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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 18:19:34 GMT -5
<AS Fulton finishes his promo, his phone rings. We only get to hear one side of it this time>
SF: Well, I thought you would never call...........so you saw.........yeah, ok.........fifteen minutes? Yeah I suppose I can get them all together.........ok.......yeah ok
<Fulton hangs up and leaves without a word>
......15 minutes later.......
<we see Stank, LD Williams, Tytan and Stan Fulton sitting around looking at Stank's computer, the screen blinks and we see it is a Skype session with Moose (is Skype a sponsor now?)>
MHJ: Gentlemen
LD: Moose
MHJ: Look, I know I haven't really finalized anything with any of you. With this suspension, I had to get out of there before things got worse, for that, I apologize. LD, I know you don't want to side with Eco, I can't say I blame you. And Stank.....after what Eco did to you, I understand you not wanting to side with him either. And Tytan, you clearly have issues with him. I am not asking any of you to side with Eco. Stan, you want his head on a platter, so I certainly wouldn't ask you.
SF: That's all well and good Moose, so you know our reasons for wanting nothing to do with him, but I gotta ask, where do YOU stand with him?
MHJ: <Moose thinks for a moment before he answers> We are in a unique position here. Stop and think about it for a moment. Eco, despite his stated desire, has started a war within the OOWF. His actions are making him new enemies every day.
Sta: Including us. What does that prove?
MHJ: Eco is going to eventually need someone to back his play
Sta: No way Moose. You heard what we all said.
MHJ: And I understand that. Completely. Eco has managed to screw you over Stank, and brainwash you Tytan. And given half a chance, he would do the same to LD and I as well. But......if we don't give him the chance.......
Tyt: by kicking the shit out of him
MHJ: Or.....making sure he NEEDS us
LD: Moose, that is a fools deal, and you know it
MHJ: It's either going to be us or BKK
Sta: Let BKK back his play then. They will all go down in flames
LD: The way it is looking now is Davin and Alex are going to take him out, or at least try. Let BKK and Eco go to war with "Van Halen" We can sit back and pick the bones. While they are killing one another, we step in and take the gold.
MHJ: <smirking> I like how you think LD, always have.
SF: So, what, we just sit back while "Van Halen" gets all the credit?
MHJ: Davin and Alex can not coexist for long anyway. So fuck Dan Halen and his little buddy Alex. None of us want a war, so fine. Let them do the dirty work. LD and Tytan, Regicide is going to get their shot, those tag belts are going to come home. Stan, look man, I am sorry for not coming to you sooner, but you are finally hitting your stride, you can hold that Intercontinental title as long as you want. You take out DH, and that weakens Drink and Destroy. And Stank.....you will get that world title back, I have no doubt.
Tyt: And what about you?
MHJ: I am going to come back and beat Dan Halen to within an inch of his life. Cut off the head and the body dies. Look, I am not telling you guys to do anything. The second we say we are all united, those idiots are going to scream bloody murder and shift some of their focus to us. They are scared to death of the five of us coming together, and rightfully so. DEA, or whatever the hell they want to call themselves, have the numbers, but we have the talent. Let them do their thing, we can lay low and do what we do best. When the time is right, we step in and take over. You guys think about it, I am going to lay low in Japan for awhile, serve out this suspension, I'll be back on the 15th. You have my number. Later
<the screen goes blank and LD, Tytan, Stank and Fulton look at one another as we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 18:20:21 GMT -5
Stan Fulton comes down the hallway from the group meeting and bumps into Eco.
Eco: Office. Now.
Fulton walks into Eco's office.
Eco: I saw your challenge.
Fulton: Been waiting for a response.
Eco: I was also watching your bull session with Moosehead Jack. The man talks sense sometimes, you know?
Fulton: Well sure, he made a big plan. You make plans too. Fact is, for the short term, all I was offered was a pat on the back to keep the title I already have.
Eco: (smiling) Smart man.
Eco comes around the desk, manila folder in hand.
Eco: See Stan, there are very few people I like around these parts. There are even fewer people who I like who don't like me. But you...I respect you, Crusher. I always say throughout my career, everyone has turned on me--Moosehead Jack, Knife, Voltage, Tytan, Wrath, Davin Moreland, Firewoman....and on and on. But you and Bryce Larson...you two never turned your backs on me. You felt betrayed after I chose to come back from the dead with Trinity...and you were right. And I owe you an apology for that.
Fulton: Maybe I wasn't clear enough, or maybe my words were too simple for you: I was challenging you for the World Title, not challenging you to reach greater levels of suck-up.
Eco: Stan, I don't feel the need to suck up to you. You're the Intercontinental Champion, I'm the World Champion and CEO. I don't care how much noise is being made, I'm still the one who holds the power in this relationship.
You want a title match? It'll come. But not soon. All this noise I'm making, all these matches I'm interfering in...all building to the Pay-Per-View with Alex. The OOWF's greatest hero against its greatest villain...we'll tear the house down, unless Egomaniac Davin Underachiever Moreland begins to detract from Alex's brand.
Until then, however, I can make you a standing offer.
Eco hands the manila folder to Stan, who opens and peruses.
Fulton: Is this /another/ contract?
Eco: No. It's a Corporate Champion Certification. Basically, it's a supplemental form to your contract that champions in this company are eligible for...you might remember Stank threw his away.
Now, in that contract, there's a lot filled in. Media dates...that's filled in. Press conferences...that's filled in. Support of management...
Quick stare.
..that's filled in. However, you'll notice.
Fulton: There's a lot that isn't.
Eco: Right. So for example, the pay scale is blank. The "Championship Protection Clause" is blank--oh come on, you know what I mean by that. And the future title shot guarantee is blank.
Fulton: Interesting.
Eco: Indeed. And regarding that last one...you know, by the time you came around to challenging for my title, I might be a little tired after my long reign. Might have to nap, "lay down," so to speak.
So look over the contract. Make a few copies. Fill in the blanks with some different combinations, bring them back to me, and we'll see if we can't agree on one. Be well, Crusher.
Stan Fulton leaves with the folder. Eco picks up the phone.
Eco: Hello....yes, it's Juni...is that any way to greet your boss, Lisa?
Listen, I hear you're in route to Japan...yes, I am pissed, how good of you to notice...I want to make you an offer, Lisa....I want to make you an offer, FIREWOMAN, there...
No, nothing to do with the BKK--as far as I'm concerned, you were already suspended when they attacked you....Mmm hmm...okay, yes, obviously I will make a note...
Look, I'm tired of running backstage alone. You were a fine commissioner. I'm letting the suspension investigation continue, but I'm capping the length. And when you come back, you're commissioner again...yes, seriously....no, no catch. This isn't a game, I'm just tired of handling this shit myself...Davin? I meant everything I said, and you know it...Our relationship is not the same, no. But the same holds if you touch Mai....mmm hmm....mmm hmmm....
...listen, I told you what I needed to tell you. You have a job here when you come back, because on the whole, you did a good job and you didn't, in fact, screw up and throw it away. And I can recognize that even when I'm pissed at you. Now, you have the option to throw it away in Japan. I would advise against it.
Eco hangs up and lies back in his chair.
Eco: F. M. L.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 18:21:20 GMT -5
Fire hangs up from talking with Ecosystem, and smiles. She dials her phone.
FW: Yeah, Eliot?.......no, I'm at the airport, actually......I haven't decided yet.....................so, you got the package out of Japan without any difficulty? .... yeah?.......awesome.....that's why you're my number 1 retrieval expert.............................okay, yeah, that too....................................................................so when was that? ..............................okay, and where are you all now.......really?...............well, maybe I'll just have to pay you a visit...............naw, things are good........they ARE.......oh you do watch.............it's just a disagreement 'sall..............yes, I'll let you know..............okay, see you in a bit then..........
Fire hangs up and goes to the counter.
FW: Yeah, I'd actually like to cancel my ticket....My business appears to have changed it's location.
She completes her transaction and her phone rings again. She sits back down at a table with a caramel mocha and puts it on speaker phone so she can light up a cigarette.
FW: Yeah?
DM: Where are you?
FW: Airport.
DM: You're not--
FW: No but I need you to meet me someplace. Our package is in and I need you to come with me and--
DM: Sorry....no can do....I got appearances and stuff and--
FW: What do you mean? This is partly your idea! I .... dammit, don't make me say it.
DM: Say what?
FW: ..........
DM: Are you smoking?
FW: No! *she hides the cigarette behind her back, even though he can't see.*
DM: Dammit, Fire, you need to quit.
FW: You need to come with me...I....I need you ....
DM: Wow...wait....let me write this down...."Fire said the words 'I need you.' "
FW: I need you to make sure I don't....lose it....this plan has to go off without a hitch and I'm afraid when I see....
DM: The package.....
FW: Right....
DM: I hate this spy talk you guys do....
FW: I'm afraid I might....react.....badly.
DM: You won't. I believe that. Now, just do what you need to do, and let me know how it goes.
FW: Fine.
DM: and PUT THAT CIGARETTE OUT!
Fire snaps her phone shut, hanging up on him.
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 18:22:05 GMT -5
*Stank is sitting in his locker room. He stares at the wall in front of him blankly, without a hint of emotion, though who knows what's boiling beneath the surface? A few moments later, Stank slowly drops his head, glaring at the floor now as if answers lie there. He thinks back on what was said during the conference meeting he just had with his allies. He closes his eyes and his thoughts turn to a conversation he had with Moose just before deciding to come back to the OOWF.*
"just react."
"just"
"react"
"react"
"react"
Stank - Justin.
*Justin Sane has been sitting quietly at the far end of the room, staring at Stank.*
JS - Yes?
