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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 9:51:05 GMT -5
Evans: Hold up, Sparxx, I’ll be right there. I’ve got a few more things that I wanna say.
LD: You still got something to say to us, pup?
E: Yeah, I think I do. I’ll admit that you may be a slightly more skilled wrestler than I am technically-wise, and I use that term loosely. But I believe it was a once-great guy who once coined the phrase “Work Smart, Not Harder.” Back before he went all batshit insane, that is.
LD: Whats your point?
E: My point is simply this. You may be slightly more talented than I am, again, the keyword there being slightly, but I’m not gonna risk losing my title to someone like you that has the mindset of not knowing when to quit. So you may be tired of, as you refer to us being, whiny little children, but we’re tired of old has-beens trying to reclaim some sort of former glory, such as you. Or in the case of Outback Jack, a never-was.
*Outback Jack goes to rush Evans, but Folz and Sparxx rush to his aid*
Yeah, you wanna back up there, old man? I wouldn’t mind making an example out of you, but for the respect of Sparxx, I’ll let it slide.
As for pretending to be wrestlers, next to you LD, we’re the most technically-skilled wrestlers in this whole fucking company, and you damn well know it. Also remember, that you’re not the only one who was brought up in some harsh conditions.
*the emotion fades from Evans’ eyes and voice*
So to you, we may be pups, but just remember. Even the most submissive of pups will tear you to shreds if you kick them hard enough.
We don’t fear you, and you won’t break us.
*The New Guard now turns to leave as we fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 9:51:41 GMT -5
Eric O' Mac and Attitude Adjuster are in a random generic wrestling location, apparently in the middle of a disagreement. We join that disagreement in progress.
EOM: ...so if you hit me in the head with that briefcase one more time...
AA: What? What? Are you going to Superkick me through a plate glass window? Leave me like Ricky left Robert. Like Rick left Tito? Like...
EOM: Are you about to repeat this entire promo? (http://mooseoowf.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=oowf0809&thread=441&page=3#9229)
AA: That was a good one, huh?
EOM: It was nearly three years ago! And you're a shell of yourself! Look at you! You're Virgil! Except you still can't find a damn Gonzaga jersey! You don't even promo anymore!
AA: I'm promotificating right now.
EOM: That was never a word! And this promo is a shell of what your promos use to be! Eco nearly cut you in half! Twice! I'm not even sure why I have you as my valet.
AA: I'm your manager.
EOM: No you're not! And whatever you are, you're not going to be if we don't defeat... We don't even know who we're facing this week! That's how far I've fallen because of you!
AA: Well, at least it's not Eco. He already has a match. As long as it's not Mierda Del Pollo Rudos, I'm cool. They were pretty tough.
EOM: That was you and Johnny under masks!
AA: Well, that just can't be. Because they beat us.
EOM: Everyone beat you two! I don't know how I ever got involved with you guys.
AA: Well, it all started when you paid me to get rid of Firewoman. But that didn't work out, so now...
EOM: I didn't mean right now!
AA: Oh.
EOM: That's it? Your next line was "Oh"? Man, you suck.
AA: I'm doing a promo. What are you doing?
EOM: Apparently having a disagreement with you in a generic wrestling location.
AA: At least I'm relevant again.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 14:11:38 GMT -5
FADE in on the (now much larger and more luxurious) locker room of the reigning OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton. Inside, resting on camp chairs (hey, I said it was “more luxurious” not Darling-esque... the guy used to sit on benches prior to this Championship) is said champion, his attaché/valet Martha Rodriguez and, via Skype, WWE Legend Kevin Nash.
MR: “I think we should build on Kevin’s promo from last night. In the OOWF, Stan, you’re the true measuring stick now. No offense to Texpress and the tag division, but in the singles division you’re the number one guy here.”
KN: “It’s all about showing the fans and the roster that you’re the best. You go out and make a point and then go out and win the match.”
SF: “I can work with that. No need to take a sledge to the back of Davin’s head. He’s been straight up with me since this started.”
KN: “Trips was straight up with me, until he wasn’t. Never turn your back on Davin. He could and he would do anything to win that title you carry. He’s a four time World Champion. He knows as much as anyone on this roster what it takes to win that.”
SF: “I don’t plan on taking Davin lightly. This might be, amongst all my different title defenses, my toughest.”
MR: “Kevin, I have a question for you. If Davin wants this so bad, why haven’t we heard from him since last week?”
KN: “My guess is he’s training his ass off. He’s on a bit of a losing streak. That’s not going to sit well with him. It wouldn’t with me.”
SF: “Me either. Plus he has a new daughter. Between those two things, it’s not surprising that he’s been quiet.”
KN: “So Mr. World Champion, what’s your game plan?”
SF: “As if I’m going to announce that in front of the INCs so Davin gets an advantage. Anything else, Martha?”
MR: “You’ve received a request from the Commissioner.”
SF: “Let me guess. She’s booking herself for a World Championship title shot? No, better yet, she’s booking me in a four-way dance for my Championship.”
MR: “None of the above. She’s looking for a running partner. Stank’s still on paid leave.”
SF: “Running? There’s no way I could keep up.”
MR: “Stank couldn’t at the beginning either.”
KN: “Couldn’t hurt to get in some cardio training, Stan. Davin’s going to push you to the endurance limit.”
SF: “Fine. What’s the weather like tomorrow?”
MR: (checking on her smartphone) “About twenty degrees and chance of snow.”
KN: “That Celsius?”
MR: “No. Fahrenheit.”
SF: “That’s nearly Summer weather in Minnesota. Sure, why not. I’ll meet her at 5AM outside the quote-unquote arena. What’s today’s agenda. I want to get in some fishing later after my training sessions. You did get that temporary license arranged, correct?”
MR: “All set. But after your morning training, there’s a press conference. Some Juneau media will be there. Then a fan meet-and-greet over lunch. After your afternoon workout, we’re meeting Chief Peter Johnston of the Teslin Tlinget Council of the First Nations.”
SF: “Cool. Does he fish? And that everything?”
MR: “There is one more thing.”
SF: “Don’t tell me.”
MR: “It’s OOWF New Employee Orientation week. You’re scheduled to speak at the dinner tonight and give Honcho Williams and Ricky Soaring Eagle your impressions of starting in this company.”
KN: “HA!”
SF: “I can't believe I’m working in this shithole.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 14:13:33 GMT -5
<Moose is in a locker room watching OOWFtv, Eco sits behind him, as always, stoic and silent>
Isn't that cute. Silver Spoon Alexis Darling doesn't fear me. Those Darlings have had it SO rough! They had a temper tantrum and walked away from Mommy and Daddy's millions......only......not so much. I have been in this business a long time little girl, and no matter HOW fucking good you are, you don't live the life of luxury that you two do on our salary alone. You are not fucking fooling anyone. You are still sucking at the family teat, and no amount of crocodile tears "ohh boo hoo, we had it SO fucking hard!" bullshit stories are going to change that. The SECOND you get bored with this life, you are right back into your old life like nothing happened.
As for bringing the darkness into your life? Bitch, you don't have the SLIGHTEST idea of what darkness is. Darkness is not not being able to take the family jet to the next show. Darkness is not having to wait an extra week to buy that $400,000 car. No, Little Girl, REAL Darkness is having HIM in your ear CONSTANTLY. Listening to HIM tell you how things are going to be. Darkness is having YOUR family abandon YOU. Oh it's REAL easy to just walk away, isn't it? You are all grown up now, you make your own decisions, you are going to do whatever the fuck YOU want.
But what about when the shoe is on the other foot? You know goddamn well mommy and daddy would take you back in a second, don't even pretend otherwise. But what about when your family disowns you? THAT is fucking darkness.
So this week, Alexis, Honcho, you can think whatever you want. He doesn't care about wins or losses. They don't matter. You can claim you have no fear, honestly, I don't care whether you fear us or not, that doesn't matter. I am going to tell you exactly what is going to happen. When the Saints of Sinners are announced, we are going to come to that ring, and we will not stop until you two are bloody. There is no other alternative. It is what He wants.
