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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:35:12 GMT -5
OOWF Judgment Eve 7 PPV
Live! From Tokyo Japan
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Alexander Darling vs. Stank
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Chris Evans
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. The Flyin Hawaiians
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
El Lobo Sangriento vs. J-P Sparxx
Onslaught Rules Match[/u]
Psykle vs. Moosehead Jack
Tag Team Mayhem Match[/u]
Drink & Destroy vs. Regicide vs. Honcho Williams & JW Westgaard
Eric O'Mac vs. Davin Moreland
Firewoman vs. Attitude Adjuster
Mai Muyo vs. Matt Folz
card subject to Japan being doubled over laughing at us and our earthquake response
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:35:58 GMT -5
<this happens before Mayhem>
<Ecosystem is released from the Japanese police department after being briefly detained. He turns the corner and there stands Moosehead Jack, heavily bandaged, smoking a cigar. Eco snarls and starts to come after him, but Moose sidesteps him, and slams him into the wall, and pulls a scalpel from his boot and presses it to Eco's throat>
MHJ: Is this how you want to do this right now? You will never get a scream out before I slash your throat
Eco: You wouldn't
<Moose presses the scalpel harder against Eco's throat and Eco tenses>
MHJ: You are not the only sick fuck in the OOWF Eco. Now, I am going to say this once, and I want to make DAMN sure I have your attention <Moose presses a little harder, drawing a trickle of blood down Eco's neck> We are in Japan until Sunday, anytime you want to stop by and finish this, you know where we are. Otherwise.......stay the fuck out of my business Eco. You see, when you were messing with my sister, I sat back, because Fire is a big girl and she can take care of herself. What you just did tonight? You just put your sister in a world of hurt. All that fucked up shit you did to Fire? I am going to do that tenfold to that pretty sister of yours. And the sad thing Eco? We are here till Sunday, then we head back to the states. Are you going to come back and protect her? You going to come back and undo all the good that therapy has done? What's it going to be Eco?
<Moose releases Eco and takes a step back. Eco stands there staring daggers into him>
MHJ: consider what you are doing Eco. I owe you a shit kicking for all that went down with Fire. I was content to let things go with Mai, I was just sending a little message. How much do you want to escalate this? Remember Eco, your sisters blood is on your hands.
<Moose turns and walks away>
<this happens after Mayhem>
<Moose is back in the trainer's office>
MHJ: NO! IT IS NOT A FUCKING CONCUSSION! I AM FUCKING FINE!
<Moose turns to walk away and stumbles a little bit knocking some instruments over>
Doc: Moose, we HAVE to check you, it could mean my job
MHJ: I don't give a fuck, I am fine.
<Moose staggers out of the office and stumbles down the hall holding his head, laughing maniacally>
MHJ: THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED RIGHT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! YOU GOT IT! YOU GOT IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:36:30 GMT -5
*Davin is in his locker room, ON HIS PHONE~! Shawn is also there. If she rolled her eyes any more they'd be halfway down the hallway*
DM: Are you SURE you're ok?!?!?....But...it was an EARTHQUAKE!...What's that?...What?.....But....But....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! THE PEN!!!....Have you notified the family?....I have no idea how to contact a pen's family, I thought you did...k...But....DEATHCANE!...No, I think I want you guys to evacuate...How about to like, Minnesota....I don't think "How about you go fuck yourself" is an appropriate response.....I'm just trying to look out for my family...and my CHILD!~!...WON'T SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!??!....Ok, fine, you call Shawn...I wanna talk to Mickie...Yes, I'm aware Ms. Harper still can't talk....just humor me....k
*Shawn's phone rings*
OGMSJ: Yeah....yeah, he's being crazy again...just...yeah, don't worry about it...Tokyo Dome, maybe? I dunno...I've actually been there before....yeah....Yeah, watch out for "Deathcane". You know, the Japanese people here think it's hilarious how America is flipping out over it...Well, perspective, you know....is Moony there?....Can I talk to her?....
*The simulcalls finally end. Davin goes to grab something to drink, and Shawn turns on the TV*
OGMSJ: Oh good! I didn't miss it!
DM: *from the other room* Miss what?
OGMSJ: My new favorite show!
DM: *comes back in* What show?
OGMSJ: The Five.
*Davin does a spit take*
OGMSJ: Yeah, because I hate Muslims, well, all non-Evangelical Christians, and Mexicans, and Gooks, and poor people, and immigrants, and all the other lackeys in the United States who exist solely for my benefit and to serve me. Did you know I was a job creator? I didn't know that until I started watching this.
DM: ...
OGMSJ: The Five is very educational. I had no idea Moose was so forward-thinking. It's sort of sad how much he hates himself though.
DM: ...
OGMSJ: I mean, he hates the entire City of Detroit, obviously. He hates poor people. He hates non-Christians. One of his best buddies is black. Maybe he just wants people to not be like him. That must be why he's not on the show himself. He doesn't want to send the wrong message.
DM: ...
OGMSJ: AHAHAHAHAHA Obama's a terrorist! Where do they come up with this stuff??
DM: I don't know. Sounds like something he'd say though.
*The show ends*
OGMSJ: I can't wait for tomorrow's.
DM: I can.
OGMSJ: So....you lost.
DM: I did.
OGMSJ: You do that a lot.
DM: Less often than you do.
OGMSJ: HEY!
DM: Anyway, they're obviously trying to set up some sort of 4-way feud.
OGMSJ: Why?
DM: Who knows? Someone's brilliant idea in creative. At least I know where I stand.
OGMSJ: How do you know?
DM: Easy, in every 4-way feud, there's the guy, the guy who's chasing the guy, the guy who's chasing both of them who needs to get put over during the feud so he can chase the guy - and the jobber who has to make them all look amazing.
OGMSJ: Which are you?
DM: Duh. The jobber.
OGMSJ: Why?
DM: 2 reasons. First, the rumor is someone in Creative has already said "Davin's won the title enough". Second, I'm so incredibly awesome that I can make ANYONE look good - so sometimes Creative gets lazy and has me put people over. Because no one else can get someone over as well as I can.
OGMSJ: Wait. You've "won the title enough"? That's some bullshit right there.
DM: I agree, Shawn. Because you shouldn't be penalized for being the very best in the business at what you do. All my title runs have been complete and utter crap, because Davin had to get someone else over. Usually one of Creative's Pet Projects that virtually disappeared after they got away from playing with Ol' Davin. I think there's little doubt out there that Davin IS indeed the best. I have the best character. I'm the best in-ring worker in the company. I have the most fans. But that's not good enough, I guess.
OGMSJ: But I don't understand. Why wouldn't Creative give you a year with the title? It makes no damn sense.
DM: I don't know, Shawn. Maybe I don't bitch enough backstage. Maybe, like I said before, I'm a little TOO good. But I'll do what I've always done.
OGMSJ: What's that?
DM: I'll do my job. I'll do my job better than anyone else. You read the messageboards. You hear the fans. THEY know how good I am. They watch me week in, week out. I move the most damn merch for a reason. THEY know. And that's good enough for me. That's who I'm out there for. Them.
OGMSJ: It's still bullshit.
DM: Hey, ya know, you have to take the positives from it.
OGMSJ: What positives?
DM: Easy. I get to work with 3 tremendous pros. Real pros. Not silent spot monkeys, like some people trying to get a stable over. Stank may be as good as I've ever stepped in the ring with. Alex is probably up there too, and plus, he's a good guy and my brother-in-law to boot. And then Eric, who for some reason I'm NOT best friends with, although we should be. He just gets it. He's tremendous in the ring, but beyond that, he GETS it. He doesn't take himself too seriously - but just as people write him off as a joke, he gets in there and shuts them all up. I really couldn't ask for much more than that.
OGMSJ: Other than winning the title, of course.
DM: Hey, I'm a 4-Time Champ. I've DEFINED that title. I've embodied it. I've lived it. I AM the OOWF World Heavyweight Title. I define that title. But it doesn't define me.
OGMSJ: Ok.
