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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:24:20 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Sicily, Italy
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Triple Threat Match[/u] Alexander Darling vs. Stank vs. Matt Folz
OOWF Intercontinental Title Triple Threat Match[/u] Stan Fulton vs. JW Westgaard vs. DH Magnusson
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] El Lobo Sangriento vs. J-P Sparxx
Brass Knuckle Kings & Regicide vs. Night Marchers & Drink & Destroy Firewoman vs. Psykle Chris Evans vs. Mai Muyo Texpress vs. TBA CC Scott vs. TBA
Card subject to Don Veto approval
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:25:01 GMT -5
Firewoman is RUSHING~! in the halls at the hospital in Greece, Alexander and Lucky following behind her. They finally make it to the right place, and a doctor updates Lucky on Moose's condition, and Lucky translates for Fire.
L: So, just wait here, and they'll let you know when you can see him.
FW: Okay.....
L: I'll go get you some coffee...Alex?
AD: I'm good....
Lucky takes off.
FW: You don't have to be here.
AD: Yeah, I do. I won't go in or anything.
FW: Might inspire him to wake up so he can finish killing you.
AD: Um, thanks?
She tries to smile, but fails.
FW: Seriously, Xan...first Podvod's visit, now this.....If anything happens to Moose, I can't--
She starts to get choked up. Alex comforts her.
AD: Shhhh...it'll be okay....We can go check on Davin while--
Firewoman pulls away and stops him with a cold look.
AD: What?
FW: Did you not see that?
AD: Yeah, I saw two grown men trying to kill each other and doing such an equally good job that a decision in the match couldn't be made. I mean, neither one has a moral high ground here.
FW: *sighs* I know...you're right...it's just....Davin's going to have Samantha, and the rest of his "angels" around him. Moose has got....well, no one. Except me....
AD: Yeah.... but--
FW: And I know you don't get this. And Davin doesn't get it. Hell, even I don't get it. But...he's my brother, and no matter what he's done, or hasn't done.....
Alexander nods.
AD: You're right. I don't get it.
They are interrupted by the nurse who, through sign language says they can go in.
AD: I'll be staying out here. Out of sight.
FW: Probably best. Look, I know you want to celebrate your win, so you can go and--
AD: We can do that later.
FW: Okay...thanks...actually, a favor?
AD: Anything.
FW: Go check on Davin for me? I DO actually care, it's just....
AD: Not a problem. Go see Moose.
Firewoman nods and goes into Moose's room, as Alexander heads to Davin's room. Camera shift as Fire walks into Moose's room, tries to compose herself, and pulls a chair up to sit down. We fade to the sound of beeping hospital equipment.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:25:44 GMT -5
*Fire is still sitting in the chair much later, looking very tired. Mai Muyo walks in and taps her on the shoulder*
Mai: Just because he has to sleep here doesn't mean you have to.
Fire: It's fine. No one else will be by--why are you here?
Mai: To relieve you.
Fire: He's my brother.
Mai: True, he is your burden. But we are called to, "Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ." That's Galatians 6.
Fire: Mai, I really don't want to hear any more about your Christianity right now.
Mai: You abide by every superstition in this world but eschew mine?
Fire: (standing up) Don't you even--
Mai: Good, you're up. (Mai slides down into the chair.) Now go home. I'll watch him.
Fire: I don't trust you to do that.
Mai: Have you eaten since you got here?
Fire: ...Lucky got me coffee.
Mai: It clearly wore off. Can you trust me enough to let me watch for thirty minutes while you duck down and get food?
Fire: ...There's a reason I didn't want to hire you to be my nanny.
Mai: (drooping) I'm really, really sorry about...I was so happy for you. I really, um--
Fire: Look, I'm not talking about it with you. Stay here, I'll be in the kitchen. See you in a half-hour.
*Fire exits. Mai looks both ways and takes a cross out of her pocket, slipping it in the sleeping Moose's hand. She clutches it tightly, kneels, and closes her eyes.*
Mai: Dear Jesus, Divine Physician and Healer of the sick, we turn to you in this time of illness.
O dearest comforter of the troubled, alleviate our worry and sorrow with your gentle love, and grant us the grace and strength to accept this burden. Dear God, we place our worries in your hands. We place our sick under your care and humbly ask that you restore your servant Jack to health again.
*She pauses.*
Mai: Above all, grant us the grace to acknowledge your will and know that whatever you do, you do for the love of us. Amen.
*Mai steps back, rises, and sits back on the chair. She looks up at the monitor watching the CNBC ticker with discussions of Greek default.*
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:27:28 GMT -5
*Davin's Hospital Room - The Angels, Chad, Zane, Bridgette, J-P Sparxx, Jewel and Alex are all squeezed into the room, and quietly chatting. The only other things we hear are the ventilator and the heart monitor beeping regularly. Suddenly, Davin's eyes fly open. There's a little commotion, until Davin is able to point to the ventilator jammed down his throat. What a shocker, he wants to talk. The doctor clears everyone out of the room except for Samantha, and remove the ventilator, because he appears to be breathing just fine on his own. A couple of sips of water later, and here we are. There's a nurse in there taking vitals.*
DM: Hey.
SDM: Hey.
DM: Is he dead?
SDM: *looks at him strangely* Uh..nooo...
DM: *looks dejected* Did I win?
SDM: Well...
DM: I lost?
SDM: No. You most definitely didn't lose.
DM: Then what the fuck?
SDM: Glaw...um...stopped the match after like 88 minutes when you both appeared to be unconscious.
DM: He's such a horrible referee. He makes Hebner look competent.
SDM: Umm...
DM: If there's no countout, no DQ, no holds barred, then what the FUCK is he stopping the match for?
SDM: Because you were both near death?
DM: Fuck that. He had no authority to stop the match. Where is he?
SDM: Who?
DM: Who the fuck do you think? Moose.
SDM: Wait...what?
DM: That result is going to get thrown out as soon as Selena gets a chance to look at it. That means the match is still going. That means I have to go finish him off.
SDM: Jesus Davin, he IS finished. He's never going to be the same again. Rumor has it he got so many severe concussions in that match so quickly that he'll be eating through a straw for the next several years.
DM: All the better. I need to make a pin. *He tries to get up but a) He really can't and b) there are way too many tubes and things preventing him even if he could* Help me up.
SDM: Excuse me?
DM: Uh. Help. Me. Up. Help-o Me-o Up-o?
SDM: Yeah...THAT'S not gonna happen.
DM: I don't think you understand.
SDM: No. YOU don't understand, you fucking psycho! You could have died! And not like "kinda died". I mean "hit by a train died".
DM: I was hit by a train once. Wrestled a 2 of 3 falls match right after-
SDM: Ok seriously? Stop talking.
DM: You know, I don't appreciate-
SDM: And I don't appreciate you trying to make me a fucking widow. Ok? I mean Jesus, I don't even know if I'm letting you go back there.
DM: "Let" me. That's funny.
SDM: No. No, it's not funny at all. You want to wrestle? Fine. But you've got a knee to fix and ribs to fix and a concussion to fix and God knows what else to fucking fix before that can happen. And even after that, I'm not letting you do a match like this again. No way. You can go wrestle Onslaught or something.
DM: Onslaught's boring.
SDM: Good. At least you won't die that way.
DM: Don't you get it? That's how this ends with Moose and me. That's the only way it ends. I'm not spending the next 2 years listening to him talk about me in his promos. So NO, I can't just let this go, because I don't have that option. Now HELP ME.
SDM: No.
DM: Fine, I'll do it without your help.
SDM: *smiles* Fine. *She sits down and starts playing with her phone*
*Davin struggles mightily just to move, never mind actually get up. He tries this several times, with Samantha essentially ignoring him*
SDM: These birds? They're fucking ANGRY.
DM: *sweating and short of breath. His heart monitor has sped up noticeably.* You are seriously the least helpful person right now.
SDM: I'm helping you way more by playing Angry Birds.
*Suddenly Davin's heart monitor speeds way up and he falls back onto the bed. Nurses and Doctors flood the room and check on him for a few minutes before taking more vitals and leaving.*
SDM: *still playing Angry Birds* Told ya.
DM: *weaker than before* Angry Birds is just for people who suck at Words With Friends.
