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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:17:39 GMT -5
<we cut to GM Selena’s office where Stank, Davin, Eric and Alex are assembled. Firewoman is sitting in a chair next to Selena’s desk, so all the OOWF authority is there> GM Selena: Ok, I have an idea for our next Mayhem. Since we have done every tag team combination imaginable, and nothing has been settled, we are going to do PICK YOUR POISON! On this hat on the table, there are four names, each of you will draw a name and you get to pick your opponent for that person. <Selena passes the hat around and everyone gets a name and thinks for a second> GMS: Ok, Eric, who did you draw? EOM: Stank GMS: And his opponent will be……. EOM: The man I am paying to DESTROY Fire, Attitude Adjuster GMS: Fair enough. Ok, Davin, who did you pick? DM: I drew Eric GMS: And he faces…….. DM: Chris Evans EOM: HA! (tm, him) thanks for the night off! DM: We’ll see GMS: Ok, that is done, Alex, who did you draw? AD: I drew Davin GMS: And Davin will square off against……. AD: The one person in this fed that I KNOW can beat him…….Firewoman <Fire looks a little shocked by this> GMS: Oooh! That should be a good match! Ok, Stank, that means you drew Alex, who do you choose? Sta: <smirking> Moose GMS: Ok Moose it i………wait, what? Really? Um, I am not sure that is a good idea…..I have a pay per view to sell and its hard to sell when my champion is dead AD: Gee thanks for the vote of confidence GMS: That’s not what I meant. You sure about that Stank? Wouldn’t you like to pick someone else? Sta: Moose. GMS: <signing> fine, I hope Quebec has some good hospitals. Ok, you can all go now, I have a lot to do here……. <they all get up to leave> GMS:…….except you Stank. We have business here <Selena hits the button on the phone as Stank takes his seat again> GMS: Chuckles, send them in Voice: Can I borrow five dollars first? GMS: Justin? JS: Can I? GMS: Just send them in first, Chuckles has five dollars in his pocket <As the door opens and several men in suits open, we hear Justin scream DOUGHAWK! Then we hear a clown scream in terror. There is crashing and banging, then it gets silent. After a few seconds we hear…..AWESOME! Five dollars! The suits are seated and Selena speaks> GMS: Stank, I am sure you are familiar with the board of directors. I hate to do this, but after your actions this week, you have to be punished. Moose was right though, we DO have a pay per view, and I am not suspending you for that. But after that, you will be suspended for 30 days. Sta: <scoffing> You are going to suspend your world champion? GMS: We considered that. If you win the title, you have 30 days to defend it. Should you win, you will defend the title against Alexander Darling on the first Mid-Week Mayhem after your return. Sta: Fine. A paid vacation. GMS: Not exactly. You will be suspended without pay. You are also being docked $50,000 from your pay for the attack. Sta: <seething> Anything else, your highnessGMS: As a matter of fact, there is. You are also stripped of all title shots for 90 days Sta: Won’t matter. I will be the world champion GMS: That part of the penalty takes place after you lose the title. So, if you win it, and hold it for six months, congratulations, but the day you lose it, that ban is in effect, which also eliminates your rematch clause. <Stank glares at Selena, then the suits, then Fire. He just shakes his head, gets to his feet and leaves the room without another word. The suits and Fire follow him out, Selena calls out to Fire as she leaves> GMS: Fire, will you send the last bunch in here? <Moose, Psykle, Lobo and Sparxx all walk into the room. As Psykle walks by Fire, he glares at her. Fire returns his stare, then leaves the room without incident> GMS: Ok, I am going to make this quick because I am tired of talking. Here is the deal, it seems that all of you have legit claims to a title shot, so at Hell on Earth, this is what we are doing. Moose and Psykle will face off. The winner of that match gets the title shot at Hell on Earth. Lobo, you will face Sparxx. The winner of the Moose/Psykle match faces the winner of the Lobo/Sparxx match later in the night. Now, the loser of the Moose/Psykle match gets their title shot at the first MidWeek Mayhem in October. Does that satisfy everyone? <no one answers> GMS: Ok, good, Lobo, please post this on the door OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Quebec, Canada OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u] Regicide & Stan Fulton vs. Drink & Destroy & El Lobo Sangriento Pick Your Poison Matches[/u] Alexander Darling vs. Moosehead Jack Stank vs. Attitude Adjuster Eric O’Mac vs. Chris Evans Davin Moreland vs. Firewoman Non-Title Triple Threat Match[/u] The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Texpress vs. Honcho Williams & JW Westgaard J-P Sparxx vs. Psykle Eco vs. TBA Card subject to Los Habitants revolt |
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:22:05 GMT -5
*Fade in to the ring, where El Lobo Sangriento is still SOAKING IN~! the adoration of the Wolfpack, while Chris Evans retreats up the ramp…
Wolfpack: LO-BO! LO-BO! LO-BO!
*Lobo asks one of the ringhands for a mic. The ringhand asks for $5 in return. Lobo assures Justin that he’ll pay him later, and Justin hands him the mic…
ELS: Evans, hold up a minute there.
*Evans pauses at the top of the ramp and looks back at Lobo with a big smile on his face…
ELS: I tried to tell you, man. I tried to warn you that I was taking that belt from you.
*Evans looks a tad confused, but he holds the Intercontinental Title up high and points to his chest, clearly signaling that he’s the champion…
ELS: Has it really been that long? You really don’t remember the rules in an Onslaught match? You got yourself DQed, Evans.
*Lobo lowers the mic, and Evans slowly lowers the title belt as a look of shocked horror comes over his face…
ELS: Now, I know my Wolfpack knows the score, but for the benefit of those who are unfamiliar with Onslaught rules, they state that the title can change hands on an intentional disqualification. Now, Mr. Ring Announcer, if you would be so kind…
Ring Announcer: Your winner…and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Intercontinental Champion…El Lobo Sangriento!
*Joker and the Thief blares over the speakers as Lobo raises his arms in victory and Evans looks on in disbelief.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:22:31 GMT -5
*Davin and Moonbeam are WALKING~! with their rolling luggage. They come up to the Commissioner's Office. Davin knocks twice and walks in. Fire and Opus are apparently having some deep conversation*
FW: I didn't say come in.
DM: Nice to see you too.
O: *flap flap flap*
FW: So?
DM: So what?
FW: What do you want?
DM: To say hi.
FW: Oh.
DM: ...
FW: ...
DM: Well, hi.
FW: You know we're in a match at Mayhem, right?
DM: Uh-huh.
FW: And I'm not going to take it easy on you.
DM: Ok...
FW: ...
DM: ...
FW: Aren't you supposed to tell me that you'll hit me so hard, that you'll hit me very hard?
DM: Oh, uh, sure. Yeah.
FW: ...
DM: Also, I'm going home. Just wondering if you and Alex and Lexie wanted to come.
FW: Oh...
DM: ...
FW: So...did you, uh...need an answer now?
DM: Oh. No. Just, you know, call me, whatever, I'll send the jet. But I'm going now. I haven't been home in 3 months and the next show is in Montreal. So...call. Or whatever.
FW: Ok.
DM: Ok.
*Davin leaves and we cut to he and Moonbeam rolling bags out of the arena*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:23:04 GMT -5
*Stank is on his cellphone with his sister. We catch them midconversation*
Simone - Why?
Stank - I got fined 50k so I need you to move some money around to make sure mom's house payment is covered.
Simone- What did you do?
Stank -
Simone -
Stank -
Simone - Lu?
Stank - Nothing that didn't need to be done.
Simone - How badly were they hurt?
Stank - Yeah... I need you to open a new account deposited with about a third of my MMA just in case.
Simone - You beat up a fan, didn't you?
Stank - He slapped me.
Simone - LUCAS!
Stank - He fucking slapped me, sis. Then he threw beer in my face.
Simone - Well shit Lucas. I hope you put him in the hospital.
Stank -
Simone - Oh my GOD! You DIDN'T??
Stank - You might need to sell the club.
Simone - Oh fuck. Which one?
Stank - Don't curse, sis.
Simone - HA! Which club, Lu?
Stank - Spirit of Fresno.
Simone - Noooo! I like flying out to Monterey!
Stank - That place never made any sense to me.
Simone - Doesn't Francis own half the place?
Stank - Lock sold me his half two years ago.
Simone - Oh. What's he been up to?
Stank - I don't know. I haven't spoken to him in months.
Simone - Jared told me he and Tori met up with you in Japan.
Stank - Yeah. It was good to see them both.
Simone - Was Shannon with them?
Stank - Yeah.
Simone - So he and Shannon got back together.
Stank - They're together, why?
Simone - No reason.
Stank - You never did like her.
