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Post by BookerShark on May 12, 2011 9:20:25 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Nacala, Mozambique
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] Alexander Darling vs. Matt Folz
Winner Gets an OOWF World Heavyweight Title Shot TONIGHT![/u] Stank vs. Psykle vs. J-P Sparxx vs. El Lobo Sangriento
Round Robin Tournament for an OOWF World Tag Team Title Shot - Match 2[/u] Texpress vs. Drink & Destroy
Stan Fulton vs. DH Magnusson - Non - Title Match Chris Evans vs. Firewoman Kai vs. Eric O'Mac Aina vs. Bryce Larson Regicide vs. Maple Leaf Mafia
Card subject to seriously, like any of you know anything about Mozambique
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Post by BookerShark on May 12, 2011 9:22:04 GMT -5
*Fade in to the…(Lobo, come on. Turn the music down.)…FADE IN TO…(LOBO!)…FADE IN TO…LOBO~!
ELS: I CAN’T HEAR YOU, VOICEOVER GUY! THE MUSIC’S TOO LOUD, EH?
*You know what? Piss on it. I’m done for the night.
ELS: (turning the music off and speaking directly to the camera) Not a Foo Fighters fan, I guess. Wolfpack – what’s going on, y’all?
* “Wolfpack”? How original.
ELS: Yes. “Wolfpack.” I thought the fans might like it. Hey, I thought you were leaving.
*I was. I brought you a fresh icepack for your head.
ELS: Thanks, dude. That’s really thoughtful. (to the camera again) Wolfpack, I’m sure you all saw what happened out there in the ring tonight: exactly what I said would happen. I’m honestly surprised Eco played fair tonight. I wish I didn’t have to be surprised by that, but I am. I give him credit for keeping his word, but at the same time, Eco, I told you. I told you you couldn’t beat me in a fair fight. What doesn’t surprise me is the cheapshot after the bell.
ELS: I may have a bit of a headache, but I pinned the OOWF World Champion clean tonight, and I get a shot at his title next week. Well, a shot at a shot, at least. A fatal fourway for a title match the same night? Whoever wins that match will be at a disadvantage against Eco. Which is exactly why he booked it that way, I’m sure.
ELS: Stank, Sparxx, Psykle – I got a measure of revenge against Eco tonight, but I don’t consider our business over. I want to beat him again. I want to show him that I can wrestle clean and consistently beat him. I want to shame the man. So, bring your best next week. I want to win. I want Eco.
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ELS: Oh yeah…FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 12, 2011 9:22:50 GMT -5
Dynamite Danny Taylor and DVD are sitting in the Desrtoyatorium at the bar enjoying a few drinks. As the camera gets closer we see DVD is allready in conversation.
DVD: I really am amazed that of everyone, it really does only seem to be Moose who really understands the meaning behind my words.
Danny raises an eyebrow at this and motions for him to continue.
DVD: Fire and Stank and Fulton and Moreland and even DH keep talking about preventing a war, like these are the old days of Rick and Bennett. They want to think we will be picking sides and having skirmishes. They imagine it leading to some big blowoff match where one side can claim moral victory, and then everything goes back to the status quo. They keep thinking the actions we've taken, and the words I've said are something building towards the future, but it's not. They can't prevent what I've been saying, because it's allready happened.
At this point El Lobo enters the bar and sits down. Danny reaches over and grabs him a cold one and slides it over.
DVD: Lobo, why did you come to the OOWF?
El Lobo: (Thinks for a moment) I would say I was told that from New Jersey to New Zealand this was the place to prove yourself against the best. The best performers, the best competition, the best matches, the best promos.
DVD: And sense you've been here?
El Lobo: Well to be honest, I have been slightly disapointed. I had a chance to go up against some well established names, and no matter what I did, I was looked past, or ignored all together. It seemed that other issues or other events always took precedence over my challenges.
DVD: Now a lot of people would have simply complained. Spoken of glass ceilings and backstage politics, but you didn't. You walked into the office of the CEO, a man who could make your time here a living hell, and you demand a chance to prove yourself.
El Lobo: And I did.
DVD: That you did, but that is just one of many examples of the change that has actually occured. Eric talked of neutrality, and I can't help but laugh, as in a way he is responsible for what has happened.
Both Lobo and Danny looked shocked at this and Danny makes a motion for Vic to elaborate.
DVD: Look, I may not agree with the BKK's methods, but at it's core, the message was not wrong.
El Lobo: The message?
DVD: Yes, O'mac took Larson, a guy who was full of talent, but mearly spinning his wheels, and he awoke a passion in him. He encouraged him not to wait for his time in the spotlight, but to make his own spotlight. He didn't just do it by changing him to his way of thinking either. For every time Eric has encouraged to Larson to take the low road, he has also encouraged him to use his skills to get bye as well. Now look, the BKK are the tag team champs, and the division is more fired up then ever to take it from them.
Danny nods his head in agreement.
DVD: And it has not stopped there. Evans and Folz have both stepped up their desires to make a legacy from themselves. Even outside of the BKK, you two are making impacts, and guys like Sparxx and Fulton are stepping up as never before. Hell, I'm not to proud to admit, that like most I thought Sparxx was a joke when he first got here. Now I am eating that thought.
El Lobo: That metaphor does not really work.
DVD: Anyways, my point is that after the physical and verbal beatdowns he recieved, most people would have crawled away to lick there wounds. Sparxx did not, he came back stronger than ever. He stepped up to the challenge time and again. When Stank was looking to walk away, people came out of the woodwork saying they would have loved to have challenged him for the title, but yet they never did when he was the champion.
El Lobo: Sparxx did.
DVD: He did, as did Fulton. When he is not on one of his pity parties, Fulton is one of the most ambitious, and most deadly competitors around. I can go on and on, but the fact remains....Things have changed. People are no longer content to sit and wait to be part of the next big story or moment, they are making there next moment, forcing the story to be about them. Why do you think Moose attacked Sparxx?
El Lobo: To get at Moreland?
DVD: No, he could have attacked any number of people to do that. He went after Spaxx, cause that was the way to be relevant. Sparxx was on the rise hotter then ever before. Moose will claim that he cares about nothing but violence, but that is a lie. Moose cares about leaving a legacy same as everyone else.
Danny leans in intrigued by this train of thought.
DVD: If it was just about violence, he would join an underground fight club or some random street gang, and get it out of his system. He doesn't, he stays here, cause he wants to be remembered for being the most violent man on the planet, and he knows this is the only place to do it. There is no need to worry about a "war" destroying this company, it is stronger than that. Only one thing can destroy this company, and that is if everyone in it gives up, loses their motivation, and walks away. Somehow, I just don't see it happening. Everytime someone like a Crete decides they can't keep up and moves on.....
El Lobo: Someone like me comes in and makes that moment mine.
DVD: (A big smile forming on his face) I knew there was a reason I liked you.
El Lobo: It's the Mask, everyone loves the Mask.
Both DDT and DVD chuckle at this as the camera fades
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Post by BookerShark on May 12, 2011 10:24:19 GMT -5
Firewoman is in her office, dressed apparently to go out. she is TALKING~! on her cell phone.
