle. It was probably going on before I got here and it will go on after you leave and even after I leave. Because we all fight for one thing.
Lucas: You can have the title, I left it back there because it doesn't mean enough to fight for.
Alexander: It's not about titles Lucas...it never has been. If it was just about that, we'd wrestle and we'd move on to the next match. It's always been about legacy. It's always been about being the best and putting your name in the annals of history. EVERYONE wants that. Some of us are okay to admit it. Others hide behind violence, others hide behind false bravado...but you, I, Davin, Moose, LD, Eric, Fire and everyone else...even the younger guys like Bryce, Chris, JP, Danny, Stan, and Matt it's what we all fight for. THAT is the war Lucas. It's not a war for the OOWF, it's not even a war about power...we both know power comes and goes. Admit it or not, but at the end of the day we want everyone that comes after us to remember our names. To remember what we sacrificed for this business. It's why we remember guys like Steamboat and Savage. Flair and Sting. Backlund and Race.
Lucas... ...
Alexander: You have a choice Lucas. Inside that car, the GPS is set-up to take you directly to the airport and there are tickets on the passenger seat to take you back to the US. I assume you'd be able to handle it from there. Don't worry about customs or passports or anything as it's been handled. The other option you have is to walk the 5 blocks in the opposite direction, get your ass back to the arena, take your belt back from Juni, be a fucking man, and get your ass kicked this week.
Lucas... ...
Alexander walks off and heads back to the arena...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:18:45 GMT -5
Kai plops down on a couch next to his brother Aina. as he watches film while Alexander Darling is out playing Guardian Angel.
Aina: I hear Firewoman gave you a real workout.
Kai: Fo shua, brah.
Aina's phone rings. He takes the call.
Aina: Lani, where you at? Why are you there? So you're really gone? After eriding? Fine.
Aina ends the call abruptly.
Kai: We'll show her.
Aina: Damn straight.
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:20:50 GMT -5
It's been a long week, and the week's not even over.
Don't adjust your television screens. You are looking at a black screen. The darkness has completely enveloped my being, and all you are hearing is my voice.
And who is it you are hearing? Three weeks ago, I would have told you you were listening to the original Brass Knuckle King. Your party host. The sports entertainment God.
Tonight? You are listening to Eric O'Mac.
The past week, a simple Moosehead Jack attack on JP Sparxx sparked so many counter attacks, miscommunications, speeches, betrayls, uncharacteristic qualities, debates, and lead to the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion throwing his belt down and heading out of dodge.
Somewhere along the way, my name has been mentioned among both the good guys and the bad guys. The talk of war has been prevalent among both camps. I've been referred to as a possible instigator.
I guess its true that you can only make a first impression once. My sins of the past are leading to quite a few people being suspicious of me this time around.
Let me be clear: I have zero interest in starting another war. In fact, I have zero interest in being a part of another war. Let me say that again. I have ZERO interest in being a part of another war. I don't plan on taking sides. I don't plan on fighting for the OOWF's survival. I simply don't have it in me.
No one knows what effect war can have on an individual more than me. I had returned to the OOWF after a 10 month sabbatical. I started the OOWF war, not because I had some mission to help the OOWF, but because I wanted to push my name to the top of the OOWF. Yeah, I had a problem with Rick Scaia, but only because he never believed in me as a main eventer. He never wanted to give me a chance. So, I went up, and I took my chance. I started the war. I put myself in prime position to get myself over.
And it worked...sort of.
Sure, I won the Imperial Onslaught, and because of that, I become the World Heavyweight Champion. All because of what I accomplished with the war.
But the scars I obtained during that war ended up pushing me out of the OOWF. Sure, I won a couple of titles, including the big prize, but three months after that, I was out of the OOWF. And it took me 16 months to come back in a wrestling capacity.
Sixteen months. Less than a year after the war, I had to step away and take sixteen months off from the ring.
So yeah, I got what I wanted out of the war. Even though I technically lost the war, I still put myself in a position to succeed. But it came with a price.
So, here we are three years later. I'm a World Tag Team Champion. Yet, for some reason, people think that because I surround myself with allies, I am going to start another war?
Bump that.
For a change, someone needs to be the voice of reason. And the fact that it has to be me shows how messed up this company really is.