Simone - She's alright.
Stank - For a white girl.
Simone - I WASN'T going to say THAT!
Stank -
Simone - I wasn't!
Stank - I didn't say anything.
Simone - You didn't have to. So you called just to have me move your money around?
Stank - ... Yes.
Simone - Okay I'll get right on that.
Stank - Let mom know I'll be home in the very near future.
Simone - Really? The OOWF is going to be in Atlanta?
Stank - No, but I'll be.
Simone - Of course... you were suspended.
Stank - Yup!
Simone - How long?
Stank - A month.
Simone - DAMN Lu. That and 50 G's?
Stank - Okay look, I gotta go. I'm late for my jog with Firewoman.
Simone - What are you going to do for a month at home?
Stank - Get that knee surgery I've been putting off for a while and probably spend lots of time admiring my shiny new World Title Belt.
Simone - Yeah, right.
Stank - You doubt me?
Simone - No. That remark was directed at you getting surgery. You hate hospitals.
Stank - Not enough not to get this done. I'm sick of the knee brace.
Simone - Okay I'll let you go.
Stank - Not really looking forward to this run with Fire.
Simone - Why? Oh. Wait. Is she still Commissioner?
Stank - Yup!
Simone - Is she the one that suspended you?
Stank - There was a collective. I ain't mad at her. She's just doing her job. Later sis.
Simone - Love you, bro.
Stank - You too.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:26:28 GMT -5
*Fade in to Davin Moreland's house, as a 1995 Camry pulls into the driveway. Standing outside are Samantha Darling-Moreland, Robin Moreland, Shawn Johnson and (not standing, obviously) Ms. Harper Michelle Moreland. Davin walks immediately to Samantha (holding Mickie) and gives her a big hug and kiss. Moonbeam heads right for Shawn and repeats it. Everyone hugs everyone, and they all head into the house, chattering away about something - but we can't hear it*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:26:53 GMT -5
*Outback Jack and Danny Taylor are drinking beer and Scheme Gene walks up behind them*
SG: Fans, we all heard Outback Jack tell the fans to start drinking early and to start getting "lubed up" -how outrageous was this?
*DVD walks up behind SG*
DVD: I told you, he was talking about drinking water!
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:27:33 GMT -5
Danny and Jack share a laugh as Ashley and Spencer join them for a round of drinks. DVD grabs Scheme Gene and pulls him to the side.
DVD: Gene, let me give you an extended interview.
Gene: Really?
DVD: Yeah, I need to get some stuff off my chest. This week, Danny and Jack went out there and reminded everyone just how good they can be when motivated. After coming off of two losing weeks, we evened the score. Also this week, we watched our friend El Lobo walk out with not one, but two championships. This week, we give him a shot at three. We really miss having those belts above the bar, and would like em back.
Gene: With these wins, you have split it 50/50 with Regicide will winning the trios titles put an end to your bouts?
DVD: No, Trios and Tag are two different beasts. When you add amazing talent like El Lobo and Stan Fulton to the mix, everything changes. Regicide and D&D have been butting heads for months. It may be time to settle it once and for all.
Gene: Do you have a plan to do that?
DVD: One year ago, two friends of Regicide faced D&D in the ring with our very existence on the line. It shames me to admit it, but we ended up laying in a pool of our own blood. A lot of the fans, and most of the boys and girls in the back thought that was the end of Drink and Destroy, but we knew different. We fought back, refused to bend, and refused to break.
Gene: You have had some success sense then, winning both the trios and tag titles.
DVD: True, but one thing that keeps haunting us is we always seem to come up short in the big one on one matches. We still feel we need to redeem ourselves. So Regicide, we are asking, not demanding, not begging, but asking for that chance. At Hell on Earth, we would like to challenge you to the same match that was our downfall one year ago...Last Team Standing. And to sweeten the pot for you, if D&D loses, we disband from tag competition, forever.
Hearing this, the remainder of the group ceases their partying.
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for you must be kidding mate?
DDT makes a circle near the side of his head with his finger.
DVD: No, I haven't gone crazy. You two are not the same team you were a year ago. We have faced some great highs, and some horrible lows. I am making this challenge, because I truly believe you will rise to the occasion, and if you don't would you want to continue on?
OBJ and DDT look at each other in thought, before nodding simultaneously.
OBJ: We are in. Regicide, if you accept, we will bring everything we have to HOE, and we would expect you to do no less.
DDT mouths the word Boom as the camera
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:30:17 GMT -5
*Fade into GM Selena’s office, where we find El Lobo Sangriento SMIRKING~!...well, I think he’s smirking. Stupid mask…
GMS: Congratulations on your win, Lobo.
ELS: Thank you.
GMS: Less congratulations on finding a loophole and exploiting it. Not cool.
ELS: Sorry about that. All I really wanted was to take the belt away from Evans. I didn’t mean for it to go any further than that. I guess I didn’t think about the consequences.
GMS: Well, as long as you’re sorry.
ELS: I am.
GMS: So, which belt are you keeping, and which are you giving up? You know you can’t keep both.
ELS: Right. I know. And I’m sticking to my guns. I told Evans I’d hand you the Intercontinental title, so here it is.
*Lobo passes the belt to Selena…
GMS: Thanks. Good luck in your Trios match.
ELS: Appreciated. Take care.
*Lobo exits the GM’s office and heads toward the Destroyatorium. Since Selena can’t see or hear me, I stick around to see what happens next…
GMS: Chuckles?
Chuckles: Juh?
GMS: Please take this title and give it back to Chris Evans.
Chuckles: Juh?
GMS: Yes. I really don’t feel like dealing with a vacated title.
Chuckles: Juh.
GMS: Yeah, this is just easier.
*Chuckles takes the no-longer-vacated Intercontinental title belt and heads toward Evans’ (Evans’s?) locker room as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:30:49 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is SITTING~! on his couch. Next to him is Samantha Darling-Moreland. In his arms is Mickie Moreland who appears to have grown exponentially since the last time we saw her. Apparently, there's some sort of promo about to begin.*
SDM: Hello OOWF fans...really, I have to do the interview?
DM: Yes.
SDM: But I don't WANT to do the interview.
DM: The fans miss you.
SDM: They do?
DM: Sure.
SDM: ...
DM: I mean, of course they do, honey.
MM: GA! Drubububububububuuuuuuu...
DM: See? Even Mickie wants you to-
SDM: Fine. Ok, ready?
DM: Of course.
MM: ah ah ah ah....
SDM: Ok. Hello OOWF Fans. I'm here with the 4-Time OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, the first 6-Pack Champion, and the Greatest of All-Time, Davin Moreland. Davin, how are you this evening.
MM: oo ooooooo
DM: I'm terrific. I'm at home for the first time in like 3 months, with all of my Angels, especially my lovely wife and clearly genius daughter. Just what I need to recharge for the run-up to Hell on Earth in Dayton, Ohio *cheap pop*.
SDM: We'll get to your match this week in a moment, but I've heard you wanted to comment on the chance of a tag team break-up with Drink and Destroy. Specifically, you wanted to address Outback Jack?
DM: I did. Thanks honey. Outback Jack, you and I have been around for a long, long time. So from one grizzled vet to another...
DM: Drop the awe factor, OK, Outback Jack, Jack, drop the awe factor. You're not a fan, all right? You're not someone who's in another tag team or watching from the Gorilla position. You're not Russ or Razz. You're a part of Drink and Destroy. Danny and Vic want you to be a part of it. So get with the program, because obviously you're not getting it - and you're drinking and belching because you're saying, 'It's amazing to see'?
DM: It's amazing to see because you don't understand it! You still don't understand it and it's amazing to you because you can't get it. Stop drinking and get in your tape study. Wake up! If you're just promoing now - I don't know when this promo was, six minutes ago? - get out the bar and get in the gym and then go watch some film if you still think Drink and Destroy amazing.
DM: If you're in it and you know what you're doing and you execute out there you don't think it's amazing. You know why? Because it's what you're supposed to do. All of a sudden it's second nature. 'I know i was supposed do that, yes we won this match and yes we've won championships and you know why? Because we're that good and that's what we're supposed to do and that's what I thought we were gonna do.' You are still in awe to be a member of Drink and Destroy. Join the system, buddy.
MM: GOO!
DM: Well said, sweetie.
SDM: You know, in another context, ESPN might talk about that for a week.
DM: Let's move on.
SDM: You have a match coming up with your cousin, Firewoman. She was chosen as your "Pick your Poison" opponent. Do you think there will be any issues giving 100% out there? Because you started out as a true mentor to her and-
DM: Let me stop you right there. Alex thought he was really getting one over on me by selecting Firewoman. All he did was guarantee that I would be fresh for Hell on Earth.
