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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:40:04 GMT -5
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Stank - ...
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Stank - ... Yep.
Davin - I know.
Stank - I'm agreeing with you.
Davin - Of course you are, because I'm right.
Stank - You're not always right.
Davin - ...
Stank - ...
Davin - ...
Stank - That was uncalled for.
Davin - Sorry.
Stank - ...
Davin - I'm agreeing with you.
*Stank throws his hands up in surrender.*
Stank - Okay.
*Davin takes a sip of his whiskey and glances up at the monitor.*
Davin - So should we be concerned about Psykle's rage?
Stank - ...
Davin - ...
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Stank - ...
Davin - You're probably right.
Stank - Of course I'm right.
Davin - You're not always right.
Stank - ...
Davin - Overreact much?
Stank - Sorry.
Davin - Maybe you should get in on that bet with LD.
Stank - Fuck that. I'm already $10,000 in the hole between LD and Fire.
Davin - Drop 10 down for me, that we advance further than either one of their teams, and I'll split the winnings with you.
Stank - You do realize the odds are against us?
Davin - Odds, shmodds. We can do this.
Stank - What about Psykle's rage?
Davin - ...
Stank - ...
Davin - ...
Stank - I can't argue with that. Hand over the cash and I'll go talk to LD.
Davin - Do I look like the kind of guy who carries that kind of cash on him?
Stank - ...
Davin - ...
*Davin reaches underneath the "Psykle" Binder and pulls out a leather case filled with hundred dollar bills.*
Stank - Really?
Davin - Hey don't judge. It's good to have a nice reserve of cash on hand.
Stank - No I mean you have a "Psykle" Binder?
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:40:31 GMT -5
*Fade in to the locker room of the Super Happy Fun Time Arena in Hiroshima, where we find El Lobo Sangriento WATCHING~! OOWFTV…
ELS: Huh. Looks like someone needs one of these:
*Lobo holds up a t-shirt. The front says “If you fuck with me, I’ll knock you the fuck out.” On the back: “I’m not kidding about that.”
ELS: Psykle, IQ, if you interfere in my match with Matt Folz this week, there will be consequences. Just know that.
ELS: And as for you, Folz, you’ve been pretty quiet. I can only assume you’re too busy preparing for our match to bother promoing. I’ve been preparing for you too, and I’m looking forward to paying you back for busting me open last week. Bring that shirt I sent you to the ring with you this week. You can use it to stop the bleeding when I’m done with you.
ELS: Wolfpack out.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:41:20 GMT -5
Fade in to the locker room of the Super Happy Fun Time Arena in Hiroshima, where we find El Lobo Sangriento still WATCHING~! OOWFTV. Miss Goldendollar, IQ's personal secretary, walks in.
MG$: Mr. Lobo, sir? I have a note here from IQ for you.
Miss Goldendollar hands Lobo the note and he pulls it out to read, as the camera gets in close to read it as well.
Lobo- Please do not worry about my earlier statement, Psykle and I, unlike your opponent this week, have way too much respect for the Onslaught Division and what it stands for to interfere in your match. I was just using exaggeration to illustrate the frustration and rage that had been built up in Psykle over the unfortunate and disrespectful manner in which Folz won the opportunity for this title match this week. Please know that both Psykle and I hold you and your reign as Onslaught Champion in the highest regard, and thank you for turning it into a division to once again be respected. Psykle looks forward to having the opportunity to face you one-on-one for the Onslaught Championship again at some point in the near future.
Sincerely, GeniusIQ
P.S. After the match, however, I make no guarantees that Psykle will not come out to exact his revenge on Folz, but rest assured he has no interest in facing you outside of the ring under Onslaught rules.
Lobo folds the note up.
ELS: Hmmm....maybe he has some smarts after all....
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:41:45 GMT -5
<Fire comes out of her room and storms out of her suite. The camera follows her to the exit of the building, but she slams the door and leaves before the cameraman can get outside. We cut to a seedy bar in Hiroshima where Moosehead Jack is sitting finishing his nth drink and feeling no pain. The door opens and everyone but Moose turns and looks and watches Fire walk in>
MHJ: Took you long enough
FW: I didn't come here for YOU. This is just a place I used to go
MHJ: Uh huh. The seediest place in town
FW: They have good whiskey
<Moose and Fire keep drinking, mostly in silence. After several drinks, a small fight erupts behind them, and one of the men pushes the other into Moose, spilling his drink. Moose turns around and BLASTS the guy with a right cross to the jaw, and before you know it, a full on brawl is on. Fire stays where she is staring down into her drink, trying not to get involved. A bloody Moose tears himself away for a moment and yells for Fire>
MHJ: HEY! Hand me that chain!
<Fire does not move>
MHJ: FIRE! Goddamit! it's like twenty on one!
<Fire turns and looks at Moose and sees he is outnumbered and can only last so long.>
FW: <shaking her head> Dammit Jackie
<Fire dives into the fray and the brawl escalates. Amid the sounds of broken glass and screams of pain, we hear police cars pulling up to the scene.>
<after a magical fade to black, we come back and Moose is sitting in a jail cell looking content, and right in place. The camera pans over and we see Fire pacing back and forth>
FW: DAMMIT! I PROMISED!
MHJ: You promised what?
FW: I PROMISED NO HUNTING!
MHJ: That wasn't hunting. That was.........fun
<Fire turns and glares at Moose>
FW: No, it wasn't. It was irresponsible and stupid.
MHJ: yeah cause the Quinns are KNOWN for doing the responsible, intelligent thing
FW: You don't get it do you? I have responsibilities now. I have to act a certain way, I am a representative of the OOWF. I can't be out starting bar brawls and getting arrested, even though I didn't really DO anything!
MHJ: Whatever. You want to act a certain way? Fine. That's all it is, an act. You can keep denying who you are all you want to fit this stupid cookie cutter mold of what you THINK makes you happy, I saw you in that fight. You were in your element, you were you, you were.......happy. Just fucking admit it
FW: <thinking> It was kind of.........
<before she can say anything Fire is interrupted by a guard calling her name. Fire jumps and turns and looks and Alex is standing there>
Guard: He has made your bail
FW: Oh, Alex, I.........uh........thank you
AD: Uh huh
<Alex turns to leave and Fire stops him>
FW: What about.......
AD: you CAN NOT be fucking serious
FW: He IS my brother
AD: So, I don't see......
<Fire gives Alex the look and Alex shakes his head>
AD: FINE! Guard, I want to........
MHJ: Save it.
AD: What?
MHJ: Save it. I don't want your fucking money rich boy. I would rather sit in here and rot
AD: Fine. Its your choice psycho
<Alex turns and walks away, Fire looks annoyed but follows behind him and we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:42:15 GMT -5
*Davin is WAITING~! at the door leading to the parking lot as Alex and Fire head back to the arena. They slow and stop as they see Davin*
AD: Davin.
DM: My favorite brother-in-law. What's up?
AD: I think you know or you wouldn't be out here.
DM: You're wicked smahht.
AD: Now, we don't really have time to chat-
DM: Oh, this won't take more than a second.
AD: *sigh* Fine.
DM: *turns to face Fire, who to this point hasn't said a word. She looks like a defiant deer in the headlights, if that makes any sense. Like a deer staring down a car being all "Fuck you, bring it"* I thought you were over that shit.
FW: ...
DM: You're at a crossroads. You've got to make a choice, and once you make it, you have to stick with it. Because this bullshit needs to stop, and it needs to stop now.
