Post by Alice Knight on May 24, 2022 12:29:13 GMT -5
OCW Massacre May 23rd 2022
~Backstage we see Alice and Knux chatting. Alice is asking Knux about hiring him as a goon to take out Dylan Thomas before Big Game Hunting. Peeking around the corner eavesdropping is a African villager. His name? Sulaimon. He watches Knux smell around Alice.~
Knux: Oh... and you smell like shit... see ya.
~Salaiman watches Knux leave and sees an upset Alice drag her disgusting stinky OCW Syren Championship behind her as she walks down the hallway. Salaimon quietly follows her down the hall as Alice talks to herself.~
Alice: Damn it. What the hell... first stupid Knux and his honor for his security job. Screw him. Second, Bob Grenier and his dirty Canadian friends steal my undies... those damn Fast Eddies eating perverts. And then what happens? Dylan steals my only connection to Djibouti, Abebe. Because for some odd reason the villagers think Dylan is some sort of God. And I am the cursed evil Owl or whatever the hell that means... what next?
~Alice hears footsteps behind her. She spins around. Sees no one. She turns around, dragging her belt still. More footsteps are heard. She spins around again this time in a fighting stance. Still nothing.~
Alice: Ok! Listen up bugger! You better come out and show your dumb face because if you plan to butt rape me or try and attack me... well good luck. Because I'll take you out with an Apache so fast... you will... be like... um... knocked out. And then I will butt rape you! That wouldn't be fun, huh? Showwww yourself! Doooo it!
~Salaimon comes out behind a cooler with his hands in the air. Alice stays in her fighting position.~
Alice: Who are you? Were you hired by Dylan and his stupid Sherman? And probably even Abebe... classic betrayal move from Abebe...
Saliamon: No. Miss Knight. I work for... (he says quietly)... Monsieur K...
Alice: Huh? Didn't quite catch that?
Saliamon(still quietly): Monsieur K...
Alice(cupping her year): Huh? Speak up, dude. C'mon...
Saliamon: MONSIEUR K!!!!
Alice: Say it don't spray it... and if I may be frank, who in the hell is Monsieur K!??!
Saliamon: You don't know who Monsieur K? Have you been living under a rock or something?
Alice(shrugging): Kind of. I was suck on an island for a month recently... who is Monsieur K? And why should I care...
Saliamon: He is the leader of Djibouti's gang... The Muuaji Wa Kitaaluma's. They are ruthless killers. You say you looking for someone to (whispers) 'take out Dylan Thomas' before match?
Alice: Huh? Didn't quite catch that? Little louder please?
Saliamon(sighs): If you want someone to 'take care' of Dylan Thomas before match? Monsieur K is the man for the job.
Alice: Ooooh. (Alice whispers and winks at Saliamon) I got you know. And how much does Mr. K cost?
Saliamon: 10 Thousand, American. 5 before the job, 5 after. Yes?
Alice: Hmmm... I can manage that. Where I can I meet this Mr. K.
Saliamon: Let me get a hold of Monsieur K. You be prepared for a long drive... meet me, Saliamon, in 20 minutes in the parking lot with 5 thousand American dollars. I will take you to him...
Saliamon Takes out his cell phone and awkwardly walks backwards up the hall. Alice also pulls her phone out. She speaks rushing down the hall dragging the filthy Syren Championship behind her.
Alice:... CJ! Babe, I'm gonna have to postponed our date tonight. There's something I need to take care of. ...huh? Yes, I'm fine. Just made a deal with a new friend that will guarantee me the Savage Championship at Big Game Hunting... Is it legal? I think so... chat later. Bye babe...
~Alice rushes off screen banging the Syren belt into everything in her way.~
20 MINUTES LATER
Alice is in the parking lot waiting for Saliamon to show up. She pats her knees and checks her phone for the time.
Alice: Five Thousand dollars is a lot of money. But... after losing to Plethora. I need this win. Taking out Dyl' is the only option... right?
Alice looks at her reflection in the window of a car she is next to.
Alice: My no knows... maybe I should just cancel this. Dylan Thomas is good and all. But he is not Plethora. He is no BRIM. He's not even a PerZag. And that dude was born in the fairy tale land of 'Australia'. I can beat Dylan on my own. I don't need a goon like Knux or buy a hit-man from Mr. K... I am Alice Knight!! Hoot! Hoot! HOOT!