Darkness or not, you two are going to bleed and you two are going to suffer. You may not like it, but you are going to have to live with it.
He will accept nothing less.
<Moose cocks his head and closes his eyes and gets a strange grin on his face. The camera focuses on Eco's unchanging face, and we fade to black>
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 14:14:56 GMT -5
We're in the trailers outside the arena, and Psykle is training in the ring with some local talents. He's focusing on completing a top-rope piledriver, and so the local talents are all wearing protective helmets. IQ apparently does care enough to ensure no-one gets a concussion...unless it's Firewoman. As Psykle struggles to complete the piledriver against an opponent who is doing every thing possible to prevent it, IQ enters the trailer and watches.
Psykle: DAMN IT!
Psykle throws the guy down, and the guy scurries out of the ring, recognizing the onset of Psykle's rage. IQ climbs into the ring, walks over to Psykle and slaps him hard across the face. Psykle stands shocked for a minute, staring at IQ, and IQ backhands Psykle this time. Psykle reels from the backhand and charges at IQ, who sidesteps the charge and nails Psykle with a drop-toe hold, causing Psykle to faceplant on the mat.
IQ: What have I told you time and time again?
Psykle pounds the mat and tries to get up, only to find that IQ has laced in a grapevine around his leg, and is twisting his ankle, starting to cause extreme pain.
IQ: You're not getting up until I let you, so tell me, what have I told you time and time again?
Psykle is struggling to power out of the hold, but apparently IQ knows more about wrestling holds than we thought, as Psykle cannot get out of the hold. Finally he relents, and relaxes.
Psykle: You told me not to let the rage build to exploding point.
IQ: That's right. What else?
Psykle: You told me to release it a bit at a time, just like a pressure release valve.
IQ: Good. Now, let's go talk.
IQ release the hold, and Psykle and he stand up and walk to the nearby sofas and TV.
IQ: Did you watch the new video?
Psykle: Yea. Good stuff. A lot more for me to consider when I face the bitch this week.
IQ: Good. More knowledge is always more power.
Psykle: Not like I need more power.
IQ jerks his thumb towards the ring.
IQ: Power is not always physical, is it?
Psykle looks back towards the ring, and realizes what IQ means.
Psykle: No, I guess not. So what next?
IQ: Go get checked out by the docs, grab a massage, then more training.
Psykle: What about you?
IQ: Me? I've got a multi-trillion dollar empire to run besides this. I'm heading to the offices to get some work done.
Psykle: Oh, ok.
IQ heads out of the trailer as Psykle heads towards the doctor's office. Suddenly, Justin Sane pops up from behind a sofa.
Psykle: JESUS! How the hell did you get in here?
JS: I walked.
Psykle: And security just let you in?
JS: I told them I'd give them five dollars.
Psykle: *sigh* What are you doing here?
JS: Oh. Someone told me to give you this. Said it was from Fire.
Justin hands Psykle a package. Psykle opens it, and there is a DVD inside.
Psykle: What am I supposed to do with this?
JS: Watch it. But don't tell IQ.
Psykle: Why not?
JS: I dunno. That's just what I'm supposed to tell you.
Psykle: Anything else?
JS: I don't think so.
Psykle: You sure?
JS: Oh wait! Yea....can I borrow five bucks?
Psykle gets ready to nail Justin with a knockout punch, but thinks better of it, and instead pulls out two five dollar bills.
JS: I just wanted one....
Psykle: One for you, one for you to pay the security guards with.
JS: Oh, thanks.
Justin walks off with his two five dollar bills, as Psykle heads back over to the TV and puts the DVD in and we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 14:15:50 GMT -5
*Ghosthead stands by Brook's brook out in 25 degree weather. The water by the shore is iced over, but toward the middle of the brook the current flows north to south. Ghosthead stands with his hands in the pockets of his black leather trenchcoat. His hood pulled over his head. We approach from behind where we can see the icy white of Ghosthead's breath billow out with each exhale.*
GH - I know you are there so called ninja cameraman. I suppose it is my turn to promo about my match tomorrow with El Lobo Sangriento. Believe it or not Lobo, I do not hate you. What I will do to you tomorrow has little to do with emotion, and much to do with myself. I seek balance. The kind of corrupt balance that has haunted me for most of my life. The kind of balance that demands blood... that demands your defeat.
You see, you took something from me when last we fought in Mexico. I lost the match and ultimately the feud to you then, in injury. That loss was necessary, so I've been told, in order for me to improve... and improve I have. But the loss has stayed with me. It stains me.
*A low growl can be heard and is joined by two others. The camera pans around and we see three wolves on approach toward Ghosthead's position. The camera pans back around to Ghosthead and we see the white breath he breathes has now turned to black. The wolves run past the camera and pounce on Ghosthead, but come up empty, as the man seems to have disappeared out of his trenchcoat. The camera moves around rapidly looking for where Ghosthead might have gone. It comes back to where the wolves are tearing away at Ghosthead's trenchcoat. A voice is heard overhead in the trees.*
GH - Not this day.
*The camera pans overhead and Ghosthead drops down from the branches into the middle of the pack. He rolls and tosses one of the wolves into the camera. The camera shakes violently, and falls hard to the ground. As it lays on its side, it captures footage of the wolf running back into the thick of the woods. We can hear the growling and barking of the remaining wolves and their seeming struggle with Ghosthead.
A few more tense moments pass before the camera is lifted, and turned back toward the scuffle in time to see one wolf bolt away from Ghosthead and the other yelping as it rolls around in the icy cold brook seeking to clean off black mist sprayed into its eyes and snout. Ghosthead is on one knee breathing heavily, the white plumes of his breath hanging frostily in the air, and much more rapid now in the cold of the day. He stares at the wolf as it struggles to clean itself in the shallow, yet babbling, portion of the brook. Soon it slips across the icy portion toward the shoreline, and finally trots off into the woods, its tail slung low between its hind legs. Ghosthead rises to his feet. There are cuts and tears on his clothing. A bloody claw mark is scratched along his arm, but he is fortunate to have avoided being bitten. Ghosthead walks over to his coat and puts it back on. He pulls his hood back over his head and turns toward the camera.*
GH - Not today Lobo... nor tomorrow. This may be wolf country, but tomorrow... I will be the one on the hunt. I am the Ghosthead Killer, the Deathknell, your doom.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 15:58:40 GMT -5
*Fade in to the…arena…in Brooks Brook, where we find El–
ELS: Whoa there, Voiceover Guy. “The arena”? This arena doesn’t have a name? You don’t think the good people of Brooks Brook (cheap pop) would give you a cheap pop for calling it by name?
VG: Lobo, this place is so small it doesn’t even have a Wikipedia page. I have no idea what this arena’s called.
ELS: But we’re in the arena now.
VG: Yes?
ELS: And its name is on signage all over the inside and outside of the building.
VG: Oh. Right. Of course it is…
*Fade in to The Dam in Brooks Brook, where we find El Lobo Sangriento LOOKING~! at me smugly…
ELS: I can’t believe you went to Wikipedia before looking around you.
VG: What can I say? Internet age.
ELS: Ugh. Guess so. The upside is that I was able to catch Ghosthead’s promo online.
VG: Nice segue.
ELS: It’s what I do. And that? Taking on three wild wolves? That’s the sort of shit Ghosthead does. The guy’s nuts. When I said we had some dark matches, I didn’t mean they weren’t televised. I meant they were dark. Very dark. Ghosthead used to bring out the worst in me. I wanted to hurt him. I did hurt him. And he hurt me. It was vicious. But the injury that ended our feud? That wasn’t on me, and he knows it.
ELS: Ghosthead, you want a quick resolution? Go for it. You want to draw this out and get back to beating the holy hell out of each other? I’m game. But you don’t get to blame me for your shortcomings. You don’t get to tell the Wolfpack that I’m somehow responsible for putting you on the shelf. I didn’t take anything from you – you lost it. That’s on you.