SDM: You seem pretty confident.
DM: Well, Firewoman beat me a couple of times when she got here, but what's our record since? Hell, I've made her tap out. I respect the hell out of Firewoman, no doubt about it - but let's face facts. This is a terrible match-up for her if she were in 100% condition and had 100% focus for our match. In her position as Commissioner, she has neither, and has time for neither. It won't be a squash, but there is no doubt in my mind that I'll come out on top. In fact, I might make her tap again. Who knows? I'm on a mission.
SDM: And what would that be?
DM: Well, what do you think? I've been very quiet in this little 4-way series, and as a result I've flown under the radar. But make no mistake. Davin Moreland is driving for Number 5. And while Eric, Stank and Alex are all going back and forth playing grab-ass with one another - I'm silently training. Studying tape. Doing my due diligence. Preparing as no one else in this business prepares. And come Hell on Earth? Well, let's just say I've got the experience of actually winning a World Heavyweight Championship at Hell on Earth. And while everyone else is distracted with each other; they will all remember just who the fuck *I* am, and what *I* bring to the table. I have beaten the shit out of all 3 men in that ring. And while they're all busy forgetting that, I'll be walking away with the big belt...for the 5th time. Overlook Davin Moreland? Child, please.
SDM: Well, thanks, Davin. Anything else you want to add for this week?
DM: Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to do a one-person impartial poll.
SDM: Sure. Go ahead.
DM: *Holds Mickie up and looks right at her* Sweetie, you know that Daddy and Auntie Lisa are wrestling at Mayhem this Wednesday, right?
MM: GA!
DM: Ok good. So Daddy wants to know. Who will win that match? Will it be Auntie Lisa?
MM: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
DM: Oh...It's ok sweetie...*tries to comfort her*...Ok. Now...Will Daddy win?
MM: GOO! goo goo goo goo! *starts smiling, or gas*
DM: Well, there you have it. Harper Michelle Moreland, completely impartial, has chosen Davin Moreland to win this Wednesday. I told you she was a genius.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:35:31 GMT -5
A very nice but clearly rented car pulls up in front of a familiar looking house in Massachusetts. Firewoman, Alexis, and Alexander Darling get out of it, and head toward the front porch.
FW: No, I know you wanted to see your niece.
AD: AND you wanted to put as much distance between Moose and I as possible.
FW: So? Win-win?
LD: You guys argued about this all the way from the airport, can we give it a rest now?
They make it to the porch where they are greeted by Mrs. Moreland who looks...somewhat nervous? She smooths her apron and speaks awkwardly.
MrsM: Lisa! Alex...and Alexis, so glad you could make it...
FW: Thanks Mrs...Aunt Robin....
MrsM: Mickie has been looking forward to seeing you all.
LD: She's like what, 6 months old? How can you tell?
MrsM: You just can, dear...Lexie, go on in, I need to ... um, talk to Lisa....
LD: Suuuuure, okay......
Alexis gives everyone a questioning look, shrugs her shoulders and goes on it. Mrs. Moreland turns back to Alex and Firewoman and smiles nervously.
FW: You want me to leave, right? It's fine. I didn't think Davin meant it when he said to come join everyone....
MrsM: No, it's not that...it's just....well, we have two more guests than we thought we would....they just got her about fifteen minutes before you. I tried to call you but it just went to voice mail.
FW: Yeah, phone is dead, I need to charge it.
AD: I should probably give you my phone number, Mrs. Moreland, just in case....
MrsM: Yes well, they just showed up, and I couldn't ... well, I couldn't bring myself to ask them to leave.
FW: So what, is it fans? That's fine...I'm sorry they bothered you but we'll give them autographs and they'll leave.
AD: I think I have some t-shirts in my bag.
MrsM: No...no dear....not fans.....not exactly....
Mrs. Moreland is interrupted by a woman who looks a little bit like her come busting out the door. It's her sister, and Fire and Moose's mother, and she gives Fire a huge hug, which Fire pushes out of really quickly.
RQ: OHHH!! There she is, my little.....wait......dear, you're not showing? Shouldn't you be showing by now?
FW: Huh?
MrsM: Rose, Fire's not ... it was a false alarm.
RQ: It was?
AD: It was...don't you watch the show?
RQ: No, not very much...I can't stand to see my children get beaten up like that....
FW: Are you fucking serious? When did THAT start?
Alex puts a hand on Fire's shoulder.
AD: Yeah, it wasn't...well, it was disappointing, but we're all mostly over it now.
FW: Mostly.
RQ: Oh, I'm sorry dear....Robin, you should have told me....Well, there's plenty of time for that sort of thing.
FW: I take it you're still clean and sober then.
RQ: Oh yes.....Robin wouldn't let me in the house if I wasn't.
Mrs. Moreland smiles nervously and mouths "I'm sorry" behind Rose's back. Alex and Fire both just nod to her that it'll be fine. Rose prattles on for a bit about how wonderful Fire looks and how she's looking forward to getting to know Alex.
AD: Soooo...maybe we can go inside to do that, instead of standing on the porch?
MrsM: Well, before you do, there's something else......
Before she can say anything, an older man walks out on the porch. He's got grey hair, but there's some red still in it....red like Fire and Moose's hair. Fire stops in her tracks, as she was starting to go in the house, and looks like she's seen a ghost. Alexander looks at his wife, as he's never seen her that way before, then it registers who that is.
MrsM: Um...Alex...I don't think you ever formally met Fire's father, Sean, when he was at OOWF.......
SQ : Ah, so yer the one who married 'er. *He sticks his hand out* Could hold a grudge ya didn't ask me permission, but given who I was then, I woulda had no right ta give it.
Alexander reaches out to shake his hand out of habit, but Fire slaps Alex's hand away.
FW: So...someone can tell me exactly--
RQ: Well, your da and I are both all clean and sober now, and realized that...well....we should still be together, so we're getting remarried!!
SQ: Not really, love. Seems we forgot to get divorced in t'first place.
RQ: Right, so we'll be redoing our vows then, around Thanksgiving. We've opened a little restaurant on Lake Erie...and...we'd love for both you to come....
FW: ......
AD: *Taking over for a speechless Firewoman* Well, um...we'll have to see how the schedule works out, I guess.....
RQ: Well, let's get on inside. I'm sure you all want to see little Harper, and then Alex can get to know us better......
Rose and Sean go in the house.
MrsM: I'm...I'm sorry...I wanted to warn you but....
AD: It's okay, Mrs. Moreland....We'll be in in a second.
Mrs. Moreland nods and walks in.
AD: You okay?
FW: You've got to be fucking kidding me. They're...here? HERE? This is supposed to be an abusive-parent-free zone....
AD: I know...but.....maybe they've changed?
FW: HA! People don't change, Alex.....
AD: Um...you have.....
FW: .....
AD: ......
FW: Fine....but I'm not going to their fucking wedding or whatever or Thanksgiving or any other fucking thing.
AD: Okay...I'll leave that up to you........So......I guess it's my turn to meet the crazy in-laws. The good news is it will HAVE to be better than when you met my family.
FW: Don't bet on it.....
With that, Alex takes Fire's hand, they both take a deep breath, and walk into the house.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:37:14 GMT -5
*Chris Evans is sitting down in his locker room. He hears a knock at the door*
Evans: Yeah, who is it?
Evans opens the door and sees Chuckles the Clown.
Chuckles: *honk honk* Juh!
E: Ah great, just what I need, another clown to deal with. What do you want?
Chuckles shows Evans the Intercontinental championship.
C: Juh!
Evans takes the title from him.
E: Wel, took you long enough to return it to me.
With that, Evans blasts Chuckles in the skull with the championship. He then picks up Chuckles and tosses him out of his room. Evans then looks towards a ninja-cam/
Evans: Lobo, I may be leading a group, but you should never, ever forget, that when I am in the ring, I am first and foremost, a man who will get the win no matter what the consequences are. I’m also smarter than people take me for, since I know damn well that we cannot hold two singles titles at the same time, so I was keeping this title one way or another. So what I did to you tonight was simply to send a message. If I’m willing to do that to a guy that I actually like and respect, imagine what I’ll do to those who I feel need to be pushed out in favor of the young guns.
See Lobo, I actually like you. Yeah, I really do. But the fact of the matter is, this whole New Guard that I’m trying to put together right now. All it is right now is just a running gag to all of the veterans. None of them take me seriously.
