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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:47:35 GMT -5
*Chris Evans is in his locker room, watching Psykle’s previous promo*
Evans: Strong words, Psykle. Strong words. I may not have a match with you this week, but I was just watching your promo here, and I gotta say, you really spoke to me. Here, let me play you back some of my favorite parts:
Evans: Psykle, Psykle, Psykle. You really don’t seem to grasp exactly what the New Guard stands for, dop you? Regardless of what the vets have to say about us and our cause, we’re not whining that we deserve what we want because we’re entitled to it. Nobody is owed a damn thing around here, we both know that. Respect around here is earned through blood and sweat. All we’re asking for is a chance. Aside from a few throwaway chances when they couldn’t really find anyone to defend the title against, we’ve never once gotten a legit opportunity at the World title. We’ve both got the talent, hell, I’ve gotten clean wins over Davin Moreland and Stank, two of the biggest names ever.
And I’d love to have it explained to me at how Sparxx went from being a bona fide World title contender to scraping the bottom of the barrel. Hell, you even said it yourself that Selena believes that he deserves a shot, yet you brush him off as being no big deal. Which to me proves that It’s not about the talent, it’s all about the politics. Personally, I blame the booking committee. Yeah, that’s right, I know who you are, I’m looking right at you Mo…
*Out of nowhere, Kayfabe runs out at Evans, who sidesteps her, sending her hurtling full-speed into a well-placed locker*
E: Yeah…anyway…let’s continue, shall we?
E: Huh, and you call us arrogant? Going into a match with Moose not being too worried because he hasn’t beaten you in quite some time? Moose may be past his prime, but he still maintains the wounded animal in the corner-type of mindset that he’s always had.
There was one line in your previous promo that really piqued my interest though:
E: Hold on. Let me play that by you one more time.
E: That…THAT right there. You just nailed it. That sums up the entire point that we’re trying to make. Guys like Moose, they’re shells of their former selves. Back in the day, nobody in their right minds would ever wanna fuck with Moosehead Jack. Even though he already wants to do it, he’d cut his own mother’s throat if it suited him. The Moose of the past was all business, leaving you in a pool of your own blood begging for the sweet release of death. The Moose of the present, however, is nothing but talk. Oh sure, he can still threaten to hurt you, but I’ll tell you one thing: if the Moose of the past was facing Darling this week, we wouldn’t need an ambulance. Just pull up a hearse and save yourself the trouble.
What we want is to remove those who have overstay their welcome, so that the next generation can step up and lead the OOWF into the future. Guys like me, guys like Sparxx, and while you don’t seem like you want to associate with us, even guys like you, Psykle. After hearing what you said, it’s a shame really that you want to go against us, especially seeing how mentally, whether you like it or not, you’re pretty much already with us.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:48:12 GMT -5
*Eric O'Mac walks into Justin Sane.*
Sane: Hey! Can I borrow five bucks?
Eric: Sure. Give me the briefcase.
Sane: OK!
*Justin gives Eric the briefcase. Eric hands over five dollars.*
Eric: Thanks. No FUCKING IDEA how you opened it without knowing the combination, but whatever. Time to go rip Alan a new asshole.
*Eric walks off.*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:48:54 GMT -5
*Eric walks into Ric's Sandwich Shop where AA is placing bets with Carl From Fresno, Sports Bookie.*
AA: Yeah, put $500 on the Giants to cover...
Eric: What the FUCK is wrong with you?
AA: Oh, hey Eric. I know I have a problem, but Jonathan Stone guaranteed a victory tonight.
Eric: Ask me if I give a shit about that, Alan. You left the briefcase and Justin Sane got his hands on it and somehow opened it!
AA: Uh...no he didn't.
Eric: Yes he did! I have it right here!
AA: Um, boss?
*AA holds up an identical briefcase.*
Eric: Well, if you have that briefcase, what's in this one?
*Eric tries the combination, but the briefcase is locked.*
Eric: The hell?
*An ESPN Analyst walks by.*
Jaws: Shit, Eric, you've got to make sure you've got the right briefcase in order to be a big time player in the NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE.
Eric: Do you have the combination, Jaws?
Jaws: Shit, no.
Gus Johnson: THAT'S THE GUY WHO SHOULD SHOOT IT!
*Eric looks to where Gus is pointing and see Al Michaels.*
AA: Wow. Didn't know so many sports commentators loved Montreal so much.
Eric: Shut up. I want to see what's in here.
*Eric walks up to Al Michaels.*
Eric: Hey, Gus said you could open this.
