Post by Moosehead Jack on Nov 15, 2018 1:54:11 GMT -5
<cut to a dark room, we hear a match strike and a candle is lit. As the flame grows stronger we see Moose and Fire standing there, blood still dripping from their foreheads Fire speaks first>
FW: Moose and Fire. Brother and Sister. Born in sin shaped in iniquity. A brother and sister together I wouldn't want to face in my best days let alone my worst.
Juni, do you remember who said those words? I want you to think hard about what it is you have created here. I want you to think hard about the controlled chaos of this world. I want you to think about all the lost souls that have passed through this world. I want you to think hard about those who failed the test of time, all those who could not handle the chaos you created. Then I want you to think about those who have survived, those who have survived the chaos and remain. Finally, want you to think about those who have not only survived, but thrived. I want you to take a moment to think about those who have called your chaos home for the longest. I want you to think of one Lucas "Stank" Mann, a man who has thrived on your chaos for over a decade.
You remember Stank, don't you? That is the man who said that. One of the baddest men in the OOWF gave us that respect, gave us the respect we earned. Now Juni.......there is one last thing I want you to think about, and I want you to think about this very carefully.........those are the people you have pissed off. Those are the people that want to end you. Those are the people that will not stop until we get what we want.
And that totally sparkles with me
<Moose pauses for a long moment, then finally speaks>
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
Tecumseh said that. Mai, here's what I want you to think about before we face one another again. I want you to think about something I've repeatedly.......don't think, just do. I've said that to many people, but I've only come across two that understood it. With Fire, it's like me, it's innate, automatic. With Chloe, it was learned. I thought you could understand as well, but I was wrong. You couldn't do it, you had me tonight, I was at your mercy, and you failed. You thought, and you lost.
You see, Mai, Juni, this all comes down to one very simple thing, and someone like you would say it's some lame sports cliche like "who wants it more?" It's not about that, it's about who will go further. Who will push themselves to the very limit, then willingly cross that line to inflict more pain. In the end, that is all that matters. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.....
FW: No.......the definition of insanity is pissing us off
MHJ: Rally the troops all you want Mai. Use your influence all you want Juni, you find whoever you can to step into the cage with us. You have been a thorn to us, individually and collectively, for far too long. It is time for the Saints to eliminate the Establishment. And Mai........there is a tiny part of me that hates that it comes to this. You had potential, I saw that hate in your eyes, I saw that dark place.........and no matter how much you want to believe otherwise, it's not me you hate, it's your brother, and it will ALWAYS be your brother. You could have stayed with the Saints and ended your brother, but you thought.........and now you will suffer the same fate.
<Fire blows out the candle and we go back to darkness and fade>
We fade in and see Eco and Mai discussing strategy when there's a knock on the door. We see Eco opening it and then a scowl on his face as he sees Matt Folz.
Matt: Relax, I'm not here to fight.
Eco: What do you want Matt?
Matt: First of all...
Matt hands both a plate with a big piece of cake on it.
Matt: This is the cake LD got us to celebrate Stan and I's record setting reign. Mai, you were a huge part of helping Stan and I with film study, wanted to give you one. And since we're giving her one, might as well give you one too Eco.
Eco and Mai look at one another and then at Matt suspiciously.
Matt: For fuck's sake, you really think I'd poison a piece of cake?
Eco grabs Mai's plate and then throws both in the garbage as Matt rolls his eyes.
Eco: That was delicious. Thanks for stopping by Matt, we'll see you on Wednesday.
Matt: Whatever... that was two perfectly good pieces of chocolate cake you just wasted.
Eco: We were actually in the middle of something, so if there wasn't anything else...
Matt: Actually there is. (Turning to Mai) Can we take a walk?
Eco: Oh HELL no.
Matt: No tricks, No big group attack. I just want to have a private conversation, that's all.
Mai (Nodding): Okay.
Eco: I don't like this.
Mai: It'll be fine, I'll be back in a few minutes.
Matt and Mai start walking down the hallway.
Mai: So what do you want Matt?
