MidWeek Mayhem (01/28) Live! From Springfield, IL
Jan 27, 2009 11:02:19 GMT -5
Post by blownspot on Jan 27, 2009 11:02:19 GMT -5
*We follow Moosehead Jack as he climbs a darkened stairwell, ending at a cold black, metal door. Moose takes a moment to catch his breath before pushing the door open. The door's hinges squeal in protest, their rust pocked surfaces whining for oil. Snow is falling lightly outside, an inch of it having accumulated here on the roof of the OOWF arena. Moosehead Jack spies large, slightly dusted, footprints in the snow leading around a large air duct leading out onto a distant area of the snow covered roof. Jack takes a sip of the coffee he brought with him and tightens his coat a little bit before following the tracks to their source. The camera pans to Stank who stands near the edge of the rooftop looking solemnly down at the city of Springfield, Illinois. Stank takes a sip of his own caffeinated brew, steam rising from its lid's opening in the cold of winter. One large hand is wrapped around the warm cup of coffee, the other in a trench coat pocket, as he hears Moosehead Jack's steps crunching up behind him and coming to a stop a few feet away. With his back still turned, Stank utters their customary greeting.*
Stank - Moose.
MHJ - Stank.
*For now the they let that greeting stand as it is. Besides the snow slowly drifting down on them, much hangs in the air between the two. After a moment, Stank begins chiseling at it with a question.*
Stank - Have you seen Spin?
*Moosehead Jack smirks. With his back still turned Stank continues.*
Stank - Wipe that smirk off your face. I've been looking all over for him.
MHJ - Is that why you called me up here?
Stank - No. Is that why you came?
MHJ - Why I came? You mean because I give a damn where Spin is?
Stank - No. Because you know and want to fuck with me about where he is.
MHJ - Did you try the boiler room?
Stank - That was the first place I looked.
MHJ - If he's not there or in the Destroyitarium, I have no clue where he might be. Maybe he's laughing it up in the Run DEA suites with Mags.
*Moose waits for a reaction, but the big man doesn't move.*
MHJ - I could care less, really.
*Stank finally turns to face Moosehead Jack*
MHJ - If that's all you wanted to talk abou-
Stank - I requested your presence because I want you to understand something.
*Moose takes another sip of his coffee.*
Stank - I could give a goddamn whether you help me or not. What I do give a goddamn about however, is whether you get in my fucking way or not.
*Moose's smirk gives a repeat performance.*
Stank - My "obsession" with Davin Moreland could just as easily become an "obsession" with you.
MHJ - Is that supposed to scare me?
*Stank stares at Moose for fleeting moment, before laughter erupts between the two men. It lasts for a few seconds longer then vanishes as quickly as it came. Now all that is heard is the low hum from some machination nearby, and the noise of snowplows grating streets below. Stank stares out into the night, removes his knitcap, and shakes the snow off of it, before placing it back over his head, and finishing the rest of his coffee. Moose stands there patiently.*
Stank - I don't need to declare new found resolve, Moose. I haven't lost my edge.
MHJ - When's the last time you won a match?
Stank - Doesn't matter. Each loss only sharpens my edge. You'll feel how sharp it is soon enough.
MHJ - And your blood will be on my hands.
Stank - Trust you?
MHJ - On this point? You better.
*Silence.*
Stank - Good talkin to you, Moose. Be seeing you.
Moose - Stank. I'll keep an eye out for Spin.
Stank - ... ... I know you will.
*Stank walks away, brooding. Moose watches him leave then walks closer to the edge of the roof, looking down at the snow covered rooftops of the nearby buildings of Springfield.*
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Stank - Moose.
MHJ - Stank.
*For now the they let that greeting stand as it is. Besides the snow slowly drifting down on them, much hangs in the air between the two. After a moment, Stank begins chiseling at it with a question.*
Stank - Have you seen Spin?
*Moosehead Jack smirks. With his back still turned Stank continues.*
Stank - Wipe that smirk off your face. I've been looking all over for him.
MHJ - Is that why you called me up here?
Stank - No. Is that why you came?
MHJ - Why I came? You mean because I give a damn where Spin is?
Stank - No. Because you know and want to fuck with me about where he is.
MHJ - Did you try the boiler room?
Stank - That was the first place I looked.
MHJ - If he's not there or in the Destroyitarium, I have no clue where he might be. Maybe he's laughing it up in the Run DEA suites with Mags.
*Moose waits for a reaction, but the big man doesn't move.*
MHJ - I could care less, really.
*Stank finally turns to face Moosehead Jack*
MHJ - If that's all you wanted to talk abou-
Stank - I requested your presence because I want you to understand something.
*Moose takes another sip of his coffee.*
Stank - I could give a goddamn whether you help me or not. What I do give a goddamn about however, is whether you get in my fucking way or not.
*Moose's smirk gives a repeat performance.*
Stank - My "obsession" with Davin Moreland could just as easily become an "obsession" with you.
MHJ - Is that supposed to scare me?
*Stank stares at Moose for fleeting moment, before laughter erupts between the two men. It lasts for a few seconds longer then vanishes as quickly as it came. Now all that is heard is the low hum from some machination nearby, and the noise of snowplows grating streets below. Stank stares out into the night, removes his knitcap, and shakes the snow off of it, before placing it back over his head, and finishing the rest of his coffee. Moose stands there patiently.*
Stank - I don't need to declare new found resolve, Moose. I haven't lost my edge.
MHJ - When's the last time you won a match?
Stank - Doesn't matter. Each loss only sharpens my edge. You'll feel how sharp it is soon enough.
MHJ - And your blood will be on my hands.
Stank - Trust you?
MHJ - On this point? You better.
*Silence.*
Stank - Good talkin to you, Moose. Be seeing you.
Moose - Stank. I'll keep an eye out for Spin.
Stank - ... ... I know you will.
*Stank walks away, brooding. Moose watches him leave then walks closer to the edge of the roof, looking down at the snow covered rooftops of the nearby buildings of Springfield.*
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