*Eric hands Al the briefcase. Al looks at it...and opens it.*
Eric: Wow, thanks.
Gus: THE SLIPPER STILL FITS!
AA: DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?
Al: Shut your trap. That's my line.
Eric: So, what's in here?
*Eric looks in the briefcase to see...the entire collection of Garbage Pail Kids Trading Cards and a case of Slim Jims?*
Jaws: Shit, that's lot of of shit there, especially here in the NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE.
AA: DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?
Al: I'm going to kick your ass if you do that again.
Eric: So, I got all pissed off because of some low-rent trading cards and some beef jerky?
Gus: HERE COMES THE PAIN!
AA: Actually, there's something else.
*AA moves the box of Slim Jims to see an autographed photo of Neil Patrick Harris.*
Eric: That's quite odd.
Pepper Brooks (color commentator from Dodgeball): Yes, Neil Patrick Harris' autographed photo was a surprise there Cotton.
Cotton McKnight (play by play analyst from Dodgeball): Right you are, and we go back to ESPN8 THE OCHO studios for our half time report.
Jaws: Shit, there's an ESPN8?
AA: DO YOU BELIEVE IN.... unlikelihoods?
Cotton: THAT'S MY LINE, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR EYES OUT!
Pepper: He will not be able to see very well, Cotton.
AA: Don't do that! My eyesight is all I have! I don't wanna be like Moose!
Eric: *sigh*
Jaws: Shit, that sounds like it would hurt. Maybe not if you are in the NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE.
Burton Guster aka Gus (played by Dule Hill): You know that's right.
*Eric gives an unenthusiastic fist bump to Guster as AA tries to take off...with the right briefcase. Fade out.*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:49:27 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is in the hallway of random encounters when SFJ#47 approaches.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., is Tytan with you?”
LDW: <looks around theatrically> “Apparently not. He’s watching tape.”
SFJ#47: “I wanted to get your response to Drink and Destroy’s challenge.”
LDW: “That’s simple - Jack, Danny, not only will we accept your challenge, we’ll match your stakes.”
SFJ#47: “You mean-”
LDW: “Hell on Earth Seven. Regicide vs. Drink and Destroy. Last team standing - literally. Lets not mince words - none of us are likely to walk out of that match - but the team that wins will be the only one that lives to fight another day.”
SFJ#47: “Why would you and Tytan take that risk?”
LDW: “Why not? What do we have left to lose? When we formed Regicide, Tytan and I appointed ourselves judge, jury, and executioner of the OOWF. What we became was an annoying little nit that hardly anyone noticed. Half the roster doesn’t even remember we exist. Well, Hell of Earth is when the OOWF gets remade and all things become new. And this year, Regicide will make our name by putting an end to Drink & Destroy.”
SFJ#47: “And if you don’t”
LDW: “If we can’t beat Drink & Destroy and El Lobo at Mayhem this week and end them at Hell on Earth, then Regicide should never have existed in the first place.”
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:50:11 GMT -5
We come up in a rather quite Destroyatorium. The girls are still with Mrs Moreland, and DVD is off doing manager type stuff. Outback Jack, Dynamite Danny Taylor and El Lobo Sangriento sit watching the promos on OOWF tv and sipping on their respective beverages of choice. El Lobo looks back and forth between his teammates for this week, and is surprised by what he sees in there eyes. In Danny he sees respect, and a burning ambition, and in OBJ's, he sees approval?
El Lobo: You don't seem concerned about LD's response to your challenge.
Danny shakes his head no, and knocks on the table smiling.
El Lobo: This is what you wanted?
OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for of course. People may think I have been butting heads with LD for the last month because of anger or jealousy, but that is not it at all. Me and LD go way back, and I just want to light the fire, remind him of why we do this. This match is as much for him as for me. We both need to remind ourselves of why we do this, and what better stage to do it.
El Lobo: But what if you lose?
Danny and Jack look at each other and shrug. Danny then makes the motion of walking fingers on his hand.
OBJ: Danny is right. If we lose, we move on. Our friendship remains, but we see what we can do as solo wrestlers, as it will be obvious, that we can not truly do more as a team, but if we win? Then it's a new beginning, and our pursuit of tag team dominance truly begins.
Danny smiles and nods.
El Lobo: So you guys are already looking ahead to HOE?
Danny shakes his head no, and OBJ gets a deadly serious look on his face. Danny does the eye to eye thing with Lobo and then points up above the bar.