Matt: For my football team to hire a head coach with an IQ higher than my fucking shoe size, for starters. But that's another topic. I just want to take one more chance at getting you to listen to reason. Or barring that, at least listen to your own instincts for self preservation.
Mai: Why are you so determined I don't take this match on the 28th? Are you THAT afraid that I'll beat you?
Matt: It's not that. Don't get me wrong, you're one of the best wrestlers I've ever seen. You can go toe to toe with any of the five of us. If this were just a wrestling match, I'd be looking forward to going move to move against you and putting on a damn show. But you and I both know this isn't just another wrestling match. And that's why I'm not scared of you...I'm scared FOR you kiddo.
Mai: What are you talking about?
Matt: You said something a few years ago that's stuck with me.
Matt pulls out his phone and brings up the OOWF app.
And that's the catch for you. Because Jack, and Stank, and LD, they're always talking about how tough the Saints are. Maybe they talk about themselves too, but it always comes back to the Saints. As long as the Saints together stand tall over the company, they're happy.
But I know you, Matt. And I know that's not enough for you. Because Matt Folz cares first and foremost about Matt Folz. Matt Folz wants to be the greatest wrestler in the world right this moment. So if Moosehead Jack loses a match to Mai Muyo, but he gets to beat her down afterward with all his buddies . . . that's probably enough for him. He'll be fine with it. If Stank and LD lose to me, maybe they call it a bad night, maybe they get me in the hallway, but they'll be fine with it.
Matt: Now replace LD with Stan and that's still true. Even Fire, who's as pathologically competitive as I am, has a VERY scary look in her eye when discussing what she wants to do to you and your brother. I can be very violent when I have to be, hell I'm the one who invented this match. But where I differ from my colleagues is that I'm not violent just purely for violence's sake. All 5 of us want to win this match, and make no mistake we'll do whatever it takes to do so. But Fire and Moose want to win while bleeding you and your brother to death or close enough to make you wish you were dead. Me? I just want to win and hopefully do so without putting you in too much harm.
Mai: What makes me special to get this warning? You wouldn't care if Moose or Fire did anything to my brother. You'd probably help them.
Matt: You're damn right I would. But really, you have to ask why YOU'RE special? Your brother didn't act as my wife's Maid of Honor. Your brother didn't spend every night right beside me in the hospital after Jaime was attacked. Your brother didn't help me fulfill my Grand Slam. Jaime and I didn't spend hours upon hours hanging out with your brother outside of the ring. Now whether you listen to me or not is up to you, but I fucking OWE you this one last chance to back out.
Mai (Sarcastically): Gee, thank you. I'm sure you're saying all this from the bottom of your heart with no ulterior motive.
Matt: I am. Don't let your brother throw you to the wolves.
Mai: I appreciate the concern, but I'll be fine. We're ready to kick your ass.
Matt: Are you though? It was 3 and a half years ago we were walking down this exact same hallway. And you- whose best friend was attacked, whose Intercontinental Championship was stolen, who outside of myself had more reason to go after Royalty than anyone else in this company- told me you weren't going to join my team. And I wasn't upset then nor am I upset now. And do you know why?
Matt: Because I appreciated the fact that you knew your limitations. That you knew that in an environment with absolutely no rules you would be out of your depth. Nothing about that fact has changed.
Mai: I've changed... so have you.
Matt: Neither one of us believes that. Can I say one more thing though?
Matt: Remember your 3 rules?
1. Don't fight a battle you can't win.
You can't. It doesn't matter who Eco picks when he finalizes his team. Shizuru? (Matt laughs) We know all his moves. Zed, Mac, Kylie, Bridget? All damn good wrestlers, take nothing away from them. Maybe even potential Hall of Famers if their careers keep progressing the way they are. But you're going up against 5 no fucking doubt Hall of Famers.
2. Don't fight for a cause you don't believe in.
I don't know if you honestly believe your brother is being sincere or not. I still say sit this one out.
3. Fuck rules 1 and 2, if Matt Folz needs something I'm in.
I'm asking you, please do not get in that ring on the 28th. If you do I can't stop what's going to happen. This week? Sure, I'm fine doing this tag team match and having an extended sequence with you and I going at it. That'll be fun. But I'm telling you as your former friend: DO NOT go against the rest of the Saints. I'm willing to talk to you civilly, they I can assure you will not.