FW: I know...I just have this ONE thing to deal with....then we can go................no, I promised dinner, we go to dinner......he's my brother, that's never going to......look, did you get a sitter for Opus?...........of COURSE he needs a sitter....................
The door opens and Moose comes in, sits down, props his feet up on Fire's desk. she glares at him as he lights a cigar.
FW: Look, I gotta go....I'll see you in a little bit.
Firewoman hangs up and glares at Moose.
MHJ: THAT was an awesome show. I know, I know, you "didn't win" and you hate that, but you didn't lose either and--
FW: You lost.
MHJ: Yeah, well, it happens.
FW: Uh huh. Especially when the referee is unconscious.
MHJ: I know, was that not awesome? Hey, why you all dressed up...you going someplace?
FW: We're going to dinner?
MHJ: We are? Oh...you and....HIM.
FW: Once I'm done with you, yes.
MHJ: Done with me?
FW: You know Moose, while I was watching your match, and saw you reach for the chain, I thought "Great, here comes the DQ." Then I saw the set up.
MHJ: What set up?
FW: You know, the one we used to do....Pretend to be arguing and then when someone we wanted to get comes up behind one of us, usually me, I duck, you nail them ... "accidentally."
MHJ: Oh...yeah, now that you mention it...we DID used to do that.....
Moose laughs, as clearly he remembered that way before Fire mentioned it.
FW: Get your feet off my desk, Jack.
MHJ: *He complies* Jack? Whoa...serious time now, eh? Okay...I'm sorry I accidentally hit Diva Moreland in the face.
FW: Moose, that wasn't an accident and you know it. Hell, Opus could have seen that punch coming the way you telegraphed it.
MHJ: Why would I punch a penguin?
FW: Moose, you set that up so you could knock out an OOWF referee in the ring. That's pretty blatantly against the rules....
MHJ: Yeah, well, if it was so easy to see, why didn't he move?
FW: ....
MHJ: HA!
FW: Maybe because of the big 7-foot or so guy in front of him. I don't care why. You set it up on purpose.
MHJ: So what if I did....fine me.
FW: Yeah...don't think so. We've gone a little beyond that.
Moose stops his smirking and smoking.
MHJ: You don't want to do this, Fire.
FW: No, what I want to do is wrap my pool cue around your neck. I've asked you to tone it down backstage, to lay off Sparxx, to just...I dunno, be somewhat normal......
MHJ: Fire, you and I....we can never be "normal." You can dress up all you want, but you and I are the same.
FW: No....I....Look, this isn't about--
MHJ: Seriously, sis....
FW: Just stop... I promised the referees that there'd be a zero tolerance policy on attacks--
MHJ: When did you do that?
FW: When I had to come up with something to make this whole thing make sense? Doesn't matter....between that and your continued disruptions backstage, even after a direct request from the commissioner...
MHJ: You...
FW: Me.......unless something's changed since last night's board meeting, you're suspended for one month.
MHJ: WHAT?
Moose stands up with enough force that it knocks the chair he is in over, and it hits the drywall in the office, leaving a large crack.
MHJ: I cannot believe you are taking HIS SIDE. He's basically DISOWNED you, he's did nothing to help you--
FW: *Fire stands to address his challenge* I don't think we want to start comparing score cards on who has had my back least, do we?
MHJ: *pauses and then starts laughing* Aaaaaah, so that's it. It's "get even with Moose" time.
FW: No. It is be the fucking commissioner time. You know, the job you said you were proud of me for.
MHJ: Well, allow me to rethink THAT.
FW: Go right ahead. You have plenty of time. Thirty days to be exact.
The two stare daggers at each other for an uncomfortably long time. Is the ninja cam shaking in fear?
MHJ: If you weren't my sister....
FW: Yeah? Back atcha. Get out. See you in Sudan.
They glare again, then Moose turns and leaves, ripping the door off a hinge as he does. Firewoman sits down, surveying the damage to her office. Lucky comes in.
L: Wow...you okay?
FW: Yeah...just a little light headed, that's all. Tell Alex if he wants to get the car, I'm ready.
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Post by BookerShark on May 12, 2011 10:26:37 GMT -5
~~~ Texpress makes their way to the OOWF Executive Offices. They walk past Justin, who fails to ask for Five Bucks. Weird. Zane knocks on Eco's door and then walks in.
We see Ecosystem seated at his desk, with his ACME World Title Repair Kit spread out on the desk. Stank is standing behind him, talking on his cell phone, but that conversation is irrelevant to this promo, so we are not privy to any of it. Firewoman is filing paperwork, and dressed to kill (not literally) Apparently she was paged to Eco's office before she could leave. She and Chad exchange pleasantries while Zane stanks towering over Eco's desk. ~~~
Zane: I'm here. What do you want
Eco: Zane, Chad. Have a seat
Zane: No. Out with it. We have a match with Drink & Destroy to prepare for
Eco: Take it easy there big man. I wanted to pass along a bit of good news. We (gestures to Fire & Stank) have reviewed the footage and Despite the fact that you physically assaulted an OOWF official, it was clear you did not see him. We have decided not to suspend you this time.
Zane: You called me here to tell me I'm not suspended? Where should I send the Thank You card [/dripping sarcasm]
Eco: I wasn't finished. You're actions are cause for concern. We are well aware of your history with mental instability...
Zane: ... You lecturing Me on Mental Stability? I'll be leaving now.
~~~ Stank blocks the door ~~~
Stank: You need to hear this.
Zane: You are still going along with this idiot?
~~~ They engage in the lost art of the Big Man Silent Stare-down until Eco clears his throat ~~~
Eco : Ahem. I was saying, Mr. Myers, should this happen again, further discipline will be warranted.
Zane: Fine. Whatever. Are you done now... Boss? [/more sarcasm]
Eco: Almost. I have been reviewing your record as of late. I... We have concluded that you and your partner are no longer the impact tag team you once were.
Zane: Horse Crap
Eco: Texpress faces Drink & Destroy this week, Live from Nacala, Mozambique (Cheap Pop) in part of the Round Robin for the next Pay Per View title shot. You lost last week. Lose this week, and you are eliminated.
Zane: These things always end up in a tie.
Eco: ... But this isn't the old OOWF Zane. My New OOWF cannot allow the same old teams to ride the coattails of their past accomplishments. If you are eliminated, I will have no choice to leave your names out of any future title considerations.
~~~ Zane starts around the desk, but Chad intercepts him and struggles mightily to keep him from ripping Eco's lips off his face. ~~~
Zane: Stank, YOU said you wouldn't screw us over
Stank: That was about your contract asshole, not about your spot on the card.
Eco: Oh your jobs are more than safe. My New OOWF is about making money. Ratings, Merchandise sales. You two are consistantly in the top three when it comes to merchandise sales, no matter where we travel. You bring in fans. We need you here. But we need you on the top of the card.
See, when you think about it, it's a compliment. We want you to open every show. Pop the crowd, get them warmed up. Help us make that oh so important first impression. Put on great matches. 5 Star meals always have delicious appetizers......
