[Tommy]

Dec 14, 2008 14:38:20 GMT -5 Jack Quinn said:

check the DDT thread

You could have just taken it off of Samantha. I'm sure she would have..."laid down" for you.

[Jack Quinn]

well yeah, but somehow I missed your promo before I wrote mine, so you became an 11 time champ

[Tommy]

Gnarliest 11-time champ Ever?

[Jack Quinn]

totally rad

[BC]

Tytan is in the Infirmary getting his hand looked at. Jonathon Steele is there with him.

T: I can’t believe she got me with that.

Voice: I can’t believe you fell for it.

Tytan and Steele look up and Poe is standing in the doorway.

T: Hey…partner.

Poe: You gonna be good to go Wednesday?

T: Of course.

Tytan clenches his hand and the pain on his face is evident.

Poe: Seriously, what are you doing? If you’re trying to make a name for yourself, this petty vendetta against FireWoman is not the way to do it.

T: What do you care? I thought you had my back.

Poe: I did. Still do, but you have to start thinking things through more. That was what I was trying to teach you.

T: Guess it didn’t take…Teach. So where’s the object of your affections?

Poe snickers.

Poe: So you’re blaming whatever issues we have on a sixteen year old girl? Your maturity astounds me.

T: Dude, you know she’s your focus. Last time I checked you were supposed to be out to destroy Alexander Darling. Now you’re hamming it up at the beach.

Steele steps into Poe’s view between him and Tytan.

JS: You were leading Tytan to nowhere fast. He’s on the right track now.

Poe stands up straight in front of Steele, staring down at him in menacing fashion.

Poe: Watch your tone. I have half a mind to throw you through that wall like I did Bunny and would care even less about it than I did then, you cowardly piece of shit.

JS: Cowardly??

Poe: Yes, you heard me. Bounties never work; they only cause more problems for those who issue them. You just painted a bulls-eye on yourself.

JS: Bulls-eye for whom?

Poe: Me if you don’t get out of my face in five…four…three…two…

Steele backs off.

Poe: Partner…take care of yourself and I’ll see you Wednesday. We’ll remind everyone in this company what we were capable of. Then you can continue your vendetta against FireWoman and may the gods have mercy on your soul for what she’ll eventually do to you if it continues to escalate.

T: You siding with her now?

Poe: She’s Run DEA. Absolutely not. But I know a losing battle when I see one…and you have slaughter written all over you. Namesdeh.

Poe exits the room. Tytan is about to say something to Steele when we see Selena pop into the doorway.

SG: Nevermore…on! See what I did there? Nevermore…moron? HA!

Selena is then grabbed by the arm by Poe and pulled from the doorway.

[fasteddie]

(Firewoman arrives at the nearby hospital too see the results of her latest adventure.)

Lucky: Now according to my friend that works there is will be in room 310. They wanted him to stay for the night so they see how his hand looks in the morning.

FW: Good. Now let me go see my handy work.

(She gets out of the car, still holding her ribs a bit. Still feeling the effects of the previous attack. Fire then makes her way into the hospital up to room 310. It's late 3rd shift is on so the attention to details of unnecessary people wandering the halls is down.)

(Firewoman then slowly opens the door. The room is dark and she can see someone sleeping in the conveniently private room. She slithers inside when all of a sudden.)

SMACK! (Fire gets smacked in the head with a metal bed pan.) (OOC***This we know is already pissing off Kayfabe since no one uses metal bed pans anymore. But for the sake of storyline and the fact that I couldn't think of anything else to use we are going with it.***

(Then things go black)

A few minutes later Firewoman wakes up groggily duct taped to a chair and Tytan and Steele standing in front of her.

Firewoman: What the fu--

Steele: Shhhh! The less you talk the better. First you better tell your little buddy Lucky to get some better friends.

Firewoman: (Spitting at Steele) Don't worry, he'll be here soon enough.

Tytan: Do you actually think we are in the same room we had that "friend" tell you.

Steele: It was too easy Nurses never get paid enough.

Firewoman: So now what Steel?

Tytan: It's time for a little pay back for this. (He waves his burnt hand in her face.)

Firewoman: Hurts don't it?

(Tytan cocks back to take a swing at her but Steele grabs his arm.)

Steele: Remember like I told you. It will hurt her that much more.

(Tytan smiles and heads over to the defibrillator.)

Firewoman: You wouldn't.

Steele: No. I want you too live. I also want you too hurt real bad.

(Tytan laughs as he tapes the defibrillator pads to the metal chair the Firewoman is taped to.)

Steele: I always wanted to see how effective this really is.

(Steele then walks over to the machine and sets the jewels on it.)

Steele: We will start out simple and then we will see how tough you really are.

Firewoman: You will get yours too.

(Tytan whispers in Firewoman's ear.)

Tytan: It will only hurt the first time or two.

Steele: Clear

(Tytan steps back has Steel hits the button sending the electric current through the chair and into Firewoman. She tries to hold back a scream of pain.)

Tytan: Impressive Steele, She is pretty tough. Let's up it.

Steele: Why not? Tytan care to do the honors.

Tytan: With pleasure.

(Tytan hits the charge and this time a little more juice goes and it is a little more pain.)

(Steele looks at Firewoman and smiles.)

Steele: What my sweet Firewoman, can't take a little bit of juice.

(Tytan walks over and then dumps a bottle of water on her.)

Tytan: How about a drink?

(The fun continues as we fade.)

[DevSop]

*Only a few minutes pass*

Lucky: Thank god you guys...

