MidWeek Mayhem (03/04) Live! From Springfield, LA
Mar 3, 2009 19:53:14 GMT -5
Post by Fire-Babe on Mar 3, 2009 19:53:14 GMT -5
A silver McLaren F1 pulls into the OOFW Arena in Springfield, Louisiana. That's right, she drove from Missouri to Louisiana in a ridiculously and unbelievably short period of time. She pulls into the secured parking are, and hops out of the car. She grabs her bag from the trunk, and walks into the arena, putting her cigarette out before she enters, like a good girl. She makes her way down the hall, saying hi to stunned production assistants and assorted staff and crew. She passes Moosehead Jack in the hallway, holding his new Heavy Metal Ironman DDT Title. She holds out her fist, and they fist bump in congratulations. Finally, she arrives at the RunDEA Suites by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. She looks at the part that says RunDEA for a bit, tracing it with her finger, sighs a melancholy sigh, and appears to compose herself. She flings the door open.
FW: Hey, peeps. What's happening.
AD: It's about time. And where the fuck is my--
Firewoman kicks her leg up and tosses the keys under them. They arch upward and land in Alexander's outstretched hand.
FW: In the parking space, safe and sound, not a scratch on it, A.B.
AD: Oh....kay.......we had fun, I take it?
FW: Yep. We played Scrabble.
AD: Is that some sort of....wait, I don't want to know.
FW: (with a gleam in her eye) Yeah, you're right. You don't.
DM: I do.
Davin appears in the doorway, looking like shit.
FW: Yeah. I'm outta here....
DM: Wait....Fire, I wanna say--
FW: I have something for you. (She shoves a piece of paper into his hands). Their address in Texas. For some reason, they thought you'd want that.
DM: Oh okay. Thanks.....wait, what do you mean--
FW: We're done here.
Firewoman turns to go, but Davin, who's having just as many problems with mood control as Firewoman on her best days, grabs her shoulder and spins her around.
AD: Hey, Davin, let's not...
FW: I don't think you want to do this. Really.
DM: No no...you got something to say to me, say it.
Firewoman looks at him, and the anger builds.
AD: I'll be in the other room...
FW: You sit the fuck down. I want a witness for this. (Alexander sits down. Fire turns back to Davin and gets right in his face.). You know, you can be all high and mighty, as if you're the only one who gives a damn about what happened Sunday night, but deep down you know you're fucking wrong.
Davin switches from anger to something else, as he looks down, and can't quite meet her eyes.
FW: You know, don't play the injured party here. You're still here. You're still employed. You have a title shot Wednesday night, that if you truly gave a DAMN about your former partners, you'd be spending every waking moment preparing for, instead of wallowing in self-pity. Because that's what they live for in the business. The competition, the cheers of the crowd, the feeling of holding that belt skyward in victory. You want to carry the flag of DLP? Then stop crying around here and get your shit together.
DM: You're....right. I need to...it's just....there's no CAPTAIN....everything we've built....
FW: Oh just drop the act. Be a man, and look me in the eye. Phantos was never YOUR captain. He was mine, and Alexander's and Lexie's, but never yours. Oh sure, you made him Captain, but that was just a title. You were the one calling the shots. He never did anything without checking with you first. YOU, Davin, were the real captain of RunDLP, and later RunDEA. You know it, I know it, Lucios knows, hell, the fans know it. And what's even better? PHANTOS knows it.
And yet still...he wants you to know where they are, and that if you ever need anything, they'll be there for you. And he hopes you aren't too disappointed in them.
Alexander is speechless, and not sure whether to applaud, get between them, or run and hide. Davin's face looks like Firewoman just beat him with a baseball bat. Firewoman is at first relishing in this, but then calms down.
DM: You fucking bitch....
FW: Yes. Yes I am. But I'm also right. Now if we are finally DONE here, I have a match to prepare for.
Davin looks to be switching between wanting to punch her and wanting to collapse, so he merely heads back to his room
AD: Wow.... one night with Phantos certainly had an effect--
FW: Oh, can it, Alex. It's not that. What I said to Davin about focus applies to me too. DH has been trying to convince me of that for weeks, but it wasn't until I saw Phantos and Lucios leaving that I really got it. Wait, where's OGM Shawn Johnson?
AD: You're not going to hurt her are you? Because you're in one of those moods...
FW: I won't if she gets her ass and her microphone in here in about three seconds.
AD: SHAWN!!! GET IN HERE NOW!!!
OGM SJ: Damn, Alex, what's with the-- Oh.....
FW: Yeah, oh...gimme your damn microphone.
(Firewoman doesn't wait, and rips the microphone from Johnson's hands, and looks straight into the ninja cam, and straight into Tytan's soul)
OGM SJ: Hey, what the fu--
AD: Shawn...don't.....
FW: This is for you, Tytan. You think you're in my head? Well, you're right. You are. Unfortunately, that's not good news for you. Because you've been letting Steele do all your dirty work, attacking my friends and family...but avoiding me. And I'll admit, I've been ignoring all that because my mind has been occupied by other things. But not now, Tytan. I only have eyes for you now. And I can give you a whole list of people who can tell you what a terrifying thought that should be. So here's how it's going to be. Your handler, Steele, is going to stop targeting people who have nothing to do with this. Biggs is going to stop digging into things that are none of his business. I am coming for you, and you alone. And I'm coming for that belt. And if I have to pry that from your cold, dead hands? Well, that'll just make it sparkle a little more for me.
