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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 14:49:51 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Nairobi, Kenya
Round Robin Tournament For A Tag Team Title Shot - Finals[/u]
Regicide vs. Drink & Destroy
Non-Title Match[/u]
Brass Knuckle Kings vs. The Flyin Hawaiians
Non-Title Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. DH Magnusson
Onslaught Rules Match[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Psykle
Alexander Darling & El Lobo Sangriento vs. Stank & Ecosystem
Chris Evans vs. J-P Sparxx
Texpress vs. TBA
Card subject to wanton suspensions
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 14:50:46 GMT -5
<Firewoman is packing her bags angrily, Lucky is running about. suddenly, she hears rustling and looks around> Oh, Death,
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell. <a dark hooded figure walks into the doorway of Firewoman's locker room. The voice is raspy> Voice: Things will Change. Soon. <The figure backs away> Oh Death, Oh Death <Firewoman shakes her head, and pops outside, but sees....no one> my name is Death and the end ïs here... <Fading. A date comes across the screen…> 06-08-11[/i][/size] |
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 14:51:37 GMT -5
Firewoman shakes the eery feeling, and puts on her leather biker jacket, throws a bag over her shoulder and leaves into the larger Darling Luxury Suite.
L: Fire--
FW: Shut up before I fire you again.
AD: *coming out of their room* Look, I know you're mad but--
FW: Lucky, did you rent the motorcycle I asked for?
L: Yes, but...Fire, there's still stuff that needs to happen before we leave, you need to oversee the tear down and equipment and --
FW: No, your new commissioner can do that. Not me. I'm outta here.
AD: Where are you going? You know, you took a lot of shots, especially to the midsection and--
FW: So? Alex...*pausing to light a cigarette*...I'm going to find a dive bar and drink all their whiskey. Hope you're happy, you got exactly what you wanted.
Fire slams out the door. Alexander waits a second.
AD: Lucky....I need to ask you something. Off camera.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 14:52:33 GMT -5
*Davin is WALKING~! He comes across Alexander and Lucky ending their conversation*
DM: You guys ready?
*They both check their watches*
L: Yeah.
AD: Yeah, ok. I have no idea how you threw this together so quickly.
DM: Are you kidding? All you have to say is "I voted for Barack Obama", and they run to do everything for you.
L: But you didn't vote for Obama.
DM: That's hardly the point. Now come on, I'll drive.
L: Great.
AD: Hey, what about Fire? She kinda stormed out of here.
DM: We'll scoop her on the way.
*Time passes, we see Firewoman walking down the street all pissed off. Probably because she's just pissed off from before, but possibly because she can't find a bar anywhere. Davin pulls the car over to the side of the road, and Alex yells out the window*
AD: Hey pretty lady. Want a ride?
FW: *smirking* My auntie told me not to talk to strangers.
DM: Well, we're about as strange as it gets. Whaddya say?
*Fire climbs into the car and they take off, more time passes and they come upon what looks like a VFW hall or something. Of course, there AREN'T any VFW halls in Kenya, but you know what I mean. The four get out of the car, but Fire, Alex and Davin stop. Lucky sort of looks at them.*
FW: Go ahead, Lucky, we'll be in in a second.
*He goes in*
AD: Well, here we are.
FW: Ok, would you two mind telling me what the fuck is going on?
DM: *tries not to laugh* Band Practice.
FW: Wait, what?
AD: Yeah, come on.
*The three head into the hall and we immediately see WHY a hall was rented. In no particular order, the following are already seated inside: Samantha Darling-Moreland, Shawn Johnson, Moonbeam O'Callahan, Alexis Darling, Spencer, Ashley, Chad Madison, Zane Myers, Bridgette, Lucky, Kai, Aina, Noelani, Opus and Spirios. Firewoman starts to take a seat, but Alex and Davin motion for her to stay standing. There are also 4 empty seats out there, seemingly there on purpose*
DM: In the words of the great Honorable Mayor Thomas M. Menino of Boston...THANK YOU ALL FOR COMIN'!
*smattering of applause*
AD: There are...forces...that are in OOWF today that are working against what this company is all about. And that's competition. So what we have here today are people with similar interests, and who want the same thing.
DM: Let me be clear, this isn't the reformation of anything-
FW: Well...yet.
*They all look at her smiling*
FW: What? I look stupid to you?
DM: But if you look around, you'll see an awful lot of familiar faces - people who, at a time in OOWF History literally...not figuratively, not hyperbolically, not abstractly or tangentally...but LITERALLY saved this company from it's own demise. The "War", such as it was, was ended. And history will forever ascribe us, in this room, as the winners, and the ones that ended it.
AD: There are lots of new faces here that weren't around the last time. And that's ok, because we need you all on board more than ever. Davin and I disagree as to whether or not we're on the path to yet another war. But one thing we CAN agree on - it's better to be prepared than to be surprised.
DM: There has been a lot of collective water under our bridges, God knows. Lots of tension, lots of incompatible egos, lots of reasons for us all to be sniping at the fringes at one another. But in one way or another, there is one irrefutable fact. We're all interconnected.
AD: We're all family.
DM: Right. And sometimes family doesn't get along. But that's what this is all about. We're all a lot different than we were 3 years ago. We've all won SO much, and we've all got claims to stake for our legacy when it comes to OOWF now. The days of "know your role" have long since passed us by.
AD: Which is why we think that a loose affiliation might be the best way to go.
FW: For now.
AD: *smiles* Yeah.
DM: But family is family. Not family by name, or family by bloodline necessarily, but family by choice. And when someone hurts my brother or my sister, it is my responsibility to make sure that doesn't go unpunished. In the words of the guy I didn't vote for, "I am my brother's keeper. I am my sister's keeper".
AD: So no. What we used to be will not be again. That name is forever retired to the history books where it belongs. But that doesn't mean-
*Alexis stands up*
LD: That doesn't mean that the "band" can't get together for a concert or two from time to time.
DM: We don't always need to be on the same page, but we should be in the same book. And in the words of my dear friend who ISN'T here, but can certainly jam with us in the future...Das whassup. Knowwhatimsayin?