DM: So, I'll just enjoy this ride as long as I can, before I'm carrying some schlub for 2 months after this is over.
OGMSJ: That's very enlightened of you.
DM: I'm an enlightened guy.
OGMSJ: Right. Is The Five on again yet?
*fade*
OGMSJ: You know
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:37:02 GMT -5
The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, and we find the members of D&D in a surprisingly happy mood. Drinks are flowing all around, and all three of the boys as well as Ashley and Spencer have smiles on their faces. Laughter and Shotglass’s barks fill the air. DVD heads away from the group over to the bar, where he notices the INC, and motions for it to come closer.
DVD: I know after losing a chance to win the OOWF tag team titles, a lot of people would be depressed, or downtrodden, and would not expect to see us smiling and having a good time.
As if to accentuate his comment, a loud belch from OBJ followed by laughter is heard.
DVD: The truth of the matter is, we gave our all last night, as did the Texans, and they happened to come out on top. It could have gone either way, and we have nothing to be ashamed of. What you saw was tag team wrestling at it’s finest. Respect is a dirty word around this company, but we respect the Texans, and look forward to our next time facing them in the ring.
Danny comes over and claps Vic on the back before grabbing another round for the group and walking off.
DVD: The best part, we did not need briefcases or bats, or any of that nonsense to put on a hell of a show for the fans. Keep all your new guard, old guard, right guard, wrong guard foolishness. People like D&D, the Texpress, The Hawaiians and the rest will remind everyone in the world what true Tag Team wrestling is all about. Give us a chance, and we will steal the show.
OBJ: You got that right Mate. (Cheers come up from the rest of the group.)
DVD: This Sunday, we get to be involved in Tag Team Mayhem, and we are looking forward to it. Honcho may be new, but he’s teaming with JW Westguard, a man who knows a thing or two about tag team wrestling. A new guy teaming up with a veteran tag specialist, where have I seen that before.
Vic throws a glance over at OBJ and DDT.
DVD: Yeah, that may just work out well for them. Then of course there is Regicide, LD Williams and Tytan. Their resumes speak for themselves. Just remember boys, last time we faced off, D&D came out on top. (Vic smirks a little at this comment) So three teams, all with one goal in mind, proving they should be the next to get a shot at the OOWF Tag Team Championships. It will be one hell of a fight, and that could not make us happier.
Spencer and Ashley come over and whisper something into Vic’s ear, and his entire face nearly turns beat red.
DVD: Well, if you will excuse me, I have a “group meeting” I need to partake in. See you boys at Judgment Eve; hope you are ready for a fight.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:37:36 GMT -5
Fire comes into Selena's office.
GMtS: Yeah, sure, don't knock or anything. How's your head?
FW: Fine. I have stipulations.
GMtS: Of course.
FW: No DQ. Falls count anywhere.
GMtS: That it?
FW: Last blood match.
GMtS: What the hell is that.
FW: I made it up.
GMtS: Of course you did.
FW: Who ever bleeds to death last wins.
GMtS: I think I'll go with the No DQ/Falls count anywhere. Let's save that other one for something really special.
FW: Whatever.
Fire storms out.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:38:12 GMT -5
[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Mai Muyo vs. Matt Folz vs. Psykle
[/quote]
[/u]
El Lobo Sangriento vs. J-P Sparxx
Onslaught Rules Match[/u]
Psykle vs. Moosehead Jack
[/quote]
We're in an office, and the above has just played on the wall screen TV. It's IQ's office at the Japanese Headquarters of GeniusIQ Industries, and Psykle is irate. IQ is doing his best to try to calm him down, but not doing too well at it.
IQ: It's got to be an oversight...
Psykle: It's no oversight! That bitch is trying to keep me from getting what I want!
IQ: Now, now, that's no way to talk about GM Selena, she's a very busy lady and I'm sure...
Psykle: Not her! I like Selena! I'm talking about that no talent hack of a Commissioner that runs around pretending she's all glory and sparkles, when all she really is is a disgrace to herself and her family name!
IQ: Oh, you mean Fire.
Psykle: Yes! She has to have something to do with this. I won a four way match for an Onslaught Title shot, and the guy I pinned gets a title shot the very next week. OK, we figure they are holding it off to give me my shot at the PPV, then the card for the PPV gets posted, and NOPE! Someone who wasn't even in that match has the Onslaught title match, and I've got Moose in an regular Onslaught match.
IQ: Which will be a terrific chance for you to work...
Psykle: I know. Moose and I will tear it up. We will have an incredible match, and knowing the two of us, most likely have one of, if not the best, matches on the show. It's still not my Onslaught Title match that I've earned, and it's that bitch Fire doing it. Why else would I keep getting put in matches with Moose? Fire thinks her brother is going to do her dirty work for her and eliminate me before I can get my hands on her. She doesn't realize though that Moose and I will fight, but we fight with a bit of honor, and he knows just as well as I do that Fire deserves everything that's coming down on her. Hell, I even have the honor to stand back and let her deal with her problems with Attitude Adjuster and Eric O'Mac instead of just waiting for the next time they knock her flat and coming in and finishing the job, because unlike her and the rest of the people here, I believe in settling my issues in the ring, not with backstage attacks.
IQ: I know, and that's why we spend most of our time away from the backstage area and from traveling with them, because we're above their spiteful backstage antics.
Psykle: Maybe that's the problem though. Maybe the only way to get what you earned is to go in and take it. I know Lobo has no issues with defending his title against whoever earns the shot, so I know it's not him doing it. I know Selena is working hard and doing a damn fine job and has absolutely no reason to dislike or disapprove of us, so she's not doing it. The only one left is that bitch Firewoman. Some how, some way, she keeps getting the matches changed to keep me from getting the shot I earned.
IQ: Look, let me make a few calls to some of the board members, and see if we can't get this cleared up. Somewhere, somehow, it's got to be an oversight. If it's not, and someone is deliberately doing this, we'll find out, and they'll pay. Plain and simple. Now, let's go train. You've still got your match with Moose at the PPV.
Psykle: Fine. At least I know I'll get a good match with him under the Onslaught rules. He's probably still a little pissed about the Psycho Driver last night. He did look a little worse for wear after he hit the steel...
IQ: ...but you did what any self respecting wrestler would and should do, you took the advantage and used it to win the match. He would respect you less if you hadn't. I'm sure he'll be fine by the PPV for the match under Onslaught Rules. Let's go train.
They leave as we fade to black
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:38:39 GMT -5
El Lobo Sangriento is at the food table eating some crackers and cheese when the lovely Jewel approaches him.
Jewel: Hey Lobo, how's it goin'?
ELS: Fine. Want a cracker?
Jewel: Hm, you have no idea.
Jewel starts to run her hands along El Lobo's chest.
Jewel: There's something about a big strong man in a mask I find sexy. Do you own a ski mask?
ELS: A wha...
Before he can finish, El Lobo is chop blocked from behind by the one, the only, J-P Sparxx.
Jewel: Git 'im baby!
J-PS: 'Sup El Loko?
J-P grabs the foot of El Lobo and kicks the back of the chopped knee.
J-PS: Does that hurt?
He kicks it again as Lobo yells in pain.
J-PS: Nothin' personal El Loko, but the Spark has had a tiffany.
Jewel: Epiphany baby.
J-PS: Yeah, that.
J-P drops an elbow on Lobo's knee.
J-PS: (macho man style) Oh! Yeah! It seems dat if ya wants sumthn' 'round here, ya just gotta take it, knowwhatI'msayin'? (drops another elbow as Lobo screams). I done beat da champ. I don' beat 'is challenger. So here I am, facin' yo bitch ass for a belt I already won an' made famous. (drops another elbow) Now, I know the Onstar belt is all 'bout honor, respect, all dat shit. Followin' da rules in da match, blah, blah, blah. Das fine. The Spark can do dat. But dey don;t say nuthin' 'bout beatin' yo punk ass befo da match now do dey?
J-P turns the leg and drops into the Low Gator (STF).