ELS: When we meet up again tomorrow night at Mayhem, I’m expecting a war. Hell, I’m inviting a war. You want blood? I’ll see what I can do about that. Wolfpack out.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 17:37:07 GMT -5
CUT to a relatively nondescript locker room supposedly in Brooks Brook, Yukon Territory. Your OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton, is sitting in a folding camp chair. No one else is in the room... well, not counting the INC and Kayfabe is probably lurking somewhere.
Fulton is reading from a notebook; we’ll assume this is his speech he’s set to give at dinner.
“Ladies and gentlemen, fellow talent, employees and members of the OOWF Board of Directors. Thank you for the opportunity to speak to you tonight. Though many of you expect me to discuss the rigors and issues a new wrestler experiences in their first eighteen months of working here in the OOWF, I thought I’d diverge from that subject and discuss the direction this company is headed.
“I’ve only been the World Champion for nine days and had only one title defense, but I’ve held all the championships this company has to offer except the tag team titles. And I believe I will hold a share of the that Championship before long.
“And doing that in only a year and a half gives me a distinct viewpoint on what makes a champion. And why I am concerned over the talent that currently permeates the fabric of this great company.
“Not that long ago, the contenders for not only this World championship, but all of the titles the OOWF has to offer were wrestlers with a drive and hunger to be the best wrestler or brawler ever seen in this business.
“Now however, this company is more about what limo you take to the airport, what superpower you seem to possess or how much money you can show off with specially equipped training areas and luxury suites. The talent here is more interested in revenge for some imagined slight to their reputation. Or worse yet, becoming a cheesy soap opera with familial, drama-inducing spats and make-ups.
“Honcho Williams. Ricky Soaring Eagle. I can respect your desire to come work in the OOWF and take all that you can. I encourage you to step up and take what you want. Work hard for it; don’t believe you have a right to it. It’s a damn privilege and you’d better earn it.”
Fulton pauses and looks up from the pages.
“Shit. This sounds just like what Evans was preaching.”
Fulton tears the pages up and throws them to the floor. He grabs a pencil and starts again.
“I can't believe I’m working in this shithole.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 20:35:57 GMT -5
**Cut to L.D. Williams standing in front of a chalkboard.**
LDW: “Evans, Sparxx, I know you guys can barely read, much less do figures, so let Professor Williams give you a little math lesson. You boys like to harp on the fact that you’re younger than us, but for every year of youth to your advantage, Outback Jack and I have a year of experience that more than balances it out. Let me explain.
Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that you have a fifty percent chance of beating Fear Us. You don’t - not even close - but let’s start there anyway. If the you that exist now faced the us that existed when we were your age…well Jack was hunting gators and I was hunting people before we reached double digits, so we’d surely kick your asses. You’d have…say a twenty percent chance of beating us, if the sun got in our eyes or somthin’.
Now, if you were our age, and you faced us now…the way you run your mouths you’ll be lucky to live that long, but you might have a twenty percent chance of beating us, if you brought enough friends.
So you’ve got a twenty percent chance of a twenty percent chance of a fifty percent chance of beating us.
Add to that the fact that we’ve held the Tag Team Titles before…that’s gotta cut your chances in half..and you’ve got a fifty percent chance of a twenty percent chance of a twenty percent chance of a fifty percent chance of beating us - on your best day.
Fifty percent of twenty percent of twenty percent of fifty percent equals one percent - you’ve got a one percent chance of beating us. On the other hand - We have a fifty percent chance, against you now and an eighty percent chance against you when you’re our age. That’s one hundred and thirty percent. On top of that, the champion us’s have a fifty percent chance and the younger us’s have an eighty percent chance. That‘s another one hundred and thirty percent. So we have a two hundred and sixty percent chance of beating you.
Numbers don’t lie boys. You have a one percent chance and we have a two hundred and sixty percent chance. Which means, you have no chance.
**Outback Jack steps into the frame and belches loudly.**
OBJ: “Australian for ‘Adds up for me, mate.’”
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 20:59:54 GMT -5
*OOWF Interview Area*
Spencer Darling is standing by with her brother as the OOWF looks to get some words from the former champ as he prepares to face up-and-coming superstar, Dynamite Danny Taylor.
Spencer: Alex, tomorrow nigh you face the winner of the Imperial Onslaught and one half of the main event at our next PPV as he challenges Stan Fulton for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Any comments?
Alexander: A few weeks ago at our last PPV, I was in the ring with Danny Taylor and he and his partners won that battle, but after the match I told Danny, what I thought were words of advice. I'm not sure he took them as such based on his actions afterwards, but it was his choice to make and he made it. I've won the Imperial Onslaught before and had the same choice Danny had and I made the same one so I can't say it was a wrong choice, but his reasoning is wrong.
Spencer: Wrong how?
Alexander: This is just my opinion and I like Danny, but he's being held back. He claims he doesn't want this opportunity to take the OOWF's top prize being held over his head so he's going to cash in and get it out of the way. I give Danny all the credit in the world for taking Drink & Destroy from the brink of destruction and made it relevant once again. But he's better than being a tag team partner and he won't accept it.
Spencer: Why do you think you can judge Danny's decisions?
Alexander: I don't want to judge his decisions, but I've been where he was. Or where he thinks he is. Where foregoing individual accomplishments is better for the team goal. I sat back in Japan for as long as I could and allowed myself to be put down. I allowed Run DEA to make me into a glorified bodyguard. I've been where Danny is and the fact is, if Drink & Destroy are truly the friends he believes they are, they'd be pushing him instead of pulling him back.
Spencer: But how do you know Danny isn't happy with where he is now?
Alexander: I'm not saying he isn't happy...I'm saying there could be more. Danny wants to envision change in this company, but it's not something he can do while being protected by Jack and Lobo and Victor. If Danny is truly a beacon for the future of this company, he needs to step into the spotlight and embrace that position.
Spencer: Is that what your match tomorrow is about?
Alexander: Partly. If Danny is truly going to be a star, a champion in this company I am an obstacle he will have to overcome. And the reverse of that is true as well. I will not doubt Danny's ability in the tag team world and that's my goal. He's standing in the way of that so tomorrow is a test for both of us in a way.
Spencer: Is there a part of you considering using tomorrow's match as a stepping stone back into the OOWF World Title picture as well.
Alexander: You know, that's a good point. I lost that title at Hell on Earth and never got my rematch. That decision was by choice because I didn't feel the man who beat me for the title deserved the acknowledgement or recognition that comes along with defending that title. But Stan Fulton won that title in the center of the ring and is our current champ. Maybe, just maybe when the time is right I will acknowledge and recognize that he is the undisputed OOWF World Heavyweight Champion...but until I claim my rematch, that title will have a stain on it. And Stan, Davin, or Danny will have to realize that. But, no, tomorrow is not about a stepping stone back to the world title picture. Tomorrow is about teaching lessons.
Spencer: Some might say that your confidence is actually a sign of arrogance going into the match. How would you respond?
Alexander: I'm a confident person Spence. And I will not apologize for that. If Danny wants to step up to the big leagues and become a player, there are very few people in this company who are capable of showing him what it takes. I am one of those people. So, for Dynamite Danny Taylor as he walks into Midweek Mayhem, he needs to remember one thing, I am Alexander Darling. I am a 3-time OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. I have held that title longer than anyone EVER in this company. And well, he's just hoping to be.
BOOM, Danny!
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 21:05:14 GMT -5
Cut to Ecosystem and Moosehead Jack walking out in the parking lot when suddenly Eco is taken down with a combination chopblock/bulldog by Chris Evans and JP Sparxx. Moose turns and snarls, but unfortunately for him he turns right into a beautiful old school spinebuster courtesy of Matt Folz. Folz smiles and follows that up with a brainbuster, you can see Moose's head literally crashing down hard onto the hard floor. The New Guard grin, as JP and Evans work on Eco while Folz sits down next to a barely concious Moose.