OBJ: Yeah, we know better than to underestimate Regicide, and there is a reason that Fulton hangs with guys like Stank and Moose and was sought after by Evans for the new guard. We would be dumb to overlook them this week.
Danny points at Lobo, and then makes the motion of a belt around his waist.
El Lobo: This week you focus on capturing the trios belts with me, and then at HOE?
Danny and Jack once again look at each other and shrug.
OBJ: At HOE we come full circle, either the drinking ends, or the destruction truly begins.
DDT mouths the word BOOM.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:50:45 GMT -5
Later that day, we find AA talking in the Hallway of Random Encounters with Kayfabe.
AA: That’s what I’m saying. For years I’ve not been allowed in Canada, I wasn’t there last week (unless you suspect I’m Burning Kawasaki under the mask, which I’M NOT!), and now all of a sudden I’m in like, five promos, just wandering around backstage in Montreal, which the last I checked was in CANADA, and not one cop or random bystander decides to bring me to justice!
Kayfabe: (whisper, whisper, whisper).
AA: Is that legal in Canada? Because I know it’s illegal in at least 14 of the states south of here. Plus, I don’t think I’m that limber.
Kayfabe slaps AA across the face.
AA: Maybe I misheard you.
Kayfabe: (whisper, whisper, whisper).
AA: Yeah, that’s definitely not what I heard the last time. So we can get out of this continuity issue with the old Statute of Limitations Angle?
Kayfabe stares at AA for exposing the angle.
AA: Oh…got it. So I’m allowed to freely walk around Canada because the statute of limitations for killing an Indian Trinket Salesman has expired. Sweet! I’m going to celebrate by buying some coffee at Ric’s!
AA walks over to Ric’s Sandwich Shop and buys a steaming hot cup of coffee. As he turns away from the counter, he BUMPS INTO STANK! Look out, that coffee is HOT! And AA’s losing control of the coffee! If that lands on Stank, it COULD START A FEUD!
Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your perception), Stank is very nimble at this moment and avoids the flying hot coffee. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your perception), an Indian Backstage Technician in Charge of Clangy Poles is standing behind Stank. The Indian Backstage Technician in Charge of Clangy Poles is sprayed in the face with the scalding hot coffee! He staggers through the backstage area, through the curtain and onto the main stage, stumbles to the edge of the stage, nearly catches his balance, then loses it again, falling maybe six feet and crashing through a curiously stacked set of three tables. The crowd (don’t ask why they’re around yet) chants “HOLY SHIT!” Medics rush to the scene. A ref raises his arms in the dreaded “X.” Thirty seconds later, the scene has collected 50,000 hits on YouTube and the online version of the Montreal Gazette has a three-inch headline reading “OOWF Wrester Kills Second Indian; Bounty Reopened!”
AA: Good thing I carry this mask in my back pocket.
Stank: You realize this won't be considered for Promo of the Year until 2012, right?
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:53:04 GMT -5
<GM Selena comes running to the scene where AA is standing with his jaw dropped open>
GMS: OMIGOSH! WHAT DID YOU DO!
AA: I didn't! I mean, how did I know.........WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE DAMN CANADIAN INDIANS!
<just then a paperboy appears carrying a Special Edition of the Montreal Gazette>
PB: EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! OOWF WRESTLER INSULTS CANADIAN INDIANS STILL IN MOURNING FROM THE LOSS OF ONE OF THEIR OWN! EXTRA! EXTRA!
AA: How the HELL do they do that so fast?!?!!?
GMS: Never mind! You have to get out of here!
AA: And go WHERE exactly?
GMS: Um....Not Canada?
AA: Can you be a little more specific?
GMS: Go to Champlain, New York......it's about 42 miles from here
AA: How do you know that?
GMS: DOES IT MATTER RIGHT NOW?
AA: Ok great, let me just get my car and......
PB: EXTRA! EXTRA! LOCAL WRESTLER PLANS TO FLEE TO THE BORDER AFTER MURDERING AND INSULTING CANADIAN INDIAN!
AA: FUCK! HOW ARE THEY DOING THIS!
GMS: You can't drive anyway, they will be looking for you, duh
AA: Well then how am I supposed to get there?
GMS: Ride a Moose?
AA: I am pretty sure he won't like that
GMS: not THE Moose.......A Moose!
AA: EWW! NO! They stink like shit!
PB: EXTRA EXTRA! LOCAL WRESTLER ADDS INSULT TO INJURY AND MOCKS CANADIAN NATIONAL ANIMAL! CLAIMS MOOSE "STINK"
AA: I am REALLY getting tired of him. So how do I get out of here
GMS: Walk
AA: WALK! It's September in Canada! It's the middle of WINTER! I will FREEZE!