Alice begins hooting to herself waving her arms as if they were wings when suddenly a jeep peels into the parking lot and drives up right next to her. Two African men jump out of the jeep holding machine guns and grab Alice by the arms. Forcing her into the jeep.
Alice: Please don't butt rape me... oh...
Alice notices Saliamon behind the wheel.
Alice: Oh hey, Salmon Fish. right? Phew! I thought me and my butt were in serious trouble for a second there. You guys like to party?
Saliamon: Put this on...
Saliamon throws Alice a black blindfold. Alice holds it up and tosses it back.
Alice: I'd rather not... i just did my hair and I'm meeting my boyfriend CJ afterwards and you know... gotta look my finest and...
Saliamon tosses it back to her.
Saliamon: It is not a request. I do not ask. You put it on, now! Monsieur K's base cannot be seen by tourist. Put it on...
Alice: A please would be nice... but whatever. Fine. Fine...
~Alice puts on the blindfold and the jeep spins it's wheels and drives out of the parking lot~
30 MINUTES LATER
MONSIEUR K'S BASE
~A still blindfolded Alice Knight is dragged by the two large African soldiers holding machine guns. Followed by Saliamon. She is forced down into a chair in a dark room lit only by a desk lamp. The blindfold finally removed as Alice squints around the room.~
Alice: This wasn't part of the deal, Salmon! What's the dealio...?
"SILENCE OWL WOMAN!"
A voice can be heard from behind the desk. Alice squints past the lamp but only sees the back of the chair.
Alice: So you must be the kingpin, Mr. K.
Monsieur K: The name is Monsieur K, Miss Knight.
Alice: Well whatever your name is. I know we were going to make this deal about one of your goons taking out Dylan Thomas for, what was it, 10 grand? But while the money is no problem these days. I mean ask me to get that amount of money 5 or 10 years ago? And buddy, let me tell you. I'd have to sell my own head to get it. But now with my OCW paychecks, Hoot Merchandise sales and of course my thriving Mustard Company... I'm more than rich...
Monsieur K: SILENCE, OWL WOMAN! What are you saying? You canceling our agreement?
Alice: Yeeeeah. Sorry about that. I can beat Dylan Thomas. He doesn't need to be wounded for me to beat him. Soooo... who do I ask to get a drive back to my Hut? Thanksss...
Alice looks around and goes to stand up but the two large men with guns push her back down into her seat.
Monsieur K: This... is very disappointing Miss Knight. My African gang of soldiers do not like to be disappointed. Me especially. As their leader, I must keep all of us happy...
Monsieur K turns the chair around and leans into the light. Alice looks shocked as he is revealed to be a geeky looking white man with a perm like afro and large glasses.
Alice: Oh... you're white! Um, cool?
Monsieur K: ...so? White people live in Africa too, you know. Don't be racist.
Alice: Me? Never. I'm just surprised. What does the K stand for by the way?
Monsieur K(looks down embarrassed): Um... Ken. Short for Kenneth... why?
Alice(quietly giggling to herself): Hey Ken, where's Barbie? Do you know where she is? Barbie?? Where is she, Ken?
Alice laughs as the room is silent.
Alice: Don't get it? Like Ken and Barbie... the toys... dolls. It's funny... Look I will give you the original five thousand I promised. But it is NOT to take out Dylan Thomas. I want him 100% going into Big Game Hunting... because I learned something today, Mr. Kenny.
~The African villagers and soldiers go quiet as Alice stands on the chair talking to the four men in the room.~
Alice: I was wrong to try and hire an assassin to take out Dylan Thomas... I know this now! Because... I know I can defeat Dylan on my own. With my in ring skills alone. Dylan thinks he has me figured out. Thinks he knows how to beat me. How to win the OCW Savage Championship at Big Game Hunting. Well he has never faced the Owl. Never faced the leader of the Hooters. Never faced me, Alice Knight. I am dangerous in a normal match. So imagine Savage rules. No disqualification? No count outs? Weapons allowed? Dylan... he has no idea what he is facing and coming for him at Big Game Hunting.