Chad: So we're going to curtain jerk from now on? Lisa can't you...
Eco: No, She can't.
~~~ Zane grabs the ACME World Title Repair Kit and hurls it into the wall and storms out. Fire gives Chad an apologetic look ~~~
Chad: This isn't right. You can't....
Eco: I already have
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Post by BookerShark on May 13, 2011 5:17:06 GMT -5
*OOWF Offices*
Fire excuses herself from the mess in Eco's office before anything else can steal her attention and she makes her way to the parking garage where Alex is waiting. Alex grabs his wife's hand and walks around the car opening the door for her. She looks a little dizzy getting in so Alex helps her sit down as he makes his way back around to the driver side.
Alexander: Are you feeling okay?
Fire: Yea, just a little lightheaded. Probably from not eating any catering. Stupid Mags ate all the pizza rolls and Justin ate all the cinnamon buns. I was really in the mood for those.
Alexander: Pizza rolls and cinnamon buns? Really?
Fire: What...they're good. Strange together I guess, but still it's what I wanted. The restaurant we're going wouldn't happen to have...
Alexander: No, I don't they'll have pizza rolls and/or cinnamon buns.
The two engage in some more small talk as they travel through the streets of Angola until they reach a local restaurant. Alex and Fire park the car and enter the restaurant. Alex orders a local dish that consists of some meat and seafood and looks over at Fire who is looking a bit ill, but also seems to be drooling a little as she looks around the restaurant at some of the local dishes. She asks the waiter in fluent Portuguese...who knew Fire knew that...if they can combine two dishes and even the waiter looks a little shocked at the request but nods. Fire smiles and thanks the waiter as the waiter walks away. The small talk continues for a while as the waiter brings over a bottle of wine and some bottled water for the table.
Alexander: Can we talk about something?
Fire: Sure...I guess.
Alexander: It's about the commissionership and what I've been asking for.
Fire: Alex, we're at a nice restaurant. We're about to enjoy a nice meal. I really don't want to argue or anything.
Alexander: No arguing. I promise. I just want you to know that I do think you're doing a fabulous job as commissioner.
Fire: Yea, right. Whatever.
Alexander: No whatever. You are. You've been able to balance everything and you've even been able to control yourself from killing your boss even though I know you still want to.
Fire: *smiles a little*If that's true, why do you want me out of the job so much?
Alexander: It's not that I want you out of the job really. There's a few reasons really. First, I don't want to be the hypocrite others claim me to be. I DO want Eco and Stank out of there and if I limited myself to them and said it's totally okay for my wife to be commissioner, I'd be what people still claim I am.
Fire: Who cares what other people think though. As you like to say, you're Alexander Darling and they're, well not.
Alexander: *laughs*Well, there's another reason too.
Fire: And what's that?
Alexander: First, let me ask you something. When was the last time the two of us were able to get away like this and enjoy a nice quiet meal?
Fire: Well, we...ummm. What about when we...there was that time...Oh.
Alexander: Sue me...I miss seeing my wife.
Fire: Alex...I, well...
Before Fire can continue the food arrives and conversation slows down as they start to dig into their meals. Alex looks over at Fire's plate and is shocked at the mix of dishes and shivers as Fire digs in. She calls the waiter over and asks for another bottle of water and Alex looks up and seems to come to a conclusion.
Alexander: Excuse me for a moment...
Fire nods and Alex pushes away from the table and steps outside for a moment when he pulls out his cell phone. He looks for an app and scrolls through and seems to be counting in his head...
Hmmmmm.
He gets back to the table and continues eating his meal after finishing off his glass of wine and pouring another and take a big drink of that glass as well.
Fire: Everything ok?
Alexander: Sure is...glad you're enjoying you meal.
Small talk continues as we...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 13, 2011 5:19:21 GMT -5
*Moosehead Jack is on his way out the main door, sporting a back pack and looking at a piece of paper. It appears to be Mapquest directions to the Sudan. Come on, dummy - keep going straight until you find the refugees and bang a left at the genocide. Duh. I thought you smelled blood. Anyway, he's proceeding to his shitty rental car when a courier (with a hat that says "Courier") pedals his bike as fast as he can to cut him off* C: Mr. Moose! Mr. Moose! MHJ: *sighs* What? C: Letter for you sir! Marked Urgent! *The envelope is stamped "Urgent", but it just says "Moosehead Jack" on it, with no return address. The courier is kind of waiting around with his hand out* MHJ: Oh, you want a tip? Here's one. Don't eat yellow snow! *Moose walks away laughing hysterically* C: What the fuck is snow? What an asshole. *Moose gets to his car and gets in. Doing his due diligence, he checks to make sure the envelope isn't ticking or anything, and maybe secretly hopes it's a fan letter, but Moose is no-selling that these days. Anyway, he opens it and it's a card. On the front of it is a picture of Bullwinkle carrying a Hobo Knapsack (Bandana on a stick), with his thumb out in what looks to be a desolate area. The top of the card says "Happy Trails". Moose feels his blood boil, but he opens it anyway. As soon as he does, he hears this:* www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaG2Acg8n60 (click this or the promo won't make as much sense) *Written inside the card is a short message* M: Dear Moose - Thank you for proving once again that your inability to control your situation will always lead to your demise. You see? I got suspended on purpose, because the idea of you having any control in that situation was untenable. So I took control. You? You got suspended because a barely literate oaf moved out of the way. Of course, you didn't hear who told him to move, did you? Once again, I took control of the situation, and used your inability to handle your shit against you.
This is what separates the Legends and the Frauds. Guess which you are?
See you in Sudan, Dummy.
Love, Davin.
P.S. - You're suspended now, so I'd watch your back if I were you. Unlike you, I actually have friends. And I have them EVERYWHERE. Ta!*Moose rips the mechanical part of the card out, lights the front on fire, and takes the message part, folds it, and puts it in his pocket before driving off* *fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 13, 2011 5:19:55 GMT -5
<Moose flips his phone open before he takes off, and since he hates you all, we only hear half of it>
MHJ: Hey.....yeah I figured you saw it......yeah, figures, right? Davin attacks me to start the match and gets a month, I hit him because he is too fucking stupid to do his job right, and I get a month as well.......yeah well, let him take credit for it, he is such a glory whore he will take credit for anything. You know who killed Hitler?......That's right, Davin Moreland......no, I am not going to push it, fuck it, she is commish now, and she feels like she has a job to do, whatever......yeah too violent, I know, it's fucking hilarious, soon we will be the Hugs and Kisses Wrestling Federation.......yeah, I know.......lets hope she keeps this stance in mind when her husband fucks up, and he will........no, I am going back to Cape Town, I'll catch a plane and be there sometime tomorrow.......no fuck them, if they want to suspend me, they can all kiss my ass........nah Stank, Fulton, LD and Tytan will be just fine........no........no fuck that........yeah, well, fuck him too, I have friends everywhere too.........yeah let him, he hasn't done SHIT to me either, so fuck his hypocritical ass........yeah ok........yeah I'll call you when I land.......later
<Moose flips the phone shut, lights another cigar and speeds out of the parking lot>
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Post by BookerShark on May 13, 2011 5:20:48 GMT -5
The scene comes up and we see DDT and DVD watching Firewomans suspending of Moose. Victors jaw is nearly on the floor, and Danny is looking down at him with a shit eating grin on his face. Vic sees this and sighs.