Here is how I'm going to fight this war. Not by picking sides. Not by gathering allies. Not by attacking people for no reason. Not by declaring myself to be a champion.
*The lights come on. We see Eric, wearing a white suit, in a completely white room.*
I'm going to do the one thing that I'm paid to do.
I'm going to wrestle.
This Wednesday night, Firewoman and The Flying Hawaiians might be distracted by all of this war talk. Bryce Larson and Matt Folz might be willing to do the same. I don't know. I'm not them, and I'm not going to speak for them.
But I'm going to go back to work. Because I've seen war. I've been in war. And I never want to be a part of war again.
I'm stepping out of the darkness and in doing so, I'll be the OOWF's White Knight. I'll go out and pretend everything is business as usual. And I won't let this talk of war change a thing about how I conduct my business.
My business is winning. Becoming the best. Being the best.
Alex, Drink and Destroy, Firewoman, The Flying Hawaiians, Moose, LD Williams, Tytan, and Stan Fulton can fight whatever war they want to fight. In the end, I, the White Knight, will be the last one standing.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:26:10 GMT -5
Moosehead Jack is walking around the parking garage. Suddenly he hears squealing tires. And it seems to be heading his way.
Moosehead Jack dives out of the way after a Dodge Charger zooms by and would have run him over had he not dove. The car spins around and the driver revs the engine.
Moosehead Jack stands up, stares at the car, and flips him off. The car squeals tires again and zooms forward. Moosehead Jack once again dives out of the way. The car zooms by and spins again. J-P Sparxx gets out of the driver side with a baseball bat, slamming the door behind him. Jewel gets out of the passenger side.
J-PS: You wanna play, bitch?!?! You wanna end ma career? I'll end yos first!!
J-P swings wildly at Moose, but Moose ducks. J-P smashes a pallet with his bat. Moose kicks J-P hard in the knee, causing J-P to crumple to the floor. Moose stands over J-P and is about to grab him when Jewel jumps on his back.
Moose reaches back and grabs Jewel by her weave and flips her hard to the floor. This was just enough distraction for J-P to pick his bat back up and he nails Moose hard in the gut with it. Moose doubles over and J-P slams the bat into his back. Moose crumples to the floor in pain.
J-P slams the bat down to the ground and grabs a sheet of glass. As Moose struggles to his feet, J-P smashes the glass in Moose's face, causing it to shatter in a million pieces. Moose falls back into some pallets with blood pouring down his face.
J-P steps up to him, glass crunching below his boots.
J-PS: Two can play dis game, homie, knowwhatI'msayin'? Bitch. If ya can't hang in da ring, do your worst back here. I can roll too, foo. Ya feel me? Ring or back here, The Spark is gon' git'cha eider way. Bitch.
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 0:27:56 GMT -5
Eric starts to leave as suddenly a slow golf clap is heard from off screen. Eric turns and sees Firewoman standing there, golf clapping, her pool cue resting on her shoulder.
FW: Nice speech, Gandhi. Nice to hear you're all peace, love, and tofu now.
Fire circles Eric, who gives her a very menacing look, before resuming his usual tone.
EoM: Madam Commissioner, you have something to say?
FW: It's very interesting that you mention not taking sides. Alex and I...we tried to not take sides, remember? But you didn't want to honor that, did you. Remember?
EoM: *smiles* Yeah, just like it was yesterday.
FW: Good times.
EoM: So what's the point of you interrupting my--
FW: The point is? There are no innocent bystanders. There is no neutrality. Even Switzerland took the Nazi money, even though they insisted they stay out of it.
EoM: You're seriously comparing me to Switzerland? FW: I seriously want you to think about this, Eric. Who was on the side that won the war? Who helped form RunDEA, The Five, and yes even Trinity, three stables who controlled the whole damn show?
EoM: Lemme guess....you?
FW: Yeah, me. Now, I don't want a war either, but what I learned last time, thanks to you, and the Chickenshit Heels, is that you can't avoid taking sides. You'll be forced to choose.
Firewoman tips her pool cue slightly, so it knocks Eric's white hat off.
FW: Choose wisely.
Firewoman smiles and walks away. Eric turns, picks up his hat and dusts it off, glaring in her general direction.
