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Post by BookerShark on Apr 23, 2012 2:32:45 GMT -5
The OOWF roster is gathered backstage in Philadelphia. They seem a bit restless and the tension in the air is thick. GM Selena steps onto an equipment box with a microphone and looks out over the wrestlers.GMSa-T: Hello everyone! Can I have your attention please? CtC: Ja! Zuk zuk! Selena kicks Chuckles in the face and laughs at him.GMSa-T: I know things are kinda crazy right now as War Games approaches. Which are gonna be so cool, but anyway, that's this weekend. I think we all need to blow off a little steam. WHO'S WITH ME?!? A general buzz of excitement passes through the roster.GMSa-T: As many of you know, today is a very important day in OOWF history. Ricky Soaring Eagle: It is? GMSa-T: Who in the blue he...oh, yeah, you're new. Well let me explain. Today is a day of celebration shared amongst many wrestling federations in many countries, such as Japan, Mexico, and probably others if they know what is good for them. What are we celebrating, you ask? Today we celebrate the birth of one of the greatest champions of all time. My Omie! The Flyin' Hawai'ians cheer. A certain select others grumble. Somewhere I'm sure Firewoman is rolling her eyes and looking to set something on fire to hurl at Selena.GMSa-T: ...but known to the world as the living legend himself...Poe! Aina: Aloha shaka brah! GMSa-T: So, tomorrow night, I will be throwing my beloved husband a party during WWE's Monday Night Raw. There will be music, great food from al over the world, dancing girls...and guys. The booze will be flowing like a river and Monday Night Raw will be shown on a giant screen TV so we can mock it relentlessly! The excitement level seems to have built some.GMSa-T: Oh, and if you're not there, you're so totally fired. Byee! See ya tomorrow! And remember to Smile for the Camera!
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 23, 2012 2:33:15 GMT -5
(We fade in to Wyatt’s offices in East Ely, Nevada, where he is on his Straight Talk dell phone)
...yes, Mrs al-Takriti, thank you for understanding. No, please let Omar know that I will be sending him something special. It’s just that, well, my database had July 22nd as his birthday. Oh, YOUR birthday! Well, that explains a lot... certainly. In the meantime I’ll arrange for a full buffet of snacks and sweets to be sent over for your party. Absolutely. Deja Blue water, Cherry Doctor Pepper, fountains of Southern Sweet Tea, Boiled Peanuts, Presidential Jelly Beans, full appetizers, sandwiches, and Pizza Rolls. Oh, of course, never without Pizza Rolls. In fact, I came up with a special touch for your party if it’s alright. A giant platter of Pizza Rolls that spells out “1000 days - Fear Me”. For Mr Williams. Your champion. LD - never mind, it will go over great, trust me.
No, I think Mr Darling misunderstood. I just want her to pay attention. She doesn’t get what kind of danger she’s in. So is Mr Sharkoff. I know you may consider this out of line, but from a former CEO to another, you may want to make sure you have a helicopter on hand. If HE is in the mindset I think he is, Mr Sharkoff may be in more danger than you ever expected. I’m talking fatality level here. Mr Quinn is showing signs that...Mr Quinn. Uncle Moosey. Yes, him. He’s showing signs that I remember seeing all too well. Yes, ma’am. I just want you and the board to be ready. When it’s a small promotion it’s one thing, but a big player like the OOWF, well, it can be nasty.
No, I’m afraid I can’t get away this early. Too much to prepare for this week. But I’ll be there on Tuesday afternoon. We’ll talk then. Excellent. All The Best.
(Wyatt ends the call, then starts another one.)
Good afternoon, Cheryl. Is the caterer on the job? No problems with gettting the appropriate quantity of Pizza Rolls? Excellent. LD is a class act and deserves another salute.
No, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. This is just good promotion for the OOWF and American Sunrise. I’ll behave myself. No, trust me, Mrs al-Takriti has her security stepped up. Mrs Darling and her husband won’t be doing anything except talking. Yes dear, I’ll take time off and be there sooner rather than later. Lab Kita.
(Wyatt ends the call)
The Darlings are the ones in danger, but they won’t listen. So I may have to put myself in the line of fire. After all these years, I may finally end up being the fourth victim...
(He looks back at that newspaper clipping, headlined "Woman dies in wrestling accident". He shakes his head sorrowfully, as we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 23, 2012 2:33:53 GMT -5
~~~ Chad Madison and Firewoman ar walking down The Hallway, (tm) having just finished a workout. ~~~
Chad: I think we need a finisher.
Fire: Easy. I hit a BFE.
Chad: That's YOUR finisher. We need a team one.
Fire: Double BFEs?
Chad: I'm not so much a moonsault guy.
Fire: Fine, YOU figure something out
Chad: They'll expect the high flying stuff. I'm thinking a Superkick into a Codebreaker from you?
Fire: I don't use the... I see what you did there. Seriously, I don't need more problems at home. besides, you antagonizing my husband is not very babyface-ish
Chad: I wasn't... Oh never mind.
Fire: What about music?
Chad: Whatever you want.
Fire: you've got to stop being so easy.
Chad: It's my gimmick (winks)
Fire: Ewww. I don't need to hear that.
~~~ they arrive at catering ~~~
Chad: Tomorrow same time?
Fire: Probably. I'll let you know.
~~~ They enter the hall and go their separate ways. Fire heads for the salad bar, while Chad joins Zane and Bridgette at a table beside Ric's
Zane: Workout went well?
Chad: THink so. When are you and Honcho doing some prep?
Zane: As soon as the kid answers his phone.
Bridgette: We ordered for you, hope that's ok.
Chad: Great! I'm starving.
~~~ Comrade SHarkoff enters the catering hall, accompanied by Mila Kunis. ~~~
Chad: I can't believe She's with him.
Bridgette: She's not With him. It's just business. I talked to her last Wednesday
Zane: You did?
Chad: You did? Lucky.
Bridgette: Yes, while you guys are out there killing one another, I am backstage getting to know people like her, Quorra, Jamie and even Jewel.
Chad: Cool. Maybe I have a shot.
Zane: Doubt it.
Chad: we're about to find out.
~~~ Chad gets up and gets in line behind Mila. He turns around and casually backs into her, then turns around in mock surprise. ~~~
Chad: Oh, sorry about that. didn't see you there.
Mila: Yeah right.
Chad: So, are you here alone today?