Mai: I don't need your protection Matt. My brother and I along with the rest of our team are going to beat the shit out of you.
Mai turns and walks off without another word. Matt shakes his head and then enters his room as we.... FADE
Just before Mai gets back into her locker room, there are two more figures standing in her way.
Mai:What do you two want? More people to tell me not to trust my brother?
Mai:Here to tell me I can't beat the Saints?
Mai:Here to tell me...wait, I don't have anything else.
Lexie:Nop...oh wait. You're done so I can go now. Here's the truth, we very much don't like the man behind this door...BUT we very much hate some of the people you're facing on November 28th.
Alex:If your brother was to never step foot in this company again, it would be a day too late for me...BUT I've always liked you Mai. Always saw the same things others saw in your but I never used that to manipulate you.
Mai:Isn't that what you're doing right now?
Alex:No it isn't because all I'm saying is that 6 weeks from now, the war between Jack and I ends for good, whatever the result. But there are others that will carry on his torch even as he becomes a bitter man. And if I have the opportunity to snuff those torches before they burn brighter, I can not help but to offer my services. We can not help but to take the chance to take another pound of flesh from your manipulators.
Lexie:No, Mai. They were never your friends. They were friendly when it suited them. That's how you tell we are not manipulating you. We have never given you half truths or false promises. We like you. We hate your brother, but the Saints are a scourge upon this business and if Stank & Fire are too blind to see that Jack has been manipulating them both for years in his financial vendetta against Alex and myself, then they will not be given mercy.
Alex:And if Matt & Stan want to dream that they in anyway fit the legacies of LD Williams and Poe, it is high time they learn some truths. Matt Folz is not half the wrestler LD Williams is and if there was anyone who ever came closer to ending LD Williams career than myself, please let me know. And Stan Fulton couldn't lace Poe's boots, in or out of the ring.
Lexie:Pick us, don't pick us. It truly doesn't matter because we will get our hands on all of them sooner or later. But stop listening to him. He's a liar. And a bad one at that. You do what you want and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Even if you make a wrong choice or decision, at least you'll know it was YOUR decision. Not someone else's.
Alex turns and opens the door and glares in at Junichiro before stepping out of the way and allowing Mai to enter. He puts his arm around Lexie's shoulder as they walk off.
Eco:What were they...
Mai:I'm not entirely sure yet.
Mai:More of the same from him. Let's get back to some tape.
As Eco looks at his sister for a second, he nods and turns back towards the television and we see that they're watching tape of one of Kylie & Bridget's tag matches. Mai doesn't seem focused as she looks back towards the door and we...
Post by Road Warrior Shark on Nov 17, 2018 20:56:55 GMT -5
~~~ We fade to the PHWF show in Zuunmod, Mongolia. PHWF International Television champion Sue Plexity is issuing her typical Open Challenge. She throws down the mic and "Glory" plays and suddenly Sebastian Davis strolls to ringside. The PHWF faithful recognize the former heavyweight champion, and erupt.
Announcer: Sebastian Davis is here! Sue Plexity looks worried!
Davis enters the ring and SPEARS her out of her boots. HE pulls Sue to her feet and nails the High Tide! The crowd boos, and the referee is trying to pull Davis off of her. He once agan drags the champ to her feet and hoists her up.. SPRING BREAK PLUNGE! Sue is OUT!
Announcer: What is going on?!?
Davis calls for a mic:
Sebastian: I don't care about Sue, her title, or this company. (Crowd boos) See, I'm not here to win a match or a title. I'm here to fulfill a promise I made a year ago when my contract ended and I left here as the undefeated PHWF champion. I told the suits one day I'd be back in the OOWF, and I'd come here to rub it in their faces.
Davis reaches in his jacket pocket and produces some papers. he brandishes a pen, then kneels and signs them on the back of the prone Sue Plexity. He holds the papers up high
Sebastian: Contract signed. I told you so. I'm a man of my word. You're looking at the future of the business. I'm a future OOWF champion. Guar. An. Teed.