Also Lobo, there is a reason why you didn’t truly beat me. And that is this *slaps title* right here. I still have this, so while you may have added a win to your record, you didn’t really beat me. You’re too soft, and if you really wanted this title, you would have done everything in your power in order to take it from me. Because the fact of the matter is, I’m just more willing to bend the rules in order to get what I want, and that is the only true way to survive in this business. And while I’d love it to change, the fact of the matter is that around here, honor really doesn’t mean shit. So keep that Onslaught title for now, former New Guard prospect, but just like Sparxx took your spot away from you, so it is that he will take that championship away from you as well.
And Eric, an off-day, huh? I’m an off-day to you? Need I remind you that the man who picked me is arguably the greatest wrestler that has ever wrestled in this company? And I even say that with our past history in mind. Davin may be a raging douchebag, but the man knows talent when he sees it. And I know that you know my talent as well, otherwise you never would have let me join the Brass Knuckle Kings. And don’t give me that “doing a favor for Bryce” bullshit that I know that you’re probably gonna try dropping on me, cause its not gonna work.
I made an example out of Lobo, and I’ll make an example out of you as well, since you may not be as great as you once were, but you’ve still got the name value that in your defeat will allow me to once again solidify my place around here.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:37:59 GMT -5
*Fade in to the OOWF locker room, where we find El Lobo Sangriento WATCHING~! OOWFTV…
ELS: Um...
ELS: Yeah, but–
ELS: Well actually–
ELS: Which is why–
ELS: Wow. Just...wow. Um, Evans? I'm not sure you understand exactly what happened at Mayhem. Let me break it down for you point by point:
1. You didn't get the win, and the consequences were that you lost the Intercontinental title. To me.
2. You only get to keep the title because it didn't fit the GM's current plans to vacate it and hold a match or tournament to award it to someone who actually deserved it.
3. I did really beat you. I won, you lost. I took your title and handed it to Selena, just like I said I would.
4. I wouldn't call taking you to the point where you had to either cheat or lose clean "soft". You didn't bend the rules, you broke them. And it cost you your title.
5. I will keep the Onslaught title. For a very long time, in fact. No one will take it from me. Not Sparxx, not Psykle, not MooseHead Jack. It's mine.
ELS: So, if we're going to talk about winners and losers, I suppose I should congratulate you on your third Intercontinental title reign, which began when Chuckles handed you the belt. Man, it must sting that Selena couldn't even be bothered to handle it herself, eh?
ELS: Now if you'll excuse me, there's a pint glass with my name on it waiting for me in the Destroatorium. Wolfpack out.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 1:38:33 GMT -5
*Back at the Moreland Estate*
Alexander has snuck off to the backyard to get some quiet as the inside of the house is still a bustle of activity. Robin Moreland is creating quite the feast with some help from Shawn and LG15 and Moonbeam and others. Fire is trying to avoid her parents as much as possible while she holds a shockingly quiet Mickie Moreland. Alexis and Sam and the newly arrived Ashley are bonding like family is apt to do in these big gatherings. Spencer looks around and notices who is missing as she heads through the house and to the backyard where Alex is sitting on a hammock. He seems to be deep in thought as Spencer walks over and lays down next to her brother.
Spencer: Hey big brother.
Alexander: Spence, glad you finally got here. We coulda waited for you last night.
Spencer: No biggie. Had some last minute D&D business to take care of. Victor is putting a lot at risk at Hell on Earth and we just wanted to make sure he knew what he was risking.
Alexander: Victor's a smart guy. He knows sometimes you have to risk everything to gain anything. Danny and Jack are two of the best. They'll be good to go and if this gives them a little bit more motivation, all the better.
Spencer: Speaking from experience when it comes to risk and reward.
Alexander: Maybe. I do have experience taking risks and having them backfire and having them pay off. It's a fine line to travel.
Spencer: Worried about your match this week? Cause I know...well, most of us won't say it out loud, but your sisters are worried about it Alex. He hasn't ever stopped hating you and we all know what he's capable of doing. To all of us. You almost died the last time...
Alexander: I know.
Spencer: So, I have to ask...why?
Alexander: Honestly Spence...I don't know why this time. I know I should walk away from it this time. Let him win. Let him get the satisfaction of knowing I have no interest in facing him. But you know me better than that. I'm not going to just give in.
Spencer: But you have so much to live for now. Hopes for a future and everything.
Alexander: I do and that's why I won't quit. It's not who I am and I'm not going to let someone like Eric...
Spencer: You mean Moose.
Alexander: That's what I said...isn't it?
Spencer: No, you said Eric.
Alexander: Well, I meant Moose.
Spencer: Alex, what are you thinking about?
Alexander: I dunno Spence. It's strange. People have hated me before. The fans in Philly hated me. Ket hated me. Poe hated me. Moose hated me before I realized he was Ket. Even Fire hated me for a while. And now Stank hates me for whatever bullshit he's spouting this week. But Eric, I mean, I knew we were never gonna be friends again but I didn't realize it went so deep.
Spencer: Why's it matter?
Alexander: Because finding friends in this business is tough enough. I'm somewhat lucky in that my true family has supported me while I've been here, but the nature of this business it doesn't lead to long-lasting friendships. Eric and I had the foundation of one and now, it's just dust in the wind.
Spencer: Is this about what he said last week?
Alexander: Yea. I know people believe I don't watch a lot of OOWF-TV, but I've been watching it more and Eric's promo has been on an almost continuous loop for me. I sit back and I listen to what he had to say. The passion in which he speaks about his hatred for everything about me...it's almost a tangible passion. Like I can reach out and measure just how much he hates me and the person I've become.
Spencer: So, he hates you. As you said lots of people have hated you and I've seen you thrive on that hate. It fuels you. It drives you to become the very best and while I may be your sister and I am probably not the fairest judge, you are the best Alex. 3-time OOWF World Champion. You face everyone who wants a shot and you win. You survive. And you thrive. So forgive me for saying it, Eric can hate you all he wants because it's just going to make it hurt all the more when you beat him.
Alexander: Thanks, but it's more than that I think. I know I can walk into Hell on Earth and I know I can beat Stank. I know I can beat Davin. And I know I can beat Eric. But it's become more about winning again. With Stank and Davin, personal feelings matter but at the end of the day it's still about proving your the best in the ring. Eric doesn't care about that any more. He wants to ruin my life. Whether it's jealousy or envy or just a fear that he'll never have what I've found...he wants to destroy it all.
Spencer: So, it's about Fire?
Alexander: Yes, no, maybe. It's about everything Spence. He claims that the night Fire and I got married is the night everything changed. And he's right, everything changed that night but not in the way he wants to think. I had already become a different man by then. People can believe that or not, I no longer care about trying to prove it. But the fact is, the friendship between Eric and I had disintegrated long before that. Even if you don't want to go all the way back to the time when he chose Bennett and Moose over me, it was destroyed when he sat on his ass and watched as I got destroyed week after week after week by The Five. He could have done something, anything...but that would be too much work for Eric O'Mac.
Spencer: He believes you will wind up being the one who asks for forgiveness. That you will be the one to crawl to the other and ask for that friendship to be rekindled.
Alexander: Eric is a dreamer. He always has been, but it never turns into results. He dreams that he's doing this because he both loves and hates me. That he wants me to become the Alex I was when I arrived in the OOWF and it's a dream. But not in the way he thinks. It's a dream because I don't have to change anything to become that Alex. I am and have always been the same person. My motivations have never changed. My goals have never changed. And my personality has truly never changed. I walked into the OOWF knowing I was the very best wrestler in the world and willing to risk everything to prove that. Today I stand in the OOWF as the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion knowing I am the very best and I have risked everything to get here.
Eric wants to take it all from me and he can try, but the fact is he can never take it from me. Because it's not a tangible thing. Eric can become the OOWF World Champion, but it won't change anything. It's a big piece of gold on a belt. I've won it before and I've lost it. I'll win it again if he or Davin or Stank win it next week. He thinks he can take my wife from me, but you can't take what we have. It exists on a level that can't be touched by someone like Eric. He wants to take my family away from me. Look around me Eric. This is family. You've always wanted one and I have one. It's not something you can take. It's something you earn. I have.
Eric, next Sunday, you'll be in the ring with two guaranteed future hall-of-famers and the current World Champion. Dream that it will the night you overcome that darkness within you. The darkness that has nothing to do with me and everything I have but the darkness that is all about you and the nothing you have. No friends. No legacy. No family. Eric, next Sunday night you will learn...
The Way....
The Truth....
The White Knight...