SDM: *stops playing and moves right next to the bed* Who am I going to play against? You?
DM: You have other friends.
SDM: I do. But I don't have any more Yous.
DM: Do you want me to die? Because I'm pretty sure I just choked on my own vomit. You may as well have shoved 20 lbs. of sugar down my throat.
SDM: *holds his hand* Sorry. I can't help it sometimes. And it's YOUR FUCKING FAULT. Because I'm not like that. Ever. I'm a Darling.
DM: Yeah. You guys usually reserve that for your siblings.
SDM: I really could smother you with a pillow and no one would notice.
DM: *thinks* Yeah, you're probably right.
*Silence for a bit*
SDM: This wasn't like the other times, you know. You could have legit died. It was serious.
DM: Nah. I wasn't dying. Check my neck.
SDM: *digs under his gown, and pulls something out* What the fuck is this?
DM: Scapular.
SDM: Really?
DM: Check the pocket of my jeans.
SDM: *she digs in one of the pockets and pulls out 3 small medals* You had these with you?
DM: St. Patrick, St. Rita and St. Jude. Yes'm.
SDM: *appears really stunned* Ok...
DM: Patron Saint of Ireland. Patron Saint of Desperate Situations, and, my personal favorite, Patron Saint of Davins.
SDM: Wait, really?
DM: No. Lost Causes. Patron Saint of Lost Causes.
SDM: Oh. I see what you did there.
DM: ...
SDM: Why?
DM: Why what?
SDM: Why did you have these?
DM: Well. I figured that it's pretty much just a silly superstition, right? But then I also figured, "Why chance it", you know?
SDM: Ok...where did you get these?
DM: Ma.
SDM: Oh. Figures.
DM: Yeah, I think she got me the whole set at some point. I think they threw in a free toaster.
SDM: I've never seen you even look at them before. Or knew they existed.
DM: Really? St. Michael's in the glove compartment of the Camry.
SDM: ...
DM: Patron Saint of Drivers? Never been in an accident in that car.
SDM: ...
DM: What?
SDM: It's just...I mean...you never talk about this stuff.
DM: What stuff?
SDM: Religion. Catholicism. I mean, it's not like we GO. It's not like we got married in the church or anything. I didn't have any idea you even KNEW about this stuff, never mind, you know, believed in it.
DM: Well, it's not so much belief in this case as not taking chances. I mean, I had everything right there. May as well use it.
SDM: Ok...
DM: I mean, that IS how Ma talked you into taking the R.C.I.A. classes, right?
SDM: Wait, how in the HELL did you know about that? She told me it would be our secret!
DM: Didn't find out from her.
SDM: ...
DM: Jamie Lynn talked to Shawn, who asked me, and I quote "What the fuck is a Rica Class, and why is Samantha taking them?"
SDM: ...
DM: Congratulations, I would have liked to have been there.
SDM: ...
DM: Who were your sponsors?
SDM: Are we done with this now?
DM: I also know it wasn't Ma's idea.
SDM: Ok, we're now officially done with this, ok?
DM: Do you have anything to confess?
SDM: Pillow. Smother. No witnesses. Think about it, fucko.
DM: Such violence.
SDM: Why did any of this come up anyway? I mean, really, you certainly aren't...you know...religious?
DM: Well, we're all religious, Sammy. Just some people show it in different ways or with different beliefs I guess.
SDM: Ok. That doesn't answer my question.
DM: Mai.
SDM: Your what?
DM: No. Mai. The person.
SDM: Wait. You mean, that whack-job, Asperger's-combined-with-ADHD-acting sister of that sociopath?
DM: Uh-huh. Her.
SDM: For the love of God, WHY?
DM: Well, it's not her per se. Just, it's been "around", you know? So it kind of gave me the idea going into the match. So I did it. And here I am. Happy, healthy and never felt better.
SDM: That's the morphine drip talking.
DM: For the last 2? Yeah.
SDM: Up for visitors?
DM: Nah...just stay with me for a bit, k?
SDM: K.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:28:08 GMT -5
**Firewoman walks out of Moose’s hospital room and finds Lucky, Stank, Tytan, Stan Fulton, L.D. Williams and Mrs. Williams talking quietly. She stops, surprised, and L.D. hands her a cup of coffee.**
FW: “How long have you guys been here?”
L: “They got here just after you went in.”
FW: “Why didn’t you say anything?”
S: “He’s your brother. Figured we’d give you time.”
FW: “But Mai-”
T: “We stalled her for a while, but she just wouldn’t shut up.”
SF: “We figured she’d give you a break or a target. Either way, we wouldn’t have to listen to her anymore.”
FW: “I-I didn’t think anyone else would be here.”
S: “Where the hell else would we be?“
LDW: “Fire, Moose is a lot of things, most of them bad, but he’s not friendless.”
Mrs. W: “C’mon dear, let’s go find you some food. The boys‘ll watch out for Jack.”
**Mrs. Williams leads Firewoman away as we fade.**
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:28:49 GMT -5
As Mrs. Williams is leading Firewoman away, she calls over her shoulder.
FW: I don't care who does it, but get her out of there before I get back.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:29:23 GMT -5
CUT back to the hallway in front of Moose’s room. Stank, Tytan, LD and Fulton all look at each other.
SF: “Alright, I’m the new guy. I’ll do it.”
Stank almost grins a bit as Fulton pushes open the door to Moose’s room. The beeps from the monitors and the movement of the respirator are the only sounds heard. Mai Muyo is still bowed over Moose’s bed, his hand in her’s.
Fulton closes the door and waits for Mai to acknowledge his presence. She finally looks up, but doesn’t turn towards the door.
MM: “Hello, Mr. Fulton. Is there something with which I can help you?”
SF: “Muyo-san. I have been asked to escort you from the room if you are finished. There is concern that your presence might cause a disturbance once Mr. Quinn’s sister returns. She, as you may well know, is distrustful of your brother, and in turn, fairly or unfairly, also of you.”
MM: “But I am not like my brother. Besides, Juni was only trying to do what was best for Firewoman.”
SF: “O negai shimasu, Mai. We do not want to cause distress, real or imagined, which may interfere with Moose’s recovery.”
Mai thinks about this for a minute before responding.
MM: “What you say is true, Mr. Fulton. I will go. But I do not want him unprotected.”
SF: “On that you have no worry. Stank, Tytan, LD and myself will in one form or another be outside that door at all times. No one will get in without Lisa’s approval.”
Mai smiles a bit at this news.
MM: “Good. Thank you, uh... Stan.”
SF: “You’re welcome. Before we go though. One moment.”
Fulton walks back over to the bedside, bows his head for a minute or two and then walks back to Mai at the door.
SF: “We can go now.”
MM: “You prayed?”
SF: “God works in mysterious ways, Muyo-san. Even for Moose.”
Fulton escorts Mai out of the door as we FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:30:06 GMT -5
<Moose wakes up and shakes his head a little, drawing a wince of pain. He looks around and sees the tubes and whatnot sticking out of his body. He meticulously pulls each one out and sits up in bed. Moose looks around, but the room is empty. He gets to his feet and walks out the door and down the halls, but there is no one there, the hospital appears to be deserted. He comes to the end of the hallway and goes through a door and up some stairs. He goes through another door and we see he is on the hospital roof in the cool Athenian night. Moose walks to the edge of the building and looks down over the edge, then looks out at the amazing view from the hospital as the wind blows through his hair. Moose steps on the ledge of the building and looks down again then a calm seems to come over him. Before anything can happen, we hear a voice from behind>
V: JACKIE!
<Moose turns around and sees Sean Quinn step out from behind some stone work>
MHJ: What the FUCK are you doing here?
SQ: What are you doing up here?
MHJ: <thinking> I dunno. Now why the FUCK are you here?
SQ: I'm a changed man Jack
MHJ: Fuck you
SQ: I saw how Eco helped Rosie. I see what Lisa went through. I watch.
MHJ: Go away
SQ: I've changed Jackie. I'm off the booze. Been almost a month, hardest month of my life.
MHJ: My heart breaks for you
SQ: It doesn't have to be like this you know
MHJ: You know what I know? I know the man that tried to beat me to death is standing before me. Give me ONE good reason that I shouldn't teach you how to fly right now
SQ: Because I'm not here Jackie
MHJ: What the fuck are you........