*smattering of applause*
AD: Ok everyone. That's all we've got. But, we've got the hall for like 3 more hours...so let's get shitfaced!
*Almost everyone cheers for that*
DM: Um...Or Not!
*Chad and Zane cheer for that, along with a couple of other random voices*
DM: The reunion tour. It may be coming to your town soon. Keep an eye out.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 14:53:55 GMT -5
~~~ FADE IN and we see The Texpress traveling walking in silence to the Charter bus Bridgette has procured for the African Trip. Chad gets gets a text on his Still Unsponsored Cellphone and speaks softly.
Chad: Lineup is posted.
Zane: Does it matter?
Chad: Not really. Opening match against TBA
Zane: I don't care
Chad:.....
Zane:.....
Chad:.....
Zane:.....
~~~ They board the bus in silence. ~~~
Chad:...... So, Van Halen
Zane: Yeah.
Chad: Sounds..... interesting
Zane: Whatever.
Chad: You're not intrigued at all
Zane: I don't care.
Chad:.....
Zane:.....
Chad:.....
Zane:.....
Chad: This should be a fun trip
~~~ He opens a 20 oz. bottle of Aquafina, takes a long drink and sighs. ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 14:55:29 GMT -5
Suddenly, the bus stops short, driver yelling incoherently. Someone is standing in the road. The doors open as Chad and Zane look up.
Eco: Hello, boys.
Eco is standing on the bus in full suit, with two armed Kenyans in tow. Zane rises, but the second Kenyan clutches his semi-auto tighter.
Eco: Easy, Chiumbo. You know...I was watching your match this past Wednesday. Zane, I saw how the referee got all "up in your business." And even though you lost...I think all of us recognize, how very talented you both are.
Chad: So what? Are we still on opening duty?
Eco: (smiling) Well, naturally. As stated before, your talent is well suited to enthuse a crowd. However...that status could be negotiable. That status could change for wrestlers who chose to take on...extra responsibilities.
Ecosystem steps closer to Texpress, near-breathing down the neck of Zane, who looks to be busting with rage.
Eco: I was watching your little...what should we call it, "pow-wow," with all your little fan favorite friends. And I watched, I watched as Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling waved their little dicks around, and talked about a war long gone. And they talked about how everyone had a special legacy of their own...even though it was still Alexander Darling and Davin Moreland at the front of the room.
So you can take their "loose affiliation," and see if you can trade it in for a nice car or a new house. See if you can make that affiliation help Texpress achieve the legacy you want...before your time runs out and the big man here gets a little...gassed?
Zane: If you so much as--
Chad: Zane, they both have guns.
Eco: Or you can take...a second path. You can play ball with your good friend, the CEO. You can stand by my side and choose to "loosely affiliate" with the power in this company. And then we can talk about contract re-negotiation.
Eco steps back.
No matter what you may think of me...I do well by my friends. Stank had everything going for him before he walked away. All he had to do was tell me he was sorry. But he was too proud. Don't be too proud to make the smart decision, boys.
Ecosystem walks off the bus and the camera follows. His cell phone rings and he picks up.
Eco: Hello? Yes...Yes, I talked to Texpress. Bring the Kings down to my office when you get a chance, won't you? I can take or leave Eric in that group...look, I don't know where they all stand...of course I have a backup plan, Josef. Goodbye.
Eco hangs up.
Eco: Always..always have a backup plan.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 14:56:37 GMT -5
Firewoman and Samantha are sitting at the same table at the Kenyan version of the VFW hall. Fire is less pissed than before. Samantha's is partially osbcured by both the table and a large potted plant.
SMD: So...what happened? I mean you had it pulled all together, and then just...*wham*
FW: Well, it's not too complicated. I knew what was happening ahead in the story line, so I had to come up with a reason why Ecosystem would interfere in the match and suspend Fire pending investigation, so a bit of a Come to Goddess meeting with some rebar seemed to be a good idea.
SMD: Right...well, what about Evans then?
FW: The whole thing is to set up how Fire's mind isn't where it should be for 'some reason' and that she continues to minimize Evans, to the point that costs her, or would have even without Eco's interference, the match. So a little slap...ba da bing, ba da boom. Fire's losing her grip, she dismisses Evans as being unworthy, which he of course IS NOT unworthy, so she learns a valuable lesson about not doing that, etc.
SMD: Kay.....
FW: But now that's of course not the story. Fire lost because BKK attacked her before the match, so we either run with that, Evans looks like he can't beat a healthy Fire, or we step back and regroup. I'm not sure which direction, but I'm sure we'll figure out--
Fire and Samantha are interrupted by a potted plant being flung in their general direction by Kayfabe, who gives the both a stern look. They duck, just in time, and the pot shatters onto the floor.
FW: I mean...what I meant to say was...I dunno, it was just all the pressure, it got to me and I snapped?
Kayfabe smiles and disappears.
SDM: Are you getting enough sleep? You look pale.
FW: I always look pale.
SDM: True.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 14:57:59 GMT -5
Cold open to a small alter placed near the edge of the crater of Kilauea. A Hawai'ian priestess is holding a black stone high in the air and chanting. She then places the rock on the ground, grabs a bottle of gin, and pours it over the rock. The gin sizzles on the rock before it rolls off to the ground. The priestess places the empty bottle on the ground, chants a few more words, breathes in deeply, and then sighs. She then looks to her left.
P: It is ready my child.
The priestess grabs the rock and hands it to someone off camera. The camera then pans and we see Noelani clutching the rock. Noelani gives a sideways glance to the camera and grins.
N: It's time.