*Stank turns his head towards Justin.*
Stank - You and I are going to war.
*A wicked grin crawls up the sides of Justin Sane's face.*
JS - Yes.
Fade
1 Hour later
*The scene opens to outside Ecosystem's office. Four Blackwater Guards stand armed, but not really alert. Justin Sane walks up casually to the guards, giggling as if remembering a punchline to a joke only he has heard.*
Guard 1 - What's so damn funny?
Guard 2 - Ignore him. He's crazy.
Guard 3 - No I want to hear this. What's so funny little man?
Guard 4 - Yeah, tell us. We could use a laugh.
*Justin Sane simply stands in front of the four giggling uncontrollably.*
Guard 1 - Are you going to tell us what the joke is or not?
Guard 2 - Just turn around and go back where came from.
Guard - What's your problem? Are you insane?
*Justin suddenly stops laughing. In a deadly serious tone he addresses the question.*
JS - I get it, now.
Guard 3 - Get what?
*Justin's eyes widen.*
JS - IT!
Guard 2 - I told you. He's craz-
*The guard doesn't get to finish his words. Before anyone can react Justin Sane has hopped up and roundhouse kicked Guard 2 on his jaw, effectively rendering the man unconscious. Guard 2's gun falls out of his hands and as Justin Sane lands, he spins around and catches the weapon before it hits the floor.
Guard's 1, 3, & 4 back up and draw their weapons. Justin rolls out of the way of guard 3's weapons fire and springs forward, catching the side of guard 2's gun across guard 3's throat. While holding onto the rifle, Justin's momentum carries him up and over guard 3's head. Justin twists around and pulls, planting his knees into guard 3's back, and finishing the move with a perfectly executed LUNGBLOWER BACKBREAKER!
Justin releases the gun he used to pull back on Guard 3's throat. Guard 3 rolls off of Justin's knees, his back remaining arched as he clutches at his throat. Justin lies too close to Guard 3 so guards 1 & 4 dare not shoot for risk of hitting their colleague. Instead they advance angrily on Justin's position. As guard 1 gets close Justin spins and sweeps his leg out, knocking the guard off his feet. The guard's shotgun flies in the air, as guard 4 walks up to Justin who remains kneeled to the floor. Guard 4 holds the muzzle of his machine gun to Justin's forehead, and just before he decides to pull the trigger, he hears the cocking of Guard 1's shotgun.
Stank has caught the shotgun and fires it into the chest of guard 4. Guard 4 flies backwards from the impact. His machine gun falls out of his hands and Justin Sane catches it. Sane rises to his feet and walks over to the guard Stank shot. Stank walks over to guard 1 lying on his back. The big man boots guard 1's head knocking the guard unconscious. Justin kneels by guard 4 and checks his pulse. The guard lives, his kevlar vest took the brunt of the shot. He probably has cracked ribs, but he is alive. Justin signals to Stank that the guard lives and they both walk into Ecosystem's office. A shot is fired just above Stank's head as the big man enters. Justin Sane levels his machinegun toward Ecosystem's desk and opens fire. Bullets fly, peppering the wall behind Ecosystem's desk. Stank puts his hand on Justin Sane's shoulder and Justin stops shooting, his laughter replacing the sound of his quieted gun.
Ecosystem tosses his pistol to the side and raises his hands from behind his desk.
Eco - I SURRENDER!
Stank - Stand up!
*Ecosystem slowly stands with his hands raised as Justin Sane barricades the door behind them. Stank walks over toward Ecosystem and places the shotgun on Ecosystem's desk. He then sits in one of the chairs in front of Eco's desk, leans back, crosses his legs in front of him, and clapses his hands together. Ecosystem remains standing with his hands raised as he eyes the mohawked lunatic Justin Sane giggling, and continuing to barricade the door.*
Eco - You've really fucked up this time, Lucas.
Stank - Have a seat.
*Ecosystem turns his attention to Stank.*
Stank - Go ahead. Sit.
*Ecosystem slowly lowers his hands, picks up his overturned chair and once he has it propped upright he sits with his hands on top of the desk.*
Stank - Now is the winter of our discontent, Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
*Ecosystem begins to laugh.*
Eco - Lucas, seriously? You're quoting Shakespeare?
Stank - Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barded steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries
Eco - This is ridiculous. Just fucking stop. I am a busy man and have no time for foolishness.
Stank - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
Eco - CHEATED OF FEATURE BY DISSEMBLING NATURE, DEFORMED, UNFINISHED, SENT BEFORE MY TIME! YES I am familiar with Richard the THIRD! What is the poi-
*Stank suddenly rises to his feet and swipes the shotgun off of Eco's desk. He points the gun at Eco who clams up. There is silence amongst the three men in Eco's office before Stank sits back down with the shotgun in his lap. Stank continues to speak without further interruption by Ecosystem.*
Stank - Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days...
I am determined to prove a villain.
*Stank stares into the eyes of Ecosystem letting his last words hang in the air for a few moments more before resuming.*
Stank - And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the king, In deadly hate the one against the other: And if King Edward be as true and just, As I am subtle, false and treacherous, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up, About a prophecy, which says that 'G' Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul:
Here. Clarence. comes.
*Stank leans back in his seat and says nothing as he glares at Eco. A full uncomfortable minute of silence passes before anyone says anything.*
Stank - Speak Juni.
Eco - Who's Clarence?
Stank - I'm Clarence.
Eco - You? you're fucking kidding me, right?
Stank - You set it up that way.
Eco - And how do you figure that?
Stank - I was your corporate champion. I held the wolves at bay. You gave me power. Even some limited power over you.
Eco -
Stank - Oh sure it's a very loose interpretation but the sentiment fits. Who do you think is the King?
Eco - I am obviously.
Stank - And who is the one who's been walking around here talking about Winter is coming?
*Ecosystem sits and his expression changes as it dawns on him who Stank is talking about. Stank's chair creaks as he leans back further in his seat.*
Stank - Where's my World Title Belt?
Eco - You mean MY World Title Belt?
Stank - No. I mean MY World Title Belt.
*Ecosystem without thinking about it glances briefly over in the direction of where he keeps the belt. Stank motions for Justin Sane to walk over to the locker where Eco glanced. Justin Sane opens the locker and grabs the World Title belt from off it's perch. He brings over to Stank who takes it. Stank removes Juni's faceplate from the belt and plops it on Juni's desk. He then rises to his feet. Stank puts his hand on Justin Sane's shoulder.*
Stank - This is my warhound, Justin Sane. He is quite vicerally capable when you look past his lunacy. Your lunacy however, Juni, has proven capable of one thing. And that's destroying this company. Davin Moreland likes to talk about what he will do if you step out of line. Whether he realizes it or not you already have stepped out of line. Now I'm doing something about it.
Eco - What? You're going to steal my World Title? Do you actually think you still have a job after what you've done today?
Stank - I am still the World Champion. Call the Board if you don't believe me? As for what I've done? All I did was fuck up your guards. I shot one who was about to kill my warhound. And I haven't laid a finger on you.
All I've done, Juni is react.
Eco - This will not fucking stand! Do YOU hear me?
Stank - No. You HEAR ME! I am not interested in filling the role in Alex's little morality play. Winter is coming? Let him have it. In the meantime I will write my own play. The first act begins with you squandering what could have saved you, while I watch your world come crashing down all around you and then... I will react.
You brought these guns into the OOWF despite my explicit veto. You use them to show others your power. Now I have a gun as does my warhound. What does this say of your power that it can be so easily taken? Others may do the same.
If you don't believe me... then you truly haven't been paying attention.
*Stank rises from his seat and he and Justin remove the baricade from the door. They open it and find the guards still lying outside unconscious. Stank slings the World Title Belt over his left shoulder. He then holds the shotgun over right.*
Stank - How far do you want to escalate this, Juni? These guards were lucky to escape with their lives. You send any of them after me, and I won't be so nice next time. This is supposed to be pro wrestling.
*Stank pull his weapon down and looks at the shotgun in his hands.*
But I can adapt.
I can react.
*Stank and Justin walk away as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 18:25:28 GMT -5
Cut to Gus Johnson standing in the ring at a house show,getting a mostly positivie response because honestly, who can hate Gus Johnson?
GJ: Nairobi!, Kenya!, HA HA, how you doing tonight?
(Obligatory cheap pop from the crowd)
GJ: At this time I'd like to introduce my guest, one of the brightest stars in the OOWF, Mr Matthew Folz.
"Battle Without Honor or Humanity" starts up, as Folz makes his way to the ring to a less than enthusiastic crowd response and grabs a mic.
MF: I appreciate the introduction Gus, and congratulations on your new job at Fox. I believe I speak for many sports fans when I say we'll miss you doing the NCAA tournament, but I am glad there's now a possibility that you'll be able to call the games of the Defending Superbowl Champion Green Bay Packers.
GJ: BACK to BACK!
MF: You damn right. Jermichael Finley, best tight end in football, coming back healthy. Ryan Grant, back to back 1200 yard rusher, coming back healthy. Mike Neal, impressive young defensive lineman, coming back healthy. Woodson and Driver coming back completely healed from their injuries in the Superbowl. A full training camp for James Starks. The best draft class in the league. But I digress.....I know I haven't done one of these in a while, but I believe I'm supposed to talk about wrestling aren't I?
GJ: What are your thoughts about your match Wednesday against Psykle?
MF: Psykle, 7'3, 425 pounds, athletic, strong as hell, guy would kick my ass in a street fight. Unfortunately for him, we're not in a street fight, we're in a wrestling match, and that's what I do better than almost anyone else in the world today; WRESTLE. Not to sound overconfident, I take nothing away from him, but I'd be shocked if I lost Wednesday. He's not in the same class as me in terms of in ring skills. And whether these fans like me or they hate me, not one of them can deny that fact.