DVD: Fine, you where right. You said to give her a chance to handle things, and she would surprise.
Danny raises his eyebrow.
DVD: I am man enough to admit when I am wrong. I really thought that vague threat would be all she would do, but she seems to really take this commissioner thing seriously. I owe her an apology for doubting her, and I will tell her next time I see her.
Danny narrows his eyes.
DVD: I'm serious, if she lets me get a word in, I will own up. Now, let's talk less about that and focus more on getting the win this week.
A loud belch echoes from behind nearly causing both men to jump. The camera pans back and we see Outback Jack has managed to sneak into the room. (perhaps he is an Australian ninja?)
OBJ: That's Australian for don't underestimate the Texans.
DVD: Hey I get it, they are a great team, but let's face it, after losing the best of seven to the Hawaiians, they have been having some miscommunication problems.
Danny nods and points his finger going downwards.
OBJ: You think being on a streak of bad luck makes them less dangerous? If anything, it makes them more.
Danny leans in intrigued to hear more.
OBJ: Look I've been around awhile, and seen teams come and go. A lot of teams will claim how great they are while on top, and then become lazy, to cocky, and fall. Those teams tend to fade away soon to be forgotten. The sign of a truly successful and truly dangerous team is not what they do when things are going well for them, but what they do when the chips are down.
Danny nods seeming to process this.
DVD: I see where you are coming from Jack, but it's not exactly like you and Danny have been slacking in putting forth an effort.
OBJ: And we won't this week either. I saw the Texans and Hawaiians steal the show every night during the best of seven, same as you. I believe we can do the same this week. I also KNOW that you can't count your platypus before the hatch. Chad and Zane are as tough as they come they will regroup and rebound. It may not happen today this week, or even this month, but I guarantee they will rise again.
DVD: So it's up to us to make sure it does not happen at our expense.
OBJ: Exactly, so we go into this match treating it like we are going against a team that is more than capable of pulling this win off, cause if we don't, we will lose.
Danny nods, stands walks over and does the knucklebump of respect with OBJ. He stares him in the eyes and solemnly nods letting Jack know he is with him.
OBJ: Good, now that we've got that cleared up, Vic grab a round and let's start talking some real strategy.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 13, 2011 5:20:34 GMT -5
Tytan and LD are seen heading to the interview area.)
T: So it seem like Moose is suspended for a while.
LD: Yep, don't count him out though.
T: I never do.
LD: It will all come together. Just wait, the month will fly by.
T: Did you notice how much quieter it has been with out Davin cutting promos.
LD: (Stops and listens) It has been but that will soon change especially since he will be back to wrestling real soon.
T: (sarcastic) I can't wait.
LD: Well it looks like we are here.
***** (Tytan and LD are seen with SFJ.)
SFJ: I am here with Regicide winners of the first round of the tourney to get a title shot. What's your thoughts?
LD: First off we will start off by saying this Texpress. We said it and we delivered. You lost and we proved once again that you are a has-been in the tag-title ranks.
SFJ: But they got disqualified for hitting the ref.
Tytan: They couldn't handle what we were giving them so instead of getting pinned. Someone....(cough,cough)..Zane....couldn't handle it and lost his temper.
SFJ: You got the worse end of that.
LD: Tytan took one to make sure the team got a win. Look we won they lost.
Tytan: Maybe your girlfriend needs to start looking for a real man. (Tytan gives the double gun flex.)
SFJ: So are you explaining your actions from the week before.
Tytan: We knew what his weak spot was and took advantage of it.
LD: You see we said we knew what it was going to take to beat you guys and we did just that. And now Texpress is on the verge of extinction.
Tytan: All in a days work, and D&D we will be waiting for you.
LD: That's right D&D we all know each other pretty well. But when we finally face off just remember this ain't personal. This is business and you are just another team in the way from getting what we want.
Tytan: It's our time, those title will belong to us. So sleep well all you other teams...
LD: Your day will be coming.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on May 13, 2011 5:22:14 GMT -5
Alexander Darling brings some tapes of Eric O'Mac and Bryce Larson into the room where Kai and Aina are sitting.
Aina: Don't need those, brah.
AD: Eric and Bryce are great wrestlers, I will not deny that. You both need to be ready. You guys are great, but you're primarily tag team wrestlers. Both of these guys are good on their own. Hell, Eric is a former World Champion.
Aina: We're gonna beat them, brah.
Kai: They are better than us, bruddah.
Aina: I didn;t say we were gonan beat them. I said we're gonna BEAT them.
Kai: Dirty lickin's?
Aina: Not the good kind.
AD: There's a good kind?
Kai: Ask your wife, brah.
Aina: Just wrong, bruddah.
Darling laughs.
AD: I know your history. It doesn't bother me. As long as you behave yourselves NOW.
Kai: I got a girl, brah.
An awkward silent moment passes.
AD: So you're gonna beat them?
Aina: Hard. Count on it. They awoke the nation.
Kai: Aloha.
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2011 10:07:45 GMT -5
VERY SLOW FADE. View is a seaport, presumably the Port of Nacala. Many ocean-going vessels are visable; some arriving and some departing. Sitting nearby watching all of the sea traffic is OOWF Intercontinental Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton.
After a minute or two, Fulton speaks to apparently no one, but perhaps he knows a ninja-cam is nearby.
“DH Magnusson, I must admit you had me beat there for a bit. I wasn’t able to get in one offensive move until the last. But the only thing that counts is that I am still the OOWF Intercontinental Champion and you are not.
“You get a rematch this week, but not for my belt. That will remain safely in my possession.
“But Wednesday’s match got me to thinking. So here I am watching cargo ships trying to clear my head. You see, DH, I am not a nice person. I know this. Though I try to mask it by joking around or making self-deprecating remarks, I am very, very angry. Angry at you; angry at me. I’m angry at the so-called fans. Hell, I’m pretty much angry at everything.
“I have an Italian temper with a Nordic stubbornness. Which means I get angry really quickly and hold onto that anger for a good long time. Longer than is good for my mental health.
“Little snipes, jabs, comments that hear backstage get me so pissed off that I want to literally reach my hands through the person’s chest and rip their beating heart out. I don’t just want them dead, I want them to suffer.
“And when I’m in that ring, I work so very, very hard at holding that anger at bay. For you see, Psykle has nothing on my anger. Oh sure, he might lose his cool and push or hit a referee. If I let my anger go I wouldn’t have a job. I’d be put away either in jail or in a mental institution.
“So when your little buddies in Drink & Destroy disparage me, dismiss me or say that I’m a nobody, a loser? Well, I want to hurt them. I want to hurt you.
“And I didn’t get that chance to hurt you, DH. I didn’t get that chance to make you suffer and bleed. But I get that chance now.
