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Post by BookerShark on Jun 8, 2011 23:01:17 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Constantine, Algeria <Selena pops out of her GM door and posts the lineup, which is decorated up with hearts and stickers. She IS a girl > OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Alexander Darling vs. Eric O'Mac First Team to Win Two Matches Gets to Pick the Stips in the Next Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u] Chris Evans vs. DH Magnusson Matt Folz vs. Outback Jack Bryce Larson vs. Danny Taylor Regicide, Stan Fulton & Stank vs. JW Wesgaard, El Lobo Sangriento & The Night Marchers Ketsuei Seishin vs. J-P Sparxx Davin Moreand vs. Psykle Texpress vs. TBA Mai Muyo vs. TBA Card subject to........damn, we have to stop going to countries I know NOTHING about
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 8, 2011 23:03:09 GMT -5
Olympic Gold Medalist and America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson cautiously knocks on the new GM's office door. The door opens and we see...a clown?
OGM&ASSJ: What the hell?
GMSa-T: Let her in Chuckles.
Shawn walks past Chuckles.
OGM&ASSJ: A clown?
GMSa-T: That's my personal assistant, Chuckles the Clown. I underestimated the creepiness. Isn't he awesome?
OGM&ASSJ: He's something.
GMSa-T: Chuckles, get me some more bread & butter pickles, k thanx?
Chuckles leaves. Selena sits at her new desk and puts her feet up.
OGM&ASSJ: You sent for me, so, what'cha want wetb...Selena? Am I fired?
GMSa-T: Ya know we haven't always exactly got a long, have we?
OGM&ASSJ: Uh, no.
GMSa-T: But I gotta admit, you were something during Davin's strike thingie. So, I had an idea.
OGM&ASSJ: Don't hurt yourself.
Selena laughs.
GMSa-T: I've missed this.
OGM&ASSJ: Really?
GMSa-T: No. As I was saying midget, I'd like to offer you a brand new role here.
OGM&ASSJ: Janitor? Gum scraper?
GMSa-T: No, I want you to start up a wrestlers' union so we don;t have what happened under Ecosuck.
OGM&ASSJ: You want ME to run a wrestlers' union?
GMSa-T: Sure, you seem to have a knack for that kinda stuff.
OGM&ASSJ: Me? You hate me?
GMSa-T: Pfft, I'm not running it with you. Do a good job, that's all I ask.
OGM&ASSJ: I'll think about it.
GMSa-T: Sure, go ahead. Call some of the legal dudes about setting it up if you wanna.
OGM&ASSJ: Lawyers?
GMSa-T: I call them legal dudes!
OGM&ASSJ: Legal dudes works.
Chuckles comes back in.
GMSa-T: Lunch time! Get out, Shawn!
Shawn leaves the office as quickly as she can. Man Chuckles is creepy.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 8, 2011 23:10:46 GMT -5
**Regicide are packing up for the trip to Algeria when SFJ#47 approaches.**
SFJ#47: “Gentlemen, you had a brutal match with the Night Marchers tonight. With their recent change in attitude, are you regretting attacking them during your three way match with the Brass Knuckle Kings?”
LDW: “The Night Marchers. New name, new attitude. Do you know what makes the Night Marchers different from the Flyin’ Havai’ians?”
SFJ#47: “Anger…Violence…”
LDW: “Motivation. Kai and Aina are, finally, motivated. What their manager spent months attempting to do, what feuds with Texpress and Drink and Destroy couldn’t do, Tytan and I managed in minutes. If anything, they should be thanking us.”
SFJ#47: “Are you saying you did it for their own good?”
T: “Of course not. We did it for ours. It’s time that Regicide gets taken seriously. What better way than beating the Night Marchers?”
LDW: “You see, boys, we’ve seen the tapes. We’ve heard the stories from Poe and Moose. We know how good you are, what you’re capable of. You’ve never shown your true selves in the OOWF - until now.”
T: “We’re the perfect opponents for you, boys. If you want to wrestle, there’s none better to test yourselves against. And if you want to fight…we can do that too.“
SFJ#47; “This week, you’ll be teaming with Stank and Crusher against The Night Marchers, El Lobo and JW Westgaard. How will having those men involved affect the match?”
T: “Stank and Crusher are on the same wavelength as us. We aren’t going to have any problems forming a cohesive unit. I’m not sure the same can be said for our opponents.”
LDW: “Lobo has accomplished a lot in a short time here, and Westgaard and I go way back. But, as much as I respect their abilities, and those of the Hawai’ians, the truth is , they don’t stand a chance.”
T: “Sleep well, gentlemen, for tomorrow you die.”
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 8, 2011 23:11:39 GMT -5
There is a knock on the door of Selena's office.
Selena: Can it wait?
Voice: Um...sure, if you're busy.
Selena: JUST COME IN.
Mai Muyo pops her head in and walks inside. She walks up to Selena and extends her hand.
Mai: Hi! I just thought I'd say hello and that it's great to have you!
Selena: ...Hi.
Mai: I know we've never met before, but I appreciate you coming in on such short notice to replace my brother.
Selena: Well, it was necessary to get Ecosuck out of here, wasn't it?
Mai: You should say Ecosystem.
Selena: Why?
Mai: it's just...I don't know, using insulting names sometimes allows us to be unnecessarily cruel. I try to call people what they want to be called.
Selena: Then ya going to be calling me General Manager. Was there anything else?
Mai: Well, one thing...so I saw how Chad and Zane both had two matches, and I understand why...but maybe you could try to keep that to a minimum? I saw Junichiro when he started to go down that path of matches to punish people...no matter how much better you may think you are than him, power corrupts everyone, and it won't end well for you.
Selena: Are you threatening me?
Mai: No, no!! Oh my goodness, no. When people threaten in wrestling, it just gets people angry at them and they ignore the advice. I'm just giving my thoughts for you to take or leave.
You're the boss...Mme. General Manager.
Mai turns to exit, staring at Chuckles for a second.
Mai: He IS creepy.
Selena: (smiling) I know!
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 8, 2011 23:12:30 GMT -5
Alexander Darling enters the Darling Luxury Suites...to a somewhat cool reception from Firewoman. Okay, that's an understatement.
AD: Look, before you start, I TOLD you--
FW: You did not.
AD: I DID! The same night we figured out you were--
FW: Like I was listening to anything after that? Good timing. Really....don't talk to me right now.
Fire goes into their room and starts to get her things together. It seems her policy of never unpacking in case of the need for a speedy getaway has lapsed a bit, as she starts throwing things angrily into her bag. Alexander follows her in.
AD: You know, this makes us even. You didn't even tell me about Mai...even when I asked you point blank. I told you about --
FW: I can't comment on contract issues, especially negotiations with wrestlers I'm trying to sign, not even with you, and you know that. I told you that's what it was, and you should have believed me, because that's what it was.