SQ: You'll wake up, and maybe this will make sense. You have every reason to hate me, but I am not what you hate most. What you are chasing will only cause more pain......more of where you are now. If I can change.........
<Sean Quinn has walked to the edge of the building where Moose is standing>
SQ: .......if I can change, you can too Jackie, it's not too late
<Moose snarls and swings at Sean, but Sean disappears. Moose teeters on the edge of the building for a moment, then falls over the edge. Just then, in the hospital room, Moose wakes up, eyes wide, breathing hard, sweating profusely. He takes a moment to collect himself, then weakly reaches over and hits the call button for the nurse as we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:31:03 GMT -5
DVD, DDT, and OBJ (lot of acronyms on this team) are sitting enjoy a round of drinks when Ashley comes over with the lineup.
Ashley: Have you guys seen the lineup for this week?
Danny and DVD shake there heads no, and OBJ just belches.
Ashley: It looks like you are facing the BKK again.
DVD: Is it for the titles?
Ashley: Nope.
OBJ: Non title is okay, we beat them at that, and we become number one contender I would think.
Ashley: Well it's non title, but it's also an 8-man.
DVD: We have to face all four of em?
Danny points to OBJ and Himself and then holds up for fingers while shooting a questioning look.
Ashley: Nope, DH won't be joining you. It's BKK and Regicide vs D&D and .....
DVD: The Hawaiians.
Ashley: (looking shocked) How did you know?
DVD: Because if it was the Texans, you would not be dragging it out so much. Why do you like to torment me?
Ashley: Because it's fun Vic. Glad to have you back.
With that Ashley leaves and the boys turn to discuss the match.
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for I thought you had forgiven the Hawaiians.
Danny mimes smacking his face and then smirks.
DVD: It's more than that Danny. This new thing Noelani has them doing, something about it seems off to me. Makes me wonder just who will be in our corner this week.
OBJ: Now, now, the same could be said for me.
Danny nods and even points to himself.
No, the way you guys act in the ring, even when you go full on hinterlands Jack, it's still you. But this thing, is dark, it's dangerous. It gives me the shivers.
OBJ: That could be just what the Hawaiians need.
DVD: Or it could be what ruins what they have.
Danny makes the motion of talking and then makes a hula motion.
DVD: If they want to talk, they know where to find us. Until then, I'm not stepping any closer to Noelani then I have to.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:31:51 GMT -5
Selena is SITTING~ at her desk on her cell phone. We can tell by the way she's talking that it's Poe on the other end, but I'll save you from all that. She's interrupted by a knock at the door.
GMSa-T: Come in!
Stan Fulton comes in with the Intercontinental Championship belt slung over his shoulder.
GMSa-T: Omie, I gotta go, Crusher's here.
Selena hangs up the phone and motions for Stan to sit.
SF: Where's that damn creepy clown?
GMSa-T: I sent him away. Just for you.
SF: Thank you.
Stan sits down.
GMSa-T: See? I told you you'd get your belt back.
SF: After I lost it in a match I wasn't prepared for.
Selena laughs as she sits back in her chair.
GMSa-T: Dude, that stuff's gonna happen, you just gotta roll with it. You're champ again and that's all that matters. Everyone wants a shot at you and it's my job to make sure they get you if they deserve you.
SF: Just give me time to prepare next time.
GMSa-T: If you're a good little...well, there's nothing little about you. A good big Crusher.
SF: Are you calling me fat?
GMSa-T: I um...pfft...I um...
Great timing! El Lobo Sangriento comes in with the Onslaught Championship belt around his waist. Fulton gets out of his chair as if he's ready for a fight. El Lobo is also ready to fight in reaction.
GMSa-T: Whoa, whoa, who, c'mon guys! None of that. Well, none yet, you know I love a good fight, but that's not why you're here, Los Lobos, sit down.
ELS: My name is...
GMSa-T: Alberto Del Rio! But I already knew that!
ELS: Miss Selena, do not compare me with that piece of sh...
GMSa-T: Language! Nah, dude, I know who you are, your name is just really long, so chilax. No, the reason I brought you both here is congratulate you on your title wins. Yay!
Selena claps and then pulls on a cord near her desk. Confetti and balloons fall from the ceiling as Selena stands up and spins around in it. Fulton and Lobo watch the falling confetti, but remain in their chairs.
GMSa-T: Okay, now for your presents, you're gonna love this.
Selena reaches under her desk and pulls out two bottles of fine Italian wine and hands one each to Fulton and El Lobo.
ELS: Thank you Miss Selena.
SF: I'm more of a beer guy, but this should do nicely.
GMSa-T: Awesome. They're from the finest vineyard in Sicily. Hell if I know what it's called, Omar got it. But congrats again. Now, if you boys will excuse me, I gotta go get some law dudes and get one of our boys out of jail.
Selena pats Fulton on the shoulder as she walks out the door. Just as she does, Chuckles the Clown enters. Fulton sees him, screams, and bull rushes him. She slams Chuckles through the drywall. Selena pops her head back in the door and laughs.
GMSa-T: Dude, I hope I got him good insurance.
Selena laughs again as she leaves.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:36:04 GMT -5
Aina is leaning against the cell bars, still in full ring gear. There are two other Greek men in the cell with him. Both men look beaten and battered. We hear a door open down the hallway. A Greek guard is leading an attorney in a fine suit down the hallway towards the cell while Selena skips beside them.
GMSa-T: Who's your decorator, dude? This looks like a Lisa Quinn-Darling original.
The guard says nothing as he opens the cell. He says something in Greek to the other men, but they're unconscious. He motions for Aina to leave the cell, but is visibly keeping his distance.
GMSa-T: Aloha! And yay freedom! Well, sort of.
Aina: Mahalo Selena. Although I expected Noelani.
GMSa-T: Yeah, she said something about you lost and anyway, took some work, but you're free now. No charges. Omar pulled some strings. Yay bribing!
One of Aina's cellmates starts to groan.
GMSa-T: Wow, both of those guys fell down and hurt themselves pretty bad huh?
Selena nudges the attorney in the ribs.
GMSa-T: Huh?
Att: Yes, at least according to the warden here, that's what happened.
Aina can't help but smile at that, which looks a little creepy with the skull makeup.
GMSa-T: Let's get you to the arena dude. We'll have catering make you a pina colata or something.
Aina: Who are we facing this week?
GMSa-T: I gave you Regicide again.
Aina: Good. I'm not finished with those haoles.
GMSa-T: AND...I gave you the Brass Knuckle Kings too!
Aina stops walking down the hallway.
Aina: What's the catch?
GMSa-T: No catch. You're teaming with Drink & Destroy.
Aina seems amused by this.
Aina: Should be good fun.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:36:41 GMT -5
Mrs. Williams heads back to Moose's room. Firewoman turns down a different hallway to where the Darling contingent has gathered. Alex comes over to her, as Fire glances Samantha's way, and quickly away.
AD: Did something--
FW: No, no....his friends are there, they made me take a break.
AD: You should sit down and rest...
FW: *she snaps* Really? What the fuck for?
AD: ...
FW: Wow....I'm sorry........
AD: It's okay....look, Davin is awake.
FW: Good...I'd...I'd like to see him, if it's okay...alone.
Samantha looks up from where she's been out talking to people.
SDM: Um....I don't know....
FW: I promise.....he's family, right?
SDM: Well....okay....but the door stays open.
Firewoman nods, and starts to go in. Alexander starts to go with her, but she turns around and makes him stop.
Perspective change finds us in the hospital room, where Davin is sort of sleeping. She walks in and positions herself so that she's actually blocking any view of what she and Davin might be saying. Davin apparently senses this and slowly, groggily, opens his eyes. It takes him a minute to focus, but when he does, for a fleeting moment, a look of fear passes over him. He regains composure, but not quickly enough.
FW: Don't worry. It's not what you think.
DM: No? Not going to kill me for hurting your stupid brother?
FW: I'm not going to lie, Davin. There's a part of me that, as I watched what you did, wanted to come in here with one of these *Fire pulls a scalpel out of her pocket, because, you know she carries those around* and carve you up.
DM: Clearly Alex is not as good an influence on you as I thought.
FW: Whatevs. At least I'm honest about it. Not a hypocrite like you.