They're nothing but a figment of your imagination.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 17, 2011 2:20:57 GMT -5
~~~ One of the OVOOWF House Shows is underway in Montreal. (Cheap pop) Kiwi Joe has Vlad Dracul tied up in the Coconut Clutch. Vlad taps and the ring announcer does his thing. Suddenly Familiar Music fires up and the crowd goes ABSOLUTELY INSANE with hatred. Boos loud enough to rattle the rafters echo throughout the Arena. Some people toss debris into the ring. The song finishes and begins again before Chad Madison, decked out in classic HBK Gear, struts onto the stage. He does the running hops, the one knee bent pose, the entire routine and makes his way to ringside. Chad climbs in the ring, again, mimicking Shawn the entire way. He grabs the mic ~~~ Chad: Expecting someone else? You heard music and reacted. You ASSUMED something. It's something that people in the wrestling business do constantly. You good people here heard Shawn's music and reacted. You booed mercilessly. Threw junk in the ring. Flipped me the bird. Now it happens I too hail from San Antonio Texas. (No Cheap pop, weird) If I had a nickel for every time Zane and I have been called Rednecks, Hicks, Inbred. I can't even begin to count the times we've heard the joke " You know the only things in Texas? Steers and Queers!" Seriously. Does anyone even pay attention? We don't talk like a bunch of good ol' boys. We use better grammar than 3/4 the roster. And still the insults echo out. Texas Retards. Idiot Texans. You notice the don't insult us to our faces? You notice they don't insult our in-ring ability? And at the end of the day, isn't that what really matters? How good we are in the ring. We came to this company over 4 years ago. We set our sights on winning the OOWF World Tag Team Championships and becoming the best team in the history of this company. And we have. And as another fellow Texan used to say "And That's The Bottom Line" We ARE the best. We are The Measuring Stick. We were called The Division Killers for a reason. We've seen countless teams come and go. The Hawaii'ans have had one heck of a year. 3 times they've won Championships. JW and Honcho are off to a heck of a good start as well. Doesn't matter. Texpress is involved in that match. So come Wednesday, Texpress will have their hands raised in victory. Then it's off to Dayton Ohio (Cheap pop in the background) We'll be taking on Kai and Aina in a match of their choosing, a Volcano Match. They're the Champions. But we have the advantage. And when the smoke clears (See what I did there?) Texpress will have won Championship Number Seven at Hell On Earth Seven~~~ "Sexy Boy" cranks back up and Chad begins to leave the ring. he pauses, steps BACK in the ring and grabs the mic again ~~~ Chad: Chad Madison..... has left the building.... ~~~ "Sexy Boy" fires up again and Chad resumes his HBK impersonation as he struts up the ramp as we fade..... ~~~ |
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 18, 2011 4:53:30 GMT -5
"Rockstar (Jason Nevins Remix) by N.E.R.D. starts to play on the loud speakers in the QuebecoisDome (random shit I made up). www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9Tkde4XfQMWhite strobe lights begin to flash and Chris Evans and J-P Sparxx, otherwise known as the New Guard, with Jewel between them, come onto the stage. J-P poses, but Evans is all business. They get to the ring and both hold the ropes for Jewel. Jewel puts on leg over the middle rope facing J-P. J-P waves his finger at her. She turns back to face Evans, gives her ass a little wiggle and then shakes her finger at him. She turns around and does her ass-tastic intro, shaking her ass in front of J-P. Finally, they are all in the ring. Evans has a microphone. This should be good. CE: I'm gonna say this slowly so even you French-Canadians can understand this. (BOOO) CE: What you see in this ring can be described in one word: The Future. J-P and Jewel look at each other and count on their fingers. CE: I am the Intercontinental Champion (right?). J-P is the next Onslaught Champion. We SHOULD be getting some respect around here, but guess what? We don't! We get mocked. We get made fun of. We get called losers. And most importantly, we get held down by all the old farts in the back. (BOOO) CE: Just take a look at the Wold Title match coming up at the Pay-Per-View. Four men. FOUR! And the youngest guy is Alexander... Evans looks at J-P. CE: ...F. Darling. This draws a grin from J-P. CE: The old guard gets all the World Title shots while we scrounge around for what crumbs we can get, and as you can see... Evans holds up his Intercontinental Championship belt (right?). CE: WE make the most of them. Because we are the New Guard. We are the future. Tell 'em J-P. Evans tosses the microphone to J-P, who catches it. He seems amused. J-PS: Never thought I'd agree with Pus...Chris here, but I do. Ya see, here be the facts. I came in an' lit da place up, knowwhatI'msayin'? I made ma name 'gaint the tomato can ya'll call Champ 'round here. I already won da Onstar Championship. Been dare, done dat. An' now I'm gon' do it again. Why? Besides da fact dat I can? 'Cuz it's all the oppurtunity I be gettin'. After I lost da Onstar, I had a helluva feud with Stankapottimus. I even beat his fat ass, knowwhatI'msayin'? So with all dat momentum...see, I can say big words too, knowwhatI'msayin'? After all dat, what do da boosk give me? Some Japanese dude who only cared 'bout attackin' a brutha from behind. I gots ma ass kicked ev'ry time I turned 'round. Den da fool left. Makes a lot a sense don't it, knowwhatI'msayin'? An' what has the most excitin' guy in dis bizness got since den? Back to the bottom of the barrel with my white ass, knowwhatI'msayin'? (BOOO) J-PS: Where's ma title shot?! Someone, please tell me. Why does Eric O'Mac Daddy of the Daddy Mac git one an' I don't? I'll tell ya why. Old Guard bullshit, das why. Us New Guard, we gots ta fight for ev'rythin' we git, knowwhatI'msayin'? Old Guard. Heh. They git ev'rythin' dey want an' ain't gotta do shit ta git it. J-P looks at Evans. J-PS: Now. Dat shit gon' change. Me an' my partnah here, we gon' tear da roof off this place, knowwhatI'msayin'? Don't like it? Tough shit, 'cuz we don't care. We don't answer to you bitches anymore. We gon' do what we want, when we want, an' we gon' take what we want, an' you can't stop us, ya know why? 'Cuz you suck. We fly. but I gots a few words fo you. Partnah. Evans looks a bit surprised. J-PS: I know you came ta me 'cuz yur boy Mattie Lice took his ball an' ran his ass home. I joined you 'cuz I agree with your reasonin', but dat don't make us friends. This is bizness. We bizness partnahs. J-P looks eye to eye with Evans. J-PS: You fuck me? The Spark's gon' git'cha, an' it'll be da last thing you do in dis ring, ya feel me? CE: Loud and clear. Partner. J-P grins and backs off. He then looks back to the crowd. J-PS: So dis week's just the beginnin'. I gon' take care of Psycho Psykle. Lionheart here's gon' take care of Eric O'Mac's overrated ass. Den on to da big show in Dayton. An' we git made. KnowwhatI'msayin'? So all you fans, you either with US. Or you're wit dem. Either way's fine wit us, but we ain't doin' nuthin' to suit nobody any mo. Belee dat. We out. Deuces. "Rockstar" begins to play again as they make their way to the back, jawing with any fans that want to. |
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 18, 2011 4:54:01 GMT -5
<Moose is standing in the back watching the scene unfold at the Moreland compound. An inexperienced SFJ, we will call her SFJ40 senses the opportunity for an interview and stands next to Moose. As the promo ends, a single tear falls from Moose’s eye> SFJ40: <in her best sympathetic voice> Moose, it must be very difficult for you to see this, your family……your blood, has all gathered and appears to be one step closer to being a unit again, and yet, here you remain in Montreal…….what are your thoughts? <Moose takes a moment to gather his thoughts, then looks up with tears in his eyes> MHJ: Forty, I have made some mistakes in my life. You know……seeing this…….maybe I have acted too harshly. Maybe……you are only given one family in life, they may not be perfect, but they are all you have, you know? I mean, I see them all together and it makes me wonder……it makes me think…..what if……… <Moose trails off and SFJ30 presses on> SFJ40: Moose, you know everyone sees OOWFtv, this might be a good time to tell them exactly how you feel about them all….. MHJ: <taking a deep breath> Maybe you’re right. <Moose looks right at the camera> Sean……Sean Quinn……..dad……I just want to say……<Moose chokes up a bit at this, regains his composure and continues> I just want to say…..I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL YOU SORRY SON OF A BITCH! AND YOU? ROSE? <sarcastically> MOM? YOU WHORE! YOU CAN GO RIGHT TO HELL WITH HIM! <SFJ40 recoils in horror> SFJ40: But? But? The tears?  <Moose spits out a puddle of blood and laughs maniacally> MHJ: Bite your tongue hard enough and it brings tears to your eyes. HAHAHAHAHAHAH SFJ40: <quietly, as if realizing it for the first time> You are insane MHJ: INSANE? ME? You want to know what is fucking INSANE? That pipe dream taking place down there in Massachusetts. One big fucking happy family huh? You see this? <Moose pulls his hair back to reveal a particularly nasty scar that has faded over time, SFJ40 looks away> MHJ: LOOK AT IT!!!! You know what this is? THIS is a beer bottle upside the head because I walked past the television when the old man was watching a ballgame. I had the fucking NERVE to be hungry. LOOK AT IT! Looks bad, doesn’t it. Yeah it needed stitches, do you think POPS could be bothered to take me to the fucking hospital? FUCK NO. And could mom do it? No, no she fucking couldn’t. You want to know why? Because she was cracked out in the bedroom, out cold with a fucking needle in her arm. Well Rose, if you ARE watching this? I wish you would have died that night. And you, POPS, I wish I would have taken that broken beer bottle and caved your fucking skull in. Lisa may forgive, she will never forget. I will never, EVER fucking forgive either of you, and I goddamn sure will never, EVER forget. And speaking of not forgetting that brings me to this week. Alexander fucking Darling. You know, something funny is happening around the OOWF lately. Used to be, when I said how much I fucking hated you, it fell on deaf ears. It was just Moose being Moose. But it seems like there are a whole lot more people coming around to my way of thinking lately, eh Little Alex? Stank, Eric, Evans…..they all fucking hate you almost as much as I do. You can bitch and moan about how you have never changed, but you are a fucking liar. When you came here from Japan, I already hated you, but at least you were a devious little shit. Something I could ALMOST respect, but, not really, since I fucking hate everything about your smarmy ass. But now? Now, you are nothing more than a pandering fool. A slave to Them. Your stupid ass doesn’t even realize it. You do things for Them. You pander to Them. You beg Them to acknowledge you, love you, embrace you, put you among the OOWF elite. Well Little Alex……. boy you will NEVER get that respect you desire, you will NEVER get the accolades you desire. You will always be second fiddle to someone else, be it Stank, be it Eric, be it that pandering fool Davin, and I guaranfuckingtee, second fiddle to me. I own you Darling, I beat you in the biggest match in your career, and I will do it again. I promise you that. Alex, I don’t care about your title. I’ve already proven I can take that from you. You claim you want a legacy in the OOWF? You claim that legacy comes when you beat Stank and Davin and LD? You forgot someone boy, you forgot me. When the history of the OOWF is written, your accolades will be listed. Multiple time champion, multiple award winner, fan favorite…….and Moosehead Jack’s bitch. He won’t allow anything else. He will not rest until I destroy you. Trust me <Moose walks off laughing leaving a shaken SFJ40 standing there trembling> |
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 18, 2011 23:29:04 GMT -5
Back at the Moreland/Darliing family get together, we get a montage of everyone seated at family dinner, which appears to be going well. We then cut to the clean up scenes, with activity directed mostly by Mrs. Moreland and Mrs. Quinn. Davin and Alex are watching football, and pretending to get along. Sean Quinn has maybe gone outside for a smoke or something. Firewoman is in the living room with Alex and Davin, holding Mickie, who is amazingly quiet. Mickie is playing with the wedding ring Fire wears around her neck, but they appear to be in some sort of deep conversation, eyes locked, although neither are saying anything. Samantha comes in, wiping her hands try with a dish towel.
SDM: Wow, I figured she was asleep she was so quiet.
FW: Naw, we're just talking.
SDM: Uh huh...what about?
FW: Well,*in baby voice* she's telling me that even though she told Davin she thought he'd win next week, she had to say that just because he's her dad, and that she's all about the girl power, and is really rooting for Auntie Fire.
DM: HEY!
Mickie: *giggle gurgle*
FW: Are you sure I can't do something to help? You didn't let me help cook, I just held Mickie.
SDM: Which WAS a huge help. You're really good with her.
FW: ....
SDM: Yeah....anyway, I think we've seen what happens when you try to cook....
Alexis comes in with Spencer and Ashley. Fire and Mickie continue their silent conversation all through this.
LD: Of COURSE she would....
Ash: I doubt it.
Spenc: Ask.
LD: Fire....if Alex dies in his match--
AD: HEY!
LD: --you'll share his stuff with us, right?
AD: Thanks, sis....
FW: It won't be necessary, he's not going to die.
Spenc: But if he did....Ash says since you inherit it all, you'll keep it for yourself.
FW: I don't know what's in his will.
LD: I do. He doesn't have one.
Ash: So SHE gets everything. *Spencer elbows her*
SDM: I'm sure if there were mementos, things that you girls would want, Fire would share, wouldn't you?
FW: Sure....with some limitations.
Ash: See....
Spenc: I want the McLaren...
FW: That's too much car for you...but yeah, I have the Bugatti and the bike, so I don't need it, it's yours.
AD: You know, I'm sitting RIGHT HERE.
DM: This is more entertaining than this game....go on, girls.
FW: Really, you could have whatever, except....
LD: What?
FW: Well, the beach house in Aruba where we had our ....vacation...
Ash: Oh quit it...just call it a honeymoon....
FW: Yeah. Mine.
Spenc: I think Veronika likes that....
FW: Well, tough shit.
DM: Hey! Not around the kid!
SDM: I don't know. Veronika tends to get whatever she wants.
FW: *softening her voice a little as Mickie is REALLY listening.* Well, let's put it like this. I'd sooner burn it down than let someone else have it...It is THAT big a deal.
LD: And we all know that Fire likes to burn down Darling property.
FW: Whatever money I'd just donate to Covenant House anyway. So yeah, the house in Aruba and his wedding ring, that's it.
AD: Gee, can we wait 'til the body is cold at least before we start dividing up my stuff?
FW: None of which will be necessary any time soon because he's NOT GOING TO DIE.
AD: Thanks, Fire.
DM: What does Alex get to inherit from Fire?
AD: Yeah, we did that once, remember? Let's not go there again...Fire, you ready to head to the hotel?
MrsM: *coming in from the kitchen* What, you're not staying here?
AD: We do have to get back for the show, Fire's got commissionery things to do, so we'll fly back in the morning.
MrsM: Well, we have plenty of space. I think this house expands for the number of people here...
AD: Yeah, well....um...*quietly* I don't want to make a big deal but....Fire and her parents...not enough room, you know?
MrsM: I understand....
FW: *still holding and communing with Mickie* Yeah, but you can wait 'til the game is over if you want.
AD: Eh, it's boring....I'll get the car. *Alex says his goodbyes*
SDM: I guess I can take Mickie from you now...
FW: Just a sec....
SDM: What ARE you two talking about?
FW: *still in a soft baby-talk voice* Well, I'm telling her how very lucky she is to have two parents who aren't going to fuck up her life, and if they do, or anyone else does, she has an aunt that will rain blood and death down upon them.
SDM: Oh.....kay.....Taking Mickie.
FW: Thanks for everything, Mrs. Moreland.
MrsM: Oh, you're welcome...and I'm sorry about....
FW: Please...don't mention it...at all...ever...Davin, see you in the ring. Wear your sunglasses, I hear the arena lights you'll be looking up at are pretty bright.
DM: Sure, I'll let you borrow them.
Fire give Mickie another pat on the head, Lexie decides to ride back with Spencer and Ashley, and after a quick hug from Mrs. Moreland, Fire goes out the front door to the car.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 19, 2011 0:34:29 GMT -5
~~~ Zane Stands alone in front of the OOWF Banner ~~~
Zane: One Week.
7 Days.
The biggest show of the OOWF year, Hell On Earth 7.
And what do our Tag Team Champions have to say about our match since it was announced?
Nothing.
This match was YOUR idea, Brahs and you can't even be bothered to mail one in? Listen, if you're hard up, I'll even buy you the stamps.
All I can assume is you have nothing to say. You can't refute the facts that Chad and I have laid out in the past weeks.
You might be the Champions, but WE have the advantage.
And in Dayton Ohio, The Texpress will win Championship Number Seven at Hell on Earth Seven
Oh, and Honcho, JW? Feel free to chime in about the match at MidWeek Mayhem as well.
~~~ Zane walks out of sight and we fade.....~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:41:00 GMT -5
Kai and Aina are standing in front of a generic interview banner. Kono is holding the microphone.
Aina: Texpress. You want us to say something. What else can we say? We've faced each other for what appears to be a million times. You've won some, we've won some. There's nothing we can say that will change the past, the present, or the future. And the future is us. We are the Tag Team Champions. We are the best tag team in the world. You are the past. Accept it. Brahs. Tell 'em Kai.
Kono places the microphone in front of Kai. He looks at her, grin, then back to the camera and arches his eyebrow.
Kai: The Kai is never at a loss for words, but for you jabronis, words are cheap. You're all about action, accomplishments. You see, to the Kai, your multiple championship reigns simply mean 2 things. One, you've lost a lot. Two, you're old. The Kai doesn't care if youre eighteen, twenty-two, fifty-five, or damn near a hundred, you step in our ring, our match, our volcano, and we will B-E-A-T beat you, you understand The Kai?
