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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:10:00 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Bug Tussle, Oklahoma
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] Texpress vs. The Flyin' Hawaiians
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] Moosehead Jack vs. El Lobo Sangriento
Alexander Darling, Firewoman & Alexis Darling vs. Eric O'Mac, Attitude Adjuster & Psykle Stan Fulton vs. Davin Moreland Chris Evans & J-P Sparxx vs. Drink & Destroy LD Williams vs. Honcho Williams
Card subject to.......wouldn't YOU like to know what goes on in Bug Tussle?
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:10:35 GMT -5
After the world title match, the camera catches Eric going backstage and IQ comes along.
IQ: Nice work out there, Champ.
Eric: Let me guess, you want a title shot for your boy Psykle, right? Well forget about it!
IQ: No, no, not at all. You see, we share a common thought. Neither of us likes that bitch of a commissioner we have, and while "my boy Psykle" as you put it, got a hand on her and on Alex for that little sneak attack of his a few weeks ago, but he wants more. So, I had a little chat with our GM, Selena, and, wise woman that she is, she agreed with me that a little finality was needed. So we got a match added to the card next week.
Eric: And I care why?
IQ: Because it's going to be a trios match. I figured, why should we all be going about this on our own. We all want the same thing, Fire out of here. So, you, AA and Psykle are set to take on Fire, Alex and Alexis next week.
Eric: Well, after eliminating Fire in the IO, I'm sure she wants a piece of your boy.
IQ: She's been ducking him for weeks, about time she gets what's coming to her. Speaking of the IO, interesting isn't it that she got the last entry position?
Eric: Yea, it is.
IQ: More dubious activities as commissioner if you ask me. Anyway, I've got to go talk to Psykle and get him back to our facilities and on the way to Oklahoma. Here's my number if you want to meet up somewhere this week to chat or train or anything. Good work out there tonight, champ. Looking forward to working together.
Eric: Thanks, tell your boy he was pretty impressive in the IO too.
IQ: Will do.
IQ walks off as we FADE TO BLACK
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:11:37 GMT -5
*fade in to Chris Evans, who is breathing heavily and still bleeding*
Evans: You know, Eric, I’ve known...for quite some time...that you’re jealous of me. And tonight...you proved it to everyone here that I...am absolutely...correct. You know that I have the talent...and the drive...to be able to surpass everyone’s expectations of me. Heh, maybe even surpass you someday. I faced Chad Madison and I beat him, I faced Moose and beat him without showing any hesitation or fear for my own well-being. Now usually I would commend such actions to get a win, but not with that title on the line.
Unlike you, I actually respect what that titl...scratch that, CHAMPIONSHIP, is supposed to stand for. I was wounded, and you showed just how much of a coward and pathetic excuse of a champion that you truly are by pulling my tights, but in doing so, you proved that you know that even as damaged and as exhausted as I was, that I was still a threat to you.
Now Sparxx and I may have our hands full this week with Drink and Destroy, but believe me, Eric, this is FAR from over. I’ll take that championship from you, in the name of the New Guard, and I won’t stop until I do. Because while you proved that you may be able to beat me, you can never EVER break me.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:12:25 GMT -5
The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, and the party is in full swing. In one corner we see Justin Sane hanging out with Humphrey, Shotglass and Opus, and they appear to be...playing craps? The girls are dishing it out at the bar, and people seem to be coming and going. Everyone is really excited, and very active, everyone except Dynamite Danny Taylor, who sits in a corner booth alone, staring at the IO contract. A look of shock sits on his face, as if it has not really sunk in yet. Suddenly from off camera a female hand pushes an Appletini in front of him. Danny looks up and locks eyes with our Commissioner, Firewoman. He smiles and takes the drink as she joins him at the booth.
Firewoman: Biggest win of your career tonight.
Danny nods in agreement, the look of shock never fully leaving his face.
Firewoman: Thought about what you will do with it yet.
Danny shakes his head no.
Firewoman: Well, don't worry, you have time. Enjoy this moment, you earned it.
Danny smiles at Fire and she returns it. At this point, Alexander walks over.
Alexander: Fire, you may want to keep an eye on your penguin.
Alexander points over to where Opus now somehow has a switchblade out and has Justin at knife point at the wall where multiple dice are falling out of his various pockets. Fire just shakes her head and heads to diffuse the situation. Alex looks back to Danny.
Alexander: Congratulations, that's a big responsibility. Hope you use it in a better way than others before you.
Danny nods in agreement, but Darling does not notice as his eyes have wandered to above the bar where two thirds of the trios titles sit. Danny notices this, but before he can get Darlings attention back, El Lobo saunters over and slaps him on the back.
El Lobo: The offer still stands, you can have a shot, if you can find some partners.
Alexander: (smiling slightly) I just may do that.
Darling heads off to re find Firewoman. Lobo sits down next to Danny.
Lobo: Big win for you.
Danny nods.
Lobo: You are on a roll, Trios win, Last Team Standing, and now this. What is next for you my silent friend.
Danny just chuckles and shrugs. Outback Jack comes over and joins the two of them.
Lobo: When do we put our Championships on the line next? Perhaps we should ask the GM to give us some challengers this week?
DVD comes over and sits down at this point.
DVD: Nope, the boys have the new guard, and you have a rematch with Moose.
Lobo pauses thinking about this.
El Lobo: I recapture the Onslaught, Danny cashes in to win the world, and perhaps Jack could challenge Fulton for the DDT, then we could be the Gnarliest Double Triple Champion team Ever!
Everyone shares a laugh at this, and for the first time the shock seems to be wearing off of Danny's face.
OBJ: Seriously mate, I guess with you looking to pursue the world title, we put the tag team chase on hold.
Danny looks surprised at this and shakes his head no. He points back and forth between Jack and himself, and then makes the motion of belts around the waist. He then taps on his head and holds up one finger.
OBJ: Really mate? Just so you know, if I had won, I would not be doing the same.
Danny nods in agreement, then points at Jack, then himself, then shakes his head no.
OBJ: That's why I like you mate. You are always you, no matter what.
DVD: If that's what you want to do, I will back your play Danny. Just remember, you can't put this off forever.
Danny nods in understanding, he motions between himself and Jack and again makes the belt motion before holding up one finger. He then points to the IO contract, and holds up two fingers.
DVD: Fair enough, but for now, lets just enjoy this big win. Let's get another round, and drink till we hate life tomorrow.
OBJ: BELLLLLLLLCCCCCCHHHHHHH! That's Australian for sounds like a good plan to me.