AD: Okay, but that's not what it LOOKED like, and you DELIBERATELY made it not look that what to deliberately fuck with Eco, even though I asked you to please not involve family.
FW: She came to me. Kind of....
AD: Uh huh.....
FW: ....
AD: ....
FW: Okay....not at first....
AD: Exactly....
FW: But it was her idea to sign and....
AD: ....
FW: But Eco is....
AD: ....
FW: Okay...fine....you're right...but you still should have told me that--
AD: Fire...I did. I mean, I told you I recommended her, and I didn't know until right before Mayhem that the board chose her. Then she asked me to introduce her, and I didn't know where you went and--
FW: Getting sick.
Fire frowns. Alexander puts his arm around her shoulder.
AD: Oh...sorry...dizzy too?
FW: A little....look...you really should have told me again.
AD: Okay...you're right...next time.
FW: Um, yeah, no next time, okay?
AD: With us? You can't be serious...
FW: True....okay...I think I need to lay down....
AD: Yeah...so....you gonna stay commissioner?
FW: We'll see. It just...Alex it opens up possibilities for...other people to come back.
AD: I know...but it'll be okay.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 8, 2011 23:26:43 GMT -5
~~~ Texpress are aboard their charter bus heading for Algeria. As has been typical lately, the mood is somber and the tension palpable. ~~~
Zane: So... have you gotten over this "Singles Wrestler" phase now? You've managed to lose both titles in a week.
Chad: (sighs audibly) I tell you man.. I never wanted to wrestle singles. I was only doing it because you had pretty much given up on training and I wanted to stay sharp in the ring. Honest.
Zane: That's it... seriously?
Chad: Pretty much what I've been telling you for NEARLY A MONTH NOW!
Bridgette: Ok guys. Nobody lose their tempers here.
Zane: So... we start sparring regularly again..... and you'll give up this singles career thing
Chad: (Sighs again) Exactly. All I want to do is get our Championships back. Ours. Not Mine.
~~~ Zane stands up and walks over to Chad. Chad rises and they have a momentary staredown. Zane reached out and gives Chad a Man-Hug, which is returned. Bridgette looks like she's about to cry. ~~~
Zane: Honey, hand me my laptop please. Partner, let's get to work
~~~ Everyone is all smiles and we FADE ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 9, 2011 1:45:48 GMT -5
JW Westgaard is sitting in Flair Sandwich Shoppe when Stan fulton waltzes in....
JWW (looking up from his turkey & cheddar on whole wheat): Hey Paul Bunyon, what's with the Axe handle? Don't know how to wrestle a clean match?
Stan (spinning around, IC title on his shoulder): Really this is coming from the Guy who wields a damn goalie stick?
JWW: Good point....You think we could keep it clean this week? I would like to beat ya fair and square and get a shot at that IC title that you hold onto like Gollum and his little ring.
Stan (turns to Ric Flair, sandwich maker extraordinaire): hey Ric, roatsed chicken, green peppers, onions, lettuce and tiny bit of vinagrette please.
RIC: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You on a diet fatboy? NO MAYO? NO CHEESE?
Stan angrily: Shut up FLAIR!!!
JW chuckles
Stan (kinda pissed): 1st off, pal have you seen who's in our match? keeping it "clean" is highly unlikey. Secondly, you beating me is about as likely as the Timberwolves being relevant next year.
JWW: I don't follow basketball.....so your attempt at an analogy is irrelevant to me. Needless to say, I'd whoop your UMD loving Ass.
Stan: Doubtful, quite doubtful, I'll see ya in the ring at may
RIC interupts: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! here's yer sandwich skinny!!!!
Stan (yelling): fuck off Flair!
Stan grabs his food and leaves in a huff
RIC: hey JW, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! who was that? I can never remember his name? WOOOOOOOOOO!
JW and Flair both bust out laughing
End Scene
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 9, 2011 21:06:31 GMT -5
*Fade in to the OOWF interview area, where we find El Lobo Sangriento TALKING~! to SFJ96…
SFJ: Thoughts on last night’s action, Lobo?
ELS: What can I say? I ate a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER. It was a sweet move. Took me out of the match.
SFJ: And what are your thoughts on our new General Manager?
ELS: I’m just going to say that I’m happy Eco’s out of the position and leave it at that.
SFJ: Ooookay. Thoughts on Shawn Johnson running a union?
ELS: No.
SFJ: No? Nothing?
ELS: No. Nothing.
SFJ: You’re not making this very easy, you know.
ELS: Sorry. I’m not trying to be difficult. Just trying to stay positive.
SFJ: Well, can we talk about your upcoming tag match at Mayhem?
ELS: Sure. Let’s do that. We’ll start with Regicide. They seem like a couple of decent guys who have friends in some very low places. Not sure what they’re all about, to be honest. Maybe we’ll find out this week.
SFJ: Another established tag team in the match is The Night Marchers. Your thoughts on teaming with them?
ELS: Honestly? I liked them better when they were the Flyin Hawaiians. I’m not a fan of the new attitude they’ve got in the ring. It’s a level of brutality that I feel is unnecessary.
SFJ: Stan Fulton?
ELS: Who? Kidding. Crusher is awesome. In the ring, that is. I’m not a fan of the guy otherwise. That said, I expect him to do what he does on Wednesday, and that’s hurt people. I don’t plan on being one of those people, so watch yourself in the ring, Crusher.
SFJ: And your other teammate, JW Westgaard?
ELS: Some people around here seem to know him, some don’t. I’m in the second camp.
SFJ: And finally, what about Stank?
ELS: You mean current Onslaught Champion Stank? Current Onslaught Champion Stank who has no respect for the Onslaught title and would rather be competing for the World title? Current Onslaught Champion Stank who I’d love to get a shot at for that belt? No comment.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 9, 2011 21:15:11 GMT -5
*Stank walks into Selena’s office.*
GMtSG – What up, Uncle Lu?
Stank – Uncle Lu?
GMtSG – You prefer Stankie?
Stank – You’re the GM. Call me whatever you want.
GMtSG – What up Big Man?
Stank – Really?
GMtSG – Hoss?
Stank –
GMtSG – Stinkeroo?
Stank –
GMtSG – Stank-o-potomus?
Stank – You been hanging out with, Sparxx?
GMtSG – Eww. No.
Stank – Oh that’s right, because Justin Beiber is SOOOO much better.
GMtSG – HEY! We DON’T acknowledge THAT! It’s for publicity, anyway. You know Omar is my-
Stank – How is Poe, by the way?
GMtSG – Awesome.
Stank –
GMtSG – What you want details?
Stank – No. Nah, I’ll give him a call later. I just have a few questions for you if you don’t mind?
GMtSG – Speak brotha!
*Stank pauses a step or two at Selena’s childlike behavior, before resuming.*
Stank – First, that clown over there looks like a shit faced Gary Busey, after a night of crack smoking, binge drinking, and butt sex with Meatloaf.