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 1:12:59 GMT -5
Eric: Hey, Fire.
*Firewoman turns around to see Eric put his hat back on. We see a glimpse of his brass knuckles on his hands.*
Eric: It's funny you mention your time in Trinity. I'm sure you remember - or do you? - what you did to me. But you see, after it was all said and done, you wanted everyone to forgive you for your actions.
So, let it be known here, Firewoman, that I finally forgive you for your past transgressions.
*Eric takes a step up to Firewoman and the much shorter Firewoman looks up to Eric as they go face to face.*
Eric: But don't make another mistake. Don't make the same mistake I made during the first war. Because I won't forgive you for that one.
*Eric smiles his pearly whites.*
Eric: I'm not here to fight another war. I'm here to win championships, set records, and win matches. And Wednesday night, we have a match. Just because I'm willing to stay neutral outside of the ring, doesn't mean I won't have a problem knocking you out with these when we're in the ring together.
*Eric holds up his brass knuckles.*
Eric: You tell me to choose wisely? I'm telling you the same thing. Make the wise choice and leave me out of this. Because despite my past reputation - I will be the OOWF's White Knight and nothing you say will change that.
*Eric and Firewoman stare at each other. Eric tips his hat to Firewoman.*
Eric: Have a good night, Firewoman. And good luck this week in the ring - you will need it.
*Eric and Firewoman go their separate ways. Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 1:13:39 GMT -5
*Davin is in handcuffs and Samantha is sitting on him while Moonbeam and Shawn are watching the door so he can't leave*
DM: Ok, seriously, just let me go.
SDM: Why?
DM: BECAUSE GO FUCK YOURSELF, THAT'S WHY!
OGMSJ: That's no way to talk to your wife.
DM: That's no way to talk to your employer. You're fired.
OGMSJ: Yeah, right.
SFJ420: Davin, man, just relax.
DM: Ok...Frankie says YOU'RE FIRED TOO!
SFJ420: Yeah, right. And who the fuck is Frankie, man?
SDM: I'll tell you later.
DM: Seriously, let me go.
SDM: No. You're not getting suspended again.
DM: Who the fuck cares? So I'm suspended, so fucking what? Suspend me? I'M ALREADY SUSPENDED!
SDM: Besides, he's handling it.
DM: Of course he's handling it. THAT IS NOT THE POINT! The point IS that I should be helping him, and I'm not, because he's being attacked because of ME because Moose is too big of a chickenshit to face me.
SDM: Well, you're not getting suspended, because I'm sick of being your Sugar Mama.
DM: Yeah, right.
SDM: Sorry, who's got a paycheck?
DM: Not you.
SDM: Ok, technically yes, but-
DM: As far as the government's concerned, you're a housewife. Want it to stay that way? LET. ME. GO!
SDM: Ok, just to be clear for later, was that a "I'm going to divorce you" threat or a "I'm reporting you to the IRS threat"?
DM: FUCKING LET ME GO!
SDM: So both. Now honey, don't say things you don't mean.
DM: Fine. I won't.
SDM: Good.
DM: So I mean this when I say GET THE FUCK OFF ME TAKE THESE OFF GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY AND LET ME KICK HIS ASS!
SDM: Your Quinn is showing.
DM: Fuck you.
SFJ420: Davin, man, watch OOWF-TV. Eric's on.
DM: *sighs* He could be so great if he wanted to. I mean, pantheon great.
DM: Why the fuck aren't we best friends?
SDM: Because he's a whack job and disappears for years at a time?
DM: He's stuck around pretty well this last time.
SDM: I guess you're right.
DM: I mean, we both love fruit. We both love MarioKart. And most importantly, he started the last war and I fucking finished it.
OGMSJ: Remember the paper pass? That was cool.
DM: And it's interesting. He doesn't want any part of a war. Neither do I. Your brother's on a crusade with the Mute to stop this imagined "New Five" which has no chance of happening. I mean, you think anyone's going to align with Moose right now? Really? I mean, they'll be pals or whatever, but there's no stable. There's no stable anywhere.
SDM: So far.