PB: EXTRA EXTRA! WRESTLER NOW MOCKS CANADIAN CLIMATE! WHAT NEXT FOR THIS DASTARDL.......OOF!
<AA nails the paperboy with the briefcase and sends him sprawling, sending newspapers everywhere. Selena just stares at him when a SECOND paperboy appears with yet another edition of the Montreal Gazette>
PB2: EXTRA EXTRA! LOCAL WRESTLER ASSAULTS PAPERBOY! CONDITION OF PAPERBOY LISTED AS CRITICAL!
AA: I BARELY TOUCHED HIM!
PB2: EXTRA EXTRA! MURDEROUS WRESTLER SLANDERS CANADA AGAIN! CLAIMS CANADIAN HEALTH SYSTEM IS INEPT!
AA: AAAAAAAAAGH!
<AA runs out of the building and flees to the direction of the woods........to be continued?>
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:53:40 GMT -5
<GM Selena walks back to the back shaking her head after hanging up her cell phone. As she rounds a corner she comes across Stank>
GMS: Stank. Just the person I needed to see. I need you to go to Champlain
Stank: Where?
GMS: Champlain, New York
Stank: Why the FUCK would I do that?
GMS: Because you have a match there
Stank: Noooooo, I have a match in Montreal, Quebec
GMS: You DID have a match in Montreal, Quebec. You now have a match in Champlain, New York
Stank: What the fuck are you talking about?
GMS: Due to AA's..........unfortunate.........run in with some of the locals, he is not exactly welcome in Canada
Stank: Not my problem. If he can't make it, I win by forfeit
GMS: Nooooooooo, you still have a match in Champlain
Stank: And if I refuse?
GMS: Well.......given you recent actions with the fan........are you really willing to go there?
Stank: How do I get there..........boss
GMS: Fire is heading down there tomorrow, its only forty miles. We are setting up a house show there in the local VFW Hall. You and AA are going to Main Event it.
Stank: Yippee
<Stank turns and walks away while GM Selena is right back on the phone working out the details>
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 20, 2011 23:54:14 GMT -5
Later, in Fire's office, Selena is standing there looking like a petulant teenager. You know...a normal day.
FW: You've got to be kidding me.
GMtSa-T: I'm not.
FW: I can't go to New York...THE DAY OF THE SHOW.
GMtS-T: It's only 40 minutes away.
FW: Driving, yeah. But then you have to cross the border, that can take forever, ESPECIALLY with AA and Stank....
GMtS-T: It'll be fine. You aren't going with them, you're just setting it up, and then--
FW: And then come BACK and set up for Montreal, then tear down for Montreal follows by tear down for New York, and oh, maybe I should mention I HAVE A MATCH WEDNESDAY.
GMtS-T: Well...um....
FW: We have a whole house show staff that can handle it.
GMtS-T: Yeah, but--
FW: And a fairly important match on Wednesday as well...
GMtS-T: Yeah, I know....Hmmm...
FW: So, send the house show crew to do it.
GMtS-T: Fine. Whatever. Be a diva.
FW: Yeah, that's not going to work this time Selena. I'm a "diva" with two matches, coming up, one of which is all your fault because you rehired the jerk in the first place, and that people have paid good money to see. Unless you want me to be so exhausted that it makes Victory Road look like a match of the year.
Selena tries to find something to say, but there isn't anything, so she storms out, kind of like a petulant teenager.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 21, 2011 23:48:44 GMT -5
IQ is busy working at his desk with the TV on in the background tuned to OOWFtv. Firewoman and Selena's little interaction comes on, and IQ pauses to take note. As it completes, IQ sighs and remarks to himself...
IQ: Just more proof that the stupid bitch can't do her job as commissioner....
IQ goes back to work and we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 21, 2011 23:49:06 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Destroyatorium, where we find El Lobo Sangriento, Dynamite Danny Taylor, Dashing Victor Dinero, and Outback Jack totally ABSTAINING~! from alcohol in preparation for their Trios match at MidWeek Mayhem…
ELS: HA! Good one!
DVD: …
DDT: …
OBJ: *BEEELCH~?* That’s Australian for you’re talking to your Voiceover Guy again, aren’t you?
ELS: …Yeah. Sorry guys. Totally not crazy. I promise.
*OBJ's eyes roll up in his head, and Back of Beyond Jack takes over…*
BBJ: Don’t worry, Lobo. I can hear him too.