GMtSG - Ewww.
Stank - I mean look at him... what did he do? Smack his face on the makeup table until whatever was there, stuck?
GMtSG – How did you know?
Stank - Just a guess.
GMtSG - Then he looked in the mirror and said “Ta daaaaah!”
Stank - … Yeah… he’s creeping me out.
GMtSG – Awesome!
Stank - … okay. … moving on… Alex.
GMtSG – *in her best Poe impersonation.* The Boy.
Stank – He recommended you?
GMtSG – Yep. Don’t know why. Don’t really care.
Stank – Something is up with that.
GMtSG – Well… I’ll leave it to you to try and figure that out.
*Stank looks at Selena as if trying to discern her meaning. A moment later, his thoughts are interrupted.*
Stank - Why is he touching me?
*The clown has made his way over to Stank and has a hand on the Onslaught Champion’s shoulder.*
GMtSG – I don’t know. I think he likes you.
Stank – Tell him to back off, please.
GMtSG – Clown go fetch me a strawberry milk from Flair’s.
*The clown doesn’t move.*
GMtSG – Clown? Go. Go on now. Scat! Bounce! Be gone!
Stank – Why?
GMtSG – I don’t know. He didn’t come with an instruction manual.
Stank – I’ll holla at you later.
GMtSG – Peace out.
*Stank removes the clown’s hand from his shoulder, then rises to his feet. He turns and walks toward the door. The clown remains transfixed by Stank as the big man leaves.*
GMtSG – What is your issue?
Clown – Ey, juh, juh, juh, juh.
GMtSG – Now you’re starting to creep me out... which for anyone who KNOWS me… is kinda... amazing.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 9, 2011 21:16:55 GMT -5
Selena is sitting at her desk doing GMey things, when the door suddenly swings open causing her to let out a little yelp. Justin Sane barges into the room.
Justin: Hey boss can I borrow five....(sees Selena) Your not the boss.
Selena: Yes I am.
Justin: (shakes his head no) No your not.
Selena: YES I am.
Justin: I may be forgetful, but I know the boss is taller, wider, darker and has bigger boobs.
Selena: Hey!
Justin: (shrugging) Well it's true.
Selena: If you are refering to Stank, he already left.
Justin: (ponders this) Okay, well can I borrow five dollars?
Selena: No. What do you do around here anyways?
Justin: Stuff.
Selena: Like?
Justin: Things.
Selena: Such as?
Justin: (points to his belt) I'm the DDT champion.
Selena: No you aren't. That's a trios belt.
Justin: (looks at the belt, and then looks back up in confusion) Trios?
Selena: It means three.
Justin: That is just silly, why would you want to be number three.
Selena: No It mean.....You know what, never mind, just leave.
Justin shrugs his shoulders and turns to go and finds himself face to face with Chuckles the Clown. The two stare at each other in silence for a moment, before a smile creeps across Justin's face.
Justin: (looking back at Selena) I like this guy, he's funny.
With that Justin leaves the office.
Selena: (shaking her head) Weirdo.
Fade.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 9, 2011 22:48:43 GMT -5
FADE into a Casablanca hotel room where The Crusher Stan Fulton is sitting rocking on his bed staring at the wall. His eyes are bloodshot and he's still in his ring gear from last night. The OOWF Intercontinental Championship belt has been dropped on the floor nearby. The sun shines in through the dirty window.
Fulton rocks back and forth mumbling something. The camera (and attached microphone) get closer so he can be heard.
SF: "Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me. Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me. Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me. Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me. Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 9, 2011 22:51:47 GMT -5
*Fade into GM the Selena's office, where Davin and His Angels are making an appearance. They're all wearing t-shirts saying "Do I know who Stan "Crusher" Fulton is?" on the front, while on the back is a picture of Kevin Garnett (in his Celtics uniform, obviously) screaming his famous "ANYTHING'S POSSIBLE!" line, which is written underneath. Davin's also sporting the new "LD Williams is a Fraud" baseball cap, now available at OOWFShop.com. Selena seems less than thrilled that they're there - although Chuckles seems happy. Shawn and Selena eye each other warily before the GM speaks*
GMtSa-T: What? What do YOU want now? Why is everyone bothering me? Why is-
DM: It's part of your capacity as General Manager to deal with the talent on the roster.
GMtSa-T: Huh?
OGMSJ: Duh, it's your job, silly.
GMtSa-T: Oh. Well, why didn't he just say that?
SFJ420: Dude! He just-
GMtSa-T: Quiet burnout! We have no time for your reefer madness here.
DM: Reefer Madness? Really?
C: Ey...juh, juh, juh, juh.
SDM: Dude. That's just...
DM: Stay away from her, fucko.
C: Eyyy...
GMtSa-T: So...was there a reason you're all here? Other than to annoy me that is?
OGMSJ: Watch it, little girl.
GMtSa-T: That's GENERAL MANAGER Little Girl to you. I gave you this cushy job, and THIS is how you repay me?
OGMSJ: Cushy? I have to go strike with fucking Migrant Workers next week. MIGRANT WORKERS! As a show of solidarity! It's bad enough that those wet-
*Samantha smacks her in the back of the head*
OGMSJ: Ow.
GMtSa-T: What were you saying?
OGMSJ: *sigh* Nothing, Selena.
SFJ420: We're here to talk about Davin's match.
GMtSa-T: I don't remember talking to you, Reefer Madness.
SFJ420: Oh, don't get like that, S-
OGMSJ: *to Chuckles* Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?
C: Juh, juh, juh, juh..
SDM: You WOULD know him from somewhere.
OGMSJ: Sure! That's Jason Alexander! George! From Seinfeld!
C: *sigh*
OGMSJ: Nice to see you getting work again.
C: *sob*
SFJ420: Looks like life's been rough on you, man.
C: Eyyy....
GMtSa-T: So was there a REASON you call came in here?
DM: *sits down* Yeah. Well, a reason I came in anyway. Is Moose back without the mask yet?
GMtSa-T: Why Davin. Whatever are you going on about?
DM: British accent and everything, nice.
GMtSa-T: "Ket" has a match this week with your boy J-P Sparxx. You have one with Psykle.
DM: Yeah, great. Moose is off suspension, yes?
GMtSa-T: Yes. Uncle Moose is off suspension.
DM: Then I want a match. With him. Next week.
GMtSa-T: That's it?
DM: I want you to pick the stips.
GMtSa-T: Wait...REALLY??!?!?!?!
DM: Uh huh. I trust you.
GMtSa-T: Aww man...uh...I mean, Uncle Moose is in "Japan" until the PPV I think...but...I mean...I could have LAVA SHARKS or a Scaffold Railroad Spike Match or...man....I have to make a call.
DM: To?
GMtSa-T: Um...Omie?
DM: Sure. To Omie.
GMtSa-T: Ok, well, I can't promise you anything, all right? But...I can't really turn down a chance to watch you two exsanguinate each other live inside my TV set...I'll get back to you. Ok?