DM: No Sam, doesn't have to happen. At. All. Somewhere along the line, OOWF has changed. A lot. It used to be "Cut good promos, kick ass in the ring, beat the best of the best, win titles, establish your legacy". Now it's "Let's choose up sides for fucking Red Rover". It's so counter-productive and unnecessary. It makes us seem like an Eco.
SDM: Clever. Folks, he's made the word "Eco" analogous to "joke", playing off a promo Eco had a couple years ago in which he wrote "I am not a joke" like 500 times in bigger and bigger font. Clever? Yes. Esoteric? Yes. Funny? Fuck yes.
DM: How grand?
SDM: SO GRAND!
DM: Davin's gon' gitcha, Jackie. KnowwhatImsayin'?
OGMSJ: Yikes.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 15:55:46 GMT -5
We’re in the suite IQ has rented for the event again. State of the art fitness equipment, computers and video equipment are all around, as are a hot tub, two sofas, and a small bench and locker in the corner. Psykle is alone in the hot tub, when there’s a knock at the door.
Psykle: Come in!
SFJ13 walks in wearing a bathrobe.
SFJ13: Thought you could use some company.
SFJ13 drops the bathrobe to show she’s wearing a small bikini, and climbs in to the hot tub with Psykle.
Psykle: I really should be training, Sandra…
SFJ13: But wouldn’t this feel better?
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 16:28:10 GMT -5
Firewoman sits in her office. Pool cue props against the wall, being her new favorite toy. Samantha Darling-Moreland comes in carrying a Very Large Purse. She sits down placing the Very Large Purse on her lap.
FW: Well?
SDM: He's contained for now.
FW: Oh....Sheehan.
SDM: Huh?
FW: The Sheehans were the crazy ones. He's got no Quinn.
SDM: Oh....right...the Quinns weren't crazy?
FW: Oh yeah...Moose and I got a double dose. Still....
SDM: Right, well....*sigh* your brother....
Fw: I know....and your husband....
SDM: I know, right?
FW: So, since he won't talk to me, let him know he's got his empty arena match. PPV after next.
SDM: Really? Wait...why.....
FW: Because it'll pop buy rates.
SDM: Uh huh...can't have anything to do with getting even with Davin for YOUR empty arena match where he beat you, huh?
FW: When was that?
SDM: Seriously? September 16, 2009.
FW: Oh...okay, yeah. No, if I wanted that, I'd challenge him myself.
SDM: You seriously forgot....
FW: Why does that surprise you.
SDM: Good point. So.....ooooooooh.....It's about Moose.
FW: Huh?
SDM: Yeah...he doesn't want to do it, but you finally get the opportunity to pull rank and make him do it. Awesome.
FW: What? No...it's about--
SDM: "Buy rates." Got it.
FW: Whatever...just let him know.
SDM: Will do. Later, sis.
FW: Really?
SDM: Yeah...doesn't quite fit.
FW: ...
SDM: ...
FW: Something else?
SDM: No, just....you look good is all. Job suits you.
FW: Thanks, I think.
SDM: Feeling better?
FW: Eh, the water here is fucked. I keep telling Justin to use bottled water to make the coffee, but I think he's not doing it. I dunno, I'm just exhausted.
SDM: Well *she gets up slowly* Be careful. Two jobs....
FW: Whatever...let me know if he needs anything else.
Samantha nods and leaves.
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 19:21:19 GMT -5
Eco is standing atop some kind of rooftop, World Championship Belt over the shoulder.
Eco: You know, Lobo, you should go to the OOWF tapes and watch the promo Davin is referring to. I think you'd find a lot to like in it. Here, let me give you the money shot:
Eco: Davin likes to focus on the screaming, but there's something there even before the screaming. There's the joy in being in control, obviously. But there's something plaintive, something needy, something I don't like to hear. The man screaming in that promo doesn't simply want to be in control...he wants people to acknowledge it and respect him...or at least recognize his power.
But it's occurred to me since then...you don't need people's respect, you don't need people to regard you as powerful. Because once you're pulling the strings, people have to react to you...and that's enough. Doesn't matter if they acknowledge it. it doesn't matter if Firewoman walks around thinking she's in charge, or if Moose thinks he's an invincible monster, or if Alexander Darling thinks a war is coming to this company. Other people's perceptions of reality no longer matter to me.