The group clinks drinks as we
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:13:05 GMT -5
CUT to the locker... uh... shed of The Crusher Stan Fulton. At this point it can barely be called a shed as Fulton is destroying it piece by piece in what can only be called a storm of fury.
Fulton's axe handle busts holes in the shed as he swings with wild abandon, a seething rage can be seen in his eyes. Bits and pieces of sentences can be heard amongst the carnage. Phrases like "Not again" and "fuckin' Taylor" can be made out.
A very brave, or very stupid, RSFJ meekly makes her way towards the storm.
SFJ#102: "Uh. Mr. Fulton?"
Somehow, through the blood pounding in his ears, Fulton hears the squeaky question. He turns and the SFJ involuntarily takes a step back from the anger seen in Fulton's face.
SF: "What... do... you... want?!"
SFJ#102: "Can I get an interview now?"
SF: "REALLY? NOW?! Fine. Two minutes. Go!"
SFJ#102: "OK, first you once again made it to the final four of Imperial Onslaught only to be taken out by a Danny Taylor boot to the face. Do you have an explanation for this?"
Fulton just looks at the wee lass like she's shit on his shoe.
SF: "No. I have no explanation. Kevin Nash has been instructing me on what I needed to do when I got to the final four. And once again, that damn fuckin' mute boots me in the face and I get pinned by someone else. How in the blue fuck does that happen two years in a row?!"
Fulton stops, seems to think for a minute and then appears to get an idea. He shoves the SFJ out of the way and takes off with his axe handle.
The SFJ, showing considerable moxie, gets her cameraperson to follow her while she chases Fulton. The camera shows Fulton nearly running towards a building and a celebration can be heard coming from inside.
SFJ#102: "Stan! Don't go in there now!"
Fulton ignores her and busts into the Destroyatorium. The revelry immediately stops and everyone starts to move towards Fulton as he starts towards Danny Taylor. Fulton sees this and raises his axe handle and points it around the room daring anyone to make a move. Most of those there haven't seen Fulton as angry as he appears and that makes everyone hesitate just a second, but that's enough to let Fulton get right up to Taylor.
Fulton's chest pushes up against Taylor's as Fulton leans back to look Taylor in the eye. Fulton's arms are at his side, the axe handle resting on the ground while Fulton huffs into Taylor's face. Finally Fulton starts to turn away, but then turns back and in the silence of the room, broken only by the whimpers of Justin Sane and the, somehow, maniacal cackling of Opus the Penguin, Fulton's whisper can be heard.
SF: (whispering) "Congratulations. But it will... NOT... happen again."
Taylor nods and signs "thank you" as Fulton turns away and walks out of the Destroyatorium. The SFJ and camera continue to follow him as he storms around the event compound. Finally Fulton sees someone walking alone carrying a Championship belt. Fulton puts on a burst of speed, as best he can, coming up behind the Champion, who cannot be determined in the evening's gloom.
Fulton blasts the man in the back of the head and he goes down face first in the mud, his belt flying away from him. Fulton turns him over and as the camera gets closer, we can see that it's...
... OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Eric O'Mac.
Fulton punctuates every sentence he utters with a punch, his axe handle having been discarded in order to be a bit more personal (or so we assume).
SF: "I'm creating an opportunity, Eric!"
Whomp.
SF: "Making a statement, Eric!"
Bam!
SF: "Reaching out and taking what I want, Eric!"
Ka-POW!
SF: "Work smarter, not harder, Eric!"
Wham!
Fulton finally stands up, huffing and puffing, clearly winded to the point that if Eric could get up he could push Fulton over.
Fulton sucks wind enough to start moving again and shoots his arms out, grabbing the camera, pulling it right into his face.
SF: "I'm sure you'll see this when you wake up, Eric. And I'm sure you're going to retaliate when I least expect it. I accept that payment for the message I just sent to you and the rest of the OOWF.
"I will not be overlooked for the World Championship any longer. Up to now I never forced myself into the World title picture, hoping that the higher ups appreciated my work and successes. Apparently that's not enough.
"So you get this."
Fulton points at Eric O'Mac laying in the mud, covered in dirt and blood and probably pig manure.
SF: "There's your World Champion. And this is just the beginning. Every week your World Champion will be left laying on the ground or tossed in a dumpster or thrown through a stack of pallets.
"Until and unless I am added to the World Championship picture for this company, I will keep doing this.
"So, Eric, it's your turn. Do you worst. I certainly deserve it. But know that it's not going to stop me. I am the OOWF's resident ass kicker. The Crusher's time is now."
Fulton pushes the camera away, picks up his axe handle and the World Heavyweight Championship title. Fulton just stares at the title for a minute or so and then starts to wipe the mud off of it. Fulton uses the ring gear he's wearing to make the belt clean and shiny. He walks over to Eric O'Mac and places the belt right on top of Eric, the main plate sitting right where it would if Eric was wearing it. Fulton nods, turns and walks off into the night as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:13:52 GMT -5
*Before Crusher can get too far, he runs right into Davin Moreland, holding a (now unnecessary) piece of trusty rebar. A completely gassed Crusher looks up and prepares for a fight*
DM: Woah woah woah. Chill out there, big man.
SF: *pant pant*
DM: See? Now you're all winded. What if he gets up? What if someone who likes him gets up?
*Stan, still catching his breath, looks at Davin like he's crazy*
DM: Ok, bad example. But that was poor planning. I mean, what if I decided to take my trusty rebar here, and blast you several times in the temple?
*Stan tries to adopt a fighting pose*
DM: Exactly. Nothing. Now, don't worry. I'm not going to hit you with Trusty Rebar. In fact, I'm going to give you some unsolicited advice, which is my favorite kind to give.
*Stan rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his knees, still catching his breath*
DM: Issue #1 - You say you don't "want to be overlooked for the World Championship Picture", right?
*Stan nods*
DM: Who do you have a match with this week?
*Stan looks sort of confused, unaware that the lineup for the week has already been posted. He shrugs.*
DM: Me.
*Stan's demeanor visibly changes some*
DM: And, as I'm sure you're well aware, it doesn't get more "World Championship Picture" than Davin Moreland. So if you want to continue throwing hissy-fits because you lost.
*Stan glares*
DM: And let's be honest, ok? That's exactly what this is. You had a chance at the IO Title Shot, and you lost. Now you're pissy about it, so you're taking it out on someone *points* Eric here, who had absolutely nothing to do with you losing, right?