*OBJ's eyes roll up again, and Jack of the Hinterlands takes over…*
JTH: Ditto.
*OBJ's eyes roll up yet again, and Captain Jack Sparrow takes over…*
CJS: I can let you drown, but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy? So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not?
ELS: …
DVD: …
DDT: …
OBJ: *BEEEELCH~!* That’s Australian for I was just fucking with you.
*The four men share a hearty laugh and another drink as we *FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 21, 2011 23:49:34 GMT -5
We see a limo starting up after successfully passing through a border check point into New York. We cut to the inside.
Stank: Tell me again why you are here?
FW: Because Moose whines a lot.
Kayfabe rolls down the divider window and glares at Fire who rolls her eyes.
FW: Fine. Because um....the voices in my head told me to go.
Kayfabe nods her approval and rolls up the divider window.
Stank: Who let her get a chauffeur's license.
FW: Who cares. Point is, I get to drop you off, check on the house show crew, who I'm sure is doing just fine without me, then drive back, and completely ignore the fact that this is usurping my pre-show routine. I probably won't have time now to find Alex and a have a pre-show--
Stank: Damn, woman! Are you serious?
FW: Huh?
Stank: Decades of anecdotal sports logic has said that sex before athletic performance saps your strength and energy.
FW: Okay, well, first of all there's actually no proof of that anywhere.
Stank: Uh huh...you've looked...wait, of course you have.....
FW: There is in fact some evidence that it might improve performance, due to relaxation and easing nervousness and stress, not to mention...
Stank: Please, stop mentioning...
FW: Secondly, I was talking about our pre-show analysis of each other's opponents' strengths and weaknesses.
Stank: Oh...
FW: We do that othrer thing on the morning of the show...
Stank: Don't say it.
FW: Before you and I go for our run.
Stank: I liked it better when you were mad at me, you know?
FW: Oh, I still am.
*Firewoman looks out of the side window, and then taps on the divider.
FW: Kayfabe? Stop here.
The car pulls over. Firewoman gets out. Stank gets out too, just because. Once he closes the door, Kayfabe pulls away.
Stank: Dammit, now what? You telling me we gotta walk the rest of the way?
FW: Naw, we're about five miles out. We can jog it.
Stank: WHAT? You planned this?
FW: Did. We missed our jog this a.m. because I had to shift everything to get here.
Stank: You're kidding me. I'm going to be wore out....
FW: Aw.....gee, I'd hate for you to be at a disadvantage for your match against Alex on Sunday, just because someone decided the Pick Your Poison would do that.
Stank:........
Firewoman smiles sweetly at him, and then turns and starts to jog away.
Stank: You are one EVIL woman.
FW: Yes, I am. Try to keep up.
Stank heaves a heavy sigh and then starts jogging.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 21, 2011 23:50:03 GMT -5
<Eco is quietly watching a monitor backstage>
<Eco pulls out his phone>
Eco: And yet no one calls. When I offer my services, when I offer my slavery, to see him put down, to see him broken, no one rings. Why is that, television?
Eco: Ah. That's why.
Bravado. No one wants to admit when a man is a threat. Everyone wants to be the tough guy who tells everyone else to go to Hell.
Maybe you're right, Chris. Maybe Mr. Jack Roberts won't be leaving me crying out for the sweet release of death any time soon. As Jack has pointed out himself, is it really proportional for me to swear a violent vendetta against him just for attacking my sister while she was an employed wrestler here? Is it really appropriate for me to break my sister's ankle just to take her out of the crosshairs and leave me here to extract judgment--particularly when the vengeance I sought was for her injury in the first place? Is it right for me to want to make an example out of everyone I step in the ring with?
No. It's not proportional. It's not appropriate. It's not right.
But I don't care.
<Eco takes the switchblade out of his sock and spins it in his hand.>
Eco: It's not about logic any more. I'm done playing logical games with everyone. I'm done playing savior, I'm done balancing morality, I'm done with all that.
I am here to ruin Moosehead Jack's life. It appears from this week that no one is interested in helping me with my work. That's fine. I had my week of watching and observing. My path is clearer.
I'd love to talk more, but I have someone to maim. We'll find out who.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 21, 2011 23:50:31 GMT -5
*Back in the Destroyitarium*
DVD: Jack, I'm surprised your having no problems abstaining from alcohol. I thought you might have some trouble with this.
*DDT nods*
ELS: I was wondering about that too.
OBJ: No worries, mates. Back of Beyond Jack has been in charge the last few days.
*DDT looks confused*
OBJ: He only drinks now and then, so he doesn't miss it.