The camera pans and we see Davin Moreland, Phantos, Lucios, and Alexander Darling walking down the hallway in full Run DEA style suits. Alexis is a few steps behind them with a large bag. As they get closer to Lucky, the jackets and sunglasses are removed and the 4 members look completely pissed off. They start tossing things to Lucky...

Alexander: Shut the fuck up Lucky.

Davin: Wait, not yet...what room are they in?

Lucky: 310.

Alexis starts passing out weapons to everyone; a piece of rebar for Davin, a sledgehammer for Alexander, a crowbar for Lucios, and a tire iron for Phantos.

Alexander: Lexie, watch our backs and take care of anyone who runs.

Alexis: Don't worry bout it brother dear.

Alexander, Davin, and Lucios start to make their way down the hallway when Phantos pushes Lucky up against a wall...

Phantos: You were supposed to protect her...how could you...

Lucios: Hey P-Dawg, worry about that later. Let's take care of this now. Looks like we've been noticed.

From around a corner turn two Ultimo, Inc. security guards. Davin and Alexander quickly kick both in the stomach and whip them towards Phantos and Lucios who slam the tire iron and crowbar into their skulls, respectively. With those two guards down, Run DEA turns the corner and they see four more guards in front of the door.

Davin: Seriously 4 guards.

Alexander: Just another example of people taking us lightly. Let's try to make this declaration a bit clearer.

Davin and Alexander let the first two guys pass by without acknowledging them as Phantos and Lucios start beating the living fuck out of the two guys. The other two security members of Ultimo Inc. look at one another as they remove their nightsticks. They slowly begin to walk towards Alex and Davin. They swing the nightsticks at the two members of Run DEA, but both move in unison and in perfect fluidity they slam the sledgehammer and rebar into the stomachs.

The view changes to the inside of the hospital room where Firewoman looks to be in serious pain, but she is still conscious.

Firewoman: Sounds like...it sounds like there's some trouble out there.

Steele: No trouble at all. Ultimo Inc. has the best security in the world.

Firewoman: You really are an idiot.

A very loud crash is heard from outside the room.

Tytan: Maybe you should check.

Steele: I assure you there is nothing...

All of a sudden a member of Ultimo Inc. crashes through the wall. And a second later another crashes through on the other side of the door.

Davin: Told you mine would go through first.

Alexander: Yea, but mine went through further. Look at the distance.

Davin: That wasn't the bet.

Steele: Tytan, what are you doing just standing there...get them.

Alexander: They really are right out of a bad action movie. You have the evil scientist and his brain-dead monster.

Davin: I guess you have to give them credit for fitting the stereotypes.

Firewoman: Not to interrupt the playful banter here guys, but I'd like to get out of here.

Suddenly Phantos and Lucios open the door like a normal person.

Lucios: Did you guys have to create your own doors when there was a working one here?

Davin: It's what we do.

Alexander motions toward Firewoman and Phantos and Lucios head on over to help untie her. Steele starts to slink away when Alexis Darling steps in front of him. She shakes her head and points to the chair and pushes Steele back into the chair. Tytan is in serious trouble, but for some reason he still decides to charge at Alexander and Davin. Both guys go to the midsection with the weapons. then both slam them upwards and Tytan goes flying backwards and crashes onto the bed. The blood starts flowing freely from his scalp. He staggers to his feet as Alexander motions to Davin who just shrugs his shoulders.

Alexander quickly scoops Tytan up onto his shoulders and places Tytan's hand across his throat. Davin moves behind Alexander and gets as much of a running start as he can...DARLING DRIVER DIAMOND CUTTER on the cement floor and Tytan is out.

Firewoman is being helped out of the room by Phantos & Lucios, but they stop in front of Steele.

Firewoman: If you keep trying to collect this bounty, someone's going to get hurt. Seriously hurt Steeleboy. Look around this room and seriously consider who it might be.

Lucky: Guys, the cops are on their way off the elevator.

Alexis: You heard him everyone, time to get out of here. We don't need any more incidents.

*Fade*

[Spinch]

(Spin Hansen is, as he has been so often, in the boiler room.)

SH: The Empty Way is all-encompassing. I will use my rage as a power source. I will not falter. I wi--

(Suddenly, the door opens. An SFJ enters the room.)

SFJ: Mr. Hansen, what are your thoughts on Firewoman's words tonight?

SH (broken from his trance): Uh... yeah. Thoughts. Right. I think that Firewoman is, despite the fact that she's in the giant ball of shit known as Run DEA, not a bad person. I have always respected members of whatever faction either myself or Drink and Destroy were fighting.

SFJ: Three Piece Set?

SH: Firechild. It's a shame that he hasn't come back, and even after the fact, I'm growing to respect Chris Cole. He's doing things with the Onslaught belt that no one has done in a while.

SFJ: The Heroes Guild?

SH: Aside from Firechild again, I did learn some respect for Nayr while he was there.

SFJ: How about Josh O'Neal?

SH: Don't say that fucking name again. I will tell you this only once.

SFJ: Right. So... the match?

SH: I will regain my Intercontinental Championship. I will laugh at the pain inflicted upon me and return it with a gleam in my eye. I WILL NOT FAIL!

SFJ: Strong words. Thank you for your time.

[Fire-Babe]

Davin Moreland is LOUNGING~! in an unlikely place. A random chair outside of a door that says “Firewoman’s LockerRoom, sponsored by General Nutrition Centers. He is leaning back on his chair, the exact ways they told you not to in school, chewing on a tooth pick, reading OOWF Inzider. Upon closer inspection, the chair is actually wedged underneath the door knob, preventing it from being opened at all. Occasionally the sound of a foot kicking the door can be heard, and finally a voice saying “Davin, let me the fuck out, NOW.” can be heard.