FW: Don't lecture me-
DM: No, you know what? Maybe you NEED a fucking lecture, because no one ever bothered to give you one except for me. But I'm out of words. There's nothing I can say or do to sway you in any direction. I'm not stupid. But consider this: You're married to a man who loves you - clearly, he went to bail your ass out again. Because of that, you have a family that cares about you and supports you. You have a job that not only gives you fame and fortune - but as the Commissioner, it gives you respect too. You have everything you've ever wanted in the palm of your hand. Your choice is whether you want that, or whether or not you want to throw it all away on some dream that HAS never happened, has never at ANY POINT been foreshadowed as to having a possibility to happen - ever, and will NEVER happen.
FW: ...
DM: Those are the two options, near as I can tell. When you decide, let me know. And I hope to God you pick the right one.
*Davin walks away as a shaken Fire and Alex walk in the other direction*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:42:42 GMT -5
The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium and we see Ashley playing with Shotglass and Spencer is wiping down the bar. Suddenly both girls stop what they are doing and stare at the doorway in shock. The camera pans over, and we see it is Dashing Victor Deniro. However he is not in his usual getup, but is wearing Jeans and an El Lobo T-shirt. He pauses as the girls stare.
DVD: What?
Spencer: We have just never seen you dressed....casual.
DVD: Well, I saw what was drawn for the lethal lottery, and I figured I would take the week off.
Ashley: Couldn't decide which corner to stand in?
DVD: Are you kidding, I have seen what Jack and Danny do to each other sparring, no way I am getting in between them during a match.
DVD heads over and sits at the bar. Shotglass hops onto a nearby stool, and DVD pats his head. Ashley joins him.
DVD: This week, I'm staying in the back with Shotglass and you dames. I could use the night off. Just between us, who do you think will win?
The girls think for a bit on this before responding.
Spencer: Jack and LD are former tag champs, you can't disregard that.
Ashley: Danny is no slouch, and Evans is seeming to be more reinvigorated...man it's a hard one to call.
Spencer: But with Evans targeting the "Old Guard", what happens if he decides to try to make Jack an example?
DVD: That would be bad.
Ashley: You think Danny would do something?
DVD: Danny would never willing turn on a partner, if Evans keeps the match clean, Danny has his back. If he tries something shady on Jack, or hell even on LD, I don't see it ending well. Danny would not take that kindly. Just one more reason for me to stay back here.
Shotglass: Yip!
DVD: You said it bro.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:43:14 GMT -5
Firewoman and Alex sit in the limo outside the Hiroshima jail.
FW: I seriously didn't go looking for--
AD: You didn't believe me earlier.
FW: I did! I was...wait...I mean I feel that I was really mad about being attacked and then you were attacked, and I feel that I told you to stay out of it and...why are you laughing?
AD: Because you're not doing it right, Fire. You're not supposed to say "I feel" before everything, it's supposed to be before what you ACTUALLY feel.
FW: Oh....
AD: It's ... *sigh* it's fine. I know you're.....trying.....
FW: Good...then...um....I feel you'll understand why I have to do this.
AD: You're kidding....
FW: No?
AD: Fire....
FW: This is it. I promise.
AD: Uh huh.
FW: I FEEL I DON'T WANT TO FORFEIT THIS WEEK! Winning is everything, remember?
AD: You're still doing it wrong.
FW: ...
AD: Fine...whatever....I'll wait here.
FW: Thank you.
Fire gets out and goes back into the jail. She speaks to the person behind the desk, gives them some cash, and waits. A door opens, and a guard leads Moose out. He breaks into a smile when he sees Fire there.
MHJ: I knew you'd be back..wait...not HIS money.
FW: No, asshole, I have my own money.
MHJ: Good, don't see him around either...where we going?
FW: I'm going back to the limo. I don't care where you go.
MHJ: But...
FW: I'm not forfeiting this tournament for you. I'm bailing you out because I don't want to lose that way, and because as a member of the OOWF administration, you're a big draw in Japan. If people think you aren't here we won't sell as many tickets.
MHJ: Wow...feel the love.
FW: Don't even start. Moose....Jackie....this is it. Last chance. You can start being my brother right now...or that's it.
Fire turns to walk away.
MHJ: So how am I supposed to get back to the arena?
Fire doesn't turn around but throws her hands up in an 'I don't know' position. Moose smirks as she walks out, and then follows. He sees her get into the limo that drives away, snarls, and walks the opposite way into the night.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:43:46 GMT -5
As the limo pulls off Moose just smirks and shakes his head. He pulls a cigar out of his pocket and lights it up. Suddenly a Miata pulls up and Dynamite Danny Taylor gets out. He has a satchel in his hand and stops when he sees Moosehead Jack standing on the curb.
Moose: What the hell are you doing here?
Danny reaches into the satchel and pulls out some bills. Moose looks genuinely confused.
Moose: You came to bail me out, why?
Danny makes the outline of a square and then point to the jail.
Moose: You saw me get arrested on TV, and your first thought was to bail me out? Even after all the times we've fought, and I've made you bleed?
Danny shakes his head yes.
Moose: You are a moron.
Danny just shrugs.
Moose: Anyways, It's taken care of, so go away.
Danny looks up and down the street, and Moose does the same and they see no cars, no taxi's, no anyone. Danny looks at Moose, and then motions to the car.
Moose: No, I'll find my own way back.
Danny lets out a sigh. He makes the motion of walking with his fingers and then holds his hand over his eyes and looks into the distance before looking back at Moose.
Moose: Yeah, I get it's a long walk, what do you care?
Danny just shrugs, and again points to the car.
Moose: Fine, I'll take the ride, doesn't mean I like you.
Danny shrugs again and both men walk towards the car. Danny points at the cigar and makes the motion of flicking it away. Moose just stares at him and then laughs.
Moose: Nope.
Moose then gets in the car. Danny sighs and gets in himself as the scene
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:44:18 GMT -5
Firewoman is SITTING~! in her office, enjoying the peace and quiet, looking over some invoices or something. Since it's all peaceful and quiet like, and this IS a wrestling promotion, and it would be a really boring promo to write about just sitting doing paper work, you know this won't last. And, just like clockwork, there is a knock on the door. Fire says come in, and Chad Madison is there.
FW: Hey.
CM: Howdy, ma'am. *he tips his hat*
FW: Wow....hat...boots..."ma'am"...*she looks around the desk to see faded blue janes, and smiles a little*...pulling out all the cowboy...okay, what do you want?
CM: Can't I stop by to see one of my favorite--
FW: Chad....
CM: Okay, I do want something.
FW: I told you before, I don't care if you um....'date' the micstands, but you have to get their numbers on your own, I'm not going to be your pimp.
CM: No, no, it's not that....
FW: I don't make the matches and stips, Selena does...
CM: It's not that either. It's... an idea I had.
FW: *sitting back in her chair* Uh huh.
CM: We should get back together.
FW: WHAT? Listen, Chad, I know Alex and I are ... arguing right now, but I'm really not interested in...
CM: What? No, not like that...I mean....well, maybe...but no that's not what I meant...I was looking through stuff and I found our old...remember when we had a mask made for you, during RunDEA? Do you still have it?
FW: Yeah, I do....I kept it.
CM: Awesome...so I was THINKING....we should go after the Trios together.
FW: We who?
CM: Me...you.........Zane.
FW: He'll never go for it.
CM: Sure he will....he asked you to help us with Folz and Evans.
FW: That was no doubt a one-time thing....he doesn't like me.
CM: That's not true....
FW: .....*eyebrow raise*....
CM: Okay...it's kinda true....but I think I can convince him....Bridgette likes the idea.
FW: She does?
CM: Well....she will when I tell her....
FW: Chad....
CM: I Just needed to know first if you're in....
Chad tilts his hat back and gives Fire his best "Pleeeeeeeeeeease" look. She glares at him.
FW: That's not fair.
CM: ....
FW: Okay, I'm in.....but you'll never convince Zane.
CM: Woohoo! Okay, see you later, ma'am.
With a tip of his hat, he's gone. As he opens the door, Dashing Victor DeNiro is there. Chad holds the door open for him, and Victor sits down.