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 21, 2011 23:50:53 GMT -5
*Stank is RESTING~! in his locker room, still in his street clothes, after his five mile jog to the arena. An OOWF official knocks and enters.*
Official - You're up in five minutes.
Stank - Are you fucking kidding me? I thought Alan and I were the main event?
Official - You're scheduled to do an opening promo, followed by several vignettes of you and Attitude Adjuster jawing back and forth throughout the night.
Stank - This is just a HOUSE show! This isn't going to be televised! Nobody TOLD me!
Official - I'm sorry Mr. Mann I'm just following orders.
Stank - Firewoman!
Official - I'm sorry?
Stank - Nothing. Where's the ninjacam? Oh THERE you are! Firewoman listen. I've let a lot of things you've said to me slide because I get that you're mad that I put your husband up against your brother tonight. Though I would think Alex would be more upset at you for your lack of confidence in the World Champion being able to handle himself against Moose AND despite what you might think... I did not do this to "soften" him up. If I wanted to soften him up I would do it my own gotdamn self. No. You're lucky I didn't get to pick my first choice... YOU madam commissioner.
Moose and Alex get to tear each other a new one. So what? Who else was I supposed to pick...? J-P Sparxx? Or maybe someone Alex is friends with say... The Kai, or Aina, Chad, or Zane? Maybe Chuckles the Clown would have been more to your liking? Bottom line Alex is the gotdamn World Heavyweight Champion and I can promise you this... whatever the hell Moose has got planned for Alex will PALE in comparison to what I got planned for him at Hell on Earth. I plan to leave as the OOWF World Champion and guess what...? There are three other men in that match who plan to do the same and you are deluding yourself if you THINK for ONE moment that none of us will do WHATEVER it takes to win that match. Alex is a big boy. He beat me clean as you love to point out! So I find your lack of faith in your husband's ability to survive Moose, disturbing.
Don't take that shit out on me! I'm not playing this game any further. Tonight I'm going to sit here and rest before my match with Alan Capps. I WILL not do the opening promo or jump through any other hoops you had planned for me tonight. In conclusion. Contrary to what you might think I DID not pick Moose to fight Alex just to piss YOU off. I did not have in mind how this might upset YOU. My bad, but this is professional wrestling, Fire. If Alex can't survive Moose then he doesn't deserve to be champion. Deal with it.
*Stank turns away from the camera and leans back in his chair.*
Stank - You wanna punish me? You already have. You feel like coming after me when tonight is over...? Bring it, but don't ever threaten me again. Your husband has something I want and I'm taking it from him. I don't give a damn who he's married to.
Yeah... I said it... and I EXPECT you to be on time for our jog tomorrow morning.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Sept 21, 2011 23:51:22 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Montreal, Quebec ECOSYSTEM vs. MATTY ALOUETTEMatty Allouette is announced first and comes out to the cheers of the crowd. Eco is announced next and the crowd boos. Just as Eco enters the ring, Matty bails out of the ring and grabs the mic J'ai vu ce que vous faites à vos adversaires Eco, vous ne suis pas intéressé à gagner, vous veux juste mutiler vos adversaires. Vous avez brisé votre cheville de soeurs. Je ne suis pas intéressé à finir ma carrière pour cela. Je vous respecte bookerman, vous peux avoir la victoire.