Lucky is pacing the hallway, talking on the cell phone, as Moonbeam comes up to find out what is going on.

Lucky: No sir, I’m sorry, she missed Armageddon because she was, uh, busy. …… Oh, you saw that………Well, sir, she’s in her locker room………………….um, resting comfortably?………………………Well, okay, no not really, but everyone thought it might be safer for everyone involved if she were sequestered until she calmed down……………………..Um, no, not yet………………………….Yes, I’ll be sure to tell Mr. Darling that you appreciated his efforts…………..I’ll tell Mr. Moreland as well…………….Sorry about the match, sir.

Moonbeam: So, what is, like, going on here?

Davin: Hey, Moonbeam. Davin Moreland will tell you what’s going on here. We have sequestered Firewoman after her most recent experience with Ultimo, Inc., for the safety of both Ultimo, Inc., and the rest of the OOWF locker room.

Moonbeam: Dude, why would you do that?

Davin: Because Davin Moreland is a philanthropist. Davin Moreland is all about protecting his fellow man from the forces of nature. And last but not least, Davin Moreland doesn’t want to pay out any more fines or legal fees than he has to.

FW: {Muffled by the door} Davin Moreland is a douchebag! Davin Moreland is a DEAD MAN if he doesn't move away from that door!!

Moonbeam: So she’s just locked in there by herself?

Davin: Don’t be silly. Captain Phantos is there. Captain Phantos is a brave man. Phantos is a voice of reason, Phantos is –

Moonbeam: Okay, enough. You know, like this might be seen as a way for RunDEA to keep Firewoman out of sight because of this whole bounty nonsense.

Davin: What bounty? Team Ultimo has no idea what a bounty is. Are they trying to collect their own bounty with this? Davin Moreland is not an idiot, but can’t figure out what anyone has to actually DO for said bounty. Besides, Firewoman is tough. Firewoman is formidable. Firewoman is not going to go down without a fight and taking everyone with her. Davin Moreland feels very sorry for Spin this week.

[Tommy]

*Things have quieted down a bit in the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. Davin is still reading OOWF Inzider, but is clearly getting disgusted with it.*

DM: This Inzider Guy just makes random shit up. The Inzider is a moron. The Inzider is a poor journalist. Davin Moreland would like 5 minutes in the box with Inzider and get Inzider to listen to reason.

*Alexander Darling walks into the room. Oddly, he's carrying an adding machine and wearing a visor, doing his best "1950s Accountant" imitation.*

AD: Jesus Christ, D. Aren't you tired of doing that yet?

DM: Is Davin Moreland tired of doing what Alexander Darling? Davin Moreland is a brilliant man, but Alexander Darling is confusing Davin Moreland right now.

AD: Yeah. That. Hey, listen, you know about the fines and damages and stuff, and how they're adding up, right?

DM: Davin Moreland is aware of most thi...

AD: ARE YOU OR NOT?!?

DM: Yes.

AD: Well, I decided to look back and see just how much the cost actually was.

DM: Alexis Darling allowed Alexander Darling to look at the books? Davin Moreland doesn't think that's possible. Davin Moreland thinks Alexander Darling is doing this without Alexis Darling's permission.

AD: Permission? I don't need any fucking permission.

DM: *batistalaughs* Oh, poor misguided Alexander Darling. Alexis Darling will cut Alexander Darling off for this one.

AD: Are you done?

DM: Davin Moreland has concluded. Davin Moreland feels that *batistalaughs* in the interest of time; Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling should move this along. Besides, it's been quiet in there a while now; Davin Moreland doesn't imagine Firewoman will be sleeping long. Firewoman is like a caged lion.

AD: Uh-huh.

DM: What did Alexander Darling come up with?

*Alexander pulls up the tape from the adding machine*

AD: Well, if you include damages, fines, using the jet without permission...it's quite a substantial figure.

DM: How substantial could it be? Davin Moreland cut a million-dollar check for Firewoman a few months ago.

AD: That was you?

DM: Um, no. Davin Moreland meant SOMEONE cut a million-dollar check for Firewoman a few months ago.

AD: Kayfabe's gonna kill you.

DM: Kayfabe's a drunk. How much is it?

AD: $748,632.96

DM: Um...wow.

AD: Yeah.

*silence for a moment, while the two seem to think*

AD: You know...

DM: Davin Moreland was thinking that.

AD: Plus a little extra for a nice night out or something.

DM: The Darlings and Davin Moreland haven't done that for a while.

AD: So?

*Davin stands up and takes the chair out of the doorknob. He opens the door and sees Firewoman and Phantos taking a nap. Aww. Phantos quickly wakes up, and Davin whispers to him*

DM: Bounce, P-Dawg. P-Dawg's not gonna want to be a witness to this.

P: To what?

DM: To go fuck yourself. Now get out.

P: Aww man...

*Phantos leaves*

DM: Firewoman, wake up please.

FW: *clearly displeased* Did you really just wake me up from a nap? Are you high? Where the fuck is Phantos? Why the fuck are you in my Locker Room?

DM: Firewoman, Alexander Darling and Davin Moreland have a few things to discuss.

AD: We do Fire.

FW: *still CLEARLY unhappy* What.

AD: Fire, I've gone over everything that has to do with you...your fines, suspensions, damages, sending the jet without permission...

FW: How petty.

DM: Petty is not what Davin Moreland sees here; it's substantial.

FW: So? So what? I'll pay it back...whatever.

AD: Yes Fire, you will pay it back. Aren't you even the least bit concerned about how much the total is?

FW: Not really.