MF: Hi Jack, how you doing? Now, I really wanted to stop this backstage/parking lot attack shit, but I figured this was the only way to really get your attention. You two might think we're doing this because you're two of the oldest of the old guard, and yeah, that's part of it. But really I just wanted to have a conversation with you where we wouldn't be interrupted. I just wanted to say what a damn shame it is that a man I used to respect... not like, not in the fucking least, but respect... to see that man turn into a total pussy. Oh sure, you still talk alot of shit, still make threats, but get you into the ring and what happens?
(Folz picks up Moose's Onslaught Title belt and stares at it)
MF: Do I want to be world champion someday? Of course. But this, THIS is my favorite title in the company. You know why? Because this is in my mind the pure wrestling title. You go through every great technical wrestler in this company, Hall of Famers and Future Hall of Famers, damn near all of them have held this belt and busted their fucking asses to give the fans their money's worth defending it. And what do you do? Every time you 'defend' this title, you piss all over that legacy. What you did last week against my boy JP was fucking embarrasing to this company.
Now, if you're too chickenshit to give him his well deserved rematch, let me pass on a message to you: I'll be back full time next week. And I will earn a shot at this title, and I will EMBARASS you while taking it from you. Try all the stalling, all the cheating you want, it won't help you. Because you and I both know that even at your very best and me at my very worst, you aren't even HALF the wrestler I am. I'll see you around Jack.
(Folz puts the Onslaught belt on the ground, picks Moose up, ANGLE SLAM right onto the belt) Folz, JP and Evans get into a nearby car and drive away as we FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 8, 2011 21:21:25 GMT -5
<security and medics help Moose to his feet. Moose is woozy, but manages to remain upright. After a few moments, he shoves the security away and staggers around the parking lot, holding his neck in pain>
MATTY FOLZ!!! MATTY FOLZ COME ON BACK!! YOU FORGOT TO FINISH THE JOB SON!!!! COME ON BACK!!!!
<Moose staggers some more and drops to his knees, still holding his neck. The paramedics start to approach, but Moose snarls at them and they retreat. Moose starts laughing his crazy laugh, but winces in pain>
Little Matty Folz, emboldened by the New Guard. Not so much as a fucking peep from him when he was on his own, but now? Now Matty Folz has something to say.
<Moose laughs again, still in pain>
Attack in the parking lot? Well done. Hell, I would do the same thing. Three on two? Well done, well played. But Matty.......you fucked up son, you didn't finish the job
<Moose reaches out and grabs the Onslaught title and drags it by his side>
Now, it you will allow me to rebut what I heard while my head was being split open.......do you honestly think I give a FUCK about the legacy of this title? Do you honestly think I give a FUCK about you? Matty Folz, you and I have history, on both sides of the ring.......you want to come back and take a crack at my title? Be my fucking guest. As far as to HOW I defend my title? Fuck you. I am sorry you are too fucking stupid to take advantage of the rules as champion. You want to fight with "honor".......you are a goddamn mercenary, so take your righteous indignation and stick it up your ass.
You want some Folz? You want your boy Sparxx to get a shot? As you proved tonight, I am not a hard man to find. You blood will be just as good to Him as anyone else. The thing of it is Folz? I am the champion, you want this? You play by MY rules
<Moose struggles to his feet, still holding his neck, and staggers off into the night, still laughing like a madman>
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 10:12:21 GMT -5
CUT to a random hallway (as opposed to a hallway of random encounters, which because the sponsorship ran out we cannot mention) and the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton is ~OMG!! WALKING!!!
A random journalist cuts the Champ off.
SFJ66: "Crusher! Did you see the latest set of promos?"
SF: "I did."
SFJ66: "And?"
SF: "What did you want me to say?"
SFJ66: "Do you have a response?"
Fulton sighs; it's been a long day.
SF: "Fine. Alexander Darling?"
Fulton holds up the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship title belt.
SF: "I'm right here. Get in line. 'Can't be a true champion' without your acknowledgment or claim to a rematch? Geez; and I thought Davin was full of himself. Listen Mr. Firewoman, I participated in a fully OOWF sanctioned World Championship match. And won. Twice in that match as a matter of fact. So you can take your sanctimonious pomposity and shove it. I am the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. Like it or not. Now if you want to claim a rematch, be my guest. I think there's an opening in March on a Mayhem. I don't plan on defending the title against has-beens on a pay-per-views.
"Folz, Evans and Sparxx. Though I may not understand or even condone where Moose is heading, what you did was out of line. The man is already not right in the head and you dropped his head on the concrete? Are you trying to get us all killed? Geez."
Fulton turns away, walking into the stage lights his World Championship hanging from one hand as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 10:13:42 GMT -5
*Simone Mann sips her morning coffee and opens her laptop to log onto the OOForums. She clicks over to the Current Events thread and is surprised to find an early OOfficial Midweek Mayhem Ratings and Discussion thread for 11/9/11.* ________________________________________________________OO Nation: All discussion pertaining to Midweek Mayhem (airing November 9, 2011) should be done in this thread. It will remain pinned near the top of the Current Events section for the remainder of the week and to co-opt a line from Stan Fulton "I can't believe I used to run this shithole." In discussing the program, we'd love it if you shared your numerical rating for the show (from a low of 0.0 to a high of 5.0, in any increment of one-tenth of a point). For full details on the ratings scale and how to join in on this informal "Battle of the Brands," please be sure to check out the OOfficial Guidelines for TV Ratings/Discussion Threads. Tonight on Mayhem: we have an OOWF World Title match between Davin Moreland and the Champ "The Crusher" Stan Fulton. It would seem the OOWF is full steam ahead with a Stan Fulton run after a successful World Title defense last week. There is no reason to expect Moreland to pick up World title win number five tonight, though it should still be a fun match. Eric O'Mac is likely not done with playing in the main event. Let us not forget his promise to hold the World Championship for a full year. (Stank holds the current longest individual reign at nearly 7 months.) Eric's plan so far has been derailed by "The Crusher" picking up title win number one back at the pay per view. Stan is riding high off of a great year and Eric most certainly is not going to take that good year rolling along at his expense. Look for O’Mac to make his feelings known on this matter sometime tonight after he and Attitude Adjuster finish with their underwhelming mystery opponents (at least I think they will be underwhelming because my inside sources have not so much as a whiff of anyone the least bit compelling in this role... possibly Stank and someone else if I attempted a guess, but sources say he is still at home in Atlanta as of this writing which wouldn’t put him in the building in time for curtain jerk duty.) Speaking of Stank, the OOWF has not officially announced his return. He has signed a new contract with the company, but they haven't indicated when he'll be back... sadly, this only enhances my antsiness (as discussed previously in the Doomy Doomy Doom Doom recap) over whether or not Stank's next chapter in the OOWF will rule as much as the previous ones; the previous ones worked because fans easily bought into Stank's bluster culminating in an intense feud with Alexander Darling (helping to legitimize Alex along the way.) I would hate to see that white hot feud end but I know someone else who could use legitimizing by feuding with Stank... Chris Evans. The New Guard story SHOULD be trying to play out as a WRESTLING INDUSTRY story, hopefully roping in lapsed WRESTLING FANS back into caring about wrestling... Much like the CM Punk story was SUPPOSED to do in the WWE. Up til recently, it was a story that played out on OOWF TV in the standard OOWF ways... who's at fault? Evans hasn't caught the perfect foil to his movement thus far and Stank has nothing to do until he's back into the main event... Sounds like a perfect recipe to finally get this New Guard thing kicked into a higher gear. Evans has expressed respect for Stank in the past which sort of sours hostilities between the two, though hostilities may not be necessary making the story interesting and compelling, rather than bland, and one dimensional. At any rate, one or the other should change the script on this front soon. Evans group, despite their reasonable stand, are seen as heels. If Chris