You see, it's the best line from Death of a Salesman, suddenly read frightfully literally: "Attention Must Be Paid." When I act, Attention Must Be Paid, whether you acknowledge it or not. I simply pick up the World Championship, call it mine...and everyone's world changes.
Your problem, Lobo, is that you don't believe I can bring it in the ring. You think I'm all smoke and mirrors, awarding myself belts I could never win. Let me remind you that the ONLY reason my former corporate champion holds the longest World Title reign in OOWF history was because I took it upon myself to take the great Poe down before he easily surpassed his record. I called my shot a month ahead of time, I got my match, and I pinned him in my first try: 1...2...3. Did he get the belt back? Yes, yes he did. But time passed since then...and one of us is gone...and one of us is still here. You can scoff at my Grand Slam circumstances all you like...but there's a reason I'm a Hall of Famer, Lobo.
My name is Junichiro Muyo.
And now...the joke's on you.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 19:59:16 GMT -5
*Fade in to the OOWF locker room in the newly constructed Soyo Open Air Soccer Stadium, where we find El Lobo Sangriento REACTING~! to CEO Ecosystem's latest promo...
ELS: Look. I really appreciate the effort, but I'm not here to read history, Eco. I'm here to make it.
ELS: And your problem, Eco, is that you continue to hide behind your desk and refuse to bring it in the ring. I know you've paid your dues. I know you're one of the all-time greats. I respect your abilities. Or I did, at least. You say you can beat me, and maybe that was true once, but now? Now all I see is a guy who's been around so long that he's bored. Nothing left to do to entertain yourself but abuse your power and screw opponents out of wins, eh? Well, I've challenged you to a fair fight, and you've accepted. Now there's nothing left to do but see if you're man enough to live up to your word.
ELS: So, let's see if you can actually bring it tomorrow. If not for yourself, then at least for the ratings. We owe it to the fans, right?
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 21:18:59 GMT -5
IQ is alone in his room at the hotel. On one TV he has OOWF TV playing, on another he has CNBC playing, watching the stock market, and noticing the steady increase of the stock of IQ Industries International (NYSE: IQII). He goes to his laptop, makes a few keystrokes, and looks over at the OOWF TV, which is replaying the incident with Psykle, SFJ13 and the hot tub from earlier. IQ picks up his phone and makes a call.
IQ: It’s me. Yes. Going exactly according to plan. His focus is being changed. Yup, just like I said. I told you she’d play ball.
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 10, 2011 21:20:06 GMT -5
Cut to Davin Moreland WALKING! down the Hallway of Random Encounters, when he's suddenly hit in his bad knee with a Kendo Stick. The camera pans up to a smirking Matt Folz standing over him.
MF: Just so we're clear, just because you're friends with my boss doesn't mean I suddenly like your retarded ass.
DM: Well well, look who's finally showing some balls. You're aware this dosen't make you any less of a fra.... (Suddenly hit hard in the back then the ribs)
MF: Stay the fuck down there and, for once in your fucking life, shut the hell up. Team Ambien huh? Fuckthatguy? Kiss my ass, you overrated piece of shit, you only WISH you were half the wrestler I am. (Striking Davin twice more in his injured knee, smiling as he hears Moreland screaming in pain) Even If I wasn't getting paid for this, you've had this coming for a LONG damn time. The only reason I'm not trying to end your career is because the guy who hired me wants to do it himself next week. But, if by some miracle you do survive, I'll be waiting. I'd love to embarrass you right in the middle of the ring.
Folz spots Moreland's IWA-MS tag title belt and smiles. Hitting Moreland full force in the face with it before setting it on the ground and piledriving him onto it. Walking away smiling as we FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 12, 2011 8:57:06 GMT -5
*Stank is sitting in the transportation Alexander Darling provided for him. He puts the car in drive and continues down a dark road veering away from the airport. It's midnight and he has been driving around for hours thinking... simply thinking. His headlights catch a man standing in the middle of the road up ahead. Stank drives up slowly, illuminating the individual fully. The man looks beat up. He has a bandage around his left hand and wrist. His red, stringy hair obscures a bandage on his forehead until the individual reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a lighter. The man lights a cigar and takes two puffs as he drops the lighter back into his jacket pocket. Stank brings his car to a stop, and keeps the headlights shined on the man. Stank exits the vehicle and walks around to the front, the night breeze blowing the man's red hair as he watches the big man approach. The man reaches into his Jacket pocket and pulls out another cigar. He hands it to Stank.*
Stank - Moose.