SF: But he-
DM: Yes. He's the champion. And you beat him up. And what's going to happen as a result? 2 possibilities. The first possibility? Nothing. This is also the most likely result. The 2nd possibility is that you start this long, protracted backstage attack thing in which you'll have to keep straight which injuries you're supposed to be selling in what matches. It all gets very confusing and eventually, it solves nothing. There was a time here, in OOWF, before you were around of course, that this sort of thing was commonplace. It was stupid and a waste of everyone's time. Now, while you think you want to waste everyone's time because Stan. Mad. Fulton. SMASH!....there will come a point in time where you will be on the other side of it; and it won't seem like such a good idea.
*Kevin Nash comes up from behind Davin*
KN: You know Stan. He's got a point. Sometime soon, down the road, you'll be champ - and someone who lost a match will take it out on you.
SF: I just want my shot.
KN: You think world title shots grown on trees? You think Davin here, or me, Kevin Nash, walked in and demanded a World title and got one right away? No. It doesn't happen that way. Nor should it. But like he just told you, Stan. You're in a match with Davin Moreland this week. You should make the most of your opportunity. It doesn't get much strokier than Davin in this fed.
DM: Thank you, Kev. Can you hit your catchphrase Stan, so we can end this thing?
SF: I am the OOWF's-
DM: No, no, no, not that garbage. The one Kev said. "Can't believe we're working in this shithole."
KN: Can't believe we're working in this shithole. Yeah, you gotta admit, that's got a certain ring to it. Try it out, Crusher.
SF: Can't believe we're working in this shithole.
DM: Literally. I mean, look at all the dirt and pig shit and...oh, he's waking up...I'm a gonna go....place...
*They all go their separate ways*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:15:01 GMT -5
~~~ Fade into the Oklahoma City Airport. Chad and Zane are getting out of the Mustang Zane goes around to the drivers window and leans in ~~~
Zane: Be Careful. Alot of crazy rednecks in this place.
Bridgette: Don't worry Hon, I'll be just fine at the Spa. Might do a little shopping. And Everything is set up for MCH. I even got a message from Sam, and they'll all be there too.
Zane: Nice.
~~~ Zane leans in, Kisses Bridgette, and she drives off. He heads inside, where Chad has struck up a conversation with a Flight Attendant ~~~
Chad: Really? That's fascinating. You know, once we get to San Antonio, I'd love to show you around the city. I know this great little spot..... Hey Zane! This is Isabell. She's going to be working our flight!
Zane: Lovely. We board in an hour. We need to get through security.
Chad: You're right. (takes Isabell's hand and kisses it) We'll see you on board Gorgeous.
~~~ She giggles and the guys head off to the security checkpoint. They stop to sign the odd autograph here and there, including the Female TSA Agent, with whom Chad exchanges phone numbers with. They guys head to their gate ~~~
Chad: Best pat-down ever
Zane: You're disgusting sometimes.
Chad: Hey, what can I do? She liked what she touched
Zane: Stop. Just Stop. I do have a surprise for you.
Chad: What?
Zane: Check your ticket.
~~~ Chad pulls the ticket out of his pocket ~~~
Chad: I don't see anyt... Hey HEY! First Class! We NEVER fly first class!
Zane: Don't get used to it.
Chad: I hope Isabell is working First Class....
~~ Fade ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:15:44 GMT -5
Fulton looks up at Nash.
SF: "Damn. You and Davin are right. I'm an idiot. Maybe that should be my catchphrase."
KN: "It's catchy."
SF: "Naw. Alright, let's help Eric up."
Fulton and Nash help Eric off the ground and get the majority of the ... dirt ... of of him.
EOM: "What, what happened?"
SF: "I attacked you from behind."
EOM: "You did? And now you're helping me up?"
SF: "We..." (Fulton points to Nash) "... are helping you up, because I was wrong for attacking you. That's stuff old guard guys like Attitude Adjuster pull."
EOM: "He works for me."
SF: "I know, Eric. I know. Let's get you to medical. I think I gave you a concussion."
KN: "How can you tell?"
SF: "Be nice."
EOM: "My head hurts. Where's my Championship?"
KN: "I've got it for ya."
EOM: "That wasn't nice, Stan."
SF: "I know. Someone a lot smarter than me just told me that. I hate working in this shithole."
Fulton and Nash half carry, half support Eric back to medical as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:16:17 GMT -5
The party continues in the Destroyitarium. Fire has scolded Opus for his behavior, and now he is sitting in a corner for a time out. She has scolded Justin for cheating at dice, and he voluntarily went to sit in an opposite corner. Fire shakes her head and goes back the tables. She sits down next to DDT, and then Victor comes and sits down.
DVD: You know, Fire...a year ago, we wouldn't have let you in here.
FW: Yeah...I was one crazy bitch then...
DVD: Still are.
She looks at him with a flash of rage at first, then nods. The two clink their glasses together.
DVD: Here's to crazy bitches.
AD: I'll drink to that.
FW: You better.
DDT: ....
AD: ....
FW: .....
DVD: So, what's on your mind?
FW: Well, nothing really. Just really had this idea to scold Opus and put him in a corner, and then I figured something would come to me.
DVD: No luck?
FW: Nope.
DVD: Oh well...Maybe in a few hours...
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:16:59 GMT -5
CUT to Fulton and Nash dragging Eric O'Mac into medical.
SF: "Nurse, can you make sure this man gets the best care you have?"
N: "Yes, sir. What happened to him?"
KN: "Stay Puft Man over here clubbed him over the back of the head and then pummeled his midsection."
N: "That wasn't nice."
SF: (hanging his head) "I know. I'm sorry."
N: "Just lay him on that table there."
Fulton and Nash put Eric up on the table and Fulton, in a fit of pique, poses Eric like he's in a funeral.
KN: "Stan."
SF: "What?"
Fulton and Nash start to walk out and see Kayfabe on a nearby table.
SF: "Nurse, what is Kay in here for?"
N: "Swine allergy. She's had a reaction to a pig or pig manure."
Fulton goes over to the unconscious Kayfabe and starts to pinch her IV tube.
KN: "Stan! Enough."
Fulton lets go and walks out of medical as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:17:29 GMT -5
CUT to a cleaned-up Stan Fulton walking around the active roster's quarters, apparently looking for someone's room. Finding it, Fulton goes up and knocks on the door. The door eventually opens and standing there is Samantha Darling-Moreland.
SDM: "Stan."
SF: "Mrs. Moreland. Is Davin available?"
Samantha sighs and turns into the room.
SDM: "Davin? Stan Fulton is here and wants to talk to you."