DM: It's a shade under $750,000

FW: No it's not.

AD: Actually, it is.

FW: It is?

DM: Yes.

FW: Wow.

DM: Wow indeed, Firewoman. That's a substantial amount of money that, quite frankly, Firewoman's salary can't cover.

FW: Well, not all at once....

DM: Thankfully, Firewoman, Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling have figured out a way to erase that debt completely.

FW: How?

AD: Come on out to the main foyer, and we'll show you.

*All three come out into the common area, and it looks just like it normally does.*

FW: Ok, I don't get it. There's nothing here.

DM: The answer is here.

AD: It is. In fact you're looking right at it.

*Firewoman looks just dumbfounded*

FW: Help me out here, Ale....

*Firewoman's eyes go wide as she realizes what's going on.*

FW: You son of a bitch.

DM: Davin Moreland is truly sorry, Firewoman.

*With that, Davin kicks Fire HARD in the stomach, forcing her to double over. Darling easily gets Fire onto his shoulders. Dear God no...It's a DARLING DRIVER DIAMOND CUTTER THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE! Fire is done for.*

AD: Get her. Let's go.

DM: That motherfucker better keep his word.

*fade*

[fasteddie]

***OOC By the way loved the rescue of Firewoman***


(Steele catches the latest of the OOWF and sees the latest from RUN DEA and laughs to Tytan.)

Steele: Well you see Tytan. Firewoman's games are finally starting to get the better of her. It seems that her own boys put her through a glass table to collect the bounty on her.

Tytan: Steele, that brain of yours amazes me time and time again.

Steele: I didn't think it would be this quick before they realized how much money she was costing them.

Tytan: So now what? What do we do when they get here?

Steele: Simple. Pay the men. Then we figure out what we are going to do with her. They do realize that they need to leave the body here before they get full payment. I have no problem paying them but they need to make sure she is left with me.


(Steele laughs as the camera fades.)

[Fire-Babe]

[OOC: FUCK YOU DEV AND TOMMY!

jerks.]

[DevSop]

*OOWF Arena*

It's time for a backstage interview and tonight's guest is the beautiful and talented Alexis Darling. Standing in the back with her is Run DEA interviewer Shawn Johnson...

Shawn: Excuse me voiceover moron, it's Olympic Gold Medalist, Shawn Johnson.

...excuse me, Olympic Gold Medalist, Shawn Johnson. So why don't we head back to the bitch...I mean, Olympic Gold...

Oh shut the fuck up monkey boy. Anyways, as the incompetent one in the back was trying to say I've been lucky to grab a few moments with Alexis Darling before her match this week. So let's welcome Ms. Darling to OOWF television.

Alexis: Look at you acting all tough to the guys in the back.

OGMSJ: Thanks, I guess. I just figured Run DEA has a reputation to uphold and I need to do my part to make sure it stays that way.

Alexis: That's very good Shawn. We do have a reputation around here, don't we?

OGMSJ: Speaking of that reputation, is there anything you'd like to say about the recent actions of your fellow Run DEA members?

Alexis: Shawn baby, there really isn't much to say. We take care of our own.

OGMSJ: Is that what you would say Alexander and Davin have done with Firewoman?

Alexis: Here's the thing Shawny...Run DEA is an elite group. We need to be on the same page and running on all cylinders all the time. Sometimes one of us may lose our focus or forget our priorities. The rest of us are there to make sure it doesn't last too long. That's all Alex and Davin are doing. They're insuring that Fire doesn't forget things like that.

OGMSJ: So, you think she'll be okay with this when all is said and done?

Alexis: I'll never presume to know what that woman is thinking. But then it's not my job too. At the end of the day, Firewoman will be Run DEA...that means something.

OGMSJ: Okay then...moving on. At this week's Mayhem you get to face Solly Ya Bastard in single's competition. Any thoughts?

Alexis: As I'm sure everyone is aware, recently I was able to secure a Trios Championship match for myself and Run DEA. The last two weeks I've spent sitting ringside while IHOP defended those belts and I was able to pick up some things. This week is just another step in my process.

OGMSJ: Why the focus on the Chimpanzee...

Alexis: Stop it right fucking there Shawn. Those fucking buffoons in Denny's or Perkin's or whatever restaurant they are can call the titles whatever the fuck they want. But us here, us in Run DEA...we fucking know better. Those belts have meaning and they deserve to be treated like they mean something.

OGMSJ: Does this go back to when you lost those belts?

Alexis: Of course some of it goes back to that. I don't like losing. I doubt anyone does. I mean, if I were to ask you how Nastia is...

OGMSJ: Stupid bitch.

Alexis: Exactly. We all want to win Shawn, but not only do we want to win in Run DEA...we fucking expect to. I've made it a goal of mine to make sure that this championship comes back to where it belong.

OGMSJ: So why go after SYB first?

Alexis: That's easy Shawn. Everyone knows Skurge is probably the best wrestler in the group and Fezzik is the strongest, but it's Solly that's the glue that holds them together.

OGMSJ: Actually Alexis, Fezzik isn't on the team, The Amnesiac is the third member.

Alexis: Who?

OGMSJ: No, not Who. The Amnesiac. He's well...I don't really know who he is, but that's who it is.

Alexis: Really? Eh, it doesn't truly matter who he is. SYB needs to learn a lesson anyway. He's liked to stick his huge nose into other people's business so it's time I stick my perfect nose into his.

OGMSJ: Any response to his comments?

Alexis: Nope...because no matter what he said it's quite obvious that they come from a little boy trying to act tough in front of his friends. The fact is that if I ever saw SYB alone, he'd fucking wet himself before he runs back to that whore he runs with in The Waffle House and cry on her shoulder.