FW: Really?
DVD: I don't like you.
FW: Thanks for the update. There's the door...
DVD: Danny does though. And...you did make sure OOWF took care of my medical bills, so....
FW: Whatcha got for me.
DVD: DH Magnusson...you and he....
FW: Friends, only.
DVD: We're worried about him.
FW: Yeah....me too...we've got him hooked up with someone to talk to.
DVD: Yeah?
FW: Yeah...between Spin.....and my own struggles.....well, let's say I pay attention.
DVD: Wow....okay....thanks....
FW: No problem.
DVD: I still don't like you.
FW: Still not a problem.
Victor leaves and Fire attempts to figure out where she left off. She JUST gets back to it, and there's movement in front of her. She looks up and sees Eric O' Mac sitting in front of her.
FW: Seriously. Get out.
EOM: That's it? Not gonna jump me or anything? Oh wait...the board put a leash on you.
FW: Luckily for you....
EOM: I'm SO looking forward to our match tomorrow night.
FW: What? You mean you're not going to hire AA to wrestle for you?
EOM: *batistalaugh* No, no no....I've been waiting for this a long time. Too bad it's when you seem to be off your game.
Fire stands and leans over her desk. Eric draws back a little.
FW: You've made a serious miscalculation. You've gotten yourself in the ring with two people who separately know more about taking a body apart piece by piece than anyone else in this company. And you've got them together.
EOM: Don't look very together to me....
FW: Heh....yeah, we're having some issues. But guess who we get to take them out on...And all you have for back up is Miss Pixie Dust.
EOM: Hey, you hired her.
FW: Yeah, I did...and she's good at what she does....but there's no way she can stand up against the Quinns when they are properly motivated.
EOM: ....
FW: ....
EOM: Well, this has been lovely--
FW: Get out of my office.
EOM: I think I'll just rest here a bit.
FW: That totally sparkles with me.
EOM: Oh?
FW: Yeah...because *she starts to walk around the desk*... now that I've asked you to leave, you're trespassing, and I'm within my rights to make you leave, which you'll probably resist. And THEN guess what happens.
Fire smiles in anticipation of bloodshed. Eric flashes a winning broad smile.
EOM: Eh, I got better things to do...
He gets up and leaves.
EOM: See you in the ring, babe.
He closes the door behind him. Fire hurls a paperweight in the general direction. She takes a deep breath and then hits the speaker button. Lucky's voice crackles through the other end.
L: Yeah?
FW: I'm going to Itsukushimi shrine in case Al....anyone cares.
L: Gotcha boss...want the limo?
FW: Naw, I rented a motorcycle.
She hits the off button and goes out the door.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:44:46 GMT -5
*Chris Evans is backstage*
E: Taylor, I know you’re not one for words, and whatever the reason for that, personally I couldn’t care less. What matters is that you take care of things in the ring, and the fact that you’re a part of the new generation of wrestlers around here makes the fact that we’re teaming up this week all the better for me.
I feel that if the time comes that we need to prove ourselves, I’d feel a hell of a lot better if I knew that you had my back.
I know what you’re probably thinking though, hell a lot of people backstage are: Will Evans try to take any liberties against LD and Jack while teaming with their stablemate? Yeah, it should be pretty obvious that I’m not gonna try to get on the bad side of someone that I see great potential in.
After the match, I can’t make any promises over what I’m gonna do. But from now until the match is over, I’m not gonna do anything to either LD or Jack, and that goes the same for Folz.
Now I’m not saying that you should automatically join Folz & myself. Drink & Destroy has been a great stable in the past. But I imagine that if you think about it, you’ll make the right decision. I’m young, I’ve got my motivation back and the sky’s the limit for me. And then you look at your stablemates. LD is past his prime, and OJ, well...do I really have to say the problem with that guy? Not only is he past his prime, he spends most of his time getting drunk off his ass. Are those really the guys that you feel can help you take it to the next level?
Oh sure, they can give you some great advice, but can they actually help you when it matters? Think about that, and I’ll see you tomorrow.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:45:19 GMT -5
*Chad Madison is whistling some country song as he moseys down the hallway to his locker room. Suddenly, from way down the other end...*
DM: HEY!
*Chad looks around and sees a relatively unhappy Davin headed in his direction*
CM: Oh. Howdy partner. *tips hat*
DM: Don't "howdy partner" me. What in the blue FUCK was that?
CM: *innocently* What?
DM: What? You fucking KNOW what! What, suddenly Davin Moreland isn't good enough for Chad Madison? I've won every title the OOWF has to offer as well as those Trios titles WITH YOU, what? 5? 6 Times? And now suddenly Davin's not GOOD ENOUGH?
CM: No, Davin, it's not that...it's just.
DM: It's just WHAT Chad? It's just that you would rather have Firewoman, whom you have never won JACK SHIT with - who Zane can barely bring himself to SPEAK to; he can't stand her that much....than me? Seriously, Chad?
CM: No...you don't understand....
DM: No. I think I understand pretty fucking perfectly, little man. Same old bullshit. Davin saves the day so everyone can take a big, steaming dump on him in gratitude. You want her in and me out for Trios? Done. I just want to leave you with one thing.
*Davin pushes a button on his phone, and there is playback from Firewoman's promo*
DM: You see? She ALREADY made her decision. You bring HER aboard, and you bring Moose on board as well. And once that happens, you may as well lose my fucking phone number. Do we understand each other?
CM: Davin, you're blowing everything out-
DM: Do. We. Understand. Each. Other?
CM: *sigh* I understand, but it's not-
DM: Save it, Chad. Just save it. I need to try to convince Stank to go for a run.
*Davin walks away*
CM: *to himself* Gosh darn it Davin...well...time to break it to-
*The door to his locker room flies open. It's Zane*
ZM: Chad? What in the HOLY BLUE HECK ARE YOU THINKING???
*Chad sighs and heads into the locker room*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:46:20 GMT -5
*Stank is in bed in his hotel room when he hears a knock on his door. He sits upright, rubbing his eyes, and hoping that the knock was just a dream. A subsequent knock disappoints. Stank rises to his feet, pulls on some shorts, throws on a T-shirt, and walks over to the door. He looks through the peephole and spies a black man, about 6 foot 4, a muscular, athletic, build slightly slimmer than The Rock's. A few tightly woven dreadlocks fall in front of the face which looks like a younger version of Stank's, especially around the eyes and nose. Standing behind the man is Shannon, the former barmaid, and next to her stands Stank's nephew, Tori. Stank opens the door.*
Stank - Red.
Jared - Morning Lu.
Stank - What time is it?
Jared - About 6 in the morning.
Stank - Jesus.
Jared - You gonna let us in?
*Stank steps aside to allow Jared in. Shannon walks by and gives Stank a peck on his cheek. Tori walks in and hugs Stank's leg as the big man lays a beefy hand on top of his nephew's head.*
Stank - It's early.
Jared - Get dressed. We'll go have breakfast.
Stank - That's a negative.
Jared - Rough night?
Stank - Nah. I had a few drinks with Davin.
Jared - Moreland? I thought you hated that guy?
Stank - Not so much these days.
Jared - What changed?
Stank - Hating a man gets old. You know how I get when I'm bored.
Jared - Wow. Okay.
Stank - He and I are partners in the lethal lottery tournament. If we are to advance, there's no point in holding onto a grudge long dead. I'm well past it anyway. Davin may have his faults, but he hasn't been that hatable lately. We both have done fucked up things to one another, but it's in the past. I ain't got no room to hate him right now.
Jared - If you two win, what's the prize?
Stank - Some sort of vague promise I'm told.
Tori - What's a vage promise?
Stank - If I knew it wouldn't be vague. I guess it's some sort of something or another.
Jared - Like that and henceforth?