DM: Huh?
FW: You need to be quiet and let me say my peace. You're right about us...our family history. Of course, you conveniently leave out stuff, including your own slightly discolored past.
DM: I do not. In fact I **mmph**
Firewoman has stuffed a roll of gauze into his mouth.
FW: That's better. And yes you are, Davin. You like to preach how different you are from Moose and I, but I defy you to watch the tape of that match and not see that you two are exactly the same. You just have a better handle on it than we do.
DM: *mmph*
FW: So....as I was contemplating what I was going to do to you to get even....I realized. Moose asked for this. It's what he wanted. He's no better than you, you are no better than him.
DM: *mmph*
FW: What I am trying to tell you......I'm admitting that you are right. It makes no sense to scream for vengeance when Moose put himself in this in the first place. It's not just that...there's a lot of changes coming, Davin, and they're way overdue....but I think I finally get it.....
DM: *mmph*
Firewoman takes the gauze out of Davin's mouth. He stretches his jaw a bit.
DM: If you're saying what I think you're saying, I'm a little speechless...and I kinda don't believe you. No, I more than kind of don't believe you.
FW: That's fine. You will in time, or you won't. This actually isn't about you. I know you find that shocking.
DM: So what is it about, Fire?
FW: *sidestepping the question* Stab in the side. Nice touch. Don't think I didn't notice. But he didn't do that.
DM: So he says.
FW: Either way...water under the bridge. It's over. All of it. I'm done, and I'm walking away.
DM: Walking away? From what?
Fire simply smiles and pats Davin on the hand.
FW: Get better quick, okay? She's going to need you.
DM: Who, Sam? Why?
Firewoman just smiles and leaves. Samantha stares after her and then rushes in to check on Davin as Alex follows Fire away from the room.
AD: So, yes, I eavesdropped. What are you up to?
FW: For a change? I'm up to nothing. You'll see. I have to go check on Moose.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:40:10 GMT -5
*Samantha Darling-Moreland is reading quietly next to a sleeping Davin when a doctor pops his head in.*
Doctor: Miss? Would you mind stepping right outside for one minute?
SDM: Huh? Um...sure.
*The doctor steps toward the bed as Samantha exits the room...bumping into Mai Muyo.*
Mai: Oh, hi Sam!
SDM: ...Were you spying on us?
Mai: Um, just kind of watching from the outside window.
SDM: YOU ARE SUCH A CREEPER!
Mai: Davin said he didn't want visitors.
SDM: How did you know that?
Mai: ...spying.
*Pause*
Mai: So, you took RCIA classes?
SDM: That's personal, and even if it wasn't, there's no way it could possibly be your business.
Mai: Well...I was just hoping I could get advice. From you or Davin.
SDM: Ritalin is the brand you want.
Mai: WILL YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME?
*Everyone in the hallway stops and turns around. Mai's face is red and Samantha looks taken aback.*
Mai: Look, I...people react really weirdly to my religion here...and maybe I'm just too overbearing...but I need guidance from someone, because my Okasan's not here, and I thought maybe you or Davin would be able to...help me moderate.
SDM: How so? Bring you down to High Anglican?
Mai: *laughs* No, I just...I want to not have people think ill of my faith just because I present badly. And you all seem...Catholic enough...to give me a crash course.
SDM: Um...
*Mai makes anime eyes*
SDM: Stop that. Well...hold on.
*Samantha Darling-Moreland pokes her head in to the doctor, who is checking tubes.*
SDM: Are you going to be in there a while?
Doctor: About twenty minutes? He's doing well...well, better.
SDM: *turning to Mai* Walk downstairs to the kitchen with me. But please be quiet.
Mai: Sure! Thanks! Actually...one second.
*Mai runs in to the room quickly and drops a small Saint Card on the table, and ducks back out.*
Mai: *smiling* Let's go.
*Samantha Darling-Moreland and Mai Muyo walk downstairs, while the camera zooms on the card*
Saint Bernadette Patron Saint of The Sick AND Those Ridiculed for Their Piety
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:41:02 GMT -5
CUT to the hallway outside of Moosehead Jack’s hospital room. There, at this time, are The Crusher Stan Fulton and Regicide’s LD Williams.
They must have some pull somewhere, as they’re not sitting in plastic hospital waiting room chairs, but comfortable office chairs with side tables nearby. Drinks and snacks are out on the tables along with reading material.
LDW: “So where’s your Girl Friday? Haven’t seen her for a few weeks.”
SF: “She’s back in Columbia taking care of her father. Seems he’s got some terminal illness so she’s there for the time being. When she’s able, she’ll be back.”
LDW: “So you and she...?”
SF: “Nope. Strictly business.”
LDW: “. . .”
SF: “. . .”
LDW: “Speaking of strictly business. That thing between your manager and my mom...”
SF: “I’d rather not let that unpleasantness get in the way of whatever it is Moose has planned for us.”
LDW: “. . .”
SF: “. . .”
LDW: “So what’s up with the clowns?”
SF: “Seriously, LD? You’re going there?”
LDW: “What? It’s the first time you’ve had a gimmick that’s at all interesting? Davin says so.”
SF: “It’s not a gimmick. I hate clowns and midgets. Greasy lil’ shits.”
LDW: “No, really? Why the hate?”
SF: *sigh* “Fine. When I was about six years old, my parents took me to the circus. This was when they didn’t think I was a total disgrace. I was enjoying the acrobats and animal tamers and the food, of course.”
LDW: “Of course.”
SF: “Between the acts, the clowns would come out and entertain the crowd while the next act was being set up. Well a couple of clowns decided that they’d pick on this fat kid.
“Me.
“So they start in making fun of my weight and they get these little midget clowns to help. Finally I’m nearly in tears and one of the midgets trips this full sized clown and the guy falls right on top of me. I’m knocked to the floor with this big ass clown struggling to get up and apologizing to my parents all the while these midgets are rolling around laughing their asses off and the crowd is too.
“I had nightmares for the next week or two of clowns attacking me. Those evolved into clowns chasing me and gnawing my feet off with the help of midgets. Therapy’s never helped get those images out of my head.”
LDW: “That’s ... fucked up, dude.”
SF: “Yeah. I’m sure Selena will now put me in a match with Chuckles. Fuckin’ clowns.
“Speaking of our General Manager...”
Fulton pulls out the bottle of wine he received.
SF: “She gave me and Los Lobos one of these.”
Williams looks over the bottle.
LDW: “Not the best, but not the worst either. Should be good to use as a sauce with butter and blue cheese.”
SF: “That’s not a bad idea. Beats drinking it.”
LDW: “Aren’t you Italian?”
SF: “Yep. But if you’re raised in Minnesota you drink Schlitz with your hotdish. Not wine.”
LDW: “Hotdish?”
SF: “Usually elbow macaroni and hamburger mixed with a tomato-based sauce. Cooked in the oven at 350º for about 35-45 minutes.”
LDW: “Blech.”
SF: “A Norwegian staple.”
LDW: “So what’s with you and JW Westgaard?”
SF: “Gopher hockey doofus.”
LDW: “Isn’t the Minnesota college hockey team called the Gophers? And you’re from Minnesota?”
SF: “That’s just it, isn’t it? The effin’ Gophers get all the press, yet they’re shit for a team. If they didn’t get the most TV coverage and publicity, they’d have trouble being Division I. The Minnesota-Duluth Bulldogs are D-1 national champions and what’s the college hockey world talking about? The son of the Gopher’s coach got drafted by the state’s NHL team. Kid probably wouldn’t make the team without daddy’s help.”
LDW: “Bitter much?”
SF: “Hockey’s a passion for Minnesotans. The moniker “The State of Hockey” isn’t just a catchphrase. It’s a way of life. Every kid spent his winter skating on a backyard rink. Even those of us that never played hockey beyond those backyard rinks have a passion for the game.
“And we’re going to be happy to see the Gophers leave the WCHA for the new Big Ten league after next year. Good riddance.”
LDW: “And Westgaard is a big Gophers guy.”
SF: “Yep.”
LDW: “And that’s why you don’t like him.”
SF: “Yep. That and he thinks he can walk away for years and step right back to competing for my title.”
LDW: “Congrats on getting that belt back.”
SF: “Now I have to defend it in a three-way dance tomorrow night.”
