OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (5/14) Lineup!
May 10, 2008 14:55:32 GMT -5
Post by Tommy on May 10, 2008 14:55:32 GMT -5
*We fade back after a Papa Gino's commercial into the eyes of a ninja cameraman. To the discerning eye, we see that this is a full view at sunset of the Sheraton Grande Beach Resort in Miyazaki City, Japan. The ninja is WALKING~! Ninja-like into a Traditional Japanese Restaurant Karaku which is directly across the street. All the seats by the window are taken, as they're watching the sunset. A lone figure is in the back in a dark corner, sipping on a Sapporo (2 New Endorsements! CHA-CHING!). An attractive young female (from behind anyway) wearing a tank-top, cut-off jeans and a baseball cap enters the restaurant, and makes a beeline for the lone figure. Ninja Camerman struggles to keep up, and manages to get picture and sound of the following conversation. The shadows are really obscuring their faces*
LF: Surprised you made it.
AYF: I'm the one who came up with the idea.
LF: But I'M the one who knows where it is.
AYF: *looks outside at the sunset* It was a good call on your part.
*A waiter comes by and asks AYF if she wants something to drink. She orders Sake and the waiter runs away*
LF: Nice accent.
AYF: Fuck off. It's been a while.
*The Waiter comes back with the Sake and looks to take a dinner order. Japanese is spoken. The Ninja Camerman fails to provide subtitles, even though he's Japanese, and is summarily executed by another Ninja Cameraman. By the time Ninja Cameraman II resumes his camera-shooting, the Waiter is gone again*
AYF: How the fuck did you know I liked sashimi?
LF: Hunch. You obviously had to have had Sushi at some point over here.
AYF: But that kind?
LF: Hunch. Besides. It's mad good. So. Why are we here?
AYF: You KNOW why the fuck I'm here.
LF: I do. Gotta admit. Smells like a set-up, Lexie.
LD: Seriously? After all this time you're gonna do the "no trusting" thing, Davin?
DM: Well, yeah, I mean; here we are. More cloak-and-dagger shit. I mean for Christ's sake I had DDP pretend he was me flying to St. Thomas so no one knew where the fuck I was; so YOU could meet me somewhere else. It doesn't exactly inspire confidence. I don't even know why the fuck I'm here.
*Food comes. They both kinda stare at it for a minute before eating*
LD: Solid technique.
DM: What?
LD: Chopsticks.
DM: I'm a man of the world Lexie-dear.
*they eat some more*
DM: You still haven't addressed my issue.
LD: Ok fine. I've been thinking about a lot of things, and you're right. I'm done with it. This is the last time we're doing it this way. From now on, if I want to talk to you, I'll just come see you. My brother and Firewoman and everyone else is just going to have to fucking deal with it. No more shadows, no more hiding. Things have to change. I'm tired of being scared. I'm tired of jumping at my own shadow. I'm sick of acting like a frightened, little girl all the time; and it's Time to stop letting people fight my battles for me. From now on, I'm going to do that myself. I don't need Brother Dear, I don't need Firewoman, I don't need Lucky, and I don't need you. not anymore.
DM: Ok that's great, and it's about goddamned time you stood up for yourself; but if you don't need me; why am I here.
LD: Nice, asshole.
DM: What the fuck? I'm completely serious about this. What do you want? You flew all the way down here to tell me you don't need me. You could have texted me that.
LD: You really don't get it, do you?
*they finish eating almost in complete silence, but the Waiter has been generous filling their drinks, so they both have a pretty decent buzz on. The check comes, and Davin busts out the Aquafina Corporate Card (this was TOTALLY a business dinner) and they both get up to leave, and stop on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.*
DM: So what are we doing now?
LD: Let's take a walk.
*They walk through the downtown shopping area of Miyazaki still wordlessly. The shops start to thin out, but instinctively they both turn toward the beach, and find a nice quiet spot. They sit next to each other, staring at the water*
DM: Educate me.
LD: Huh?
DM: I obviously am missing something and not getting it, so educate me. What am I missing?
LD: You took my words out of context.
DM: Well, they were in context, and it was also pretty clear. Among other people, you said that you don't need me anymore. That's fine, and it leads the the question I asked, "If you don't need me, then why am I here?"
LD: That's not what I fucking meant, and you know it.
DM: This is the time now where Lexie tells Davin what the fuck she meant then.
LD: *allows a smile to cross her face* I don't need you to protect me.
DM: Super. You know I am anyway though, right?
LD: Yeah, but I swear to God if you make it obvious to the point where I notice it, I'll break your fucking leg.
DM: I'm enjoying this side of you.
LD: *drills Davin in the shoulder with a punch* I bet you are, psycho.
DM: Oh nice. I'm the psycho. Look who you hang out with again?
LD: So...guilty by association?
DM: If we're calling each other psychos.
*a couple minutes of silence go by*
DM: So when do you have to leave?
LD: When do YOU have to leave?
DM: I asked you first.
LD: I asked you second.
DM: Fine. I don't technically have a match this week, but I'd like to be back Monday.
LD: What do you mean, "technically"?