Mila: No, The comrade is over at the soup bar.
Chad: you know, you could join us instead for lunch. The conversation is a bit more.. stimulating (winks & smiles)
Mila: Why thanks, we'll be right over.
Chad: We?
Mila: Well I obviously can't leave him all alone.
Chad: Well sure you could, you know I breaking away from him would do wonders for your career.
Mila: My career? I'm the hottest young actress in Hollywood!
Chad: THen why hang around that guy, I mean he's always grumpy and angry.
Mila: It's a business arrangement. Our families knew each other back in the homeland.
Chad: But yours emigrated.
Mila: Doesn't mean they stopped knowing people. Now if you'll excuse me...
~~~ She walks away to rejoin Sharkoff. Chad heads back to his table, where Zane is chuckling ~~~
Zane: Swing and a miss?
Chad: I guess. Doesn't mean I wont take another swing later.
~~~ SuddenlyComrade Sharkoff storms over to the Texpress table ~~~
You will not talk to Mila like that. She is not like you Playboy Americans. She is woman of morals! And I will teach you lesson if you do not stop looking at her as such!
~~~ Chad stands and he and Sharkoff have a Staredown of Intensity. Sharkoff blinks first and starts to leave. He turns around to say something else, and Chad pops him in the jaw with a SUPERKICK! Sharkoff hits a chair on the way down and his wounded head begins to belled again. Mila kneels to check on him, but is staring oddly at Chad the entire time. ~~~
Chad: Come on, lets go. Moose will bee here soon and I don't feel like fighting any more.
Bridgette: Moose?
Zane: He'll smell the blood in the air like a shark and show up.
~~~ They walk away, Chad turns to Mila and gives her the 'call me' sign before the doors close behind him. ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 8:50:33 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Hallway of OOficial OOWF Promos, where we find, to the utter shock of everyone, I’m sure, El Lobo Sangriento STANDING~! in front of an OOficial OOWF Promo Banner…
ELS: Hey, Wolfpack. It’s your old pal Lobo. You might be wondering why I’ve only been appearing in other people’s promos lately. I’m going to go with “NHL playoffs” and leave it at that. (Go Flyers, eh?)
ELS: On to business, it’s me and LD at Mayhem against Evans and Sparxx. We’ve done this dance before, kids. You try to take me out, and I keep not getting taken out. You try to beat me, and I keep not getting beaten. You cheat, you sneak attack, you play the numbers game, and I keep playing by the rules, I keep bouncing back, I keep getting backup from my friends.
ELS: Here’s the thing, New Guard: you’ve outlived your usefulness. What’s your goal at this point? What’s your end game? Since you formed your little group of malcontents, it’s been “find someone who opposes us and gang up on him” week after week for months. What have you accomplished in that time? I’ll grant you that you’ve won some titles, but you did it in a way that ensured that those wins will be tainted forever. You took out some legends, but again, five on one? Not exactly a legacy to be proud of, guys.
ELS: LD and I will see you chumps on Wednesday. Try to come up with something original to bring in the ring, would you? The Wolfpack deserves something interesting from the guys who claim to be on top of this business.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 8:50:59 GMT -5
Evans: So what’s our point, Lobo, what’s our point? Why do we keep doing what we are doing? Well, thats simple, really. It’s because we can. You view us as being this group that never plays by the rules (not always), that does what they want (not…well, okay, we always do that), believes that they are better than everyone else around them (check my last promo, the numbers don’t lie), and won titles in a way that will be forever tainted (like I care).
You know, that reminds me of some group that was very similar to us. Let’s see, they had a leader that was considered to be the best technical wrestler in the business, a solid tag-team, had a underrated worker that made sure that they kept their titles, and their matches would usually end with all of them ganging up and beating the ever-loving dogshit out of their opponents. Sound familiar? Yeah, it should. They were called the Four Horsemen, the greatest stable of all-time. And guess what? Regardless of all of the things that they did, despite their gang mentality, every single one of them is looked upon fondly in wrestling history, and will continue to be. Well, maybe not Flair if he keeps up the pace that he’s going, seriously, retire already, old man. Nobody wants to see your flabby ass wrestling and bleeding like a quart of blood every week. But I digress.
The point is that back in the day, people said the exact same about them, and look at them now. They’re Hall of fame wrestlers, every one of them. And the same will be said about the New Guard. Hell, due to the fact that we have an extra member of our group, JP Sparxx, who is no slouch in the ring either, I dare say we’ll be considered as being even more dominant than they ever were. And we sure as hell will be remembered more for what we've done in this one year than you will ever be.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 8:51:46 GMT -5
Fire and Alexander walk in to the party room where staff and wrestlers are starting to gather for Poe's birthday party. Alexander is wearing an Armani suit and dress shirt, but no tie, open just at the neck, and the watch Fire got him for christmas. Fire is wearing a plain but tasteful black dress and the chocolate diamond set Alex got her for christmas. The place is all decorated for the party, and it appears that they are the first wrestlers there. Fire immediately goes to talk to some of the folks she worked closely with while commissioner, and Alex walks up to Poe and Selena. He and Poe shake hands.AD: Well, well....50 is it? P: Very funny. AD: Sorry, couldn't help myself. So you gonna get in the ring Wednesday? P: I have not decided. There doesn't seem to be room on the card for a guest spot. Firewoman walks up to them.FW: Omar. P: Lio...er, Fire you look marvelous. You always can bring the class if you have to. FW: Thanks and...um....happy birthday. I got you a card. *looking to Alex* that's right, right? I give him the card now? AD: Yes, go ahead. She hands it to him and it's apparently something humorous because Selena laughs out loud. It must make fun of his age, too, because he only smirks a bit.P: How is your brother? Alex scowls and Fire shifts uncomfortably in her heels.FW: Well, he's...um.... Fortunately she's saved from answering by the arrival of Kai and Aina. Kai sees Fire and chooses to go to the other side of the room with Noelani, since I always screw up Kai's voice.A: Hey, old man, how's it goin'? P: It goes...well. A: Alex, you gonna be ready for our match right? You're not going to let your heart get in the way of winning on the off chance Chad and Fire here can stop making goo-goo eyes at each other and