“There’s no title on the line so I frankly don’t give a rat’s ass if I win or lose. All I’ll see when I get in that ring is a Drink & Destroy member I want to maim. I can let this raging inferno inside me out just a tiny, little bit. You’ll get a wee peek at what sheer willpower and strong medications keep locked away.
Fulton holds up a pill bottle with a few pills left.
“My attaché has ordered more of these and they should arrive in Kenya on Thursday. I have just enough to get me to Wednesday.”
Fulton rears back and tosses them into the ocean.
“But now I don’t. Let’s play. See you Wednesday night, DH. But don’t count on me to shake your hand.
“Enjoy the pain.”
Fulton laughs very quietly. A very disturbing laugh made all the more weird by the softness of it.
The laughter continues as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2011 10:08:56 GMT -5
At the Destroyitarium, Firewoman walks in with Kai, Aina, and Alexis.
LD: You sure about this?
FW: Yes.
They pull up chairs at a table. Fire lights a cigarette, and Spencer comes over and takes everyone's order except Fire's. She merely glares at her.
LD: Spence, come on.
SD: What are you doing here?
FW: DH and Danny both said I could come any time.
SD: Danny did...really.
FW: Yeah, just because you guys don't hear him, doesn't mean I don't.
SD: Alright....I don't like what you did...
FW: Neither do I.
SD: ...
FW: ...
SD: But...Sam and Alexis seem to have gotten over it, and Alex is happy, so....whatcha have?
FW: Thanks, Spence. Jameson's neat.
Spence goes and gets the drinks and comes back.
FW: So...sorry guys....I got into it with Folz and lost us the match.
Aina: It's a DQ, not a loss.
Kai: To Fire, same difference. Always has been.
They continue with small talk about their recent matches, reminiscing about old times with NOAH, etc. Spence and Ashley join them in between getting rounds.
LD: How come you're still on your first whiskey?
FW: Eh, it's not sitting right for some reason.....Stupid local water. Remind me to just have Lucky take care of the coffee, since Justin--
Fire is interrupted as a shadow falls on the table. She looks up, and sees Victor DeNiro standing there. Fire stands to face him, and the stand off makes everyone uncomfortable.
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2011 10:10:06 GMT -5
Firewoman and Victor stand eye to eye (well more like eye to chin, Vic is a pretty short guy). Neither says anything for a few moments, and the tension is thick enough to cut with a battle axe.
Firewoman: You have something to say?
Before Vic can answer, Spencer comes over and tries to push between them.
Spencer: Come on Vic, let's not cause a scene.
DVD: Sorry babe, I have something to say, and I have to do it now.
Vic gently pushes Spencer aside and looks up at Firewoman.
Firewoman: If you are going to do something do it, otherwise move on.
DVD: (taking a deep breath) I owe you an apology.
Fire seems slightly taken aback by this, as it was not what she was expecting.
DVD: I did not think you could be a fair and impartial commissioner, but you proved me wrong. I thought empty threats and vague promises would be all you would offer, but you have not. For that I apologize for doubting you.
Firewoman: (smiling and lighting up a cigarette) Really? Well, apology accepted, but my offer still stands I will meet you anytime any place anytime, anywhere.
At this DVD turns away beginning to fume, and just starts to storm away
DVD: (muttering under his breath) Screw it I tried, but I'm not putting up with this shit.
DVD heads back over to OBJ and DDT. Spencer throws an irritated glance at Firewoman before heading over as well.
Firewoman sits down pulling a deep drag on her cigarette. She looks across the table and sees both Kai and Aina sitting back arms crossed.
Firewoman: What?
Kai: That was pretty low sistah, he was trying to be genuine.
Firewoman: Really? You think that was genuine?
Aina: It was not too long ago that me and Kai came in here and laid D&D low on our way to capturing our first tag title reign. No one was more angry about that then Vic, but at the end of the day he was willing to move past if forgive, and even made nice with Noelani.
Kai: Yeah, even to the point of coming to our aid when BKK tried to take us out in the cage.
Aina: But it was not easy for him. He is proud....
Firewoman: And irritating.
Aina: And that, but deep down, he's not a bad guy. He was trying to take the first step, don't take that lightly.
Firewoman takes another drag from her cigarette looking over at the rest of D&D lost in her thoughts on the matter.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2011 10:11:14 GMT -5
<We cut to a tiny airport in the middle of nowhere. Moose walks out of the otherwise deserted building and lights up a cigar. Within seconds, a black Lamborghini pulls up. Moose smirks and walks to the car, opens the door and tosses his bag in, then climbs inside. His door is barely closed when the car roars and screeches off down the road>
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2011 10:12:19 GMT -5
The camera comes on in Firewoman’s office. Fire is going over some paperwork as Opus splashes happily in his pool. There is a knock at the door. Fire looks up from the paperwork at the door, as Lucky shows IQ in.
IQ (in an apologetic tone): Madam Commissioner? I was wondering if you might have a few minutes?
Fire (warily): Have a seat Mr. Warner.
IQ: Please, call me IQ.
Fire: I’m a busy woman, IQ, what can I do for you?
IQ: Well, two things actually. First, I need to apologize…
Fire: You could say that again…
IQ: …for my actions last week when you were speaking with Psykle. There was no excuse for me to barge in here like I did and yell at you and Psykle like I did.
Fire: You’re right, there wasn’t any excuse. I’ve taken my role as commissioner here in the OOWF very seriously, and part of that job is to make sure that the wrestlers in this company are in tip top shape and are not being taken advantage of, something I have a bit of personal experience with. Now, I accept your apology, and while I have great respect for the manager/client, or as you prefer to call it, mentor/mentee, relationship, there is one thing you must be very aware of.
IQ: What would that be?
Fire: If I for one minute sense any abuse, control or nefarious intentions from you towards Psykle, I will not hesitate to step in, take you aside, and beat the living hell out of you. Are we clear?
IQ: Let me assure you Madam Commissioner, I have no nefarious intentions or abuse towards Psykle planned, and as far as control, the only control I am trying to exhibit is for Psykle to have his own self-control brought to the top level so that he can control the rage that lives inside.
Fire: Fine. What was the second thing you needed?
IQ: Well, I’m not sure if this is within your control or not, but I figured it best to go through the proper chain of command, so to speak…
Fire: Get on with it.
IQ: Well, while I understand that the OOWF wants to have its peak performers at the top of the card competing for its top prize, but I have to ask that we cease scheduling Psykle in these matches for World Heavyweight title shots.
Fire: And why is that?
IQ: The stress associated with matches at the very top of the card, in addition to the matches being for that all important World Heavyweight championship, just leaves Psykle ripe for losing control. When Psykle first came here, I instructed him to work his way up the ladder. Somehow he found himself in the World Title picture long before he was ready.
Fire: I think he’s put up a very good show at that level, and that’s why he continues to receive those matches…
IQ: I agree, however, I have to ask that for the betterment of his treatment, we perhaps move him down slightly to a lower stress level of the card, where he can still shine for the OOWF, but will be able to work on his self-control better. Perhaps the Intercontinental Championship level?
Fire: Hmm. I don’t know. I think I’ll have to talk with the others about it, but I think I have a better idea than the Intercontinental Championship.