were to call out a returning Stank this might push the big man back toward being something he hasn't been for a while... a face... which has been a constant undertone in crowd response to Stank anyway. I think for the New Guard to target Stank and a possible Stank pairing with... Davin Moreland perhaps…? would again be a compelling direction for the OOWF to go. No reason Davin can't operate in the main event and help Stank elevate the New Guard as well. This is not to say the New Guard hasn’t taken some strides in stepping up. I particularly enjoyed Matt Folz’s attack on Johnny Jack Quinn yesterday, but it was not exactly Earth shattering. It was nice to see Folz and the New Guard take it to Eco and Moose, but let’s see if Matt can keep it up. Elsewhere: we know there will be a match for the OOWF Tag Team Championships with The Flying Hawaiians vs Texpress. These two teams mesh well together and I'm calling it early as the match of the night with Texpress retaining. No reason to give away a Flying Hawaiian victory for the straps on free TV. Also tonight, Firewoman will have her hands full when she faces Psykle. The Commissioner coming out on top is the only thing that would make a lick of sense, so my next thought is, "Does Fire chasing her brother Moosehead Jack for the Onslaught title work better or worse if her real life relationship with Alexander Darling is made part of storylines?" I don’t know... my guess is that we will be seeing a kick ass match between El Lobo Sangriento and Ghosthead, and based on their previous work in Mexico, that's just fine by me. They probably won't get enough TV time tonight to fully show what they can do; So I'm willing to bet they kill it at the next PPV, taking match of the night honors (if not year) at that time. Just you wait and see folks... A little over a month ago, all signs pointed to a Moosehead Jack vs. Ecosystem feud; now, Moose is Onslaught Champion and he's teaming with Ecosystem in some sort of unholy matrimony. The OOWF announced that at mayhem tonight they will face a game Alexis Darling and Honcho Williams... likewise, Chris Evans and J-P Sparxx will face “Old Guard’s” LD Williams and Outback Jack. Evans is the IC Champ (I sincerely keep forgetting that fact, which is a testament to (a) how bland the New Guard is right now and (b) how awesome my fantasy booking earlier would severely help), without a clearcut opponent. Chris is capable, but maybe Sparxx should be leading them. Out of the three members, Sparxx is the only one I see giving a voice to this New Guard thing that the crowd will respond to without any sense of apathy... The IC Title is getting lost in the New Guard angle and it isn't really needed. El Lobo would seem to be a very good answer to the IC Title situation, and a feud with Ghosthead over that title would again be... kick ass... or We could inject LD Williams into the IC scene. He recently had a great match with Chris Evans and came out the victor. LD is "Old Guard" and an extended feud with Chris could also help the New Guard angle. If it seems I'm spending an inordinate amount of time discussing the New Guard, it's only because my expectations for this angle have fallen well below where I THINK they SHOULD be. Chris, J-P, and Matt are three men capable of bringing the awesome based on past performances. There is no reason this angle should not be working... but it isn't. Finally, Drink & Destroy. I mentioned El Lobo, but Danny Taylor seems to have a story brewing by cashing in his Imperial Onslaught win. He wants the Champion at the next Pay-per-view. Stan has already declared he will be champ and is looking forward to facing DDT. That would be fresh and entertaining if it were to come to pass so no objections here. Danny Taylor’s opponent tonight will be Alexander Darling who has already stated his intention of being an impediment to DDT’s progress toward becoming champ (ironically following some of the same, audacious, logic Stank did when confronting Alex as champ.) Outback Jack is being courted by Moose and Eco and if successful we might see OBJ as something HE hasn't been for... well ever, really... a heel. That could be interesting, but do any of us honestly believe OBJ has what it takes to betray D&D? He's not like Stank who has played both sides for most of his career. When Stank did it, it was shocking, but not inconceivable despite him being a founding member. Outback Jack??? I don't see it. Only time will tell. The flOOr is yours, OO Nation. Let your voice be heard and your thoughts on Brand Supremacy be known. Don't wait till after 11pm to post, either. Pre-show previewing and prognosticating is certainly welcome. So discuss, debate, and rate!_______________________________ DemonAlto: I guarantee Moosehead Jack will mention Alexander Darling. _______________________________ Elkheadjones: I guarantee Alex Darling will wake up next to Firewoman and they will cry together. ________________________________ DemonAlto: Oooh you really got me there. Whatever shall I do? ________________________________ Peddlefeet: Go away? _________________________________ JC Queen: Rodney says: "Can't we all just get along?" __________________________________ S Child Colts 18: In case anyone is interested the 45th annual CMA awards will be airing on FOX. __________________________________ DemonAlto: That's a joke, right? ___________________________________ Peddlefeet: You're a joke, right? ___________________________________ DemonAlto: Ped do us all a favor and just kill yourself already, m'kay? ___________________________________ Kris aint Bad 316: quote: originally posted by JC Queen: ---------------------- Rodney says: "Can't we all just get along?" ---------------------- This. ___________________________________ bOOb: I think we can all safely say that this thread has nowhere to go but down from here. ___________________________________ teenangst: This thread reeks of the dying days of WCW ___________________________________ Deathtowalk: Your mom reeks of the dying days of WCW. ___________________________________ teenangst: quote: Orignally posted by Deathtowalk:-------------------- Your mom reeks of the dying days of WCW. -------------------- This. ____________________________________ OORick: Truly this is the most scintilating wrestling insight, analysis, and discussion available on all the intarwebz, and I'm overcome with joy just to be associated with it. Keep it up, boys... The Rick ________________________________________________________*And on that bombshell, Simone Mann logs off her computer.*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 10:17:44 GMT -5
Ricky Soaring Eagle is sitting inside the commissioners office. we seem to have caught them in mid-conversation
".... I'm still having a problem getting any of our enhancemnet talent up here. Not sure if you will be wrestling this week or not. "
"I was told I would be wrestling this week. Why else would I have made the trip this ridiculously far north?"
"I told you I'm working on it. You'll just have to hold on until I'm sure"
"You know, I heard Mr. Evans and his cronies talk about being held back."
"I wouldn't take anything he says seriously"
"Then I hear the world champion say I should take what I want. I want to fight, to wrestle. So I think..."
And with that he grabs her and drags her across the desk. In one fluid motion, he lifts her up, and slams her through her desk. he drags her into the hallway where a referee is walking by.
"You! Get your ass over here and count!"
"1..2...3 New DDTironmanheavymetal champion.....Umm......"
Ricky grabs the referee and send him flying down the hall into some storgae boxes. He grabs the ddt belt.
"Ricky Soaring Eagle. I'm sure my actions will have consequences. I welcome them. I am not here to sit idly by. I came here to fight. Perhaps now I will get my damn match. "
he walks down the hall dragging the belt behind him and the screen cuts away
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 10:29:58 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is drinking coffee at the counter at Ric’s. Attitude Adjuster walks by, and stops dead when he sees L.D.**
AA: “YOU!”
**AA lumbers across the diner and dives at L.D. Williams dodges, reaching back to yank his coffee out of the way as AA sails over the counter and slams into the floor. AA rolls to his feet and lunges at L.D., who backpedals.**
AA: “Give. It. BACK!”
LDW: “Give what back?”
AA: “You know damn well what, you son of a bitch! Give it BACK!”
LDW: “What?”
AA: “What?”
LDW: “What.”
AA: “What?”
LDW: “What?”
RF: “Whoooo!”
**AA and Williams both look at Flair.**
RF: “Sorry - got caught up in the moment.”
LDW: “Honestly AA, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
AA: “The Box o’ Promos.”
LDW: “What about it?”
AA: “You have it. It’s mine. Give it back.”
LDW: “I don’t have the box of promos.”
AA: “Yes you do.”
LDW: “No, I don’t.”
AA: “You have to.”
LDW: “I have to?”
AA: “That’s what I said.”
LDW: “I haven’t seen the box in ..I don’t know how long.”
AA: “Bull. I know you. You can’t promotificate your way out of a wet paper bag with a map and a chainsaw, but suddenly you have promos that are almost entertaining. Nowhere near what the Chickenshit Heels did, but still way out of your league. Ergo, you have the Box o’ Promos.”