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 14:59:36 GMT -5
*OOWF House Show - Nyangoma, Kenya* *Carl from Fresno has just finished beating the ever-living bejeezus out of one of the Four Norsemen, Nohj Strebor. Suddenly, an Unfamiliar Song, "Operating Correctly" by 7L and Esoteric f/ Mr. Lif comes over the PA, which pretty much consists of some dude pressing play on a JamBox. The crowd is intrigued as we see several people walking out from the curtain. They pop huge as we see Alexis Darling, Shawn Johnson, Moonbeam, Spencer, Ashley (since they were in the neighborhood anyway), and of course, Davin Moreland. Also, of course, he wants a mic.* DM: What's up, Nyangoma? *Cheap Pop* DM: Now, we here, as Americans, especially Shawn Johnson who's America's Sweetheart... *Shawn smiles and waves like she just stuck a vault* DM: We feel a kinship with you folks here, as, of course you well know, Nyangoma is the ancestral home of our President, Barack Obama. *Cheap Pop* *Davin hands the mic off to Alexis. Huh. We don't normally see Davin handing the mic off...to anyone* AD: However, for as much as we would love to stand here and get Cheap Pops from you folks all day... *Cheap Pop* AD: We actually have a few things we need to address. But now that I think about it, how about a couple more Cheap Pops? *Cheap Pop* AD: For the first time in nearly a year, Nothing Happened is in the same ring! *Cheap Pop* AD: And something else! My sister Spencer and her girlfriend Ashley are in the same ring with us for the first time in nearly 3 years! *Cheap Pop* AD: Yeah, it's a new and interesting time here in OOWF. To be honest, it's a little strange...even a little disconcerting. There has been so much water under the bridge. Hurt feelings. Betrayals. But sometimes, there are bigger forces that force you to put that stuff behind you, you know? And...um... *Alexis appears to choke up a little bit and makes a beeline for her sister, giving her a big hug. Shawn takes the mic, since no one else can seem to find it.* OGMSJ: Hi Kenyans! *Instead of a Cheap Pop, they all just say "Hi".* OGMSJ: You know, you people aren't so bad; even if you are inf- *Moonbeam sprints across the ring and puts her hand over Shawn's mouth* SFJ420: Dude, she was gonna, like, say...uh..."infinitely better than people in other countries". *Cheap Pop* *She hands Davin the mic again, and the crowd starts to buzz* DM: But enough cheap popping, because I, for one, am tired of hearing someone's mouth. I know what you're thinking, but no, Moosehead Jack the hypocrite, you know, the guy who said I talk to much, and then spent the next month promo-stalking me...He's actually stayed quiet now. Good. Now maybe people can be more productive with their lives - instead of having to take a nap after Moose trots out the same 5-year-old lines he's been using since Establishment. *Crowd Laughs* DM: On the subject of Establishment, however, it's not Moose I want to address - It's my good friend Junichiro Muyo; better known to you folks as Ecosystem. *BOO~!* DM: And also on the subject of old and tired acts; it's pretty apparent that this one has run its course. The All-Great and Powerful Oz - Leader of Men racket doesn't pass the laugh test anymore. Let's check out the past history, shall we? Establishment - Moose turned on you in the least shocking outcome for a stable ever. LOADED- You proved that you're nothing more than a novelty comedy act. Everyone abandoned you until there was no one left. Team Bennett - Hell, Juni, you couldn't even get in the top 5 in that pecking order. You know, mainly because you're a comedy act and a joke. Deviled Eggs - That, Junichiro Muyo, was a mercy killing. You filled that stable with a whole bunch of nothing. People who didn't care or were too fucking fat...I'm looking at you Stan Fulton...to do anything. How many people were IN that stable, anyway? 10? 15? Outside of Eric, that stable had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. And what took you months to build...well...it took me all of 3 weeks to destroy. That's right. 3 Weeks. And I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the fact that you stood idly by and WATCHED IT HAPPEN as I tore Deviled Eggs down bit by bit around you. Trinity - Even drugs and mind control couldn't keep Trinity together. That really should have been your final indication, Junichiro. The fact that you're simply not a leader - you're a pretty good comedy act, and that's it. So when you claim to be a leader of men, it's more than disingenuous. It's an outright lie. You couldn't lead yourself, never mind any other man, out of a paper bag. Me? I've done it successfully 3 different times. All goals met. Even in GFY, Juni. Even there, I fulfilled the goal set by my mission statement - to improve young talent and prepare them to be champions. And guess what? They've all become champions. Run DEA? That speaks for itself. And Team Davin? I managed to unite people who absolutely hated each other to beat all your sorry asses down. You feelin' me, Junichiro? Some men are leaders. Some men are jokes. Junichiro, I keep telling you this because I think you keep forgetting. You are a joke. You. Mario...yes, it's-a you...BRICK~!...all of you. Jokes. Intended to be the piss break between matches. THAT is your destiny. So you have this CEO title, right? I give you credit for this: you've run that title into the ground faster than I think anyone else could. You've disgraced the company. You've cheapened our Championships. You've tarnished the History of the OOWF so irreparably that it can never be erased or forgotten. In other words, you've done what you do best. You've made OOWF a laughing stock. A joke, as it were. In fact, all your actions display a transparent actuality. Classic Napoleonic Syndrome. That's right. I know you know what that means, Junichiro, but for the benefit of everyone else, that's Little Man's Syndrome. *Alexis appears by Davin and holds the mic to her mouth* AD: Also known as "little dick" syndrome. All that's missing is you driving around in a fucking monster truck. OGMSJ: Oh come on Lexie. It's not his fault. He IS Asian after all. Let him drive his Monster Truck. It's all he has. DM: Or a Porsche. He's even got his Blackwater Security folks for his gunplay. AD: Is that a Freudian-generated syndrome? DM: Huh. I'm not sure. I'll look it up when we get back. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Sometimes transparent Napoleonic Syndrome is transparent Napoleonic Syndrome. Junichiro, before you are spectacularly dismissed from your current position - and I guaran-damn-tee you that you will be. You have, as they say, an opportunity, although I doubt you'll take it. This is your chance to actually be a man. Not a joke. Not a little man trying to prove he's big, but an actual man, Junichiro. Apologize. Then resign. Your day of reckoning will be upon you much sooner, rather than later. Remember how long it took me to destroy Deviled Eggs? You don't think I can accomplish the same thing against JUST you in a similar time frame? There's a reason the Board of Directors still exists. It's the balance to your check, as it were. They give plenty of rope for you to hang yourself with, and you're double and triple-tying the noose. Don't you have some family, Junichiro? What's her name? Maya? Mia? Something like that. All I know is that she's got to be completely embarrassed by her big brother right now. Mainly because he's portraying himself to be so small. You're desecrating your own family's history now, regardless of what you're doing to OOWF. What's your response, Muyo? Suspension again? Whatever. Firing? Yeah, good luck with that. Armed guards at all times? That gets expensive, and Blackwater is a big P.R. nightmare back home. I suggest you heed my advice. Step 1: Apologize for your actions and behavior. Step 2: Resign your position as CEO/GM. Step 3: Restore all titles to their rightful owners. Step 4: Forget the idea that you can lead anything. You couldn't lead a starving man to a McDonald's. Just stop. Step 5: Do what you do best. Be a joke. You're at your best when you're OOWF's Court Jester. Firing off one-liners and dancing in the corner for quarters. That's-a you, Junichiro. You're a joke. You should start acting like one instead of going all Black Widow on the company that gave you a means to support yourself...and your sister. Where is she, anyway? Shouldn't she be here as some sign of support? I'm tired, Junichiro, but you know that every word I say is the unvarnished truth. These people in the ring know it. These people in the crowd *cheap pop* know it. Everyone on OOWF-TV knows it. I will warn you, and this will be your only warning. Do not fuck with us. I guarantee you will not like the results. *Operating Correctly hits again as everyone in the ring leaves to a huge ovation as an impromptu autograph session starts* *fade* |
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 15:02:40 GMT -5
Through the miracle of Skype on their smart phones...