IQ: Oh?
Fire: Perhaps, since self-control is what you’re trying to teach Psykle, it would be better for him to compete for the Onslaught Championship.
IQ: Ah, I see what you mean. The rules and restrictions at that level would be much better at teaching him to control himself, while also giving him that opportunity to shine and show the OOWF fans that he is more than just a big man using his power.
Fire: I’ll talk with the others and let you know. Of course, if Psykle wins the four-way match this week and follows up by winning the World Heavyweight title, this conversation is a moot point.
IQ: Obviously. Well, thank you for your time Madam Commissioner, and again, I am sorry for my behavior last week.
IQ stands up and offers his hand to Firewoman. They shake, and IQ leaves the office. The camera follows him out to the hallway, where he pulls out his cell phone.
IQ: It’s me. Exactly as planned. Talk to you after the next piece.
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2011 10:12:59 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting on the patio of a fancy house looking out over a lush green valley. It is peaceful and quiet until the door opens and Aisha walks out, finishes her call, hangs up and sits on a chair by Moose. They sit in silence for a moment, finally Moose speaks>
MHJ: You know it wasn't that long ago that I sat on the porch with Davin Moreland and contemplated my future in wrestling.
Aisha: And?
MHJ: I'm still there, ain't?
Aisha: For what reason?
MHJ: <smirking> Why should I tell you that? So you can call me a pussy again?
Aisha: Are you still bitching about that?
MHJ: Nope. You were right. There is no out talking Davin Moreland. The man is in love with his own voice, no matter what you say, he has an answer. No matter what you do, he frames it so he looks like he is in the right. So there is no point in bothering.
Aisha: So, what are you going to do?
MHJ: When I get back there, we are going to have a no disqualification, 60 minute Iron Man Empty Arena match and I am going to beat him to death
Aisha: Just like that?
MHJ: Just like that
Aisha: Doesn't bother you in the least that he is family?
MHJ: He is no more my family than Alexander Fucking Darling is my family
Aisha: He is more like you than you are willing to admit
MHJ: He is NOTHING like me. NOTHING
Aisha: Really?
MHJ: Really. When he got suspended for being a dumbass, he stuck around to make sure his face was still right there week in and week out. I got suspended, again because he is a dumbass, and I am out of there. Fuck them, I am not reffing a match, I am not managing anyone, they can kiss my ass
Aisha: Good. Stay here and focus. You needed to get away from your sister anyway, before you killed her
MHJ: Yeah, that would have broken your heart
Aisha: Me? No, not really. But it might be the one thing that would affect you.
MHJ: hmph
Aisha: My dad told me what you did when she was stabbed
MHJ: Yeah well........Quinns stick together.
<there is a long silence>
Aisha: Have you thought about what we talked about?
MHJ: Yeah.......I think it is a good idea
Aisha: <getting up> Ok, let me make some calls, if all goes well, I will leave in two days or so
<Moose lights up a cigar and goes back to staring out over the valley>
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Post by BookerShark on May 17, 2011 12:02:10 GMT -5
Firewoman is TAKING A BREAK~! at Ric's Sandwich Shop. She and Opus stand staring at the menu board.
RF: WOOOOOoooooo....Veggie burger for you? Or a ride on space mountain? wooooOOOOOOOooooo!
FW: Um......*looks down at Opus*.....what do you want?
Opus looks up at her and blinks.
FW: Are you sure?
OtP: *blink blink blink*
FW: Right...Okay, Ric, one herring burger, hold the mayo, extra lettuce....
RF: Herring burger!! We don't have....*he looks around at the various containers*....oh....guess we do......Okay, herring burger and veggie burger...you guys are weird.
FW: No, not veggie burger.....
RF: No?
FW: No....I'll have...........cheeseburger....with everything...no pickles or mustard.
The entire Sandwich shop stops mid chatter turns to look.
RF: You mean...a cheeseburger...a real cheeseburger...with .... beef? Like cows?
FW: Medium rare please.
RF: ....
FW: ....
RF: Comin' right up....
A few minutes later, Ric gives Fire her order and she goes to a table, Opus waddling after her. She puts the tray down, lifts Opus into the booster seat, and the two of them sit and eat their lunch.
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Post by BookerShark on May 17, 2011 12:02:51 GMT -5
Chief Executive Officer Ecosystem is SITTING~! at his desk, World Championship on the table, as El Lobo Sangriento is brought in by armed guards.
ELS: We have to stop meeting like this.
Eco: You embarrassed me.
ELS: You embarrassed yourself. Not only did I get you down for the 1-2-3, you attacked me afterward like a sore loser. Typical.
Eco: No, not typical.
ELS: Yes, typical.
Eco: Lobo, I am not typically a sore loser. You're right that I felt embarrassed. I lashed out. It was unbecoming of the CEO, it was unbecoming of the champion. Lobo, why do you think I put you in the fatal four-way?
ELS: So the winner would be at a disadvantage against you.
Eco: Actually, no. See, that's a rookie assumption. Three-ways are far more grueling than four-ways. See, in a three-way, there's always a third man to break up the pin. Whereas in a four-way, two guys could be fighting each other while one man pins another.
Did I have three guys already? Certainly. Psykle is in line for a shot despite IQ's desires, Sparxx has a very strong record and is quickly becoming a top face, and Stank obviously gets a chance to win back his title. All three of them were going into this match.
ELS: So why add me?
Eco: You beat the champ. You deserve a shot.
ELS: I'm certain that's not the actual reason.
Eco: (smirks) Fine. It's not the whole reason. See, Lobo, you're a young guy, but you connect very well with the fans. But in addition, because you're a young guy, you don't have the...baggage...so many of the rest of them have...baggage with me, even.
What a story! To win the World Championship in two short months! Who in the media would bother talking about walkouts and lawsuits? Who in the media would have time to talk about Ecosystem's foul play--especially after you beat him fair and square!
Eco walks over and puts his hand on El Lobo Sangriento's shoulder.
Eco: Why, what a perfect...Corporate Champion.
El Lobo pulls away.
ELS: No.
Eco: (cocks his head) No?
Eco picks up the World Championship belt and puts it on his shoulder.
Eco: Lobo...I told you before I didn't care any more how others perceive reality, how others perceive worth. Right now, no matter what the complaints, the history books will forever record me as World Champion. Will I have an asterisk? Yes. But if you win the four-way, tiny bit of help or not...and you go on to beat me, maybe a little easier than some might expect...there's no asterisk for you. You'd be the fastest-made World Champion in OOWF history. No one would ever come close.
Maybe to be corporate champ would mean selling your soul. But what's a soul good for if not immortality? And Lobo, let me tell you..."World Champion in Two Months, Fastest in History," that's Immortal.
So think about it, and pick up the phone.
The Lines Are Open.