actually win. FW: *going from zero to full-on rage in about 2/10 of a second* What the fuck does that mean? AD: He's just trying to get to me, Fire. Let's just have a nice party okay? We've not even been here five minutes, so-- FW: Whatever. Look, Aina, the only reason you're not enjoying that champagne through a feeding tube for what you did to Davin is because...um.... AD: Because you're trying to be the better person? FW: YES! That. So why don't you go over to your "brah" and his whore before I decide that's not worth the immense effort it's taking for me to not rip your heart out and-- A: Yah yah, feed it to me. Whatever. Aina throws up his hands, laughing and walks away. Fire starts to follow, but Alex puts a hand gently on her arm and she stops.GMtS: Yes, it's too early for violence. Maybe later? That would make me happy. But wait, it's Omie's party, and he's not all about the violence anymore, right Omie? P: *looking at the anger in Alex's and Fire's eyes* Not right now. Goddess, would you get me some more champagne? Selena skips off.P: Okay. That right there. That look I see in both of your eyes. That's a look I haven't seen for a very long time, and when I did, it tended to be aimed my way. Especially you, Fire. FW: So? P: So, that tells me you two are ready. As a team. But you can't go off half-cocked against the Hawaiians. GMtS: *from across the room* HA! He said "cocked!" P: You need to be smart with them. I taught them almost everything I taught you, Alex, and wanted to teach you, Fire. FW: I did fine enough. AD: *raising an eyebrow* Almost? Poe smiles.P: Why don't we go somewhere we can talk a bit more privately. AD: Okay. *he takes a few steps and notices Fire is not following* Are you coming? FW: I....sure....sure, okay. Poe and Alex walk to the far corner of the room, and Fire follows hesitantly.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 8:52:59 GMT -5
*Ghosthead is sitting in the top row of the empty arena completely enveloped in shadow. As the camera zooms in we notice he holds a black rabbit in his hands, stroking it as if it were a loving pet. The camera zooms in even closer as Ghosthead raises the rabbit to eyelevel, holding the creature by the back of its neck. Ghosthead lets it hang there a few more seconds before BLASTING it with WHITE MIST!!
The rabbit struggles wildly in Ghosthead's hand before going limp. A smile creeps along the edges of Ghosthead's lips as white liquid runs down the sides of his mouth. A few more precious seconds pass by before the rabbit shows signs of life. Ghosthead lowers the rabbit back down to his lap, resuming his strokes as he smears white mist over the rabbit's fur. Ghosthead begins to speak to himself... or so we're lead to believe. Perhaps he is aware of the INC.*
Ghost - Not as punishing as I would like but it does its job. Soon Rabbit Mask will learn defeat at the hands of the Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell, The Nightmare Terror. Soon The Rabbit will know just like everybody else the price of my wrath, the burn of my fury, the darkness of the abyss.
I bring you the death of your short reign, Rabbit and with it.... reality.
The reality being your total defeat by my hand.
Tremble... the end is near.
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 8:53:53 GMT -5
Poe finds a nice corner and a chair to sit in. Alexander Darling and Firewoman pull up chairs to continue their conversation.
Poe: I'm going to be frank. The two of you, as a team in the ring, still have a long ways to go.
FW: See, here comes the crapfest, I'm out of here.
Alex grabs Firewoman by the arm, drawing a glare from her. But she sits down.
Poe: Kai and Aina have been teaming since they were in middle school. As a team they have lightyears more experience together than the two of you. That's my point.
AD: But that also means we have a ton of knowledge on them to draw from. They don't have much to go on from us.
Poe: Precisely.
FW: Why are you helping us? I thought they were your boys?
Poe: They are. They always will be. Helping you two be a better team and a better rival to them will make them better as well. They have always responded well to challenges. You should be no different. The more of a fighting chance you have, the better they will be as a result.
FW: So just how are you helping us?
Poe: I'm advising you to follow your strength. The one advantage you have over all of the other teams in OOWF aside from Kai and Aina.
AD: And that is?
Poe: Your chemistry. All good teams need it and you two have it in spades. Use it. Count on each other. Anticipate each other. TRUST each other, and yes I know that word might as well have four letters.
GMSa-T: OMIE!
Selena joins them and sits across Poe's lap, wrapping her arm around his neck & handing him a bottle of champagne.
Poe: Thank you Beloved.
FW: So, that's your advice? Really?
Poe: Did you want some form of insider knowledge on my boys? That wouldn't be right.
FW: Not like Selena isn't giving them every advantage she can.
GMSa-T: Hey! They're my friends, and I root for them, but that's it. I don't give them extra anything. You of all people should know that.
FW: I hope so. Because this thing with them, it's gonna get violent and ugly. I just wanna make sure we're fighting them, and just them. Not you too.
There's a burning in Selena's eyes we've never really seen before. Poe pulls her closer with his arm while rubbing her leg in an obvious attempt to calm her down, which we all know he's probably done a million times before.
AD: Selena, you know I trust you to do the right and honorable thing and I have no doubts on your ability to do so.
Alex stands up.
AD: Thanks for your advice, Om...Poe. Happy birthday and enjoy the rest of your party. We'll talk later.
Alex offers his arm to Firewoman with an obvious look of "it's time to go". She begrudgingly takes his arm and they leave.
Poe: I thought you two were getting along rather well.
GMSa-T: So was I. But lions can't change their spots I guess. No matter how fancy a dress it wears.
Poe: I do believe you mean leopard.
GMSa-T: You mean like one of those diseased people?
Poe smiles and kisses Selena.
Poe: Nevermind.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 8:54:58 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Kai and Noelani talk after leaving the meet and greet.
Noe: Why did you drag me over here?
Kai: The very fact that the Kai would rather spend five minutes of the Kai's pie hunting time to spend with you and your tuna casserole shows how much the Kai does not want to be around Firewoman.
Noe: Wow, you really know how to charm a girl.
Kai: And you really know how to give a guy crabs. The Kai can't believe his bruddah hasn't been eaten alive in his sleep.
Noe: Okay, you enjoy your "pie hunting". I'm gonna go find Aina.
Kai: Oh, the Kai will. Don't you worry your little peetrie dish head off.
As she leaves, Kai smells his arm.
Kai: Wow, the Kai needs a wetnap, cuz the Kai smells what Lani is cooking.
He smells his arm again.