DM: Ok.
GMtSa-T: Anything else?
OGMSJ: *to Chuckles* No fucking way! Not even if you actually had the $10, which you don't!
C: Eyyy, juh, juh, juh, juh...
GMtSa-T: Yeah, he keeps asking me too. He doesn't even have $10. Hasn't even gotten his first paycheck.
SDM: Wait, you're paying this guy?
GMtSa-T: Well...in Ric's Sandwich Shoppe Coupons.
SDM: Oh. Ok.
GMtSa-T: *to Chuckles* NO STUPID! I'M MARRIED!
C: Eyyy...
DM: Yeah, we get it, juh, juh, juh...Fine. Time to go Angels.
SDM, OGMSJ, SFJ420: Ok, Charlie!
GMtSa-T: Well, that's weird.
DM: Weirder than Chuckles here?
GMtSa-T: Well, uh, no. Good point, Davin.
*They all start to leave, but Chuckles, kinda, speaks up*
C: $10...juh, juh, juh...
SFJ420: Geez...when's Eco coming back?
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 9, 2011 22:52:43 GMT -5
<we cut back to GM Selena's office, she has her laptop open and has just got Moose on the computer>
GM Selena: Uncle Moose!
MHJ: Hey Mouse
GMS: You are the only one that can call me that
MHJ: Good
GMS: So........did you watch the show?
MHJ: Of course
GMS: Shocked the world, didn't I?
MHJ: Yes you did........again
GMS: Ok, I have to get some GM stuff out of the way........You saw I lifted your suspension, right?
MHJ: Yeah, I did. I would have been back next week anyway, but thanks for thinking of me
GMS: Well.......that's not all. At the Mayhem on the 22nd, Davin wants a match against you
MHJ: Does he now?
GMS: Yep! And he said I could pick the stips! There are SOOOOOOO many things I could do here!
MHJ: Well, I hate to disappoint you
GMS: What?
MHJ: I hate to disappoint you, but Davin can fuck off
GMS: What?!?
MHJ: I got the match I want against Davin at the pay per view. Why would I face him the week before? Its dumb, and proves Davin is a fucking idiot.
GMS: <almost pouting> But he said I could pick the stips
MHJ: There will be more chances for that. Beside.......you are all about buy rates for the pay per views aren't you?
GMS: Well, yeah, they tell me that is like, super important
MHJ: Well there you go. You get a 100% Moosehead Jack vs. Davin Moreland at your pay per view
GMS: What if he isn't 100%?
MHJ: Not my problem. In fact, to keep us both potentially at 100%, I think you should ban any kind of contact between us until the pay per view.
GMS: It sounds like you don't want to face Davin......
MHJ: <laughing> Yeah, that is what he will say, I am sure. But thanks to the little vacation Davin gave me, I feel great. It will make the pay per view even better Mouse, you should think about it
GMS: Ok........I will think about it
MHJ: Later
<the screen goes blank and Selena sits back in her chair and wrinkles her nose trying to decide what to do next>
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 9, 2011 22:53:37 GMT -5
<We cut to the rooftop of the arena where Aisha is standing bathed in the full moon light. Ket stands behind her, silent as always. A crow caws and Cain flies in and lands on Aisha's shoulder. Aisha gives a wicked grin and speaks>
An Ass and a Rooster were in a straw-yard together when a Lion, desperate from hunger, approached the spot. He was about to spring upon the Ass, when the Rooster (to the sound of whose voice the Lion, it is said, has a singular aversion) crowed loudly, and the Lion fled away as fast as he could. The Ass, observing his trepidation at the mere crowing of a Rooster summoned courage to attack him, and galloped after him for that purpose. He had run no long distance, when the Lion, turning about, seized him and tore him to pieces.
<Aisha pets Cain and coos to him softly>
J-P Sparxx.......you are the Ass. Strengthened by Davin Moreland's encouragement, you have been chasing the Lion. First, it was Moosehead Jack, now it is Ketsueki Seishin. The only reason Moose has not torn you to pieces is because of an unfortunate suspension. Ket is here to finish the job Moose started. This week, at Midweek Mayhem, J-P Sparxx will meet his fate.
So it is written, so it shall be done.
Namaste
<Cain caws again and flies off into the night, Aisha laughs and we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 9, 2011 22:54:57 GMT -5
Kono is seen packing her bags as if in a hurry. Kai comes in.
Kai: Kono, what are you doing?
Kono: I'm leaving, and you can go f...
Kai: Whoa whoa. What the?
Kono: Are you kidding me? really? That little bitch TASERED me! And you did nothing. I'd break her like a twig if I didn't know Aina would save her.
Kai: What are you talkin' about?
Kono: Wow, you really have no idea. It was that bad.
Kai: You've lost me, Kono.
Noelani and Aina walk in.
Kono: Okay, I'm out. Kai, when you wanna man up, you know where to find me.
Kono grabs her bag and quickly walks out the door, bumping shoulders hard with Noelani. Noelani grins and laughs slightly.
Aina: Kai? Where's...
Kai: I dunno, brah.
Kai looks at Noelani.
Kai: What did you do?
Noelani walks up to Kai and pats him on the cheek.
Noe: Nothin' honey. It's all in her head. The stress of what's going on at home is getting to her. You did nothing wrong and soon, she'll understand.
Noelani hugs Kai, who hugs her back. The camera pans around so we see Noelani's face, who's grinning wickedly.
Noe: Trust me.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 10, 2011 0:48:41 GMT -5
Cut to the Hawai'ian locker room.
ther is a knock at the door....
Kai: Come in....
JW Westgaard pokes his head in the door: Hey fellers, I'm JW....big fan of you guys.
Aina: Thank brah, what can we do for ya?
JW: you wanna have a laugh at one of our opponents this week.
Kai shrugs (still kinda miffed about Kono): Sure, i could use some fun
Noe rolls her eyes....
Kai: What you have going?
JW: Just come with me, its about a five minute cab ride.... Lobo is meeting us there.
JW, Noe and the Hawai'ians depart.
~~~~~Cut to the Casblanca Hotel~~~~~~~~
JW and the Hawai'ians get out of the car, Noe remains seated, looking devious. El Lobo Sangrieto walks up.....
Lobo: so what is going on?
JW: gimme two seconds....
JW whips out his cell phone and dials a number: Hey its Westgaard, we're all set.
about thirty secopnds later a Van that looks like its from a Casblancan Circus tears into the lot and what looks like 25 clowns pour out of it and bust ass into the hotel....
JW: Alright fellas, whatch the third window from the left
about two seconds late we hear what can only be descriped as an epicly girlish scream, and all of a sudden we see STAN FULTON come crashing through the window, screaming like a little girl.
STAN as he runs don the street: THEY"RE GONNA EAT ME!!!!!!!!!
LOBO: what an IDIOTA
Aina: Nice Brah..