Samantha walks away and as she's passing by Davin we can hear her say something to Davin.
SDM: "You can talk to your little friends at the door, but no leaving to go play. It's almost lunchtime."
DM: "Funny, Sam. Very funny."
Davin comes to the door.
DM: "What do you want, Fatty Fatty Fat Fat?"
Fulton sighs and almost turns away without saying anything, but he finally gets the courage to speak.
SF: "I'm looking for advice."
DM: "Eat less. Anything else?"
SF: "I'm looking for someone to manage my career."
DM: "You mean me? I was going to lead your faction and you bailed immediately. Why come to me now?"
SF: "Because you are one of the best in this business. And since that time I've come to realize that there are things you can teach me."
DM: "Most likely. But what about Stank and Moose? I hate to say it, but they're good too."
SF: "I've been palling around with them for a long time now and all I get from them is a cameo appearance in their promos. They never give me advice, never help me further my career. Obviously I need someone's help. And last night in the mud you made an effort to give me good advice. Which I am taking. I just thought that maybe that advice could continue."
Davin thinks for a moment before answering.
DM: "I'll consider it."
And with that, Davin closes the door in Fulton's face. Fulton turns and walks away.
SF: "I can't stand working in this shithole."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:18:07 GMT -5
~~~ Fade into the Methodist Children's Hospital in San Antonio. The camera takes us up a hallway, stopping to look in each room.
We see Firewoman and Moonbeam reading to a group of girls, all giggling at the funny voices they use for each character
Across the hall, Danny Taylor is showing several others how to put on their oven mits as they use their E Z Bake Oven.
Panning up the hallway, we look into a play room, where El Lobo Sangriento sits with several boys leafing through some comic books, and Olympic Gold Medalist Shawn Johnson leads some toddlers in a tumbling class.
As we travel up the hallway, We see Samantha Darling-Moreland watching a couple of girls playing with Mickie, while Davin 'loses' an arm wrestling match to an older boy.
Victor and Chad are playing XBox down the hall with a group of kids, while Zane works near the Nurse's Station, unloading OOWF T-Shirts, Texpress Foam Cowboy Hats, Drink & Destroy Sport Bottles, Bags of Jack’s Links Beef Jerky, El Lobo Masks, Aquafina towels, Alexander Darling Wallets, Firewoman Sparkle Headbands and Davin Moreland Plush GOATs for the candy stripers and volunteers to pass out to the kids.
Zane: There. That should do it. Once this gets low, someone here calls me and I’ll take care of it.
Nurse: Wonderful. And the kids were thrilled when they heard all the others you were bringing with you this time. I hope they enjoyed themselves. They have no idea how much it means to them.
Firewoman: I know it definitely sparkled with me.
~~~ Zane turns around and sees the rest of the OOWF Wrestlers & Entourage gathering behind him. ~~~
Victor: Danny and I definitely enjoyed ourselves.
Voiceover Guy: The Wolfpack gained a bunch of new members today
El Lobo: Glad you guys invited me again.
Chad: Glad everyone agreed to come again.
Davin: Anything I can do to help my brothers.
Moonbeam: I’m hungry
Zane: Got that covered. The Bus is outside and we’ll be stopping in at Bill Miller Bar-B-Q before we drop everyone off at the airport
Shawn: Umm… We are flying First Class, right?
Chad: First Class? What’s that?
Zane: Ha. Ha. No, better. I’ve got a private plane chartered and waiting to take you back to Oklahoma City. Limousines waiting there to take you back to the arena. Plenty of amenities.
Shawn: Good. I don’t want to be rubbing elbows with commoners.
~~~ They all head to the elevators, Davin lags back and catches Zane alone ~~~
Davin: Here. (Hands Zane an envelope)
Zane: Oh? What’s this? (opens the envelope and his eyes pop) WOW
Davin: hey, you know, when you have kids… perspective and all that shit.
~~~ They bump knuckles and we cut to downstairs, where everyone is boarding the bus, Chad and Firewoman are on board talking… JUST talking ~~~ Chad:….. Yeah. I didn’t expect him to come. He doesn’t like me that much.
Firewoman: He’s really not that bad. I promise. For some reason, you just rub him the wrong way.
Chad: Yeah. But still.
Firewoman: I got him to send the souvenirs. And he promised to send a check.
Chad: One of these days. You’ve been here. Sam was here, Lexie came to one of the events a while back, he’s about the only Darling that hasn’t
Firewoman: Yeah, I know. So.. Trios anytime soon?
Chad: I know we’ve tossed the idea around, but no one wants to say one way or the other.
Firewoman: Well, Captain. Time to take charge huh?
Chad: Heh. I just might.
Firewoman: Does this place have a salad bar?
Chad: I think. I'm sure we can find something for you
Firewoman: (Looking out the window as they turn into the restaurant parking lot and seeing several men in cowboy hats climbing out of a truck) Yes, I'm sure we can
~~~ The bus comes to a halt and everyone heads into the restaurant. Zane catches Chad before as they step inside~~~
Zane: Tread lightly.
Chad: What? No, Trust Me (© Moosehead Jack 2005) It’s cool. Once they leave, I’m taking that flight attendant out on the town.
Zane: Isabell?
Chad: Sure, whatever her name was.
Zane: We do have Championships to defend this week.
Chad: I’ll be ready. Besides, this is what we do. I go out with random women, you go sit at the top of the Tower of the Americas and we’ll both be re-charged and ready to get at it tomorrow.
~~~ They head inside as we Fade ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:20:05 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in a dive somewhere between Lebanon and Bug Tussle, downing another drink and puffing on a cigar. Sitting on the bar is the OOWF Onslaught title. The Bartender, who looks suspiciously like Danny Trejo, because ALL bartenders should look suspiciously like Danny Trejo, comes up to him and looks at him>
B: Do I know you?
MHJ: <puffing his cigar> I don't know, do you?
B: Yeah, I know you. You are one of them wrestlers, Moosehead Jack. Look man, I'll make you a deal here, you don't wreck my bar, I give you free drinks. Hows that sound?
MHJ: <tipping his beer to the bartender> Just waiting on a friend
B: Uh huh. He buys his own drinks
<the bartender walks away and a large man walks up and sits down next to Moose and looks at the Onslaught Championship>
Stranger: You know, that is the pussy championship right there
<Moose looks at the stranger and gets a strange look in his eyes>
MHJ: Yeah, and I'll bet you prefer jelly to syrup
<the two men turn to face one another and the bar gets silent and the bartender starts to dial 911>
Stranger: Jack how the fuck are you?