Stank - It is what it is.
Jared - It's all good.
Stank - Don't start nothin, won't be nothin.
Jared - Life is like a box of chocolates.
Stank - ...?
Jared - ...
Stank - One monkey don't stop no show.
*Tori begins to laugh.*
Shannon - You two are stupid. You know that, right?
*Smiles all around as the three adults listen to Tori laugh at the silliness.*
Jared - C'mon Lu. Get dressed.
Stank - Red, it's 6 o'clock in the morning.
Jared - I know what time it is. Put some decent clothes on and let's go.
Stank - *Sigh* This is why you suck.
*Stank walks over to his suitcase and lays out some clothes on his bed. He grabs his toothbrush, toothpaste and walks into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.*
Shannon - They have invisible ninja cameramen.
Jared - Who?
Shannon - The OOWF.
Jared - So?
Shannon - They film just about everything the talent does.
Jared - Are you saying they might be filming him right now?
Shannon - It's almost a sure bet.
Jared - What a wacky Fed.
Tori - Dad?
Jared - Yeah.
Tori - Are you and Uncle Lu going to wrestle together?
Jared - I don't know about that Tori. We haven't done that since your Uncle and I lived in this country. Besides, daddy still wrestles back home in Mexico.
Tori - I thought you said we were moving?
Jared - I said we might, Tori.
Tori - Are we moving over here with mom?
*Jared gives Shannon a look, then looks down at his son.*
Jared - Probably not, son... ... Do you want to stay here with your mom?
Shannon - Jared.
Jared - What?
Shannon - Let's not talk about that right now. At least not without Lucas. We said we would discuss this as a family.
Tori - I want to live with Uncle Lu.
Jared - I told you... you can't live with Uncle Lu. He travels too much.
Tori - You travel.
Jared - But never too far from home, son.
Tori - I don't want to live in Mexico anymore.
*Jared looks stunned.*
Jared - Why not?
*Before the boy can answer. Stank walks out the bathroom and picks up his clothes off the bed before returning to the bathroom, and shutting the door behind him.*
Shannon - Jared let's just wait.
Jared - Shannon he's my child.
Shannon - There you go again.
Jared - I'm sorry... I'm not excluding you... It's not what I meant... *sigh* I'm going to go wait in the lobby.
*Jared walks out the door. A few moments later Stank walks out the bathroom fully dressed.*
Stank - I have no idea what's open this early in the morning but... hey where's Red?
Shannon - He'll meet up with us in the lobby.
Stank - Everything alright?
Shannon - There's a lot going on. Jared's kind of nervous about Tori meeting his grandfather tonight. That combined with stuff going on back home.
Stank - Atlanta?
Shannon - Mexico.
Stank - Oh... Well as far as tonight goes Meg promised nothing bad would happen and I'm inclined to believe her.
*Shannon puts her hands on Tori's shoulders and ushers him toward the door.*
Stank - Plus I'll be there and I have a number of friends at the show who won't allow anything bad to happen to my nephew. Tori will be in good hands.
Shannon - I know... it's just... Jared plans on being there too.
Stank - No.
Shannon - We'll talk more at breakfast.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:47:11 GMT -5
*OOWF Backstage*
A stagehand is walking through the hallways and he comes to a door and knocks. After a few moments Aina answers the door and looks the stagehand up and down.
Stagehand: Pardon me, sir, but Mrs. al-Takriti needs to speak with Noelani regarding a private matter.
Aina: Sure. Hey Noe...Selena needs to talk to you.
Noelani gets off the couch and sighs as she heads out of the locker room and makes her way through the hallways. A few seconds after she disappears out of sight from the Hawaiians locker room, Alexander and Alexis Darling come into the picture. Alexis hands over some money to the stagehand.
Alexis: Make it quick. I'll hold Noelani off as long as I can, but I can't promise I don't knock her out if she annoys me.
Alexander: Thanks sister darling. Be right back.
Alexander doesn't bother to knock as he heads into Kai and Aina's locker room.
Aina: Don't bother knocking, brah?
Kai: The Kai doesn't like people barging into his humble abode. But The Kai hasn't talked to The Alex in a while so, how ya doin' brah?
Alexander: I'm good. And it has been a while and I'm sorry about that. I haven't been a very good friend.
Kai: The Kai doesn't agree. The Alex has been good to us since we got here.
Aina: Kai, let him talk. I wanna hear what he has to say.
Kai: Whatever brah. The Kai is gonna go back to practicing his air surfing.
The Kai jumps on his imaginary surfboard and paddles out, but he seems to be keeping an eye on Alex and Aina...and moving on...
Alexander: So, right to business Aina?
Aina just raises his eyebrows and motions for Alex to get to the point.
Fine. I know we've disagreed on what Noelani has been doing to you guys, but don't you think this is going too far. Threatening to walk out. Quitting. That's not like you guys.
Aina: What's it matter? It's not like we've ever gotten the respect we deserve around here. It's all bullshit backstage politics and favorites get played.
Alexander: You're better than this though. Both of you are better people than Noelani...
Aina: Careful, brah...
Alexander: I've been careful and that's why we're in this position now. I kept my mouth shut when she turned you into mindless, violent monsters because I was hoping you'd come through it on your own and realize you didn't need to turn into Night Marchers to achieve your goals.
Aina: ...
Alexander: Look, we've had our issues in the past but none of that has ever changed my opinion that you two are the best tag team in wrestling. You were better than the Kings, you're better than the Texans, and you've been better than every team I've worked with and against. But that team wasn't the Night Marchers...and truthfully, they're not the Flyin' Hawaiians either. Kai and Aina are of the island, from the island, and for the island. You're more than a pandering highspot team and you're more than pointless violence. You're wolves. Always have been, always will be...no matter what Noelani says or does to you and no matter what I say. It's up to you two to remember who and what you are and where you want to do it.
Aina: Done, brah?
Alexander: Almost. One last thing...I might not like what's happened, but I fucked up by letting it happen and basically walking away. If this is the path you want to continue, then I wish you luck on it wherever it takes you. And if you ever need someone to watch your back, my opinion on that hasn't changed...I will be there for you both.
Alexander stands up and says goodbye to Aina and looks over his shoulder at Kai who actually seems to be deep in thought. Alex nods and heads out into the hallway just as Noelani rounds the corner and sees him exiting the locker room.
Noelani: What the hell are you doing here Darling?
Alexis steps in front of her brother...
Alexis: We were just leaving Lani.
Noelani glares as Alexis slides her arm in between her brother's and they head back to the Darling locker room.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:47:44 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the back, in a darkened room, lit by a single bulb, old school promo time>
Sometimes it is good to go back to what you know. Dark room, single bulb, this is what is familiar to me. Unfortunately, one of the other things that is becoming familiar to me is drama. Drama, drama, drama. Let’s look at what is going on in the OOWF, shall we?
Davin Moreland is letting his inner Diva shine through right now. Davin is all puffed up and angry because Fire has the NERVE to talk to her brother. What is she thinking? Why do you care Davin? What fucking possible difference could it make to you whether Fire talks to, or teams with me, at all? You were done with Fire, remember? She stabbed you in the knee and you wrote her off. You tossed her aside just like the piece of trash you claim the Quinn’s are.
And, because god knows Davin HAS to be in the spotlight…..I think Punk said it best, it’s like the man is solar powered or something….you get all indignant when Chad and Zane consider teaming with Fire. Poor, poor Davin. Here again, we all OWE you something, don’t we? We all owe our mere existence to the great and mighty Davin Moreland. Davin saves the day? Saves the day from WHAT exactly? That’s right, not a fucking thing. The only thing you are interested in saving is your spot in the spotlight. Don’t fool yourself into thinking anything else.