GJ: You've been strangely silent on the potential war that's brewing within this company, where do you stand?
MF: The reason I've been silent Gus is because quite frankly,I couldn't possibly care less. Why would I want to throw support behind anyone involved here? To quote Ricky Waters, "For who? For what?" For Eco? The man who stole my Intercontinental Championship solely to satisfy his massive ego? No, thanks. For the Five 2.0? If they'd want to hire me to do isolated jobs for them, fine, but a permanent alliance between them and I wouldn't work. For Dumbass Morleand and Alex fucking Darling? Please. If Bryce, Chris and Eric need my help, I've got their backs, but other than that the BKK are staying out of this.
GJ: Anything else?
MF: Nah, people are already bored enough with this promo.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 18:26:02 GMT -5
**Regicide are in their locker room, watching OOWF television.**
T: “Looks like Stank made his choice.”
LDW: “It does.”
T: “Should we go see him?”
LDW: “Not yet. He knows we’ve got his back. He’ll find us when he’s ready.”
T: “What about Fulton?”
LDW: “Stan’s…Stan. The guy’s definitely got a mind of his own. I’d rather have him with us than against us, but I doubt anything we say will have an impact on what he ultimately chooses. Best to let him make up his own mind.”
T: “There’s only one thing that bothers me.”
LDW: “What‘s that?”
T: “Justin has a gun.”
LDW: “Makes you kind of glad you’re not DDT champion, doesn’t it.”
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 23:06:05 GMT -5
The aftermath of Stanks actions are replaying on the OOWFTV, and we hear clapping. The camera pulls back and we see DVD standing clapping with a smile on his face. He stops clapping and points back to the screen.
DVD: This is what I am talking about, what you have just seen is a fire that I was afraid our world champ had lost. Now will his new mindset be good for us? Perhaps not, only time will tell... (a smirk forms on his face) but it will be a damn fun time. Now let me turn my thoughts to more immediate concerns.
DDT and OBJ walk into the scene standing on either side of DVD.
DVD: Regicide this week you face us in a match where a shot at the tag titles is at stake. This is a big moment, and Tytan had the audacity to call us stepping stones. That sir we will not stand for. Drink and Destroy is no ones stepping stone. You want to talk about being former world champs, and former tag champs. Key word there is former.
Both Danny and Jack nod in agreement at this.
DVD: The days of coasting bye on past accomplishments is over. It is what you do now. You both have the capability to beat us, we will not deny that, but we will not be an easy obstacle to overcome. Win or Lose when you face us this week, you will know you where in a fight.
DVD points to DDT.
DVD: This is Dynamite Danny Taylor, a man of no words, but many actions. Sound familiar LD?
DVD points to Jack.
DVD: This is Outback Jack, a man who holds a monster within.
With this Jack's eyes roll into the back of his head and when they roll back Jack of the Hinterlands is present.
OBJ: Hey Tytan, ready to play? Nothing like a good fight to get the blood flowing.
DVD: There are many similarities between our two teams. This fight should be great, but if you make the mistake of looking past us, it will be to your regret. We are Drink and Destroy, we do two things, drink and....well you get the point.
At this both Danny and Jack hold up empty beer mugs.
DVD: Huh, looks like the time for drinking is done. See you at Mayhem Regicide.
Jack breaks out into maniacal laughter, and DDT mouths the word boom as the camera fades.
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 23:07:25 GMT -5
*OOWF Interview Area*
Alexander is standing by watching a monitor as Spencer sets up for the interview and goes over some last second lighting. As Alex watches the hostile takeover in the CEO's office, he smirks. He continues to watch as more metaphors are passed back and forth until the end of the promo where Stank walks out with the OOWF World Heavyweight Title. Spencer calls Alex over and it looks like we are ready.
Alexander: Looking good Spence.
Spencer: Thanks bro...or is it brah, now?
Alexander: It is what it is and Pride speaks loudly when necessary.
Spencer: Well, moving on...let's start with the "issues" between you and your wife at the moment. She seems upset with some of your associates that you converse with.
Alexander: Fire gets mad. I'm used to it by now, and I hope she understands that my friendships and relationships with certain people have nothing to do with her. Since I found out who her brother is, I've never asked her to cut him out of her life even if I know it would the best thing she could do, so all I'm asking is she gives me the same courtesy and allows me my friendships and business relationships to make not only mine, but her life better as well in the long run.
Spencer: But you have to understand her side as well, don't you? Her history with them...
Alexander: Is nothing compared to my history with Moose. And yet, I don't say a word about it. I'm just asking for her faith that nothing I do will ever put her in a position she does not want to be in, nor will I ever force her to work with anyone she doesn't want to. Unlike other people.
Spencer: Okay, moving on...the band? Any comments?
Alexander: It sure does have people talking, doesn't it?
Spencer: Well, why don't you talk about it?
Alexander: The band is nothing more than a dysfunctional family really. In some cases, there's blood joining us. In others, piece of paper join us. And beyond that, just similar goals bring us together. We won't always get along and we won't always like each other. Sometimes we'll even downright hate each other and we'll fight one another. But the fact is we look out for one another...most of the time.
Spencer: So, the band is getting back together?
Alexander: No...the band never broke up Spence. We've changed members, we've formed side projects and sometimes those side projects will take precedence but the fact is the band that once was will always be.
Spencer: And how does this relate to the war you claim is coming or in fact, already here. Or as we Darlings like to say..."Winter is coming."
Alexander: Winter...war...whatever word I use doesn't change the fact that there are very few who understand what I am talking about. I have no interest in making war, but I also know that I will fight one. In an ideal word, Moonbeam is right, we'd make love not war...but this is not and has never been an ideal world. We fight battles each and every week. We fight for placement. We fight for money. We fight for power. And we fight for titles. Our titles just happen to actually be physical belts and not titles of power like Duke or Earl or even King. I'd love nothing more than to leave here, find a nice place to settle with my wife and family, and relax for the rest of my life...but that isn't the life I or we have chosen. We've chosen to be wrestlers and maybe my words are exaggerations, but I don't believe they are...we are at war. War with Eco and his regime. War with whatever the NotFive will call themselves. And war with Kings. And if I had to, I would fight those wars alone...but I know I don't have to. The band may not follow me to war, but Pride will follow me. And with Pride comes the wolves of war.
Spencer: In that case, it seems like this week will be a good opportunity to put yourself and others in good position for the upcoming battles. A match with both Stank and Ecosystem seems like a place to fire some shots for your side.
Alexander: It is and I haven't mentioned my partner yet, but Lobo may not be someone I've spent a great deal of time with outside the ring, but we have spent some time inside the ring and that man is as tough as they come. Eco has made himself a formidable enemy these past few weeks with how he's dealt with the Lobo situation. El Lobo Sangriento may excel in an Onslaught division environment but any person who can hang with Drink & Destroy can watch my back in the battle we'll have this week. And I will watch his.
Spencer: So, what about Stank and Eco then? You know those two have not gotten along in quite a while, but both are fierce in the ring. Any reservations or concerns?
Alexander: None. Stank and Eco may not like each other but they both like losing a whole lot less....well, Stank doesn't like losing. Eco's too insane to know what he does or does not enjoy. But I will not go into this week's match with anything less than 100% focus and I know Lobo is with me on that. But Wednesday is the precursor to this Sunday's PPV. And I have no idea what the board will decide, but I know I have Ecosystem this Sunday and world title or not on the line, my Onslaught belt will be and I will not allow Eco to steal yet another title. He can find any loophole he wants, but he won't be able to find one because he's just not that damn good. And when all is said and done, I'm still Alexander Darling, and he's still not.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 23:09:08 GMT -5
Kai and Aina are WALKING throughout the arena in Nairobi. Kono is holding hands with Kai. They've obviously seen the last few promos.
Aina: Pride? Warrior Wolves? Alex likes to get metaphorical.
Kai: Whatever that means, bruddah. The Kai doesn't know what that means, and The Kai does not care!
Aina: Okay, drop The Kai shit, bruddah.
Kai: Let me have some fun, bruddah.
Kono: Seriously, it's kind of dorky.
A woman yells behind them.
WVFBT: FUN?!?!
Kai, Kono, and Aina slowly turn around. Noelani is standing behind them.
Aina: Lani. You came back.
Noe: Had no choice. You boys fail and I leave to teach you a lesson. Then you spend the next few weeks cavorting with the Darling family playing Lifestyles of the Rich and Stupid.
Kai: Cavorting?
Kono: I'll explain it later.
Aina: Lani, we've had about enough of...
Noe: I have a gift for you boys.
Kai: The Kai loves presents! Is it pie?!
Kono: Ew.
Noe: It's from Poe. I think you'll like it. But you're not getting it now.
Kai: You come back, you bring pie!
Noelani saunters off.
Aina: More of her games...
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 23:09:48 GMT -5
Firewoman walks into the Darling suites with her bag from the airport, and watches the promo between Alex and Spencer. Once they are done they both look over to her.
SD: Hey.
FW: Hey.
AD: Hey.
OtP: *waddle waddle waddle*
Opus waddles over and hugs Fire's legs. She looks down softly at him, and smiles, stroking his head.
FW: Hey, little guy. I missed you too.
AD: Spence, can you--
SD: Yep....on my way out now.
Spence leaves. Opus is apparently satisfied that Fire is home and returns to his seat where he was...reading the newspaper? Okay. Fire puts her bag on the floor.
FW: So....
AD: So decided to NOT run away from home this time?