OGMSJ: Wow...anything else you want to say?

Alexis: SYB, Wednesday is just the start of your nightmares. Pretty soon the only thing you're going to be able to think of will be Run DEA and trying to stop us. Guess what...you fucking can't. In less than 48 hours, I'm not going to be whispering sweet nothings in your ear...I'm going to be screaming

BOOYAH, Bitch!

OGMSJ: And that's Run DEA...we're fucking out.

*Fade*

[Tommy]

*Hard Cut to the Ultimo Inc. locker room, where Jonathan Steele and Tytan are discussing; oh, it doesn't matter what they're discussing, it's probably stupid anyway. Ok, whatever, there's a knock at the door*

JS: Enter.

*Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling appear at the door, with Firewoman slung over Davin's shoulder*

AD: We understand there's a $750,000 bounty for Firewoman?

JS: *snickers* Well yes, yes there is. Had enough have you?

DM: Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling aren't here to talk. Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling are here to transact business. Are Jonathan Steele and Drago here to transact business or should Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling go elsewhere?

JS: No, no. Tytan, go get the briefcase, will you?

*Tytan eyes Steele warily, shakes his head and goes to the other room. Davin lays an apparently unconscious Firewoman out on the floor.*

DM: What does Jonathan Steele intend to do with Firewoman?

JS: That's really none of your concern, is it?

DM: Firewoman is a friend of Davin Moreland's.

JS: Some friend.

AD: Don't judge jackass. What's taking WrestleBot so long anyway?

JS: TYTAN? CAN YOU FIND IT?

T: *from the other room* Be right out!

JS: Just so you know, I don't have any problem with Run DEA myself. I just think Tytan hung out with Poe too much there.

*Alexander stiffens when he hears the name of Poe mentioned*

DM: Davin Moreland is an honest man. Davin Moreland likes to cut through the bull. Davin Moreland thinks Jonathan Steele is full of shit. Davin Moreland doesn't care what Jonathan Steele thinks of Run DEA. However, kissing the collective asses of Run DEA isn't going to get Jonathan Steele a job when Drago eventually dumps Jonathan Steele for giving Drago terrible business advice.

*Tytan re-enters the room with the big, metal briefcase*

T: Here ya go Jonathan.

JS: Geez, took you long enough. Anyway, here.

*Alexander takes the brief case and pops it open. He checks through it pretty thoroughly before nodding to Davin*

AD: Looks about right.

DM: Davin Moreland appreciates the donation. However, Davin Moreland feels that Davin Moreland has to talk about one more thing before Davin Moreland goes.

*As Soon as Davin hits that last line; Firewoman miraculously kips up*

FW: *removes her clearly dummy bandages* You really are as dumb as you look Steele.

*All three members of Run DEA advance on the two. I think Jonathan Steele just peed himself.*

T: I wouldn't do that if I were you.

AD: Why not?

T: *yelling really loud* NOW BOYS!

*With that, the door is kicked in, and in steps Stank, OBJ and Spin Hansen, all carrying baseball bats*

DM: Aw fuck.

*Davin glances at Darling, and the two LAUNCH themselves at Stank and OBJ. Firewoman goes right after Tytan and all three start firing away with punches. However, Spin Hansen is free and not presently doing anything, so he quickly catches both Davin and Darling with baseball bat shots to the head. It was a glancing blow to Darling; but Hansen nearly caves in Davin's skull, and he is all done. Stank throws Davin off of him, and starts kicking away at the Champ. OBJ and Spin almost immediately join in. Darling pulls Steele and Tytan off of Firewoman, and manages to pull her to safety. They start to leave and grab the briefcase to make their escape. Steele dives for the briefcase and Tytan rambles over with a baseball bat that was on the floor. Darling and Firewoman are in a no win situation; and while they look on at Davin getting the ever living shit beat out of him - it's senseless to get involved. They powder out.*

*Thus begins a thorough 5-on-1 beatdown on an unconscious Davin. Stank's obviously leading the charge, choosing a baseball bat. Spin is swinging for the fences too, and everyone else is stomping away. It looks bad for the Champ, but miraculously, he regains consciousness and starts trying to fight back. He actually manages to get Steele with a punch that knocks him out; but everyone else overwhelms him with numbers and continues the beating.*

*There is a knock at the door of the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. Alexis Darling is apparently closest and answers the door. She opens it and sees a seriously bloodied Davin Moreland out cold, with a note pinned to his chest. It reads:*

This is just the start. We won't rest until you're all gone. Who's Next?

LD: Ah...fuck...not good...

*Alexis whips out her Sprint PCS Phone and calls 911*

*fade*

[blownspot]

**OOC** For fuck sake. Fine... I'll play along.

**IC**

<Stank and Spin Hansen are roaming the hallways having just participated in the beatdown of Run DEA. They halt as they hear running footsteps coming their way. Alexander Darling rounds the corner ahead of them and stops short as he spies Stank and Spin blocking his path. He frantically looks to the left and right trying to find an escape. He turns to go back the way he came and is nearly decapitated, spinning end over end, from a VISCIOUS clothesline by DH Magnusson! The briefcase Alex had been holding flies out of his hand and lands at Stank's feet. Outback Jack walks up behind DH who stands over Alexander's prone form.>

Stank - Firewoman?

OBJ - The sheila got away. She's fast.