Where do we go from there? The Hawaiian……errr…..Night Marchers are threatening to win the titles and take them away. Tsk tsk Lani. Come on, you are better than that. I don’t know what this Hawaiian surfer bullshit is, but its not you. Alex can say whatever he wants, and normally, he is a dipshit of the highest order, but he is right in this regard, you two are wolves, you see something you want? Fucking take it. Keep attacking until it is yours. Threatening to take the titles and leave? Seems like the way things work in wrestling these days, we would just have a tournament to crown a second set of world tag team champions, which is totally not retarded booking.
Moving on, what else? Ahh yes. Mr. Evans is making noise about the young kids taking over. Knocking the old guard from their perch. So far, all I have heard is a whole lot of talk. Evans, you want to make an impression in the OOWF? You know exactly what to do, and running your mouth is not an option. You want to make an impression? Do something, do anything. You know how to find us. Talking ain’t going to get us to leave son, so either piss, or get off the pot. Do something, or shut the fuck up and go back to curtain jerking. You want my spot? You want any other vets spot? Come pry it out of our cold dead hands.
I suppose I should address my match this week. Seems like a lot of people have a whole lot of problem with me teaming with my sister. To all those people, I give a hearty FUCK YOU. <mock whining> oooh its all drama! Fire is a FACE! She shouldn’t have anything to do with her brother! I don’t like you teaming with your brother! It just leads to bad things! Boo goddamn hoo. You don’t like it? Too fucking bad.
Fire……I am not giving you ultimatums. Those days are over. We are scheduled to team for at least one match, maybe three. If the real Fire shows up…..the Fire I know is in there……we will wrestle three matches and walk out of here just like we used to walk the streets of Detroit…..the baddest motherfuckers on the planet. If you can bring back THAT Fire, no one beats us.
If you don’t? That is up to you. If you want to continue being Suzy Homemaker McPandersalot, if you want to listen to your idiot husband, and your moron cousin, hey, you are a grown woman, you make your decisions, you live with them. Like you have always told me though…….remember this……your choices, your actions, have consequences. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Think about that, then decide what you are going to bring Wednesday night.
As for you Eric? Sucks for you. I get you wanting Alex’s title. I get you wanting to prove something to him. Hell, I would even like to see you beat him. Attacking Fire? Bad move my friend. Bad move when that is my tag partner this week. Now, normally, I have no real problem with you, but this week? This week I will bleed you like a stuck pig and not think twice about it. As for your partner……..your silent partner……I think you better just hope she shows up. That little girl may finally have realized she is in WAY over her head. I would imagine by now, she is back home holding tea parties with her dolls. How much would it suck for you, Eric, to face the Quinn’s in a handicap match?
It would be a real shame for the shining light of the OOWF to get snuffed out in one night, now wouldn’t it?
<Moose laughs and turns out the light, we hear him laugh as we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:48:54 GMT -5
*Scheme Gene is standing near Outback Jack, who is signing autographs for Japanese fans while in his Empty Team face paint and black ring gear.*
SG: Fans, a lot of questions have been raised about what will happen at Mayhem when Fear Us reunites at Mayhem...
*OBJ turns and joins SG, who is lucky that Jack is still himself and not in Jack of the Hinterlands mode*
OBJ: You're getting ahead of yourself, mate. Fear Us is a thing of the past.
SG: But one of your opponents has been criticizing the old guard of the OOWF!
OBJ: And that would not have been my mate, Danny Taylor. As for the other guy, LD and I probably do see eye to eye about him, Gene.
SG: Speaking of your former partner, you've had some strong things to say about him.
OBJ: And I stand behind what I said, but I am a professional, and I pride myself on my body of work as a tag team wrestler, so I pulled some strings to help our chances.
SG: Really?
OBJ: With Vic taking the night off, I figured we could use a manager.
*Wally B King, resplendent in a sequined pimp suit, struts in*
SG: Wally B King, you've faced some adversity in the OOWF. Aren't you worried about your personal safety?
WBK: Not at all, mate.
*A large shadow is cast over the scene, and Scheme Gene's gulp of fear suggests that LD's Momma is standing behind Wally*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:49:23 GMT -5
*Davin is in his locker room, laughing his ass off. The TV shows it's tuned to OOWF-TV*
DM: *takes a deep breath to try to recover from laughing so hard* Are you even trying anymore, Moose? Do you think before you speak? I mean, my God, you called out, what, 6, 7 people there?
DM: And they're all wrong...and you're right. That's your whole promo. Boiled down to one sentence.
DM: Gotta say, JohnBoy, your track record is pretty extensive. When it comes down to it, you are always on the wrong side of history.
DM: But we should, "trust you", now, right? Because THIS TIME you're right and everyone else is wrong.
DM: A wise person once told me that it's not paranoia if "they" are actually out to get you. But sometimes, JohnBoy, paranoia is just paranoia. So a word of advice from your old cousin here, fucko...
DM: Keep MY name out of YOUR mouth, until you're ready to stop ducking me and do something about it. And keep your weak-ass, Ron Killings conspiracy theories to yourself. It's pathetic.
DM: It's almost as pathetic as Ron Killings currently being a better wrestler than you. It's fact, and it's not even close.
DM: Cock a doodle doo, etc. etc.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:50:13 GMT -5
<Moose blah blah blah>
MHJ: Ducking you? Really Davin? I am not a hard person to find. You want another chance? Bring it asshole. You failed the first time, you will fail again.
Trust me
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:50:37 GMT -5
**Outback Jack is sitting alone in the Destroyitarium when a fresh can of Fosters is placed in front of him. He doesn’t look up, but belches as L.D. Williams sits down across from him.**
OBJ: “Australian for-”
LDW: “I know what it means.”
**They drink in silence for a moment.**
OBJ: <Belch.>
LDW: “Don’t look at me. I didn’t book it.”
OBJ: <Belch?>
LDW: “Brilliant idea. Wally and Ma are really looking forward to it.”
OBJ: <Belch.>
LDW: “I know, but I think we’d be fine regardless. No other team in the tournament has the experience we do.”
OBJ: <Belch.>
LDW: “Fire and Moose haven’t teamed that much. Besides, they have …issues.”
OBJ: <Belch.>
LDW: “Don’t lay that on me. you decided to give my half of the titles to Gator.”
OBJ: <Belch!>
LDW: “Bull. You were chomping at the bit to bring Gator in. You were talking about it before you even congratulated me for winning the World Title.”
OBJ: “-”
LDW: “-”
OBJ: <Belch.>
LDW: “Yeah, that was a horrible pun. Sorry.”
OBJ: <Belch.>
LDW: “One night. Three matches. Fear Us rides again.”
OBJ: <Belch.>
LDW: “It’s a start.”
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:51:30 GMT -5
<Mai Muyo is sitting on a couch somewhere playing N64>
Mai: About to lap you in 3…2…1…
Voice: SON OF A BITCH!
<The camera pans out to show Mai sitting next to Ecosystem, both of them pushing against the other as they play on their controllers. Eco is clearly losing.>
Mai: …and Luigi is the winner again.
Eco: FUCK!
<Eco throws his controller against the wall>
Mai: Do you even know how to use Princess Peach? You know, in a video game, not in person.
Eco: Fuck you.
<Pause.>
Eco: So…is everything okay?
Mai: Don’t I look okay?
Eco: Trust, but verify. Believe it or not, I actually took the doctor’s advice and stopped watching OOWF-TV—so long as Mom watched and told me you were safe.
Mai: “Safe” is a pretty strong word.
Eco: “Alive.” She let slip that you were feuding with Moose.
Mai: …yeah. Listen, I’m not escalating—
Eco: I’m not worried. That may be the drugs talking, but honestly, I don’t think Moose knows what to do with someone like you. He knows what to do with phonies and bullshitters like me. He doesn’t have to deal with total sincerity much. Then again…<Eco laughs>…Mom told me you were teaming with Eric this week against the Quinns. Bet Moose knows how to deal with him.