FW: Um...yeah, I guess.....
AD: Uh huh...and it has nothing to do with the "package" Eliot delivered for you?
FW: What? No... I mean...
AD: I asked you and you said--
FW: I know...and ... Okay, you're right. I let Eliot keep looking for her...but I did tell him to stop, he just went ahead and did it anyway and then...
AD: Fire....Eco is crazy....not crazy like you....dangerously crazy.
FW: ....
AD: Okay, maybe exactly like you, but --
FW: Look...I PROMISE...it's not...what it looks like.
AD: ....
FW: Trust me.
AD: Really?
FW: Sorry, there's no other way to say that!
AD: Well, I want to believe you. So...okay, well I need you to know that--
FW: I know, I saw the promo.
AD: Just...there's a reason I'm talking to them, and I just need you to believe me that it's for the best, okay? I need you to...uh....
FW: "Trust me?"
Firewoman smiles.
AD: I am never ever going to say that...
FW: Okay....I'll try.
AD: Good enough.....so you staying, going, what?
FW: Staying...Eco said I'm still commish, after the suspension is over so...um...did you mean what you said?
AD: About what?
FW: The whole settling down bit....
AD: Well...yeah
FW: Okay....cool.....
AD: Are you okay? You look pale.....er.
FW: It might be the flu. I'm really queasy and sleepy...I think I'll just take a nap.
AD: Okay.
Firewoman goes to their room. Alex waits a few minutes and then follows her in. Opus sips his tea and turns the page of the newspaper.
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Post by BookerShark on May 23, 2011 23:50:11 GMT -5
~~~ FADE into the Texpress dressing room. We see Chad sitting with his laptop in an easy chair. Zane and Bridgette are sitting on the couch. OOWF-TV is on. in the background.
Bridgette: Guns. I'm... I'm not sure I feel safe here anymore.
Zane: We'll be alright. We have a knack for staying away from the craziness.
Bridgette: JUSTIN SANE HAS A GUN!
Zane: ..........
Chad: She kind of has a point. Really, what are we doing here anymore? No Tag Team Championships. No Chance of winning them anytime soon. Relegated to the bottom of the card. We have money. What are we doing here?
Zane: We have contracts. We have to stay.
Chad: We have agents. Attorneys. There are always ways out of these things.
Zane: No.
Chad: No? NO? NO? NO? NO Isnt' good enough here Zane.
Zane: We leave now, we're bout by a 3 month no-compete clause. That means no wrestling anywhere. You want that?
Chad: You call being stuck curtain-jerking with no chance at a Championship, Wrestling We won't be Wrestling in a meaningful match for who KNOWS how long!
Zane: ....... I
Chad: (cuts him off) And YOU! What Wrestling-related activities have you done lately? You've done NOTHING but sit on your..... ASS for a month now! I have been working out on my own. You haven't done ANY match prep in weeks! Bridgette set up the sparring session we did yesterday... not you! DAMMIT Zane! What the HELL is going on here!
~~~ Zane stares at the wall quietly and says nothing. Bridgette stares shocked at Chad. Chad throws his hands up in disgust and storms out.
He no more than opens the door when he bumps into a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist. ~~~
RNSFJ: Chad! I was just coming to see you!
Chad: Not really in a mood to do an interview right now
RNSFJ: Oh it's not that. You and Zane are on the No Contact list right now.
Chad: The What?
RNSFJ: The No Contact list. We don't interview people who are on that list.
Chad: So what do you want?
RNSFJ: Well, a few of the girls and I were thinking about hitting the hottub in the SFJ Locker Room and thought we'd like some company, If you know what I'm saying. (She winks)
Chad:...... No. I need to go out of here.
RNSFJ: I can be dressed to kill in 20 minutes
Chad: No thanks.
RNSFJ: 15? Make it 10 Minutes!
Chad: Really Darlin', I just want to be alone. I need some air. I'm going for a walk.
~~~ He heads out a side entrance and into the Kenyan night as the RNSFJ stands there slack jawed, unable to speak ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on May 24, 2011 2:28:30 GMT -5
*We cut to Chad Madison seated at a seedy bar - because they even have those in Kenya...probably. He's got a nearly completely full beer in front of him. Someone sits down next to him.*
S: Easy there, you gotta walk back.
CM: Shut up, Davin.
DM: Stop it. That was funny.
CM: Meh, you've had better.
DM: True. But I can't bring the funny ALL the time.
CM: So I guess you saw.
DM: Of course I did.
CM: I'm at a loss, Davin. I really don't know what else to do.
DM: I don't know what to tell you, Chad. You know as well as I do that he gets like this. It's not always sunshine and butterflies. You know?
CM: Well usually he's just being ultra-competitive or something. Not this time. It's like he's giving up.
DM: He's not.
CM: Sure seems like it.
DM: He's just dealing with things the way he deals with things. I mean, come ON, you know this.
CM: It...PISSES ME OFF!
DM: You kiss your mother with that-
CM: Don't.
DM: Fine. So you're pissed off. You're brothers.
CM: Psh. No we're not.
DM: Are we brothers?
CM: Well...yeah, I mean-
DM: So are you and Zane.
CM: Davin, I just can't take this anymore. I can't DO this. We're just so much gosh darn BETTER than this. We've got too much talent and experience and history and pedigree to be jobbing to jobbers or whatever we're doing this week.
DM: You kiss your-
CM: Ok, SERIOUSLY.
DM: You don't know who you're facing.
CM: I do. It's some jobber team. I just know it.
DM: Maybe not.
CM: What? Are the 80s Express showing up?
DM: Which one?
CM: ALL OF THEM!
DM: *laughs* See? That's better.
CM: It's just...I dunno...it just seems different.
DM: Well, what are you going to do about it?
CM: I don't KNOW, that's what I'm saying.
DM: Well *claps him on the back and stands up* You're the Captain. It's your job to figure that out.
CM: Not the captain stuff again. I mean, I KNOW it's just a joke. Everyone knows that it's you-
DM: *looks at Chad legitimately shocked* You think it's a joke?
CM: Well duh. It's kind of obvious.
DM: Dammit Chad. You're the Captain for a REASON. We elected you for a REASON.
CM: Yeah, so I'd feel important. I get it.
DM: NO!
CM: ...
DM: You're the captain because out of anyone, you're the guy. Without Chad Madison, there is no Texpress. There is no Run DLP. There is no Davin Moreland. So you can think what you want, I guess, but don't EVER question why we made you the captain. And no one's even pretended to take it from you since.
*Davin starts drinking Chad's beer*
CM: *sighs* Can you talk to Zane?
DM: *shrugs* I don't think anyone can talk to Zane right now.
CM: So what should I do?
DM: *gets up to leave* If it were me, I'd let him figure things out on his own. But I tend to be wrong a lot. That's why you're the Captain. You know what you're doing. Come on, let's walk back.
CM: *hops down* I'm serious about all this, Davin.
*They start walking*
CM: So who do you think we're facing this week? IHOP comes back to kick our butts?
DM: Hmm. Probably not IHOP.
CM: The Chicken...uh Heels?
DM: Please.
CM: Then who?
DM: Oh, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
CM: We're still going to be curtain jerking.
DM: Probably.
CM: Wait...do you KNOW who we're facing?
DM: Possibly.
CM: Wait. Who? Wait. How do YOU know?
DM: I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
CM: Aww Man!
*Davin's phone goes off, he reads a text message. Thanks to some quality INC work, we see it says "The package has been dropped off at FedEx"*
DM: Sweet.
CM: What?
DM: Oh, nothing much. Just eliminating another obstacle to restoring a little sanity in OOWF.
CM: Sanity? Don't you work for OOWF?
DM: See? Funny. You know what I mean.
CM: Davin, listen, you're getting back to doing things the right way. Don't do something you'll regret.
DM: Me? I haven't done shit except run my mouth. Meanwhile, Moose appears to have run out of skirts to hide behind, and Junichiro is learning that the end is nigh. Ol' Davin's going to be right again.
CM: *looks up almost hopefully* I sure hope so. Because this is NOT working for me.
DM: It's all going to go down, and war will be averted. I'm like Bill Clinton and Jimmy Carter rolled into one.
CM: Yeah. Rolled into one big Socialist. *smiles*
DM: Meh, a little Socialism never hurt anyone.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 18:30:14 GMT -5
There's a knock on the Darling Luxury Suites' door. Firewoman, who is inside, grumbles as she opens the door. On the other side is a decrepit old white haired woman in a Hawai'ian dress with a lei and a crown of flowers on her head. She's holding a leash with a large white dog at the other end, circling her.
FW: Uh, can I help you?
DOWHW: Can I bother you for a glass of water?
FW: Really? You came HERE looking for water? Catering's down the hall.
The old woman says nothing, just continues to stare at Firewoman, which is making Firewoman unusually uneasy.
FW: Try Texpress. They're freakin' sponsored by bottled water. Aquafina works for you, right?
DOWHW: No one else will give me a glass of water.
Firewoman sighs and stands aside to let the old woman into the Darling Luxury Suites. The old woman enters with her dog and sits on a large, comfortable chair. Opus waddles in...
OtP: *waddle waddle waddle*
...and screeches and waddles as fast as his little legs will take him back out of the room as Firewoman searches for water.
FW: Jameson's bottle...Jameson's bottle. Nope, that's another Jameson's bottle. Damn, I have to have some water around here somewhere.
Firewoman looks back at the old woman, who's sitting, looking around the Suite. The large white dog is sitting by her feet. Firewoman is getting more and more creeped out.
FW: The wet bar!!