Davis drops the pen and walks wordlessly up the aisle.
The Rev. BRICK~! stands at a pulpit and preaches to a crowd on a glorious morning in Mongolia. Zed is in a front pew to the left. Bridge O'Malley and Mac Flasher are in a front pew on the right. "Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet enters wearing dark sunglasses and a neck brace from the piledriver he took on the floor last Wednesday by Nick Fleming. Mama Juana is with him, who is carrying Josie. They sit in a back pew. However, BRICK~! immediately notices them.
RB: And look who has graced us with their presence. It's the first family of wrestling. The Bullet family. The devil in the human form of Nick Fleming viciously attacked my bell sheep, the better man for a better OOWF, Jack Bullet on the last Mayhem, but he is not letting what happened Wednesday night prevent him giving all the glory to God on Sunday morning. Jack, I want you to come up front here and address the parishioners.
Jack Bullet just sits for a few long moments. He then stands and takes the front lectern. He doesn't take off his sunglasses and he doesn't move his head.
JB: I swear to God Nick Fleming will die a thousand death and then I will piss on his corpse and set it on fire. Nick Fleming is not the devil in human form, he is a petty little man who can never accept the fact that he is as shitty in the ring as he is in life. I admittedly had a lot going on in my life, and still do, but I simply rated Fleming as a temporary distraction. If he wanted the World Champion to recognize his existence, congratulations, he did so and signed his death warrant. Nick Fleming can go to hell, sit on a hot coal and wait for me until it snows.
Zed gives Bullet a standing ovation as he leaves the lectern and returns to his seat. Rev. BRICK~! looks bewildered for a moment and then lights up with a bright smile.
RB: Amen! Thank you, Jack Bullet for that reminder that those who deal in sin will never reach the promised land.
Post by Road Warrior Shark on Nov 18, 2018 13:28:03 GMT -5
~~~ We fade inside the General Manager’s office. We see "Dynamite" Danny Taylor tending to some paperwork, while "Dashing" Victor Dinero sits nearby scrolling his Instagram feed. The door swings open and Sebastian Davis walks in, contract in hand. HE walks straight up to Danny and drops it on top of whatever he was working on. Danny looks up, clearly annoyed ~~~
Dinero: Who do you think you are just barging in here?
Davis: Your future standard bearer. There’s my contract. Signed, sealed, and now delivered.
~~~ Danny thumbs through it real quick and nods ~~~
Dinero: Alright kid we’ll put you on the card as soon as we can. See Alice for your arrangements and appearance schedules. She’s down the hall by catering, last office on the right.
Davis: I know. (he turns to Danny) I don’t want to face some no-name jobber. El Hijo de Mongolian Stomper or some shit like that. Put me in the ring with an actual talent. I’m not here to jerk curtains.
~~~ Danny gestures a few times hurriedly. ~~~
Dinero: You’ll wrestle who and where on the card that we need you to wrestle. We know you had a cup of coffee here a while back. And while you’re talented, you don’t have the pull to be barking orders.
Davis: Look, I’m not a team player, I’m not a company guy. I’m not here to give it my best and see what happens. I’m here for me. I do what’s best for Sebastian Davis. Right now, it’s taking the opportunity I’ve Earned here. You don’t want to give me what I’ve come for, I will get it somewhere else.
Dinero: You don’t want to be the best?
Davis: I’m no prospect. I’m not “The Chosen One”. Or “The Next Big Thing.” I’m better that that.You guys offered me because I am ALREADY the best. So put me in the ring with real talent, and SOON, or I’ll be gone and you guys can be Dave Cowens.
~~~ Sebastian walks away. Danny looks puzzled at Vic ~~~
Dinero: The guy in Charlotte that traded Kobe because he saw no use for him there.
Stank is LYING~! In bed when he slowly opens his eyes to find DAVIN MORELAND sitting on the edge of the bed sipping a Dunkin’ (formerly Donuts) coffee. Stank rubs his eyes to make sure he is really seeing what he’s seeing.
Stank - Moreland?