DM: So...you did keep looking.
FW: Of course I did.
DM: Even though you told Alex...
FW: Look, Eliot owed me a favor, I said sure, knock your socks off. Then Eco pretty much SAID where she was, and Eliot's been keeping track of her ever since.
DM: So? What are you waiting for?
FW: Huh?
DM: BRING HER IN.
FW: Davin, I'm trying really hard here. No more intrigue, no more underworld dealings, no more unnecessary violence.
DM: Oh, so this is since Wednesday then....
FW: I slipped. And at least one of those was far from unnecessary.
DM: True. Look, I get it. You don't want to do anything Bad. Bringing her in isn't BAD per se...
FW: ...
DM: ...
FW: You're going to have to define for me what's bad. I need help with where the boundaries are.
Fire absentmindedly lights up a cigarette. Davin equally absentmindedly takes it and extinguishes it on the ground.
FW: Would you QUIT with that? Why are you--
DM: Bad would be some sort of physical attack.
FW: Oh...
DM: Or torture.
FW: Oh...
DM: Or waterboarding.
FW: No, I think that's allowed now.
DM: It would be bad to waterboard an innocent girl. It's not like she's Muslim.
FW: Hmmm....
DM: Bring her in for some sort of reunion.
FW: Okay...Let me give Eliot a call.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 15:04:18 GMT -5
*The crew has left the Nyangoma arena. After all the paying customers got all the autographs they could want, they've all split off in smaller groups as they're exploring the shops and whatnot. The camera focuses on Shawn Johnson and Moonbeam, who have paired off together. Shawn's walking past the shops and heading to what looks like the town hall. She goes in and there's an older man there*
OGMSJ: I don't speak click-click. Do you speak-a English?
OM: Apparently better than you do.
SFJ420: Come on, Shawn, man...
OGMSJ: Well, I'm a citizen of the United States...you know...A-MER-I-CA-
OM: I would never have guessed.
SFJ420: Dude, can I apologize now for what has happened and probably still will happen?
OM: It's ok, Ms. O'Callahan. We get people like her lurking around here every few days.
OGMSJ: How do you know her name? Are you a Socialist or something?
OM: *sighs* Believe it or not, you two are kinda famous.
OGMSJ: Oh. *brightens after hearing that* So anyway, I'm here to see-
OM: Let me guess. President Barack Obama's Birth Certificate?
OGMSJ: Wow, you're good!
OM: Yeah.
OGMSJ: Ok, so make with the paper already. Chop Chop.
SFJ420: Jesus, man...
OM: Unfortunately Ms. Johnson, the President's Birth Certificate isn't here.
OGMSJ: It's not?? CONSPIRACY!
OM: Well, no.
SFJ420: I told you this already Shawny-J.
OGMSJ: How isn't it a conspiracy? SOCIALIST! ISLAMIC CALIPHATE!
OM: Because the Birth Certificate isn't here. It's somewhere else.
OGMSJ: Where? Is there more than one Kenya?
OM: Ms. Johnson, the Birth Certificate is in the same place where the President was born.
OGMSJ: Right. Kenya.
OM: No, Ms. Johnson. Hawaii. One of your 50 States.
OGMSJ: *whispers to Moonbeam* Hawaii's a state?
SFJ420: Yeah man. Ask the Flyin' Hawai'ians if you don't believe it.
OGMSJ: Ok, but I don't believe-
*The older guy busts out a laptop. There are 3 tabs, one with the Certificate of Live Birth and one with the Long-Form Birth Certificate. The other has the birth announment*
OM: See, Ms. Johnson? It's all right here.
OGMSJ: PHOTOSHOP!
OM: No.
OGMSJ: CONSPIRACY!
SFJ420: No.
OGMSJ: ...
SFJ420: Thank you for your time, sir.
OM: My pleasure, Ms. O'Callahan. Ms. Johnson? You should listen to her more.
OGMSJ: BUT HE'S A MUSLIM!
SFJ420: No honey. Let's go.
OGMSJ: ...
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 15:05:38 GMT -5
Davin Moreland’s phone is abruptly shut, as he is shoved against the wall by armed guards. Eco comes around the hallway with a lead pipe, which he swings into the throat of Davin. Davin gasps as one guard holds his hand over Davin’s mouth. The others flank the sides, pulling out guns as they watch for members of Davin’s family.
Eco: Davin, you are an underachiever. Always have been, always will be.
I’ll give you one thing, Davin: you have always accomplished your goals, whereas I have not. But I think the most sensible thing here may be to look at scale. My goals have always been lofty. Your goals are the equivalent of Derek Jeter promising one on-base hit during the year.
You want to talk about how your little stables made champions? We work in a company that defends titles weekly—of COURSE championships are going to cycle through your friend circle if it’s big enough. And that’s the metric we’re using for success? Really? Well hey, my last little run with Trinity made Tytan a World Champion. It’s not quite the Davin Moreland strategy of standing adjacent to talent as they succeed, but it’s good enough.