LDW: “Not the first time you’ve done that.”
SF: “No, it’s not. Can you keep an eye out here for a bit alone? I need to promo this one.”
LDW: “Naw, go ahead. Ma put in an interview booth in that room across the hall.”
SF: “Nice. Be right back.”
Fulton gets up, puts the OOWF Intercontinental Championship belt over his shoulder and walks over to a door labeled “OOWF Interview Pod #1-A” and goes inside. There are cameras, banners and random SFJs all set up and ready to go.
SFJ#42: “Can we help you, Crusher?”
SF: “Naw. I got this one.”
Fulton grabs a microphone and steps in front of the old-school OOWF banner. The red light on the camera starts to glow.
SF: “I told you Cowboy Emo that I’d be taking this back from you. (Fulton pats the IC belt.) You can go back to curtain jerking with your little buddy, The One Night Stand. That’d be a good name for you, Zane. One Night Stand. Because that’s about how long you held a singles title. Guess Chad has been carrying you for all this time.
“Now, tomorrow night on Mayhem, I defend this title against my old buddy, DH Magnusson and that hockey poser, JW Westgaard.
“Maggs? I took our little series and you never got a whiff of this title. So we do it again. I certainly don’t anticipate there being any change.
“JW? We’ve already had a fight and you’ve barely been back. You’re not coming into the OOWF after years away and expect people to think you’re worthy of carrying this Intercontinental title. I certainly don’t. I’ve spent the past year and change fighting all comers and earning this title. You’ve earned nothing.
“Any caché you built way back when is long gone. Hell, I don’t even remember any of your matches; they’re that memorable. So it’d be best if you just stayed out of the way and let the big boys fight. Even though I think his glory days are long gone, I can still respect DH Magnusson for putting it out there night after night. He didn’t run away and hide. You? Not so much.
“So at the end of Mayhem tomorrow night I’ll walk out of the building and get a plane for the USA as the reigning OOWF Intercontinental Champion. You two? You’ll be lucky to walk out.
“Enjoy the pain.”
Fulton walks out, setting the mic down as he goes. He gets back to Moose’s room and plops into the empty chair.
LDW: “Not bad. A bit wordy though.”
SF: “This coming from the master of the four word promo.”
LDW: “I’m succinct.”
SF: “You’re wooden.”
LDW: “CLOWNS!”
SF: “Shut up!!”
LDW: “MIDGETS”
SF: “Fuck off!”
LD laughs as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:41:46 GMT -5
We cut to Ric's Sandwiche Shoppe......
Flair and Westgaard are watching Stan's Promo:
JW: did he just show some personality?
Flair: WOOOOO! Fatboy sure did!!!!
JW: I can't belive he had to explain to LD what hot dish is.....
Flair: Hot dish? Wooooo! maybe i should sell some here?
JW: um, not a good idea Ric.....Hotdishes are meant for funerals and Church pot-lucks...not a kick ass Sandwiche Shoppe.
JW: I will see ya in a bit, Time to go find # 47 and have a promo......
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:42:10 GMT -5
we cut to the Donovan Viper Memorial Promo Hallway where JW Westgaard is standing with Sexy Female Journalist #47
JW is wispering in #47's ear....she is blushing...
From off camera: We're on you two!!!!
#47: Oh!!! We're here with JW westgaard, Who is set to compete in a three way dance for the IC title at Mayhem. JW your thoughts?
JW: First off, DH....I am not over looking you, I know you can go, and I am looking forward to throwing punches with you again....
JW pauses: Now Stan, listen carefully....I will try and make the next few sentence as simple as possible for you.....because after that last promo, you have proved that not only do they grow them big on the Iron Range, they grow them quite dumb.....
Point 1, we TRUE Minnesotans don't drink Schlitz with our hot dish....no true Minnesotan would choose a brew from Fucking Milwaukee over anything made in State. Grain Belt, Summit, James Page, Surly...there ya go...fucking Schlitz
Point 2, Stop whining about UMD....congrats on your Title.....Your FIRST one. The Gophers have 5. Shut up
JW (pauses, now very serious):Now, You say you don't remember any of my Matches? Well you are doing a huge disservice to the history of this company and insulting a very good friend of mine and two damn good, yet psycho competitors....I was involved in one of the greatest matches of all time. Look up Bamboo Scaffold match. It won match of the year a few years ago. Of the four wrestlers involved....4 wrestlers in their prime I might add, I am the only one left in the business....might tell you something about the brutality of that match, and my desire to be here. Yes I may have left for a while, but I am back, not because I need to be here, but rather I want to be here.
I also want that Title, and Wednesday, you better be ready to fight to keep it because i just may take it from you and then maybe you can remember one of my matches.
JW stares into the camera as we fade....
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:42:55 GMT -5
*Fade in to the temporarily named “You Fight Sissily” Arena in Sicily. El Lobo Sangriento is SHAKING~! his head at the absurdity of the name while DRINKING~! his congratulatory bottle of wine…
ELS: You know, Voiceover Guy, on the one hand, the new GM pulls stupid shit like temporarily renaming an arena because she gets a giggle out of it, but on the other hand, she booked me in the Onslaught title match I’ve deserved for a while now, and she gave me this really nice bottle of wine as congratulations for winning. I just don’t know what to make of her.
*Speaking of which, I also got you a gift for your win, Lobo…totally no homo. It’s a case of beer…
ELS: Thanks, dude. I could use something to chase the wine with. So, what do you think of the new GM?
*Well, like you said, she does have some…childish…tendencies, but she seems to be doing a decent job of the actual GM work. I say we just sit back and enjoy the ride for now.
ELS: Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, I get to defend my title right away at Mayhem this week against J-P Sparxx. That’s a great match right there. We fought back-to-back during the EcoWar, so I know dude can bring it. I’m really looking forward to it. Hey, I’m going to head over to the Destroyatorium and share a couple of these beers with the boys. Wanna come with?
*You know I do, Lobo. *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:43:59 GMT -5
A half-dozen or so hours later...
The camera comes up upon a locker room door, with the nameplate "JW Westgaard" tacked upon it. A big beefy hand appears and knocks on the door.
JWW: (muffled from inside) "Just a sec."
The door is opened by Westgaard and we see him step back looking concerned. The camera pans back and a big mafioso gentleman is standing there with a casserole dish.
JWW: "Can I help you?"
BMG: "This is-a gift from-a Mister Fulton. He says it's-a called a hotdish."
JWW: "Right. Hotdish. The topic's come up recently."
Westgaard takes the dish.
BMG: "Also, he wanted me to-a give a-you something else."
The big mafioso guy reaches into his coat, causing Westgaard to start looking for an escape route, but the guy only pulls out a card and hands it to Westgaard. He then leaves.
JWW: (reading the card) "'I'll give you the Grain Belt reference, but the rest are shit. And true Minnesotans can accept the fact that Milwaukee makes better beer and cheese. Even though most of them are Packer-loving, cheese-head-wearing douchenozzles. Enjoy the hotdish. Stan.'
"Damn. Forgot Fulton's Italian. Wonder if that dude is Cosa Nostra."
He takes the lid off the casserole.
JWW: "Mmmm... smells good. I think there's a fork in here somewhere..."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:45:23 GMT -5
*Earlier. Paramedics and other medical personnel are loading Davin Moreland onto the Davin Moreland Inc. LLC Corporate Jet, bound for Sicily after being MediVac'd to the airfield. They're leaving due to the riots outside the hospital, and throughout all of Athens. Word has it more than a few palms were greased to make this happen. On board, a doctor, a nurse, a paramedic, Davin-on-a-gurney, Samantha, Shawn and Moony. They're about to take off, when another figure comes charging across the runway toward the plane. It's Mai Muyo.*
MM: Waaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittt!!!
SDM: *from inside* Should we wait?
OGMSJ: No.
SFJ420: No.
P: No.
D: No.
N: No.
Pilot: No fucking way.
DM: *groggy* Yeah, sure. Why not?
OGMSJ: Because she's another fucking Muyo? A G-
SFJ420: -rreat risk to your safety.
Pilot: Plus, there's no room as it is.
D: Also, I think we just got tear gassed.
DM: Well, fine. Since you all feel that way...she's coming. Since, I just dropped 20 Gs on this little excursion, you fucking thieves.