J-PS: Yeah, scream for the Spark! I'm gon' take yo belt bitch! Den maybe all da people 'round here will take the Spark seriously.
Lobo starts to tap.
J-PS: Yeah! Tap bitch! I ain't stoppin'! There ain't no stoppin' the Spark!
Security finally rushes in to break it up. They pull J-P off of El Lobo.
J-PS: The Spark's gon' git'cha! Hell, he already gotcha! KnowwhatI'msayin'?
Security carries J-P off as EMT's come in to look at El Lobo's knee. A few moments pass, the scene has calmed down, and El Lobo is about to be put in the rescue squad when one of the EMT's is struck from behind, leading to the others running off. El Lobo sits up to see what it was and is met with a punch to the face by J-P Sparxx. El Lobo gets in a few good shots from the gurney, but J-P gets the best of him. After a few more punches, El Lobo is out on the gurney. J-P grabs the Onslaught Championship Belt and looks at it. He runs his hand along it until he gets to El Lobo's name plate. J-P's smile changes and he takes the chewing gum from his mouth and smears it all over El Lobo's name plate. He then tosses the belt, gum and all, back onto El Lobo.
J-PS: The New Mr. Pay-Per-View will see yo ass on Sunday, ya feel me? Deuces. Former Champ. Sorry bro, nuthin' personal. Just bizness. KnowwhatI'msayin'?
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:42:43 GMT -5
*Random Japanese Building*
Firewoman is walking down the streets of Japan and looks at the piece of paper in her hand and then at the building she is walking past. After confirming it is the right location, Fire enters the building and uses the elevator to travel to the top floor. Fire looks a bit apprehensive as the bell dings and the door opens into a beautiful penthouse apartment overlooking the Tokyo nightlife.
Fire: Uh, hello?
From the kitchen,
Alexander: Hey Lee, take a seat at the table. I'm almost done in here.
Fire: What's going on? What are you doing?
Alexander: Don't worry about that. Just take a seat and pour yourself some wine.
Fire: Fine. *Fire picks up the bottle* This is some good stuff. *Pours herself and Alex a glass* So, where am I?
Alexander walks out of the kitchen carrying a tray of food. He places the plates around the table and pulls out Fire's chair. Fire looks a little shocked but goes along with it as Alex takes a seat as well. The two eat and enjoy the meal as they basically just chit-chat. As they're finishing off the 2nd bottle of wine and the main course, Alex grabs Fire's hand and they turn towards the living room. Alex grabs the remote control to the television.
Alexander: I want you to watch this and then listen to what I have to say.
Alex turns the television on and the recorder is set-up to replay Psykle and IQ's promo. As it plays Alex has to grab hold of Fire's hand even tighter to keep her in her chair. As it ends, Fire turns and starts to stare daggers at her husband...
Fire: Why would you...
Alexander: I asked you to listen, so please listen now. I know what you're feeling. I've been there and sometimes I've even succumbed to that want. Attacking people that clearly deserve it when they step over the line and feeling as if you let them get away with it, it makes you look weak. But here's the thing about that Fire...it doesn't make you weak to step back. That's what strength is. The ability to know that what you want to do is wrong and then stopping yourself from doing it when every fiber of your being tells you to forget about that nagging doubt. And no one is perfect Fire...we all make mistakes.
Alex reaches across the table and moves the hair off of Fire's forehead.
We all slip and let the rage overcome us. We can only think about revenge or making people suffer like we have suffered. But the thing I've learned and the thing that's changed me into the person I am today is that you learn when to fight those battles. I'm going to mention a name that I rarely bring up between us because you have to see the issues yourself, but this time I have to do it. Your brother has always had an issue with me and it's because he thinks I'm better than he is. That my family name, that the luxuries I grew up with make me better. And he's right on 1 thing there...I am better than him.
He won't like to admit this, but there was a time when I wasn't better than him. We were the same...your brother and I. We craved the violence. We wanted to make people hate us because it fueled our hate back at them. The other thing similar about us is that we both care about our family. The differences arise in that I've grown up. I realized I couldn't survive living the life I was...and I realized I couldn't be there for my family if I continued down that path. Moose claims I want to change you Fire...and maybe he's right, I don't know. It depends on what kind of person you really are. I think you're better than your brother. I think you can grow beyond the violence and the hate and revenge.
I'm not saying you have to sit there and allow others to walk all over you. I've never allowed that, no matter how much I've changed who I am, I am still strong enough to stand up for myself and fight the battles that need to be fought. And the biggest difference between your brother and me...no matter which path you choose, you'll always be family to me. I won't push you away because of the choices you make. I hope you make the right choices, but if you make the wrong ones, I'm not going anywhere.
So, watch this one more time while I finish dessert. If you're here when I get back with it, well...good. If you're not here and you feel the need to finish things with Psykle...just be careful.
Alex kisses Fire's hand as he lets go and heads into the kitchen as we...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:43:10 GMT -5
FADE in on locker room of The Crusher Stan Fulton, who’s sitting working out the pains in his knees. Nearby is Fulton’s attaché, Martha Rodriguez.
SF: “Well, Chris, you managed to get yourself another shot at my Intercontinental title. Gotta say, you’ve gotten the better of me the last few times. Even in a match where you weren’t involved, you involved yourself.”
Fulton is getting noticeably angrier as he speaks.
MR: “Take it easy, Stan.”
SF: “No, Martha. I will not take it easy. I may be the laughing stock of this company. The man looking for a gimmick. The big, fat fool. But I still am this company’s only current duel champion. Even Alexander F’n Darling cannot say that.”
“Now Evans, you’ve taken my axe handle to me a few times now. That’s my personal property and frankly, it makes me look bad to have you avoid defeat by using my stuff.”
MR: “Don’t be whiny.”
SF: “Shush.
“Sunday night, you’re not avoiding defeat any longer. If I have to walk into that ring and whack you over the head like Capone did to his dinner guest, I’m going to do that. I’m keeping this Championship. Championships equal paychecks. And I like my big paychecks. They make my 401(k) look awfully sweet.”
MR: “So that’s where your money goes. It certainly hasn’t been used on clothes, cars, fancy Japanese apartments or brassy fake-gold bling.”
SF: “Didn’t I tell you to hush?”
MR: “You did.”
SF: “Uh huh.”
MR: “Go back to your promo.”
SF: “Evans, I don’t begrudge you wanting to take my title away. It had to sting a bit when you got all syrupy saying how good I was and that I should join you and Fuck That Guy in your New Guard. Seriously? The only thing you and FudgePacker Fan could guard is a bathroom stall. And that not well.
“But I not-so-graciously declined your offer and you still can’t get anyone to follow you. So you think to yourself that a title will get others to fall in line behind you.
“Tag titles? You and Folz would never be able to work together long enough before he got distracted by some guy’s ass. I’ll assume he’s checking out their wallets and not assume he’s gay.
“So the tag titles isn’t an option. What else? DDT Ironman Heavy Metal? No prestige there. It’s been held by cartoon characters and inanimate objects.
“World Heavyweight Championship? Nope. You’re no where near the top of the company to have a shot.
“Onslaught? Chance there, but you don’t like playing by the rules. Which I can respect by the way. You’d be out quick in a match there.
“That leaves my Intercontinental Championship. A couple shortcuts and a distraction by the referee and instant gravitas. There’s just one small problem with than scenario.”
Fulton gets right into the camera.
“I’m not giving this up. Especially to you. So find another way to get over. It’s not going to be due to me. Find Davin. He so loves giving others the rub. Sunday night I’m going to beat you down to within an inch of your life and walk out still the OOWF Intercontinental Champion.
“You can enjoy the pain.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:43:47 GMT -5
Alexander comes back from getting dessert, to find the room empty. He sighs, and sits down, looking to OOWF TV, afraid to see what happens next.
Cut to Genius IQ and Psykle coming out of their snooty office. They get into a limo, and IQ demands to be taken to the arena in that haughty voice he has. The car starts to pull away and then just as it goes to get on the freeway, it heads south instead of north.