~Alice smirks~
Alice: I respect Dylan Thomas. Always have. But I can only respect so much of him. He won't be ready for what I bring to the table. I've been in some of the oddest and most disturbing matches this company has ever produced. From the Birdcage match to the Anchor Match. And everything in between. Thomas, while he's won his share of OCW titles and been in some matches with some strong opponents. Facing me, boys. Facing the OWL is NIGHT! Will be his ultimate test. Because beating me one on one IS bigger than most titles in some peoples eyes. Beating me and winning the OCW Savage title, Dylan. That will put him on the OCW map. Make him a major player in OCW. Something we all see the potential in Dylan Thomas to do... eventually. It's just a shame that beating me and winning the OCW Savage Championship will not happen this Sunday at Big Game Hunting for him. Because while he is good. Damn good. Real fookin' good... Dylan is not great. And you know who is great? Me. Alice Knight. And if I have to beat a chair, a bamboo stick or a god damn baseball bat to knock some sense in to his little brain. At Big Game Hunting. I will do. Just. That. No hard feelings to Dylan. And no hard feelings to you guys. Hell next time I am in Djibouti, and need a hit on someone. I know who to ask for...
~Alice steps down from the chair. She walks up to desk smiling at Monsieur K. She pulls out a cashier's check and proceeds to write it out ~
Monsieur K: You have inspired us, Miss Knight with this rambling speech of yours. But... we need to hurt and possibly torture someone... you name it. Doesn't have to be Dylan Thomas... We'll do it anyone you choose.
~Alice shakes her head smiling~
Alice: You guys are too sweet... but nah. It's fine... really.
Saliamon: Please, Miss Knight...
Alice thinks for a second taping the pen on her chin.
Alice: Hmmmm. Anyone? Well... there is one person who needs a good reminder who the hell Alice Knight is. And not to mess with me...
Monsieur K: Consider it done.
30 MINUTES LATER
The jeep pulls up to Alice's hut back near the arena. U2's Vertigo is playing loudly as Alice steps out of the jeep.
Alice: So... Abebe lives a few huts down on the right. Feel free to cut off a few toes and fingers for me. But i don't want to tell you how to do your job. That be like you telling me how to beat Dylan Thomas at Big Game Hunting. No helped wanted. Take care guys.
She blows them a kiss as they drive shooting their guns in the ai while screaming. They drive towards Abebe's hut. Alice laughs saying 'Boys will be boys!' As she walks into her hut.
~Backstage we see Alice and Knux chatting. Alice is asking Knux about hiring him as a goon to take out Dylan Thomas before Big Game Hunting. Peeking around the corner eavesdropping is a African villager. His name? Sulaimon. He watches Knux smell around Alice.~
Knux: Oh... and you smell like shit... see ya.
~Salaiman watches Knux leave and sees an upset Alice drag her disgusting stinky OCW Syren Championship behind her as she walks down the hallway. Salaimon quietly follows her down the hall as Alice talks to herself.~
Alice: Damn it. What the hell... first stupid Knux and his honor for his security job. Screw him. Second, Bob Grenier and his dirty Canadian friends steal my undies... those damn Fast Eddies eating perverts. And then what happens? Dylan steals my only connection to Djibouti, Abebe. Because for some odd reason the villagers think Dylan is some sort of God. And I am the cursed evil Owl or whatever the hell that means... what next?
~Alice hears footsteps behind her. She spins around. Sees no one. She turns around, dragging her belt still. More footsteps are heard. She spins around again this time in a fighting stance. Still nothing.~
Alice: Ok! Listen up bugger! You better come out and show your dumb face because if you plan to butt rape me or try and attack me... well good luck. Because I'll take you out with an Apache so fast... you will... be like... um... knocked out. And then I will butt rape you! That wouldn't be fun, huh? Showwww yourself! Doooo it!
~Salaimon comes out behind a cooler with his hands in the air. Alice stays in her fighting position.~
Alice: Who are you? Were you hired by Dylan and his stupid Sherman? And probably even Abebe... classic betrayal move from Abebe...
Saliamon: No. Miss Knight. I work for... (he says quietly)... Monsieur K...
Alice: Huh? Didn't quite catch that?
Saliamon(still quietly): Monsieur K...
Alice(cupping her year): Huh? Speak up, dude. C'mon...
Saliamon: MONSIEUR K!!!!
Alice: Say it don't spray it... and if I may be frank, who in the hell is Monsieur K!??!
Saliamon: You don't know who Monsieur K? Have you been living under a rock or something?