Firewoman doesn't mean to say it that loud as it even gets the old woman's attention. Firewoman smiles uncomfortably and goes to the wet bar, grabs a glass, rinses it out a few times and then fills the glass. She takes it to the old woman and hands it to her.
DOWHW: Thank you child. No one would give me a glass of water. Bless you...despite your attitude.
FW: Listen grandma...
DOWHW: This is good water. Especially in these parts. I'm so far away from home. I don't like being this far from home.
FW: You must be a huge Flyin' Hawai'ian fan to come all this way to see them wrestle.
DOWHW: They're good boys. Will you watch after them for me? It's so far to watch them here.
FW: They're grown men. They'll be fine.
The old woman stares at Firewoman. Firewoman's creep out scale is reaching Ten.
FW: Sure. I'll keep an eye on them for you.
DOWHW: Thank you child. There's trouble ahead for them.
The old woman struggles to her feet. Her large white dog stands at attention. She hobbles towards the door, but turns back to address Firewoman.
DOWHW: There's trouble ahead for you too child.
The old woman seems to smile a wicked grin before heading out and to the right down the hall.
FW: What. The. Fu...
Firewoman walks briskly to follow the old woman out the door. As she does, she practically runs over Lucky.
LL: Sorry boss, but I wanted to show you...
FW: Not now Lucky.
Firewoman looks down the hall towards the old woman, but there is no old woman. Just a beautiful Hawai'ian woman with flowing black hair wearing the identical Hawai'ian garb that the old woman was wearing. And holding the leash on the same large white dog.
FW: That's. Not. Poss...
The Hawai'ian woman smiles the same wicked grin the old woman did and there seems to be a slight red glow in her eyes before she takes a step around a corner.
LL: Boss? You look like you've seen a ghost.
FW: I don't think that was a ghost...
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:11:51 GMT -5
(Regicide has just finished up some training and get cornered by a SFJ.)
SFJ: I'm here with Regicide and was wondering do you have a response for D&D?
Tytan: Jack you want to ask if I am ready to play, am I ready for a good fight. You see it's been a little while since I have gotten in the ring with you. It seems while you were content with your career going no where I was off winning titles and becoming something better. Am I ready for a fight, I am always ready.
LD: D&D you are right there are a lot of similarities between the two teams. But there is one huge difference between us. You talk about win or lose we will know we were in a fight. The difference is WE know that YOU won't beat us. WE know that our time is now, that we will beat you and continue our climb up the ladder.
Tytan: You see when we went with the name Regicide we knew that it meant something. We are the ones that are taking out the Kings and Legends of the tag-division and you boys need to realize that you are simply going to be the next team checked off the list.
LD: We are Regicide and your end is coming!
(FADE)
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:12:29 GMT -5
Stank is PACING~! in an undisclosed location, and keeps looking at his watch on his left hand while trying to not spill the very hot cup of coffee he has in his other. Finally a rented motorcycle roars up and stops, and Firewoman gets off the bike and approaches.S: You're late. FW: I know, sorry...I overslept. S: That's so unlike you. FW: To oversleep? S: To sleep. Here. Fire takes the coffee, takes a sip, looks at it, and makes a face.S: All those hours going on and on about how awesome Kenyan coffee is and that's the face you make? FW: Naw it's good, it's just not...sitting well. S: Okay. We doing this or not? FW: Sure, let's go. Fire puts on her earphones, and starts running. Stank is initially behind her, but manages to catch up and keep pace with her. Yay improvement!S: So, Eco's reinstating you as commissioner. FW: *pulliing an earphone out* Huh? S: I said, Eco's reinstating you as commissioner, when the investigation is over. FW: I guess. S: Any idea why? FW: Nope. I'm sure he's got some sort of scheme all plotted out. S: Probably...just watch your back. FW: Damn straight. Some moron gave Justin Sane a gun. Firewoman smirks at him. He shakes his head as she replaces her earphone. They run a bit more, but Fire's not picking up the pace like she usually does.S: So are you not going to Japan? FW: *taking her earphone out* Huh? S: To Japan...Are you not going to go see your brother? FW: No, I have some things to take care of here. S: Opus? FW: Well, yeah, but if I'm getting reinstated I'll need to keep up with what's going on...Plus...I wanna check on Texpress....I know they're struggling, and they were supportive when I ... came back, so I just want to return the favor. S: Ah...Van Halen. FW: No, Stank...there's no Van Halen reunion. I mean, there might be, but I'm not going to be a part of it. S: Really? So the Five then. FW: No.....I'm kinda......I don't want to get in any more stables right now...if you'll recall my last one wasn't exactly a positive experience for anyone.....I just.....I don't want to be in that again. S: I get that... FW: I mean, I'll still have the backs of people who are family to me, and who are LIKE family to me..... S: Like me. FW: Like you...and LD....and some others....but.....maybe someday. Not now. S: I get that. Fire again replaces her earphone and they continue running. They get to the halfway mark and then turn and head back toward where their vehicles are. Stank maintains his pace, but Fire starts to fall behind, and appears to be struggling a little bit. Stank notices, so he slows down.S: Damn, woman, what is wrong with you? I know I've gotten better, but you should still be able to run laps around me. FW: *Removing her earphone again* Huh? S: Alright enough. Stank stops dead in his tracks, causing Firewoman, who has not been paying attention, to nearly run into him.FW: What? S: You tell me! You never run with headphones, what is going on in that crazy head of yours. FW: Huh? Nothing, I just...I don't have any energy. This flu is kicking my ass I think. S: You should see the doctor. And the headphones? FW: Oh...well, weird, I just keep hearing these songs in my head, and they won't go away. So I downloaded them to my mp3 player and... Stank snatches it away from her (as they are now at the cars) and plugs it in to his auxiliary jack to listen. FW: Lucas, please...I don't want to shock you. S: I remember that death metal crap you and Moose listen to... This ain't gonna shock me. He hits play and when the song begins, a look of what can only really be described as shock gradually comes over his face.www.youtube.com/watch?v=33ykYFxzp58The song shuts off, and Stank slowly looks up at Fire.S: Really? FW: I told you....I just have a big....I dunno...CRAVING for their entire catalog. S: .... FW: .... S: I....I just don't know you anymore. Stank hands her the mp3 player, and gets in his rental car, closing the door. He heads back toward the arena. Fire puts the earphones back on, gets on her bike, and goes the opposite direction.
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:13:26 GMT -5
*We see Firewoman heading back to the arena on her motorcycle, with, obviously, no helmet. She hops off, and still has the earphones in her ears from before. She's half-singing along*
FW: Tragedy...when the feeling's gone and you can't go on it's Tragedy...When the morning cries and you don't know why, it hard to bear...with no one to love you you're going...no...where...TRAGEDY!
*She actually starts dancing around to, yes, the BeeGees, while fishing her cigarettes out of her pocket. She lights it up, when suddenly a big hand out of nowhere, snatches it out of her mouth and crushes it on the ground.*
FW: HEY!
*We see Davin, with his cigarette still in his mouth*
DM: The BeeGees? Really?
FW: WHAT THE...wait...did you steal my cigarette because I was singing the BeeGees? Cause that's kinda messed-
DM: This is the same guy who used to have Duran Duran as his entrance music.
FW: So no?
DM: No.
FW: Then why? Why do you keep DOING that? It's really starting to piss me off.
DM: I'm looking out for your health.
FW: Oh fuck off you hypocrite. You're still smoking yours!
DM: Do as I say?
FW: Whatever *she goes grabbing for her cigarettes again, but Davin stops her again, grabbing her arm* Ok seriously WHAT THE FUCK, DAVIN!??!
*He picks up a filter from the ground and shows it to her*
DM: See this?
FW: It's a filter, ass.
DM: You've been hanging out with Alex too much.
FW: I don't have time for this.
DM: Filter. Look at it.
FW: Ugh...FINE!
DM: How many rings do you see?
FW: Um...one?
DM: See? I see two.
FW: The fuck? What does that even-
DM: Torrach, Lisa.
FW: Don't call me....wait, WHAT?!?
DM: You heard me. Torrach.
FW: *still shocked* There's no way-
DM: There is.
FW: But-
DM: No.
FW: And-
DM: No.
FW: There is NO FUCKING WAY. And moreover, there is NO WAY YOU KNOW THAT!
DM: Well, at a different time, maybe. But over the last few months...I think I know all about Torrach. At least, what I can know, anyway.
FW: You're nuts, Davin, you know that?
DM: I do. Ask Samantha. And if you don't believe me, you haven't been paying attention. Trust me.
FW: And we've entered the "Davin steals catchphrases" portion of the promo.
DM: BOOYAH BITCH!
FW: Ok, I'm going now. See ya around. Or something.
DM: *gets right in her face and leans down so it's eye to eye* Lisa. Torrach. I'm serious. Please know that I know this.
*Firewoman walks away with a blank face. Davin starts humming "Massachusetts" as he walks in the other direction*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:14:38 GMT -5
Zane Myers is SITTING~! staring off into space. Firewoman comes up next to him.
FW: Hey, Lucious.
ZM: I always hated when you called me that.
FW: Duh, I know...that's why I did it. Mind if I sit?
ZM: Yes. Very much so.
Fire sits anyway. Zane rolls his eyes, and looks straight ahead.
FW: Look...I know Eco is being.....Eco right now....but it's not going to last.
ZM: It doesn't matter.
FW: It does matter. Look, I can't go into details but--
ZM: *turning angrily to look at her for the first time.* Look, I know you have some sort of evil plan in the works. You always do. I want you to leave me out of it.
FW: Me. Not us?
ZM: Us?
FW: You and Chad. He's your brother and--
ZM: You are REALLY going to lecture me about Chad. You. After everything--
FW: Yes, I fucking am, and you're going to sit there and listen.