<we now see that the stranger is Jake, Ravenna Blue's old nemesis>
MHJ: Doing well Jake, doing well. What have you been up to?
Jake: Just got done with a short stretch in Kansas for busting a beer bottle upside some smart mouths head. Worth every minute of it too. What about you?
<Moose just glaces at the title>
Jake: Yeah I saw that. Why the hell did you want that one?
MHJ: Cause no one thought I could do it
Jake: Since when do you care what people think?
MHJ: I don't. But you should see the looks I get. The pure wrestling title in MY hands! You know, some of them think I don't hear the rumors. Hell that chumpstain sack of overrated shit Alexander Darling already thinks it is a joke that I am holding this. I heard all the whispers, I am the OOWF version of Mick Foley, a glorified stunt man, couldn't wrestle my way out of a paper bag.....
Jake: And Davin seemed to think you were washed up
MHJ:......yeah well, Davin thinks everyone is washed up compared to him. But, while he was tapping out to Alexander Fucking Darling of all people, I was winning a title. So, Davin can kindly go fuck off.
Jake: You got Lobo in a rematch this week?
MHJ: Yeah. And I gotta say, while everyone else was laughing, Lobo took it seriously. That kid has a future in the OOWF, but his future does not start Wednesday night.
Jake: <laughing> That sounds an awful lot like respect Moose.
MHJ: And we know THAT is a four letter word around here.
Jake: Well, to be honest, had I not been locked up, I would have taken some of that action too, I would NEVER have guessed you could keep Him quiet long enough to win this title
MHJ: That's the beauty of it all, this was all His idea
Jake: What?
MHJ: See, I learned something Jake. It is easy to brutalize someone with a chair, or happy deth bat, or whatever I can get my hands on. But this is different. I could wrestle before, but I saw little need for it, and without realizing it, that made me one dimensional. When people faced me, they knew it was just going to be an out of control brawl. Now? Now, will it be that? Or will I use a submission move to snap their arm, or hyperextend a knee, or put them to sleep with the Cross. There are SO many more ways to hurt someone. He is pleased
Jake: That won't matter much if you lose to Lobo
MHJ: Ahh but see, therein lies the beauty! Onslaught matches are fifteen minutes long. That benefits the champion right there. I beat Lobo once, when I had to. It doesn't matter if I ever pin him again, what matters is that I keep him from pinning me. Fifteen minutes, that is all they get. Lobo is good, but is he good enough?
Jake: I see. Good point. And what is up with you and Eco?
MHJ: Nothing. Eco knows where to find me if he really wants to go to war over.....well whatever it is he thinks I did. But Eco needs to consider this......what is it that Eco wants most?
Jake: With him? There is no fucking telling. You know, there was a guy like Eco locked up back where I was in Kansas, kept him in a padded room with one of those Hannibal Lecter masks on
MHJ: Eco wants two things. 1. Legitimacy. 2. He wants to burn the OOWF down. I can give him both of those things. Eco and I ran together back in the early days of the OOWF, but he had too much going on, he tried being the CEO, he tried leading the Establishment, he tried being a main event wrestler. Eco, consider this, you run with me, you don't need to be any of those things. You don't need to be the CEO, you don't need to be the leader of some grand organization, and you don't need to prove anything in the ring. All you need to do is exactly whatever the fuck it is you want to do. Who is going to stop us?
Jake: <shaking his head> Someone will step up
MHJ: They may, but I talked to Him, and He likes the idea. Eco will either come around, or he and I can go to war. If that happens, we destroy one another. We team? We destroy the OOWF. Turn that shit on its ear. It's up to him
Jake: Fire won't be happy
MHJ: <swigging his beer> To hear her tell it, Fire has everything she wants right now, so what does this matter? At the end of the night, she has to live with her decisions, not mine. She made her choices, I will make mine. Now, where are you headed?
Jake: Thought I would check out this OOWF event in Bug Tussle
MHJ: <tossing him the keys> Good, you drive
<they leave the bar and we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:20:45 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 tracks down L.D. Williams in the hallway of random interviews.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., this week you’re facing up-and-comer Honcho Williams. Your thoughts?”
LDW: “Well, first, for everyone who keeps asking, no we’re not related, and as far as I know it’s not a tribute. Now as for the actual match, you’re right, Honcho is an up-and-comer. We’ve been in the ring a few times, and he’s got talent, and Westgaard saw something in him, which speaks well for him.
Now normally I’m all about humility, but let’s not mince words here. I am a living legend, and Honcho, getting in the ring with me one-on-one will be your toughest test to date. On the bright side, win, lose, or draw, I will make you famous. The question you need to answer is what will your role be? Will I have the match of the night, one that people will be talking about until the next time I step in the ring, on my own? Or will I have it being tested by a future superstar?
My ring. My world. Your opportunity. Make the most of it.”
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:21:15 GMT -5
*Chris Evans is shown in the New Guard locker room. He has just finished watching Stan Fulton’s promos*
Evans: You know Fulton, your last few promos have really made me get to thinking. This whole “No Gimmick” gimmick of yours, it’s not part of some wrestling storyline, is it? You really have no idea who you are anymore, do you, Stan?
You tell me that I’m full of shit with my New Guard movement, yet you criticize the Old Guard. You beat the shit out of Eric, the current World Champ and the man who should be your target, yet you then apologize for your actions and then hand him his championship back to him. You state that you are your own man, a man who works for nobody but yourself, and yet you seem to have aligned yourself with Davin, a man who has shown time and again that he only uses those that he works with for his own benefit, and Kevin Nash, a man who has a record of holding back young talent for his own benefit. So tell me Stan, who are you?
Now don’t get me wrong here, you have stated time and time again that you want nothing to do with the New Guard, and quite frankly, I want nothing to do with you, either. Maybe someday, when you see how badly you’re getting fucked over around here, then maybe I’ll allow you to join me, but until then, go be Davin’s little bitch-boy and just stay out of our way.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:21:43 GMT -5
CUT to a location we can assume is near Bugtussle, Okalahoma. Standing on the shore of a lake (presumably Eufaula Lake) is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He’s been watching the promos on the OOWF-TV iPhone App (now available in the iTunes App Store). When that’s done he looks out over the lake and speaks to the camera he knows is somewhere nearby.
“Chris, you may be right. I don’t know what I am. Maybe it’s the medications; maybe it’s the stress or the sleepless nights. My career is in flux and I’m looking for a direction.
