[Fire-Babe]

It's early in the morning before the PPV, and Lucky is PACING~! outside Firewoman's Locker Room door. A randomly numbered mic stand comes up to him.

RNMS: What are you doing?

L: What does it look like I'm doing!? I'm pacing!

RNMS: We can see that. Why?

L: Why? WHY? My boss is in a Very Dark Place right now, and has locked herself in. No one has seen her for days. Ric's Sandwich Shop is delivering food, but... It's almost like she's been hanging out in a park listening to music with a bunch of hippies or something all weekend....

Kayfabe peeks around the corner and glares at Lucky

L: I said "or something!"

Kayfabe shakes her finger at Lucky and goes back to wherever it is she stays.

RNMS: Are you at all concerned about her upcoming match? The Hell In a Cell against Dead?

L: Of course I'm concerned! But not for her.. well, kind of. I've only been here a short time, but even I can't be sure that this won't be a very bad match for Dead. I don't know if I'll be able to control--

RNMS: Wait, now. Dead is no slouch.

L: No, he isn't. And he's able to match her. But if she takes it to the level where I fear she is right now? They could both end up in serious trouble.

RNMS: At least there will be no outside interference...

L: I don't put it past Bennett's side to not at least give it a try.

At that moment, the door opens, and a tall tattooed man with dreadlocks walks out, carrying what looks like a doctor bag. Lucky blinks for a second, and then goes inside. The RNMS and NinjaCam hover in the doorway.

FW: It's okay, Lucky. Tattoo artist.

L: You got a new one?

FW: Yeah, back piece. Hurt like hell, but the pain allowed me to focus. Last Mayhem? All the stupid backstage shenanigans and mind games got to me. I was distracted, and so totally not on my game.

That is not the case today.

L: But you still look...Angry. I mean "angry-for-you," not your usual level of --

FW: Yes. I am. And I get to use that step in to the ring and take back what is rightfully mine. [She smiles.] And that so totally sparkles with me.

[Looking into, or is that through, the camera] See you in the ring, Dead. Time for you to live up to your name.

[fasteddie]

(Top secret Footage courtesy of Ultimo Inc...Hot off the press.)

***OCC Yes folks this is the real thing, Permission to put this out there given by the lady herself.***

[Jack Quinn]

***OOC***

Nice Fire! Now all you need is the "Firewoman" in red tattooed across your back and you will be done

***IC***

<SFJ13 catches up with Moosehead Jack in the back. Jack is taping his fists>

SFJ13: Moose, you and Justin have both been very quiet this week since he challenged you to a Taipei Death Match, why the sudden silence on your part

MHJ: You know, I have probably been in more of these matches than anyone in the OOWF. I have probably taken years off my career just so I could torture my opponents more than they torture me. I take these matches seriously because there is so much potential for injury. So when Justin Sane challenges me to a Taipei Death Match without even knowing what it is? That annoys me. Now Justin, I don't know if you are just the bravest bastard in the OOWF, or the stupidest, but I guarantee you one thing, after tonight, you will NEVER forget what a Taipei Death Match is.

Trust Me

[Riot Act]

Jun 28, 2008 10:34:18 GMT -5 Jobber Blitz said:

TK: I have no idea what you guys are talking about.

*OOC* I really don't.

Also, I don't think I'll be able to promo tonight for the PPV. I worked all weekend, not getting home until 7 AM every night (like every weekend). Plus, I'm still sick as hell (on so many levels).

It looks like Eric will have to start pulling his weight.

[DevSop]

*OOWF Arena*

It’s the morning of another OOWF PPV and the arena itself is completely empty. There are a few wrestlers already milling about backstage, but the ringside area itself is completely dark at first until a spotlight hits the entrance. Looking up into the sound booth we see LonelyGirl15 with the controls and a very low volume version of Alexander Darling’s entrance begins to play. Alexander steps out with Alexis and they make their way down to the ring. A ninja cameraman has jumped up onto the apron as the Darlings enter the ring and Alexis hands her brother a microphone. As per routine, the Darlings jump up on top of the two turnbuckles that face the hard camera.

Alexander Darling: Another PPV, another match with you Viper. We’ve been through this before and you’ve gotten the better of it the last few times and I commend you for that. There aren’t many out there who can claim to have outsmarted me and you can now make that claim. That little chain trick last week, that was almost brilliant.

You made one fatal mistake with it though; you didn’t kill me with the chain. That gave me the chance to get you in the ring and I made you tap like a bitch. It’s only a prelude to what happens in a few hours. I will not be distracted by anything else this time. It’s me and you Donnie, one-on-one for the Intercontinental Championship that you stole from me almost 2 months ago now. You will not hold it after tonight. I guaran-fucking-tee it.

My eye isn’t on the prize? Really? You’re not only a fucking homo, but you’re also delusional if you don’t think I’m focused on that big piece of gold you carry around. The war that’s ongoing right now will just have to take a backseat for 20 minutes tonight. Because in those 20 minutes, it’s just two of the best the OOWF has to offer, but after those 20 minutes it’ll just be one.

It’ll just be me.

Alexander fucking Darling.

New Intercontinental Champion.

Has a nice ring to it, don’t ya think?

Alexander jumps off the turnbuckle and starts to head out of the ring when he notices Alexis is still sitting on the turnbuckle. He looks confused for a second and heads over to her and looks up at her and she seems to be staring into nothingness. He snaps his fingers in front of her and it shakes her out of her daze. She allows Alexander to help her off the turnbuckle and she walks over to where Alexander dropped the microphone.

Alexis Darling: Viper, your reign is coming to an end. That much is obvious. And that will be a great thing for brother dear, but it will not be all that’s accomplished by this family. Bennett, I’ve made a promise to someone here and it will get done. Right now, you and your army are sitting pretty will all the gold in the world. It begins to unravel tonight. First the gold will go away, then I will shatter your world.

BOOYAH, Bennett

*Fade*

[fasteddie]

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[jetskid48]

[ZK is in the lockerroom with his people, in the moments before his match...]

ZK: I want you guys to see something.

[He takes the camera person over to the bathroom and points the camera into the toilet to see a piece of shit. Immediately the crowd gets sickened]

ZK: You see that, that would be a piece of shit. It is meaningless waste that comes out of your body when your done with the good stuff. The only use of it, is to flush it down the toilet, to never see it again. That is how I see you Stink. I'm pretty sure that's how the rest of your group feels about you. Are you sure that they came to save you because of who you are, or because of the shirt on your back? Well, there's one thing for sure, you weren't important enough for the Birdman and the Bostonian moron to be men and attack me one on one, let alone even allowing me to know their presence beforehand. But I'll have to deal with those cowards down the road. There's one thing of importance to me this week. And that's you Stink. You see, I figured I'd give you one back after you came out unannounced and cheaply ruined my moment in the sun. But, no, you still needed to come back and attack me again, cheaply - as seems to be the calling card with YOU people, in the parking lot at my hotel, in my weakened state...well...at least we now know that not only are you from an inferior people...but you're also a Grade A PUSSY. And tonight at the Brawl of Saigon, I'm going to show you, and the rest of your no class cowards that there's only one thing that happens when you mess with Z.K. DeBeers. I Will Own You! Lets start heading to the ring.

[They all leave the lockerroom together and head for the ring.]