Post by Road Warrior Shark on Jan 20, 2016 20:31:34 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (Show 725) Whittier, Alaska January 27, 2016
OOWF World Title Match Matt Folz (C) vs. Christian Carter
OOWF World Tag Team Title Match The Circle (C) vs. Firewoman & Chad Madison
Intercontinental Title Match Mai Muyo (C) vs. Alexander Darling
Non-Title Match Beverly Cambridge vs. Dre Gaines
Rabbit Mask vs. Zed Alexis Darling vs. Chloe Neal vs. Moosehead Jack vs. Daniella Murphy Ecosystem vs. Miranda Williams Tytan vs. Stank vs. Seamus McNasty vs. Awesome Bill Jason Allen vs. Tommy Wilder Lindsay McAllister vs. Edra Cox vs LD Williams vs. DK Murphy Eric Donavan v Agrius
Firewoman, Lucky, Stank, Ashley, and Spencer are sitting in the Destroyitarium II, post Mayhem, looking over papers.
FW: Well?
L: *still looking* Yeah....I think you're right, Fire. There's no way out of this. *looking at Ashley and Spencer* I'm sorry.
FW: Dammit....
L: She's as good as contracts as you are, Fire, it's no surprise there's no loopholes.
FW: I know, I was just hoping you'd see something I missed.
SD: Oh well....
Fire looks at Stank who has not said anything, but merely stares at the table, hands folded. She shakes her head with annoyance and turns back to Ashley and Spencer.
FW: Look, so you go there, you quit, you come back here and--
Ash: Or we just leave. We don't have to go to Florida, Spence...all the exposure we've gotten here? People would be lining up to hire us as bartenders.
SD: C'mon Ash, you know those jobs don't pay as much....
Ash: ....and...well, we'd miss the travel and the road.
SD: And....*looking around*....most of the people.
FW: Maybe you could talk to your brother?
SD: You know how he is when he's like this...
FW: I could try and talk to hi--
S: NO!
Everyone looks at Stank in surprise. He gives Fire a look that says not to discuss it right now. She glares, but turns back to Spencer and Ashley.
FW: Well....you guys do...whatever you feel you need to. I speak for everyone when I say we all have your backs, and if you need ANYTHING....
Ashley and Spencer nod and get up. Fire gives Lucky a look, and he leaves as well. She turns to Stank.
FW: No?
S: I know it's a foreign concept to you, but no. You'll do something stupid like offer to not divorce him if he gives Destroyitarium back, thinking you can work your way out of it later, so....no.
FW: *frowning* Well, at least I'm TRYING--
S: Aha! So that IS what you are thinking.
FW: Lucas.....just....fucking do something.
S: What?
FW: This is ridiculous. You've got fucking Awesome Bill from Dawsonville trying to rally the troops.
S: ....
FW: Did you hear what I just said?
S: Gotdammit woman, this is not my thing anymore--
FW: Oh, bullshit. Only because you are too stubborn to admit you miss this place.
Fire gets up and storms off. Stank watches her go, a little confused, but mostly just fuming. Poe arrives and sits down across from him.
P: That temper is never going to change.
S: Not in the mood, Omar.
P: I know you think I don't approve. It's not that.
S: I don't care what you think about it.
P: You said it yourself when you were talking to Moose. "The two people she cares most about in the world"....your words.
S: ....
P: Lucas....you are a man of honor. While Fire doesn't care about the legalities and appearances....you do.
S: I assume you have a point, so please get to it.
P: The same point I made to Fire. I do not want either of you to get hurt.
S: ...
P: ....
S: That it?
P: No.....I'm not going to Alaska. But OOWF will be in Hawaii soon, and Selena wants you, Moose, LD, and Fire to come for dinner.
S: Five reunion....that'll get tongues wagging. Fire won't come if Moose is there though, so maybe I'll come with her another night--
P: Selena says it's one night, all or nothing.
S: *chuckling* She would.
Poe gets up and puts his hand on Stank's shoulder.
P: I do hope everything with Fire works out. You both do seem....well....better. I just have my doubts that her demons will leave you both in peace.
Poe lets go, and leaves. Firewoman comes storming back in, still mad.
FW: What'd he want?
S: Oh....he wants us to come to dinner when we're in Hawaii.
[SeamusMcNasty] And that is why I hate the Miz. He's got potential, but he just doesn't live up to it. Unlike Randy Orton, who has no potential and lives right up to that.
MHJ: "if it is kinky, depraved, erotic, or a fetish, you will find it"
Cyclops698 "I'm 100% committed to our fake marriage"
[SeamusMcNasty] And that is why I hate the Miz. He's got potential, but he just doesn't live up to it. Unlike Randy Orton, who has no potential and lives right up to that.
MHJ: "if it is kinky, depraved, erotic, or a fetish, you will find it"
Cyclops698 "I'm 100% committed to our fake marriage"
*An hour later Stank and Firewoman walk hand in hand out of a club... yes it's one of THOSE clubs, but neither of them seem satisfied by whatever perverse debauchery takes place in an establishment like that.*
Stank - How do you keep finding these places?
FW - There's an app.
Stank - Oh.
FW -
Stank - Sorry I wasn't into it... even less so than last time.
FW - S'ok. Truth is I wasn't really in the mood either.
Stank - Really?
FW - No it's... I don't know. I don't feel the same about it as I used to. Something's off.
Stank - Maybe I'm rubbing off on you.
FW - *scoffs* Maybe.
*Stank pulls Fire in closer as they continue to walk in silence through the cold night air.*
Stank - That scare you?
FW -
Stank -
FW - Yeah. A little. But it's a good kind of scared I think. Like... when I'm climbing a cage to do a BFE from the top.
Stank - I'm not sure I like that analogy.
FW - Okay like when I'm on the road and take a blind curve at a hundred miles per hour.