GIQ: *pounding on the window* Hey, dumbass! The arena is the OTHER DIRECTION!
Voice w/Japanese Accent: *over the speaker*: So sorry, sir. Construction.
GIQ: Whatever.
P: I bet Fire did it on purpose.
GIQ: Did what? Started a construction project?
P: Sure. She's crazy, has it in for me, but also keeps ducking me. She's cleverly hiding behind demanding a match with me from Selena to do it, too. She's clearly obsessed with me. You can tell by how she's all busy with her actual feud.
Cut to the exterior of the limo as it pulls off an exit to a very deserted part of town. It rolls to a stop. It sits there for a bit, and then finally IQ and Psykle get out and head to the driver's door.
GIQ: Alright, NOW what...
Firewoman gets out of the driver's seat, taking off her chauffeur's hat.
FW: Howdy boys.
GIQ: YOU!
FW: Yes, me.
P: I told you she had something to do with it.
FW: That's right. It's me. It's all me. I have actually no control over the card at all, but still some how managed to have your championship spot fucked up. I am THAT good.
GIQ: Wouldn't surprise me a bit. I don't know why Selena keeps you on the job.
FW: She keeps me on because I am DAMN good at what I do, in the ring and out of the ring. Unless you're questioning her judgment, which I can guarantee will NOT sparkle with her.
P: Really?
FW: Yeah really. Now, you keep claiming I'm ducking you, even though I have a door with my name on it, I've demanded a match with you, you go out of your way to avoid being in my vicinity with transportation...so here ya go. I'm right here. Not ducking. Go for it.
P: Huh?
FW: You heard me.....take your best shot.
P: This is a trick, right?
FW: Nope...make it a good one though.
GIQ: Don't do it....she's trying to goad you into something so she can retaliate and it doesn't violate her contract.
FW: No, please, I beg you...do it. Do it, and it'll MAYBE make me understand why I should really give a rat's ass about you. Why, when I've been in this company almost five years, held nearly all the belts, some multiple times, INCLUDING the world championship, paid my dues, jobbed to people with less talent than me, popped buy rates like you wouldn't believe, and been involved in angles that changed the face of this company....why I should give a flying FUCK about some MMA reject whose been here all of ten minutes with an inferiority complex and a "manager" with a Svengali complex.
P: .....
FW: Do you need me to dumb that down for you?
GIQ: You are a piece of work. You totally cheated in the last match with him.
FW: Yeah, I did. *ignoring GenIQ* You wanna step up to the top of the ladder Psykle? Yeah, I guess I should be flattered, but I'll be more interested in you when you've actually done something in this company besides flap your gums and hide behind the "genius" there.
GIQ: You can't possibly be giving him the 'Know your role, rookie' speech.
FW: Wow, maybe you are a genius after all. So whatcha say, Psykle? Ready to step up to number one? It's your big debut!
Psykle starts to make a move, but GenIQ stops him. Fire starts laughing.
FW: Yeah I thought so.
A motorcycle comes screaming up and stops near the group.
GIQ: Figures you brought reinforcements. No fair fight for you.
FW: Actually, no. This is your actual limo driver to take you back to the arena or wherever you want to go, if we're not going to dance, rook.
Psykle visibly and audibly snarls, and IQ continues, smartly, to hold him back. Firewoman merely laughs and gets on the bike.
FW: As I thought. So let's drop the "ducking" talk. I'll see you in the ring...when you've earned it. Now, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have some dessert to get to.
Firewoman gets on her motorcycle and speeds away. Genius IQ and Psykle glare after her before getting into the limo and heading back toward the arena.
Scene cut again to the penthouse. Fire walks in, still wearing the chauffeur's hat and jacket.
FW: Okay, so ....what's for dessert?
AD: You left.
FW: I came back?
AD: Yes, I see that.
FW: C'mon...you know I'd have just sat here obsessing about it all night. What fun would that have been?
AD: He's not worth the energy.
Firewoman gives him a pouty look. Alex rolls his eyes, but smiles anyway.
AD: Nice outfit.
FW: Thanks....so... dessert?
AD: Don't mind if I do.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:44:15 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the locker room, drinking what appears to be the latest of several beers when Stank walks into the room>
MHJ: Hey LD what's going on
<Stank spins and looks behind him, then looks back at Moose>
Sta: What?
MHJ: I said hey Stank, whats going on
Sta: No........you called me LD
MHJ: So? Same damn difference
Sta: LD is a 230lb white Canadian, I am a 330lb black man. Not even close
MHJ: What is your point?
Sta: You sure you are ok?
MHJ: I AM FINE!
Sta: Look, why don't you just get checked out, I mean you DID take a couple pretty hard shots to the head
MHJ: I am fine
Sta: Psykle beat you
MHJ: Psykle got lucky
Sta: You have a concussion
MHJ: Your face has a concussion
Sta:............what the fuck does that even mean?
MHJ: I am fine, now, let's go find Mai
<Moose gets to his feet and staggers out of the room, Stank shakes his head and follows him>
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 26, 2011 1:44:34 GMT -5
~~~ Inside the OOWF Training Facility........ And we see Texpress in the ring working with a couple of locals. Chad loads one of the locals on his shoulders, as Zane sits on the turnbuckle. Chad walks over and Zane grabs the local to hit a Top Rope Gordbuster. Chad pulls the guy to his feet and hands him off to the head trainer to revive. Zane hits the floor and grabs a towel and his Aquafina ~~~
Chad: That worked well. We might be able to use that Sunday, Live From Tokyo (Cheap pop)
Zane: Still needs some smoothing out. If we can get it crisp by then yeah. Always good to have some new combinations up your sleeve, especially against Kai & Aina.
Chad: Of course, that assumes the match writer actually pays attention.
Zane: And doesn't have us use a move we took off our profile months ago
~~~ Kayfabe walks by and glares at them momentarily. Chad and Zane whistle innocently until she is out of sight. They head to the exit, where they run into (figuratively, not literally) Victor Dinero & Danny Taylor Handshakes all around ~~~
Zane: Danny, Victor. Great match Wednesday. Look forward to doing it again soon.
~~~ Danny nods and points at Chad & Zane's empty waists, then makes the 'belt' gesture ~~~
Chad: We don't wear them 24/7 man. No cameras around, no need to have them on.
Victor: Ahem (points to the Ninjacam)
Zane: Sh.... Crap
~~~ Danny smiles & wags a finger at Zane ~~~
Chad: Fine. what you here is the heart of the Tag Team Division. Drink & Destroy, maintaining the legacy of the name, and The Texpress, the most decorated team in the history of the company. Flyin' Hawaii'ans, perhaps one day you'll be right up there beside us.
Victor: At Judgement Eve, Drink & Destroy wins Tag Team Mayhem. Jack & Danny are hungry and on a roll. Regicide, Honcho & JW get ready for a fight.
Zane: Sunday in Tokyo (Cheap pop) we'll be going out there and putting the OOWF World Tag Team Championships on the line. You've impressed since your recent turn. but one questions still remains Can You Measure Up?
~~~ Danny mouths "Boom" and we fade...~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 29, 2011 19:52:00 GMT -5
*Stank is watching Moose walk down the hallway calling out Mai Muyo's name and cackling every few seconds. Stank simply shakes his head as he follows. Soon they wander by the open door of Commissioner Firewoman's office. As Stank arrives he spies Firewoman sitting at her desk. Stank stops, looks at Firewoman, and points at Moose who continues past without acknowledging his sister.*
Stank - You see this?
FW -
Stank - All night with this... It's like he's...
FW - I can't deal with him right now.
*Stank tilts his head an looks at Firewoman as she looks down at her desk pretending to be doing Commissionery stuff. Stank shakes his head and resumes following Moose who resumes his sing songy call for Mai Muyo.*
MHJ - Oh MAAAAIIIII! Come out and play little girl. Heh heh heh heh.
*Moose cocks his head as if he hears something. He nods with vigorous agreement as his wicked grin grows wider.*
Stank - Moose.
MHJ - Just a minute Stan.