JW as they fist bump: thanks man, i fgured we gotta mess with one of the guys we're wrestling this week.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 11, 2011 0:48:53 GMT -5
Cut to GM Selena sitting at her desk stirring a cup of tea or something. She looks up to the camera as if cued.
GMSa-T: Hello everyone. My name is Selena al-Takriti and I'm the new General Manager of the OOWF. I'd like to personally thank the people of Constantine, Algeria for hosting us this week. We look forward to putting on a great show for you and we have a great card. Among our great matches this week will be Alexander Darling vs. Eric O'Mac for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Yay.
Now, I'd like to bring out Algeria's favorite son, Zinadine Zidane!
Zidane comes out wearing his French National Jersey and waves to the camera.
GMSa-T: Dude, your shirt is French.
ZZ: Yes, I played for the French National Team.
GMSa-T: Okay, who screwed up? Someone told me this dude was Algerian. You're so fired.
ZZ: I am Algerian.
GMSa-T: But you're French?
ZZ: I am from Algera. I was raised in France and played for the French National Team at two World Cups, one of which we won in France...
GMSa-T: Boo! No one cares! You're supposed to be all Algerian dude, which is why I paid to bring you here.
ZZ: I'm...sorry?
GMSa-T: You should be! Hey! I know! Head butt Chuckles!!
ZZ: What?
GMSa-T: Chuckles! Come here!
CtC: Eh, juh juh juh juh.
GMSa-T: Head butt him Zodon!
Zidane shrugs and head butts Chuckles, sending the creepy clown sprawling to the floor.
CtC: ...juh...
Selena laughs.
GMSa-T: That was so cool! Head butt the wall!
ZZ: Miss Selena, I can't...
GMSa-T: Head butt the wall!
Zidane smashes his head through the wall and then drops to the floor unconscious. Selena laughs hard.
GMSa-T: Awesome. I love my job.
CtC: ...juh...
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 11, 2011 0:49:58 GMT -5
*Backstage Interview Area*
The OOWF banner is visible but nothing else at the moment when we hear the flapping of what appears to be eagles’ wings. That transfers to the sound of wolves howling. And then we see the OOWF banner covered by the Darling crest as Ashley and Alexander walk into the view of the camera.
Ashley: Hello OOWF viewers, I’m standing before you today with the new and undisputed OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Darling. The past few weeks have been a roller coaster in the OOWF, but you stand here as the champ, how does that feel?
Alexander: It feels really damn good Ash. I planned on getting this belt back at some point, but it seems as if the old gods had something else in mind and placed me back upon the iron throne of the OOWF.
Ashley: Is that a good place to be though? The throne is hard and everyone fights to take their place upon it and if you’re not ready for the games that are sure to be played to knock you off it, you will be knocked off.
Alexander: I’m always ready for the games. My methods may have changed for the most part, but the soul within me has always been the same. Now that I am World Champion once again, I will fight with everything I have to stay that way. Whether that’s against Stank, Davin Moreland, Stan Fulton, LD Williams, Tytan, anyone else, or any of the Brass Knuckle Kings…including my opponent this week.
Ashley: And that would be Eric O’Mac…comments?
Alexander: The White Knight. The Showstopper. The King. The Instigator of War. The Best Friend. The Mortal Enemy. Wrestling Eric is almost always bittersweet.
Ashley: Why is that?
Alexander: The truth is at one time, when DEA was just a blossoming idea and years before Run DEA or The Five grew to power it was Eric that I envisioned taking this company over with. We were going to be a dominant force because we had the same goals, had the same drive to achieve those goals but then things changed.
Ashley: What changed in your opinion?
Alexander: He’ll never admit because he likes to think of himself as the puppet master behind the epic Bennett/Rick war and he did have his moments during it, but the fact is he had too many generals whispering in his ear and not enough soldiers doing his bidding. If he had truly wanted to take over the OOWF like he claimed, he’d have made it clear it was HIS war that was being fought, not Bennett’s; not Cole’s; and not Jack’s. But Eric is scared.
Ashley: Scared of what exactly?
Alexander: Scared of being the man he could be. Scared of being the legend we all aspire to. Scared that no matter what he does, there will always be a doubt because of his last name. Here are the facts, Eric had a chance to truly cement his legacy just over two years ago. He had cashed in his title shot and became World Champion and he held that title for a whole three days. And he lost that title, not because Davin was better because that’s a debatable statement and I know who I’d choose, but he lost because he was scared of what it meant to be World Champion. And when I went after him during that title loss, he forgot all about Davin and chased me. Chased Alexander Darling, the loyal lieutenant of Run DEA because he knew it wouldn’t be the main event feud, but just high enough where his name wouldn’t be forgotten, but it also wouldn’t be remembered.
Ashley: Then what happened?
Alexander: I was me and I wasn’t going to be happy with just not being forgotten. I wanted…no, I’ll admit, I needed to be remembered not just for the matches but for everything. As I’ve been saying for months and months now…it always has been and always will be about MY legacy. Two years ago, Eric was tired of the drama or whatever he wants to claim. He lost his smile or some bullshit and he wanted to take his ball and go home, but that wasn’t going to be how it ended. Because deep down, whenever Eric truly looks into his soul…he wants the same thing I want and that’s the legacy but he can’t admit that because he’s scared so he sabotages himself anytime he gets close. At End of Days IV and the following Midweek Mayhem though, there was no sabotage…there was just Eric O’Mac and Alexander Darling and we put on a series of matches that will never be forgotten.
Ashley: Do you expect this week’s match to live up to that standard?
Alexander: I know I’ll live up to my end of the bargain. The rest is up to the OOWF’S White Knight *snorts*.
Ashley: What?
Alexander: It’s just funny that of all the people in this company to claim to be a White Knight that it’s Eric O’Fucking Mac. A week ago, I stood here with my sister Spencer and spoke of Pride. Spoke of family. Spoke of loyalty. And I meant every word I said, but then Eric shows up and blames me for our history. Claims it was my pride that ended our partnership. Claims it was me that allowed pride to overrule my loyalty to him. And the fact is, he’s being dense if that’s what he truly believes. I am proud? Without fucking question, but I would have swallowed that pride and been Eric’s partner in that war. I would have fought for Bennett and did everything in my power to allow his rise to power because I would have had faith in Eric at that stage. But the fact is, he was hiding things. He was flat-out lying to his “partner” about things. Did I hate Moosehead Jack and Chris Cole with an absolute passion back then, no fucking question I did. But again this was months and years before I’d realize just how deep my hate of Jack ran. So that’s a bullshit excuse Eric is using. It wasn’t my Pride that fucked up the original DEA it was Eric’s absolute fear of actually giving himself a chance to win the war.
Ashley: You really think that he sabotaged his own place in the company because of some deep-seeded fear of being “The Man.”