DM: Well...it's a surprise. You'll see. I get to be an asshole. That's always a good time.
LD: You're so similar...
DM: Yeah, well, I'm probably more similar to Moose than anyone else on the roster. It's prolly why we never feud, we just fight.
LD: *didn't shudder or react when hearing Moose's name* Well, since you "technically" don't have a match this week...How would you like a chance to fight Moose?
DM: Tempting, but no. Besides, I already said no. Also besides, your brother is a raving fucking lunatic right now.
LD: He just needs some reassurance.
DM: And I'M supposed to reassure him? I can't fucking STAND him. I think he's a lunatic, and I trust him as far as I can throw Stank.
S: NO! YOU'RE THE FATTY! YOU'RE THE FAT ONE!! YOU ARE!!
LD&DM: Hmm.
DM: Answer's no.
LD: Obviously you're not doing it for him.
DM: I'm not doing it for anyone.
LD: Really?
DM: What kind of a precedent is that? Hmm, I have standards and clear reasoning, but I'm just going to throw it all away because his sister wants me to do it.
LD: You think I'm that manipulative?
DM: I KNOW you're that manipulative, and I wouldn't put it past you to try it on me here. I don't think you are, so that's not what I'm talking about; but I'm not gonna put it past you. Hell no.
LD: Fuck off.
DM: Fuck Off? Really? Given YOUR track record? Put yourself in my position and tell me you wouldn't have doubts about your intentions.
LD: That's fair, but I thought you knew me better than that.
DM: This whole thing started because your brother and I can't even begin to get along. How can I even know that you haven't planned this whole thing from the beginning.
LD: *looks genuinely hurt* I didn't think you thought so little of me.
DM: Oh. I don't, that's not it; but, much like you, I've got to stand up for me. The last time I trusted someone I lost my belt. How do I know I don't get in there and take a 3-on-1 beatdown?
LD: *starts to stand up* You don't know.
DM: That's right. *stands up too*
LD: *turns to face Davin* All I can say is...I've never met anyone like you, and I wouldn't have kept doing this just for business purposes.
DM: Well, not here anyway.
LD: Right.
DM: But yet here we are. Talking about business, business and more business. If you're really looking to stand up for yourself...
LD: I am.
DM: Then do it.
*Alexis stands way up on her tiptoes and whispers something out of range of the ninja mic*
DM: Was that so tough?
LD: Naw, it actually...felt...liberating.
DM: Good. Next would be telling your brother what you just told me.
*They both start to walk into the Sheraton Grande Ocean Resort, operated by Starwood Hotels*
LD: It would be much easier if you could help.
DM: *stops in his tracks* Quid Pro Quo? Seriously? Is that what this is? *turns to head back out the door*
LD: NO! No. That's not what this is. I fully expect you to say no.
DM: I've already said no.
LD: You understand I have to try.
*they both head for the elevators*
DM: I do. You understand I have to say no.
LD: I do.
DM: Good. Glad that's settled. I hope there's a kick ass mini-bar
*They both board the elevator and the doors close*
*fade*
LF: Surprised you made it.
AYF: I'm the one who came up with the idea.
LF: But I'M the one who knows where it is.
AYF: *looks outside at the sunset* It was a good call on your part.
*A waiter comes by and asks AYF if she wants something to drink. She orders Sake and the waiter runs away*
LF: Nice accent.
AYF: Fuck off. It's been a while.
*The Waiter comes back with the Sake and looks to take a dinner order. Japanese is spoken. The Ninja Camerman fails to provide subtitles, even though he's Japanese, and is summarily executed by another Ninja Cameraman. By the time Ninja Cameraman II resumes his camera-shooting, the Waiter is gone again*
AYF: How the fuck did you know I liked sashimi?
LF: Hunch. You obviously had to have had Sushi at some point over here.
AYF: But that kind?
LF: Hunch. Besides. It's mad good. So. Why are we here?
AYF: You KNOW why the fuck I'm here.
LF: I do. Gotta admit. Smells like a set-up, Lexie.
LD: Seriously? After all this time you're gonna do the "no trusting" thing, Davin?
DM: Well, yeah, I mean; here we are. More cloak-and-dagger shit. I mean for Christ's sake I had DDP pretend he was me flying to St. Thomas so no one knew where the fuck I was; so YOU could meet me somewhere else. It doesn't exactly inspire confidence. I don't even know why the fuck I'm here.
*Food comes. They both kinda stare at it for a minute before eating*
LD: Solid technique.
DM: What?
LD: Chopsticks.
DM: I'm a man of the world Lexie-dear.
*they eat some more*
DM: You still haven't addressed my issue.
LD: Ok fine. I've been thinking about a lot of things, and you're right. I'm done with it. This is the last time we're doing it this way. From now on, if I want to talk to you, I'll just come see you. My brother and Firewoman and everyone else is just going to have to fucking deal with it. No more shadows, no more hiding. Things have to change. I'm tired of being scared. I'm tired of jumping at my own shadow. I'm sick of acting like a frightened, little girl all the time; and it's Time to stop letting people fight my battles for me. From now on, I'm going to do that myself. I don't need Brother Dear, I don't need Firewoman, I don't need Lucky, and I don't need you. not anymore.