Stank - Stank.
MHJ - That's what I said, LD.
Stank - That's it.
*Stank grabs Moose by his shoulder and spins him around to face him. The look in Moose's eyes are not his. Stank doesn't recognize this person. Stank swallows hard then with resolve he addresses the stranger.*
Stank - Release him. Damn it Moose! LET HIM GO!
*Stank smacks the taste out of Moose who looks up at Stank with shock!*
MHJ - Why did you DO THAT!?!?
Stank - In hindsight I probably shouldn't have, but I had to do something to get you back.
MHJ - What are you talking about Stank?
Stank - You've been walking around ALL NIGHT screaming for Mai's blood! She's not here! You have a concussion and you refuse medical attention! And worst of all.... you're talking to...
*Stank looks around with suspiscion then turns back to Moose.*
Stank - Him... again.
MHJ - I know.
Stank - Moose.
MHJ - Stank you ever smack me again like that I will gut you.
Stank - Threaten me all you want Moose, but if I have to, I'll do it again. You need to be smart. You want to dice Mai Muyo into a thousand little pieces then you're playing right into her game and you may not want to hear this... but you're playing into HIS game too.
MHJ - Excuse me?
Stank - That's right. I said it. HIS game. Make no mistake about it Moose. HE is playing you every bit as much as Mai. You think it was HIS idea for you to take on the Onslaught Division? Oh I'm sure he told you it was... but your endgame and his... are two completely different things. He will be just as happy having you toil in frustration, never winning the Onslaught Title, distracting you with bloodlust, all while taking what little sanity you have left, and never giving you the satisfaction of lording over the others in that division proof that you are more than just a vicious brawler in this fed. HE doesn't care. All he cares about is your appetite for blood and your willingness to obey, regardless the cost to you. He only cares about his own satisfaction and is damn good at making you think his satisfaction is your own.
MHJ -
Stank -
MHJ - You make him sound like the Devil.
Stank - You and I both know you don't believe in the Devil.
*Moose smirks.*
Stank - You need to go to medical.
*Moose rubs the side of his face where Stank slapped him.*
MHJ - If I didn't need to go before. I probably do now.
Stank - C'mon there will be plenty of time for you to deal with Mai, later.
*Moose looks up at Stank, rolls his eyes, and turns. He and Stank walk toward Medical as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 15:56:25 GMT -5
**OOWF Formal Interview Area**
Spencer Darling is sitting on one side of a table. A table that currently has the OOWF World Heavyweight Title Belt laying nicely across is. Off to the side, current OOWF World Champion Alexander Darling is getting some last minute primping from the OOWF hair and make-up division. Finally, Alex has enough and steps away from them and looks in the mirror. Alex is wearing a very nice casual outfit. Stylish shirt, faded blue jeans…very old-school Alex where the outfit looks cheap but it clearly cost a lot. Spencer waves him over and Alex takes a seat across from his younger sister.
Spencer: Hello OOWF, Spencer Darling here and I sit with the OOWF World Champion and my brother Alexander Darling just days away from what might be his biggest title defense in this current reign as he faces the self-claimed Uncrowned World Champion Stank. Alex, let’s start with why this match between you and Stank has taken on such a personal stake with you?
Alexander: It’s tough to explain Spencer, but really it comes down to the simple fact that Stank is a legend. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was having issues with a stable known as the Brass Knuckle Kings and I made a statement that my goal was to make it through the OOWF roster…name by name and truly cement my legacy in the wrestling business. When I made that claim there were a few names at the end of that list that I knew I’d have to prove myself against. Stank was one of those names.
Spencer: But this isn’t down the line…this is right now and one of Stank’s claims is that you manipulated the events that led to his losing the OOWF Title to you.
Alexander: Stank can make whatever claims he wants, but he was the one sitting in his cushy Corporate Champion role while Eco began his reign of terror. Now Stank will claim that he tried to put a stop to it and he may have tried, but the fact is his tries failed. Eco lost his mind and in doing so, lost control of the OOWF. It’s not my fault that I was someone Eco wanted to get rid of more than anyone. So, Eco books a match where the world title is on the line…of course I’m not going to say no to that opportunity. No one in their right mind would ever say no to that.
Spencer: Be that as it may, you still have never pinned Stank in a singles match with the OOWF Title on the line. He does have a rightful claim that you have never beaten the true champion.
Alexander: He’s right, I haven’t…but it doesn’t change the fact that he hasn’t beaten me with those same stipulations either. He’s had my number since I won the title...I can’t deny that, but when push comes to shove, Stank is in the same position as I am. He doesn’t KNOW if he can beat me with everything on the line. This Sunday, we get to find out who wants it more.
Spencer: That takes care of the actual match issues, but the issues with yourself and Stank seem to go deeper than that. A few weeks ago both you and Lexie approaches Stank and asked for some answers to questions you had. The response from Stank, if I do say so myself, was as passionate as we’ve ever seen Stank. We have some highlights from that promo and we’d like your comments on them.
Alexander; Stank claims I’ve never owned up to my past and he couldn’t be more wrong. I know who and what I was in the past and I’ve never made excuses for it. But the issue here is that people change…I’ve changed. I’m never going to forget my past so I don’t see the need to make excuses or ask for forgiveness for acts I’ve done. Look, the bottom line is this…if I had to live my life over again I’m not sure if there’s anything I’d change. Looking back at the events of the summer of the Bennett war and what led to that year’s Hell on Earth…I don’t regret my actions because without those actions I wouldn’t be the man I am today. So Stank wants me to apologize for actions I don’t regret and that’s never going to happen. What I have been and will continue to be sorry about is this chasm that formed because of those decisions I made. But, no…I’m not ever going to ask for forgiveness for events that I feel needed to be done AT THE TIME in order for me to grow both as a wrestler and as a human being.
Spencer: Okay, moving on is an issue I’m not sure you or Lexie have ever truthfully addressed and it seems to be one of the sticking points in your relationship with Stank and here’s what he had to say…
Alexander: I ain’t never claimed to be anything more or less than what I am. I have claimed to be a changed man and the only way to prove that is by actions. So, 4 years ago I had a choice to make and I chose Rick over Bennett. I’m still not sure that was the right decision, but it’s the decision I live with but here we have Stank acting like I chose his side and that was never the case. We were allies during a heated time and I appreciated his being on my side but I was only looking out for one thing during that war and it was DEA. Stank just so happened to be able to help out DEA during that time period but because he misjudged me four fucking years ago, I’ve become personal enemy #1. Ya know what, I never lied to Stank or anyone. I may have been a douchebag. I may be as arrogant as anyone in the world. I may be as bloodthirsty and violent as anyone in this business but the one universal fact about Alexander Darling from his time in Ring of Honor to Japan to the OOWF is I have not ever lied about who and what I am. If Stank thought he could change me, that’s on him. Not me. The saying in wrestling when people turn on allies is that they stabbed them in the back and the truth is I never stabbed Stank in the back…I took the knife that Davin and Lexie gave me and I stabbed Stank right in the eye. I never tried to hide that fact from him, but he can’t accept that he was wrong about me back then so he assumes I’m still the same person 4 years later.
Spencer: The next topic Stank brought up was your previous World Championship run. Let’s hear what he said about that…
Alexander: And here’s some of the best revisionist history of Mr. Lucas Mann. My first order of business when I finally defeated Poe and became the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion was not to exclude anyone from a chance to become a champ…it was to get my ass kicked every fucking week for months on end by your and your friends in the Five. I wrestled Poe. I wrestled Moose. I wrestled LD. And I wrestled you Stank. For weeks and months on end, but the truth of the matter was none of you were interested in the belt…you all just tried to end my fucking career. Week in and week out, if Mayhem or a PPV didn’t end with Alexander Darling in a bloody fucking pool it was a shocking night. So, no Stank…my first order of business wasn’t to exclude anyone from the chance to become World Champion…but once it became clear that not a single fucking one of you wanted the belt, yes I moved on to trying to prove my worth against people who actually wanted to be champions. The Five…save one, proved they wanted nothing to do with the belt I wore.