Stank - You haven't actually done that have you?
FW - uuuuuuuuuuuh...
Stank -
FW - ... Not on my new bike.
Stank - Jesus woman you're going to get yourself killed.
FW - The POINT is... Yes, you scare me a little, but not in a way that makes me want to run away.
Stank -
FW - In a way that makes my heart beat faster wondering what's coming next.
Stank - That's... probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
FW - I say nice things.
Stank - Sure.
FW - I DO!
Stank - I'm aGREEing with you, woman!
FW - Doesn't sound like it.
Stank - For the record... You're changing me too.
FW - I am?
Stank - Yeah. Like this Destroyitarium thing.
FW - Ah so you DO care.
Stank - Not for the reasons you might think. And no I didn't at first.
FW - Oh?
Stank -
FW -
Stank - Look. Let's just be honest here. The ONLY reason Royalty is occupying the Destroyitarium is because the douche prince thinks that it's getting under my skin. He thinks somehow he is... robbing me of my legacy. Well the truth is... I am annoyed, but not at Alex.
FW - Who then?
Stank - I'm annoyed at Drink & Destroy... or what's left of them. You said it yourself. Fucking Awesome Bill is trying to rally the troops and he ain't even part of D&D. The only one who's even displayed the kind of passion needed about this is you... and you're only doing that because we're together.
FW - It's not just that.
Stank - Okay, but still... My attitude has been... meh. And that's mostly fueled by what I don't see coming out of Drink & Destroy.
FW -
Stank - The other part of it is... I am not interested in validating Alex's bullshit.
FW -
Stank - But I am very interested in making you happy... and you want me to do something about this... so... I will.
FW - YAAAAY!
Stank - Not doing it for Drink & Destroy, though. I'm doing it for you... and I already have a plan. I'm just waiting on a call from some people.
FW - Ooooh what? What do you have?
Stank - Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. Let's talk about someone who's really been pissing me off.
FW - Who?
Stank - Your buddy, Tytan.
FW - Oh. Him.
Stank - Yeah. He's going around talking shit about what the people want to see and what the OOWF is really about. And at first I was all okay you son of bitch you want to give the people what they want, then I will fucking give it to you, and it will be violent, and The Awakening can't save you asshole!
FW - That sounds promising.
Stank - Yeah... but then I thought... of something better.
FW - Huh?
Stank - The INC's. They follow us all the time. I'm sure they're on us now... and it annoys the fuck out of Tytan.
FW - Yeah?
Stank - So... from now on... the fuckwit can just look forward to more of the same. I'm going to give him the exact opposite of what he thinks the so called people want to see. He doesn't like drama in wrestling... even though his friends in The Awakening are just as, if not more so, guilty of perpetuating drama in the OOWF as anyone... that's all he's going to get, though. He doesn't like romance...?
*Stank pulls Firewoman in tight and lays on a passionate kiss.*
Stank - Fuck him. It's on.
FW - *swooning a bit.* Okaaaay.
Stank - He doesn't like comedy...? Suspense? Satire? Fantasy? Fasten your seat belts. He's in for a HELL of a ride.
FW - So... how...?
Stank - How? I'll tell you how. I got a match coming up with him, Bill, and Seamus McNasty. If I did things HIS way I'd simply promote the match. The OOWF banner would fall behind me as I pontificate on and on and on about how much better I am than everyone else and how badly I plan on beating each of them, straight no chaser. Then he'd retort. Then Bill or Seamus might chime in. Then I'd respond and it would go on like that til we meet at Mayhem cause that's... WRESTLING!!
FW - Okay.
Stank - Fuck that guy. I'm going promo any fucking way BUT his way.
FW - Isn't that what we've been doing?
Stank - You are correct... except now... I'm doing it on purpose.
FW -
Stank - Trust me. There's a difference.
FW -
Stank -
FW - I don't care as long we get out of this cold and into you know where.
*Fade back in from commercial break and a couple of hours have passed as Stank stands in a hotel bathroom, half dressed, brushing his teeth in a mirror. Stank looks straight into the camera from the mirror's reflection, leans down and spits into the sink. He straightens back up and smiles at the camera.*
Stank - She meant the sexy time in the hotel.
*Stank leans back down by the sink and rinses his mouth, before rising to his full height, giving himself a once over in the mirror, turning around, and walking out of the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him, as the camera fades.*
Mai rushes backstage to check on Matt Folz, who is being attended to by Jaime and a nurse.
Mai: Matt! I'm so sorry I didn't get out there in time. How are you?
Matt: I think my pride hurts more than my neck. (Matt adjusts his head.) No, wait, definitely my neck. (Matt adjusts again.) Eh, maybe my pride.
Jaime: He'll be fine, Mai. He just has to watch his back a little more now that Rabbit holds that briefcase for good.
Matt: Oh, and speaking of new targets on someone's back.
Mai: What?
Matt taps the championship on Mai's shoulder.
Mai: Lucky number six.
Mai: (smiles widely) I guess so. Lucky number six.
Matt: Shatters the heck out of my record. What did I have, 3? 4? 1?
Jaime: Three. You're not too concussed to count, dear.
Mai: It's so funny. I've been feeling like I've been banging my head against the wall for weeks now, not moving forward . . . even in the match tonight, I almost never got in it, until I was right where I needed to be. Lucky.
Matt: Oh not this fucking shit.
Jaime: Matt!
Mai: What?
Matt: How many times do I have to tell you, Mai. It's not fucking luck. You're one of the best wrestlers in this company, and when you take a legal tag, hold the champion down in a crucifix and take his championship, it's not luck. It's good timing, sure. But not luck. Nor is it luck that the two most prestigious championships in this company belong not to Royalty, not to Awakening . . . but to Matt and Mai. They can talk for hours and hours of screen time if they want, we back it up.