DM: Ok that's great, and it's about goddamned time you stood up for yourself; but if you don't need me; why am I here.
LD: Nice, asshole.
DM: What the fuck? I'm completely serious about this. What do you want? You flew all the way down here to tell me you don't need me. You could have texted me that.
LD: You really don't get it, do you?
*they finish eating almost in complete silence, but the Waiter has been generous filling their drinks, so they both have a pretty decent buzz on. The check comes, and Davin busts out the Aquafina Corporate Card (this was TOTALLY a business dinner) and they both get up to leave, and stop on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.*
DM: So what are we doing now?
LD: Let's take a walk.
*They walk through the downtown shopping area of Miyazaki still wordlessly. The shops start to thin out, but instinctively they both turn toward the beach, and find a nice quiet spot. They sit next to each other, staring at the water*
DM: Educate me.
LD: Huh?
DM: I obviously am missing something and not getting it, so educate me. What am I missing?
LD: You took my words out of context.
DM: Well, they were in context, and it was also pretty clear. Among other people, you said that you don't need me anymore. That's fine, and it leads the the question I asked, "If you don't need me, then why am I here?"
LD: That's not what I fucking meant, and you know it.
DM: This is the time now where Lexie tells Davin what the fuck she meant then.
LD: *allows a smile to cross her face* I don't need you to protect me.
DM: Super. You know I am anyway though, right?
LD: Yeah, but I swear to God if you make it obvious to the point where I notice it, I'll break your fucking leg.
DM: I'm enjoying this side of you.
LD: *drills Davin in the shoulder with a punch* I bet you are, psycho.
DM: Oh nice. I'm the psycho. Look who you hang out with again?
LD: So...guilty by association?
DM: If we're calling each other psychos.
*a couple minutes of silence go by*
DM: So when do you have to leave?
LD: When do YOU have to leave?
DM: I asked you first.
LD: I asked you second.
DM: Fine. I don't technically have a match this week, but I'd like to be back Monday.
LD: What do you mean, "technically"?
DM: Well...it's a surprise. You'll see. I get to be an asshole. That's always a good time.
LD: You're so similar...
DM: Yeah, well, I'm probably more similar to Moose than anyone else on the roster. It's prolly why we never feud, we just fight.
LD: *didn't shudder or react when hearing Moose's name* Well, since you "technically" don't have a match this week...How would you like a chance to fight Moose?
DM: Tempting, but no. Besides, I already said no. Also besides, your brother is a raving fucking lunatic right now.
LD: He just needs some reassurance.
DM: And I'M supposed to reassure him? I can't fucking STAND him. I think he's a lunatic, and I trust him as far as I can throw Stank.
S: NO! YOU'RE THE FATTY! YOU'RE THE FAT ONE!! YOU ARE!!
LD&DM: Hmm.
DM: Answer's no.
LD: Obviously you're not doing it for him.
DM: I'm not doing it for anyone.
LD: Really?
DM: What kind of a precedent is that? Hmm, I have standards and clear reasoning, but I'm just going to throw it all away because his sister wants me to do it.
LD: You think I'm that manipulative?
DM: I KNOW you're that manipulative, and I wouldn't put it past you to try it on me here. I don't think you are, so that's not what I'm talking about; but I'm not gonna put it past you. Hell no.
LD: Fuck off.
DM: Fuck Off? Really? Given YOUR track record? Put yourself in my position and tell me you wouldn't have doubts about your intentions.
LD: That's fair, but I thought you knew me better than that.
DM: This whole thing started because your brother and I can't even begin to get along. How can I even know that you haven't planned this whole thing from the beginning.
LD: *looks genuinely hurt* I didn't think you thought so little of me.
DM: Oh. I don't, that's not it; but, much like you, I've got to stand up for me. The last time I trusted someone I lost my belt. How do I know I don't get in there and take a 3-on-1 beatdown?
LD: *starts to stand up* You don't know.
DM: That's right. *stands up too*
LD: *turns to face Davin* All I can say is...I've never met anyone like you, and I wouldn't have kept doing this just for business purposes.
DM: Well, not here anyway.
LD: Right.
DM: But yet here we are. Talking about business, business and more business. If you're really looking to stand up for yourself...
LD: I am.
DM: Then do it.
*Alexis stands way up on her tiptoes and whispers something out of range of the ninja mic*
DM: Was that so tough?
LD: Naw, it actually...felt...liberating.
DM: Good. Next would be telling your brother what you just told me.
*They both start to walk into the Sheraton Grande Ocean Resort, operated by Starwood Hotels*
LD: It would be much easier if you could help.
DM: *stops in his tracks* Quid Pro Quo? Seriously? Is that what this is? *turns to head back out the door*
LD: NO! No. That's not what this is. I fully expect you to say no.
DM: I've already said no.
LD: You understand I have to try.
*they both head for the elevators*
DM: I do. You understand I have to say no.
LD: I do.
DM: Good. Glad that's settled. I hope there's a kick ass mini-bar
*They both board the elevator and the doors close*
*fade*