ZM: I don't think so.
He stands up. Fire follows suit.
FW: Really...don't test me.
ZM: Or else what? You haven't actually changed you know. Chad thinks so but--
FW: Zane....this isn't about me. If it were just you, I wouldn't actually care what you did. But Chad needs you.
ZM: He can wrestle on his own.
FW: Sure he can. And he's great. Better than you, although he doesn't realize.
ZM: Gee thanks.
FW: You're welcome. That's why I need you to snap out of it. You wanna circle the drain, that's find, but as both a friend of Chad's and the commissioner of this organization, you're having an affect on him that I can't allow.
ZM: Huh?
FW: You want to walk away, I won't stop you. But if you go out like this, all mopey and angry, you spit on the legacy of Texpress, Team Aquafina, and your brother, and my friend. THAT I will not allow.
ZM: Whatever.
FW: Yeah, whatever. You wanna try and match me anger management for anger management, that's fine. At least you'll look like you give a damn.
ZM: Just what the heck is your problem?
FW: Right now it's an employee that's dragging another employee down with him. Look, you don't like me. Fine. I don't care. But we both care about Chad.
ZM: Uh huh.
FW: I do, and you know it. And I've never seen him like this, even after what I did. So please believe me when I say that....it will get better.
ZM: Yeah? When...
FW: I....well, I can't say...but....just trust me.
ZM: Yeah...right.........
Zane storms away.
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:15:27 GMT -5
*Numbers fly across the screen. Letters scattered all around. Words...or are they? The screen basically looks like this... www.youtube.com/watch?v=toLB-O4j_FM&feature=related...and then afterwards, the screen goes pitch black.* Right now, you are hearing the voice of the White Knight.*The lights come on and Eric, in an undisclosed location, is wearing an all black suit in an all white room. At various intervals, the color schemes change to an all white suit in an all black room.* When you look at my suit, you see a mixture. When you look at the background, you see a mixture. It's all a big shade of gray. At one point, like now, you'll see me wearing all white. But in a moment's notice, again, like the present, I'll be wearing all black.
What does it mean?
It represents the battle within. The battle of good vs. evil.
We are all born with both qualities within us. How we choose to live our lives, well, that's up to us. We can choose to harness the evil inside and destroy what lies in our path. OR we can choose to act on our good thoughts, and avoid battle.
At this point in time, ladies and gentlemen, we are hearing the threats of war. Winter is coming, we hear. We have to choose sides. The next OOWF war could destroy the OOWF. And of course, the ever so popular...there is no war coming.
Let me tell you now that there IS a war coming. That is truth.
However, everything else you hear are lies.
We have to choose sides? It's a lie. There are only two sides, but the sides have already been chosen. Good and evil.
You would think that our resident good guy Alexander Darling and his darling wife Firewoman have chosen the good side. You would think that the beer drinking, ass kicking members of Drink and Destroy have chosen to be good. You would think that the members of Regicide are incessantly evil. That Ecosystem is an evil party.
The truth is...they are all on the same side.
EVIL.
Yes, you heard me correctly. They all represent evil. In fact, the OOWF is the personification of evil.
You see, only those who are evil can be hypocrites. And the OOWF is about as hypocritical as they come.
Everyone in the OOWF gives me hell because of who my Dad happens to be. They hate his product, they say. They hate the WWE. The OOWF is SOOOOOO much better than this.
But it's not.
How many times have we bitched about a match in the WWE, or hell, even TNA going to a no contest? Now, how many times have OOWF matches gone to no contests?
Let's go through my fellow champions. Ecosystem or Stank? Who's the World Champion? No one knows! We would call bullshit if this were TNA or the WWE.
Alexander Darling claims to be the face of the company. The good guy. The man with all the battle scars. But what is this good guy trying to do? He's trying to start a war!
Do good people start wars? No! Evil people start wars.
Let's look at his wife. The lovely Firewoman. Hell of a talent. She's kicked my ass a time or two in the ring. Even out of the ring.
But she's unstable. She too, wants to start a war. She wants to be in the front office. She wants to be on top of the standings. She wants it all, and if it isn't going her way? She'll just attack you and get her way. But she'll use words like "psychologically damaged" and "drugged" to make you think that she is a victim.
She's not.
She's the instigator. She's the one who causes all the problems. And she's a big reason why a war is coming in the first place.
Let's look at Drink and Destroy. The Hawaiians. The Texpress. My competition in the tag team division.
All hypocrites. Drink and Destroy? Do good people drink and destroy?
The answer is no, ladies and gentlemen. Good people do NOT drink and destroy. So Drink and Destroy are evil.
The Texpress? Sore losers. Prideful. Always pointing out how much better they are than everyone else.
Except they aren't anymore.
They are liars. They aren't the measuring stick anymore. They are barely sticks. Do good people like?
They do not. The Texpress is evil.
The Hawaiians? They are greedy. They keeping getting matches against myself and Bryce Larson, despite the fact that we have beaten them over...and over...and over again. In fact, after the last match, it was said that they will be at the back of the line for a shot at the tag team titles. Yet, we are still facing them, titles on the line or not. Are good people greedy? Do good people take more than they deserve? You know the answer by now.
I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Regicide. They already know they are evil and there is no disputing that. Their name is to imply that they want to kill the kings. And as one of the Kings of the tag team division, I find their name appalling, and I find their schemes not at all entertaining.
By the way, did people like Heidenreich? No? Would they have liked a Heidenreich and Chris Benoit team? Because that's what you have with LD Williams and Tytan....and that sure as hell is evil.
I could go on and on. I could mention Davin Moreland, even though he is a friend, whoring himself all over television worse than a fired John Cena. I could mention Moosehead Jack, who apparently has no real reason to be in the wrestling business except to amass friends by 5 and talk about trust.
My point is....the OOWF doesn't need to go to war.
The OOWF has already been destroyed from the within.
And the talk of war...the upcoming winter, as it were? Will do more harm than good. Because of all the talk of sides having to chosen and the battle lines being drawn....everyone in the OOWF is on the same side.
Evil.
Everyone, that is...except for me.
You see, there are two sides to every coin. The OOWF is evil. I am the other side of that coin. I represent the good.
Even the so called heroes of the OOWF are on the evil side. Because, as you very well know, you either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become a villain.
I will change all of that.
I won't participate in anyone's war. As far as I'm concerned, the evil has won out.
But once the evil side destroys itself, I will be the white light at the end of the tunnel. The beacon of hope. The ray of sunlight.
You ever heard of non-resistant protest? That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm coming to work, I'm putting on my ring gear, and I'm going to the ring to do what I do best. Wrestle. Win. Retain Championships. Amass more championships.
That's all I want to do at this point in my career. I have no interest in joining a war that is full of evil on both sides.
By not engaging in this petty war, I will give the OOWF fans what they deserve. I will give the OOWF what is deserves.
Hope.
They say that hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.
And, with that, I'll never die either.
I am the hero that the OOWF deserves right now. The White Knight.
No violence outside of the ring. No war. No alliances with anyone other than the rest of the Brass Knuckle Kings.
And, starting tomorrow night...the Hawaiians will see the light.*Pitch black.*
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:16:15 GMT -5
<We cut to the Destroyitarium, where Danny Taylor is sitting alone uncharacteristically, enjoying a drink and watching the game. Behind him, the Hood slinks in.>
Hood: (heavy voice) Room for one more?[/i]
<Danny turns around to see the dark figure slinking up to the bar. In full view, the figure is smaller than Danny and appears to be unarmed. It extends its hand, and Danny offers a beer.>
Hood: Thank you.[/i]
<The Hood sits down at the bar and looks up at the Chicago-Miami game.>
Hood: You a Heat fan?[/i]
<Danny shakes his head, drawing two letters in the dust at the bar>
Hood: Right. California.[/i]
<The Hood adjusts its hood to take a sip of the beer. When it does, a small box falls out and lands on the floor.
Hood: (less husky) Oh gee, I'm sorry. Can you get that for me?
<Danny reacts with surprise, thinks if the voice might be familiar, but picks up the box and hands it back>
Hood: (clearing throat) Thanks. Voice transformer, I'm trying to travel a little unrecognized...[/i] (Hood looks at the scars on Danny's throat.) Speaking of which, I know someone who could...[/i]
<Danny shakes his head. They both go back to the game.>
Hood: (after time) You know what Torrach means, right, Danny?[/i]
<DDT nods.>
Hood: I hope she sees it as a blessing.[/i]
<DVD walks into the room from behind.>
Hood: Thanks for the hospitality.[/i]
<The Hood jumps up to the top of the bar, kicks an air vent open. Before DVD can say anything, the figure jumps up and disappears through the opening.>
DVD: What the...
my name is Death and the end is here...
<Fading. A date comes across the screen…>
06-08-11[/i][/size]
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:17:47 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx and Jewel enter the Nairobi Arena. A new SFJ sees them and runs up to them.
SFJ: J-P Sparxx, where have you been?
Jewel: Bitch, you best back off...
J-PS: Good to see I've been missed, yo.
SFJ: Where have you been? Anything to say about your match this week with Chris Evans?
J-PS: I took sum good advice. I took sum time ta heal up, knowwhatI'msayin'? Ma knee was tore up frum da floor up, knowwhatI'msayin'? I didn' wanna pull a OKC Thundah and collapse, knowwhatI'msayin'?
SFJ: So are you good to go?
J-PS: I good ta go, shortie.
Jewel: Don't call dis ho shortie.
J-PS: Jewel baby, I do love it when ya get jealous, knowwhatI'msayin'? So hot.