Mai smiles, but then it fades quickly.
Mai: Did you mean it?
Matt: Mean what?
Mai: Sorry. Mean it when you said . . . you wouldn't go fight Awakening.
Matt: Mai, I know you're angry at your brother.
Mai: I am.
Matt: And he's a prick.
Mai: I know.
Matt: Like, a huge, monumental prick.
Mai: I know.
Matt: Like an enormous, throbbing, pimple-ridden -
Jaime: Matt.
Matt: Sorry. He's a jerk. On principle, I'd be happy to sock him in the jaw for you. And if anyone in that group came at me, I'd give it back twice over. But do I need to start extra wars beyond the ones in front of me? Fuuuuuck nooooo. You and I have Royalty to worry about this week. Be focused, be steady, and don't take it for granted.
Mai: Sure thing. Catch you two later.
Mai exits the room and stops once around and in the hallway. She takes off her championship, looks at it, and sighs.
Firewoman walks down the hall at the arena in Alaska, sort of smiling about something. Gee, I wonder what. She passes by Nate's office, glances at the whiteboard on the door that has the card on it, and walks past. She stops, turns, and goes back. Her good mood is gone as she scowls at the door before kicking...yes KICKING...it in. Nate is startled, but can't react as he is on the phone.
GMtN: Yes, yes, everyone's here...the last of the talent got in this morning, all the equipment, all the staff...we should be fine for a few days.......no no, catering's been advised and says they have enough....okay, well, someone just kicked my door in so I gotta....yeah, I know, it's like an every day occurrence with these people.
Nate hangs up.
GmtN: Whatever it is, I don't care, there's a--
FW: Why do I not have Ecosystem?
GMtN: Because you're in a championship match with your best friend and heavily decorated tag team specialist? You haven't had a shot at a belt for a while so--
FW: Juni doesn't get to do what he did, and then cheat to win, and THEN get off scot-free.
GMtN: Fire, I don't give a crap what your issues are right now, there are, in fact, things that are way more important than you.
FW: Like?
GMtN: Do you hear that wind?
Fire and Nate listen, and we do indeed hear a whole lot of wind.
FW: So?
GMtN: So, Alaska, specifically our part of Alaska is set to get hit with a huge blizzard. Starting...*looks at his watch*....according to the Weather Channel this is the first of it. We are hereby ordered by Alaskan officials to stay put. Everyone's safely here, so--
FW: What, like we can't LEAVE?
GMtN: That's what I said, yes...
FW: *from anger to...something else*...Nate...I can't...I can't NOT leave....
GMtN: I think if you listen to the wind and...*going over to the window*...wow, look at the snow already piling up, you'll realize staying put is the best course of action. It'll only be for a few days--
FW: *panicked* DAYS?
GMtN: Everyone's safe, both the back-up generator and the back-up to the back-up generator have been tested and everything works so we'll be warm, there's enough food, and we got two places for you guys to drink, so--
FW: I....I can't believe this....
GMtN: It'll be fine. The arena is plenty big so--
FW: WHO BOOKS A SHOW IN ALASKA IN JANUARY?!?!
GMtN: Um.....
Before Nate can answer, Fire storms out.
OOC: I got this idea this a.m. watching the news. I don't think OOWF has ever been snowed in all together....so have fun with this, everyone!
[SeamusMcNasty] And that is why I hate the Miz. He's got potential, but he just doesn't live up to it. Unlike Randy Orton, who has no potential and lives right up to that.
MHJ: "if it is kinky, depraved, erotic, or a fetish, you will find it"
Cyclops698 "I'm 100% committed to our fake marriage"
*A few minutes later Stank goes to kick in GM the Nate's door, but realizes it's already happened. Stank pouts a little before stepping into the office.*
Stank - Awww Who kicked in your door?
GMtN - Your girlfriend.
Stank - Oh.
GMtN - I suppose you're here to see about your... guests?
Stank - Yup.
GMtN - Don't worry. They made it in. They're accommodated and tucked away safely.
Stank - And probably pissed.
GMtN - I imagine YOU could do more to help that than I.
Stank -
GMtN -
Stank - I guess.
*Stank turns to leave, but before he does, he eyes the door barely hanging from its hinges.*
OOC: WTH? I just had a promo up that took place right after Mai and Matt...guess I'll have to post it again! So this takes place right after Mai leaves Folz lockeroom...
As Mai looks up from the IC Title, she's face to face with Christian Carter. Carter, still looking pissed after the match, looks at Mai and the title. Mai looks a bit defensive, as she looks around for other Royalty members, but realizes its just Carter. Carter looks Mai in the eyes, and does the one thing you wouldn't expect, lifts his hand up to shake Mai's. She is confused and looks at Carter, as he starts to speak.
CC: You and I are far from over Mai...you're keeping that belt nice and warm for me when I get it back from you, BUT...after tonight, I've a new found respect for you. You did what not alot of people can do in this type of situation, and is pin the champion, and not some other jackass, to win the title. We aren't done, that's for sure, but right now...I am going to focus on him.
Carter motions with his head without looking, and Mai looks and you see Matt at his door, with Jaime somewhat trying to keep him from tearing Carter apart.
CC: Just realize one thing Mai, I may not like you, half of that is probably because of your brother...the apples doesn't fall far from the Muyo tree, or so I'm told...but tonight, you earned my respect...
Carter still has his hand out and Mai looks at it and then at Matt who's shaking his head no. She looks as if she's going to walk away, but then decides to shake his hand. Jaime lets out a slight muffled Ma...but that's all she got. Mai puts the belt on her shoulder, and walks off. Carter then turns his attention to Matt...
CC: YOU on the other hand, I can't fucking stand...YOU are the biggest thorn in my side, and it's time to take you out and throw you out like the trash you are...
MF: Fuck you...