D: You saw for yourself, times are hard-
DM: Yeah, shut the fuck up. I don't think I've ever had 6 weeks vacation in my life, never mind every single year. I'm in the *cough* unenviable position of not having a choice of whether or not to give in to your extortion. So let her hitch a ride, and then we can go, and then hope that there aren't riots in Sicily too.
*They help Mai into the plane and they immediately start rolling on the runway and taking off.*
Pilot: Should be about 2 hours, Mr. Moreland.
MM: OMIGOSH THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANK-
DM: Stop.
MM: Huh?
DM: I said stop. You're welcome. I don't want to talk, and I don't imagine anyone else on this plane wants to talk to YOU right now.
*She busts out the anime eyes. Davin is visibly unmoved.*
DM: Cute trick. Can you roll over too?
*She gets this weird look on her face and a giant teardrop appears on her forehead.*
DM: I have no idea what that means. Have a seat.
*She sits and everyone's quiet. In fact it's a couple minutes before Samantha scares everyone away with dirty looks so she can talk to Davin.*
SDM: So, did you find out anything?
DM: *groans in pain as he turns over to look at her* I did. You want the good news or the bad news?
SDM: How about the good news?
DM: The good news is...you are AWESOME!
SDM: Morphine's kicking in nicely, I see. So, no, really, the good news.
DM: Well...
SDM: ...
DM: That kinda was the good news. I mean, they reset my nose, so there's that.
SDM: That....that can't be good.
DM: Grade III concussion...at least one...observation time on that is up tomorrow. No big deal there. 4 broken ribs, clean. 3 others cracked. Again, nothing I haven't dealt with before. Partially torn labrum in my shoulder - that one is new. Hairline fracture of my orbital bone. Meh. Grade II Angle Sprain, that's a partial tear. But those heal up in a couple weeks. And last but not least, any ACL I had left in my knee is completely gone. But at least it doesn't hurt any more. Other than that, I'm great.
SDM: Ummm, ok. Recovery time?
DM: If I were to do it correctly? Our kid would be walking and talking in full conversations by the time I was done. Maybe even longer.
SDM: If you were to do it your way?
DM: Well, if I were somehow able to rehab everything at the same time, I should be good to go by Hell on Earth.
SDM: Oh, well that's not TOO bad, I guess.
DM: Sorry. Hell on Earth 2012.
SDM: So...what are you going to do?
DM: Well, lots of stuff I can't make any worse...and this IS OOWF...so...next week?
SDM: You're psychotic.
DM: Taking a week off is a big deal!
SDM: Can't you just go get suspended again?
DM: Hmm...not a bad idea. But no.
SDM: Ok, how about this. They patch you up some in Italy, we take the kids back to Mashpee. We hang out there for a couple weeks.
OGMSJ: *across the other side of the plane, whispers to Moony* The kids. That's cute.
DM: I have a better idea. How about no?
SDM: Ok, let me put it this way. You want to go out there and make yourself a cripple? Whatever. But there will come a day where I say "You're done". When that day comes, you're done, and you leave with me right that second. Are we clear?
DM: Yes dear.
SDM: Don't fucking "yes dear" me. I'm serious.
DM: Me too. We're clear. But in the interim, you let me do what I think I have to do. Are we clear on that?
SDM: Fine.
DM: fine.
SDM: Good.
DM: good.
SDM: ...
DM: Sleep now.
*He falls immediately to sleep and fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:46:00 GMT -5
*Outback Jack is in the Destroyitarium, watching a replay of Davin vs. MHJ*
OBJ: Damn, that was a hell of a match!
*As OBJ chugs a beer, Scheme Gene walks in*
SG: Outback Jack, Drink and Destroy have some unusual partners at Mayhem!
OBJ: I know all about their abilities. I just hope they live up to their standards. I know my mates will.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:49:10 GMT -5
Back in Moose's room in the somewhat chaotic Greek hospital. Fire is DOZING OFF, in the chair next to Moose's bed. Moose wakes up, and his stirring brings her to consciousness too.
MHJ: Huh? Dad?
FW: Um...not even a little bit.
MHJ: So....did I win?
FW: No. Match stoppage.
MHJ: Wait....I remember...THAT FUCKER STABBED ME!
FW: Yes, he did. Quit yelling.
MHJ: Okay, when are we getting out of here.
FW: Few hours.
MHJ: ....really?
FW: Yeah, Greece is in flames. I swear, I need to talk to Selena about not booking us in unstable third world countries.
MHJ: So...
FW: So, OOWF is moving you at great expense to a rehab center in Sicily.
MHJ: Good....so.....Davin.....
FW: What about him?
MHJ: What about him? That's what I'm asking you!
Fw; Oh...he's already on his way. We're last.
MHJ: We? Me and you?
FW: Well, Stank, LD, Crusher...the rest of the gang...Lucky.......
MHJ: Him.
FW: He's waiting for me, yes.
MHJ: Whatever. So...when we get to Sicily, you'll be able to take Davin and--
FW: No, Moose.
MHJ: No what?
FW: I'm done with it.
MHJ: Done with what? He just about killed me... I mean LITERALLY almost killed me. You're going to let that go?
FW: Yeah...I am.
MHJ: Oh for fuck's sake...this is Darling putting you up to--
FW: No, Moose, this is me. How many times, Moose. How many times did I need you to stand up for me....to take my side....
MHJ: This again? I swear Fire, you whine more than anyone. You get yourselves into these impossible situations and then expect me to bail you out.
FW: ...
MHJ: ...
FW: Sound familiar?
MHJ: Wait...this is different.
FW: It is not. Besides, it's not just that. I'm just tired of it, Moose. I'm trying to be a different person now, and you just....
MHJ: You can't, Fire. It's who we are. It's where we are from, it's how we were raised, and it's in our blood.
FW: You might be right, Moose. All I know is that I've recently gotten a glimpse of what ... of what could be.
MHJ: Yeah, well, it wasn't true. It was just Darling getting your hopes up so you'd stick around.
FW: *getting angry* Think what you want. Pretty sure you're not really sorry. In fact, you're just glad there's not tangible proof that Alex and I had--
MHJ: Do NOT even finish that sentence.
Moose's monitors beep more quickly. Fire tries to suppress her anger, taking several deep breaths before she responds again.
FW: Moose...Jackie...Things can be different for me...and for you. You're right. I thought I was being given a chance for something. And maybe I don't deserve it now, but I think I will someday.
It's either that....or I stay in this crazy spiral of violence and rage, and revenge....
MHJ: So...that's it....you're choosing him over me.
FW: Oh for fuck's sake....this isn't about YOU. Or HIM. This is about ME, and what I need to do.
Moose and Fire stare at each other for a really long time.
FW: Look, you're my brother, and I'll always love you and care about you. And I will always be there for you...but not....not like that. Not anymore.
Moose looks straight up at the ceiling. Firewoman waits a minute, and then turns to go. She stops at the door, but Moose is still looking at the ceiling.
Firewoman comes out into the waiting area, where LD and Stank are on one side, and Alexander is on the other, both looking warily at each other.
FW: Hey guys. Everything is all set, so you should get going to Sicily before the airport burns down. They'll handle it from here.
LD: You're not staying with....
Fire says nothing but walks away toward Alexander, and she appears to be very choked up.
FW: Get me out of here.
AD: What happened?
FW: I'll tell you on the plane.
They leave and the scene FAAAAAAAAAAAADES.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:50:02 GMT -5
GM the Selena and the clown walk into Fire's office.
GMtS: Got your report from our new doctor...you're cleared.
FW: *looking up for the first time* Huh? Oh...okay.
Fire looks at the clown.
FW: Okay, new rule. He stays out of my office.
C: Juh-juh.
The clown leaves.
GMtS: You're scared of clowns too?
FW: No, he annoys me.
GMtS: Okay...so....ready?
FW: For what?
GMtS: Your match? Against big red-headed crazy guy?
FW: Oh....well....I haven't been training...I've been a little preoccupied.
GMtS: OH!! How is Uncle Moose?
FW: On the mend.
GMtS: Good...can I.........
FW: See him? Sure, he'd probably like that......
GMtS: What?
FW: You don't watch OOWF-TV do you.