SFJ: Now what about your match with Chris Evans?
J-P laughs.
J-PS: Ol' Pussyheart. I told ya we's gon' dance agin son. Der ain't really anythin' on da line dis time...
J-P lowers his shades and smiles for the camera.
J-PS: ...just me kickin' yo ass up an' down ol' Nairobi, ya feel me? The Spark is back bitches, an' Pussyheart...
J-P raises his shades back up.
J-PS: The Spark's gon' git'cha. KnowwhatI'msayin'? I see yo overrated punk ass in da ring. bring all ya got, 'cuz I gots mo. Mo moves, mo style, mo talent, mo class...
J-P grabs Jewel by the waist, pulls him to her, and kisses her.
J-PS: ...an' mo ass! Holla foos. I'm out. See ya at Mayhem, bitches. Deuces.
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:18:37 GMT -5
Eco brushes himself off from behind his bullethole-covered desk.Eco: Well, this sucks. I hope my new poster is intact. Eco looks to the wall and sees it intact.Eco: Perfect. Eco goes out to the ring, mic in hand.FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:19:24 GMT -5
I know who you are…the leader of lost souls…*The Kenyan crowd gets on their feet to boo and throw trash at Ecosystem, although the Blackwater Guards fire off a couple of warning rounds and everyone sits back down. Business as usual here. However, instead of Ecosystem's usual entrance video, we hear THIS. Then as Ecosystem looks around in horror, the video pops up, and Toni Basil's face has been replaced by the ever-present Ecosystem face which is on virtually everything. Ecosystem is apoplectic, and starts directing the Blackwater Guards to fire at the video screens, but just before they do, the video stops, and clearly we have a new feed, out at the production truck! It's Davin, surrounded by all 3 of Davin's Angels.* DM: Ahh, Junichiro...did you like the new video I made for you? *Eco says something, probably profane, but the mics don't pick it up* DM: I thought you would. After all, your face is on it. As if we didn't notice it everywhere else, thanks to you; making your image ubiquitous here in OOWF. That IS what you wanted, right? *Eco nods* DM: See, unfortunately, nobody cares about that. Because we all know you're a fraud. A caricature. And yes, Junichiro...an absolute, 100%, total and complete Joke. Just like you've always been. And you always will be. *Eco makes broad gestures toward the video screen. Davin pulls out an envelope and hands it inside the truck to a waiting hand* DM: Thanks, Frankie. You and the Mrs. have yourselves a good time. Say hi to the kids for me. *turns back to the camera* See, Junichiro, you're a YALE-EDUCATED SELF-MADE MILLIONAIRE...and yet you don't have a clue when it comes to people. Remember your little confession about "not having the love of a woman"...or, you know, anyone? Remember that? *Eco turns red and looks like he's overdue for a stroke* DM: I guess that's the difference between a YALE-EDUCATED SELF-MADE MILLIONARE and the Self-Made Millionaire who went to Cape Cod Community College so he could work to help support his single mother. And when you work, Junichiro...I mean, really work. And have to deal with people...everyday people, Junichiro. You learn some things. You learn, simply, how to make friends. See, Juni, friends are people who like you and you like them. They keep you from being lonely. They also help you when you need help. And they don't do it for money, or fame, or recognition. DM: They do it because they like you. *Eco blankly looks at the screen* DM: Ok, I can see you're confused. When someone likes you, it means they want to spend time with you. They enjoy your company. *Eco, still blank* DM: Ah...gotcha. You really have no idea, do you? None. See, Frankie there just helped me produce that video of you singing "Hey Mickey". Now did I give Frankie some money? I sure did. But it was hard. *Eco, just not getting any of this* DM: It was hard, because Frankie and I are friends. He and I actually joined the OOWF the same week. He was just a production intern, and I, obviously, was just a lowly jobber. So, we got to know each other, knocked back a few beers, went to a couple of Patriots games together, and guess what? We became friends. Frankie was willing to help me with this video for nothing, Junichiro. Because he's my friend. The money was actually for a vacation, for an anniversary present for he and his wife Mai. *Eco is enraged again, and starts yelling at the screen* DM: Hello Angels. SFJ420, OGMSJ, SDM: Hello Charlie! DM: Why don't you guys head back? I think my good buddy Junichiro and I are going to have a nice, little chat. *He gets 3 pecks on the cheek as the Angels leave* DM: Oh, sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, not Mai. Maureen. Super-nice lady. We've gone over to their house a bunch of times, Samantha and I, for dinner and things. They've been to our house. This is what happens when you're a relatively normal person. Someone who can make friends. You know, without bribery. People like me, Junichiro. And they like you too. DM: When you're doing the one thing you do well. DM: When you're a joke. *Eco starts heading to the ring and looking for a mic* DM: People like you when you're goofy, Junichiro. Know why? Because when you try to be yourself, you have absolutely no redeeming qualities. You're just a detestable, despicable human being. Someone this world will be better without. E: YOU SHUT UP DAVIN MORELAND! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! DM: Oh, I don't? Really? I'm pretty sure that I do. I'm pretty sure I have you nailed, Junichiro. I mean, I'm pretty excellent at reading people, but you...you're one of the most transparent people I've ever come in contact with. Everything you do is motivated by loneliness. You can't make friends, so you try to bribe them. You try to impress them with your YALE EDUCATION. You know who else went to Yale? George W. Bush. Congratulations on being in that company. E: He was the President of the United States, dumbass. DM: Yeah, and he was fantastic, wasn't he? He's going to go down as a historically terrible President, bringing shame and dishonor on not only his family name, but on Yale University. However, I will say this - That man is a REALLY nice guy. Much like his Dad. They have friends and lots of them. Genuine friends. I may have philosophical differences with them, but that doesn't make them bad people. I've met them, of course. They're as down to Earth as old-money people can be. They're not bad people. DM: You, Junichiro, you're a bad person. E: You don't know anything. DM: I know this. I know that your soul, if you have one, is black and empty. I know you have no friends or family to speak of. Of course, except for your sister... E: Stop. Talking. About. Her. DM: I know that your reign of terror is coming to an end. And soon. In fact, what does that guy keep talking about? 6/8/11? You think THAT'S a joke? Do you? I may not know who the hooded guy is, but I think I know something you don't know. In fact, I think I know several things. E: Again, you don't know anything. DM: Don't I though? I know your fall from grace is 2 weeks away. I know that date is not insignificant. Right? E: It's nothing! It's a debuting wrestler. Probably. DM: I know something you don't know, Junichiro. I know Mrs. Cantwell. She's been on the Board of Directors since the OOWF started. She took an interest in my career early on, and especially during the war...and guess what, Junichiro? We're friends! Who knew, right? Mr. O'Donnell? He's on the Board too. We're also friends. Mrs. Wasserman. Mr. Daley. Mr. Tagliafero. We've all gotten to know each other very well. E: Davin, they don't do ANYTHING for you. They're not your friends. Stop lying to these people. DM: Oh, they have to be fair. I respect that and wouldn't expect anything else. But that doesn't mean they don't TELL me things. See, I don't need to have unreasonable advantages to win matches, or put my enemies in line. But what I DO have is the power of information. I know things. I know things you don't know. I know things no one else knows. DM: That's why when I tell you that 6/8/11 will be the beginning of your fall from grace; I KNOW that. I know that as fact. I know what happens next. I'm not a booker, Junichiro. I'm not a backstage politician, per se, although I do tend to make friends. I don't have any control over outcomes or matches or anything like that. Outside of that though, I know what happens next. I know who's coming, and who's going. In this case, you're going. You're done. You're history. You're finished. You're back to doing what you do best. Be a joke. E: Cut his mic. I'm tired of listening to you run your mouth, Davin. Nobody believes your lies. And I will PROVE to you just how much power I still have. DM: Will you? I know two things for sure. One is, that Firewoman's friend? Eliot? Yeah, he's good at...uh...retrieving things. And two? I know that he's retrieved his...uh...package. And that package is on the way. Do you care to guess what that might be, Junichiro? E: Fuck off, Davin. Shut up already. How dare you- DM: How dare I? How dare you? Will you give me a couple hundred bucks and punch THIS package in the face? No. I'm pretty sure this package is going to show up and be disgusted by what you've become. I'm pretty sure this package will abandon you like every other package has. Then? You'll be truly alone. And the World will no longer be able to think of you as a joke. By then, you'll be "That guy used to be a joke. Now he's just a pathetic loser who no one could possibly care about." E: That's it. SECURITY! DM: Point guns at my head all you want, Junichiro. You don't intimidate me. You don't scare me. I intimidate YOU. I scare YOU. I always have. Because you know I've always seen through you, Junichiro. Because I know your true nature. You pretend to be good at so many things - you know, like the Heat, Yankees and Jets do. But in reality, you're good at one thing, just like all those teams you idolize. DM: Being a joke. *As he says that, several Blackwater Security guards rush in and escort him away from the camera at gunpoint. Ecosystem considers going on with his promo, but decides against it. He drops the mic, and "Hey Mickey" hits. *fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:20:15 GMT -5