Kai: Smells like yeast.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 8:55:27 GMT -5
**Poe’s Party** The party is continuing as the OOWF roster comes and goes while enjoying the food that’s been catered and mocking Raw when it’s on. Poe has mingled with the majority of the roster when Alex whispers something into Fire’s ear and she looks somewhat surprised. Even moreso that they’ve spent the entire party so far avoiding violence, but she nods at Alex as he reaches under the table and pulls out a large box. He takes a deep breath as he heads back over to Poe’s table. Alexander: So, I got you something. I know it’s never going to make up for the history and I’m not apologizing because well, to be honest, I still don’t regret what I did.Poe: *raises an eyebrow*Alexander: Anyway, back in the day when no one in this business had any faith that I’d make it, you took a chance on me. You didn’t have to and I know you had your own reasons for doing it, but the bottom line is you took me in when I didn’t know the land, I was too arrogant for my own good, and you showed me what I could be.Poe: I only showed you what I knew was there. The bad that came along with it, well, let’s just say, two wrongs don’t make a right and focus on what the future holds.Alexander: That’s the goal, but first I need to give you something. I was too lost in my own head and goals to realize what exactly I accomplished in NOAH and what I took away from you that night, so, well, here you go.Poe takes the box from Alex and unwraps it. He pulls the top off and there’s this: Poe looks, well, he looks shocked. Poe: I, you didn’t…Alexander: Yes I did. Now enjoy your birthday.Alex nods at Selena before turning and walking away. Selena: The Boy’s all grown up now, isn’t he?Poe: Yes he is…and it makes me think of just what else the future holds, my goddess. Interesting times coming, interesting indeed.**Fade**
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 8:56:09 GMT -5
The party for Poe is in full swing, as Dynamite Danny Taylor, Dashing Victor Deniro, and Shotglass enter. The boys are dressed to the nine in nice suits, Vic's in classic black, while Danny's is a purple crushed velvet, even shotglass has a bowtie around his neck. The three make there way over to Poe, Selena and the Darlings. Selena sees Shotglass, and her face lights up.
Selena: Puppy!
She starts to play with Shotglass as Danny hands over a simple card to Poe. He takes it and nods in thanks. Vic locks eyes with fire, and mouths the words two thirty. She shakes her head no, and mouths back three. Vic nods, Danny looks over confused and Vic just motions for him not to worry. The two head off to get punch and pie, cause really, who does not like punch and pie. En route they nearly run into Kai.
Kai: The Kai hopes you are prepared to face defeat at the hand of his New Guard brahs this week, and at wargames. (He smiles a shit eating grin)
Danny begins to head forward, when Vic puts a hand on his chest stopping him.
DVD: No, keep it to the ring, this is Poes night, If they want to ruin it for their friend, they will have to make that move.
Danny and Kai have a staredown, before Kai smirks and then walks away. Danny never taking his eyes off of him.
FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 9:48:34 GMT -5
Psykle walks in to the party for Poe with SFJ13 on his arm.
SFJ13: Psykle, relax, it’s a party, what could happen?
Psykle: Look, I’ve never even met this guy, I don’t know what to say to him. Sure, he’s a legend, but it’s not really my place.
SFJ13: Well, you’ve been pretty silent over the past few weeks…
Psykle: Look, I told you, my handler went on vacation, and forgot to make arrangements beforehand.
Kayfabe picks up a knife from the catering table, and heads over towards Psykle. She stops as she gets close to Psykle, and looks up…and further up…and still further up, until finally she makes eye contact with Psykle. She lets out a little “eep”, drops the knife and runs. Psykle laughs.
Psykle: OK, OK, I’ll keep in character, just for the laugh. I’ve been busy training. That’s how I won the Intercontinental Title in the first place, by training and not worrying about talking. I’m still a little pissed about not getting my rematch yet, but hey, I’m used to not getting the matches I’m supposed to from back when Firewoman was the commissioner and IQ was messing with my head. Regardless, I’ve got War Games to focus on, and that starts this week with Mai.
SFJ13: Always work with you, why can’t you relax and enjoy the party?
Psykle: Because part of me expects that at any second, the New Guard are going to decide we’re all a little too relaxed and jump one of us. Since I don’t know Poe all that well, and feel like an outsider here anyway, I figured I’ll show up, and just keep my eyes out for any trouble and cut it off before it starts.
SFJ13: You mean you’ll take on the New Guard by yourself?
Psykle: You know I used to be a bodyguard, right?
SFJ13: Right.
Psykle: One thing they teach you when learning to be a bodyguard…never work alone.
Psykle points up to the rafters, and as the camera pans up, we see OOWF Security in riot gear, ready to drop down from the ceiling on ropes to break up any attacks.
Psykle: Selena agreed with me that it was better to be safe than sorry. She also authorized me to bring this.
Psykle pulls a tazer gun out of his jacket slightly, just enough to show SFJ13 that it’s there, then slides it back in.
Psykle: Nothing is going to happen at this party.
SFJ13: Good, then there’s no reason we can’t relax and have some fun. Come on, let’s get something to eat and drink.
SFJ13 starts pulling Psykle towards the food and drinks, as he just shakes his head.
Psykle: Women….
Fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 14:54:36 GMT -5
CUT back to the doorway into the party and just entering is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He’s dressed as formal as a man his size can without spending thousands of dollars on a single suit. White button down shirt and black slacks with a sharp set of suspenders. A drake fedora sets off the ensemble.
However, that’s not what causes the entire room to go silent. Fulton’s carrying a sword. Most of it is wrapped, but it’s not hard to determine that’s what he carrying.
He walks directly up to Poe and Selena who both tense up, the whole room tensing with them.
SF: “Madam Commissioner. Poe.”
Sa’T: “Stanley.”
P: “Crusher. Come to cause trouble I see.”
SF: “Not at all.”
Fulton unwraps the sword and produces a beautiful khopesh, the handle inlaid with lapis lazuli and adorned with emeralds. Images of scarab beetles are engraved in the scabbard.
SF: “From my personal collection. I wish you a happy birthday, sir.”
Fulton hands Poe the weapon, held across his hands edge towards himself. Poe gently lifts the weapon out of Fulton's hands, draws the blade halfway admiring the workmanship.
P: “Th-thank you, Stan. This is quite unusual. I expected nothing but disdain from the New Guard.”
SF: “On the contrary. You understood your time in the company was over and moved on. We can both admire that and hope that we all can end our careers with such grace and dignity.
“With that, I wish you and Selena a pleasant evening.”