<Stank walks over to Alex, who writhes on the floor, flips Darling over, and knocks him out, with a thunderous punch to the jaw, like mama told him too. Stank briefly entertains the idea of further violence, but refrains. He looks down at Alexander's unconscious form, while Mags strolls over and picks up the briefcase.>

Stank - I'd call your betraying me and mine at Hell on Earth a mistake... If I thought for a second, a sick part of you didn't want this. You haven't even begun to make up for what you did... no matter what happens today... not by a long shot. I only wish your sisters were here with you. They'll get theirs, soon enough.

<Stank scoops up the brother Darling's body. He nods to the rest of D&D and they part ways, Mags making sure to drop the briefcase off by the Ultimo Inc suites. Stank walks the opposite direction, carrying Alex. He runs into Moosehead Jack, who hops down off of a stack of pallets.>

MHJ - Whatcha got there?

Stank - You know damn well.

<Moosehead Jack grins, evil thoughts brewing in his twisted mind. Stank pauses and stares at Jack.>

Stank - You want to play?

MHJ - Oh Hell yes.

Stank - Sorry, this one is used up. But you'll get your chance with him, should Alex survive.

<Moose looks a little disappointed, as Stank continues on his way. Stank enters another hallway, and Moose follows keeping his distance, his curiosity getting the best of him. He watches Stank stop in front of a door, placing Alex's body in front of it. He sees Stank squat down and whisper something in Alex's ear. Stank then knocks hard on the door, and walks back toward Moose. Moose looks behind Stank and watches as the door opens. A large shadow falls over Alex, blocking the light from inside the door.>

Poe - Well, Well... what have we here?

<Moose watches Poe drag Alex's body inside. Stank catches up to him.>

Moose - You should have given him to me.

Stank - I'm sure Poe will let you have a piece.

<Moose relishes the thought.>

Stank - You probably shouldn't be talking to me. I wouldn't want to get any "Face" on you. The fans might accidentally cheer when your theme music plays.

MHJ - Yeah, right.

Stank - Join me for a beer? I mean as a totally neutral party to this "imaginary" and unnecessary war, which I need to validate my existence in the OOWF, cause God knows I was nothing before Run DEA was around to give me purpose in life. The fact that Davin Moreland is a prick who tried to end my career and then led the charge to the biggest betrayal I have experienced yet in this fine company, has absolutely fuck all to do with why I fight.

MHJ - Uh... sure.

[Fire-Babe]

Firewoman and Alexis have made it back to RunDEA suites.

Phantos: What the heck is going on?

FW: Heck? Watch your language, captain.

Lucios: Seriously, the place is trashed.

FW: Dammit, Lexie, I told them this wouldn't work.

There is a knock on the door. Everyone tenses. Lucios goes to open it, and Spin Hanson is there.

SH: I need to talk with Firewoman.

FW: What is it, we're kind of busy.

SH: Yes I know, but after the week you've had, I'd kinda like to beat you because I'm better, not because you've been beaten, electrocuted, tied up--

Phantos: Hello.....?

FW: Fine. What.

SH: Thought you might want to know where your other partner is.

FW: Uh huh. What does that get me? Or more importantly, get you?

SH: It gets you information to help, so you can focus on ME, and I can beat you fair and square.

FW: Fine. Spill it.

[BC]

There’s no telling how long it’s been since Poe dragged Alexander Darling’s lifeless body into his locker room.

Alexander Darling begins to stir and wake up. He opens his eyes and as they come into focus, he realizes he’s not alone. He looks up and sees Selena straddling his stomach and realizes she’s painting on his chest. Darling immediately rolls, knocking Selena off him with a squeal and a line of paint trailing off his stomach. Once on his feet Darling realizes his hands are tied. As soon as he notices that, there’s a hand around his throat and he is shoved up against the wall hard enough to crack the drywall.

Poe: Hello…Boy.

Darling tries to talk but can not due to the pressure on his throat.

Poe: Cat got that silver tongue of yours? Maybe I should cut it out. Selena, my shears.

Darling squirms trying to free himself but can not. Poe laughs evilly.

Poe: relax Boy. I’m not gonna cut out your tongue.

SG: Aw!

Poe: I can smell the fear on you. You knew one day I’d have you at my mercy. You knew that one day you would have to pay for your sins, Boy. Today is that day. Your beloved Run DEA friends are not here to save you.

Just then there’s a knock on the door. Poe nods to Selena to answer it. Selena opens it and then hops back with a yelp. She immediately hides behind Poe. Poe keeps his grip around Darling’s throat and turns and sees FireWoman at the door.

Poe: I figured you’d come calling at my chamber door.

FW: Let him go.

Poe: Just like that?

FW: I don’t need to threaten you. We both know how this works.

Poe: Yes I suppose we do. I get in one good shot. Like this.

Poe punches Darling hard in the gut with his free hand. FireWoman initially takes a step towards them but stays put.

Poe: And then you’d get involved and a two on one is never good odds.

FW: No friends of your own to watch your back?

Poe grins.

Poe: Maybe. Itching to find out?

FW: We had a deal Poe. I leave you alone, you leave me alone. This goes back to Japan. Why do you wanna mess this up now? Especially considering you know what I’m capable of.

FireWoman casts a quick glance at Selena who is just visible behind Poe and Selena quickly hides again.

Poe: Costing me the Tag Team Titles is hardly leaving me alone now is it?

Darling is starting to gasp for air.

FW: That was business. This is personal now let him go!

Poe: Aw, does L…Fire have feelings for the Boy?

Poe gets nose to nose with Darling to accentuate.

FW: God dammit Poe just let him go. I doubt this is what you had in mind for your revenge.

Poe looks at FireWoman and back at Darling several times. Darling’s face has turned bright purple. Finally Poe tosses Darling to the ground at FireWoman’s feet. FireWoman kneels to check on him. Once he’s on the ground we can see that Selena has painted ‘LOSER’ and a smiley face on his chest.