CC: Just remember what happened last time we faced each other when you held that title...
MF: Yeah, I remember you asshole...you had your band of buddies...the Suicide Kings I think...they helped you out...
CC: Actually, it wasn't them, it was her...
Carter looks at Jamie, who has a disgust look on her face.
CC: And I'm going to do the same to you on Wednesday...You are not better than me Matthew...you never have been and you never will be...I am the one who will beat you every time you think you have me. You just end up short...and from what I hear, when I had a certain personal assistant, that's not all that's short...
Carter laughs, as Matt's about heard enough...He looks to go do something but Jamie keeps him from doing it.
CC: Isn't that sweet Matthew...we can see who wears the pants in your fam...
Before he can say the rest, Jaime's hand come flying across Carter's face. Carter's head turns from the slap, and he as he looks back at Folz, he's laughing...
CC: I'll see you Wednesday Matthew...and I'm taking what's important to you...then I'm taking your Title!
Carter winks at Jamie, and turns off and walks as the camera fades.
(As the announcement is being made to shelter in place, The Sisters of Sin and Beverly Cambridge are warmly dressed as they approach Nate’s office to check the lineup.)
Edra: First Ely, now this. Oh well, we’re used to it.
Chloe: Speak for yourself. I wanna go back to Palawan.
Edra: Bohol next time. I wanna go diving.
Chloe:(smirking) I’ll bet you do. There was that...
(Chloe freezes as she looks at the lineup. She turns pale, then takes off.)
Beverly: Chloebear! (Bev turns to Edra) What’s with her?
Edra: I don’t...oh no. Fuck. He didn’t...
(Edra points to the lineup)
Beverly: What?
Edra: This. Either Alexis or Moose would be bad enough for her. Now she’s got both of them. Beverly: Oh no. What do we do?
Edra: Find her and stop her from doing something stupid.
(Bev and Edra take off looking for Chloe as the scene fades)
CM: Breeeeeeeeeeeathe.....Fire, this is great. Think about it, all our public appearances are likely cancelled, it's just all relaxing, working out, watching tv, whatever we want to do.
FW: .....
CM: What?
FW: Dammit I was breathing...now I lost count...
CM: You're impossible. Just...go find Lucas, I'm sure he can think of some way to distract you, and YES I realize what I just said.
FW: Oh...like...into the hallway?
CM: Yes....you aren't bringing him in here. I'm not dealing with the two of you for a week.
FW: A WEEK!!?? Nate said it'd just be a few days!!
CM: Fire, why don't we go train...it hasn't been that long since we teamed, but a tune up couldn't hurt.
FW: .........okay....
CM: Great...
FW: But if the ceiling caves in--
CM: If the ceiling caves in, with your last breath you can say "I told you so."
FW: ...
CM: ...
FW: That's maybe not as comforting as you intended. FAAAAAADE
[SeamusMcNasty] And that is why I hate the Miz. He's got potential, but he just doesn't live up to it. Unlike Randy Orton, who has no potential and lives right up to that.
MHJ: "if it is kinky, depraved, erotic, or a fetish, you will find it"
Cyclops698 "I'm 100% committed to our fake marriage"
Post by Road Warrior Shark on Jan 21, 2016 17:02:54 GMT -5
OOC
The interesting thing about Whittier Alaska, is that the entire town is pretty much contained in two massive buildings that are connected by an underground tunnel schools post office everything is indoors, kind of like a huge hotel without the amenities
The snowball fight rages on. Arctic McBearington and Opus the Penguin are field generals, leading the troops. Seamus McNasty drives his forklift around, shoving snow to either side, depending on who is the highest bidder. Justin Sane runs up to Stank.
JS: Boss! Boss! Can I have--
S: Here, Justin....just take it. He gives Justin a fiver, and Justin runs over to give it to Seamus. LD walks up to Stank.
LDW: Ready?
S: I dunno...maybe we should wait until later....
LDW: We're trapped for a week. It's perfect. It's like Mother Nature herself is on board.
S: You realize if this doesn't work, I could lose everything.
LDW: Naaaah....
S: "Naaah" is right, because I'm blaming you.
LDW: Why is it my fault?
S: Because it's your idea!
LDW: Details....Look, we aren't going to get this opportunity again. Meet ya back here in 5.
S: Mm-hmm.
LDW walks off. Stank takes a deep breath and sighs. He begins wandering around, looking for something or someone. He turns a few corners before finally spying Firewoman. He starts to walk up and then stops to observe her. She appears to be checking the walls and ceiling. He curiously walks up.
S: What are you doing?
FW: Do you think these walls are stable? Snow can be REALLY heavy, and it already busted through a tile in the ceiling....
S: I think they're fine. Look, Fire, come join the fun.
FW: Fun? You call this fun? No, there's gotta be a way out somewhere, and I'm going to find it. Do you have a spoon?
S: There's plenty of ways out, and no I don't have a spoon...why--
Fire turns.
FW: I don't care if you talk to Shannon.
S: Huh?
FW: I don't. Talk to her all you want.
S: Well, I will, but you get jealous so--
FW: And I don't want you saving the Destroyitarium for me. Do it for yourself.
S: Can we...uh...stay on one topic at a time--
FW: I do not get jealous. I don't DO jealous.
S: Back to this. Okay, and yes you do. Your face gets all crinkled up, when I mention talking to her.
FW: It does not.
S: Yeah? Watch....."Shannon" Fire's face crinkles up for a split second before going back.
S: HA! It did!
FW: Oh my gosh, it DID!
S: And you totally do jealous; how many of Alex's interviewers had to leave because of you? Sometimes physically?
Fire turns and goes back to looking for exits.
FW: Why a grown man walks around without a spoon--
S: What are you going to use it for, to dig your way out?
FW: ..............I'm not sure how I should answer that.