Fulton turns, leaves the party and isn’t seen again until Wednesday evening’s match.
Sa’T: “That was... weird.”
P: “Fulton is nothing if not unpredictable, my beloved. He may be the most dangerous man on the roster because you never, ever know what he’s going to do.”
Sa’T: “Enough thinking. More drinking and puppies.”
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 14:55:07 GMT -5
Camera cuts over to Fire and Alex near the veggie tray.
AD: It's just a belt--
FW: Championship, Alex. It's a CHAMPIONSHIP. You don't just give those away!
AD: I'm not giving it away. Look, you had already left Japan at that point, so......what?
FW: You know, not one of the other New Guard fuckers are here. You would think they'd at least have some respect for a veteran. Shit, I'm here, and he paid some freak to stab me.
AD: Which you're totally over.
FW: Right.
AD: I'm getting some more champagne. You want some?
FW: Not right now.
Alex walks toward the champagne fountain, and Poe walks up to her after saying good bye to Fulton.
FW: Look--
P: I'm not going to harass you...I really do want to know...How is Moose.
FW: Truthfully? I don't know. He's made it clear he wants nothing to do with me, and banging my head against that brick wall was causing problems elsewhere...
P: With Alex?
FW: Is that all you wanted? You can check on my brother yourself you know.
P: Tell me something, Lioness. Why are Kai, Aina, and the rest of the New Guard not dead? I thought for sure after they took out Davin, Selena would need to call the crime scene clean up squad.
FW: Not like they wouldn't deserve that, and more...just that...well, there's a time and a place. And..I don't know, it just doesn't seem...
Fire's eyes drift over to where Alex is. Poe catches this and smiles.
P: Ah...I get it. More than you think I do. You recall how I used to be.
FW: Um...vividly.
P: Well....once I met Selena....it's amazing what that does to your world view, isn't it?
FW: You met her when she was what, nine? I don't want to hear about how amazing anything was.
P: *smiles* Just remember. While changing for someone else is a good way to get started, it won't take hold in the long run unless you change for you.
Fire appears to think about this and start to say something, when she's interrupted by Aina, Kai, and Noelani.
K: Hey, watch out there. Alex's piece doesn't like to stay on the reservation, if you know what I mean.
FW: Wow...you managed to be sexist AND racist at the same time. You get a gold star for the day. See ya later, Omar.
K: The Kai doesn't want Fire to leave on his account! The Kai would like to review old times, when Fire only had eyes for The Kai.
N: I don't think Fire's ever only had eyes for any one person.
P: Gentlemen....Let's--
FW: Takes one to know one, 'Lani.
K: Perhaps Fire would like one last ride? If Alex isn't enough for you, that is.
A: Hey, um...Kai...maybe not...
Kai turns around to see Alex behind him.
AD: This has been fun. Come on, Fire, let's go say hi to Danny.
FW: You know...*looking around* Where's the rest of your buddies? Why aren't they here?
A: They will be fashionably late.
K: They can't compete with the Hawaiian strudel! Right, Fire?
[ooc: at this point I should apologize again to bc for never getting Kai right]
FW: Kai...do you REALLY want to talk about what happened on our one and only date? I mean the truth?
K: The Kai does not fear the truth. But if Fire would like the Kai to drop the subject, he'd be happy to.
FW: Great. Because I would hate to tell everyone how you were so drunk that you ended up crying in the bathroom, since your "Hawaiian strudel" was really more like a wet noodle.
Everyone suppresses a laugh at this.
FW: Ooops. I guess I just did.
K: Perhaps it was just thought of going where, well, EVERYONE had gone before.
AD: Kai...shut up.
FW: Never stopped you when you were screwing Noelani. But then, Aina wasn't ever opposed sloppy seconds...
Kai gets right up into Fire's face...er, well, stares down into it anyway.
AD: Okay, look, let's all just--
A: Let's take a step back.
Aina puts a hand in between Kai and Firewoman.
AD: Hey...I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands off my wife.
K: Why should he be any different?
A: Alex, I don't have a problem with you, so let it go.
AD: If you don't move your hand, I'm going to have a problem with you.
K: Yeah? The Kai says bring it! The Kai will put his boot to your ass and you can have a matching hover-round with Davin.
Whether it's the mention of Davin again, or the threat to Alex, Fire has heard enough. She pushes Aina aside, and squarely hits the Kai in the Kai's mouth. He's falls back as he didn't expect it. Poe jumps back out of the way, Alexander jumps in, and the brawl is ON!
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 14:55:37 GMT -5
<The fight explodes with everyone dropping what they are doing and joining the fray, while Poe and Selena just stand there. Selena looks horrified, Poe looks like he expected it. Just then, Moose walks into the party, looking completely disheveled and like he hasn't slept in days. He is carrying HDB with him. A few people stop and wait for the onslaught, but it doesn't come. Moose walks right up to Poe>
MHJ: Poe
Poe: Moose........you look like hell
MHJ: I wanted to give you this. See this? <pointing to HDB> This is part of the Darlings. Not sure if it is Lexie or Alex.......might be some of me there too........no matter.......it's yours now.
<Poe takes the barbed wire and nail bat and just looks at Moose>
Poe: Moose........Jack.......how are you?
MHJ: Can't stay.......He wants me to do something before my match.....got Stank at the pay per view.........its not going to end well........I just wanted to say......