Kai looks back to Kono with a grin.
Kai: You understand the Kai, don't you?
Kono: Of course.
Kai: You understood the Kai all night long last night, yeah ya did. Back to you jabronis. The Kai is tired. The Kai is tired of seeing your ugly Texas redneck faces. The Kai is tired of doing this same song and dance with you. At Hell on Earth in Dayton, whatever the hell mainland state it's in, The Kai and his brother will once again stand on top of the mountain, or should I say, volcano? You two monkeys can go do whatever you want, eat some sammiches, go home cryin' to momma and suckin' on her teet, The Kai doesn't care! Just go away.
Aina: You done?
Kai: The Kai is never done. The Kai simply rests.
Aina: Good. Rest up. Texpress, we'll see you in Dayton. I don't have to tell you to bring your A-game. But don't bring any excuses either.
Aina walks off. Kai puts his arm around Kono.
Kono: Aloha.
Kono drops the mic as she and Kai follow Aina off screen.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:42:35 GMT -5
*Stank walks into catering and heads over to Flair's stand to order a coffee. The area is mostly devoid of life save for the attendant finishing up the stand. Ric Flair is busy in TNA.*
Attendant - I haven't brewed any yet.
Stank - *sigh*
Attendant - You can get the free stuff they brew for the staff over at that table.
Stank - I'll just wait until you get your machine going.
*Stank glances over at the table where the already brewed coffee awaits and spies Attitude Adjuster standing over there pouring himself a cup. Stank walks over.*
Stank - You're up early.
AA - OH NO! Get away from me Stank!
Stank - Relax Alan. It's too early in the morning for me to just jump you.
AA - That's not... I'm not afraid of you Stank!
Stank - I know.
AA - It's too early!
Stank - That's what I just said.
AA - NO IDIOT! It's too early for you and I to be in a promo together!
Stank - Excuse me?
AA - Or too late depending on how you want to look at it.
*Stank begins to gesticulate his annoyance.*
Stank - Whatever this is you're doing... I'm not awake enough to deal with it.
AA - Everytime you and I promo together it is a strong canidate for promo of the year. Well the award show is next week and WE have no shot at winning because it's too early or late for a promo we do NOW to win!
Stank - Especially this one because I'm leaving.
AA - YOU don't get it.
Stank - Bye. See you Wednesday.
*Attitude Adjuster yells after Stank as he walks back toward Flair's stand.*
AA - With promo of the year comes a subtantial bonus to my PAYCHECK!
Stank - I'm not listening!
AA - Why do you think I haven't really brought my "A" game since coming back? It's all about timing STANK! ALL about TIMING!
*Stank arrives at Flair's stand and reorders a coffee doing his best to ignore AA.*
AA - MY TIME IS COMING STANK! IT STARTS WITH ME ENDING OUR SO CALLED COMMISSIONER'S CAREER!
*Stank mumbles under his breath.*
Stank - Good luck with that, moron.
AA - AND IT ENDS WITH CASH! LOTS OF IT!
*Stank recieves his coffee and takes a sip. He adds sugar and cream and puts a lid over his cup. He casually walks back over to where AA is standing and takes another sip before speaking.*
Stank - Here's something you may not have thought of Alan.
AA - What's that?
Stank - It could end for you Wednesday. This Wednesday... at Mayhem.
*Alan Capps reaches down and picks up his briefcase. Stank continues.*
Stank - I haven't been in the best of moods lately and with you threatening my friend and all... It might cause me to do you considerable harm, Alan. I'm talking about the kind of harm you don't get to forget. The kind of harm that stays with you for the rest of your life. Now you may have never liked me Alan, but I've always liked you. Drink & Destroy and The Chickenshit Heels we did good business together. That has bought you a measure of "punishment free capital" with me. But this business with Firewoman and your recent Haliburton to my dome attack... well... that has pretty much emptied your account. Now a debt is owed... and your only saving grace... is that I have to leave enough of you alive for Firewoman, so she doesn't feel I robbed her of her vengeance. Now what I'm going to do is walk away and finish drinking my coffee. You might get a nagging feeling to bust me across the back of my skull as walk away. Word of advice... ignore that feeling because I promise you, if that happens, you won't make it to Wednesday. Think what that might do to your cashflow.
*Stank takes a sip of his coffee and turns to leave. Attitude Adjuster lifts the case above his head and thinks about swinging it at the back of Stank's head. Instead he lowers the case and calls after Stank as he walks out of catering.*
AA - You call THAT a PROMO??
*Attitude Adjuster turns waving his hand dismissively in the direction of Stank and finds himself face to face with Justin Sane.*
JS - Lemme borrow five dollars.
AA - Sure. Can I borrow five from you?
*Justin Sane reaches into his pocket and pulls out a five dollar bill. He hands it to Attitude Adjuster.*
AA - Thanks. Here you go.
*Alan hands the bill back to Justin.*
JS - Thanks for letting me borrow this.
AA - No problem. When are you going to pay me back?
JS - Oh.. uh... here.
*Justin hands the bill back to Attitude Adjuster.*
AA - Great but uh.... what about the interest?
JS - The what now?
AA - The interest?
JS - I'm not interested.
AA - No, no... you see when I loaned you that five dollars I did so at a fifty-four percent interest rate... so you owe me...*gesticulating* carry the one... $5000.54.
JS - Wow. That's alot of money.
AA - You better believe that's a lot of money.
JS - I'm not sure a five dollar loan at a fifty-four percent interest rate comes out to $5000.54.
AA - You doubt my math?
JS - What math?
AA - Five dollars, carry the one equals $5000.54.
JS - Well when you put it like THAT... here. All I have $1200.
*Justin hands Attitude Adjuster a wad of five dollar bills equaling $1200.*
AA - Well I guess you can pay me the rest later.
JS - Can I borrow five dollars?
AA - Here's ten and you can keep that... actually give me five back. I want to buy a coffee from Flair's stand. The free crap here is disgusting.
JS - Here you go.
AA - Thanks. I'll need the rest you owe me, soon.
JS - Okay.
*Justin Sane walks away $1200.00 poorer. Attitude Adjuster walks over to Flair's stand.*
AA - Yeah a coffee and a croissant to go. Oh and where's can I find the nearest bookie?
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:44:39 GMT -5
Firewoman is jogging through Montreal. She becomes aware of footsteps behind her, but she does not turn or acknowledge them. If one notices these things, they would notice that she has upped her pace, but then you'd have to be some sort of weird Firewoman stalker to have video of her running and compare back and forth the paces and such....Anyway, she rounds a corner and so does the person trying to catch up to her. He calls out to her.
Stank: WOMAN! Just slow the heck down for a mile or so....
Fire fails to acknowledge this, as she keeps her pace going. Finally they get to a slight down hill, and Stank uses the laws of physics to his advantage so he can increase his speed, pass her and then makes a sharp U-turn so that he's standing right in front of her. She stops short of running into him.
FW: Goddammit what?
Stank: You left early. I waited at Ric's for coffee just like we usually do an--
FW: Yeah, well, things to do.....
Stank: Look....look....okay....I'm......I know hitting that fan....it put you in a difficult spot and....well, I accepted my punishment just to keep ---
FW: You think that's what this is about?
Stank: It's not?
FW: Big deal, you hit a fan. We've all wanted to do it. Hell, I believe that we all have, after hours, at bars, and not on television.
Stank: Then what's the....
FW: I went to bat for you, ya know? Selena and I BOTH did. We played the "adrenaline pumping-couldn't help it-self defense" card and we played it hard and got the board to back down to what you eventually got.
Stank: You did?
FW: Fuck yes I did, and you know why?
Stank:......
FW: Partly it was because....The Five. Always.
Stank: Yeah...
FW: But....you......you were one of the first ones after....after Eco......one of the first ones to accept my apology....hell, you didn't even LET me apologize.......I was a pariah in the locker room to all but a few, and you treated me no differently than before....even though I had possibly ruined your knee and your career because I was too stupid to see what Eco was doing....
Stank: You weren't stupid, Fire....It was--
FW: And then...you go and do something so....so....
Stank: He threw a beer at me and I snapped! I--
FW: I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE FUCKING FAN, LUCAS!!
Stank: ......
FW: I'm talking about who you chose for Alexander in the "Pick Your Poison" match this week.
Stank: Oooooooooooooh.....
FW: Look, you and Alex feud in the ring and out...Fine, whatever.....You talk your talks and I get it because it's business......but ....Alex and Moose is different and YOU KNOW IT. You saw what happened with them at Blood Pond....WITH ME........and still, without any hesitation.....