S: You just did. Look, come on, I want to...uh....I want to build a snowman....wait, you're not going to start singing are you?
FW: Huh?
S: Nothing...just come with me.
FW: It's so dark and small in here...I think the walls really are closing in--
S: Please?
FW: Oh lord, don't give me that look....fine, where are we going? Stank doesn't answer and leads Fire back the way he came, back towards the snowball fight.
FW: This much snow has gotten IN?
S: Well, I think Seamus actually pulled some in, and then Agrius and Tytan didn't want to be outdone, so-- Stank is interrupted by a flurry of snowballs headed his way. Firewoman is not so lucky, and one explodes all over her face. She and Stank turn to look and see LD and Moose standing there.
FW: What the--
LDW: Moose! You hit Fire!
MHJ: What? No I-- But he's interrupted by the huge snowball Fire has formed and thrown his way, with a lot more viciousness than one should throw a snowball.
FW: I'm not TALKING to you so LEAVE ME ALONE.
MHJ: You JUST talked to me.
FW: No I...okay, after THIS I am NOT TALKING TO YOU!
MHJ: FINE!
FW: FINE! Fire turns away, only to be hit in the back of the head again with a snowball. She turns back around.
LDW: Damn, Moose, you have a death wish.
MHJ: What are you talking about, you're the one who-- But Moose can't finish because Firewoman has SPEARED him into a snowbank. The two wrestle around for a while, as only the Quinns can when trying to settle their differences. They eventually get to their feet and exchange some hockey punches, moving closer and closer to the big closet that housed the Forklift of Fun. Stank and LD follow, but don't intervene. Finally, Fire goes for a haymaker, but Moose ducks the arm and catches her and quickly suplexes her into the big closet. He follows her in and he's just about to do something when suddenly the door slams shut. Fire sits up.
FW: What the...what did you do?
MHJ: NOTHING! The door slammed shut.
The two of them start pounding on the door. Scene change to outside where Stank and LD are standing.
LDW: Okay you two....we aren't letting you out until you make up.
S: Easy on the "we"
LDW: Don't be such a chicken.
Perspective change again, as Moose and Fire realize what has happened, and renew their efforts, taking their anger at each other out on the door.
MHJ: Open the goddamn door, LD. Fire woman merely attacks it with everything she's got...a bit of claustrophobic panic setting in. Back outside.
MHJ: *through the door* I will kill you both.
FW: *through the door* Not if I get to them first. Lucas!!
S: Um....yes pumpkin?
FW: Did you have anything to do with this?
S: I ... uh ... It was Billy Dee's idea mostly--
LDW: Chicken.
FW: LIAR! There are renewed attempts of mostly Fire but probably also Moose to break down the door.
LDW: Dammit, where is Justin....
S: You don't think Moose will REALLY kill us.
LDW: Nah, Moose won't...Fire on the other hand.... LD is interrupted by the sound of a large engine, and indeed, Justin comes driving up in the Forklift of Fun with Seamus. He directs Seamus to park the forklift in front of the door. They jump down and Stank gives Justin another five bucks, out of habit. He walks happily away. Seamus listens to the Quinn Commotion and shakes his head.
SMcN: I hope ye know what yer doin'. Hell hath no fury like an Irishman betrayed, and an Irish woman? Whooooo..... Seamus walks away talking to himself in Gaelic.
S: Now what?
LDW: Now? We wait.
Stank and LD sit on the forklift as the sounds of attempted destruction start to subside, only to be taken up again periodically.
Back inside the closet, Moose has taken a seat on a bunch of old stuff. Fire continues with the door until she's out of breath.
MHJ: Well.....I guess we are supposed to talk.
FW: I'm not....I can't....breathe....
MHJ: Huh?
FW: It's.....I can't..... Moose, concerned, goes over to her.
MHJ: I know....like when dad would throw you in the closet.
Fire nods, trying to catch her breath. Moose takes her hand.
MHJ: You're okay...it's a bigger closet....just do the counting breaths thing. Fire does, and eventually, she's able to stop hyperventilating. Then she pulls her hand away quickly.
FW: Still not talking to you.
She goes across the closet and sits on some other stuff, arms folded, back to Moose. Moose shakes his head.
[SeamusMcNasty] And that is why I hate the Miz. He's got potential, but he just doesn't live up to it. Unlike Randy Orton, who has no potential and lives right up to that.
MHJ: "if it is kinky, depraved, erotic, or a fetish, you will find it"
Cyclops698 "I'm 100% committed to our fake marriage"
BRICK~! picks up a water bottle sitting beside another locker and throws it at Zed, hitting him squarely in the forehead.
Z: - MILKANDBREADMILKANDBRE-OW! What was that?
B: It's okay. You were suffering from a case of austrinixphobia.
Z: - What?
B: Austrinixphobia. It's fear of snow from living in a place that rarely sees snow.
Z: OH MY GOD IT'S SNOWING? MILKANDBREADMILKANDBREAD -
BRICK~! picks up the water bottle, this time pouring its contents over Zed's head.
Z: - MILKANDBREADMILKAN-WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?
B: You are safe here. And we have plenty to eat, not just milk and bread. We are not losing power. Now, come with me. It's time for your scheduled training session.
Z: How can someone train at a time like this? I should be calling my family and making sure they are okay!
B: They're fine, it's barely sleeting where you live. Besides, our workout is going to be a little more ... loosely regimented today. You'll enjoy it.
Z: And what, pray tell, is that going to be?
B: Oh, just joining this little snowball fight going on down the hall.
(Edra and Beverly are scouring the building looking for Chloe and somehow coming up empty.)
Beverly: How does Chloebear do this?
Edra: What, vanish into thin air?
Beverly: I mean, yes, exactly that. Where is she?
Edra: A place like this it’s really hard for me to find her. Too many people, too many spirits, too many...