Eco nods and the guards usher El Lobo out.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 17, 2011 12:03:29 GMT -5
*Mozambique Beach* The scene fades in on this image… and we see the Darling contingent enjoying a day on the beach. Kai and Aina are there as well as they compare the Mozambique beach to their native Hawaiian beaches. Sitting out under the sun, we see Fire, Alexis, and Ashley all getting a nice tan while Opus splashes around in a small pool nearby. Under the cabana sits Alexander Darling and Spencer. It seems as if they’re getting ready for an interview as a ninja cameraman is skulking around. A banner drops behind Alexander as the camera circles and we see the typical Darling crest now with the yin yang of the Wolf, Unicorn, and Eagle. Written in the lower right hand corner is a small word that the camera focuses on and it’s the word “Pride.” Some last second touches are prepared and the camera zooms in on the cabana. Spencer Darling: Hello OOWF, Spencer Darling here with reigning Onslaught Champion, Alexander Darling on a beautiful day here in Mozambique on the Quirimbas Islands. You asked for this interview time specifically while you and your family and friends enjoyed what was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing day…I’ve gotta ask, Why?Alexander: Why is a question that’s being asked a lot lately? Why do you claim a war is coming or already here? Why are you so against wrestlers in positions of power? Why are you fighting for something that most claim isn’t an issue at the moment? Why, why, why? I could be a douche right now and say it’s because I’m Alexander Darling and that’s just what I do. But that wouldn’t be the truth. *starts chuckling*…Spencer: What’s got you laughing?Alexander: It really is funny to listen to some of the people around here when they claim war isn’t coming or that it’s a figment of some imaginations. Especially when you stop and realize WHO it is claiming that there is no war or they want no part of a war. It’s Eric O’Mac the orchestrator of the original war. It’s Davin Moreland and Stank who fought against him. It’s Moosehead Jack who was one of the instigators of all the troubles we had. And then over the next two plus years, it was those men who’ve been integral parts of each and every little battle this company has had. But now…now they want nothing to do with it. They claim it’s not happening. So fine, let them live in their fantasy worlds of denial. I know the truth and if we here on this beach are the only ones who know, so be it.Spencer: But if all these people are claiming there are no war, no battles to be fought…why are you so adamant that there is one. That there are these battles being fought.Alexander: Because it’s what we do Spence. We fight to establish ground. We fight to expand and grow. We fight for titles. We fight for power. And we fight for legacy. They don’t want to call it battles in a war, it doesn’t change the fact that it is what we do. We fight battles each and every day. And battles are nothing if not part of a larger game plan…*sits in thought for a moment*Spencer: What are you thinking right now?Alexander: I’ve been doing some research into a few things…did you know what the name Alexander means?Spencer: I remember you telling me once, but I forget right now.Alexander: It means “Protector of Mankind.” *laughing again*Spencer: Why is that funny? I know you have no dreams to be a hero or protect anyone other than your friends and family.Alexander: While I was researching that, I came across another interesting bit of trivia, the name Eric…it means “Ruler of All.”Spencer: Really?Alexander: Yea…I was surprised at first, but then I thought about it and it always comes back to some simple truths. There are lines drawn and then people will claim you’re the one who drew the line. That no one forced you to cross it. That they’re in the right because they never wanted what is to come to come. So Eric O’Mac…one of my former best friends. The man acts like a joke half the time and then the other half he has these sparks of genius and you never know what you’re going to get.Spencer: Why the sudden focus on Eric?Alexander: It’s not a sudden focus…Eric has always been a catalyst. Always been the sparkplug around here that causes gigantic shifts in focus and goals. He takes what I was trying to do with Folz and Larson and he, I don’t want to say steals it, but he warps it to his image and now we have these so-called Kings walking around like they’re the world-class wrestlers in this company. Back to the meaning of names…Chris, Matthew, and Bryce…in order, they mean, Christ-bearer, God’s Gift, and Nobleman’s Son. And Eric surrounds himself with these men like he’s going to be the one to step above the rest of us. Be above it all. Be the fucking white knight.Spencer: Why are you getting so upset about this?Alexander: Because it’s what Eric does. He makes these grand gestures. He gets people to follow him to hell and back. He gets people…his best friends to fight for or against him. And then he sits back and watches the carnage in his wake. He claims he gets burnt out, but I think the truth of the matter is he enjoys watching the OOWF burn and then build itself up. So if Eric wants to claim to be the White Knight the OOWF needs, let him claim it. We all know the truth is he isn’t. But every single step of the way, every single moment he rides his white horse and claims to be this White Knight, I’ll take the step with him. I’ll match him moment for moment and be the Dark Knight my friends and family deserve.Spencer: Are you sure this is a battle you and…*Spencer looks towards the beach where everyone else is* and everyone is ready for?Alexander: Ready or not, it’s happening. I can’t protect everyone. I can try, but they don’t want that and I don’t wanna do that with them. I want to stand with them. Not in front of or behind, but next to them as we achieve the things we all deserve. Looking ahead to this week, I get to take another of Eric’s lambs to slaughter. Evans was first, Folz is next and in due time, I will get to all of them. And that’s not all I plan on doing…I’ve been looking ahead.Spencer: Is that a good idea?Alexander: Maybe, maybe not. I am focused on the task at hand and that’s defeating Matt Folz this week. But after that and after the Kings, Juni & Stank can continue their little squabble while Eco holds the OOWF World Title Hostage…I am the one with a shot at Eco at our next PPV. He may have won the right to face me, but it looks like I’m the one who may get lucky and get another chance to become a World Champ. *Smiling* How the OOWF will scramble if Alexander Darling is once again World Heavyweight Champion.*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 17, 2011 12:04:19 GMT -5
We’re back in the high tech locker room that IQ has provided for at the arena. Psykle is working out as IQ walks in hanging up his phone just as he does.
IQ: Good to see you’re keeping the regimen up.
Psykle: *grunt*
IQ: Anyway, put that down, we need to talk.
Psykle puts down the weights, grabs a towel and his water bottle and sits down on the bench by the lockers.
IQ: You did really well last week against Moose. Well enough to put you in another big time match this week. Four way match, you, Sparxx, Lobo and the former champion, Stank. Apparently though, Eco is pushing for Lobo to be his new corporate champion. You need to not worry about any of this. You need to focus on your rage and controlling it.
Psykle: I know that.
IQ: Do you really? How many times did I have to remind you during your match with Moose?
Psykle: I know, I lost focus, but I’m working on it.
IQ: Not hard enough. Have you practiced your kata today?
Psykle: Three times.
IQ: Then you’ve got another three to do yet, don’t you?
Psykle: Yea, I was just trying to break up the monotony of it and do some reps on the bench…
IQ: No. The monotony is part of it. It is to drill it into your brain. The focus. The technique. Everything.
Psykle: OK.
IQ: Now, I’ve addressed the commissioner and asked her that after this match, if you don’t win, you be moved down to the Intercontinental division…
Psykle: What?!?! Why did you do that?!?
IQ: DO NOT INTERRUPT ME!
Psykle: I’m sorry, but, why? Why would you want me to be less than I can be?
IQ: How many shots have you had at that title since you got here?
Psykle: A few.
IQ: And how many times have you won it?
Psykle: None.
IQ: And how many times have you lost control of your rage?
Psykle: Too many to count.
IQ: And what did I have you state as your purpose when you got here?
Psykle: To work my way up the ladder.