LDW: “If I did have it, and I don’t, what do you need it for?”
AA: “Have you SEEN what I’ve been reduced to? Arguments in generic wrestling locations? We were kings, I tell you, KINGS! I can’t go on like this. I NEED that BOX!”
LDW: <sighs> “AA, I don’t have it, I swear. Sure, last time I had it I kept a couple scraps for a rainy day, but I’m tapped out. I used ‘em all. But…”
AA: “What? What? WHAT??”
RF: “WHOOOOoooo - sorry.”
LDW: “The last time I saw the Box o’ Promos, Justin Sane had it.”
**Without a word, AA vaults the counter and runs out. Chuckling, Williams picks up his stool and resumes drinking his coffee as we**
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 12:22:25 GMT -5
Firewoman gets up from her desk, dusts herself off and glares after Ricky Soaring Eagle. She grabs a slab of wood, with a pointy end to it from the ruins of her desk.
FW: I shopped everywhere for that I really REALLY loved that desk.
She cocks her head as if listening to someone talking. She starts down the hallway after Ricky ... or Eagle...or....hm....that guy, wiht the pointy piece of wood in her hand. She's just ready to round the corner into the Hallway of Random Encounters, when she shakes her head, and appears a bit more lucid.
FW: Nope. Not listening to you anymore, remember?
She goes back to her office, and looks at the ruins of her desk. She searches around the papers and finds a file. She gets her phone, sits down in her chair, and dials.
FW: Hey, .... yeah, long time...........Selena wanted me to call you personally.........................no no.....I'm better........mostly.......yeah, sorry about all that......look.....If you're still interested, I have just the thing in mind for you..........
The INC fades, as apparently we don't televise contract negotiations, as Fire glares again out the doorway.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 15:19:11 GMT -5
*Davin and Moonbeam are in front of a brick wall before an OOWF Banner unfolds behind them. Moony's about to ask a question, but Davin simply asks for the mic, and she hands it over.*
DM: Stan Fulton. Tonight you have the opportunity to validate your championship, by defending it, in front of people, against the greatest Ex-champ of all-time. See, normally? I would just put you over and elevate you, like I've spent my entire career doing - but in this particular case, I regret to inform you that My Championship is coming home with Me.
DM: Stan Fulton. I have given you lots of shit since joining. This much is true. Davin plays lots of head games with people. Davin likes to...well...ok, you're from Minnesota, right? Let's do a curling analogy. Stan, you're good. You throw rocks with good speed. You curl to the house really well. Ok? See, Davin does that too; but what always gets lost is...Davin always has the hammer to finish the end.
DM: That's right. You see, I made my intentions so blatant this time; that I wasn't taken completely serious. But then again, it worked out exactly like I said it would, didn't it? Davin dreamed it. Davin did it. And tonight, I'm going to finish the job, Stan.
DM: It's not personal, so people aren't going to tune in as if this were some big blood feud. But they will tune in. "Davin Moreland has a World Title Shot Tonight" is usually enough. So tonight, we're going to pack this, uh, dam, and while it might not be a lot in terms of live gate - Go ahead and check out what we do for TV numbers tomorrow. Check out the 15-minute splits, and correlate that to when you and I wrestle tonight.
DM: More eyeballs will be watching you in the ring tonight, Stan, than you have ever begun to dream of before. Some of that is because of you and what you've done. More of that is because Davin Moreland is wrestling for the Big Belt tonight. I've been in matches like this. On PPV and on Mayhem. Dozens of them. I'm used to pressure. I'm used to expectations. At this point in my career, I thrive on it. I live for it. The more I'm expected to accomplish, the more amped I am to get the job done. That way, the people aren't disappointed, and they'll tune in next week and maybe buy a t-shirt.
DM: Yeah, that's still where my mind is, Stan. Growing this company. Appealing to more and more people worldwide. This has been my mission since I was Assistant GM, so many years ago. And do you know what I determined over that time, Stan? I'll let you in on a secret.
DM: As Davin Moreland goes, so goes the OOWF.
DM: That's not just "Davin Being Davin". That's not a boast. That's the quantifiable, empirical fact. By every possible metric, merch sales, endorsements, segment ratings - I'm number 1, by a large margin. What Davin Moreland does affects OOWF more than any other person here, talent or otherwise.
DM: So what is in the long-term best interest of OOWF? Is it putting over yet another World Champ who has been rushed to the title because some people have "won it too much"? No. And any statistic bears that out. Eric's "title reign" was an absolute farce. We both know that. Ratings went off a cliff, because he wasn't a believable champion. But do you know who is?
DM: That's right. Davin Moreland.
*Moonbeam hands Davin some charts and papers*
DM: I took the liberty of running some projections. Based on my past title reigns, Davin Moreland as World Champion would increase ratings by at least 35% overnight; and if you look at my previous title reigns, no matter how terribly I was booked, I had the best ratings of any champion in the History of the Company.
DM: Yet, I've been criminally wasted over that time. It's tough to stay motivated, sure, but that's the nature of the business, I guess. Take someone who you KNOW can do everything he's asked, and put him in the position of greatest need for the company. But I'll be 35 on Friday. My time for jobbing for jobbing's sake is over. I have my family to think about. Our future. And moreover, the future of this company.
DM: So what have we learned? Davin Moreland is the best thing to ever happen to OOWF. Davin Moreland is by far the lead star across all OOWF programming. Davin Moreland generates the most revenue for OOWF. All of these truths actually increase, when Davin Moreland is the World Champion.
DM: So it's nothing personal, Stan. I'm quicker, I'm probably stronger, I'm a better technical wrestler. I'm a better brawler. I'm a better garbage wrestler. There just isn't one thing you do better than I do. There's a reason I attached myself to you for this title shot, Stan. I know I'm a terrible matchup for you. Everyone else, you have no problems with, but me? I'm your worst nightmare matchup. I knew this. I think you knew this. To your credit, you gave me a title shot anyway. That alone makes you a better Champion than Eric O'M.I.A.
DM: But the fans demand it. The company wants it to happen. So do the sponsors. Most importantly, I want my title back, and I will stop at nothing - repeat - NOTHING to get it.
DM: So it's not just Stan Fulton vs. Davin Moreland tonight for the World Heavyweight Championship. It's Stan Fulton against the entire wrestling community - Internet and Otherwise. That's one hell of a Handicap Match, Stan. And as I'm sure you well know, I'm not above using any advantage at my disposal to win.
DM: So win I will, Stan. I just wanted to let you know why I'm going to win, so you don't second-guess or question yourself afterwards. It's not you. It's me. Davin Moreland. The Next OOWF Heavyweight Champion of the World. Cock a doodle doo, motherfucker!
*They go to leave, but Moony stands on her tiptoes to whisper something to Davin first*
DM: Oh, and Luc? If there's anything I can do to help beat the living piss out of that fucking fraud Chris Evans? You've got my number, man.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 15:20:08 GMT -5
*Firewoman's Office*
There's a knock on the door as Fire is sitting in her chair trying to clean up the remnants of her desk. She looks up and sees two delivery men standing there.
Firewoman: Can I help you?
Delivery Man 1: We have a delivery for a, and I quote "Best Commissioner in OOWF History, Lisa Quinn Darling.
Firewoman: That's me. Who's it from?
Delivery Man 2: The order is from a Mr. Alexander Darling. Let us clean up this mess and we'll bring the new desk in.
There's a slight time lapse as the two very buff delivery men clean up the mess and begin to make room in the office for the new desk. Selena has come by to see what the commotion is and she and Fire sit down silently as they watch the two men work. Finally a custom made Italian Marble desk is brought into the room and and Fire sees that's it has a Fire-esque design on it with flames and stuff. She smiles as the desk gets set up. Finally the two delivery men exit and Selena quickly makes her exit as she calls Poe to find out why she doesn't have a custom designed unbreakable desk.