Poe: Get this garbage out of my locker room.

FireWoman says nothing as she drags Darling out of the locker room. Poe slams the door shut and we can hear Selena yell ‘Nevermore’ from inside. FireWoman smacks Darling on the cheek to wake him up, which works. Once awake, Darling turns his head and we see that Selena has drawn a penis on the side of his face. FireWoman covers her mouth to stop from laughing as we fade

[Outback Frito Pendejo]

*OBJ walks into the Destroyitarium and joins LD Williams at a table*

OBJ: What?

LD: What do you mean "what?"

OBJ: That look on your face. I can tell something's bothering you.

LD: Now you sound like Momma.

OBJ: I know, it's because you didn't get to beat anyone up today!

LD: I suppose so. I got stuck watching the "division killers" sit around drinking bottled water while you guys had all the fun.

OBJ: Patience, mate. While they were sitting around the interest on their account was adding up.

LD: Sounds like the time to collect their debt is coming soon.

[blownspot]

<Spin walks into the Destroyitarium and joins DH Magnusson at a table.>

DHM - Where were you?

SH - No where. Stank here?

DHM - I think he's in the back. I think Moose might be back there with him.

SH - Moose?

DHM - Yeah, go figure.

SH - So... Mayhem is gonna live up to it's name come Wednesday.

DHM - I reckon so.

SH - I almost feel sorry for the refs.

DHM - Feel sorry Run DEA.

SH - Not gonna happen.

<Stank walks out from the back. Moose is nowhere to be found.>

Stank - Alright fellas... oh LD. Where the fuck were you?

LDW - I didn't get the memo.

Stank - Fair enough... alright boys, maybe now Run DEA will take us a bit more seriously. This isn't a game. Stay shar-

<Suddenly The World Heavyweight Champion busts down the door wielding rebar and swinging it wildly! He catches LD Williams first who goes down. Outback Jack jumps up and CHARGES, but Davin deftly sidesteps the Aussie and smacks him in the back of the head with the rebar, knocking Jack out. The Midnight Sons rise out of their seats and attack. While Davin is busy with them Stank makes his way over and joins the fray. It is a 3 on 1 beatdown, but the numbers game does not work against a motivated and rebar slinging, World Heavyweight Champion. Davin easily takes punches to the face from Stank, while managing to choke out DH Magnusson in a vice-like rear CHINLOCK! Spin Struggles to free his partner, but gets low-balled by a rear mule kick from Davin. The Midnight Sons are down, leaving only Stank who is desperately trying to knock out the champ with punches to the face. Davin staggers backwards from the blows, but refuses to go down. Suddenly Stank ceases as his eyes roll up into his head. Stank falls, unblocking Moreland's view of Alexander Darling who had been standing behind Stank, carrying an autographed sledgehammer. The rest of Run DEA make their way into the Destroyitarium and commence a 5 on 1 beatdown on Stank.>

<Later Run DEA return to their Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels.>

DM - Well that was fun... I mean.. Davin Moreland thought that was fun because Davin Moreland has concluded that Drink & Destroy, while beneath notice, hold entertainment value for Davin Moreland. Davin Moreland feels that *batistalaughs* Drink and Destroy shall have learned their lesson. It is clear that *Batistalaughs* Run DEA is the most dominant force in the OOWF. We have slain Drink & Destroy. There is no one left to oppose us. Davin Moreland is the greatest World Champion ever to walk these halls. There is no one on Earth that can stop Davin Moreland or Alexander Darling. We are granite. We are the immovable object. Even though Alexander Darling and Firewoman left Davin Moreland in the lurch, when Davin Moreland was getting beat up by Drink&Destroy and Ultimo, Inc. Regardless, Run DEA perseveres. Run DEA is the foundation on which the OOWF is built. Without Run DEA, there is no company. Without Run DEA, there are no fans.

AD - Oh geez man, I'm sorry. We'll call it even seeing how it was Firewoman who got me away from Poe, and not you.

DM - *Batistalaughs* Alexander Darling misunderstands Davin Moreland. Alexander Darling needs to relax.

AD - Whatever, we need to stay sharp. I doubt D&D will take this lying down.

<Later still.>

<Stank is sitting by the bar. Fear Us are back at their table and the Midnight Sons walk over joining Stank.>

Spin - Um... did that just happen?

[DevSop]

*OOC* Can someone shake a snowglobe and retract the last 6 or so promos?

[Tommy]

Dec 16, 2008 15:22:23 GMT -5 DevSop said:

*OOC* Can someone shake a snowglobe and retract the last 6 or so promos?

*OOC* why don't we ask the Bookerman? Under the bus you go, Moose.

[The Jewish Cunthead]

*OOC* Well done BC

[Concrete TG]

(Concrete TG has been thankfully clear of the chaos, working out in the abandoned gym. SFJ #52 peeks in)

SFJ: Concrete, do you have a moment? You've been awfully quiet in recent weeks.

CTG: (finishes his reps before turning to the SFJ) Citizen, I am merely taking my time to refocus

SFJ: Damon wrath, your opponent this week, seems to be on some sort of holy crusade.

CTG: but his crusade is based on the Seven Deadly sins, and perhaps he sees me as a possible recruit to his thinly veiled cult.

SFJ: What sin would you be based on?

CTG: Many would say Pride, simply because of my dedication to my craft. Some might suggest greed, but how is striving to be a champion in this company considered greedy? Some might even suggest Envy - perhaps there are people here who are better, more popular, more talented? That may be so.

SFJ: What is your plan?