What have my goals been? Rebuilding people from the ground up. Controlling this company and this industry. Those are real goals, Davin. And I’ve had real successes, some temporary successes, and a lot—a LOT—of failures. But you know what? It’s fine. Without me, Tyler Vangarde would still be an addict, Tytan would still be a monster, and Lisa would never have gotten the medical help she needed, the residual chemical reaction ensuring a baseline level of stability.
Let’s look back at our histories. You were a bipolar community college child. I am a YALE-EDUCATED, SELF-MADE MILLIONAIRE. And while Davin Moreland made his millions collecting salaries and corporate sponsorships, I BUILT A BUSINESS from the ground up. You’re thirty-four years old, Davin, and all you will ever be is a professional wrestler.
You want to talk about me being a joke, the man who talked to a pole? Let me break it down simply, Davin: you’re in control for right now. But eventually, you’re going to break. And unlike when I broke, and walked out of this company, you’re not going to be headed to one of the most prestigious law schools in the nation, you’re going to be headed to the nuthouse. I can picture it now…Samanatha taking care of an older Davin, bipolarity forming a potent cocktail with dementia. Did you know one in three sufferers of bipolar disorder attempt suicide at some point during their lives? Do you really want to bet you’re the exception?
But I’m sure you’ve tuned me out by now, Davin. So I’ll say this, and this is the one thing you should take away:
Don’t you ever, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, bring my sister into our fight.
She’s not here backing me up because I have asked her, begged her to stay away from this. You know this.
See, it’s clear to me that Davin Moreland is more than willing to use his family as props—even when the heat is on, and you get a little scared and send the wifey home for a bit so that big bad Eco can’t hurt her, you always bring them RIGHT BACK HERE, because at the end of the day, it’s about Davin first and foremost. Whereas I would rather deprive myself of the love and presence of my family than subject them to the dangers of the OOWF locker room.
If you have Fire bring her here, showing her face to a world that could hurt her…then my goals will no longer be lofty, Davin. Then my only goal, from now to judgment day, will be to make Davin Moreland’s life a living hell. Moose’s perspective on Alex will be a schoolyard scrap compared to what I will do to you.
You can think I'm a joke all you want, Davin. But it doesn't take some big snarling villain to ruin someone's life. All it requires is someone with nothing else left to live for.
Don't push us down this road, Davin.
Eco goes down to one knee as the guards release Davin. They keep guns pointed at him, gesturing for silence.
Eco: I'm actually begging you. Don't push us down this road. I know you don't believe me, but you don't understand what you're doing here. Please, Davin, please.
Eco and Davin share a stare. Eco gets up, shaking a bit, blinks something out of his eye, and walks off with his guards.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 15:06:41 GMT -5
COLD OPEN on a monitor showing one of the prior promos by Davin Moreland:
The camera pans back from the monitor to see Stan Fulton standing watching said monitor, the OOWF Intercontinental Championship belt over his shoulder. Oddly, Fulton has a big smile on his face.
SF: "Why thanks, Davin, for working on getting my name out there and trying to get me over.
"Martha! Can we usurp Eric's bit and send Davin something?"
A voice from off camera yells back.
MR: "We can't send fruit! Eric's got his lawyers trying to copyright the sending of fruit. We don't need the hassle of trying to fight it."
SF: "So what can we send?"
MR: (still off camera) "How 'bout flowers?"
SF: "No, I got it. Send him a ham! I think Meat of the Month Club has a special."
(back to the camera) "And thanks, Davin. You're not such a bad guy."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 15:08:10 GMT -5
*Later on, Davin is back at the locker room with Samantha*
SDM: You ok?
DM: Sure. Not the first time I've had guns pointed at me.
SDM: Still.
DM: Still. Junichiro just proved that everything, EVERYTHING I said was Gospel Truth.
SDM: Sure looked that way, anyway.
DM: Try to discount me, try to build himself to a level he's not at. It's hilarious though.
SDM: What?
DM: The man who's held the World Title more times than anyone else is an "underachiever". And they call me delusional.
SDM: Hey, he can call you that. He's a YALE-EDUCATED, SELF-MADE MILLIONAIRE.
DM: And I'm a Cape Cod Community College self-made millionaire. So clearly that Yale Education and $2.50 can get you a Dunkin' Donuts Iced Coffee. Besides, I've driven you past New Haven. It's a shithole.
SDM: Yeah, it makes Newark look like Westchester County.
DM: Barnstable, though? Cape Cod? Cummaquid? The definition of picturesque New England beauty. New Haven? The definition of shithole.
SDM: All you'll ever be is a professional wrestler.
DM: Yeah. That's all I'll ever be. You know, except for the whole owner of Davin Moreland Enterprises Inc. LLC thing. If Junichiro wants to play fast and loose with the facts, that's his business. The truth is on my side. And this little incident just proves it.
SDM: If I may...
DM: Sure thing, Babe.
SDM: You really nailed it with the Napoleonic "Little Dick" Syndrome. He just did it again. He couldn't confront you himself, so he brings in the hired Blackwater goons to point guns at you. He tries to impress you with the whole YALE-EDUCATED, SELF-MADE MILLIONAIRE thing...you know, like that matters - not to mention all the other non-accomplishments he brought up. He's terrified, Davin. He's terrified that he has YOUR attention now. Before, it was lots of fun and games-
DM: Right, what he's actually good at.
SDM: -but now, as J-P would say: "Shit jus' got real yo". He knows he can't stop you, so it's all damage control until eventually-
DM: Until eventually he gets fired, and we all get back to some semblance of normal. Hey did Fire talk to you about his sister?
SDM: Yeah. She's working out a plan now.
DM: Good, because Junichiro needs to know something. He said "Don’t you ever, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, bring my sister into our fight." Unfortunately for Juni, he's got some sort of mental block. You see, this is already personal. If you recall, you've brought my wife and my cousin into this. One was tortured by his hand. The other was tortured, drugged and brainwashed by his hand. You know, because no one would actually give him the time of day if they were in their right mind.
SDM: So what are you going to do?