Mai: Oh, Eric…you know, we did Bible study together a short while ago…I skipped this week, I don’t know where his head is at, I'll have to catch him in the locker room. He’s sending goons after Lisa for no apparent reason.
Eco: That’s so stupid. Getting into a drawn out fight with the Quinns and Darlings always drags on and on; it’s never worth it.
Mai: …
Eco: What?
Mai: Do you remember who you are? Did the psychologist use a Men-In-Black neurolizer on you or something?
Eco: No, I’m just admitting I did some stupid shit. I thought we got past this part.
Mai: I did if you did.
<Mai gets up and grabs her jacket>
Eco: Where you going?
Mai: Hitting the late-night gym. Work out and get a good night’s sleep for tomorrow’s match.
Eco: Great. Just be careful, okay?
Mai: The roads aren’t that bad, the rain just started.
Eco: That’s not what I meant.
Mai: I know.
Eco: He’s more of a sadist than I am. I don’t know if he’s sicker, but he enjoys it more.
Mai: I hope that’s true, Junichiro. But I’m not always sure it is.
<Mai exits as Eco sighs.>
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:52:17 GMT -5
*Mai Muyo walks into the late-night gym. It is, in fact, very late night - 2-ish or so. The place is deserted except for one really big dude doing the elliptical. He looks sort of ridiculous, actually, and Mai can't help but laugh. The guy hears it and turns around. It's Davin. He sees Mai and he tries very hard not to roll his eyes before trying to finish up.*
MM: *from across the gym, yelling* OMIGOSH DAVIN HI!
DM: *much, much quieter* Hi Mai.
*Mai makes a beeline for Davin and ends up right next to the machine. Davin's personal space has been violated as is per Mai's custom.*
MM: What are you doing here? Why are you doing elliptical? Why are you up so late? Have you seen Ramu yet? Don't you just love Japan? I love being back home. OMIGOSH How's Mickie? How's Samantha? Do you miss them? What's up with you and Fire? Or with you and Texpress? Or with you and Moose? Why can't Moose ever commit to a feud? Is it because he's a heathen? Oh, heathen's an outdated term, I know - but "born again" is so...Protestant-y, don't you think?
*Davin is just looking at her with his mouth open in complete disbelief at this whole display. Sometime in between "Have you seen Ramu" and "Heathen", Davin realizes he's completely defeated, pushes a button on the elliptical, and it slows to a stop.*
MM: Why are you so quiet?
DM: *grabs a towel and a water which are nearby* I'm waiting to see if you've forgotten any questions to ask me.
MM: Oh...sorry...I just...I've been so busy and I haven't had any time to check in with you but I really HAVE been thinking about you and Samantha and the baby and-
DM: *does The Rock hand to the face thing as he takes a sip of water* Mickie's great. Sam is great, having Ma there helps a lot. I get pictures every day so I don't miss them as much...
MM: But, you still miss them, right?
DM: Of course I do. It's my wife and newborn daughter.
MM: It's just that you're so-
DM: Selfish? Self-important? A diva? Braggadocious? Only out for myself?
MM: Well...yeah?
DM: Yeah, unlike some people in OOWF, I actually have a complex, multi-dimensional, layered personality.
MM: You mean...crazy?
DM: No. I mean "like a real person and not a cartoon character".
MM: Where does the crazy come in?
DM: It's one of the layers.
MM: Oh.
DM: ...
MM: So...what are you doing here so late?
DM: Couldn't sleep. And there's no one around to talk to, so I remembered they had an all-night gym here. I figured some cardio would tucker me out.
MM: Oh. That makes sense.
DM: Well, sure. Why wouldn't it make sense?
MM: *shrugs* I dunno. You're sort of unpredictable.
DM: Ok.
MM: So don't you just love Japan?
DM: Sure. Japan's great. I have lots of good memories from here, got to work with some fine workers who showed me the ropes. The fans are always great, although they still have a hard time seeing me as someone who can actually win a match.
MM: Cause you jobbed to Ramu all the time?
DM: Uh huh.
MM: Have you talked to her yet?
DM: Traded a couple texts. She said she'd try to meet up with me while we're here. It's not so easy for her, you know?
MM: Because she's too young to drive?
DM: Well, that, and she's got paparazzi following her around everywhere. Sucks. She's just a kid.
MM: She is super-famous though.
DM: Like I said, it can't be easy for her. I'll tell you what though, even at like 8 and 9 years old, she was as professional as anyone I've ever run across in this business. Really hard worker, went about things the right way. Pretty impressive kid. And, of course, she really helped me a lot. If not for her, I'd still be jobbing for sushi every night.
MM: You know, since you left for America, a lot of people credit you for making her as big a star as she is.
DM: I've never heard that.
MM: You don't live here.
DM: True. Anyway, I can't take any credit for that, really. I helped get her character over as more than a Pedophile's Wet Dream - anything else was all Ramu. So I'll take credit for that.
MM: Why won't Moose feud with me? We're supposed to be feuding.
DM: So are we. And you're breaking Kayfabe. Watch your step.
MM: Oh, Kayfabe and I go way back. I introduced her to her boyfriend.
DM: Kayfabe has a boyfriend? Wait. You KNOW Kayfabe? Like, personally?
MM: Oh sure. She's from Japan too, you know.
DM: I should have seen that coming.
MM: Anyway, about Moose?
DM: Moose is terrified of you.
MM: Wait, really?
DM: Yeah, he has no idea what to make of you. You don't have any vices or weaknesses, so that throws off his whole Mind Game which, besides that and weapons, is pretty much all he has these days.
MM: So given that, why did you agree to a match like that with him?
DM: Unlike you, I enjoy inflicting pain, especially on people I don't like. I like to break bones, pop ligaments, cause gushing bleeding....
MM: Davin! That's so...so...VIOLENT!
DM: *shrugs* So?
MM: But, I mean, you and Samantha, you're-
DM: Wait, so I'm a Catholic, so I swear off violence forever?
MM: I mean, Jesus said-
DM: Listen, Mai, I know you might legitimately not understand this, but man is an imperfect creature. God created us in his own image, but he did not clone himself. I have weaknesses, faults and failures. I am imperfect. I strive each day to do the best that I can - but I don't feel that I serve God by being something that I'm not. That's why we have Sacraments. Namely, Confession. And in the interim, prayer. I do the best I can. When I fail, I atone for my sins. Isn't that how it's supposed to work?
MM: I guess I never looked at it that way.
DM: *smiles* It's called life experience, kid. And you don't have a ton of it yet. You will.
MM: So how can I get him to?
DM: You can't. It's not worth wasting your time, energy or breath on him, honestly. He lost complete touch with reality several months ago, and shows no desire to regain that. So, you're dealing with a completely unmedicated psychopath. Traditional speech doesn't work. You just have to hope Selena books you against him, I guess.
MM: Why haven't you been hanging out with her?
DM: I'm not THAT lonely.
MM: I thought you liked her?
DM: I do...in short bursts.
MM: Oh, sorta like me?
DM: No, Mai. I don't GET short bursts with you, because every time we ever interact it turns into a theological discussion about Catechism.
MM: Sorry. It's just...there's no one else around who-
DM: Yeah. I get it. No big deal. The point was, there's a distinction. I imagine a theological discussion with Selena would involve talking about "Church Dudes" and "Eating Crackers" and "Boring songs from, like, the 60s".
*Mai laughs*
DM: Just, in the future, try to ask me one question, and then wait for the answer before asking me the next question. It's overwhelming the other way.
MM: Sorry. I'll try to remember that.
DM: It's fine. Life experience.
MM: Yeah. So what about Firewoman?
DM: What about her?
MM: Well, what's your deal with her?
