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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 9:55:14 GMT -5
The complete works of TORAK
Index[/u] Chapter 1 - The Beginning[Page 1] I: New Arrivals (TB001) II: The X-Factor (TB002) III: The Warnings (TB003) IV: A Unique Title (TB004) V: Unequal Competition (TB005) VI: A Surprise Challenge (TB006) VII: Still Invincible (TB007) VIII: Family Matters (TB008) IX: Biding Their Time (TB009) X: State of Ignonimy (TB010) XI: Learning from your "Betters" (TB011) XII: A Turn of Authority (TB012) XIII: Latino's Challenge (TB013) XIV: Valentine's Disdain (TB014) [Page 2] XV: Emotional Ties (TB015) Chapter 2 - Video StalkerI: An Intrusion of Intimacy (VS001) II: Social Snooping (VS002) III: Obscure Relations (VS003) IV: Madman Memorabilia - Obscure Relations pt. II (VS004) V: Into the Mind, Behind the Eyes (VS005) VI: A Perilous Close-Up (VS006) VII: Reflected Revelations (VS007) Chapter 3 - Losing the PlotI: A Message in Blood/A Trail of Pain (LtP001) II: A Cry for Help (LtP002) III: Poetic Peril (LtP003) IV: An Empty Room (LtP004) V: The Domino Effect: - In the Drink (DE001) - A Gratified Spectator (DE002) [Page 3] - Feeling Left Out (DE003) VI: A Special Request (LtP005) VII: Noose Cannon (LtP006) VIII: An Unfamiliar Sound (LtP007) IX: An Unhealthy Suggestion (LtP008) X: Cutting Down (LtP009) XI: Roped in Satisfaction (LtP010) XII: Ups and Downs (LtP011) XIII: A Lack of Reverance (LtP012) XIV: A History of Silence (LtP013) XV: Of Mice and Mentality (LtP014) XVI: A Bloody Shame (LtP015) Chapter 4 - The Unfinished Chapter - A Change of Heart and SoulI: The Epiphany (TUC001) II: Vignette of a Linchpin (TUC002) III: Picture of the Past (TUC003) [Page 4] IV: The Short Straw (TUC004) V: Grinding Out Results (TUC005) VI: Recap of a Rivalry (TUC006) VII: Dazed and Confused (TUC007) VIII: Ward Wars (TUC008) VIX: The Tarantino Telephone (Parts I, II, III & IV) (TUC009) IX: A Match Made in Anywhere but Heaven (TUC010) XI: A Familiar Face (TUC011) XII: A History of Silence II/ Back From the Future (TUC012) XIII: Forward Regression (TUC013) XIV: Partners in Time (TUC014) XV: Finding a Name (TUC015) [Page 5] Bonus Chapter - BizarroI: Part I II: Part II III: Part III IV: Part IV
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:04:24 GMT -5
CHAPTER 1 THE BEGINNING Meltdown, 25th November 2004 New Arrivals (TB001) A shot of the backstage area is transmitted. A quiet whir echoes throughout that part of the building. 18 Wheelers with their trailers opened revealing spare ring posts, ropes and other equipment belonging to ACW. A handful of staff members who are busily shirking from their duty, are gathered together engaged in a highly sophisticated conversation. Guy #1 : I heard a rumour that one diva here just needs to have it like...ALL the time! Guy #2 : Really? Who? Tell me... Guy #1 : You didn't hear it from me but...He halts mid sentence and the words are almost stuck in his mouth. The second staff member has also lost interest in what he had to say. They both appear to be transfixed by something out of shot. The other staff members around them are also hypnotized by this mysterious body. The entire backstage staff have been converted into wax dummies as if by magic. After a few seconds of silence one of them snaps out of his trance... Guy : I think I've died and gone to heaven...The mystery is soon lifted as from around the corner walks an astonishingly resplendent figure. Her long dark hair flowed all the way down her neck and stroked the back of her dark but translucent body attire. Her high heel boots made a satisfying clomp on the hard floor as she strolled past the indolent employees without even glimpsing at them. She makes only five more steps before she halts on the spot as one of the workers sends a wolf whistle in her direction. She sighs and grimaces before turning around to face the men. She applies a fake smile and adopts a suggestive look in her eyes as she tilts her head menacingly. Guy : Hey lads, I'm in here, learn from the pro.The man clasps his hands together and rubs them cockily. He is a burly fellow and he flaunts the fact by wearing a very tight t-shirt. Just as he starts to make his way over to the woman he stops dead in his tracks and once again reverts to his wax dummy state. This time a look of shock and despair is on his face as if Satan himself has materialized before his very eyes. It is not Satan, however at first glance the image is almost as alarming. A figure that is only described as human