CTG: My plan? He claims himself the light, he has not stood in a light called Justice. I will show him "Light".

SFJ: How light?

(Kayfabe is glowering at Concrete in the background so he doesn't make a wrestling joke)

CTG: I won't be going easy on him - he cannot hide in a church when squaring off in the ring. There can be only One who stands in the purest light

SFJ: Geek

CTG: Not this time. I don't have a sword in hand.

[fasteddie]

(Johnathan Steele appears sitting behind his old Ultimo Inc Desk with Tytan standing at his side his a "Bad Ass" pose. Steele is all smiles.)

JS: Well...well...well. Ask and you shall receive, you didn't call this a war, what do you call it now. It seems that when the time is right the the non-members of Run DEA will fight. It seems we found that the armor can be broken into and tonight we showed you the RUN DEA is vulnerable. And all I have to say is job well done.
Stank we apologize that we couldn't return the favor but the fights have a tendency to move a little to fast some time. But if you need it we will gladly help however we can.
Poe it's nice to see that Selena and you found away to get involved. To bad it seems Selena was willing to get more involved then you were.
Now, Firewoman we move on to you. That little plan of yours...I will give you letting them put you through a glass table was pretty twisted. But it also shows me one thing. We are getting in your head. Maybe we sent a too many volts to that lovely little head of yours but you aren't as tough as you talk. You constantly ramble on about "you don't know what I am capable of." Guess what I am Johnathan Frickin' Steele and I have more money and power then you ever will. Babe, you haven't even seen what I am capable of!
(Takes the brief case from behind the desk.) Oh and thanks for the briefcase Stank. I am also going to send some of this over for the damages done to the Destroyitaurium.

(Just then one of the Ultimo Inc. employees makes their way into the office.)

Employee: Mr. Steele the Christmas tree is ready for you to put the Star on top.

Steele: Thank you.

(He gets up and with Tytan at his side makes his way to the Ultimo Inc. Christmas tree. Where he pulls out the brand new Topper for the tree-a Firewoman Action Figure. He climbs up the ladder and slams the action figure on the top of the tree.)

(He gets down the ladder and everyone counts and he flips the switch on which turns on the lights on the tree. The Firewoman Topper even has it's eyes and hair glowing a bright red.)

(Everyone cheers and Steele looks into the camera)

Steele: Now that sparkles with me!

(The camera pans back to the tree and the "Firewoman Topper" and fades out)

[Jack Quinn]

<Moose is sitting in his locker room reflecting on the days events that will not be retracted anytime soon when there is a knock on the door. Moose throws caution to the wind and tells the knocker to come in. The door slowly opens and we see Stank standing there.>

MHJ: Stank

Sta: We need to talk

MHJ: Fine, talk away

Sta: Not here. Meet me on the roof in five minutes.

<Stank leaves and we fade to a commercial for our sponsors, Subway runs the amazing Ric Flair ad from years ago, Acme Professional Wrestling Weapons Store - If It's a Foreign Object You Want, We Got It. Tell 'Em Mel Sent You, The Canadian Tourism Council - Everyone is welcome in Canada, Except The Chickenshit Heels, and finally, a commercial for MidWeek Mayhem. Finally we cut back to the action and we see Stank standing on top of the Springfield Arena and Sportsman's Complex staring out at the darkened sky, a heavy coat on to protect him from the New Hampshire chill>

MHJ: Smells like snow

Sta: Supposed to be some tonight and tomorrow

<there is a long pause between them, finally Moose breaks it>

MHJ: Haven't we done this before?

Sta: I was going to ask you the same

MHJ: What are you getting at?

Sta: Do we need another war?

MHJ: Do we need it? No. Is it going to happen anyway? Sure looks like it.

<another long pause>

Sta: I am not sure I have the strength for this

MHJ: Come on Stank, has there ever been a fight you haven't been up for?

Sta: I am not talking about the fight itself. I could kick DEA's ass all night and never get tired of it. I am talking about the bullshit recruiting and worry about choosing up sides that comes with a war. It got old last time, it is not something I want to do again.

MHJ: Fair enough. So why bring me up to the roof to tell me all this? You gonna toss me off the side?

Sta:<chuckling to himself a little, but not in that douchebaggish Batista way. Stank finally turns to Moose for the first time> No. I am going to ask you, point blank, what you are doing.

MHJ: I am standing on the roof on a cold ass December night in New Hampshire, listening to you

Sta: Shall we see if Moose can fly? What are your intentions with DEA?

MHJ: What do you mean?

Sta: Look Moose, can the shit. The boys in the back are worse than a bunch of bored housewives. The gossip flies. Everyone knows you and Fire are not exactly mortal enemies. What's going on there?

MHJ: For the record, there is no on in D&D that I am mortal enemies with either

<Stank ponders this for a moment>

Sta: Fair enough. Look Moose, I am not in the mood for the bullshit. Can you give me a straight answer or not.

MHJ: No

Sta: DAMMIT MOOSE.......

MHJ: No, because I don't even know myself what I am doing right now. Yeah there are rumors out there, but I haven't committed to anything yet. You know what I meant by the face comment Stank, so don't act like that was some sort of personal attack. I will tell you this, when I do make a decision, you will be among the first to know

Sta: Yeah, I am sure it will be with a barbed wire bat between the eyes

MHJ: As tempting as that may be, don't bet on it. You'll know my intentions, there won't be any mistake about that

Sta: Trust you?

MHJ: Do you?

Sta: Not a damn bit

MHJ: Good

<Moose turns and walks away, Stank watches him leave and slowly turns back and looks out across the New Hampshire night>