DM - HEEEEY Buddy! You’re awake!
Stank - What the fuck, Moreland? Why are you here?
DM - My being here makes more sense than you. So the question really is why are YOU here?
Stank - I'm pretty sure since I'm the one asking, the question REALLY is the one I JUST ASKED YOU.
DM - But YOU my friend are injured. So the question REALLY is how’s the knee?
Stank closes his eyes in frustration and releases a long sigh from his lungs.
Stank - Gotdammit Davin. I don’t have the energy for your particular brand of bullshit today. Now are you going to tell me what the fuck you are doing here, or not?
DM - Lisa asked me to check in on you.
Stank - The fuck she did.
DM - No bullshit. I swear.
Stank sits up slowly and swings his heavily bandaged leg over the side of the bed. Davin quickly stands up and scurries over to Stank’s side grabbing a chair along the way.
DM - What are you doing buddy? You got to keep that thing elevated.
Stank - I’m fairly certain I do not. You want to help me, hand me that knee brace over there and grab me that crutch while you’re at it.
Davin complies and starts to assist Stank with putting on his knee brace. Stank slaps at Davin’s hands in annoyance.
Stank - I got this! What the fuck’s the matter with you?
DM - I’m just trying to help.
Stank - It’s a couple days before Thanksgiving. I’m sure you got family in Boston to … OH! I get it.
DM - Don’t make me go back, Lucas.
Stank - You’d rather be in Mongolia, helping me put on a knee brace, than home tending to family?
DM - Look I love my family. Sam is great. Mickie’s a delight. Ma is ma as far as Ma’s go.
Stank - Sure.
DM - But everyone else … CHRIST!
Stank - So ... What excuse did you give them for your absence?
DM - I told them I was going to Dunkies to pick up some coffee and donuts per tradition as you well know.
Stank - I do not.
DM - But you should know.
Stank - I should not.
DM - I brought you some by the way.
Stank - Where did you find a Dunkin' Donuts in Mongolia?
DM - You'd be surprised.
Stank - So you left your wife and daughter back in Boston to deal?
DM - What? Fuck no! I’m not a monster.
Mickie Moreland walks in playing on her bedazzled, IPhone X. She glances up from the cell phone and smiles at Stank before looking back down.
MM - Hi Uncle Lu.
Stank - Hey Mickie.
Stank glares at Davin Moreland who smiles broadly.
DM - Sam is visiting with her brother and sister.
Stank - So … You left your mother to deal with the rest of your family?
DM - They won’t miss us. Anyhoo .. How’s the knee?
Stank - *grumble* *grumble*
DM - Don't *grumble* *grumble* me! It's a legit question.
Stank scowls at Davin as Mickie giggles.
Stank - The knee is healing nicely. I would ask how your wife and child are doing except Sam is apparently visiting the twins and your daughter is sitting on the edge of my bed laughing at something on her phone.
Mickie turns around and shows Stank what she is looking at. Her phone displays the OOWF's Instagram page with a live broadcast of Mickie showing Stank the OOWF's Instagram page on her phone.
MM - You and daddy are funny.
Stank smirks at Davin
Stank - Some parent YOU are, letting your kid watch this crap.
DM - Hey! She must have hacked her way past the parental controls. Go find your mother, munchkin. Give your Uncle Lu a hug before you leave.
Mickie hops off the edge of the bed, races around and hugs Stank. Davin takes the phone away from her before she stalks out of the room.
Stank - Jesus they grow up fast.
DM - Yes they do. She had a boy over at the house a couple of weeks ago.
Stank - I'm sure that went well.
DM - Sam was in the house, but ... You and I were boys once. You know how we were.
Stank - I'd feel more comfortable if we weren't discussing this all close like on my bed.
DM - I'm secure enough in my masculinity to d-
Stank - For fucks sake, Moreland, let me get up. I have to pee.
DM - Fine. Let me help you.
Stank - I don't need your help with that.
DM - I can hold it for you, if you want?
Stank - WHAT?
DM - ... What? ... YOUR CRUTCH, Man! I was talking about your crutch!
Stank - Sure you were.