as it is the most logical assumption. His face is hidden behind a frightening green and black mask that may have made a few cameo appearances in nightmares around the globe. His choice of attire, a tight black vest shows off his enormous arms which bear tattoos of various images such as a sun with an evil face, a crescent moon with a personal symbol next to it and other various scary images. His midsection is embraced with a thick black belt which is wrapped around expensive looking leather pants. The staff member, who suddenly has the stature of a baby can only glare at the man in awe, trying arduously to hide his fear. The man approaches him and looks down at him, breathing heavily through his nose. The woman rushes over and steps between the two. She smiles up at the masked stranger before turning to the petrified worker. She has a evil smirk on her face before beginning... Woman : So you think you're a real man? You reckon you could handle a woman like me? Or handle a man like Torak?She points at the masked brute, leading the employee’s eyes to the gaze of Torak. He starts sweating profusely but doesn't pluck the courage to raise his hands to wipe the sweat from dripping into his eyes. He tries to speak but nothing feasible or in fact, English. The woman turns her head back to face the worker and Privately commands his attention. He strictly retains his focus on her eyes only in fear that if his eyes drift to any other part of her body he'd have to face the consequence. She lubricates her soft pink lips with her tongue before continuing... Woman : Now, if you want to continue working here, or anywhere else, or even be consciously aware of what goes on around you for the rest of your life I suggest you go back to what you were doing and we can forget this confrontation ever happened.The worker's lip quivers as he stutters a few audible blurts before finally managing to construct a feasible response. Guy : Yes ma'amShe smiles and lightens the tone of her voice. Woman : Please, my name is LaBlanc...Cordelia LaBlanc. You can refer to me as Ms. LaBlanc. I'm not French but I satisfy the fantasies of many. Torak here is my fiancé.She lifts her hand to show off an impressive diamond ring that glistens as the light reflects from it. There is a moment of awkward silence before Cordelia raises her eyebrows and enquires... Cordelia : Do you have a name by any chance?He pauses for a second and frantically searches his brain trying to recollect the required information. It suddenly blurts it out. Guy : My name's Steve, Steve Osbourne.Cordelia : Okay then Steve, as you may know we are new here so would you care to direct us to the locker room area? Steve : Sure, I'll show you.Torak immediately steps forward causing Steve to stumble backwards and almost lose his balance. Steve : Oh you know what, I forgot I've got something really important to do. All you need to do is go through that door there and turn left. Turn right and you'll see it.Steve uses his hands nervously to assist his directions. He backs away from Cordelia and she glances at him before thanking him. Cordelia turns her back to Steve and follows the directions given to her by Steve. Torak lingers on the spot for a few seconds with his eyes fixed on Steve. Steve looks at him anxiously. Torak approaches him and goes mask to nose with Steve. He lingers there for a few seconds before walking away. Once Torak has gone Steve lets out a huge sigh of relief. The view switches to an empty corridor. The walls are grainy and wires are strewn across the floor. Suddenly, from around the corner steps Cordelia. She walks with a sexy sway as she makes her way towards the camera. Torak is tagging closely behind her, checking out the surroundings curiously. He brushes past the camera and stops behind Cordelia who stands in front of a large white door. A sign above the door reads "Locker Rooms". Cordelia : This is it, this is where you and I will plot and contrive our way to the top of Alpha Championship Wrestling. How does that sound to you?Torak looks up at the sign then looks down at his fiancée in her deep brown eyes. Before he can conjure any sort of response the door swings open and out rushes another staff member. He is in such a rush that he brushes past Cordelia almost knocking her over. Torak quickly grabs him by the back of his neck and yanks him back to the spot in front of him. Cordelia snarls at him as Torak looks down at him with rage building inside him. Cordelia : Now what in god's name do you think you are doing?