There's another knock on Fire's door as she organizes her new desk. She motions for the person to come in without looking up.
Alexander: Good, it got here already.
Firewoman: How did you know I'd need a new desk? This had to take months to design and get built and all that?
Alexander: I had it built your first day as commissioner since I knew you'd be awesome at it. I was saving it for your birthday, but the future corpse Mr. Soaring Eagle made me deliver it quicker.
Firewoman: It's amazing. Thank you. But as much as I want to go after him, it's not the right thing to do. He's just doing what we used to do and I can't hold it against him.
Alexander: Fire, listen to me. You're on the right track and you're dong great but this path...the journey you've joined me on. It's not a path of saints and angels. We have darkness within us, the point is to harness that and don't let it consume us. We don't have to allow people to attack us without consequences. That's never been my goal and it doesn't need to be yours.
Firewoman: So, you're saying it'd be okay if I burned Ricky Soaring Eagle to a cinder...
Alexander: Maybe not to that level. But there are consequences for going after the Darlings. All of us.
Firewoman: I'll keep that in mind, but I'm okay and the time will come for Ricky to deal with me. But tonight it's about Psykle and Danny. You ready?
Alexander: I am. Are you?
Firewoman: I am, but I have more work to do. So shoo, I'll meet you before the show for dinner.
Alexander leans over and kisses Fire on the forehead as he heads out.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 21:59:56 GMT -5
Former TNA World Heavyweight Champion James Storm walks through.
JS: Man. Stealing and corrupting my catchphrase?! Not been my week."
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 22:00:35 GMT -5
Rabbit Mask arrives at the arena, and is approached by a talking mic-stand just seconds after walking through the doors.
TMS: Rabbit Mask.
RM: Call me Usagi, kudasai.
TMS: Ok, Usagi. Just a couple questions, then you can be on your way.
RM: Yes, ok.
TMS: Most importantly, are you back under contract with the OOWF?
RM: The goal is to sign a new contract tonight. If the fine print is free of deception, I will sign. I hope to wrestle my return match next week.
TMS: And we look forward to seeing it! Do you have an opponent in mind?
RM: Well, I have received word of a newcomer acting out a bit. I would like to put him in his place; but any match, I will settle for. I am most eager to show the fans my new abilities.
TMS: What new abilities?
RM: After leaving the OOWF years ago...
TMS: Oh, yes! Sorry to interrupt, but if I may...
RM: Yes, go on.
TMS: What caused you to leave in the first place?
RM: Oh, several little things. Most of all, I just felt I wasn't being used to my full potential. So, I went to work in Japan to hone my skills, which has given me very much improvement in the ring. I am now more dominant and stronger than ever, and I am very much looking forward to proving this.
TMS: What about the flips? Can you still do all those crazy flips?
RM: I still possess the ability, yes, but prefer to limit my use of it. This is something else I was taught to do while wrestling in Japan. Now, if you don't mind, there is a question I would like to ask you.
TMS: Certainly, Usagi.
RM: I am looking for Commissioner Firewoman's office. Would you know where to find it?
TMS: Yes, but I believe she is out at the moment.
RM: I will take the directions and meet her immediately following the show.
The talking mic-stand provides Rabbit Mask with directions, then he starts on his way as the screen fades to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 9, 2011 22:01:01 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Brooks Brook, Northwest Territory Canada RICKY SOARING EAGLE vs. MATTY ALOUETTEOOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion Ricky Soaring Eagle attacks Matty Alouette before the bell, which draws heavy boos from the crowd. RSE pummels Alouette from pillar to post, beating him down with punches and kicks, then nearly decapitating him with a short clothesline. Soaring Eagle stands and glares at the crowd, who continues to boo him loudly, then leaves the ring and heads to the top rope. As Alouette stands, Soaring Eagle drops an elbow down across the bridge of his nose, Alouette drops to the mat, blood pouring from what is clearly a broken nose. Soaring Eagle pulls him to his feet, sends him to the ropes, then catches him on the rebound with an overhead release belly to belly suplex that sends Alouette out of the ring, and crashing down on the ramp coming to the ring. The crowd goes quiet as Alouette may well be dead. Soaring Eagle shows zero concern for his well being and pulls the popular Canadian star up and throws him back into the ring and hits the RETURN TO THE EARTH, then quickly locks the CACTUS THORN on a clearly beaten Alouette. Alouette taps quickly and this one is mercifully over. Soaring Eagle keeps the move on, pulling back harder until the referee is about to reverse the decision, then he lets go, leaves the ring, grabs his title, and walks to the back ignoring the loud boos. WINNER in 5:44 – Ricky Soaring Eagle ERIC O’MAC & THE MASKED HEEL vs. YUKON CORNELIUS & GORDY LEFLEURCornelius and LeFleur are out first, and get cheered loudly. They lead the crowd in a singing of “Oh Canada” which does nothing to decrease their popularity. Eric O’Mac is announced, and he comes out with…..The Masked Heel. Really AA? That is the best you can do these days? Guess Attitude Adjuster is still concerned about those open charges against him. Anyway, Eric and Atti…..The Masked Heel attack the faces, and we get a typical heel beat down of the faces. The Masked Heel has things under control, and calls for the CLAW on Cornelius (still totally NOT Attitude Adjuster though) when Cornelius kicks free and makes the hot tag to LeFleur. LeFleur comes in like a house on fire and cleans house. He gets several near falls on The Masked Heel, before TMH finally crawls to the corner and makes the desperation tag to Eric. Eric turns to The Masked Heel and tells him to just stand on the apron and don’t DO anything. Eric gains the upper hand through nefarious means and uses his experience to nail LeFleur and Cornelius with brass knuckles while the ref isn’t looking. He hits the MAC ATTACK on LeFleur and gets the one, two, three. WINNERS in 10:25 – Eric O’Mac & The Masked Heel GHOSTHEAD vs. EL LOBO SANGRIENTOLobo gets a loud ovation from the crowd, Ghosthead does not. The match quickly degenerates into an all out fight between the two men, with several legitimately stiff looking punches landing. The match spills out of the ring and around ringside. The referee appears to be on the verge of losing control completely when Lobo throws Ghosthead back into the ring and tries to make it a wrestling match. Given Lobo’s background of Onslaught rules matches, this is quite a departure from the norm. The two men tear into one another, with neither able to keep a hold applied for long. The match spills out of the ring again, and up the ramp to the back. The referee knows he has no chance of getting them back and calls for the no contest after almost fifteen minutes of brawling. WINNER – No Contest in 14:42 Security comes out to separate the two and just when it looks like order has been restored, Ghosthead breaks free, charges at Lobo and sprays the BLACK MIST! Lobo ducks it, and a Chris Cole, long time OOWF wrestler, and now OOWF road agent, gets the mist right in the eyes! Cole falls to the floor writhing in pain. Ghosthead shows no emotion as he is led away to the back. Lobo calls for medics and the crowd is hushed. FIREWOMAN vs. PSYKLEThe introductions for both are over, and the match begins. The match is a typical back and forth match, it actually almost falls under Onslaught rules, even though that was not an official stipulation on the match. Whenever Psykle gains the upper hand, IQ screams for him to break Fire, but before he ever can, Fire does something to either escape, or gain the upper hand herself. Fire uses her speed to keep the much larger Psykle off balance, and actually manages to ground him with a well placed superkick/legsweep. But Fire goes for the BEST FIRESAULT EVER a little too soon and Psykle rolls out of the way and Fire crashes and burns. Psykle pulls her up and hits the PSYCHO DRIVER! Psykle moves for the cover, but IQ hops onto the apron and screams for the TOP ROPE PILEDRIVER! Psykle grabs Fire and climbs the ropes. IQ is beside himself with joy as it looks like Psykle is going to break Fire’s neck, but at the last possible second, Fire shows that she was playing a little possum and SNAPS Psykle to the mat with a SUPERCARANA! Fire rolls Psykle up and gets the