DM: She's my cousin.
MM: I KNOW that. It's just, it seems like you were getting along, and then...not.
DM: It's not about "getting along". It's about her deciding what direction she wants the rest of her life to go. She's got the world by the balls, but she's also got an anchor tied to her waist. She can either choose success and personal happiness, or a life of chaos, broken promises, shattered dreams, missed opportunities, and continuous and constant disappointment and abandonment. The choice is hers and hers alone. No one can do it for her.
MM: Seems like an obvious choice.
DM: One would think.
MM: So, why doesn't she pick the obvious choice?
DM: She likes to outsmart herself.
MM: That's...counterproductive.
DM: That's...that's Firewoman.
MM: I see.
DM: Well, I think I'm gonna get going...see if I can't muster a couple hours of sle-
MM: WAIT!
DM: What?
MM: Will you pray with me?
DM: Excuse me?
MM: You know what He said. Whenever 2 or more are gathered in my name...
DM: No.
MM: *giant anime eyes* PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE??!?!!?
DM: I told you to stop doing that! *sigh* Ok fine, I can spare a few minutes I guess. Must be kind of isolating for you. You know, being a Catholic...here.
MM: I guess, sort of.
DM: So what did you want to-
MM: ROSARY!
DM: Ok, I DEFINITELY didn't bring my-
MM: It's ok! I always carry an extra. You know. Just in case.
DM: In case you randomly run into people on the street who want to pray Rosary?
MM: *smiling* Or the gym.
DM: *scratches his head* Got me there.
*Mai digs in her gym bag, pulls out her beads, and tosses a finger Rosary to Davin*
Both: In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. *simultaneous pause* I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth...
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:52:47 GMT -5
Firewoman is doing her morning jog in the misty neighborhood around the arena. Stank catches up with her.
FW: Thought you were running with Davin these days?
S: Never showed. According to OOWF-TV he was up late working out with ... never mind.
FW: Who?
S: Mai Muyo.... I only caught a little bit of it.
FW: *eyeroll* Saw her sitting with her crazy brother earlier.
S: Yeah, he looks better.
FW: Uh huh.....
The two jog along in silence for a bit.
FW: So....family in town, eh?
S: Don't want to talk about it.
FW: I'm just saying .... I don't know which um..."family" we're talking about with your nephew and all, but I still have connections. I can help.
Stank sprints a bit ahead and turns to face Firewoman and stops. She nearly runs into him.
FW: Hey!
S: Abso-fucking-lutely fucking NOT. NO WAY am I facilitating that.
FW: Huh?
S: Look....I don't like your husband. I plan on taking that belt from him by any means necessary. But one thing I am NOT going to do is give him another reason to get all righteously angry on me by getting his wife back involved with ... THAT.
FW: He wouldn't care about--
S: Yes, he fucking would, Fire, and for the record so would I. Not to mention I'd then have your brother to deal with too, and--
FW: *another eye roll and she starts to go around him* Speaking of not caring....
Stank grabs her shoulder and spins her around. She gives him a look that nearly stops him cold, and he takes his hand off her shoulder.
S: Yeah, yeah, whatever. But you're going to hear me out.
FW: Stank.....Let me replay something for you.
She gets out her smart phone (no sponsorship) and plays this bit from Moose's last promo.
S: So?
FW: So that. Not 'bad move attacking my sister.' Not 'bad move putting a hit out on her.' Bad move attacking my tag partner. That's all I am to him. That's all he is to me.
S: You don't mean that, and neither does he.
FW: Well, it hardly matters who means what.
S: Why did you bail him out then?
FW: Because I want to WIN, Stank. That's all I've ever wanted to do. Win. So I'm going to go in there with a tag team partner randomly assigned to me and do just that, exacting a bit of revenge in the process on Eric and Jun....I mean Mai.....Well, that's just icing.
S: You get tunnel vision when it comes to that, don't you.
FW: What?
S: Winning.
FW: You make me sound like Charlie Sheen.
S: Remember your match ... against Tytan....you know....THE match. You knew something wasn't right, didn't you.
FW: *looks away, and starts walking back toward the arena. Stank waits a bit and follows her* Maybe....
S: You went around to everyone you cared about...don't give me that look. You may not know it being all anti-social and all, but you do....anyway, you came up to me, and I was too busy talking on the phone.
FW: So?
S: So.....afterward.....for a bit....I felt.....kinda bad....like I should have said or done something to talk you out of the match....
FW: Lucas....
S: But then as I thought about it...nothing would have worked. All you saw was beating Tytan. That was the only thing in your mind. There was nothing I could say or do that would have changed that. Reminds me of some other red-headed fool I know.
FW: Probably right, but I don't think this match is anything like--
S: Are you thinking only about winning without thinking of the consequences?
FW: .....
S: That's what I thought. Look, I gotta go...I'm meeting Jared and.... no I do NOT need your help with this. Don't call anyone.
FW: FINE!
They walk the rest of the way back to the arena in silence.
S: Look, Fire, I--
FW: Stank...it's okay......I get it.
S: Uh huh....not going to change anything though, is it.
Firewoman shrugs.
S: Fire always does what she wants. It's funny how everyone likes that, until you do something they don't want you to do. Well....good luck tonight.
FW: You too....with ... everything.
They look at each other, and then Stank holds up his fingers in a V. Fire reciprocates and smiles. He turns to walk away.
FW: *calling after him* Seriously, if you need anything--
S: DAMN, you are one stubborn woman......*the rest of his words fade away as he mutters to himself increasingly out of microphone range.*
Fire watches for a bit, smiles and turns back toward the Luxury Suites.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:53:27 GMT -5
*Stank is in catering, fresh off his run with Firewoman. He grabs a bottle of water, a bagel, and orders a coffee from Flair's Sandwich Stand. Before his coffee order is complete he is approached by Justin Sane.*
JS - Lemme borrow five dollars.
*Stank reaches in his pocket and pulls out a five dollar bill. He hands it to Justin.*
JS - Thanks. Your brother is in your locker room.
Stank - He is?
JS - Yeah he and I talked.
Stank - About what?
JS - Did you know he's a pro wrestler?
Stank - Yes.
JS - I wish I were a pro wrestler.
Stank - You are Justin.
JS - I am?
Stank - Don't you remember years back?
JS - Drawing a blank.
Stank - Trust me Justin.
JS - That's what Scaryhead Jack says.
Stank - What?
*Justin speaks in a gruff Moose imitation.*
JS - Trust me
Stank - Don't trust him Justin.
JS - No?
Stank - No.
JS - Why?
Stank - Because as far as you are concerened Jack is not one to trust.
JS - Do you trust him?
Stank - I trust him to be who he is.
JS - Who is he?
*Stank reflects on the question as the attendant at Flair's stand hands Stank his coffee.*
Stank - That question is harder to answer as the days go by.
JS - I think he's scary.
Stank - Well I suppose that answer is as apt as any.
*Stank takes a sip of his coffee and he and Justin begin to walk toward his locker room.*
JS - I like it.
Stank - Like what?
JS - That Moose is scary. I enjoy scary things.
Stank - Do you now?
JS - Oh yeah... like heights, spiders, and little Jimmys.
Stank - Of course you would know who little Jimmys are.
JS - Isn't it obvious?
Stank - To your kind perhaps.
JS - I showed Chuckles the other day who little Jimmys are.
Stank - How did he take it?
JS - Scared him so bad he ran away.
Stank - Little Jimmys scared HIM? That's a laugh.
JS - They'd scare you too, boss.
Stank - I doubt that.
JS - Lemme borrow five dollars.
Stank - I just gave you five dollars.
JS - You did?
Stank - Check your pockets.
*Justin Sane reaches into his pockets and pulls out wads of five dollar bills.*
JS - Which one did you give me?