GMtS: No. It's boring.
FW: You should....okay, I need to get back to work?
GMtS: Oh, okay right. Good luck, and welcome back to the ring.
FW: Um...thanks.
Selena leaves. Fire sits there marveling at having had a relatively normal conversation with her, when Alexander comes in.
FW: I'm almost done, I promise.
AD: Okay, just....you haven't trained much lately. Are you sure about this? Selena can change the card and put Psykle in with one of the TBA matches, and--
FW: Please stop worrying. It'll be fine.
AD: Well, you've just been dealing with a lot lately and--
FW: I know...It'll be fine, okay? It's Psykle.
AD: Not like you to underestimate anyone.
FW: I'm not underestimating him, I remember what he's like.
AD: When were you ever in the ring with him?
FW: ....
AD: Fire...
FW: I'm done here, let's go get ready.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:50:45 GMT -5
*Stank, Tytan, LD Williams and Stan Fulton are on a charter flight to Sicily.*
Tyt - By the way Stank sorry for your loss.
Stank - Eh... if the ref had given me some time, I might have been able to recover, but the truth is I had been overthinking the match. I kind of psyched myself out. I should have spent less time trying to conform to the rules of the match and more time just being me, but whatever. I lost. No big whoop. Lobo getting a clean win over me doesn't bother me as much as what he did to JUSTIN! OH SHIT! Where's JUSTIN??
Tyt - I thought he flew ahead?
LDW - I assumed he did?
SF - I thought I saw him hovering around outside the waiting room.
Stank - Was that the last time you saw him, Crusher?
SF - I don't pay him much attention, but yeah... I think so?
Tyt - Can you call him?
Stank - He thinks cellphones are of the Devil.
LDW -
SF -
Tyt -
Stank - Don't ask.
LDW - I wouldn't worry. I'm sure he'll turn up.
SF - Yeah the squirt can take care of himself.
Stank - I'm going to go check the back of the plane.
*Stank unbuckles his seatbelt and rises to his feet. He carefully makes his way through a curtain towards the back half of the plane where a number of SFJ's, OOWF staff, and crew folk sit in silence, tending to their own business.*
Stank - Anyone here seen Justin Sane?
*A crewmember in the back raises his hand.*
CMitb - I saw him board a plane with the GM and her creepy clown.
Stank - Oh. Well that answers that.
SFJ#6 - Can I interview you?
Stank - No.
SFJ#6 - PLEASE!
Stank - Uh... Michelle, right?
SFJ#6 - Yes. You remember!
Stank - It's kind of my thing... Listen Michelle, I'm not in the mood. I lost the Onslaught title. I congratulate Lobo for winning. When I want that belt back, if he should be the one holding it, I'll take it from him. The end.
SFJ#6 - That's not what I-
Stank - Then what is it sweetheart?
SFJ#6 - You now fight for the World Title tonight at Mayhem.
Stank - This I know.
SFJ#6 - Your feelings about the World Champion are known, but I will be following up on that in a second first...
Stank - So this is an interview.
*Michelle pouts, then smiles up at Stank*
SFJ#6 - I hope.
*Stank sighs, grabs with one hand the OOWF staffer who is sitting across from SFJ#6, and pulls him out of his seat.*
Stank - Take a bathroom break. Michelle is giving me an interview.
OStaffer - But I don't have to go?
*Stank stares death at the staffer.*
OStaffer - B..But I'm sure I can manage.
*Stank sits in the empty seat while the staffer beats a hasty retreat.*
Stank - Okay Michelle shoot.
SFJ#6 - I only have two questions. First what do you think of one your opponents for tonight... Matt Folz?
*Stank takes a moment to reflect.*
Stank - Folz... I don't know. He's a good talent. He knows how to fight. He can wrestle. He's been useful in the past and he's been a pain in the ass. For all I know Alex could have paid him to try and take me out so I might not end Alexander's legacy. For all Alex knows, I might have paid Folz to help me do just that. Folz is in the business for himself. He can be bought. He may have reformed since his association with The BKK and the Supremes, but you never know. He's a distraction for sure, and I'll have to split my attention between fending him off and wrecking Alexander Darling to get back my World Championship.
SFJ#6 - And what of the World Champion? You almost seem offended by his title reign.
Stank - I'm offended by his presence mostly as of late. The man annoys me. I'm not happy by the way I lost the World Title, much of which was my own doing, yes, but that the title landed around Alexander Darling's waist of all people... Shit? As far as I'm concerned, Alexander Darling is not the World Champion until he beats me.
SFJ#6 - Surely he's proven himself against you? You loss your rematch-
Stank - You're mistaken... I did not lose, nor was I beaten.
SFJ#6 - Okay... you were disqualified. The record shows a loss.
Stank - Fuck the record. If Alex is truly "The Man" and no longer "The Boy" he won't accept that as any kind of win. Ask him. The truth of the matter is this... Alexander Darling has never satisfactorily beaten me in a straight up one on one contest... never.
SFJ#6 - To whose satisfaction though? Yours or his?
Stank - Neither one. Ask him? And if he's honest, he'll agree.
SFJ#6 - So what does this mean? I mean surely there are plenty of matches where you regret the outcome?
Stank - Michelle you're missing the point. Yes there are matches where I regret the outcome. Just last week I lost the Onslaught title to a man who probably thinks he has my number. One day I will show him how wrong he is, but the implications there aren't nearly as impactful as the ones between Alex and I. We're talking about greatness here. We're talking about the difference between being a great wrestler and being a name. Alexander Darling presents his name as if it means something... he's Alexander Darling and we're just not, right? Fuck him. All that is... is a catchphrase until he beats... me. Not Moose. Not Davin. Not his wife, nor anyone else he cares to hide behind in his continuing efforts to duck me. The story of him and me has been a long time coming. I was there at the beginning when he came to this company full of piss and vinegar. Attacking every motherfucker backstage, but he didn't step to me. All full of shit talking about how he great he is. I was the World Champion. He didn't challenge me. My name didn't come out of his mouth and you know what, Michelle...? That shit didn't bother me. In a way I took it as a sign of respect. It's good to think you're great. It will take you places... but eventually you have to back that shit up.
SFJ#6 - Hasn't he?
*Stank leans back and reflects on that question.*
SFJ#6 - I'm sure in his mind he has. Hell he's been World Champion... what...? Three times now? A couple of IC reigns and Onslaught championships, right? I never said that Alex isn't capable. I knew how great he could be from the moment he stepped foot in the OOWF. I was one of the VERY few who knew. Probably the ONLY other motherfucker who knew besides his twin sister. I recognized it. I reached out. And then he betrayed me. Now he'll say Ohhh it was nothing personal. You were in the wrong place, at the wrong time, blah, blah, blah. Sure he says that now. For years he masked that betrayal behind the whole group that turned on me and out of that group Davin fucking Moreland was the ONLY one that had the balls to step up to me. The only one. And I may have hated the motherfucker for the shit he put me through but damn if I didn't respect the move. You see Davin may try to deny it... but the only path to his name, to his greatness... was through me and me alone. You think any of his accomplishments would have meant anything had he gone to war with anyone else? The move that Davin made is the one that Alexander Darling has failed to make. Because he's scared and he should be. I am the one who will test his legacy. I am the obstacle on his path to greatness. I am the ONE person in this company that he has successfully avoided until now. The day has come. The time is now. There is no more hiding. I am right there on his radar and I will not leave until he realizes I will not let his greatness come until he TAKES it from ME.
It is I who determines if he truly is Alexander Darling and we're just not.
Don't believe me?
Then you haven't been paying attention.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:51:39 GMT -5
Cold open. IQ is standing against a backdrop of some kind. Where he is we can't be sure.
IQ: So, you finally deemed it worthy to even acknowledge the match. Good for you. I was planning to sit back and just not say anything and let it go down, but now that you've acknowledged us instead of spending your entire life moping around the hospital like the useless piece of garbage you are, it's time I address you, "Madam Commissioner".
IQ takes a deep breath and gets an evil grin on his face, the likes of which haven't been seen since Hannibal Lecter.