<with that Moose slowly closes his eyes and grabs his head. Without another word, he turns and walks out of the room, right past the brawling wrestlers>
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 16:06:12 GMT -5
(Fade in to Wyatt's Radio studio where American Sunrise is in progress) ...and the chances of serious political reform in Russia are slightly less than Daniel Bryan regaining his World Heavyweight Title on Sunday...YES! YES! YES! youtu.be/oShTJ90fC34Seriously, though, tomorrow night live from Philadelphia the OOWF puts on the best Professional Wrestling program of the week with Midweek Mayhem. Let's run down the card. The OOWF's Onslaught title will be defended in a match between two competitors quieter than Danny Taylor as champion Rabbit Mask takes on the puzzle that is Ghosthead. The top contender for Moosehead Jack's DDT Ironman Heavy Metal title will be decided in a Strap Match between hall of fame bound Stank and the Indian Warrior Ricky Soaring Eagle. Soaring Eagle says this match stinks of racism, while Stank just wants to win this match to take on Moosehead Jack. Be careful what you really want, Stank. It's obvious that Moosehead Jack is really listening to the hero-hating HIM, and he plans to sharpen his talons tomorrow night in a chain match against the double tough but outgunned Comrade Sharkoff. Moose - and HIM -- are in their classic bloodlust mode, and tomorrow night on Midweek Mayhem it could be a night where painting the town Red has an entirely different meaning. In one of those bizarre "What?" moments, the tag team situation will be shaken up again with a Tag Team Mayhem tournament. Tag Team Champions Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams are broken up for the night as are the three other leading tag teams, the Flying Hawaiians, Texpress, and Phoenix Rising, and forced to team with members of the other teams, with the winners in the one night single elimination tournament to receive the right to pick the stipulations for a future Tag Team Title Match. It's guaranteed that seven of the eight participants in this tournament will show up with their working shoes on to make this a killer part of a loaded card. For her sake I hope that Firewoman has got her head back in the game and focused on winning. In this environment Mrs Darling, dependent on Texpresses Chad Madison for backup, may be in for a rude reminder about keeping the ring life and the personal life separate. And finally, in preparation for War Games: The Match Beyond at Sunday's Territorial Beatings 5 Pay-Per-View, live from Apex Hill, Nunavut, Canada, a best of three series between the combatants in the five-on-five double ring steel cage match battle for the man advantage. One member of each team begins the contest, then after five minutes one competitor enters the ring.until all ten are in the ring. Only then can the match end by pinfall or submission. In this contest the New Guard - Stan Fulton, Chris Evans, Mai Muyo, JP Sparks, and Matt Folz will team in various combinations to take on what I call Drink and Destroy 2012 - Danny Taylor, Crowing, El Lobo Sangriento , the huge Psykle, and the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion LD Williams, to determine which team sends the third competitor in the ring. This promises to be a Good Old JR Level Slobberknocker that will in the short term solve nothing but give one team a significant leg up in winning Sunday's War Games Match. Catch Midweek Mayhem tomorrow night live from Philadelphia, check local listings for time and station, and Territorial Beatings on Sunday, live on Pay Per View. Coming up, a BP Engineer faces criminal charges in a cover up relating to the Gulf Oil Spill...after this... (A commercial plays - youtu.be/MkAsLPrnJGc - while Wyatt picks up the phone) Yes my dear. No, I insist on going tonight and on Sunday. Anonymous calls? Ignore them. I don't care what they say, this is more than just a media appearance. There's going to be an explosion, and I need to be there. Well, Mrs Darling thinks I'm some sort of obsessed fan and won't listen. She's a target, and she needs backup of a non-family kind, whether she likes it or not.... Yes, thank you for understanding my love. Lab Din Kita. (Wyatt hangs up the phone and goes back on the air) Good morning, it's American Sunrise for a Tuesday morning, the 24th day of April. Tomorrow this program originates from Philadelphia, the cradle of liberty and also the site of tomorrow night's Midweek Mayhem..... (The radio program continues as we....) FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 20:36:44 GMT -5
*fade back in, where the fight at Poe’s party is still going on*
Evans: Damn Poe, you sure can throw a party, huh?
Poe: You dare show your face here after your group of miscreants started this?
E: Yeah, I just got here, big guy. And last I checked, it was Fire that started this whole thing by not being able to keep her emotions in check. Big shock, right? And believe me, you really don’t want to get on my bad side, ask Outback Jack and Davin. Hell, if it weren’t for your wife being who she is, we’d probably be after you as well, but we can’t really make a name for ourselves in this business if we don’t have a job in this business, now can we? So for now, I have no issue with you and I’m not looking to start anything. Now if you’ll excuse me...
*Evans puts on a pair of brass knucks*
I'm needed elsewhere.
*Evans heads into the fray to help out Kai and Aina*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 20:37:19 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster walks through a door and into the fight. Off to the left he sees Honcho Williams brawling with Chad Madison and screaming about Aquafina. In the corner to the right, he sees OOWF Tag Team Champion Though No Longer OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast. Johnny is posed with his casted arm above the head of Cardboard Cutout FF Capslock. Well now, that makes perfect sense.
AA is not but two steps in the door when he is blasted in the head with a sonogram machine by Firewoman.
AA: What the hell? Where did you find that thing?
FW: It was back in props! Baby Daddy! (Firewoman batters AA about the head again.)
AA: Why me? Can’t you find someone else to kill?
(Fire and AA continue brawling and promo-ing at the same time. Because they’re JUST... THAT… DAMN… GOOD.)
FW: Aina is brawling with Zane. Chad and your partner are bitching over a water bottle. Alex took over my brawl with The Kai. So all that was left was you. And you’re late! And you haven’t promoted!
AA: Promotificated! And can’t you see that I have other issues? I have a tag team partner who never promos, and I have this kid I have to carry. It’s hard doing five-star matches with two broomsticks as your partners. I haven’t even been able to do the Freebird angle!
FW: You haven’t done any angle worth even three-stars since you came back. It’s like you’re mailing it in!
AA: I E-Mail now! Mail is so 2009. By the way, do you understand how this gimmick works? If I win, do I have to agree with The Kai as to what the stipulations are? Or if I win, can I defend the tag team titles against Honcho? I haven’t seen a Fingerpoke of Death angle in a while.
FW: Haven’t a clue. Let’s go over to where Moose is stabbing Comrade Sharkoff with a steel spork and see if he knows.
AA: Oh, no. I’m not going anywhere near Moose when he has a spork in his hand. Besides, all I wanted was a Pepsi! I was just thinking, you know, why don’t you get me a Pepsi.
FW: A Pepsi?!? You’re on drugs! Normal people don’t be acting that way!
AA: Fire, just get me a Pepsi, please. (Turning to the camera) All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me. Just one Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me. Just a Pepsi.
FW: OK, fine. Here’s your Pepsi. (Fire hands AA a Pepsi.)
AA: Wow, really?
FW: Yeah, you wanted one. Now you have one.
AA: Is it poisoned?
FW: No! I…I was just being nice. You know, because you’re a face now.
AA: I’m having a hard time with that concept.
FW: Deal with it, fat boy!
AA looks incredulous, then blasts Firewoman in the head with the Pepsi. The brawl continues.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 20:37:48 GMT -5
Firewoman and Attitude Adjuster continue to throw soft drinks and catering at each other. Suddenly Fire stops.