(Edra’s voice trails off as she touches a wall and shivers.)
Beverly: Too many...
Edra: Too many unresolved conflicts. Let’s leave it at that.
Beverly: I told you Juni would stand up for us.
Edra: Yeah, well, let’s see if it lasts.
Beverly: He deserves a little trust.
Edra: There’s only one person that I totally trust, and even with Chloe, it’s still fragile.
Beverly: But you and me....
Edra: You’re getting there. All that crap with Sunny, well, let’s just say I won’t let anyone in that easily again.
Beverly: I don’t get why Chloebear's freaking out so much?
Edra: (Stopping and staring a hole in Beverly) Really? Ever since we got here the Darlings have been a pain in our asses, and Lexie has been an even bigger pain than her bitch-ass brother. And having to face Moose...
Beverly: Oh, that’s not good.
Edra: “Not good?” That’s an understatement. If you knew totally how she felt about him...
Beverly: We talked about that. She’s better.
Edra: (shaking her head) She’s got you fooled. She’s terrified. If it was her and Moose teaming, it would be different. But she still thinks she isn’t good enough.
Beverly: She is good enough.
Edra: It’s just like the saying goes, if you think you’re good enough or you’re not good enough, you’re right.
Beverly: Chloebear will be just fine.
Edra: I thought that before...that’s what nearly broke her the first time. I’m not making that mistake again.
Beverly: You can’t protect her forever.
Edra: I can try. Come on, let’s find her.
(Beverly shakes her head as Edra walks down the hall, listening carefully, as the scene fades)
Post by Jack Quinn on Jan 22, 2016 15:46:30 GMT -5
<Moose and Fire remain trapped in the forklift room, Moose is sitting on a pile of junk, smoking a cigar, while Fire is pacing around like a caged animal>
FW: I KNOW! The ceiling!
<Moose looks up at the ceiling, which is a good 15-20 feet above them>
MHJ: And just how do you propose to get up there?
FW: On my own, clearly
MHJ: Knock yourself out
<Fire looks around for things to stack, or a ladder, or ANYTHING, but comes up completely empty>
FW: Let me get on your shoulders
MHJ: No
FW: WHY NOT?
MHJ: Because, one, it wouldn't work anyway, we would be too short, and two, if you're not talking to me, why the hell should I help you?
FW: Oh, so we should just sit here in this room, trapped until the whole building collapses and buries us in a cold, frozen death?
MHJ: Dramatic much? No, we sit here until you get the fuck over yourself
FW: ME?
MHJ: Yes you
FW: <laughing sarcastically> Oh of COURSE it's all me! Jackie Quinn never does ANYTHING wrong!
MHJ: Your words, not mine
FW: Yeah, you know some other words that were yours? Let me think "I would never have you committed" How'd that work out?
MHJ: Jesus Christ you are impossible. I did what I had to do, like I said, I am not fucking apologizing for it again.
FW: You have NEVER apologized for it
MHJ: Fine, I'm sorry I had you committed
FW: Liar
MHJ: Yeah, you're right, I probably should have just let it go so you could kill yourself in a match against Chloe. That would have been WAY better
<Fire just gives Moose a hard stare for a minute>
FW: Oh, you mean like you want to do against Alex?
<Moose just shakes his head and laughs>
FW: I'm sorry, was something funny?
MHJ: Yeah, you still don't fucking get it
FW: Get what?
MHJ: <getting angry> Goddamnit Fire, fucking THINK! Don't you think there was a REASON I did what I did? Fucking THINK! You have a goddamn future. I have seen you light up when talking about training wrestlers, or running a wrestling fed, or working with Covenant House. You have fucking PLANS for when this shit is over. You have the goddamn house in New Orleans, you have a future with Lucas, a family, all that fucking shit, and you were going to throw that all the fuck away in a feud with Chloe? No, I wasn't fucking going to let THAT happen. Goddamnit SOMEONE from this fucking family is going to BE something, and it sure as fuck isn't me.
<Fire just stares at Moose for a minute without saying a word>
MHJ: THIS. This is what I know. This is what I want. I have no plans for when THIS is fucking over. This will go on as long as I can possibly make it go on, and then........I have no idea. Probably jail, or bouncing at some dive in Detroit. I have no fucking clue. You have a chance for something after, I wasn't going to let you fuck that up.
FW: <snarling again> I don't NEED your help
MHJ: Sure you don't, big bad Firewoman, doesn't need anything from anyone, right?
FW: Oh you're one to talk
MHJ: See? Everything has to be a fucking competition with you, doesn't it? What is it Fire? You want to be the hero? You want to say you did all alone? You got your ass handed to you all alone? Are you that much of a glory hound?
FW: It has NOTHING to do with that. Beside, I have learned to take care of myself, clearly I can't count on YOU
MHJ: Oh here we go with this bullshit again. Which will it be this time? Not getting you from New York, even though I was a kid? Or, maybe not telling you I was Ket in Japan, which would have completely fucked you over. Or, wait, maybe it was not retaliating against Eco as fast as you wanted me to? Or maybe not getting Tytan as fast as you wanted me to? Or, wait, certainly there are some I am missing. Which fucking time is it that I was supposed to come to the aid of a grown ass fucking woman who makes most of her trouble herself? WHICH FUCKING TIME LISA? Your husband did exactly fucking ZERO to help in any of those situations, ZERO, and he skates. He always fucking skates. No grudge, no snide fucking comments, you know, the guy who you fucking MARRIED and who SWORE to protect you? Yeah, he did exactly fucking NOTHING, but hey, let's not blame it on that colossal fucking piece of shit, let's put it all squarely on MY fucking shoulders. I am not a knight in shining armor, and I am not fucking coming to your rescue, on YOUR goddamn terms every fucking time you let your temper get the best of you!