“You know, I was watching WWE Raw, yeah I know it usually sucks rocks, but not long ago Triple H was telling CM Punk that the way you rise in this business is to make the fans react.
“And I’m not. I get a boo here or there, and some of my merch is selling pretty well, especially the “I Hate Clowns” t-shirts, but for the most part, the crowds could care less what I do. Most of the roster too. So I thought I’d try to make a statement against our World Champion.
“Then one of the veterans told me that’s not how it’s done anymore. So I tried to fix my mistake. So, no Chris, I don’t know what I am anymore.
“But I do know what I’m not.
“I am not interested in you or your New Guard. And to make your one promo of the week about me shows that contrary to your stated intentions you really do want me to be part of your New Guard.
“Instead of talking about the New Guard versus Drink & Destroy, you talk about me. Lil’ ol’ Stan “Can’t Find a Gimmick” Fulton.
“Get this through your head, Chris. I’m not interested in you or your pseudo-faction. You beat me. Multiple times in a row. Congratulations. Now move on. I don’t care about your half-hearted attempts to make this a feud between the two of us. I know that much. If and when I want to take back that Intercontinental Championship, I’m pretty sure you won’t be holding it.
“This week, Davin, I look forward to our match on Midweek Mayhem. I believe I can beat you, but either way I will do my best to make this a match of the year candidate. I have no doubt you will as well. And I will come out of this knowing more than I did when I went in.
“And that can only help me on my path to the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. And if that’s not possible, and judging from the past eighteen months it might not be, ...
Fulton pauses for a moment or two.
“... I don’t know. Manage, road agent. Maybe I take my talents to South Beach. But I do know one thing for an absolute certainty.”
Fulton looks around.
“I can't believe we're working in this shithole.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:22:17 GMT -5
*Davin is walking by the giant downtown shopping complex in Bug Tussle...yeah...anyway, he watches Evans' promo, laughs, watches Stan's promo, and calls for an INC*
DM: First things first. Chris Evans, between you and Stan Fulton; only one of you have even been my bitch boy. And it wasn't Stan Fulton, was it Cubbie?
DM: Secondly, Stan, I'll be happy to re-visit your offer, but not until after Mayhem this Wednesday. You understand, right? That would be sort of awkward. But Kev and I, we know each other pretty well, and I don't think an advisory role is out of the question. Again, re-visit after the match? Works for you? Works for me.
DM: Cock a doodle can't believe we're working in this shithole.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:22:43 GMT -5
<Chris Evans turns around in the New Guard locker room...and comes face to face with a perched Ecosystem>
Eco: (smiling, blood dripping from his mouth) Hi.
Evans: ...Whose is that?
Eco: The blood? No one else's. Just cut up my own mouth.
<Eco hops down from the perch and paces the room. He looks at Stan Fulton on the TV, and looks back to Evans>
Eco: You know, Stan's not the only one looking for direction. Stan's not the only one who doesn't know who he is anymore.
You know, Chris, I asked you a couple weeks ago...no, I made you an offer. I told you that if you stood with me against Moose...stood with me against one man, who you already seem to have a dislike for...you would have me as servant.
Eco: But yet you turned me down. Or at least...you never called. But why?
Eco: So according to you, he's not a threat. He's an old man. Who's afraid of old men? Just like me, right?
Eco: Now that the war against my rule is over...no one in this company needs to be afraid anymore of anything. Everyone can settle their disputes calmly. Stan Fulton can apologize for his attacks and help someone to the hospital, and Fire can make up with her parents, and Psykle can calmly raise his concerns about her to the General Manager, and everyone can clink beers with Danny Taylor after LOSING the Imperial Onslaught to him, because after all, why get so exercised over business?
And when my sister is brutally and unfairly attacked by Moosehead Jack, the whole company walks by, like the holy men walked by the stranger on the side of the road, except this time no Samaritan stops, because why be involved if you don't have to?
Why feel anger? Why feel fear?
If you ask me though....I disagree with the consensus. I think this company needs to feel fear once again. A lot more fear.
Do you fear me, Chris?
Evans: Not in the slightest.
Eco: Duly noted.
<Eco lunges at Chris Evans and begins to bite him in the neck. Evans, surprised, stumbles back but manages to slam Eco hard into the side paneling. Eco rolls away from a kick, lunging back onto Chris Evans and attempting to choke him out, while tearing at Evans's hair with his teeth. Evans slams him into the wall, back-first, stumbling out. Chris Evans spins around to face Ecosystem, but Ecosystem spits blood into his eyes, sending him stumbling back. Eco pulls Evans up by his neck, ENDGAME on the wooden floor!
Eco mounts Chris Evans and licks his blood off of Chris's face>
Eco: It tastes good. But it doesn't taste like fear yet. Shame.
<Eco gets up and exits>
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:23:19 GMT -5
EOM is, well, where ever he might be at the moment, and AA's at his side, with the briefcase, because it's a great gimmick even if there isn't any cash in it anymore.
We join this conversation on progress. And we're running out of time. But don't worry, if anything happens, we'll keep the cameras rolling and show you anything that happens next week. Even though we say that every week and never do.
EOM: I'm the champion now. If you're smart--which I have always questioned--you'll take that briefcase to the ring each week when I have a match, watch my back, and make sure I keep this title.
AA: So I went from a Killer Tim Brooks (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVas0xkFtR4) to Virgil?
EOM: Considering how well your bounty-hunting days went, yes. Although why I want a failed, broke bounty-hunter as my bodyguard/servant is beyond me. But it's a solid angle.
AA: You know how these end up, right? I mean, Virgil eventually turned on DiBiase, and if you want a more recent version (for those pre-teens in the audience), Riley turned on Miz. Has any servant ever not turned on the guy who hired him?
EOM: True. But I'm the champ. I'm the White Knight. And you're not turning face, right? There's no way you turn on me and stay a heel.
AA: Been there. Done that. I suck as a face.
EOM: Exactly. So unless you have a master plan for turning me face by busting me upside the head with that briefcase and costing me the title...
AA: Wait, that would make sense.
EOM: Except I'm going to constantly berate you, forcing you to become the beloved, miserable heel who the fans want to turn face.
AA: Dude, that sucks.
EOM: Ha! So then, this week, you're going into the six-man tag match with myself and Psykle against Firewoman, Alex and Alexis Darling at Midweek Mayhem in Big Tussle, Oklahoma (cheap pop!)...
AA: Did you just steal my cheap pop? TM
EOM: I did. And what are you going to do about it? Nothing! Ha!
AA: Damn, you are turning me into a beloved, miserable heel. I don't like this!