Alexander: Without question. He allowed Cole to take the focus early on and be the one to attack Rick. He stood back and allowed Moose and The Heels to finally swing DEA’S allegiance towards Rick. And he never allowed himself to make the concessions necessary to Stank to swing Drink & Destroy to Bennett’s side. So yes, Eric sabotaged himself each and every step of the way during that war.
Ashley: What about Eric’s claims about sin and penance and Fire’s influence on your life and your place in this company? The violence that he feels you fuel to escalate around the company. That your associations with her push you down the path of the damned.
Alexander: My associations are my own. And since I know it will be mentioned, yes I am still friends with Kai and Aina even if I need to have a discussion with their “manager.” The issue is going back to what this crest behind us stands for. Loyalty to family; Not only family by blood but family by choice and actions. Everyone who knows me knows my past and understands that I’ve made decisions in the past that have spit in the face of loyalty and honor. I’ve tried to rectify those mistakes and transgressions and moved on from them.
Ashley: But what about Eric’s claims that your relationship with Fire…
Alexander: Firstly, Eric needs to realize that my relationship with Fire is a private matter. Secondly, who I do or do not associate with has nothing to do with who I am as a person. Eric claims my relationship with lead me down a path to sin and corruptness and yet he walks around as the White Knight in a group that prides itself on cheating every single night. The White Knight leads a group that calls themselves Brass Knuckle Kings and it’s not just a playful moniker…they USE brass knuckles every chance they get.
Ashley: But he claims to be turning over a new leaf…
Alexander: Eric claims new bullshit every month. The fact is, if he wants to play the White Knight…I have no problem being his Dark Knight. I’ve already taken out one Joker and now I can take out the biggest hypocrite, the biggest Two-Face in this company.
Ashley: Batman references now…don’t we have enough literary…
Alexander: Shush. Eric, we’ve been down this road before and every single time we have it’s been a match of the year candidate. I have no reason to think this week will be any different. Bring your pure intentions or bring your brass knuckles…I’ll be ready for both because it will come down to a simple matter. It won’t be because of talent. We both have that in spades. This match will come down to one very simple thing…desire. You have always and will always desire to not take that last step onto the throne. I on the other hand carry that desire in each and every cell in my body. So this Wednesday, I will walk in the arena as champion and I will walk out the arena as champion and there’s a very simple reason for that…
Ashley: Because he is Alexander Fucking Darling…and well, you’re just not.
Alexander: Booyah, Bitch![/color][/b]
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 12, 2011 1:20:57 GMT -5
*Davin is on his as-yet-unsponsored computer with a towel around his neck, clearly having just come from a workout. He's wearing a "I Know Who Stan "Crusher" Fulton" t-shirt, and on the back it says "500 lbs of Coulrophobia looking for any port in the storm. That's who." He's got a video of something on the screen and keeps going back and forth, checking things. Samantha Opuses her way into the room*
SDM: Hey.
DM: *looks up* Oh, hey. How you feelin'?
SDM: *plops on the couch next to him* I've been worse.
DM: Well, that's a nice vote of confidence for yourself. Did Moony get that Lovely Fruit Basket out?
SDM: Yeah. Had a hard time finding Eco's address. Hope he gets it. Class move, dear.
DM: Fruit baskets are the first step to World Peace. Speaking of World Peace, have you ever heard back from Eric regarding that Fruit Basket business? I think it's a good idea - low overhead, high demand...
SDM: At least in OOWF. Why don't you just do it yourself?
DM: Because I'm not a YALE-EDUCATED person.
SDM: You're not done with that yet?
DM: Never done.
SDM: Super.
DM: Call Eric for me later?
SDM: Yeah, fine, I'll get to it. Check out any OOWF-TV?
DM: Some.
SDM: You were 100% right about Moose.
DM: Oh? He pussied out? What a fucking shock. When the going gets tough, Moosehead Jack gets-a-pussyin'. Heaven forbid EVERYONE gets the chance to see me kick Moose's ass on free TV. Mr. Gotta Pop the Buyrates. What a fucking fraud.
SDM: Corporate Moose. Who'd have thunk?
DM: Don't you mean Corporate Ket?
SDM: Nooooooo...Ket is TOTALLY DIFFERENT from Moose. Totally. The postcards prove it and everything.
DM: Yeah. I'm fucking sold. That Moose is nothing if not honest. He's scared. Of me. I've stripped him of every defense mechanism he's ever used, proven him to be a fraud and a liar time and again, to the point where he Ran. Away. Feuding with Davin Moreland isn't the same as Feuding with Generic Comic Book Superhero Guy. He got called out. He got embarrassed. Hell, even his fans turned on him. They don't cheer. They don't boo. They're just indifferent, because Moosehead Jack is nothing more than a one-trick pony, and that pony's halfway to the glue factory.
SDM: Done?
DM: Had to remind people that we're still feuding. If it were up to him, he'd let everyone forget in a futile attempt to stay away from me. Not happening. You want to run from Ol' Davin at Mayhem next week? Fine. Whatever. You're a giant pussy, but whatever, this isn't new ground being broken. That PPV Match is signed, booked and the posters are printed. You HAVE to show up. You can no longer hide. You can no longer pussy out. You can no longer use your lame "Ket is Totally Not Moose" racket. It's going to me a lot of me beating the holy hell out of you. Because, Moose, you don't intimidate me, and you don't scare me. And that simple fact scares the living shit out of you. That's your whole game. That's all you bring to the table. And once that's gone, the emperor has no clothes. Sorry, but I have no choice. I'm not going to guarantee that I'll end your career - but I sure as fuck will do my best to ruin it forever. How? Not by injury or cheap shot. No. By destroying your credibility and your reputation. By proving to everyone once and for all that your bark is, and always has been, far worse than your bite. You're a coward, Moosehead Jack. You're scared of me. Everyone knows this now, and my mission is nearly complete. Just have to get in that arena, fucko. Let me end the facade of "Moosehead Jack". Let me end you. Turn the page and start a new chapter. It's a mercy killing. I hear Dr. Jack Kevorkian wants to be in attendance.
SDM: Done?
DM: Until the next time I feel like running my mouth on that fraud. *goes back to the computer*
SDM: Psykle tape? Still?
DM: Can't get a read on him, hon. Not a ton of tape. Not a ton of tape from other feds. All I know is that he's big and pretty agile.
SDM: Kinda like you.
DM: Well, no. He's obviously not as good as me. But he's taller than me, and seems to be pretty strong too. Not too many people fit that description around here, so I'm having a tough time getting a game plan together.
SDM: Why do you need a set in stone "game plan" against a rookie?
DM: Honestly? I haven't been in a legitimate one-on-one match in several weeks.
SDM: Nervous?
DM: I guess, some. Some fans haven't totally bought my face turn, so that's frustrating. Don't even do it Kayfabe.
*Kayfabe comes into the room and assumes a stance. She glares at Davin and does the international sign for "I'm watching you" before leaving*
DM: And on top of that, I have to get into the ring against a guy who has no discernible personality or gimmick. All I know is what he does in the ring.