DM: Heh. Junichiro made this personal. It will be heartwarming to see he and his sister reunited in some capacity, wouldn't it? I'm sure she's very understanding; and won't mind the ridiculous cage he's constructed for himself. I'm sure she'd be very, very proud of him destroying what he created just because he's...inadequate. The clock's running, Juni. 4th quarter and you're down 30 points. What are you going to do? The smart move is punt, you know, like the Eli do in virtually every game. You're not Tom Brady. Hell, you're not even Tom Ramsey. Punt, Juni. It's the right thing to do. Before you make an even bigger ass of yourself.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 15:09:39 GMT -5
CUT to Fulton's locker room again.
SF: "Martha! Send Davin a tenderloin and a nice side of smoked bacon."
MR: "What did he do this time?"
SF: "He's getting me over like I've never been gotten over before. Here. Watch this from last week."
Fulton somehow gets the monitor to show a specific clip.. kind of like how the wrestlers somehow get their highlights shown on IMPACT Wrestling or WWE Raw.
MR: "You started the Eco as Napoleon bit!"
SF: "Well I think so. It might have been said before and I missed it. But no doubt, Davin is a really righteous dude."
MR: "You sound like Moonbeam."
SF: "Coooooooooooooool."
MR: "Davin's gonna put you on his fraud list and call you a douchebag now."
SF: "When I'm wearing this?"
The camera pulls back to show that Fulton is wearing a (very large) T-shirt that says "Davin Moreland GOATour 2011".
SF: "That man's a marketing genius."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 15:10:33 GMT -5
We’re in the high tech locker room suite that IQ provides every week at the arena. Psykle is throwing a bit of a fit…OK, he’s in full out rampage mode.
Psykle: I HAD THEM! I COULD HAVE BEATEN THEM ALL!
Psykle breaks a leather chair with a swift kick through it…OK, maybe more of a stomp. IQ makes a note on his phone.
IQ: Calm down.
Psykle: I HAD THEM! BEAT! THEN IT WAS ONE MATCH WITH ECO AND I WAS THE CHAMPION!
Psykle throws a chair into one of the flat screens. IQ makes another note on his phone.
IQ: Seriously, this rage is not what you need right now.
Psykle: AND NOW I’M IN AN ONSLAUGHT RULES MATCH?!?!?
Psykle grabs IQ’s laptop off the table. Right before he throws it across the room, IQ grabs his arm, takes the laptop out, slides behind Psykle and applies a combined one-armed Hammerlock and Dragon Sleeper…the famed IQ Test! Will Psykle be smart enough to tap out?
IQ: CALM THE FUCK DOWN NOW!
Psykle struggles in the hold, trying to power out, but the move is locked in, and IQ has kicked Psykle’s knees out, bringing him down and giving IQ the leverage to apply it solidly. Psykle struggles some more, but finally taps out. IQ lets him go and Psykle apparently has regained his calm.
IQ: Glad to see you’ve at least learned to contain your rage enough to know how not to fail the IQ Test.
IQ chuckles a little. Psykle chuckles a little as well, before they both start cracking up uncontrollably.
Psykle: You know I coulda gotten out of that easily?
IQ: You know you owe me $15,000 for the chair and the TV?
Psykle and IQ give each other a staredown before they both start cracking up again.
IQ: Alright look, here’s the deal. You need something more regimented in the ring to help you learn to control the rules. You’re facing Matt Folz in an Onslaught Rules match, and I want to make sure you know what those rules are.
Psykle: I know them.
IQ: What are they?
Psykle: Dude, I know them!
IQ: First, I’m not your “Dude”. Second, if you know them, recite them.
Psykle: Are you serious?
IQ: As a heart attack.
Psykle: Fine. Rule One - Matches are 15 minute time limit - unless specifically requested otherwise.
IQ: Which this one has not been, so remember, you need to win within 15 minutes.
Psykle: 13 minutes more than I’ll need to beat Folz.
IQ: You’re getting ahead of yourself. Rule two?
Psykle: Rule Two - The title can change hands on an intentional disqualification or count out.
IQ: Which is not applicable as this is not a title match.
Psykle: Yea, why isn’t it?
IQ: We’ll get to that. Rule three?
Psykle: Rule Three - Each wrestler gets three rope breaks during the match, after that, the ropes can no longer save them.
IQ: Which means you can torture him with the submission moves we’ve been working on.
Psykle: Can I use the IQ Test yet?
IQ: No, you haven’t earned it. Rule four?
Psykle: Rule Four - Each wrestler gets three warnings from the referee, the fourth results in a disqualification, if it is the champ that gets disqualified, they lose the title.
IQ: Which means you need to be VERY careful with your rage, or you will be disqualified.
Psykle: Yea, yea, I know.
IQ: Rule five?
Psykle: Rule Five - 20 count before a count out.
IQ: Which means you can pound him outside of the ring for twice as long.
Psykle: Not that I’ll need to.
IQ: So we think. Rule six?
Psykle: Rule Six - Handshake before, and after, the match (as often as possible).
IQ: Which means keep your cool before the match, and after the bell rings, you regain it, and you regain it quick.
Psykle: Right. So why isn’t this a title match against Alex Darling? Or at least a number one contenders match? I was just competing for the World Heavyweight Title.
IQ: Because this is your first match in the division, and you need to prove yourself. Don’t worry. Eco and I have talked, and the long term goals I’ve set for you are being served best by this course.
Psykle: Alright.
IQ: Now, go take a shower and don’t forget your medication.
Psykle: Yes sir.
Psykle makes his way to the showers. IQ checks something on his laptop, and once he hears the sound of the shower, he takes out his cell phone and makes a call.
IQ: The next phase has begun.
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 15:11:43 GMT -5
**Regicide are in their locker room, and we catch them in mid-conversation.**
Tytan: “When we agreed to team up, one of the things we said we’d do was keep Eco under control.”
L.D. Williams: “And we will.”
T: “How does not getting involved accomplish that?”
LDW: “Right now there are a lot of people with more immediate reasons to go after Eco. We’d just be piling on. If Stank or Fire or, I hope, even Alex or Davin, wants or needs our help, they’ll ask. Besides, we have other priorities.”
T: “Beat Drink & Destroy and then the Kings.”