EOM: You're going to be it AND LIKE IT! You're going to go into that match, do my bidding, maybe get the job done, then tag out to me so I can get the pin and the glory. And then regardless of whether we win or lose, I'll berate you for something you did during the match. Get use to it!
AA: This sucks.
EOM: And while you're at it, go find a Gonzaga basketball jersey to wear.
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:23:49 GMT -5
J-P Sparxx walks arm in arm with his girl, Jewel, into the Destroyatorium. Ashley is the first to notice him and starts to back away from the bar. This gets Outback Jack's attention, so he gets off his stool. This gets Danny Taylor's attention, so he follows suit. J-P holds his hands out.
J-PS: Nah, fellas, it ain't like dat. I ain't here to start no shit. Ya know I dig you dawgs. Just want a beer an' maybe ta chat a bit with Danny.
OBJ: (belch) That's Australian for Danny isn't New Guard, so don;t bother recruiting.
J-PS: Do I look like one a dem recruitin' people? Just want a beer.
OBJ: (belch) That's Australian for enjoy.
Ashley pours J-P and Jewel beers and sets them at the bar by Danny. J-P sits next to him and Jewel sits alongside. Danny smiles at J-P with a know it all grin.
J-PS: I figured it couldn't hurt ta ask, knowwhatI'msayin'?
Danny nods.
J-PS: I'm in fo da fight, but Evans man. He's kind of a pill, knowwhatI'msayin'?
Danny makes the motion of popping a pill and choking. J-P laughs.
J-PS: Dat's good dawg. I knew I liked you fo a reason.
Danny pounds his heart.
J-PS: I meant what I said. The Spark sticks to 'is word, knowwhatI'msayin'? I got yo back. I know dis week we facin' off an' shit, but it'll be all professional an' shit, knowwhatI'msayin'?
Danny makes the pill popping anf choking motion again.
J-PS: Evans. Yeah. I guess he will be too. He all be tryin' ta pick fights wit people we ain't even facin'
Danny makes a dollar sign with his hand. J-P grins.
J-PS: Darling. Yeah, I just can't stand dat tomato can. All facey an' tryin' ta be righteous an' shit. Kinda bugs me, knowwhatI'msayin'?
Danny shrugs.
J-P grabs his beer. He holds it up for Jewel's and Danny's beers.
J-PS: Ta boys.
Jewel: And girls.
J-PS: An' shorties.
They clang glasses and drink.
J-PS: Danny, seriously dawg, I know you gots a good thing here an' all, but if ya eva change y mind, ya know where ta find me, knowwhatI'msayin'?
Danny pounds his heart again. J-P finishes his beer and gets up.
J-PS: Cya in da ring, homie.
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:24:21 GMT -5
As JP and Jewel leave the Destroyatorium, OBJ sits down next to Danny.
OBJ: Huh. I figured that would end in a typical pre match backstage brawl of some sort.
Danny just smiles and shakes his head no.
OBJ: If you were not here, I imagined it would have.
Danny shrugs his shoulders. At this point Vic joins them at the bar.
DVD: Oh it would have, you are old guard Jack, everything JP and Evans despise. Danny on the other hand is still a relatively younger guy. They attack him and they look like hypocrites. Guys like Fulton or Psykle or Lobo see that, and wonder if they are next, and then the new guard becomes an island in a see of enemies.
Danny nods in agreement, and OBJ even raises his eyebrows in understanding.
DVD: JP, Evans, they are arrogant, no doubt about it, but they are also smart. They will look to make an example in the ring this week. While we may not have the pedigree of the Texans, we are still one of the more established teams in this business. If they can step into the ring and beat us at our own game, that makes a big statement.
OBJ: So why not soften us up before the match?
DVD: Then people will use that against them. Now don't get me wrong, you need to be on guard for all kinds of shenanigans during the match, but pre match and all they succeed in doing is turning what should be a solid tag match into something personal, and they don't want that. When we take things personal is when we tend to be the most dangerous. They both know that, and will not try to go that path....well not for this match anyways.
OBJ: Well, no one is making a name for themselves at our expense. Let's see if we can't continue some momentum going this week Danny, and get our name right back into title talk mate.
Danny smiles and lifts his drink. OBJ and he clink and drink as the scene
FADES
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:24:56 GMT -5
Samantha Darling-Moreland is taking trash out of the Moreland suites and putting it in the dumpster. She sees Alexis Darling and Firewoman walking down the hall, but they've already passed her, so she just goes back in and shuts the door.
Time passes...
Olympic Gold Medalist and America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson comes out listenign to her mp3 player. Fire and Alexis come around the corner, just walking still. Shawn nods to Alexis, who nods back, sneers at Fire, who simply looks at her, but then rolls her eyes after Shawn passes her.
Time passes...
OGMaAS Shawn Johnson comes back with Moonbeam, talking about whatever they talk about. Firewoman and Alexis again come around the corner walking at about the same pace. Friendly yet noncomittal nods are exchanged as Shawn and Moonbeam go back into the Moreland suites, whispering and looking back at Fire and Alexis.
Time passes....
Fire and Alexis come around the corner again, as Samantha comes out with Mickie in a stroller. She stops.
SDM: Alright, what the hell are you two doing?
FW: Huh?
SDM: You've been hanging outside our door all day.
LD: Huh? Oh, no we haven't, we've just been walking aimlessly around the arena.
SDM: What?
FW: Yeah...we were supposed to be training but we don't know where Alex is and...um...can I hold Mickie?
SDM: I dunno....you kinda creeped me out last time.
FW: Yeah, sorry about that, that wasn't my intention.
Samantha thinks for a minute and then picks Mickie up out of the stroller and hands her to Fire, who takes her gently and holds her. Mickie coos happily.
SDM: None of that mind meld thing you were doing before.
FW: Okay.
LD: Have you seen our brother? I mean, all three of our opponents this week want to eliminate Fire from the OOWF, one also wants to kill him too...
SDM: No, but if I do, I'll let him know. We're going to meet Daddy for dinner.
LD: Julius is here?
FW: She means Davin, silly. *Fire hands her back. Mickie looks upset by this.* It's okay, squirt. I'll come see you later.
Samantha puts her in the stroller and then goes toward wherever she's meeting Davin. Fire and Alexis continue their walk around the arena.
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:25:26 GMT -5
CUT to the “arena” receiving area where The Crusher Stan Fulton is pulling up in his 2012 Kia Sorrento. WWE Legend Kevin Nash is waiting for him.
KN: “Welcome back. Where’d you go?”