IQ: You have tried to undermine my plans for Psykle from the very beginning. You've pulled him aside, away from my watchful eye, to poison his mind with your thoughts that I am like that psycho Juni, and that he is as helpless and idiotic as you were when you were under Eco's spell. You don't realize the truth. The truth is Psykle is a very strong man seeking redemption, you were a very weak girl seeking guidance because you couldn't think for yourself. Wait, strike that, not you were, you ARE a very weak girl. Psykle knows exactly what he needs to know about my plans, and has the utmost faith that what I am doing is for his benefit, which it is. Now, you want to come back, you played the company for sympathy like you did, it's time for you to see what has been done with Psykle. Don't for an instant try to tell us that you really thought you were pregnant. I've done the studies myself, you knew all along, and were doing nothing but fooling your weak pathetic mind into thinking that you could actually do something useful with your life for once and bring a new life into this world that could possibly grow up special. Now, you're probably saying, if I knew that you weren't pregnant, why did I make the offer to get the doctor's team hired for you. Simple, I knew you weren't and wouldn't need it, but you had fooled Psykle and he wanted it. When people work for me, and give me their all, I give them what they want and what they need. Now, let's get to this week.
IQ takes another deep breath and this time has a much more sincere look on his face.
IQ: You did fool Psykle. He thought you were pregnant. He was happy for you. Key point of those sentences? They are all past tense. Psykle doesn't like being fooled, he doesn't like feeling happy for false pretenses only to have it ripped away. Would you like to see what he's been doing since he found out he's got the match? Come along...
IQ walks off, and the camera follows him. We hear the sound of bricks breaking, wood splintering and just general destruction as IQ walks around a corner into a training area complete with a ring. Inside the ring, Psykle is training with a number of guys all wearing masks....Firewoman masks. Psykle is in full out rage mode, and that breaking and splintering that we heard, we soon realize wasn't bricks or wood, but faces and bones. Psykle is absolutely destroying these guys, and there are already fifteen laying outside of the ring being attended to by physicians, while Psykle takes on five more in the ring, and another twenty are waiting for their turn in the ring.
Psykle takes one and palm strikes him right in the face. We hear a sickening crack as he goes flying over the top rope and out to the floor. Another one joins the rest in the ring.
IQ (calling to Psykle): Enough brutality! Go technical!
Psykle, hearing the instruction, grabs one and locks on a cobra clutch, almost popping his head off before he goes down unconscious. Two of the remaining guys in the ring attack Psykle, and we see a quickness and agility one would associate with a luchador more than with a 7'3" monster of muscle like Psykle. He quickly dispatches of one with an enzuigiri, and slides under and behind the other, locks in a hammerlock and snaps his head into place for a dragon sleeper, kicking the wrestler's knees out so he is down on his knees, he now has him locked in the IQ Test. The wrestler is struggling to get out of it, refusing to tap out.
IQ: He's failed. Finish him!
Psykle hears this, and drops backwards while pulling up on the wrestler's arm in the hammerlock, dropping him in a reverse DDT, while popping his one arm out of joint, and breaking both of his legs. Psykle also spins himself on top and strikes a vertical palm strike dead on to the guy's chest, which we hear the sickening snap of the sternum from.
IQ (to the camera): I think you get the idea, Fire. See you tonight, and I hope they have a nice bed waiting for you next to your brother....
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Jun 30, 2011 0:52:30 GMT -5
<Moose is also on the flight with Stank, Stan, LD and Tytan. He is resting pretty uncomfortably, but is just staring out the window with a strange look on his face. LD Williams comes over and sits next to him>
LD: You should have stayed in Athens, there is no way you should be traveling
MHJ: I’m fine.
LD: really
MHJ: No. I’m pretty fucking far from fine
LD: I know, I have seen that look before. But before you go off on a rampage, what did the doctor say?
MHJ: What?
LD: What did the doctor say? What is the damage?
MHJ: Oh, I don’t know, I really wasn’t paying attention
LD: Really
MHJ: <annoyed> Damn man, I don’t know, something about severe concussion, broken ribs, a possible crack in a vertebrae or something, I don’t know, it doesn’t matter
LD: And a gash in your side from a scalpel
MHJ: Yeah, fuck Davin and his supposed symbolism
LD: Doc said another few millimeters and it would have punctured a lung.
MHJ: Again. Fuck. Him.
LD: You’re never going to let this go, are you?
MHJ: You want to know what the funny thing is? Both Davin and Darling dismissed me. They both said I had NO business being in the ring with them. They were SO much better than me, it wouldn’t even be a match. And I know what they will say here, I couldn’t get rid of them either. But the fact is, I am still here. Crete couldn’t do it. Alex couldn’t do it. Davin couldn’t do it. And all of them are supposed to be SOOOO much better than me. Fuck them.
LD: You could have died
MHJ: And you could die doing a Canadian Destroyer, what’s your point?
LD: You are determined to fulfill your own prophecy aren’t you?
MHJ: <brushing it off> If it happens it happens
LD: So what now? All out war against Davin? Keep pushing it until one of you actually dies?
MHJ: <thinking long about this, and some of the anger seems to leave him> You know what? No. I heard how the match ended, so, technically it is still on. If I see Davin again, I will relish knocking him upside the head with something. But after that………I am done. Fuck Davin. Fuck Darling and fuck………fuck Lisa too.
<by now Stank, Stan and Tytan have all taken seats around Moose and LD>
MHJ: <finally looking at everyone else> You know, everyone wants to paint me as this heartless bastard. And when I am in the ring with you, you bet your ass I am. But like it or not, Fire is family. She is the only family I have. Not only that, she is Five. People have tried to stir shit between us for YEARS. When we were kids, it was always try to divide and conquer, but there was no dividing the Quinn’s. Alex, Davin and how many others try to pin that shit in Japan on me? It wasn’t me. And Fuck anyone who says it was. But now? Now suddenly Fire wants to pretend to be something she’s not. She wants to be a Darling. She wants the life of the rich and fucking snobby. And she doesn’t want her brother bringing her down. Well fine. Fuck her too. You know, I was getting sick of her whining anyway. <mocking> whaaaa Moose was never there for me when I needed him! Well you know what? No. I wasn’t. You know why? Cause if I had gone to her defense every time she started shit by running her mouth, or doing some stupid back stage attack because she THOUGHT she was slighted, that is all I would have done with my time. I tried to warn her about Eco, she didn’t listen, and then its MY fault because I didn’t run to her rescue? Fuck her. You know what? She and Darling DESERVE one another. And throw that worthless piece of shit Davin into the mix as well, they all deserve one another. I hope they are one big happy fucking family.
<Stan, Stank, LD and Tytan just stare at Moose, who is breathing heavy, clearly in pain, and almost snarling with rage from the venom that dripped off his words>
Sta: Damn son, you feel better?
MHJ: I need a drink
Stan: Aren’t you on morphine?
MHJ: Your point?
LD: Ok, so if it’s not all out war, then what? What’s next?
MHJ: Well, next would be you and Tytan winning the tag titles, and Stank beating that worthless little shit Alexander Darling into a greasy spot in the ring and taking the world title.
SF: And you?
MHJ: <smirking> I am going to prove them all liars. Every single one of them.
Sta: And you are going to do this…….how?
MHJ: I am going to win the Onslaught title
<Stank nearly chokes on his drink, LD, Stan and Tytan’s jaws drop open>
Sta: You CAN’T be serious!
MHJ: Dead serious
LD: No offense Moose, but you wouldn’t make it five minutes in an Onslaught match. You would burn through every warning before the bell stopped ringing
MHJ: I already won it once
Tyt: Which was a minor miracle
MHJ: I am going to do it to prove it to all of them, and to <pointing at them all> you, you, you and you.
Sta: I think Davin hit you a few too many times in the head
LD: Moose, you know I think highly of you, but there is no way
MHJ: Ok then……Stank, you seem to be in a betting mood, I will put up fifty grand, $12,250 to each of you, that says I win the Onslaught Championship by Hell on Earth. When I do though? I will collect from each and every one of you.
Sta: Oh shit yeah, I am IN
Tyt: Me too
SF: Count me in
LD: <shaking his head> I can’t pass that up. I am in too
MHJ: I am going to enjoy spending your money. It starts next week with Mai. Start at the bottom and work my way up. Now someone GET ME A FUCKING DRINK!
<just then the captain comes on and tells us to fasten seatbelts, we are getting ready to land in Palermo, and we fade>
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