<Moose and Fire both turn their backs to one another and refuse to speak>
Sta: Dammit, I thought we were making progress
LD: We could be here awhile. These may be the two most stubborn people on the planet.
<Stank takes his phone from his pocket and sends a quick text, within minutes Justin appears>
JS: Hey Boss, can I......
<Stank hands him five dollars>
Sta: Justin, go get Billy Dee and I some coffee and.......I don't know, a pizza or something, what do you want on your pizza?
LDW: Dunno, Canadian bacon is fine
Sta: That's ham
LDW: So?
Sta: Why the hell do you call it Canadian bacon when it's just ham? And what the hell do you call bacon?
LDW: Why are you yelling?
Sta: BECAUSE FIREWOMAN IS GOING TO KILL ME!
LDW: She is not, you big baby. Justin, Pepperoni and cheese is fine
The Phillies are everything I hoped the Mets would be - a team that plays their fucking asses off for all 27 outs. They're never out of a game. Solly 10/20/09
FW: Do you have to smoke that? We only have so much oxygen in here, and it's already getting low.
MHJ: It is not, stop it.
Fire glares. She looks around and goes back to pacing, and again eyes the ceiling. She literally attempts to climb the walls, making Moose laugh.
FW: You know, at least I'm TRYING.
MHJ: Fire, LD and Stank will let us out eventually.
Fire growls and again looks around, before looking up and eyeing the ceiling, studying it.
FW: How tall are you?
MHJ: Five eleven.
FW: Together that's...11 and a half feet.
MHJ: So?
FW: SO we add our arm stretch that's another couple of feet, so I think I can make it.
MHJ: You cannot..
FW: Can too.
MHJ: Can not.
FW: Can. Too.
MHJ: *standing up* Can. Not.
FW: CAN. TOO.
MHJ: CAN. NOT.
FW; CAN! TOO!
MHJ: CAN! NOT!
Fw: CAN! TOO!
MHJ: CAN! NOT!
FW: CAN! TOO!
MHJ: CAN! NO -- this is ridiculous. Fine.
Moose holds his hands clasped in front of him to give Fire a boost.
FW: I'll have to maybe stand on your shoulders, and then you can boost me onto your hands and--
MHJ: FINE, just do it.
Fire grabs Moose's shoulders, and then puts a foot on his hands. He boosts her up until she's standing on his shoulders, him holding her feet. Since they're wrestlers, they already have good balance. Or something. Firewoman reaches....reaches...reeeeeeeeeeeeaches......
FW: No, I'll have to get on your hands and have you boost me up...
MHJ: I'm not doing that.
FW: Yes you are.
Fire kicks him in the head.
MHJ: OW! FINE!
Moose puts one arm up and then the other and Fire puts one foot on his hand, and then the other. Sloooowly Moose extends his arms.
MHJ: You need to lay off the ice cream.
FW: Shut up....almost there...just a little mooooore....
MHJ: That's it, my arms are straight...
FW: If I just....stretch....a little.....bi--
Fire's words are cut short as she topples over and crashes through the stuff Moose had been sitting on, propelling Moose to fall backwards. Moose gets up and makes sure his limbs still work before he looks over to see that Fire hasn't moved.
MHJ: Shit....Fire...FIRE!...LISA!?
OUTSIDE: Stank and LD hear the crash.
S: That didn't sound good. Check the INC.
LDW: NO. It's fine. Do you remember when they played Battleship?
S: Okay...still--
LDW: We can check later, let them work this out privately. Don't you have guests?
S: I'm not leaving you here to deal with this.
LDW: .......okay yeah, if Fire figures a way to bust out of there, she'll probably want to see you first.
Last Edit: Jan 22, 2016 21:43:20 GMT -5 by Fire-Babe
[DevSop] god your sex life scares me
[SeamusMcNasty] And that is why I hate the Miz. He's got potential, but he just doesn't live up to it. Unlike Randy Orton, who has no potential and lives right up to that.
MHJ: "if it is kinky, depraved, erotic, or a fetish, you will find it"
Cyclops698 "I'm 100% committed to our fake marriage"
(Beverly and Edra have now split up on their quest to find Chloe. Beverly is leaving a room she checked when once again she is nearly run over by Zed)
Zed: Hey! Watch it!
Bev: You knocked into me! What the hell?!
Zed: (pissed off look on his face) This place is falling apart! Snow is coming in the walls, a bear got in!
Bev: A bear? How can a bear get in?
Zed: He almost mauled me!
Bev: (realizing Zed is a little frantic, takes his arm and guides him over to a convienently placed chair) Ok, sit down...(gently pushing him in a chair)
Zed: No! (resisting) We have to get milk and bread...
Bev:(soothingly) I'll get you some..we are fine. There is no way a bear got in honey...close your eyes and breathe.
Zed: (begins to object)
Bev: (forces him to sit)Eyes. Closed. Breathe. Or I'll find a way to lock you in with Fire and Moose.
Zed: (sits, closes his eyes, breathes in and out)
Bev: Good. We are all..safe from the weather in here..we might not be safe from the insanity of this fucking company but we are safe..
Zed: That wasn't convincing.
Bev: Have you noticed this place is filled with whack-os?
Zed: Including you're new leader. (opening his eyes now, frowning a bit)
Bev: I'm sure he has a crown to prove he's the leader of the pack...
Zed: Why are you being nice? (suspicious)
Bev: You are going to hurt youself acting like this and while that would be beneficial to me and our upcoming match...(shrugs) Besides, I am nice. I just see things differently than others here.
Zed: That made no sense.
Bev:(shrugs) Yeah, well, I have to go find Chloe.
Zed: (arches an eyebrow) She's missing? Maybe the bear got her.
Bev: Yeah...but I'd be more worried about the bear...take care...I don't want you messed up before I can kick your ass in the ring.