On the second note there, what I did to Moose and Fire…I own those events every fucking day of my life. I look at my wife and I see what I did. Whether I can rationalize it away, that doesn’t matter anymore because I did it. Pushed to do it or not doesn’t matter because what’s done is done and I’ve made my peace with Fire regarding that. And while she might not like to hear this, if I could carve her brother up again, I’d do it in a fucking heartbeat but maybe I’d dig that piece of glass a little bit deeper. He’s a scourge on her, on you, on this entire business and if we could move forward without him…well, I’m not going to lose any fucking sleep over it.
And here we go with the hypocritical bullshit of Stank. I created an opportunity to get the belt back for a third time. I must be some sort of Svengali genius to manipulate the course of events that were needed to turn Junichiro Muyo into a messianic sociopath with delusions of grandeur. Yea…that’s right Stank, going back years and years I manipulated Eco into tagging with Tytan and feeling as if he needed to save the OOWF from you and your friends. And then when that failed, I manipulated him to go so far beyond the walls of reality that Tytan felt the only way to save him was to attempt to kill him. And then that wasn’t enough, but I had to manipulate my wife…my fucking wife into conducting a suicide mission against Tytan because of Eco’s voice in her head. And then I had to sit there and watch while I thought I lost her forever and came back as a drugged out zombie being manipulated by Eco. This is what I manipulated in order for Eco to lose everything and then realize he still controlled the OOWF and could use it as his personal playpen. I must be the crown Prince of manipulation to get all of that to take place, just so I could still have to wrestle a fucking match that you were involved in and win the OOWF Title. Yes, I am that fucking good…my god Stank…just re-watch this and think about how idiotic that sounds. I got lucky that Eco hated me enough to put me in the match. Nothing more, nothing less…but what happened inside the ring had nothing to do with luck. I won. You didn’t. Move the fuck on and accept it.
Winter did come Stank but it had nothing to do with Eco. It never did and I never claimed it did. Winter was about the change in the air of the OOWF. The change that still exists today. The rise of the current White Knight. The rise of the NotFive. The goals of a new guard. The always lurking greatest of all time. These things exist Stank and just because I saw them ahead of time and wanted to make sure others knew they were out there and forming had nothing to do with Juni going mad. Juni went mad because he’s a fucking sociopath with delusions of being a savior. Winter is here Stank whether or not you want to accept it.
Spencer: The last part of the conversation between Stank and yourself we have cued up involves something you have both talked about recently. Doubt and how it affects what happens between you. Here it is now…
Alexander: Doubt…doubt has been on the forefront of my mind for a while now. And this is where Stank is right, there is an emptiness within me. A part that won’t be whole until I achieve my goals but if Stank wants to bullshit himself and say he doesn’t have that same emptiness, maybe it’s time for him to be put out to pasture. We should all want more. We should all strive to be better; to achieve new goals in new ways each and every day. My goal right now is to prove once and for all that I am deserving of this OOWF World Heavyweight Title and in order for me to do that I need to beat Stank.
It’s been said before by a lot of wrestlers, that this isn’t personal…it’s just business. And when Stank and I enter the Tokyo Dome on Sunday, that’s what it’s going to be business. Our personal issues will be set aside, because the business is what will matter. The OOWF World Title is what will matter on Sunday night. After the bell rings and Stank realizes that he’s in the ring with the best fucking wrestler in the world, he’ll realize he was wrong. He was wrong to doubt I’d be good enough to beat him. He was wrong to doubt that I am the best and I deserve everything that’s happened to me.
He can guard the gate because I have the fucking key. And the only thing that he will find lacking on Sunday night is his waist. Because it still won’t have the OOWF World Heavyweight Title around it. It will still be around my waist because the rest of it won’t matter. At the end of Judgment Eve, there’s only one thing Stank will need to remember…I am Alexander Darling. I am the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. And well, he’s neither.
**Fade**
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 15:56:59 GMT -5
*Fade in to see Chris Evans, who has just finished watching Fulton’s latest promo*
Evans: That’s right Fulton, the past few weeks, I’ve decided to make you my top priority.
Also, what the hell is it with you and your obsession with my stablemate’s sexuality? Really, it’s getting old. And besides, you know what they say: those who call someone out on their sexuality have got some insecurities of their own.
And I don’t mean your own sexuality, because I’ve got better plans that thinking about something like that. Namely your Intercontinental title.
I saw you earlier talking about how I wouldn’t be able to win any of the other titles. Well let’s look at that, shall we?
Tag titles? Folz and I have more than enough talent to be able to take those without much of a problem? Onslaught? You seem to have forgotten that aside from my actions and my win-at-all-costs approach, I am still one of the most technically sound wrestlers on the whole roster. And as far as the World title is concerned, this week I was in there with Stank, Davin Moreland and Eric O’ Mac, 3 of the most decorated wrestlers in OOWF history, and 3 guys who can’t stand me. And yet, I was able to hold my own against those 3 for an hour and 45 minutes. And if I was able to go into the ring with three guys that wanna tear me apart and do it without any sort of fear, then what the hell could you possibly to intimidate me? So my time is coming, but I’ll take that opportunity when I’m good and ready.
And you may ask yourself, if I am capable of doing all of those things, then why would I come after you? Simply put, you just don’t seem to get it. Now I’ve given you ample opportunity to join my cause, and what do I get for my warm-hearted gesture? You insult me and the stand that I’m trying to take for the good of the younger wrestlers, which includes yourself. Well if you don’t wanna join me, I really don’t give a shit. I’m doing this to help the New Guard, but if you wanna be a lone-wolf, go right ahead. But look where that kind of attitude got Lobo. He got beaten down by JP Sparxx, a man who seems to know where his priorities are, and who appears to be on his way to joining my fight.
I really didn’t want it to come to this, but if you’re so intent on going against me, then I’ve got no choice than to make an example out of you and take your Intercontinental title as my own.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 15:57:26 GMT -5
*Stank is in medical with Moose. The doctor is just finishing up his examination when Alexander Darling's promo on a nearby monitor catches Stank's attention. SFJ#5 walks up and sticks a microphone in Stank's face.*
SFJ#5 - Do you have a response?
*Stank stares at the monitor for a few seconds more, then turns to the camera.*
Stank - Alex your words prove to me what I already knew.
You have selective hearing.
I never blamed you for ALL of Juni's numerous and well documented sins. I've never asked you for an apology because just as you said... and I admitted... you don't feel one is warranted and I misjudged you for that... that's on me. That is my fault, and just as I tried to explain to you, that is a significant reason why it hurt. By the way, I didn't notice getting beat down by any of our other allies in the ring when RunDEA turned on my Drink & Destroy and left us lying, so you will forgive me for taking personally the only member of that group who STILL to this DAY expects me to accept and LIKE that shit. Ooops did I just ask for forgiveness? My bad. That was sarcasm. The forgiveness part. You don't have to forgive me. I don't care really. Go ahead and distract yourself with addendums to my statement that I never introduced as evidence. All your manufactured claims of hypocrisy do not hide your culpability. You act like I came to YOU for answers. You act as if I went to your locker room and wouldn't leave until I got the truth from YOU.
You don't like the answer I gave you... fine. Continue to lie to yourself about four years ago, just as you continue to lie to yourself about what happened this fucking year with Juni.
I simply don't care.
What I do care about is that title around your waist... a title that you, like it or not, manipulated your way into getting from me. No the plan wasn't as grand or as intricate as you laid out, but it was deliberate and quite effective. Don't you fucking dare expect me to believe otherwise. You never beat me for that title, and you damn sure haven't beaten me to keep it.
Alex, I may not hold the passionate loathing that Moose here holds for you, but I don't like you. You asked me and I gave you a reason why, but lets not stray too far from why what I'm going to do to you on Judgement Eve will happen. The why is simple and it has little to do with my not liking you... That belt you hold belongs to me. It is mine. I never lost it and I'm taking it back because now there is nowhere left to hide. No more distractions. No more multi-person or non-title stips to save you.