DM - If you’re going to be like that then I guess I’ll just go say hi to the rest of the gang.
Stank - Really? I don’t think they like you.
DM - Whaaa? Me? No! Everyone frickin LOVES me!
Stank - No. No. After nearly a decade of self reflection, soul searching, and finally just not giving a gotdamn, I’m at a place in my life where I only barely like you.
DM - That hurts, man.
Stank - I know for certain the rest of the Saints like you way less than I … which probably means they fucking hate you. Quite frankly I’m surprised you made it past the bar in the Destroyitarium without one of them spitting on you.
DM - Moose tried, but when he saw I had Mickie with me, he swallowed it.
Stank - Yeah, we don’t mess with kids around here. Apparently Fire and I are trying to adopt this a little girl named Josie.
DM - Really dude?
Stank - I don’t know. My mind has been in a fog for the last couple of months. I feel like I haven’t really been present, you know? Like I could have sworn for a second there, that Fire got married to someone else then had it annulled, but that can’t be right, can it?
DM - You’re asking me?
Stank - Yes.
DM - Well … it sounds … EXACTLY like something she would do.
Stank - Fuck!
DM - Don’t worry. You said she had it annulled, right?
Stank - I don’t know. I’ll have to look it up in the archives. Like I said, my mind has been in a fog. I just hope it hasn’t affected my relationship like it has my performance.
Davin loosens a creepy grin from his face.
Stank - MY IN RING PERFOMANCE, asshole. My PERFORMANCE in the RING!
DM - Hey I’m not one to judge.
Stank - Really? Why did you say you were here?
DM - Um … to help your gimpy self go pee?
Stank - Oh right. I do have to pee.
DM - Yes. Then when we get there I can hold it for you.
Stank - You mean my crutch, right?
Stank - Right??
DM - Yo, If that’s what you want to call it … to each their own.
Stank - What the fuck happened to my knee?
DM - Geez, You really have been out of it, haven't you?
FADE in on a view of a large banner reading “Nick Fleming for OOWF Champion” in big capital letters. The aforementioned Nick Fleming stands at a podium in front of said banner with a bunch of microphones. Reporters are positioned facing the podium.
NF: “Before I take any questions, I want to make a few statements. First, I stand with everyone here in the OOWF in that if those goombas try to take Josie, we’ll all make sure they depart with fewer limbs than when they started.
“Second, I would like to make it known to the OOWF Booking Committee that changing my opponent for tomorrow at the last minute is unfair to all involved. I was preparing, and had done film study, for Killer Kahn, Jr. and tailored my game plan for that opponent. Now I’m facing some also-ran called Sebastian Davis. Seems this Davis person thinks he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. Well we’ve all witnessed the true character of someone who claimed they were better than they were. Jack Bullet is a known philanderer and failed child abductor. He engages in sham marriages and weird religions. He’s a horrible person wrapped in pseudo-patriotism and insincere virtuousness.
“Sebastian Davis, there’s no doubting your confidence and lack of humility. However, that doesn’t mean jack when it comes to the OOWF. I’ve held the OOWF Intercontinental Championship twice and was Breakthrough Star of the Year. You’re not stepping into the ring with a jobber. Though I believe I am. Watch your mouth.
“Now, I’ll take a few questions.”
R1: “Mr. Fleming, do you feel any remorse for dropping Jack Bullet on his head on the bare concrete?”
NF: “Not at all. As I’ve said, Jack Bullet is a phony patriot and he had it coming. Maybe his voodoo priestess can make him invincible next time instead of doing nothing more than underwater oral sex-capades.”
R2: “Aren’t you concerned about retaliation?”
NF: “Look. The OOWF is about as weird as it gets. But if weird voodoo magic starts being used, we might as all quit the place since we’ve crossed over from hardcore wrestling federation to some cheap-ass romance/sci-fi fan fiction mashup.”
R2: “You have strong feelings about the state of the OOWF?”
NF: “I’ve been a fan of the OOWF for a decade. I’ve watched the great matches. All the great wrestlers and stables. I’m not sure what the OOWF is now, but I’m here to bring it back to its glory and give it back some much needed gravitas. Which is why I should be the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion and not some child abductor.”