She shoves the microphone back to Shawn Johnson, and heads to her locker room
OGM SJ: What the fuck did I miss?
AD: (exhaling as if he'd been holding his breath this entire time) I'll tell you later.
FW: Hey, peeps. What's happening.
AD: It's about time. And where the fuck is my--
Firewoman kicks her leg up and tosses the keys under them. They arch upward and land in Alexander's outstretched hand.
FW: In the parking space, safe and sound, not a scratch on it, A.B.
AD: Oh....kay.......we had fun, I take it?
FW: Yep. We played Scrabble.
AD: Is that some sort of....wait, I don't want to know.
FW: (with a gleam in her eye) Yeah, you're right. You don't.
DM: I do.
Davin appears in the doorway, looking like shit.
FW: Yeah. I'm outta here....
DM: Wait....Fire, I wanna say--
FW: I have something for you. (She shoves a piece of paper into his hands). Their address in Texas. For some reason, they thought you'd want that.
DM: Oh okay. Thanks.....wait, what do you mean--
FW: We're done here.
Firewoman turns to go, but Davin, who's having just as many problems with mood control as Firewoman on her best days, grabs her shoulder and spins her around.
AD: Hey, Davin, let's not...
FW: I don't think you want to do this. Really.
DM: No no...you got something to say to me, say it.
Firewoman looks at him, and the anger builds.
AD: I'll be in the other room...
FW: You sit the fuck down. I want a witness for this. (Alexander sits down. Fire turns back to Davin and gets right in his face.). You know, you can be all high and mighty, as if you're the only one who gives a damn about what happened Sunday night, but deep down you know you're fucking wrong.
Davin switches from anger to something else, as he looks down, and can't quite meet her eyes.
FW: You know, don't play the injured party here. You're still here. You're still employed. You have a title shot Wednesday night, that if you truly gave a DAMN about your former partners, you'd be spending every waking moment preparing for, instead of wallowing in self-pity. Because that's what they live for in the business. The competition, the cheers of the crowd, the feeling of holding that belt skyward in victory. You want to carry the flag of DLP? Then stop crying around here and get your shit together.
DM: You're....right. I need to...it's just....there's no CAPTAIN....everything we've built....
FW: Oh just drop the act. Be a man, and look me in the eye. Phantos was never YOUR captain. He was mine, and Alexander's and Lexie's, but never yours. Oh sure, you made him Captain, but that was just a title. You were the one calling the shots. He never did anything without checking with you first. YOU, Davin, were the real captain of RunDLP, and later RunDEA. You know it, I know it, Lucios knows, hell, the fans know it. And what's even better? PHANTOS knows it.
And yet still...he wants you to know where they are, and that if you ever need anything, they'll be there for you. And he hopes you aren't too disappointed in them.
Alexander is speechless, and not sure whether to applaud, get between them, or run and hide. Davin's face looks like Firewoman just beat him with a baseball bat. Firewoman is at first relishing in this, but then calms down.
DM: You fucking bitch....
FW: Yes. Yes I am. But I'm also right. Now if we are finally DONE here, I have a match to prepare for.
Davin looks to be switching between wanting to punch her and wanting to collapse, so he merely heads back to his room
AD: Wow.... one night with Phantos certainly had an effect--
FW: Oh, can it, Alex. It's not that. What I said to Davin about focus applies to me too. DH has been trying to convince me of that for weeks, but it wasn't until I saw Phantos and Lucios leaving that I really got it. Wait, where's OGM Shawn Johnson?
AD: You're not going to hurt her are you? Because you're in one of those moods...
FW: I won't if she gets her ass and her microphone in here in about three seconds.
AD: SHAWN!!! GET IN HERE NOW!!!
OGM SJ: Damn, Alex, what's with the-- Oh.....
FW: Yeah, oh...gimme your damn microphone.
(Firewoman doesn't wait, and rips the microphone from Johnson's hands, and looks straight into the ninja cam, and straight into Tytan's soul)
OGM SJ: Hey, what the fu--
AD: Shawn...don't.....
FW: This is for you, Tytan. You think you're in my head? Well, you're right. You are. Unfortunately, that's not good news for you. Because you've been letting Steele do all your dirty work, attacking my friends and family...but avoiding me. And I'll admit, I've been ignoring all that because my mind has been occupied by other things. But not now, Tytan. I only have eyes for you now. And I can give you a whole list of people who can tell you what a terrifying thought that should be. So here's how it's going to be. Your handler, Steele, is going to stop targeting people who have nothing to do with this. Biggs is going to stop digging into things that are none of his business. I am coming for you, and you alone. And I'm coming for that belt. And if I have to pry that from your cold, dead hands? Well, that'll just make it sparkle a little more for me.
She shoves the microphone back to Shawn Johnson, and heads to her locker room
OGM SJ: What the fuck did I miss?
AD: (exhaling as if he'd been holding his breath this entire time) I'll tell you later.