MHJ - Stank.
*Stank leans down as Moose lights his cigar. Stank takes it in and exhales a cloud of smoke.*
Stank - What are you doing out here?
MHJ - I could ask you the same.
Stank - Man I don't even know anymore. The airport is about a mile and half in the opposite direction. All I got to do is drive there and use the tickets Alex gave me to get the hell out of dodge. Those idiots back at the OOWF are hell bent on destroying themselves. I am not about to be part of a wrestling fed's collapse. I did not sign up for that shit.
MHJ - The OOWF survived The War, Stank.
Stank - Barely, but I've been through this before in Mexico. Senor Mendoza drove that fed into the ground. He started doing crazy shit just like Juni is starting to do now. Soon the inmates were running the asylum, taking liberties they did not have. Thinking they could run the company better than management. There were death threats... one of us was murdered though the police couldn't or wouldn't prove it. Soon the Peso lost it's value and the company was already in such a vulnerable state... well the UWA collapsed under the pressure and was forced to close its doors.
It's starting to happen at the OOWF and I... I'm sick of pissing in the wind. I'm tired of the bullshit. The idiots think I'm talking about backstage attacks and feuds between factions and individuals when I talk of war. Sure those can be considered wars like the Falkland island war, The war in Iraq, The war on Terror. I'm not talking about that shit. I'm talking about The War. The company wide war that nearly ripped the OOWF apart. It was glorious. It was terrible. It was something I do not care to relive.
The perfect storm of fucked up situations exist to reignite THE war. Juni runs the company and is a lunatic... or IS he? You and Davin going batshit insane on one another, Drink & Destroy declaring themselves the law in a misguided attempt to turn the OOWF into something it is not, and Alex... just outright calling for war. I'm not against violence, or backstage attacks, or hatred in or out of the ring, really. I'm not against those things. I'm not against wars between factions, or wars declared between individuals... What I'm against is the breaking of the order.
The chaos of the OOWF is ordered. It doesn't matter if you believe it, or not. Ordered chaos does not require us to believe it. I'm probably not making sense to you, Moose. I don't know how to explain it... it's much like our friendship. It shouldn't exist.... and yet it does. How can you not be fascinated by that? I digress... As corporate champion I was able to understand the ordered chaos like never before... I could see it starting to fly off the rails. Unordered chaos is a terrible thing. All the load bearing walls are demolished and eventually the entire structure collapses under it's own weight.
None of this matters to some... and it is their apathy... their indifference... their ignorance... which breaks the order... demolishes the structure.
They aren't paying attention.
*Moose continues to smoke his cigar, dwelling on Stank's words in silence.*
Stank - This is all I could think of in the last couple of hours, Moose. I am prone to overthink. It's why I had to get away. I couldn't think in the middle of all the ignorance, hypocracy, and bullshit. I don't know... it all sounds like bullshit when I say it outloud, but it makes perfect sense in my head.
MHJ -
Stank - Look maybe... maybe they're right... maybe none of it matters... I don't know if you're here to talk me out of leaving for good, or saying goodbye... but I'll listen to whatever it is you want to say.
*Moose throws the remains of his cigar to the ground and steps on it, extinguishing the burn. He looks up at Stank with a strange look in his eye. Stank folds his arms across his chest and the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on May 12, 2011 8:58:17 GMT -5
CUT to a random hallway (not the Hallway of Random Encounter though... that’s being painted) where a SFJ stops current OOWF Intercontinental Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton.
SFJ66: “Crusher. Do you have a minute?”
SF: “Sure, why not.”
SFJ66: “You have a match with DH Magnusson tonight for the Intercontinental title. But you haven’t mentioned him at all this week. What gives?”
SF: “What gives? One of my friends was attacked by a group of thugs, my opponent tonight included, and left to bleed to death. My other friend drops the World title, quits the OOWF and is now on a walkabout. Pardon me if my attention has been elsewhere.”