R3: “Speaking of stables, what side are you going to be on in this war between the Quinns and the Muyos?”
NF: “Neither. I’m here for one thing. The OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. I’m not here for blood feuds, grand slam awards or to make some weird romantic hookup. I’m here to wrestle in that ring, defeat my opponent and win championships. I could not care less what the Saints, Mai and Junichiro have in mind. None of them hold the World Championship. I want it. I deserve it. And when I have it, I plan to never let it go. Ever. I will be the longest reigning OOWF World Heavyweight Champion ever. They’ll close this company down long before I relinquish that title.
“That’s it. We’re done here. Nick Fleming for OOWF Champ! Make the OOWF Matter Again! Hashtag MOMA!”
Fleming walks off the stage with a crowd cheering (probably hired to do that) and he shakes hands, poses for selfies and waves to the throngs of cheering admirers as we FADE.
Post by Road Warrior Shark on Nov 20, 2018 14:21:49 GMT -5
~~~ Nick Fleming walks away from his press conference, a satisfied smile on his face. He turns a corner and walks smack dab into Sebastian Davis. They stand there nose to nose for a tense moment, before Fleming speaks. ~~~
Fleming: Well, well, well.
Davis: (cutting him off) Shut your mouth. You're so damn smug it disgusts me. Talking down to me as if you've been here the Whole Time. I remember you got your panties in a wad and quit once upon a time. Me? I kept fighting. I got sent away, but I Never stopped fighting. You know what they did to me my first night here? I was attacked and bloodied by a couple of savages. Tossed in the ring and pinned unceremoniously. The next week, I came back. I fought back. I lost, but I fought back.
Fleming: I don't see what that has to do with anything at all
Davis: You act like you have some sort of moral high ground here. You want to call me names, Quitter, then we can do that. You want to fight? Then I'll see you Wednesday night.
~~~ Sebastian storms away before Fleming can say another word. ~~~
"Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet sits on a couch still wearing a neck brace. Mama Juana sits to one side of him and Josie is nestled in between them. They are watching Nick Fleming's press conference on OOWF TV.
MJ: Would you like me to turn him into a toad?
JB: That's exactly what he wants. When I beat him clean in the ring next time we face and leave him in a broken, tangled mess...then, you can turn him into a toad.
Juana rubs her hands together with relish and snuggles closer to her new husband.
Josie: I think Mr. Fleming wasn't loved enough when he was my age. He probably didn't get enough hugs. Uncle Jack, I don't think you should wrestle Mr. Fleming, you should hug him. And give him pretty unicorns.
Bullet considers this for a few moments.
JB: Josie, you might be right.
Bullet pulls out his cell phone and hits a button. We see on the screen "Carl...You Know the One" flash as we fade.
Hey, Jackie Boy, it's Carl. No, not that Carl. Carl from Fresno.
I did exactly what you said. I bought a bunch of stuffed unicorns and I loaded them into Nick Fleming’s hotel room. Do you know how hard it is to find 2,000 stuffed unicorns in Mongolia? Actually, it was easier than I thought.
I also had a bunch of “Hug Nick Fleming” signs made up for distribution to fans as they enter Mayhem tomorrow night. I heard of killing them with kindness, but I’m not so sure how this is going to work.
I also bought a neck brace in my size. I don’t know what I needed that for…oh, shit! Nick Fleming is coming my way trailing stuffed unicorns behind him. He looks pissed as hell. I’ve got to run, literally or I might need this neck brace.
FADE in on the Choijin Lama Temple in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. Sitting on a bench in this (now) museum admiring the place is one half of the OOWF Tag Team Champions, The Crusher Stan Fulton.
As he sits there, a presence behind him makes him turn. Sitting there now is Mai Muyo. She’s dressed in local styles, with head dress.
SF: “Nice outfit.”
MM: “I’m in disguise so I cannot be recognized.”
SF: “I know who you are.”
MM: “I should grab one of those ceremonial swords and run you through.”
SF: “Holy Ground, Muyo. Remember what I taught you.”