I have seen what you are doing to your opponents Eco, you are not interested in winning, you just want to maim your opponents. You shattered your sister’s ankle. I am not interested in ending my career for that. I respect you bookerman, you can have the win.With that, Matty Alouette drops the mic and heads up the ramp to the back. Eco remains stoic in the middle of the ring until the referee reaches ten. Then he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. The whole time, his expression never changed one bit WINNER in :10 – Ecosystem J-P SPARXX vs. PSYKLE – Onslaught RulesSparxx and Psykle are both out, they go nose to chest in the middle of the ring, Sparxx talks trash, then SMACKS Psykle across the face. Psykle shakes with rage, then grabs Sparxx and throws him into the corner and hammers him with punches and kicks, beating him down onto the mat. Psykle is so mad, he burns through all three referee warnings in a matter of seconds. IQ jumps onto the apron and gets his attention and tells him to think. Psykle grabs Sparxx and LAUNCHES him over the top rope to the floor. Psykle regains his composure and the match continues. Sparxx gets some offense in and does some cheating behind the referee’s back, drawing the boos from the crowd. Psykle takes over and batters Sparxx from pillar to post. He tosses him out of the ring again, and when he pulls Sparxx up to the apron and lifts him for a suplex, Chris Evans hops the guardrail and grabs Psykle’s leg. The big man falls backward with Sparxx on top, with no leverage to kick out, and the referee not noticing, Sparxx gets the one, two, THREE! WINNER in 13:33 – J-P Sparxx ATTITUDE ADJUSTER vs. STANKWe cut to the local VFW hall in Champlain, New York for the Main Event of an OOWF House Show. AA is announced and makes his way to the ring carrying his briefcase. He gets no cheers from the crowd, but he does get a YOU FUCKED UP chant, regarding his killing of ANOTHER Canadian Indian. Stank is out next and he gets booed loudly. The match begins, and we don’t get the typical AA-Stank match. AA brings the fight to Stank, hammering him with punches and kicks, working over his knee. Stank snarls and fights back, pins AA in the corner and HAMMERS him with punches to the face. The match continues in and out of the ring for almost twenty minutes. AA drops Stank with a PILEDRIVER, then heads to the top rope, but Stank catches him trying a cross body, then turns it into a STANK-U! Stank covers, and gets the one, two, THREE! WINNER in 26:16 - Stank DAVIN MORELAND vs. FIREWOMAN – Pick Your Poison MatchDavin and Fire are both announced and come to the ring, the crowd pops huge for each one. The cousins meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands then head to neutral corners. The referee calls for the bell and we are underway! The two of them put on a pure wrestling clinic for over thirty minutes, then things get a little testy when Davin dumps Fire off the top rope, sending her flying through the air, landing ribs first on the guard rail. Fire climbs back into the ring and the two of them go nose to nose, and Fire nearly takes his head off with a spinning kick. The second half of the match was an all-out brawl. The two of them brought it hard getting several near falls. Davin grabs Fire and tries a RGDC, but Fire shoves him to the ropes, takes him to the mat on the rebound with a drop toe hold, then hits a FIRESTOMP! Fire climbs to the top rope for a BEST FIRESAULT EVER, but as she leaps, Davin kips to his feet, catches her in mid-move and DRIVES her to the mat with the HELLEVATOR! Davin covers and gets the one, two, THREE! WINNER in 47:41 – Davin Moreland THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS vs. TEXPRESS vs. JW WESTGAARD & HONCHO WILLIAMS – Non-Title MatchAll three teams are announced and meet in the middle of the ring. They all share handshakes and wait for the bell. Zane and Williams start things off and go through some nice chain wrestling that gets the crowd pumped. Zane tags in Chad and they go through some nice double team moves, making sure to get out of the ring before the five count. They hit Honcho with a double drop kick that sends him into the Hawaiians corner where Honcho tags in Kai. Kai comes in and Chad charges at him, but The Kai puts his hand up stopping Chad in his tracks. The Kai kicks him in the gut and PLANTS him with a DDT, rolls him over and covers, but Chad kicks out at two. The match continues on with several near falls, but no one team can maintain the advantage through the match. The end comes after nearly twenty five minutes of action when Chad and Zane hit the DROPKICK DEVICE! Chad gets to his feet and The Kai reaches in and tags himself in, races to the corner and hits a SUPERFLY SPLASH on a dazed Westgaard. Kai covers and gets the one, two, three! WINNES in 25:41 – The Flyin Hawaiians After the match, Honcho and Westgaard powder out and the Hawaiians and Texans jaw at one another a bit. The Hawaiians hold the titles in the air and leave the ring. ERIC O’MAC vs. CHRIS EVANS – Pick Your Poison MatchEric is announced and makes his way to the ring first, and the crowd boos him loudly. Eric ignores the boos and launches himself over the top rope. The OOWF Intercontinental champion Chris Evans is out next, and the crowd boo him just as loudly. Evans steps into the ring and holds the title up for Eric to see. Eric smirks and shakes his head. The title is not on the line here. The bell rings and we are underway! The two lock up and Evans blisters Eric with chops to the chest, Eric returns the chops backing Evans into the corner. The two of them pretty much put on the opposite of a technical