SDM: Like Fulton?
DM: Nah, he has a gimmick now. Coulrophobia plus any port in the storm. That's enough for a gimmick.
SDM: Point.
DM: I mean, if I only know what a guy does in the ring, that's really only like 3/4ths of the story. If I get the gimmick and personality, I can figure out how he thinks. Anticipate things. You know?
SDM: I do now. You never talk about this stuff.
DM: What stuff?
SDM: You know, the inside baseball stuff. How you actually prepare. What your thought process is when entering a match. That stuff. It's interesting. You should talk about it more.
DM: I didn't think you gave a shit.
SDM: *rests her head on Davin's shoulder* There's a lot you don't know about me.
DM: Chad's gonna be pissed at you.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 12, 2011 1:21:31 GMT -5
El Lobo Sangriento walks into Ric Flair's Sandwich Shoppe where a crowd of wrestlers, including JW Westgaard, have gathered around Flair and Mai Muyo. Mai chops Flair across the chest as the crowd "WOOO"'sEl Lobo: What's going on here? Flair: Hey, mask-boy! Check it out, I get to smack her titties! Flair chops Mai across the chest as she stumbles back and the crowd "WOOO"'sEl Lobo: ...Are you two having a fight? Mai: Oh, not at all. I just came across Ric Flair, and was like, oh man, Ric Flair! We should have a chop off! *chops Flair* WOOOO!!! El Lobo: Huh. Funny how that wasn't my first reaction. JW Westgaard: Really? It was mine. Mai: Right. So listen, I wanted to thank you for how you treated my brot--*Flair chops Mai*--SHIT! Flair: WOOOO! El Lobo: Your brother? Mai: Yeah. A lot of people really lost control when he treated them badly, leading to the escalation. Mai chops Flair hard, and he stumbles around and Flair flops.Mai: But you kept it all business. I know he's not in his right mind right now, but when he takes some time to heal, he'll appreciate and respect that. El Lobo: Well, I'm glad to hear that--did Ric Flair just blade? Ric Flair stands up, with a sudden crimson mask. He chops a surprised Mai hard across the chest.Mai: MOTHERFUCKER! Flair: WOOOOOO!!! El Lobo: Ric, that's a pretty big gash-- Flair: (bleeding a little too much) Not as big a gash as I gave your MOTHER last night when I took her for a ride on SPACE MOUNTAIN, FAT BOY! El Lobo: Did you...did you just claim to cut open my mother during sex? Flair: ...Yes. Flair sits down. I don't feel so good. El Lobo: Mai, you should probably call the nursing staff. JW Westgaard: I'll get it. JW exits.Mai: Can't I just chop him quick so I win? El Lobo: Is that the rule? Mai: ...I don't remember? (turns to Flair) Did we have rules? Flair: WOO! (Flair flops back in the chair) Mai: ...I'll get the nursing staff. Suddenly, JW Westgaard runs down the hallway.JWW: I DIDN'T MEAN IT, STAN!!! JW runs away, as the nurse comes around the corner.Joker Nurse: Something I said? FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 12, 2011 1:22:10 GMT -5
<Moosehead Jack is coming out of the Tokyo Dome after catching a night of Sumo wrestling when he is stopped by SFJ13>
SFJ13: Moose!
MHJ: Well, what brings you all the way to Japan 13?
SFJ13: Management wanted me to get your comments on Davin’s promo today……you did see it, right?
MHJ: Yeah I saw it, Fire sent it to me
SFJ13: And?
MHJ: And, things are really simple……One….Davin thinks I am Ket and not here in Japan. Two….I don’t give a shit what Davin Moreland thinks.
SFJ13: That’s it?
MHJ: That’s it.
SFJ13: I came all the way here for that?
MHJ: Sucks for you
SFJ13: I need more
MHJ: Don’t we all
SFJ13: Seriously, expand
MHJ: <getting furiously angry> DAVIN MORELAND! YOU FUCKING DARE CALL ME OUT? YOU FUCKING DARE! YOU THINK I AM SCARED? SCARED? MOOSEHEAD JACK IS NOT SCARED OF ANYONE! AT MID-SUMMER NIGHT’S SCREAM, I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU BLEED! I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU SUFFER! I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU WISH YOU HAD NEVER STEPPED INTO THAT RING! AND WHEN I AM DONE, I AM GOING TO ENJOY YOUR BLOOD DAVIN! I AM GOING TO RESPECT THOSE WHO BLED BEFORE ME AND SACRIFICE YOU TO THE WRESTLING DEMONS! TRUST ME!
<SFJ13 just stares at Moose>
MHJ: There
SFJ13: What the fuck was that?
MHJ: That was the sound bite you wanted. Use that
SFJ13: Now, how bout some REAL comments
MHJ: <chuckling> why? What difference does it make? Davin will hear what Davin wants to hear. I could sit here for a week and say I don’t give a shit if he fears me or not. All Davin will hear is “Moose is afraid of me” so what is the point? Davin, the match is at the pay per view. It is signed, sealed, and delivered. What POSSIBLE fucking reason would I have for stepping in the ring before that? Seriously, give me one? And if you say ANYTHING you are a hypocrite, a liar, and have taken your level of pandering to those idiot fans to a new level of awful that is, quite honestly, well below you.
You have said it yourself in the past, pick your battles, know your war, use things to your advantage. There is no reason in the world for me to get into the ring with you before the pay per view. None. Zero. And Davin knows this. But, Davin being Davin, he is going to pander to the fans and make it sound like Moosehead Jack is afraid of him. You know what Davin? You go ahead. Knock yourself out big guy. Get the fans all riled up. Rally them behind you. Make them all want me dead. Tell them all I am a coward, tell them all I am worthless and beneath you. Tell them all you are going to end my career, tell them all it will be a mercy killing. Rally them behind you, hook them all with your bullshit. I am begging you, do it.
Cause then when I beat you, and I will beat you, YOU will be the one exposed as the biggest fraud and hypocrite in the OOWF. Davin Moreland, the Greatest of all time…..losing to washed up, ‘ol has-been, one trick pony, Moosehead Jack. You know, I should really thank you Davin, you have not only given me a month long vacation to recover from all those nagging injuries, but you have taken ALL the pressure off of me in this match. Seriously, to hear you speak, there is no earthly reason I should be in the same ring with you, let alone BEATING you. So really, what do I have to lose? Nothing at all. If I were to lose, well, that’s because I am a pathetic old washed up one trick pony in the ring with a legend in his own time, it is how things are to be.
But, when I win? What does that say about Davin Moreland? What does that say about the Greatest of all Time? It says, Davin Moreland couldn’t beat a pathetic washed up old hack in Moosehead Jack. I am sure the fans, the promoters, and all your sponsors will be just fine with that.