It's you... and me... and it's for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Your legacy... My throne.
And in the end, when I've left you broken and beaten... you will FINALLY, truly, know what it REALLY means to be Alexander Darling... and for me NOT to be you.
Don't believe me?
Then you haven't been paying... attention.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 15:57:54 GMT -5
FADE in on The Crusher Stan Fulton. Where he is or what he's doing is pretty irrelevant.
"Evans, bluster and bitch all you want. The fact remains you praised me and asked me to join your stable. I said no, and you've gotten all pissy about it. Backhanded comments about my sexuality and whatnot doesn't really matter.
"The fact remains that until I threw your invitation back in your face, you thought we should be allies. And this grab at my title is all about payback for your perceived slights to your all-mighty New Guard stable of you and ... well, nobody.
"Because the facts remain these. In the last year I have steadily worked my way up to the top of this roster. I am a duel champion and one of the fastest rising stars this company has.
"You on the other hand, in the past year, have steadily worked your way down the roster from championship contender to curtain jerker. How you managed to get this title shot with pretty much no success over the past year is beyond me, but that's not my call.
"I'm not ducking you, Evans or demanding special stipulations because, frankly, I just don't believe you're in my league anymore. Don't for a minute though take that as I'm looking beyond our match this weekend.
"You're still on the OOWF roster and that means you have the ability to win any match at any time. But it's not going to be this one. I've been studying your wrestling abilities and watching enough film to make Merrill Hodge jealous. I am ready for you. You're not getting my title tomorrow night.
"Enjoy the pain."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 15:58:41 GMT -5
*Fade in on Chris Evans who is, once again, finishing watching Fulton’s promo*
Evans: Not in your league, Fulton? What part of “I lasted an hour and 45 minutes with the 3 most decorated wrestlers in OOWF history” did you not seem to get?
And let me remind you of this little bit of info. That Intercontinental title that you carry around right now, is the very same title that yours truly had held for even longer than you did last year. I'm not a man who really likes to live in the past though, so I'm not trying to hold that over your head. Just a little something to think about.
But look who you beat for that title: Ecosystem. A guy who I don’t think has ever even won a single feud that he has ever even been it. And when it comes to guys that are past their prime, it doesn’t get anymore fucking Old Guard than the guy who created this whole place in the first place.
Now if Mai is watching this right now, I’m not trying to insult your brother. Well, it is true that your brother doesn’t exactly have the greatest success match-wise, he’s still a great promoter, and if it weren’t for him, none of us would even be here. What I am trying to say is what I’ve been saying this whole time.
Hell, look at guys like Stank, Eric, Davin. And I know that you guys are watching this, so here’s my message to you guys.
Get it through your fucking heads, I don’t hate you guys! I respect everything, EVERYTHING, that you have done for the business. But none of you, not a single one, can deny the fact that you guys are past your primes.
All three of you are first-ballot hall-of-famers, so stop embarrassing yourselves with your feeble attempts to stay relevant, namely you, Davin. As far as I’ve seen, Stank is the only one who has yet to do this, for now.
Now a few of you are probably asking yourself: what does New Guard attempt to accomplish here? Surely you can’t be serious in trying to change things? Let me remind you of a few names. Martin Luther King Jr, Mahatma Gandhi, Malcolm X. Now am I trying to compare myself to these men? Not a chance. But look at what these men accomplished in their lives.
Martin Luther King, quite possibly the most influential names in regards to the Civil Rights movement. Gandhi, a man who put his own life in danger in order to help unite the Muslim and the Hindu people and to quell the violence and bloodshed between them.
But like I said, I am not like these men. Gandhi in particular, too preachy for my tastes. I am similar though in the way that what I want to see is for all of the younger wrestlers who I feel have been held down by the powers that be, such as JP Sparxx, Psykle, and The Flying Hawaiians, and will put myself at risk if it means getting them the respect that they deserve. Hell, Sparxx should be wrestling for World titles right now, and instead he’s viewed right now as being at the bottom of the barrel.
But unlike these men, who did what they did by non-violent tactics, my strategy is to achieve what I want, by any means necessary, which is something that Malcolm was able to attest to. It’s also something that I’ve picked up from all my time hanging around Firewoman.
The time of the Old Guard is coming to an end. And if I have to end your careers in order to do this, I will, even at the cost of my own. You can thank me later.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 15:59:11 GMT -5
**Regicide are standing in fornt of an OOWF banner for an old school promo.**
Tytan: “It seems the popular thing to do these days is complain about how the OOWF is being run. Don’t like your opponent, your match, your spot, the titles you’re not being handed…Last I checked, we get paid to wrestle, not yap. In our eyes it doesn’t matter if there are titles at stake, who our opponents are, or where we are on the card. Somebody lines ’em up, and we knock them down.
L.D. Williams: “Sunday night, Regicide is not going to send a message. Regicide is not going to try and make a point. What Regicide is going to do is what we do best - out-wrestle, out-perform, and out-fight anyone we’re in the ring with. We’ll make our opponents look good, but we will look better.”
T: “Drink and Destroy are former tag team champions, two of the best. Westgaard is a former tag champion as well”
LDW: “If he’d hung on a little longer last time he was here, we would have turned this company on it’s ear.“
T: “Honcho Williams-”
LDW: “No relation, by the way.”
T: “-seems like an arrogant twit, but like they say, it’s not arrogance if you can back it up. Guess we’ll find out.”
LDW: “One thing you can count on - when Judgement Eve Seven is over, people will be talking about Drink and Destroy. They will be talking about JW Westgaard and Honcho Williams. And they will be talking about Regicide. We will steal the show - like we always do.”
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 15:59:40 GMT -5
Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback Jack stand before two Televisions showing OOWF TV. In front of Danny, Evans promo plays, and before Jack L.D's promo is showing. Neither man smiles, or makes any kind of movement at all. Dashing Victor Deniro walks in between the two of them and pauses the shows. He glances back and forth between the two men, and a smile crosses his face. He turns to face the camera.
DVD: Every time Evans talks about the New guard, he conveniently leaves one name off of his list.
DDT turns around, crosses his arms over his chest and sneers.
DVD: Truth of the matter is Evans, you aren't the "new guard". These names you keep mentioning: Sparxx, Fulton, the Hawaiians. They have more in common with my friend Danny then they do with you. You claim to want to usher in a new era, but you are following the same plans of those you claim to despise.
Danny nods in agreement.
DVD: You are trying to make yourself a leader to further your own star, and frankly, I don't think we are buying it. Danny is a new school wrestler with an old school mentality. People thought that when Stank left D&D it would fold. But guys like Spin Hansen, DH. Magnusson and Outback Jack would not let that happen. They reached out to me and Danny, and we accepted. Not because we wanted to take the spotlight from them, but because we were honored to share it with them. Now when you say Drink and Destroy, these two men behind me are the faces that come to your mind.
OBJ turns around and a wicked smile is on his face, he seems to just barely be keeping Jack of the Hinterlands at bay.
DVD: LD and Tytan, even tho we face you this week, we agree with alot of what you happen to say. A lot of people think OBJ has been itching to pick a fight with LD, but lethal lottery proved that the two of them could still reign down destruction when working together. Jack hasn't been picking a fight, he has just been reminding LD that Old Guard does not mean Old news.
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for when we face you, I want you at your best, and I know you wouldn't want it any other way.
DVD: The Brass Knuckle Kings tried to make a mockery of the tag division while teams like the Texans and Hawaiians were killing it in a best of seven series. Now....The BKK are no more, and those two teams meet in a match to decide who holds tag team gold. Meanwhile the other teams face each other in a match where nothing is on the line.
Danny and Jack look at each other and chuckle.
DVD: (chuckling himself) Nothing on the line. Couldn't be farther from the truth. Without a doubt the OOWF has the best tag team wrestling of any company in the world. It does not matter if it's a show opener or main event. Whenever the teams of the OOWF fight, it means everything. We all know that no team can be overlooked, and no match means nothing. So at Judgement eve, Tag Team Mayhem doesn't even begin to describe it.