Alice(shrugging): Kind of. I was suck on an island for a month recently... who is Monsieur K? And why should I care...
Saliamon: He is the leader of Djibouti's gang... The Muuaji Wa Kitaaluma's. They are ruthless killers. You say you looking for someone to (whispers) 'take out Dylan Thomas' before match?
Alice: Huh? Didn't quite catch that? Little louder please?
Saliamon(sighs): If you want someone to 'take care' of Dylan Thomas before match? Monsieur K is the man for the job.
Alice: Ooooh. (Alice whispers and winks at Saliamon) I got you know. And how much does Mr. K cost?
Saliamon: 10 Thousand, American. 5 before the job, 5 after. Yes?
Alice: Hmmm... I can manage that. Where I can I meet this Mr. K.
Saliamon: Let me get a hold of Monsieur K. You be prepared for a long drive... meet me, Saliamon, in 20 minutes in the parking lot with 5 thousand American dollars. I will take you to him...
Saliamon Takes out his cell phone and awkwardly walks backwards up the hall. Alice also pulls her phone out. She speaks rushing down the hall dragging the filthy Syren Championship behind her.
Alice:... CJ! Babe, I'm gonna have to postponed our date tonight. There's something I need to take care of. ...huh? Yes, I'm fine. Just made a deal with a new friend that will guarantee me the Savage Championship at Big Game Hunting... Is it legal? I think so... chat later. Bye babe...
~Alice rushes off screen banging the Syren belt into everything in her way.~
20 MINUTES LATER
Alice is in the parking lot waiting for Saliamon to show up. She pats her knees and checks her phone for the time.
Alice: Five Thousand dollars is a lot of money. But... after losing to Plethora. I need this win. Taking out Dyl' is the only option... right?
Alice looks at her reflection in the window of a car she is next to.
Alice: My no knows... maybe I should just cancel this. Dylan Thomas is good and all. But he is not Plethora. He is no BRIM. He's not even a PerZag. And that dude was born in the fairy tale land of 'Australia'. I can beat Dylan on my own. I don't need a goon like Knux or buy a hit-man from Mr. K... I am Alice Knight!! Hoot! Hoot! HOOT!
Alice begins hooting to herself waving her arms as if they were wings when suddenly a jeep peels into the parking lot and drives up right next to her. Two African men jump out of the jeep holding machine guns and grab Alice by the arms. Forcing her into the jeep.
Alice: Please don't butt rape me... oh...
Alice notices Saliamon behind the wheel.
Alice: Oh hey, Salmon Fish. right? Phew! I thought me and my butt were in serious trouble for a second there. You guys like to party?
Saliamon: Put this on...
Saliamon throws Alice a black blindfold. Alice holds it up and tosses it back.
Alice: I'd rather not... i just did my hair and I'm meeting my boyfriend CJ afterwards and you know... gotta look my finest and...
Saliamon tosses it back to her.
Saliamon: It is not a request. I do not ask. You put it on, now! Monsieur K's base cannot be seen by tourist. Put it on...
Alice: A please would be nice... but whatever. Fine. Fine...
~Alice puts on the blindfold and the jeep spins it's wheels and drives out of the parking lot~
30 MINUTES LATER
MONSIEUR K'S BASE
~A still blindfolded Alice Knight is dragged by the two large African soldiers holding machine guns. Followed by Saliamon. She is forced down into a chair in a dark room lit only by a desk lamp. The blindfold finally removed as Alice squints around the room.~
Alice: This wasn't part of the deal, Salmon! What's the dealio...?
"SILENCE OWL WOMAN!"
A voice can be heard from behind the desk. Alice squints past the lamp but only sees the back of the chair.
Alice: So you must be the kingpin, Mr. K.
Monsieur K: The name is Monsieur K, Miss Knight.
Alice: Well whatever your name is. I know we were going to make this deal about one of your goons taking out Dylan Thomas for, what was it, 10 grand? But while the money is no problem these days. I mean ask me to get that amount of money 5 or 10 years ago? And buddy, let me tell you. I'd have to sell my own head to get it. But now with my OCW paychecks, Hoot Merchandise sales and of course my thriving Mustard Company... I'm more than rich...
Monsieur K: SILENCE, OWL WOMAN! What are you saying? You canceling our agreement?