one, two, three! WINNER in 13:56 – Firewoman Fire bails out of the ring and heads to the back, inside the ring, IQ is LIVID and he is berating Psykle mercilessly. They head to the back, but IQ is clearly not happy at all. SAINTS OF SINNERS vs. HONCHO WILLIAMS & ALEXIS DARLINGHoncho and Alexis are announced first, and they wait in the middle of the ring for Moose and Eco. The Saints of Sinners are announced and true to their word, they storm the ring. Moose has Happy DethBat, and as soon as he gets in the ring, he ducks a clothesline from Honcho and buries it in Honcho’s midsection, doubling him over in pain, and drawing the immediate disqualification! WINNERS in :04 – Alexis Darling & Honcho Williams Just because the bell rings does not mean the action stops. Moose grabs Honcho by the back of the head and slams his face into the barbed wire bat, then throws him out of the ring to the floor. Eco and Alexis brawl around the ring, Alexis seems to be getting the upper hand when Eco reaches into his tights and pulls out some white powder and throws it in her eyes! Alexis staggers around the ring, and Eco grabs a chair and SLAMS it on Alexis’ head. Alexis crumples to the mat and Eco stands over her glaring at her, as blood streams from the top of her head down her forehead and cheek. Outside the ring, Honcho fights back and catches Moose with a punch to the back of the neck that staggers him a bit. Moose grabs a bottle as Honcho approaches and smashes it upside Honcho’s head. Williams goes down in a heap. Moose grabs a piece of the jagged glass and grabs Honcho and is about to slice his already bloody face, when Matt Folz, J-P Sparxx and Chris Evans rush to ringside. Moose quickly assesses the situation and hops the barricade into the decidedly hostile crowd and beats a retreat. Inside the ring, Eco pulls a scalpel from his boot and looks down at Alexis who is just now starting to stir. He drops to one knee and grabs Alexis by the hair and is about to put the blade to her throat when Alexander Darling races to the ring. Eco falls to the mat and rolls under the ropes, and hops the guard rail and escapes into the crowd as well. Honcho is finally to his feet, he shakes the cobwebs free and realizes who is there. He just shakes his head and takes a step back ready for a fight, but Evans, Folz and Sparxx back off without a fight and head up the ramp, ignoring the Darlings……for now. ALEXANDER DARLING vs. DANNY TAYLORDarling remains in the ring, and Danny is announced. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands, the bell rings and the match is underway. Danny shows how far he has come in the last few years by hanging with former world champion Alexander Darling. As the match progresses, you can see Darling become more and more impressed with Danny. The match passes the thirty minute mark and neither man has been able to keep the advantage for long, and even more impressively, no one has been able to get more than a one count. The match continues along and Danny catches Alex going for the PHOENIX SPLASH too soon. He catches him on the top rope and POWERBOMBS him to the mat. As soon as Darling hits, Danny tries a keylock for the submission, but Alex makes it to the ropes. The match continues on, with Danny in charge. Danny tries for the DYNAMITE DROP, but he takes a fraction of a second to motion for the move, and Alex is able to slip behind him and rolls him up from behind and a stunned Danny kicks out just a second too late, and Alex gets the three count! WINNER in 43:47 – Alexander Darling After the match, both men get to their feet, Danny looks disappointed, but the two shake hands, and Danny raises Alex’s hand and gets a rousing ovation from the crowd. CHRIS EVANS & J-P SPARXX vs. OUTBACK JACK & LD WILLIAMSEvans and Sparxx attack before the bell, but Jack and LD fend them off and the Old Guard send the New Guard to the floor to regroup with Matt Folz. They come back into the ring and the match settles down a bit, but LD and OBJ seem to have clicked back to their old ways. LD sets up for the CANADIAN DESTROYER, but Matt Folz jumps into the ring and attacks him from behind, immediately drawing the disqualification. WINNERS in 9:11 by disqualification - LD Williams & Outback Jack Sparxx, Folz and Evans continue the assault, Evans SLAMS his Intercontinental title upside LD’s head, sending him to the mat, a bloody mess. Sparxx KILLS Jack with the INSTANT REPLAY and as he turns to fall, Folz SLAMS him in the face with a chair! Folz grabs Jack and locks in the ANKLE LOCK while Sparxx and Evans set Williams up for a SPIKE PILEDRIVER! Before they can hit it, Danny Taylor and El Lobo Sangriento hit the ring and the New Guard bail and escape. TEXPRESS vs. THE FLYIN’ HAWAIIANS – OOWF World Tag Team Title MatchThese two teams go to war once again. The match is back and forth because honestly, could they possibly be more familiar with one another? Texpress takes advantage for awhile and hit some double team moves and get several near falls. The Hawaiians fight back and take control, use the double team moves in their arsenal and get several near falls of their own, but neither team can put the other one down. As both teams get frustrated, things start getting a little more chippy. There is more pushing and shoving, fewer clean breaks, and a whole lot more fists rather than forearms. The turning point comes when Aina whips Chad to the ropes and tries a leap frog, but Chad doesn’t get quite low enough and ends up slamming head first into Aina’s kewalas. Aina hits the mat writhing in pain. Chad starts to go after him, then stops and backs off. Aina tries to get to his feet, but he drops to the mat, still in obvious pain. Chad and Zane talk in the corner for a minute, then Chad asks for a mic. You know, Kai, Aina, we have been down the road and back with you guys. I know this is a four letter word around here, but we respect the hell out of you guys. Aina, that wasn’t intentional, and for that brah, I am sorry. This is not how we want to win a match, so ref, let’s just stop this, Aina is in no shape to continue. Next week, you guys want to pick this up where we left off, you got the shotThe crowd roars the show of sportsmanship and Chad and Zane help Aina to his feet, the four men shake hands. The Texans help Aina to the back and the crowd gives all four men a standing ovation. WINNERS – Referee Stoppage due to Injury at 40:34 STAN FULTON vs. DAVIN MORELAND – OOWF World Heavyweight Title MatchThe introductions are done, the wrestlers are in the ring, and the match begins. Long feeling out period, Davin has the strength to deal with Fulton’s size, but Fulton’s strength is equal to Davin’s. Davin tries to keep the match more up tempo, trying to tire out the big man, but Fulton shows surprising cardio and keeps up with Davin when he needs to, but takes every opportunity to take Davin to the mat and grind him down using his size advantage. The match stays surprisingly clean, and remains in the ring for the most part. After thirty minutes of action, Davin grabs Stan for the RGDC, but Fulton shoves him to the ropes, Davin catches Stan with a kick on the rebound, then tries to whip the big man to the ropes, but Fulton holds on. As Davin charges in, Stan backdrops him over the ropes to the floor. Stan drops to one knee in the middle of the ring to regain his composure. As he does, The Masked Heel (really?) makes his way to the ring and hops onto the apron and distracts the referee. Eric hops the guard rail and grabs Davin from behind and SLAMS him face first into the ring post. By the time the camera gets around the post, there is already a pool of blood on the floor, Davin is trying to get up and blood is POURING out of a gash on his head, we are talking full on 1.0 Muta here. Davin slowly rolls back into the ring and tries to continue the match. He gets some offense in, but it is sloppy as he gets weak from blood loss, and blood in his eyes. Davin goes for a springboard Dolphin kick, but Stan moves out of the way, grabs Davin and PLANTS him with a belly to belly suplex, gets to his feet and hits the DROPLINE! Stan covers, and gets the one, two, THREE! WINNER in 40:30 – and STILL OOWF World Heavyweight Champion – Stan Fulton The match is barely over when Eric and The Masked Heel charge the ring and attack Davin, Eric hammers him with punches to the head, opening the gash even more. Fulton gets to his feet and grabs his axe handle and clears the ring, then helps Davin to his feet. Davin raises Fulton’s hand and the crowd roars. Davin moves to the ropes and he and Eric share the extreme staredown of mutual dislike as we fade to black. Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the OOWF November Pain 5. Live! From Upper Frobisher, Nunavut, Canada. 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