FW: Wait, wait...WAIT!
Attitude Adjuster throws another platter of pizza rolls and Fire ducks them.
AA: WHAT?
FW: This thing...with us.
AA: A thing! Oh yes! We have a--
FW: No,...I meant...look, it can wait right? There's a higher priority.
They share a moment of clarity and turn to see Evans standing apparently without a dance partner, so they attack him. Evans stands his ground pretty well, but it is still a two on one. Attitude Adjuster gets Evans up to his shoulders and Fire is goes for...well, we'll never know, because she gets hit in the back with a folding chair. Hard, but not so hard that she's incapacitated. She turns around and sees Noelani standing there.
Fire gets a VERY evil smile and starts to advance toward her. Noelani was not expecting this and starts to retreat, not QUITE doing the standard Diva Cower in Terror...but close.
FW: Oh, not so brave face to face, eh 'Lani?
Meanwhile Attitude Adjuster gets tired of waiting for Fire to finish whatever double team move she was going to so, and throws Evans through a catering table.
Firewoman rushes Noelani and goozles her against the wall. Kai and Aina would help, but Alex, Danny, Victor, and Psykle are keeping them busy. And by busy, we mean on the ground bleeding.
N: So what now, Fire. You going to punch me?
FW: *smiling* Oh, no....No no no. That'd be too easy. No, I think I'll do something that will change you forever Noelani.
Firewoman gets really close to her face.
FW: First, I'm gonna beat your boys...then I'm going to make you my bitch.
Firewoman shoves her down the wall to the side, and then turns to go back to the fight.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 20:38:30 GMT -5
*fade back, where the fight is still going on. Folz, Sparxx, and Mai are seen approaching*
Folz: Heh, knew this party wouldn’t be as cordial as they were making it out to be.
JP: Got dat right.
*JP looks over, and sees Chris Evans, who is still knocked out from going through the catering table*
Hey...ah shit...is dat....dat’s Chris!
Sparxx and Folz go to help out Evans.
F: Hey Chris, you alright?
Evans: Matt, I went through a catering table, and I’m covered in garlic chicken. Oh yeah, I’m fan-fucking-tastic.
F: Yeah, dumb question there. So what happened?
E: Arthritic Adjuster over there tossed me through the table, and Kai and Aina are in there right now.
JP: Heh, Arthritic Adjuster. The Spark’s gotta remember dat one.
E: And...wait, where the fuck is Stan?
F: I dunno, I mean, after he gave Poe that sword, he...
E: Wait, he did WHAT?!
F: Yeah, you didn’t see that? He gave him some kind of sword as a present.
E: You can’t be serious. What the fuck is he thinking? He knows that we don’t show respect to people like that.
F: I have no idea. Why, what did you have in mind?
E: That can wait. Right now, we got some unfinished business inside. You guys ready?
F: Oh yeah.
JP: Got dat right.
Mai: YAY! Party!
*Evans, Folz and Sparxx look at each other, sigh, and then head back to the fray*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 24, 2012 20:50:41 GMT -5
*fade back to the fray, where Fire and Alex are now getting the better of Kai and Aina*
Kai: The Kai and his bruddah think you hit like a bitch.
Fire: Really? Then how do you like this?
*Fire hits Kai right in the...um...Hawaiian strudel, which definitely feels like a bitch. Kai crumples to the ground, and Aina is now subject to a 2-on-1 beatdown*
F: Just as I thought. So, any last words before Alex and I make you join Davin?
A: Yeah, turn around.
As soon as Fire does this, she is smashed in the face by a stiff right hand by Evans.
E: Oh, I’ve been waiting for this one. I’m gonna enjoy this, you fucking bitch.
F: Yeah? Bring it, Cubby!
Evans obviously does not like hearing this, and spears Fire to the ground. As the two of them start beating on each other, Alex and AA are dealing with Folz and Sparxx respectively.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2012 8:47:25 GMT -5
Picking her spot, Mai now enters into the fracas. She reaches into her bag, digging through flash paper, and throws something small down on the ground--bang snaps. The resulting gunshot-like sounds make many stop and turn around as Mai ducks behind a table.
Alexander: What was--
Mai: Chris!
Mai tosses Chris Evans a pair of goggles, which he puts on. Mai tosses a smoke bomb into the middle of the circle, which goes off surprisingly quickly. Coughing ensues, while Chris and Mai sneak in a couple cheap shots before slipping the New Guard folks out, clearing the current space for the fight to begin anew.
Aina: What else you got in the bag, Inspector Gadget?
Mai: Look through it yourself. I'll be right back.
Mai drops her bag and ducks to the side...where she finds Poe. She extends her hand.
Mai: Mr. Poe. Apologies for the party's disruption. It is good to see you here.
Poe tentatively shakes her hand.
Poe: Junichiro's sister.
Mai: Oh lovely, you recognize me.
Poe: You share his eyes.
Mai: Racist.
Poe: Oh come now.
Mai: (smiling) That was a joke. But I'm not.
Mai pulls Poe swiftly down to her head level for a moment by his arm.
Mai: I have enjoyed working with your boys immensely. You and my brother have a history that I am well aware of, but it does not impact our partnership.
Poe: Why should it? I have stepped away from this business, and your brother...appears to have done the same, though he has played false grave one too many times.
Mai: Well, I wish you all the best in your retirement. But should you ever choose to take a farewell tour...I merely let you know that we will have business.
Poe: (smirking, pulling away) You are not yet half the talent your brother is. Patience.
Mai: Patience...patience is for those with no better plan.
Mai looks over to the brawl, where JP Sparxx has appeared to find the small taser Mai carries with her in the bag.
Mai: Namaste.
Mai returns to the fight.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2012 8:48:06 GMT -5
As the brawl continues, Danny Taylor and Matt Folz find themselves grappling. Both men are pretty evenly matched in the strength department, and neither seems to be gaining an advantage. Chris Evans takes this opportunity to sneak around to Danny’s blind side, and takes aim with the taser he got from Sparxx.
The split second before he can pull the trigger, Victor Deniro jumps in between them, and catches the prongs full on in his chest. Vic’s body tenses up as the electricity courses through him. Vic drops like a sack of bricks, and Evans merely shrugs.
Evans: Not what I was looking for, but it works.