LDW: “Easier said than done, but that‘s part of it.”
T: “What else?”
LDW: “Common opinion these days seems to be that I’m washed up and you’re a lackey. We need to put an end to that.”
T: “The titles will do that.”
LDW: “True. They’ll also give us the leverage we need when this whole war thing goes pear-shaped.”
T: “Speaking of which, we should talk to Moose about his plans.”
LDW: “Maybe not yet.”
T: “Why not?’
LDW: “The one thing I’m sure of in this mess is that I’m not going to back Eco. Period.”
T: “And you think Moose will?”
LDW: “Van Halen.”
T: “With Darling and Moreland on the same side, you figure Moose will side with Juni.”
LDW: “That, or we have a three-sided war.”
T: “Well, at least it would be something different.”
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 15:12:35 GMT -5
Ecosystem and his guards head into his office still in foul mood. He has his two guards with him and notices the lights dimmed and his office chair facing away from the door, and leaning back slightly. Ecosystem comes to a stop staring at the back of the chair.
Voice: You have been wanting to meet with me for a while.
Ecosystem: (sighing) Yes I have, but now is not the time Mr. Dinero
The chair spins around and we see DVD sitting in the seat, a serious look on his face.
Ecosystem: Look I have already had a rough day, let's reschedule shall we.
DVD: Oh, I know the day you have been having, we saw your little run in with Moreland.
Ecosystem: We?
Without warning DH and OBJ step from the shadows and lay out Eco's guards with a Dream Street and a Chomp. They are both down. The door then slams shut and a very pissed off DDT stands in front of it.
Ecosystem: You boys don't want to make this mistake.
DVD: Oh, don't worry Juni, we aren't here for retribution. This is not like with Moose. We understand, Davin threatened your family, and you responded, we get it, we do.
Ecosystem: (beginning to smile) So you have come to work with me?
Danny violently shakes his head no. DVD picks up a remote and walks over to a television that is on the wall. It is labeled the Juniriotron.
DVD: It's not the attack that has us mad, it's this.
DVD pushes the remote, and it shows a clip of Eco with Davin, and these words play
Eco on tape: all you will ever be is a professional wrestler!
DVD pauses the tape, and walks over to stand in front of Ecosystem.
DVD: These three have spent most of their lives being professional wrestlers. It is their life, it is something they all are proud of. No matter how smart, or successful or powerful you think you are, none of it will protect you if you ever insult what these men are again. They have all dedicated their lives to being the best they can in this business, and it is NEVER something to be ashamed of. So Do Not Do Insult It Again.
The last part is said so loud and vehemently that spittle flies into Ecosystems face. Eco calmly wipes it away and narrows his eyes. He speaks his next words calmly.
Ecosystem: Do not forget who you are talking to. I am the CEO of this company. With a word I can strip you of the trios belts, I can have security close down the Destroyatorium, I can have your group punished in ways you can't even begin to imagine.
DVD: Yes you can, and if you do, you will find us raining down a level of destruction upon you that will make the "war" between Rick and Bennett look like schoolchildren playing fucking patty cake. No one is untouchable Juni, never forget that. Besides, you are going to be slightly busy for the immediate future.
With that Drink and Destroy begins to leave Ecosystems Office.
Ecosystem: What do you mean I will be busy?
DVD: (holding the door handle) I told Justin you had the DDT belt.
Ecosystem: But I don't.
DVD: He doesn't know that.
With that Justin pops up from underneath Eco's desk and hops onto it.
Justin: I WANT MY TITLE. DOUGHAWK AWAY!!!!!
Justin leaps from the table just as DVD shuts the door. We hear a loud crashing noise as the camera Fades.
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Post by BookerShark on May 20, 2011 19:50:13 GMT -5
~~~ Chad Madison is sitting inside Ric's Sandwich Shoppe, finishing off a sub when he is suddenly joined by Davin Moreland! They exchange man-hugs and knuckle bumps ~~~
Davin: Number 9 Steak and Cheese?
Chad: No not today. Just a plain old Club Sub.
Davin: How's Zane doing? You two left the VFW Hall before I got to talk to you.
Chad: Zane.... I wasn't in the mood for socializing.
Davin: I see that. You know, My door is always open... unless you plan to hang out in the CEO's office (Breaks into a big grin)
Chad: That's another thing. Normally Zane would have ranted and raved about the audacity of Eco to even think that we'd join him. Instead... Nothing. Even Bridgette is having a hard time talking to him, and she's NEVER had that problem.
Davin: Well.. like I said.. the door's open.
Chad: What about Sam?
Davin: She'll understand. She might not like it, but she'll be Ok.
Chad: You know..... being Tag Team Champions is all we've focused on for a decade, especially since we came here. Now, He just doesn't seem to care. No watching tape, no workouts, Heck, I had to crash a house show last week to stay in in-ring shape.
Davin: Maybe this week will be different.
Chad: Doubt it. But thanks.
~~~ Chad busses his tray and walks out slowly...... FADE ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on May 21, 2011 1:49:46 GMT -5
<Ecosystem throws Justin Sane out of his office, after an obvious scrap. Eco has a cut over his eye> Eco: And stay out, ya dum sonofa-- Oh, Death, Oh Death, oh Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year<Eco turns around to see a hooded figure sitting at his desk> But what is this, that I cant see
with ice cold hands taking hold of meEco: Who the hell are you anyway? You want a job? <The hooded figure picks up the World Title belt, holding it in gloved hands. It rises> When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
who will have mercy on your soulEco: You're not taking my title. Hood: <raspy, distorted> ...why?[/i] <The Hood jumps over the desk and lands, staring Eco in the face. There is a pause.> Oh, Death, Oh Death, oh Death,
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soulHood: Everything Dinero said...you could have said once. You knew it, but you forgot. Wrestling is nothing to be ashamed of. Wrestling is what we live for.[/i] Hood: I remember what this championship means. And I will come to take it back, when I wish.[/i] Oh, Death,
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.<The Hood places the title belt on Eco's shoulder and walks through the door> Oh, Death, Oh DeathEco: Take it... back? <Eco shakes his head and looks down the hallway to see...no one.> my name is Death and the end ïs here...<A date comes across the screen…> 06-08-11[/i][/size] |
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Post by BookerShark on May 21, 2011 19:15:41 GMT -5
(Tytan and LD are seen eating Slim Jims watching something on You Tube.)