Stank - The one with Abraham Lincoln's picture on it.
JS - Who is Abraham Lincoln?
Stank - The guy pictured on the front of the five dollar bill I gave you.
JS - Oh.
*Stank and Justin arrive at the locker room. Jared stands at the back of the room watching a monitor.*
Jared - This is some kind of crazy. I watched your whole conversation with Commissioner Firewoman and Justin on this monitor. They really film everything don't they?
Stank - It's part of being in the OOWF.
Jared - You ready?
Stank - I need to take a shower and change clothes.
JS - Boss you need me?
Stank - No Justin. Thanks. Go spend your money.
JS - Spend it?
Stank - Yes.
JS - Spend it on what?
Stank - I'm sure you can figure that out?
JS - Should I spend all of it?
Stank - No.
JS - Okay then... I know exactly what I'm going to do.
*Justin Sane sprints out of the locker room.*
Jared - I don't get it.
Stank - Don't ask.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:54:00 GMT -5
<Moose is WALKING when SFJ13 sticks a mic in his face>
MHJ: Not now
SFJ13: People want to know stuff
MHJ: Fuck people
SFJ13: Just answer the damn question
MHJ: What question?
SFJ13: Why are you ducking Davin Moreland?
MHJ: Ducking? Is Davin Cena still whining? I shouldn't be surprised. He says he is going to do something, fails miserably at it, and then does nothing but bitch and moan about how he deserves another shot at doing what he promised. Fucking fine Moreland, whatever. I have moved on, clearly you have not. I told you I am not hard to find. Perhaps less praying to the man in the clouds with Mai, and more actually finding me and finishing this. Or, just run your mouth, whatever, I seriously don't care. I am done with you, its not worth my time.
SFJ13: And your comments about Fire?
MHJ: <sighs> Look, it doesn't much matter what I say with her anymore either. We have been through this a million times, she gets cranky when I don't rush to her aid. Whatever. You know I am probably the only person in this company who has stirred up more shit, and pissed off more people than Fire. If I were to find out tomorrow that someone put a bounty on my head, that someone was attacking me to collect that bounty, would ANYONE be surprised? Fuck no. I earned it. So did Fire. If she is going to cry because Eric paid AA to attack her, then I am sorry to say, They have got to her. Suck it up, fight your battles, and kick the shit out of them
SFJ13: Even if it is two on one?
MHJ: That's just it, she has not BEEN attacked two on one. AA attacked her, Eric paid him. If she REALLY needs my help one on one.......then I don't know what to say. She is bitching and moaning about hypotheticals that haven't even happened yet, and to be honest, I am tired of it. IF you get jumped two on one, I will help out. If not, stop crying and focus on our damn match
SFJ13: Anything else?
MHJ: No. Go away.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:54:34 GMT -5
Fire is getting her hands taped up by Lucky, and her face is all business.
L: So did you see...
FW: Yes, I did.
L: So.......you ready?
FW: Yes.
L: What are you going to do?
FW: I am going to make Ecosystem sorry he ever let slip he had a sister, and Eric sorry he ever came back to OOWF.
L: And if Attitude Adjuster and Pyskle--
FW: The more the merrier. I'll just be getting warmed up, so if they want some...
L: What if you face Alexander and Fulton?
FW: .....
L: Fire....
FW: Alexander will do what it takes to win. So will I.
L: What about Moose.
FW: He can help...but if he's not helping he better stay out of my way.
Lucky nods. Firewoman catches Moose's reflection in a random mirror backstage. He smiles and raises the V sign. She doesn't react, just goes back to watching Lucky wrap her hands, her expression never changing.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 13, 2011 7:55:19 GMT -5
*Eric O'Mac is sitting in his room with a Bible. Lauren Phoenix walks into the room.*
Lauren: She still didn't show up?
Eric: Nope. This almost ALWAYS happens.
Lauren: What does?
Eric: I start a bible study, one person shows up, and then no shows.
Lauren: Yeah, that sucks.
Eric: And she's my tag team partner this week. So, after the bible study, we could have talked strategy.
Lauren: Could be worse. You could be a Quinn.
Eric: This is true.
Lauren: You want to respond to all the craziness that's happened this week?
Eric: You know, now that since people have stopped promoing for me?
Lauren: Fourth wall...
Eric: Oh, right.
Let's start with Stan Fulton.
Lauren: Really? Him?
Eric: Yeah. I like giving him a shoutout. He's one of the few new people in the past few years who seems to actually give a shit. But, you see, here is where he's going wrong. He keeps getting involved in my business. You know, I don't care that he is Alexander Darling's partner in this Lethal Lottery. He needs to stop sticking his nose in my business. If it doesn't involve him, he doesn't need to be around me.
Lauren: That's it.
Eric: Yeah, it's not the harshest of threats, but honestly, he's not priority one on my list right now either. He's like, priority 7 or something.
Lauren: OK. Let's get to the top three.
Eric: Alright, we'll start with Alexander Darling. I hope he's listening, because this is important.
I warned you, Alex. I warned you to get all the sin out of your life. You see that woman named Lisa Quinn? She is going to ruin you. In fact, I think she already has.
I've made no bones about how I feel about the creature we call Firewoman. I'll rehash these thoughts because they are important, but this is about you, Alex. You see, Alex, we are cut from the same cloth. Wealthy families. We are both use to living the highest life. We are both use to the finest things. And at heart, we are both good people.
That's why we made a connection when you first got here. It's why I consider you to be like a brother.
Don't you see what I'm doing? I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm trying to help you. I'm doing what is best for someone I consider to be family.
Yet, you reject my offer. And you want to fight over this. So, if you won't do what needs to be done, I will. And when I'm done, I'm going to take what you covet the most, and that's the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.
That brings me to a man that you really dislike Alex.
Moosehead Jack.
Moose, we have no problems. We've been friends before. We've never been enemies. We've had the occasional battle here and there, but nothing major. And I doubt that will change after our match tonight.
I'm not going to do what Mai does. While I believe that no man is unsavable, I will respect your wishes not to be prodded about your religion.
Instead, here is what I'm going to ask you.
You have this attachment to Firewoman. I don't blame you, she is your sister. But much like Alexander is to me, she is not worth wasting your time anymore. She's going to always play both sides of the fence, and she's never going to leave Alex. If she did, we would all be getting what we want, but nothing is going to change. So, I'll tell you this. Drop her. Do what needs to be done. You know what I'm going to do. And regardless of who her family is, I'll keep trying until I'm dead or until she's out.
And that brings me to you, Firewoman.
Let me start by saying I think you are one of the best wrestlers in the world. I think you are highly intelligent, absolutely worthy of the position you hold here in the company. And absolutely gorgeous. And in a different time, a different place, I think we could have been friends.
But despite all of the nice things that I believe, I also believe this.
I think you are poison. I think you are irresponsible. I think you have serious issues that you refuse to resolve. And I think that you are a danger to the health of the OOWF until those issues get resolve. You're a drama queen. Your stories are like the most boring soap opera ever. You play both sides of the fence and you are hurting every one in the process.
You'll end up hurting your brother or your husband before it's said and over. So, before you you hurt Alex, I am gunning to take you out. Now, yes, I'm paying Attitude Adjuster to do it. Not because I'm scared of you (even though you write me as such...)
Lauren: Fourth wall...
Eric: Right. Sorry. No, not because I'm scared of you, but because 1) AA, he needed cash. and 2) I've been in the midst of the second longest tag team championship reign in OOWF for the past few months. That shit takes time. So, I've been kind of busy. And now, I'm too busy trying to knock some sense into your husband to deal with you. And I've got faith AA will do the job.
And if he can't get the job done? I'm sure I can take care of it. Because you're a cancer in this company Firewoman. And until Moose and Alex see it? I'll take care of it.
See everyone soon.
*Fade out.*
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