SF: “Alma, Arkansas. I have some relatives there. Since we’re only about ninety minutes away, I thought I’d drive over and spend the weekend.”
KN: “Did you see the latest on OOWF-TV?”
SF: “No. You drive into Alma and it’s like driving back into the 1950s.”
KN: “You should take a look.”
Fulton takes out his Apple iPhone 4 from AT&T and replays the past few promos including...
... and ...
SF: “Sweet mother of God. Eco’s a vampire. And not one of those emo sparkly ones. No wonder we don’t see him during the daylight hours. Well that should keep Evans busy enough that he doesn't have to try to use me to get over.”
KN: “As Davin said, we know each other and we’re willing to advise you, but not manage. You’re going to have to do that on your own.”
SF: “Fair enough. You know, I’ve been watching Mark Henry...”
KN: “You’re not as strong as Mark. You’re nearly as big as he is though. Might work. Let’s go talk. Oh and your locker room is a broom closet.”
SF: “I can't believe we're working in this shithole.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:25:55 GMT -5
*OOWF Training Center*
Alexis, Firewoman, and Alexander are in the ring with a trio of local jobbers. The former members of Run DEA look to be in perfect unison. Alexander bails out of the ring when he sees a ninja cameraman lurking with a SFG.
SFJ 3.14: Alex, Alex...over here please.
Alexander: You new?
SFJ 3.14: How did you know?
Alexander: The SFJ's know I do all my interviews with my own people.
SFJ 3.14: Oh, really? I guess I can go chill in limbo until someone decides to use me.
Alexander: Actually, stay. I can do this quick.
SFJ 3.14: Thank you so much. Let me just look at my notes. They're just bullet points I want your comments on. First, JP Sparxx.
Alexander: I wasn't going to give him the privilege of mentioning what he did to me because why should I. But then I took some time and realized that all he was trying to do was the same thing I've done in the past. JP is trying to find his footing in the OOWF and I get that. If he thinks he can find that footing against me, well...good luck with that Sparky. I may have changed a little, but I'm still a 3-time OOWF World Champion and that's something you still dream to achieve once. Anytime, anywhere you feel like stepping up to the majors...I'll check to see if you're ready. But one piece of advice, do it for yourself not some wannabe pussy like Evans. Do it for Sparxx and you'll go far. Do it for some perceived slight or because it's what Evans wants and you won't. It's that simple.
SFJ 3.14: Interesting. Okay, next...you've made some inclinations that one of your next goals will be the OOWF Campeanos de Trios. El Lobo has said you can have that match, basically, any time you want it but why that belt and who do you plan on going after the belts with?
Alexander: There's very few things I haven't accomplished in the OOWF and the Trios belts are one of those things. I've never been a great tag team wrestler and that's something I want to work on going forward. I've accomplished almost everything I can as a singles wrestler. I beat Stank. I made Davin Moreland tap out. I defeated Hall of Famers. But there are still things I need to accomplish before I call it a career. Right now, one of those things is the Campeanos de Trios. El Lobo, Danny, and Outback are all great wrestlers but none of them have accomplished what I have, yet they have something I want. That's a unique position for me to be in and I will prove that I am more than capable of achieving my desires. With regards to my partners, there shouldn't be much of a question. Kai and Aina have the open invitation to join me in going after those belts.
SFJ 3.14: Really, the Hawaiians and not your two partners this week?
Alexander: Look, Firewoman and Alexis are great partners. I'd be proud to go into battle with them like we are this week but I made a promise to both that I would never go into a partnership with either lightly. This week's match is a commiseration of current issues. Selena put this match together because it's good for business but if and when I step into a ring with Fire and/or Alexis as my partner for a full-time endeavour, the OOWF should be scared. Very, very scared because nothing will stop us. Call it a sixth sense. Call it twinsense with Alexis or an inherent combined fate or whatever with Fire...but we're not going to be a typical tag-team put together for a brief run. We're going to be a blend of something unseen before us. I will not step lightly into that because once that decision is made it's going to be something that can't be stopped or put away easily. We're going to be a runaway train and the OOWF will have to find a way to derail us.
SFJ 3.14: That brings us to this week's match. You face 3 men who have an extreme dislike of your wife and by proxy you. Eric has just recently taken your OOWF World Title. AA has been the weapon Eric's used to try and get to her. And Psykle has his own issues with her. What do you plan to do?
Alexander: Win. I know it sounds simple, but that's the bottom line. I said a long time ago that I wouldn't fight Fire's battles for her and I won't. But I would fight them with her. This is a battle that not that long ago she would have tried to fight alone but now she knows she doesn't need to do that. She has friends. She has family that will back her up no matter what. We won't leave her because we don't like her choices if that happens. Family doesn't do that without a second thought. So, Eric and AA have started a war with a member of my family...quite simply that's a mistake. And they'll figure it out soon enough. With regards to Psykle...he's not even worth it. I've fought Poe. I've fought Tytan. I've fought Davin Moreland. Pyskle's a fucking joke compared to them.
SFJ 3.14: Well that looks like everything on my list. Anything you'd like to add?
Alexander: Not tonight. I've got to get back in the ring or else tonight sure as hell won't sparkle for me.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Oct 15, 2011 1:26:37 GMT -5
"Dashing" Victor Dinero and "Dynamite" Danny Taylor are sitting at a table in the Destroyatorium discussing...um...business? And is it really discussing? Anyway, the doors burst open with GM Selena leading a pack of what seem like paparazzi.
GMSa-T: Smile for the camera Danny!
DVD: Selena, what is this?
DDT tries to hide his face. Selena goes over to him and pulls him up out of his chair as flashbulbs pop.
GMSa-T: D'uh, Vic, I thought you of all people would take advantage of Danny's big win!
Selena grabs Danny's face and forces him to smile as flashbulbs continue to pop.
DVD: Danny is not one for much publicity...
GMSa-T: C'mon Vickie! Danny is the future of the OOWF!
DVD: Vickie?
Selena places a tiara/crown thing on Danny's head. He actually seems to like it.
DVD: Selena, you are required to run things like this by me since I am his manager...
GMSa-T: Oh! Where is he?!
Selena runs behind the counter and grabs Shotglass. She rushes over and places Shotglass in Danny's arms as the flashbulbs continue to pop.
GMSa-T: We can't forget your cute little doggie!
Danny poses with Selena and shotglass and actually smiles.
GMSa-T: See! You're a natural. Get in here Vic! Smile for the camera!
DVD poses beside them as the flashbulbs pop fast er and quicker.
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