OBJ: Regicide, we know you boys can bring it, and we look forward to it. Honcho and JW, we see a little of us in you boys and that makes us happy. This is your chance, bring your best, cause we will bring the Destruction.
Danny simply mouths the word BOOM.
DVD: Williams and Westguard, Regicide, Drink and Destroy. Tag Team Mayhem a match with nothing on the line but pride, and really that's all we need it to be.
Ashley walks into the scene carrying a tray of drinks and wearing an outfit that can only be described as "barely there". Both Jack and Victor follow her closely as she walks off camera. Once she is gone all three men hold up their drinks.
DVD: To Judgement Eve and Tag Team Mayhem. Let's show the fans, the boys and girls in the back, and every other company in the world, just what true tag team wrestling is all about.
The boys down the drinks as the camera FADES.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 16:00:06 GMT -5
<Moose and Stank are in the medical tent, while Stank is watching the Darling promo, and subsequently commenting on it, Moose is talking to the doctor>
MHJ: I am fine
Doc: You are NOT fine. This looks like a grade two concussion. I am going to have to recommend you are not medically cleared for the pay per view
MHJ: I don't fucking think so Doc
<cut back to Stank finishing his promo. As he does, Moose walks up next to him>
MHJ: Ready?
Sta: What did the Doc say?
MHJ: Said I was fine
Sta: Did he now
MHJ: Yup
Sta: When was the last time you were fine?
MHJ: .........
Sta: My point exactly. You have NEVER been "fine". What. Did. He. Say.
MHJ: I don't know, something about a grade two concussion and not clearing me medically
Sta: So, you are off the card?
MHJ: Nope
Sta: What? How?
MHJ: I got him to change his mind
Sta: <narrowing his eyes at Moose>.................how?
MHJ: I told him who He was
Sta: You what? What the fuck........
<Stank looks over his shoulder and finds the Doc trembling with fear, slumped in the corner, white faced, babbling incoherently>
Sta.......Jesus Christ Moose, you just MAY be the fucking Devil
MHJ: Stank, you KNOW I don't believe in the Devil
<Moose walks away laughing maniacally. Stank shakes his head and follows him>
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 16:00:43 GMT -5
Evans: Very good, Dinero. You noticed that I have not mentioned Taylor anytime that I have mentioned. The reason for that is because the names that have been mentioned are names that I am trying to recruit towards my cause.
Your memory must not be all that great if you don’t remember the fact that Taylor was already told about my New Guard. Well then allow me to refresh your memory for you.
*Chris puts on a nearby television and plays the promo for DVD*
E: So you see, I HAVE approached Danny Taylor about joining my group. Problem is, I heard absolutely nothing from you guys afterwards, so I figured it was a waste of my time and let you guys continue hanging with Drink & Destroy.
But now that I’ve reminded you about this, the invitation is still there. The two of you would be a solid addition to my cause. Just think about it, and I’ll see you around.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 16:01:13 GMT -5
We are back in the Destroyatorium. OBJ is pouring himself a drink and Ashley is playing with Shotglass. DDT and DVD are watching a television showing Evans latest promo. The two guys look at each other and shrug. Danny points to everyone in the room, makes a massive circle with his finger, and then shakes his head no. He then interlocks his fingers together.
DVD: Danny is right Evans. You are making the same mistake so many others have. Drink and Destroy is not a stable. We are a family, friends, and just a way of life. If tomorrow Danny and Jack found themselves facing each other for a singles title, it would change nothing about how they interact backstage. We are about more than that.
Danny nods in agreement.
DVD: That is why your new guard will not last, you see it as a "stable". Just like when you tried to join Run DEA or the Five. Or like when you joined Sanctum or GFY or the BKK. It was always just a group to try and further your agenda or increase your standing. D&D is not about that.
Danny shakes his head no.
DVD: We are not a stable, or a trios, or a tag team. We are individuals, who love what we do, and what we do is put on the best damn matches the fans have ever seen. This Sunday, we do it again with two former world champs, and an upcoming team that has nothing but promise. So continue to "recruit" your new guard, Evans. Just know that if you find yourself opposite us, you are in for an old school ass kicking. After all, we only do two things....Drink...... and Destroy, and last I checked, they don't serve booze in the ring.
Danny and Vic smile as OBJ joins them, looking more and more like Jack of the hinterlands.
Fade.
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 16:01:45 GMT -5
*Eric O'Mac is watching the latest round of promos and he is shaking his head.*
Eric: This is why you will never be a success, Chris Evans. You try way too hard.
You try way too hard to prove that you belong in the elite group of wrestlers.
You try way too hard to recruit people for your stable.
You try way too hard to make people believe your side of the story.
Sometimes, Chris, you need to let things happen. Go out there, and let the pieces fall where they may. I never intended on the Brass Knuckle Kings to be a stable. It was going to be a tag team, pure and simple. I wanted to make history in the tag team division. But an opportunity came up. I didn't solicit it - it just came about and I took advantage, and that's how you and Folz became members of the Brass Knuckle Kings.
That's the thing about guys like me and Davin - we never try to create opportunity. We are patient enough to recognize when opportunity comes around. Opportunity isn't begging everyone to join your new stable. Like I said last week - people have to care about you if you are going to lead a stable, and right now, people don't care about you. Establish your identity first, and THEN take the ball and run with it.
All of your promos sound like you're whining. Stop whining. Go out and get results first. This year, you've held a title longer than anyone - but you don't act like it. Act like a champion. And maybe when you do that, people will start to take you seriously.
As for my match this weekend, it's nothing but respect for Davin Moreland. We've been through a lot of battles, and it's nothing personal. This weekend, it's straight up business. I'm going to go out there and prove I deserve to be in the championship hunt. I'll prove why I am worthy of being the next OOWF World Champion. And since I've said it, it shall come pass, because I am the way, the truth, and the white knight. This weekend, everyone will get a chance to step into the light.
*fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Aug 31, 2011 16:02:17 GMT -5
Evans: Well Eric, I never thought that I would be doing this, but I actually agree with you. And by the way, it’s pretty refreshing to see you’re actually making note of my accomplishments. Maybe if you did that while I was in BKK, we would have had more success, but I digress.
You’re right, words mean nothing if you can’t back it up with words. And you can’t lead if you have no sense of power. This just means that I really do have to make an example out of Fulton tonight.
And Dinero, I am starting to get annoyed at the way that you take my words out of context. Of course I care about the people that I’m trying to recruit. If I didn’t, I would just them wallow in midcard hell. And you also act like I do this for my own self-regard. What exactly would I gain from trying to help these guys get into the spotlight? I mean sure, I’ll be in the spotlight, but so will they. You saw how I was with Folz back in BKK? I mean think about it, the guy cost me a fucking World Title shot, and what did I do? Sure, I hit him with brass knucks, but really. can you guys honestly say that if Outback Jack took a World Title shot from you that you would just let it go without doing nothing about it? But what did I do afterwards? That’s right, absolutely nothing. I took it on the chin and went about my business getting ready for the future. Of course Eric found that to be a sign of weakness and let me go. Yeah, sticking by your guns and standing by a friend of yours who took an advantage and ran with it. Apparently that’s weakness in this business.
Also, you seem to forget that while it may have been my idea to join those groups in order to help myself, the fact of the matter is that the groups that I was in took advantage of me and put me down at every chance they got. Do you honestly think that after the treatment that I got for all that time, that I would turn around and put the guys that I recruited through the same hell? Think again.
I even said that if you wanted to stay with Drink & Destroy that I’m not gonna force the issue on you and Taylor. And when I don’t force the issue on you, when I moved on and allowed you to think about it, what do you do? You complain about Taylor not being mentioned in my promos. Make up your fucking mind, Dinero. You wanna be mentioned or you don't?
But you know what, you guys do what you want to do. Join me or not, its your choice. I’m just gonna leave it at that. And that goes for anyone else. Watch what I do to Fulton, then make your own judgment.
*fade to black*
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