Stank: Look yourself, woman. Our friendship is one of the reasons that he's not eating through a straw right now. I have no sympathy for Alex. I'm not going to go easy on him just because...
FW: You don't need to go easy on him, Stank...He beat you. CLEAN. So what is this, then, payback?
Stank: I don't operate that way.....
FW: Not to mention, the hatred there is a two way street.
Stank: Moose can handle--
FW: I'm done with this....
Firewoman turns to restart her run back to the arena. Stank stands there torn between angry and frustrated and a few other things before starts and catches up to her. Again pulling in front and U-turning to stop her.
Stank: Fire--
FW: Lucas....here's what you need to know....There's every likelihood that things will be fine after Wednesday. But there's just as much a likelihood that they will not be.
Stank: Well, I.....
FW: Please, stop with the talking. If anything of a permanent nature should happen to EITHER my husband or my brother because you thought it'd be fun to have Moose attempt to soften Alex up for Hell on Earth, that will not sparkle with me, Stank. Not one little bit. And who do you think I'll hold responsible?
Stank: Okay....I see how it is....
FW: Do you? If that happens Stank? Hell on Earth will become more than just a PPV name. It'll become your existence.
Fire runs off at a sprint as Stank watches her run and we FAAAAAAAAAAAAADE...
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:45:17 GMT -5
*Justin Sane's "Office"*
Justin skips back into his office not even realizing he got bamboozled by the dastardly Attitude Adjuster. Luckily someone else does realize what happened and when Justin arrives to his office, Opus is holding something in his mouth.
Opus: *waddle* *Waddlewaddle*.
Justin: This briefcase is for me?
Humphrey flops into the room and guards the door.
Opus: *wadWaddlewaddleWad* *waddle*.
Shotglass jumps on top of Justin's desk.
Shotglass: *yipyipyip Yip*.
Justin nods and takes the breifcase out of Opus' mouth. He opens and his eyes get ride.
Justin: Wow. Thanks boss.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:45:55 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is DRIVING~! somewhere in the Province du Quebec, in the Camry on his way to Montreal. Joining him on the trip is the entire Angels cast: Samantha, Shawn, Moonbeam and Mickie*
OGMSJ: Why does this part of Canada have to be so French? Canada is pretty ok except for this part.
SDM: It's heritage, historical, whatever. They try to secede from Canada all the time, and fail every time.
SFJ420: So, like...they're like Texas, right?
MM: GA!
SDM: You know Davin....Fire really kinda...
DM: Creeped you out with Mickie?
SDM: Yeah. It's like she thought she was talking to her via telepathy or something.
DM: Yeah, well, Lisa is batsh--er...batpoop crazy. So she can think what she wants to think. Just...no unsupervised visits for the time being, ok?
SDM: Yeah, I was going to recommend the same thing.
SFJ420: I think she's like, off her meds again, man.
OGMSJ: Yeah, she's been way more crazy lately. Maybe it's the Commissioner's job that's making her crazy.
DM: Psh, she's been crazy waaaaaaaaayyy before she took that job. I think it's probably best if she steps down and lets someone else be Commissioner for a while.
SDM: Why do you say that?
DM: *shrugs* It's clear she's not really in control like she was when she first started. She's acting inconsistently and irrationally more and more. The stress is probably getting to her. And she handles stress very poorly.
MM: brrbrbrbrbbrbrbrbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb
DM: She's right you know.
SDM: Who?
DM: Mickie. She's right. If Lisa doesn't step down soon, she's going to be a drooling invalid at a mental hospital all hopped up on Thorazine. Which makes Wednesday sort of bittersweet. I mean, I don't wish bad things on Lisa, but she's at a disadvantage coming in as it is. Adding her emotional instability on top of it is just going to make it a blowout - no matter recapper says or puts down for a time.
*John Roberts appears in the back seat*
J-Rob: You know I don't do squashes.
DM: I know.
J-Rob: And even if I did, I couldn't have Leesa gets squashed - she'd complain for a month.
DM: I don't know about that. It's not like she's Brian.
J-Rob: Close enough. I'm out.
*He leaves, Kayfabe appears where J-Rob was*
DM: Listen, is it MY fault that everyone has chosen the last month to follow you strictly? No, no it is not. I have done nothing different, and yet you're all up my a...er...bum about it.
*Kayfabe laughs at "bum" and leaves*
DM: Anyway, I'm going to win at Mayhem in Montreal *cheap pop*. I guarantee it. And that's not cockiness, or even confidence - that's just a bankable fact. AA, if you're out there; bet on Davin and the Under. Straight cash, homey.
SDM: Is Randy Moss still alive?
DM: Supposedly.
SDM: ...
SFJ420: ...
OGMSJ: ...
DM: ...
MM: ...
SDM: You're supposed to hit the catchphrase now.
DM: But the baby-
SDM: Figure it out.
DM: Cock a doodle doo....mother....fornicator....
OGMSJ: Wow, that's awful.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:46:31 GMT -5
The Crusher Stan Fulton is watching the prior promo on a monitor in Montreal (cheap pop). For some reason he's in full Scottish regalia.
“That's richt. Bring yer baybee tae Montreal, Davin. A'm gaun tae eet yer baybee. A’m gaun tae put it in me belly.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:47:04 GMT -5
IQ is sitting in his office in the locker room he's appropriated for Psykle at a local IQ Industries facility. He's watching OOWF TV and see's the previous promo.
IQ: Crusher, you really are a fat bastard.
IQ chuckles to himself as Psykle walks in.
IQ: There you are. Where have you been?
Psykle: Clearing my head.
IQ: Did you see what Sparxx had to say?
Psykle: Don't really care...he speaks worse English than the Incredible Hulk.
IQ: True, but you should still pay attention, you are facing him this week.
Psykle: I paid attention, I just don't really care about what comes out of his mouth. He's not focused on the match this week, he's busy worrying about the Pay Per View and whining about how he's being held down because he's not part of the Old Guard.
IQ: True.
Psykle: Remember what you had me do when I first came here?
IQ: Which part?
Psykle: You had me make a statement that frankly applies to these New Guard idiots. Everyone comes in and thinks they are entitled to this, entitled to that. No one goes through the process to earn anything.
IQ: Well, a lot of people could say you've been going around thinking you're entitled too...
Psykle: There's a difference. I did something to earn that entitlement. I won a match for a title shot. I'm still a little curious what made Selena think Sparxx "deserves" a shot at the Onslaught title...he never won a match to earn a shot.
IQ: I believe he beat Lobo at some point.
Psykle: So? Lobo's been beat by a lot of people. That doesn't matter. When it's on the line, Lobo shows up and gets the job done, whether people want to believe it or not. I've seen different Lobos at different times. When he's backstage or travelling, he's laid back, relaxed, cool. When he's in a regular match, he's hard working and ready to crack skulls. When he's in an Onslaught Championship match, he's focused and determined to win. The only thing I can hope for is that he doesn't get too banged up in his match with Sparxx at the Pay-Per-View before I get to him. I wouldn't want him using it as an excuse.
IQ: You're looking a little ahead of yourself there, aren't you? You've got to beat Moose first...
Psykle: ...and when was the last time Moose beat me? He's got too many head traumas and too much rattling around up there for him to be properly focused. Don't get me wrong, I want him at 100%, I want him to take me to the limit. That's the Moose that I respected. Right now, he's a shell of his former self. Maybe all this competing in the Onslaught division has dulled his edge.
IQ: What about your edge?
Psykle: My edge is always there. Sure, I'm not fighting with the pure rage I had before, but now, I'm using the brawn and the brains. Thanks to your training, and the extra help I've been getting from...
IQ: Ninjacam!
Psykle: ...from "him", I think I've got the sharpest edge I've ever had. This series of matches at Hell On Earth will be a good test of that.
IQ: What about Mayhem?
Psykle: Well, unfortunately for Sparxx, it looks like it's not an Onslaught match, so maybe I'll just revert back to my old ways for one night. I do have a favor to ask though....
IQ: What's that?
Psykle: Well, we both know that skank Jewel will be out there with him, and she'll probably try to get involved. Can you make sure you are available to come to the ring with me as well, just to counter any interference she, or that other New Guard bitch Evans, might try to lay out?
IQ: I'll do my best, but I am running an International multi-trillion dollar empire here.
Psykle: I know, just try.
Psykle gets up to leave.
IQ: No comments about Fire?
Psykle: She doesn't deserve it. She'll get hers when the time is right.
IQ: Nothing about Alex either?
Psykle: The bitches deserve each other. I go off to release my frustration on my own, and he takes it upon himself to attack me with a lead pipe? What a great role model our OOWF Champion is....
Fade to black.
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