Firewoman is WALKING~! in a very very seedy party of Nairobi. Seedy by Kenyan standards. You know all those movies when they're in some third-world slum area, which is bad enough, and then they take ANOTHER turn off the main road and go some place even worse? Well take a turn off THAT road...Anyway, Firewoman is WALKING~! as if she's completely comfortable there, despite standing out as the only white woman for miles. And despite having a Ninja Cam following her. And despite the fact she's walking with THIS guy. ES: How'd you get away? FW: I didn't need to 'get away.' I said I had to take care of some OOWF business. ES: Uh huh...so these cameras follow you everywhere? That might make this a little...tricky. FW: Maybe. ES: Hey! Let me do an interview! FW: What? No... ES: Yeah! I could come work for you, be your...whatever you call it. FW: Valet and I have one of those. ES: I could be your body guard. You'll need one after this. FW: *lighting up, in blatant defiance of Davin's lecture* Probably. But this is not the life for you. You'd be bored. ES: You seem to find enough to do, even while you're suspended. C'mon let me audition. He picks up a stick to use as a pretend microphone, and the OOWF banner actually materializes behind her.ES: Wow....that's .... Okay, so I'm Eliot Spencer and I'm here with suspended commissioner Firewoman. Firewoman, do you have any comments on your ... umm..... FW: See? No matches, no business dealings...no promo... ES: What about...um....what about this new wrestler....The Hood? FW: The one that walks around talking about death? ES: Yeah. FW: *takes a drag and scoffs* Death...been there....done that....not so scary. You wanna intimidate me, you'll need a better gimmick than that. But I don't think that's what the Hood is trying to do. Okay? ES: Um...sure...this has been Eliot Spencer reporting live for OOWF-TV, and-- Firewoman knocks the stick out of his hand and the OOWF banner disappears.FW: Come on....are we there yet? ES: Almost. The two (plus ninja cam) take ANOTHER turn to a street worse than the last one, if that's even possible, and then get to a door. Eliot nods, and Fire starts to open it. Eliot puts his hand on hers on the knob.ES: Wait....what exactly are you going to do? FW: What? Just talk! ES: Uh huh....So why do you have that in your pocket? Firewoman reaches into her right jacket pocket and pulls out the pretty shiny knife that Ecosystem gave her. She holds it up so it flashes in the light.FW: Oh this? Um...no reason......these streets are dangerous you know.... ES: Uh huh....try again. Firewoman is temporarily mesmerized by the way the sunlight, filtered through laundry hanging above them, reflects and flashes off the blade, which appears to be newly sharpened.FW: You know...he gave me this...as a present.....I used it to do all sorts of things....in his name.....FOR him.................things I can't ever change or take back, no matter how many times people say they forgive me............................................................. ES: Fire....... FW: Wouldn't it be deliciously ironic if..................... There's a slight darkening as a cloud passes over the sun. It passes quickly and the brightening of the light seems to snap her out of her trance. She shoves it back into her pocket, but keeps her hand on it.FW: Don't worry Eliot. Just talk. ES: Uh huh. Eliot knocks three times, and a female voice invites them to come in. The door opens and a young Japanese woman? Girl? Hard to say...she's that young, is setting out two cups and a pouring tea into them.YJW: Oh...hello! I have been expecting you. FW: It is such a pleasure to meet you. I've heard so much about you. ES: Lisa Quinn-Darling, may I formally introduce you to.... *he takes a deep breath* Mai Muyo. The two bow and shake hands. Mai smiles shyly and goes back to pouring the tea. Fire turns toward the ninja cam.FW: Eliot...can you take care of that for me? And...wait outside. I'd like some privacy with Ms. Muyo. ES: No problem. This song begins to play:
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Eliot shoves the ninja cam out the door. Firewoman follows and closes it, but before the screen fades, we see her smile and put her hand back in her pocket. The door shuts and then the scene goes to white snow.
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:21:08 GMT -5
FADE onto scene, TNA Reaction-style. We’re looking at, supposedly, a Nairobi locker room. The Crusher Stan Fulton is sitting with his attaché, Martha Rodriguez, looking over the paperwork he was given by Junichiro Muyo.
MR: “Did you see what’s going on?”
SF: “I did. I don’t like what Eco’s done, per se, but no one can claim that he’s not good for business. We’ve never been more talked about, the company has never made more money for its shareholders.”
MR: “But he has been, shall we say, less than democratic. Brining guns into the OOWF? That’s too far.”
SF: “Yeah. But even through all that, what Fire’s doing with Juni’s sister is wrong beyond everything else. Even if Mai is willingly going along with it, it’s still wrong.
“When we signed that OOWF contract, we understood the risks that go with it. Our family should not be involved, unless we say it’s okay. How would Fire react if, theoretically, her sister or daughter... I was going to say mother too, but I’ll leave her out of it.
“When Stank took a breather that’s when it started going bad. We need someone who can relate to the rest of the roster. And let’s face it, Juni cannot relate to the rest of us.”
MR: “And you can?”
SF: “I don’t know. I think I have as good a chance as any. Davin or Alex certainly have more gravitas than I, but they’re so polarizing. Fire’s crazy, D&D wants to go to war, Eric thinks he’s Jesus. We’ve got a Kurian Reaper going through the vents. At least I’d think about what’s best for the roster rather than what the fans need or what the Board wants.”
MR: “Well assuming that you decide to become Corporate Champion, what stipulations are we putting in these blanks?”
SF: “First is that I report to the Office of the General Manager, not Eco or his successor. The GM doesn’t have the sole authority to summarily remove me; they’d need the consent of the Board and Commissioner. The usual guarantees about title shots, title reigns, etc. A nice stipend.”
MR: “Nothing too outlandish. What about Stank’s veto power?”
SF: “I don’t think so. Who am I to say that the GM is wrong? I certainly don’t have the years of experience to know that. But I can be the roster’s liaison between themselves and Management. And vice versa.”
MR: “You are forgetting, boss, that you’re not well liked backstage.”
SF: “Nope. Don’t care either. I’m not here to be liked. I’m here to get ahead and pick up a big paycheck. Let’s get my lawyer on the phone, work out the details and send back a couple offers to Eco. If what Davin says is true, I only have a few days to make this final.”
Rodriguez gets on the phone. Fulton, knowing that there’s very few places where he isn’t on camera, talks to the hidden camera, keeping his head down while looking over the contract.
SF: “DH, I know you can hear me. Don’t think with all this talk of War, Van Halen and my future opportunities that I’ve forgotten about you. About how you beat me last week. About how you nearly beat me the week before for my Intercontinental title. My workouts this week haven’t been worthy of OOWF-TV, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t occur.
“I’ve been watching tape, sparring against similar moves and building up a strong hate for the way things have been the last two weeks. I’m here every week, every card, working my prodigious hind end off. You show up on taping night and make me look like a rookie?! That just cannot continue.”
Fulton taps the manila envelope given to him by Ecosystem.
SF: “The OOWF Corporate Champion cannot be on a losing streak. Therefore, it only stands to reason that I must defeat you tonight. There is no other choice. No other option.
“So gooood GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD morning, Maggs. Your winning streak ends tonight.
“Enjoy the pain.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 25, 2011 21:21:53 GMT -5
* THIS is playing in Davin Moreland's locker room as he is digging through boxes and suitcases, clearly having no success. * DM: MOONY! *Moments pass and Moonbeam finally comes out* SFJ420: What, man? DM: Have you seen my jersey? SFJ420: Uh...what jersey? DM: *sighs* SHAWNY! OGMSJ: *comes out faster than Moony did* Yeah, D? DM: Have you seen my jersey? OGMSJ: Uh...what jersey? DM: You should KNOW what jersey. OGMSJ: New Jersey? DM: Uh...NO! OGMSJ: Sam! Davin's talking shit about New Jersey again! SDM: *from the other room* WHAT??? DM: I AM NOT! Dammit. Shawn, you jerk. OGMSJ: *starts laughing* HA! *she runs away* DM: Eric's going to have your ass for not trademarking that shit. *He walks in the bedroom where Samantha is lying down* SDM: What the fuck did you say? DM: Huh? SDM: About New Jersey? DM: NOTHING! SDM: Uh huh. DM: I asked Shawn if she knew where my jersey was. She asked if it was New Jersey, and I said no. And then she yelled. SDM: That's what happened? DM: That's what happened. SDM: *looks at him for a minute* K. DM: So...have you? SDM: What? DM: Seen my jersey? SDM: No, I haven't seen it. DM: Any idea where it might be? SDM: Are you going to make me get up? DM: No. No. I'll just check the closet. It's gotta be here somewhere. SDM: What do you need it for, anyway? DM: I know something you don't know. SDM: Bullshit, you know nothing that I don't already know. DM: Maybe. Maybe I'm just better at keeping a secret than you think. ChadMadison: There's a lot you don't know about me. *leaves* DM: See? Thanks, Chad. SDM: Well, I know your suspension is over in a couple of hours. And I know you've got this, uh, thing going on. DM: What thing? SDM: The Mai thing. DM: What about it? SDM: Uh, Fire's talking to her now. DM: WHAT? SDM: And singing "Massachusetts" at the same time. DM: That's impressive. SDM: You know what I mean. DM: Ok, well, clearly she's trying to pull me under the bus with her. SDM: I thought you were in on it? I mean, wasn't that you running your mouth about it? DM: Well sure, I mean... SDM: You mean what? DM: Well, I'm not so much IN on it as making Junichiro believe that I'm in on it. SDM: But it seems like you two had a plan. DM: Well, sure. It seemed like it. But I don't do kidnapping. Especially these days. SDM: She came kind of willingly, isn't that more Custodial Interference? DM: The semantics? Really? SDM: Then why did you say you did? DM: Because a) Fuck that Guy, I'm tired of that joke acting like he's ever been anything and b) It's only going to make his descent back into madness all that more epic. SDM: You're twisted. DM: You love it. Ah...here it is. SDM: I'm hungry. DM: So eat something. SDM: REALLY? YOU WON'T FUCKING GET IT FOR ME? DM: Uh...wow, you turned quickly. SDM: Faster than Crusher Fulton. Now chop chop, off to the kitchen with ya. DM: Yes, dear. *fade*
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