MM: “You can’t stay in here forever.”
SF: “I don’t plan on it. We can step outside now if you’d like.”
MM: “I’m not playing your games, Stan.”
SF: “Then why are you here?”
MM: “I’m trying to figure out why I was ever your friend.”
SF: “I’ve been trying to figure out why you were too. Since it seems it was all a ruse on your part.”
Mai shrugs again.
SF: “Moose was right. You’re slime. I should have ended you when I could.”
MM: “You Saints act all tough, but you’re all worthless and weak. You’ll always be weaker than us, Stan. We’ve been manipulating you from the start. Oh and don’t get me started on Matt. I’ve had him so twisted, he’ll always hesitate to fight me. He’s so desperate for a friend, I was able to insinuate myself into his life with ease. You have no idea how often I was this close to putting a pillow over his and Jamie’s face.”
SF: “Get your affairs in order, Megumi Muyo. One side in this war doesn’t come out the other side. And the Saints are a hell of lot more cohesive than your ragtag band of castoffs.”
MM: “Tell Martha I said hello. Maybe I’ll drop in and see her soon.”
SF: “Come within 50 miles of Martha and I’ll make sure you and Juni don’t see the next sunrise.”
MM: “Ooooo. I’m so scared.”
SF: “You should be. You remember I’m Italian? My relatives makes The Sopranos look like a comedy. I’ll be outside, Megumi, if you want to end your pain early.”
MM: “You enjoy the pain, Stan. You’re going to get a lot of it.”
Sexy Female Journalist Ichiban catches "Silver Eagle" Jack Bullet, Mama Juana and Josie as they enter the arena for tonight's show. Bullet is still wearing a neck brace.
Ichiban: Jack, you're not scheduled for tonight and appear to still be injured from the Nick Fleming piledriver last week. Are you going to be cleared for next week and will that include a rematch with Fleming?
JB: My hope is that both are true. As for tonight, we're here to enjoy the show as a family and, believe it or not, give our support to Nick Fleming.
Josie holds up a sign over her head that reads "Hug Nick Fleming."
Josie: Mr. Fleming, deserves a hug. Mr. Fleming deserves love. He's not a bad man, he just does bad things because he's not hugged enough.
Ichiban: I understand that at your own cost you had made and distributed several thousand "Hug Nick Fleming" signs for tonight.
JB: Josie's a bright girl and I don't think she's wrong. If Nick gets close enough to me tonight, I'll be sure to give him a big old hug. Hell, I want to hug him so hard, I might crack a couple of his ribs.
Post by Moosehead Jack on Nov 26, 2018 20:18:23 GMT -5
<We see Moose storming around the backstage area clearly looking for someone or something. He rounds the corner and heads down the Hallway of Random Encounters, and surprisingly does not encounter anyone, then heads down the Stairway of Horrible Violence, goes through the door way and passes the OOWF Room O'Plunder then rounds another corner and...>
MHJ: THERE YOU ARE!
<A man's face goes white with fear and he turns and starts to run but Moose easily catches him and slams him against the wall>
MHJ: Ok Roberts! What the FUCK are you doing? We've been waiting here for DAYS for you to get your shit together!
John Roberts: Oh yeah, ummmmmm about that.....
MHJ: <slamming him against the wall> I NEED TO BEAT THE HELL OUT OF SOMEONE!
JR: Kay is going to HATE this
MHJ: NOT IF YOU DON'T FUCKING WRITE IT!
MHJ: You've been by Bing Bong's again, haven't you?
JR: Not this......whole time
MHJ: FIX THIS!
JR: Ok! ok! look, the show we were supposed to have the 21st will now be on the 28th and the show that was going to be the 28th, will now be Sunday December 2nd. See, no problem! It's like you got a week off
MHJ: In Mongolia
JR: I don't make the schedule!
MHJ: YES YOU DO!
JR: Oh......yeah, I guess I do
<awkward silence falls over the conversation>
JR: Where do we go from here
MHJ: <slamming him up against the wall> DO YOUR JOB!
<Moose lets go of Roberts and he falls to the floor. Jack storms away as John slowly gets to his feet>