Evans heads to continue his assault, when El Lobo suddenly enters the scene, tackling into him and sending both men into the thick of the action. This grabs Danny’s attention allowing Folz to gain the upper hand and he starts peppering Danny with rights and lefts.
At this point, Justin Sane hops onto a table and with a yell of DOUGHAWK leaps towards the fray. The lights suddenly go out, and we hear the sound of tires squealing, poles clanging, an alpaca braying, the beginning chords of a John Philip Sousa march, and a blender. When the lights come back up everyone is still doing the same things they were prior to the lights going out, save for Justin. He now lies unconscious on the ground with former DDT Champ #heel Cardboard Cutout Johhny Adrenaline with Cowboy Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast standing above him. No one seems to find this odd, save for Honcho.
This scene does momentarily distract Folz, allowing Danny to nail a modified Japanese armdrag, allowing him to get the advantage. Meanwhile, Victor has recovered and is pulling the prongs of the taser from his chest. He looks up and sees Noelani (who is still shook up from Firewoman’s earlier threat) standing above him. She plants a swift kick to his face that sends him sprawling back, his nose gushing blood.
DVD: Ahh crap, not again.
Danny again tries to come to his friend’s aid, but Folz is unwilling to allow that and continues to press the attack. The chaos around them continues, as the scene fades.
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2012 11:57:43 GMT -5
*The scene cuts away from the fighting to a hookah lounge near the arena where Poe, LD Williams, and Stank sit and talk about Poe's life outside of wrestling, married life which amongst the three only LD and Poe can attest to, and reminiscing about their days as part of The Five. Soon the conversation changes to the state of things today.*
Poe - It is a dangerous game you play with Jack, brother.
Stank - It's not a game. It has to be done.
Poe - I'm not convinced.
Stank - Yeah well... maybe when it's all said and done you might be. At any rate, I have to get through tonight first.
LDW - I wouldn't underestimate Ricky Soaring Eagle.
Stank - Clearly he underestimates me. He's convinced himself that I will die by his hands. Better men than him have tried. I'm going to teach him a lesson he won't soon forget.
LDW - I doubt he'll learn anything. He's single-minded on punishing everyone for all the wrongs done to him and his people.
Stank - What-the-fuck-ever. It's a futile crusade that will get him nowhere fast but the grave.
Poe - And what of your own crusade?
Stank - Come again?
Poe - Do you not see your own efforts to tame Jack Quinn as equally futile?
Stank - First I'm not trying to tame him. I'm trying to open his eyes. Second I could give two shits about Ricky Soaring Eagle. Moose is my friend. He's like family. There is no futility in trying to help him.
Poe -
LDW -
Stank -
Poe - I feel the same.
LDW - Me too.
Poe - Listen, I'm not questioning your motives, merely your methods... perhaps even your expectations.
Stank - I expect Moose to wake up.
*Poe takes a long drag from a hose and exhales smoke slowly through his nostrils. Smoke leaks from his mouth as well, drifting in the air amongst the three of them.*
Poe - I don't know. I've known Jack for a long time.
Stank - Billy Dee help me out here.
*The OOWF World Champion thoughtfully shakes his head.*
LDW - I don't know, Lucas. I have a bad feeling that by the time this is over one of you two will be dead.
*The three of them sit in silence for a full minute in silence, letting LD Williams statement hang in the air along with the smoke now exhaled out by Stank. A moment longer Stank speaks.*
Stank - Then so be it. Death is just as good a change as any.
LDW - That's insane.
Poe - It's admirable.
LDW - What?
Poe - (To Stank) Brother, I admire you for your conviction. Rare do we find any who are willing to die for their cause.
LDW - No. Now Look Lucas. I was speaking hypothetical before when I said you might have to kill Moose to get rid of HIM. HYPOTHETICAL!
Stank - LD-
Poe - If I might interject?
Stank - Go ahead.
Poe - I think I see now what Lucas is trying to do. Jack's HIM is one we've all pretty much ignored for the sake of our own agendas, but what of the cost to the man which the three of us call brother? What of the cost to Jack? It's not a thing any of us have considered before.
LDW - I've thought about it.
Poe - And what have you done? What have I done? Up til now what has Lucas done? I confess to not entirely trusting HIM when it came to working with Jack on occasion. Nor do I confess to caring for that matter, but as I suggested to Lioness earlier, my world view has changed.
LDW - It's just wrestling. At the end of the day it's just a match.
Stank - No. Tonight is just a match. At the most it will be an object lesson for those who are paying attention. When Moose and I tangle... it will be more.
LDW - I don't want to see either one of you die... not like this.
Stank - Trust me LD when I tell you... neither do I.
*More smoking, more silence.*
Poe - Gentlemen... we're supposed to be celebrating. My wife went to a lot of trouble.
Stank - You're right.
LDW - Happy Birthday week, Omar.
Poe - Thank you.
Stank - Where is Selena, anyway?
Poe - She is not fond of lounges such as this. I imagine she is enjoying the violence back at the arena.
LDW - Violence?
Stank - What?
Poe - You are not aware...? A fight broke out at my celebration. Currently the New Guard are facing off against Lioness and her husband and I believe D&D, and the rather large biker man are there.
Stank - Fan fucking tastic.
Poe - Jack was there but he left. Not before handing me this.
*Poe reaches back into his pile of gifts and pulls out Happy Dethbat.*
Stank - He GAVE you that?
Poe - A birthday gift.
Stank - Can I borrow it?
*Poe considers Stank's request as the camera fades.*
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Post by BookerShark on Apr 25, 2012 18:06:37 GMT -5
Everyone is recovering from Mai's smoke bomb antics and the retreat of the New Guard. Fire is all disheveled and has some how lost her heels, but her dress and jewelry are intact. Alexander finds her in the clearing smoke.
AD: Are you okay?
FW: Okay? THAT WAS FABULOUS! When was the last time we did ANYTHING like that?
AD: I don't know. Gee, I hope you're not too tired for Mayhem. It'd suck to have to beat you...wait, no it wouldn't.
FW: How would you know?
AD: Cute.
FW: But true.
AD: C'mon let's get out of here.
FW: We should go out.
AD: Are you kidding? Aren't you exhausted?
FW: What? No way! I am ready to go...seriously, I don't think I've been this......
AD: Energized?
FW: Energized....that's a word for it......there's another one though.
AD: ...
FW: ...
At the same time, Fire and Alex run out of the room and down the hall towards their suite.
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