SFJ13: Davin claims it is you under the mask as Ketsueki Seishin
MHJ: And I am sure if asked Davin would also claim he is the center of the known universe and the sun revolves around him. People need to understand that most of what Davin says is self serving bullshit. The man makes Hulk Hogan blush when it comes to shameless self-promoting. The fact is this. If you think I am Ket, prove it. How simple is that? Ket is right there. You have seen him in the ring, you have seen him backstage, prove it. But you haven’t. Because you KNOW that is not me. You KNOW you are wrong. You KNOW I am in Japan. If I wasn’t, and be honest here, do you REALLY think I would go an entire month without wrapping HDB upside your head? Moosehead Jack is not exactly known for self-restraint.
So, whatever Davin. Keep talking. Say what you want. I really don’t care. When I came back to the OOWF, I targeted you because you pissed me off. The fact is, you really don’t matter. I am going to win this match, and then I am moving on. There are more important things for me to do than waste time with Davin Fucking Moreland. So enjoy it while it lasts. Keep making attempts at trashing my legacy to cement yours. Mine is set, you are once removed from being a fucking nut case talking to a piece of rebar, or worse, a guy jobbing to Undertaker’s daughter. Davin, you have managed to surround yourself with yes-men who put you over, you have managed to build your reputation off the backs of real legends in the OOWF, LD Williams, Chris Cole, Stank, and many more. You ride their coattails, claim you are one of them, then turn around and trash their legacy all while trying to build yours.
Davin, if I cared about you one iota, I would call you pathetic, but the fact is, I don’t. You are not family, you never have been family, and you never will be family. You are also not worth my time. I will see you at the pay per view, then after that? I will see you in hell.
<Moose smirks, then turns and walks away>
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 12, 2011 1:22:41 GMT -5
*Davin is WALKING~! over to the DEA Suites, and he knocks. Alexander answers*
DM: Cough it up.
AD: Wait, you're serious?
DM: Yeah. $1. He went on a HHH-style rant that ran for like 20 minutes. But ZERO mention of Alexander Darling. Or Darling. Or Alex.
AD: That can't possibly be true.
DM: Just face it, man. He's just not that into you anymore. Bet's a bet. Pay up.
AD: *digs in his pocket for $1 and hands it to Davin* Here. This might be the best dollar I ever spent.
DM: Well, it IS Moose, and he's incapable of changing, so it's entirely possible he just forgot. I'm sure he'll rip into a coma-inducing rant filled with "Alexander"s next time.
AD: Super. So answer me this though, Davin. Why SHOULD he show up before the PPV?
DM: To prove that he's not a frightened little pussy. Really, it's that simple. I challenged his manhood, and he no-showed. My work's pretty much done, now.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 12, 2011 1:23:14 GMT -5
*Davin is WALKING~! over to the DEA Suites, and he knocks. Alexander answers*
DM: Cough it up.
AD: Wait, you're serious?
DM: Yeah. $1. He went on a HHH-style rant that ran for like 20 minutes. But ZERO mention of Alexander Darling. Or Darling. Or Alex.
AD: That can't possibly be true.
DM: Just face it, man. He's just not that into you anymore. Bet's a bet. Pay up.
AD: *digs in his pocket for $1 and hands it to Davin* Here. This might be the best dollar I ever spent.
DM: Well, it IS Moose, and he's incapable of changing, so it's entirely possible he just forgot. I'm sure he'll rip into a coma-inducing rant filled with "Alexander"s next time.
AD: Super. So answer me this though, Davin. Why SHOULD he show up before the PPV?
DM: To prove that he's not a frightened little pussy. Really, it's that simple. I challenged his manhood, and he no-showed. My work's pretty much done, now.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 12, 2011 1:23:46 GMT -5
GM Selena is at her desk rifling through some papers. Chuckles is in the room, but we don't see him yet since the ninjacams don't focus on him since he's so damn creepy.
CtC: Eh, juh juh juh juh.
GMSa-T: Please stop.
CtC: juh.
Selena reacts to the sound of the chair in front of her desk moving. She looks up and sees Firewoman. Selena continues to look through the papers, obviously trying to not make eye contact. The awkward silence continues for quite a while before Firewoman finally speaks.
FW: Why?
GMSa-T: Why what?
FW: Why did you keep me on as Commissioner?
GMSa-T: Three reasons. One, you're surprisingly good at it. Two, I don't wanna deal with all that legal stuff. And three, keeping you busy is better than you running around backstage being, well, YOU.
FW: I'm going to behave. I have someone else to think about now.
GMSa-T: So I hear. Congrats on that. Consider your job my gift to you and the baby. It'll give you something to do for the year or so you'll be out.
FW: Eight months, tops.
Selena finally looks up from her papers and laughs.
GMSa-T: Eight months? Really?
FW: Yes. I figure I'm about two months in and...
GMSa-T: Wait, wait. You think you're gonna be in ringshape after a month?
FW: That's the plan.
GMSa-T: Dude! You think your abs are gonna pop back into place? They're stretched out like a balloon. It'll take you months to get back into your ring shape, and that's with the best trainers, which, let's face it, aren't gonna put up with you.
FW: I think I'll surprise you. I've done it before.
Firewoman grins wickedly.
GMSa-T: Wow, it took you five minutes to bring that up. I haven't forgotten the airport.
FW: You should be grateful. I could've killed him.
Another awkward moment of silence passes.
GMSa-T: Got a name yet?
FW: Not yet.
GMSa-T: Gonna go natural? Or water birth. Seems very Zen of you.
FW: I haven't given it much thought.
GMSa-T: Ya should.
FW: How do you...
GMSa-T: Mama Poe was all over me about having kids at the wedding. I think she was disappointed I wasn't pregnant when we left the Maldives.
FW: So glad I missed that.
Selena looks back up at Firewoman again as Firewoman gets up to leave.
GMSa-T: Do your job and we won't have any trouble, Fire.
FW: Same for you.
GMSa-T: Can I offer you one piece of advice before you go?
FW: Sure, what?
GMSa-T: If you have twins, do NOT get them a toy doctor's kit.
Firewoman looks at Selena confused, then shakes her head and heads to the door. Chuckles is standing at the doorway.
CtC: Eh, juh, juh, juh, juh.
Firewoman goozles Chuckles by the throat, slamming him against the wall.
FW: Don't EVER say that to me again unless you want that fake flower to not be the only part of you that is spraying.
CtC: juh.
Firewoman drops Chuckles and leaves.
GMSa-T: *melodic tone* I warned you...
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 12, 2011 1:24:21 GMT -5
<back to Japan where SFJ13 is showing Moose Davin's latest ramblings>
MHJ: <laughing hysterically> CHALLENGED MY MANHOOD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ on a cracker. Challenged my manhood! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH! Not gonna work Davin. See you at the pay per view.
<We fade out, then fade back in>
MHJ: Oh yeah, and fuck you too Darling
<fade>
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