SFJ66: “But as you said, tonight’s opponent was involved in that attack on Moosehead Jack. Do you take revenge tonight?”
SF: “Darlin’, tonight’s about holding onto this here IC title. Once that task is accomplished we can move onto other things.
“Mags, don’t think just because there have been ancillary issues aplenty this week my mind has been completely off of our match. You know where I said I had nothing but respect for you and D&D? Well you can cram that shit back up your ass.
“What you did to Moose was stupid. The only one’s who are looking to start a war are you and your buddies in Drink & Destroy. Guess you’re taking the last word of your name and applying it to the OOWF instead of certain individuals. You want to destroy the OOWF by dragging it into war in the hallways? As I said, stupid.
“When this company is destroyed, what happens to the talent? The staff? The caterers. There won’t be any more pizza rolls. There won’t be paychecks. There won’t be a steady job anymore.
“Maybe D&D stands for Dumb and Dumber. But don’t for a minute think I’m going to sit on my ass while you take away my meal ticket. If you’re stupid enough to start a war, know that I’ll be there to help finish it.
“And tonight, DH, I have a mind to finish you.
“Enjoy the pain.”
Fulton pushes his way past the SFJ as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on May 12, 2011 8:59:52 GMT -5
Firewoman is out of office wear and in ring gear. She meets up with Kai and Aina.
FW: We good?
Kai: Yah...I know how you get.
Aina: So ... Brass Knuckle Kings?
FW: Yep. No love loss with Eric.
Kai: I noticed.
Aina: Doesn't matter... we get in the ring and *insert something in Hawaiian here*
Kai: *answers in Hawaiian*
FW: Huh?
Aina: We get in the ring and we don't need no brass knuckles to win.
Kai: All we need is what we got here.
FW: Oh....and that is?
Aina&Kai together: Family.
They put their hands in the center and wait for Firewoman to do the same. She hesitates a second like she's not sure what to do, and then puts hers in as well. They count one-two-three and break with something in Hawaiian.
Aina: Coooool.
FW: You guys are going to have to translate all that for me some day.
Kai: Just say it sparkles for you.
FW: I don't have to. You just did.
Aina: But we like it!
FW: Fine. Whatever you just said...totally sparkles with me.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on May 12, 2011 9:06:37 GMT -5
<Stank stares at Moose for a minute, Moose smirks at the silence, then finally speaks>
MHJ: Just stop
Sta: <frustrated> stop? Stop what?
MHJ: Stop thinking
Sta: What?
MHJ: Just stop thinking. You are going to drive yourself, and everyone around you nuts.
Sta: That’s your answer?
MHJ: Let me ask you something, how do you think I do what I do in the ring?
Sta: You’re nuts?
MHJ: Thanks. But no. I don’t think, I react. Shut it down, stop thinking, just react.
Sta: And listen to what He says?
MHJ: He is rarely wrong.
Sta: But the war, I just can’t……
MHJ: Man, fuck the war. What is all this war bullshit?
Sta: Moose sides are being chosen as we speak
MHJ: So what? There are always sides. Always. The side you agree with, and the side you disagree with. That never fucking changes. If people want to beat each other to death over that, there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Sta: <shaking his head> I could go somewhere else, and this wouldn’t happen
MHJ: You really think you can walk away?
Sta: <staring at Moose> yes
MHJ: And do what? Be a rent a cop at the mall? Be the third shift manager at Denny’s?
Sta: Funny. I can go to Japan, or some smaller fed, start over
MHJ: <laughing> you really believe that?
Sta: …….
MHJ: You don’t get it. You are Lucas Fucking Mann. One bad motherfucker. It doesn’t matter WHERE you go, you are a marked man. Mexico, Japan, hell you could start a fed in Nunavut, and YOU are the one they want to take down. Whether you are the champ or not, you are the marked man. YOU decide how you want to respond, YOU call the shots. You want to play to their level? Then do it. You want to keep it in the ring? Then do it.
<Stank lets this sink in for a minute, then nods and smirks>
Sta: You’re right
MHJ: Of course I am right. Now, we need to go find LD, Fulton and Tytan
Sta: Why?
MHJ: Cause we are going to finish the game
<Stank smirks and slaps Moose on the back, they climb into the car and speed off toward the arena>
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