IQ: And did you do that or were you thrust into the top echelon of competition?
Psykle: OK, OK, what’s your point?
IQ: I told you to start at the bottom and work your way up for a reason. Not because you couldn’t walk right in and win the championship, but because you couldn’t walk right in and keep control of your rage while fighting for the championship. So here’s the deal. This is it for you. You either win the four way and beat Eco for the World Championship and show me and everyone else that you can control your rage, or, you will be moved back down to the lower titles, even if I have to cost you every match you have until the booking committee agrees with me. Got it?
Psykle: I understand.
IQ: Alright, start doing your kata, SIX TIMES completely from start to finish.
Psykle: Yes, sir.
Psykle stands up and begins to do his kata, while IQ walks out of the locker room, again pulling out his cellphone and making a call.
IQ: Yea. It’s done. We’ll see if it works. Call you later.
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 17, 2011 12:05:37 GMT -5
Davin Moreland knocks on a door and opens it.
DM: Yo, J-P? Are you decent?
J-PS: I nevah decent, dawg.
Davin opens the door and enters J-P Sparxx's dressing room.
DM: You wanted to see me?
J-PS: Yeah, want yo opinion. What'cha think?
J-P motions towards a moose head on his wall.
DM: Tacky. Why?
J-PS: Ya should be thankin' me, Davs.
DM: Why?
J-PS: I beat Moosehead Johnny's ass down, bro. He was so out of it, he went an' got suspended rather dan deal wit me, knowwhatI'msayin'?
Davin laughs.
DM: Alright. Sure. You chased Moosehead Jack away. Congratulations.
J-PS: Thanks, Davs. Now, me an' Jewel gon' do sum celebratin' of our own, knowwhatI'msayin'?
DM: Yes, I do believe I know what you are saying. I'll see ya later.
J-PS: Deuces.
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Post by BookerShark on May 17, 2011 12:06:42 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Hallway of Serious Contemplation, where we find El Lobo Sangriento LEANING~! against the wall with a look of serious contemplation on his face…
ELS: I can take it from here, Voiceover Guy. Thanks. (to the camera) Well, Wolfpack, it looks like your old pal Lobo’s been given something to think about. Corporate Champion? Fastest to ever win the Heavyweight title? Man, those things sound great. And Eco even offered to help me win the fourway to get the title shot.
ELS: On the other hand, what doesn’t sound so good is “Eco’s lackey,” “Sellout,” “Cheater,” and all the other names that would be instantly associated with me if I took the shortcut.
ELS: Eco, you keep saying I’m young, and you’re right, but you see my youth as a lack of experience, while I see it as giving me more time to kick your ass. My answer to your offer is an emphatic “No.” I don’t want your help winning the fourway at Mayhem, and I don’t for a second want you going easy on me when we face off for the title.
ELS: You’ve got another chance to show the fans what you’re worth, Eco. Do you take the high road and face whoever wins the match fairly, or do you interfere to get the match you want and lay down to get yourself a new puppet?
ELS: Whatever your reasoning for putting me into this match, whether I “deserve” it or not at this stage of my career, you did put me into it, and I fully intend to make you regret that decision. See you Wednesday, Champ.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on May 17, 2011 12:07:35 GMT -5
*We're in a converted warehouse on Pier 5, in the industrial port of Nacala. 5000 OOWF fans are amped up for this house show's main event, a triple threat match amongst, Darius Prentiss, Dr. Stone Cole Death Von Erich, and John Obama. Before that match begins, Nonpoint's "Skin" fires up over the loud speakers and the crowd pops huge for Stank's theme song. The cheers devolve into boos as Stank himself heads out and stands at the top of the ramp. Stank looks around at the fans standing in the bleachers and the select few in folding chairs closer to the ring. Stank walks down the ramp and the cheer/boo ratio is at about 15/85. Stank slides in under the bottom rope, rises to his feet, and is handed a mic.*
Stank - Cut my music, cut my music.
*The music dies down and we can hear more clearly the cheer/boo ratio which is at about 7/93.*
Stank - Alright, alright, I have a few things I want to say, chief among them being about this upcoming fatal fourway I'm in for MY World Championship title come Midweek Mayhem... but first I want to clear the air, clarify my position on this so called "war" that is or is supposed to happen. Specifically I want Victor Dinero to hear this, because he wasn't here for the first war which my side won. I'm going to say this and then I'm done talking about it.
I'm not against feuds. Feuds are a part of the business that we are in. I'm not against wars between factions or individuals. Anyone who was here before 2009 knows what I'm referring to when I speak of THE war. Victor your stablemates Maggs, and Outback Jack KNOW what I'm talking about. They fought by my side during that war. So before you speak any more about war here in the OOWF. Have a talk with them. Have them enlighten you, because there is a massive difference between watching that war on TV, and actually fighting in it. D&D's actions alone would not threaten to bring war back amongst us, but in combination with the changes the OOWF is going through today...? Your particular fire needed to be put out.
Ecosystem, our deluded CEO, in his insanity tasked me with several duties, amongst those was to do what I could to prevent a war, specifically against him, but implicit amongst the entire federation. He did not expect me to succeed. I thought otherwise.
I was wrong.
I’m not afraid to admit it… and it took me walking away, to realize that my role here needs to change… and gotdamnit if I’m not going to do it as the OOWF World Champion.
I want my other three opponents to make no mistake about it. Lobo, Psykle, Sparkles, you are competing in that match against the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion and until you beat ME… you are not the champion.
*Most of the crowd boos upon hearing this.*
Stank – Boo all you want, the fact remains that once I’m finished with you three I will meet our CEO in the middle of this ring, and I will TAKE back my championship belt. Then…
*Stank lowers the mic as the crowd noise rains down. A few “you walked out” chants start up, and as they die down Stank raises the mic back to his lips.*
Stank – I didn’t walk out. I never quit. No documents were filed. Nothing was signed. I simply walked away to clear my head... but you best believe I'm back now, and that I am your World Champion.
You want to know something, though? The truth is you all walked out on me. *BOO!* Yes you did. This war that your hero Alexander Darling wants so bad, this war that D&D and others willingly walk right into, this war… is your fault, each and every one of you. You want to see it happen. After I get my belt back, I aim to disappoint.
Yes, a whole lot of you will be very disappointed, starting with my opponents at Mayhem. You don’t believe me?
Then you haven't been paying attention.
*Stank drops the mic and steps between the ropes. His theme music fires up as he walks up the ramp to the noise from the crowd. When Stank reaches the top of the ramp he makes the universal “I want the belt” gesture across his waist. He walks to the back and is met by Regicide.*
LDW – Nice speech.
Stank – Wasn’t a speech.
LDW – I got a call from Moose… we should talk.
Stank – Later. I have some things I need to take care of first.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on May 17, 2011 12:09:09 GMT -5
<Moose is still in the same nice house, still sitting on the balcony puffing on yet another cigar. He is watching OOWFtv and sees Stank's promo and laughs>
MHJ: He finally gets it. They are worthless, all They want is our blood. Good.
<Moose turns off the tv and leans back, closes his eyes and enjoys his cigar>
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