Tytan: I still think this is one of the best matches in Wrestlemania History. The way Steamboat and Macho did this match. They told a story, you almost never see a match like that anymore.
(Kayfabe enter and looks at Tytan and LD and stares. She then sees what they are watching. LD looks at her and offers her a Slim Jim she takes it and sits down and watches the match with them.)
LD: I couldn't agree with you more. This is truly a classic.
(Kayfabe nods in agreement.)
Tytan: You know it seems like the sides are starting to form.
LD: True.
Tytan: And since Moose isn't around right now. Maybe you should arrange a meeting with the others.
LD: For what?
Tytan: We need to start sticking together. Like you said they think you are washed up and they still think I am a lackey. Maybe we need to start something to prove that they are all wrong.
LD: (smiling) I like the way you are thinking. Maybe I should start making some calls after this.
Tytan: It looks like a war is coming. Maybe it's time we start getting ready for it.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on May 21, 2011 19:16:23 GMT -5
Firewoman is on the phone TALKING~! This time we cannot hear both sides.
FW: Yeah, it's me.........Eliot got you my message eh?......................Yeah, well, I know what we discussed earlier but .... well, I don't know if I'm going to be able to swing it now................well, he suspended me.....yeah, so.........huh? .... what do you mean.......where are you calling from, exactly?.....hello?
Firewoman shuts her phone in disgust.
FW: And they say MY family is crazy.
Her phone rings again. She answers.
FW: Oh...hey bro........yeah...no, I'm not going to Japan.......why would I?............can I bring Alex?...........nice mouth..............yes, in fact I DO have other plans. I am going to sit here and drink and smoke and mope about how once again I screwed up a good thing...........no......I think .... I dunno, I'm hungry again.............ok....see ya, Moose.
Fire hangs up as we FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 22, 2011 17:41:09 GMT -5
Lucky comes in as Fire sits THINKING~!
L: Uh oh....I don't like that look.
FW: You know....Moose is right.
L: Huh?
FW: Do two things. Book me a flight to Japan and look after Opus 'til I get back.
L: But you're only suspended pending investigation, and --
FW: They're going to drag their feet.
L: Um...what about Alex? I mean, it's not right if you leave me to deal with--
FW: Well, if you can tear him away from chatting with Selena, and he notices, tell him not to worry, I'll be back.
L: Um...okay.
[*FADE*]
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Post by BookerShark on May 22, 2011 17:42:17 GMT -5
(Tytan is seen with SFJ.)
SFJ: Tytan it seems no one is really commenting on any matches this week. Care to change that?
Tytan:Not really but I guess I can do something for you. D&D look this is business it seems Regicide has something to prove to the rest of the OOWF. They think LD is washed up, they are calling me a lackey. Well guess what, that don't sit well with us. We are Regicide we came together for one reason. We want the Kings and we want those straps.
So, D&D this is personal. We are going to take what is ours and you are just going to be another stepping stone on the way to the top.
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on May 22, 2011 19:56:42 GMT -5
COLD OPEN on an old-school OOWF banner. Standing in front of said banner is the attaché of The Crusher Stan Fulton, Martha Rodriguez. Next to her on a stool is a basket of assorted sausages and pepperoni.
MR: "Good evening OOWF fans. Please welcome my guest at this time. He is YOUR OOWF Intercontinental Champion, The Crusher! Stan Fulton!"
Fulton walks into camera with a chorus of boos coming from ... somewhere.
MR: "Crusher, for the third time in as many weeks, you are one-on-one against Drink & Destroy member, DH Magnusson. Can you explain the reasons?"
SF: "Martha, thank you first for the introduction. To answer your question, I think the upper echelon of the OOWF is waiting for me to make a statement. They saw that in my title defense against DH Magnusson I barely showed any offense. I got the win though.
"Then, last week, DH Magnusson again kept me from putting together more than a move at a time. He got the win in that non-title match. Now the proverbial third fall. Again, my title is not on the line. But if I lose again, OOWF Management might see that I'm not worthy of holding this Intercontinental title. Theoretically, I could be stripped of the title and reassigned to curtain jerking matching against Carl From Fresno. (cheap pop for Carl) That's not going to happen. I plan on making Maggs my bitch. This match won't be booked so shitty like the last two."
Kayfabe drops from the ceiling like in a Mission: Impossible scene, but she misaligned her drop and misses Fulton completely crashing to the floor in a heap. Fulton looks heavenward, crosses himself and drops an elbow on Kayfabe. He rises from the floor pointing his fingers to the sky.
SF: "Rest in peace, Macho Man. Give Elizabeth a hug from us all."
MR: "Amen.
"Let's get back to you, Crusher. You've got a lot of irons in the fire right now. Let's go through them a bit. First of all, your challenge to World Heavyweight Champion Ecosystem, the CEO of the OOWF."
SF: "Eco's scared. He's busy working over a rookie. A talented rookie, but a rookie nonetheless. When, he's done playing with Lobo, Psyckle and the reincarnation of The Dead, my challenge will be right there on his desk."
MR: "Moving on. Your alliance with Moose, Stank, LD and Tytan."
SF: "What alliance? There's been talk. That's all it has been. And I should say, none of it with me. The other four might be talking, but no one's called my phone. I'd love to work with them, but I'm not holding my breath. I've got work to do and money to make."
MR: "Finally, can you talk a bit about Davin Moreland?"
SF: "Sure, Martha. Because Davin doesn't get enough said about him. He's the Greatest of All Time."
Fulton shows his Davin Moreland GOATour 2011" shirt, available on OOWFShop.com.
SF: "He's been getting me over the past few days. Mentioning me in promos, bringing up my promo material and making it his own. So I signed him up for the Meat of the Month Club. In fact these sausages are being delivered to his dressing room later on tonight."
MR: "Good luck Wednesday night, Crusher."
SF: "Thank you."
MR: "I'm Martha Rodriguez for OOWF-TV. Enjoy the pain."
FADE
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