Alice: Yeeeeah. Sorry about that. I can beat Dylan Thomas. He doesn't need to be wounded for me to beat him. Soooo... who do I ask to get a drive back to my Hut? Thanksss...
Alice looks around and goes to stand up but the two large men with guns push her back down into her seat.
Monsieur K: This... is very disappointing Miss Knight. My African gang of soldiers do not like to be disappointed. Me especially. As their leader, I must keep all of us happy...
Monsieur K turns the chair around and leans into the light. Alice looks shocked as he is revealed to be a geeky looking white man with a perm like afro and large glasses.
Alice: Oh... you're white! Um, cool?
Monsieur K: ...so? White people live in Africa too, you know. Don't be racist.
Alice: Me? Never. I'm just surprised. What does the K stand for by the way?
Monsieur K(looks down embarrassed): Um... Ken. Short for Kenneth... why?
Alice(quietly giggling to herself): Hey Ken, where's Barbie? Do you know where she is? Barbie?? Where is she, Ken?
Alice laughs as the room is silent.
Alice: Don't get it? Like Ken and Barbie... the toys... dolls. It's funny... Look I will give you the original five thousand I promised. But it is NOT to take out Dylan Thomas. I want him 100% going into Big Game Hunting... because I learned something today, Mr. Kenny.
~The African villagers and soldiers go quiet as Alice stands on the chair talking to the four men in the room.~
Alice: I was wrong to try and hire an assassin to take out Dylan Thomas... I know this now! Because... I know I can defeat Dylan on my own. With my in ring skills alone. Dylan thinks he has me figured out. Thinks he knows how to beat me. How to win the OCW Savage Championship at Big Game Hunting. Well he has never faced the Owl. Never faced the leader of the Hooters. Never faced me, Alice Knight. I am dangerous in a normal match. So imagine Savage rules. No disqualification? No count outs? Weapons allowed? Dylan... he has no idea what he is facing and coming for him at Big Game Hunting.
~Alice smirks~
Alice: I respect Dylan Thomas. Always have. But I can only respect so much of him. He won't be ready for what I bring to the table. I've been in some of the oddest and most disturbing matches this company has ever produced. From the Birdcage match to the Anchor Match. And everything in between. Thomas, while he's won his share of OCW titles and been in some matches with some strong opponents. Facing me, boys. Facing the OWL is NIGHT! Will be his ultimate test. Because beating me one on one IS bigger than most titles in some peoples eyes. Beating me and winning the OCW Savage title, Dylan. That will put him on the OCW map. Make him a major player in OCW. Something we all see the potential in Dylan Thomas to do... eventually. It's just a shame that beating me and winning the OCW Savage Championship will not happen this Sunday at Big Game Hunting for him. Because while he is good. Damn good. Real fookin' good... Dylan is not great. And you know who is great? Me. Alice Knight. And if I have to beat a chair, a bamboo stick or a god damn baseball bat to knock some sense in to his little brain. At Big Game Hunting. I will do. Just. That. No hard feelings to Dylan. And no hard feelings to you guys. Hell next time I am in Djibouti, and need a hit on someone. I know who to ask for...
~Alice steps down from the chair. She walks up to desk smiling at Monsieur K. She pulls out a cashier's check and proceeds to write it out ~
Monsieur K: You have inspired us, Miss Knight with this rambling speech of yours. But... we need to hurt and possibly torture someone... you name it. Doesn't have to be Dylan Thomas... We'll do it anyone you choose.
~Alice shakes her head smiling~
Alice: You guys are too sweet... but nah. It's fine... really.
Saliamon: Please, Miss Knight...
Alice thinks for a second taping the pen on her chin.
Alice: Hmmmm. Anyone? Well... there is one person who needs a good reminder who the hell Alice Knight is. And not to mess with me...
Monsieur K: Consider it done.
30 MINUTES LATER
The jeep pulls up to Alice's hut back near the arena. U2's Vertigo is playing loudly as Alice steps out of the jeep.
Alice: So... Abebe lives a few huts down on the right. Feel free to cut off a few toes and fingers for me. But i don't want to tell you how to do your job. That be like you telling me how to beat Dylan Thomas at Big Game Hunting. No helped wanted. Take care guys.
She blows them a kiss as they drive shooting their guns in the ai while screaming. They drive towards Abebe's hut. Alice laughs saying 'Boys will be boys!' As she walks into her hut.