masterpiece, they do, however, put on a clinic of cheating. They both get warned several times by the referee. Evans climbs the top rope, but Eric catches him on the top rope and tries a superplex. Evans fights him off and shoves Eric to the mat then tries a missile drop kick, but Evans moves out of the way. Eric slides out of the ring and races to the corner, but when he rounds the corner, Sparxx hops the guard rail and POPS him with a superkick! Sparxx rolls Eric into the ring, the referee never saw a thing! Evans pulls him up, and KILLS him with a BRAINBUSTER! Evans covers and hooks Eric’s leg hard and gets the one, two, THREE! WINNER in 27:17 – Chris Evans MOOSEHEAD JACK vs. ALEXANDER DARLING – Pick Your Poison Match“Scarecrow” plays and Moosehead Jack comes to the ring and slumps in the corner. Moose seems to have a bit more of a maniacal look in his eyes than normal. Gee, wonder why that is. “I Stand Alone” plays and Alexander Darling makes his way to the ring. He tosses his title onto the announce table and the second he hops onto the apron, Moose charges across the ring to attack. Darling blocks the punch, but both men tumble out of the ring to the floor. You know how in most other matches, the action moves back into the ring where there are things like moves and stuff like that? Yeah none of that happens here. Moose and Alex brawl all around the ring, in and out of the audience, up the ramp, through the back, into the parking lot, and since Alex never actually made it into the ring, the match hasn’t actually started yet. In the parking lot, the two men find themselves on the top of a semi with a flat bed trailer on the back, both of them bleeding buckets. Moose hammers Alex and tries to send him to the bed of the truck, Moose grabs a wrench and runs at Alex, but Alex ducks and backdrops Moose, sending him to the truck. Moose lands hard and howls in pain grabbing his back. Darling regains his composure and tries for a PHOENIX SPLASH but Moose rolls out of the way and Darling SLAMS into the trailer. The two of them fight for a bit more, Moose tries to gouge Darling’s eye out with the wrench, Alex slams Moose’s face into the windshield of a car. The two of them are throwing punches at one another, both pouring blood, both likely with some internal injuries that neither will disclose. Moose grabs Darling for a RANHEI, but Darling elbows out of it. Just then a car skids to a stop in the parking lot, and Stank, just back from the house show, and still in his ring gear, jumps out of his car and charges toward Darling. Before he can get there, Davin runs from the building, followed closely by Eric. The referee sees what is going on, and calls for the bell. WINNER – No Contest – Never an Official Match Davin, Eric and Stank brawl. Darling takes a moment to recover from the slaughter but Stank breaks away from the fight and grabs Alex and the two of them fight around the parking lot. Moose gets back to his feet, grabs a shovel from the back of the truck and heads toward Darling. Alex has his back to Moose and doesn’t see him coming. Just when Moose is about to cave the back of Darling’s head in, someone grabs him and spins him around. The camera pulls back slightly and we see Eco standing there. Eco has a knife in his hand, Moose grins and drops the shovel, reaches into his boot and pulls out a scalpel. The two of them are about to have a good old fashioned knife fight when security FINALLY makes it to the parking lot and separates everyone. REGICIDE & STAN FULTON vs. DRINK & DESTROY & EL LOBO SANGRIENTO – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title MatchDrink and Destroy and El Lobo Sangriento make their way to the ring through the crowd, which draws the crowd into a frenzy. They meet DVD in the ring and all four men climb the corners of the ring and salute the crowd, bringing more cheers. The OOWF Campeonas de Trios champions Regicide and Stan Fulton make their way to the ring and the cheers turn to boos, except for LD. The Montreal crowd gives him a huge ovation. The bell rings and the match starts. The challengers take it to the champs and seem to have them on the ropes. Jack tries to set LD up for the CHOMP but Fulton comes in and slams Jack between the eyes with a headbutt. The champs take over and work over Jack for a long time until he makes the hot tag to Danny. Danny comes in and cleans house, and this match breaks down. Just when it looks like it is headed for a no contest, Lobo and LD tumble out of the ring and fight around ringside. Jack tries to clothesline Stan over the top rope to the floor, but Stan backdrops him to the floor, then follows him out and hits a DROPLINE from the apron to the floor! Outback Jack is DEAD! Inside the ring, Danny and Tytan fight, Danny whips Tytan to the ropes, and when Tytan plants, his knee buckles again, sending him stumbling right into a BIG BOOT from Taylor! Danny grabs Tytan and hits the DYNAMITE DROP! Danny rolls Tytan over, covers, and gets the one, two THREE! NEW CHAMPIONS! WINNERS in 20:23 and NEW OOWF Campeonas de Trios champions – Drink & Destroy & El Lobo Sangriento Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the OOWF Hell on Earth 7, Live! September 25st from Dayton, Ohio. And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem, September 28th, live from Lebanon, Kansas See something you like? Post it here in the 2010 Awards Reminder Thread For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts For all your OOWF History needs, visit the OOWF Archives at www.oowfwrestling.com Join us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights!
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