Zed: As if that is going to happen. (rising now)
Bev: (hears others coming) We shall see...(as others head down the hall, laughter and gaiety coming with them Bev slips off down another hall)
(a few minutes later)
(stumbling upon the new location of the Destroyitarium II, she once again pauses)
Bev: (pulls out her phone and texts Edra) Any luck?
Edra: No.
Bev: I'm going to try in the "bar".
(pocketing her phone before Edra replies, she pushes the door open)
Post by Jack Quinn on Jan 23, 2016 15:59:18 GMT -5
<Moose gets to his feet and brushes himself off, cursing under his breath the whole time. He finally turns and sees Fire, lying where she landed, still not moving. Moose runs over to her>
MHJ: Fire! Fire! Lis.......LISA! Shit
<Moose slaps her face a few times trying to wake her up, but to no avail. He frantically looks around for something, some water, anything! But no luck. Jack stops and gets a sour look on his face, looks up to the sky and snarls, then pulls a flask of whiskey from his pocket, finds an empty cup and empties what remains in the cup. Jack splashes the whiskey in Fire's face and she wakes up with a gasp>
FW: WHAT THE HELL MAN?
MHJ: I had to wake you up!
FW: I was asleep?
MHJ: More like unconscious
FW: WHAT DID YOU DO?
MHJ: I didn't do anything! YOU fell off my shoulders trying to reach the ceiling!
FW: YOU PUSHED ME.........AND IS THIS WHISKEY ON MY FACE?
MHJ: Yes, there was nothing else?
FW: YOU HAVE WHISKEY?
MHJ: I HAD whiskey
FW: YOU HAD WHISKEY THIS WHOLE TIME AND DIDN'T SHARE IT?
MHJ: You were being a jerk
FW: ME? You THREW me into a pile of junk!
MHJ: YOU FELL! IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU ARE CLUMSY!!!
FW: CLUMSY? I am better off the top rope than you will EVER be!
<Moose scoffs>
FW: When was the last time you even CAME off the top rope?
MHJ: I JUST did! Against Donavan!
FW: Oooooh a knee drop, bet that took HOURS of practice!
MHJ: jealous much?
FW: Of you? HA!
MHJ: Three time Grand Slam
FW: Six pack champion
MHJ: Doesn't count
FW: Like hell it doesn't
MHJ: the trios titles aren't even AROUND anymore. They don't count
FW: Do too
MHJ: Do not
FW: Do too
MHJ: Do not
FW: Do too
MHJ: Do not
FW: Do too
MHJ: Do not
FW: Do too
MHJ: Do not
FW: DO FUCKING TOO
MHJ: DO FUCKING NOT
<we hear more crashing inside as we cut outside to LD and Stank, still sitting on the forklift>
Sta: I thought we were making progress
LDW: How old are these two? I swear it feels like we are babysitting
<back to the inside, where whatever was left intact is now destroyed and Fire and Moose are sitting once again ignoring one another. Jack reaches into his pocket and pulls out the flask and drinks the few remaining precious drops>
FW: I thought you said you were out?
MHJ: I am now
FW: You could have shared!
MHJ: You could have NOT been a jerk!
<back to the crashing and destruction, and back to LD and Stank>
Sta: Billy Dee, they have been in there over a day, and they are out of alcohol, maybe we should open the door before someone dies. Someone like........oh, I don't know........US!
The Phillies are everything I hoped the Mets would be - a team that plays their fucking asses off for all 27 outs. They're never out of a game. Solly 10/20/09
Post by Jack Quinn on Jan 23, 2016 16:08:13 GMT -5
<we cut back to the epic snowball fight of epic epicness and see Bill and Justin pinned down in a foxhole by members of the Awakening. Bill pulls out his cellphone and calls Ellie May>
ABFD: Ellie! we's in a heap a trouble here! Me and Justin is pinned down by them Awakening fellers and lady fellers! Where's you at?
EMFE: We are just to your right! We can get inside from here, when you can, make a run for it!
ABFD: Justin son, you ready?
JS: Yes
ABFD: Ok son, you go first, yous smaller, you make less of a target. Ok son, on three, one......two.....uhhhhhhh......GO!
<Justin takes off out of his foxhole and gets about halfway across when a snowball nails him right in the chest! Justin goes down in a heap>
<Bill grabs a pile of snowballs and unleashes a BARRAGE on the Awakening, momentarily keeping them at bay, he races to Justin and scoops him up and makes it to the foxhole where Ellie May and Arctic are waiting>
ABFD: JUSTIN! JUSTIN! TALK TO ME SON!
EMFE: Opus, Arctic, keep Awakening at bay, I have to check on Justin
<they nod and continue to unload snowballs on Awakening. Ellie May gets to Justin, who is lying there, eyes glassy staring up at the sky>
ABFD: <wailing> NO JUSTIN! NO! DON'T TAKE HIM GAWD! TAKE ME!
EMFE: Justin, are you ok?
JS: So........so cold
EMFE: You're laying in a pile of snow
JS: I see........I see nothing but white
EMFE: It's snowing
JS: There........theres a light.......and a tunnel
ABFD: NO JUSTIN! SON DON'T GO TO THE LIGHT! STAY HERE SON! <Bill breaks down crying>
EMFE: That's the light from the Nowhere Bar, Grille & PCPL Repository
JS: But the tunnel.......
EMFE: Is just the door leading into the Nowhere Bar, Grille & PCPL Repository
JS: Oh. Well ok then, let's go inside
<Justin gets up and brushes himself off and heads toward the door>
ABFD: IT'S A MIRACLE SON! JUSTIN DONE LIVEIFIED! HALLELUJAH!
<Ellie May just shakes her head and follows the boys inside>
The Phillies are everything I hoped the Mets would be - a team that plays their fucking asses off for all 27 outs. They're never out of a game. Solly 10/20/09