Worker : I'm sorry, I heard one of our staff members soiled himself so I had to go and see.Cordelia inhales through her nose angrily. She moves her face close to the man. Cordelia : It's people like you that make me sick. You are a paradigm of modern society. You have your mind set on your own issues, concentrate on quenching your own necessities and neglect the thoughts and feelings of others. You are analogous to those who ostracized my fiancé all his life just because he was different. You are sentient only to your own problems and share no concern for those of the people who have many. Tonight, Torak is not scheduled for a match, we are just here in a spectating capacity. Tonight we will assess the ACW talent and determine who are the main players here, who will be the most difficult opposition, who will be easily eradicated in our quest for dominance… so can you give me one good reason why Torak should not demonstrate his brutal ability on you right now? Torak grabs the worker by the throat and backs him against the wall. The man struggles and squirms but cannot release the powerful grip of Torak. After a few seconds the man suddenly stops writhing and looks down. The sound of liquid dripping onto carpet can be heard. Torak looks down too and quickly releases his grip and backs away. The man slumps to his knees and sighs as Cordelia and Torak look down at him. Man : Wow, two workers in a few minutes...I...I can't remember the last time that happened.An evil smirk develops on Cordelia's face. She edges toward the door and pushes it open slightly. She looks up at Torak. Cordelia : Come Jack, let us prepare...Torak continues gazing at the pathetic figure for a moment then steps backwards toward the door. He turns and passes through the door taking one last glance at the man who sheepishly pushes himself to his feet. The door closes and that's the last we see of the new couple. Fade out.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:07:20 GMT -5
Warfare, 29th November 2004 The X-Factor
(TB002) After a short commercial for ACW Meltdown we cut to inside the office of ACW mastermind Chairman Gingerdude. He is busily scribbling notes onto a piece of paper on his desk which is almost weighed down by other various stacks of paper, clipboards and other important junk. Cheers can be heard through the thick walls as they emanate from the large crowd in the arena. Suddenly there is a quiet tap on his door. The Chairman slaps his pen down and rubs his forehead, letting out a deep sigh. On the other side of the door the visitor is obviously very impatient as they quietly tap the door again. The chairman quickly beckons them to enter as he calls out "come in".For a few seconds there is no response. Is someone playing a prank on the chairman? Apparently not as just before the chairman beckons them again the door bursts open as Torak surges in and just manages to stop in front of the desk without ploughing through it. The chairman's natural reflexes force him to his feet and he even takes a step back as the six foot ten beast stares down at him. Another figure enters the room...it's Cordelia, following her fiancé into the room. She calmly closes the door then makes her way over to the desk where she puts a hand on Toraks' chest. He looks down at her dainty smooth hand then calmly takes a step backwards, taking a breath in through his nose. Cordelia turns to the chairman as he lets out a secret sigh of relief. He loosens his tie and takes a seat. Cordelia: I believe you wish to see us.He nods and shifts some paperwork before looking up at Cordelia. He gestures to a chair beside them. Chairman Gingerdude : Please...take a seat...Torak looks at Cordelia and she feels his eyes on her. She swallows hard and raises an eyebrow at the chairman. He looks uncomfortably around the room and clears his throat. Chairman Gingerdude : Okay...well, never mind. I asked you to come see me because I have a bit of news for you...Cordelia places her hands on her hips and shifts her weight. She takes a deep breath. Cordelia: Yeah? And what news would that be?The chairman scratches his chin and shifts his weight in his chair, leaning to the right slightly and takes a moment to collect his thoughts. Chairman: Well, I'm afraid it's bad news, bad news for you two unfortunately. Cordelia's expression changes to confusion as she closes in to the desk. She places her hands on the edge of the desk and leans over, resting on the already stressed desktop. Cordelia: What do you mean...bad news?The chairman quickly sits up straight as Torak watches on, agitated after his match. Chairman : We here at the ACW pride ourselves on being the best federation, a federation of champions...a federation of winners. Tonight we watched Torak's match closely to assess him but I'm afraid the conclusion we came to was that Torak is not what champion's are made of. He doesn't have that...that....X-Factor that the rest of our former champions possessed. Cordelia breathes out heavily as Torak clenches his fists in anger. Gingerdude may have to choose his words carefully from now. Cordelia slaps her hands on the desk. Cordelia: What are you talking about, Torak has won countless amounts of titles in much bigger promotions with more difficult opposition...The chairman cuts her off by holding his hands up in front of her. She stops and looks on furiously. Chairman : Now don't get me wrong, Torak is a very good competitor and will no doubt dominate other federations...but he's just not what we're looking for. We don't think he has that capability to make a major impact here....like I said, he doesn't have that X-Factor!Cordelia removes her hands from the desk and looks around the room, obviously irate at the proceedings in this meeting. She slaps her hands on to the desk again and moves her face close to the chairman. C ordelia : I see what it's all about now. It's all lucid in detail now. You don't want Torak here because of his image, because of his background. You only want the workers with the 'Superstar Look'...the clean shaven, smooth faced blue chipper. You....you're shallow! You are aware of Torak's ability but you know that all those sheep out there in that arena won't accept Torak because of the way he looks...the way he acts....the way he thinks! You assume from watching one match that Torak doesn't have the ability to make a major impact. You are too quick to judge, like all modern society you base a person on first impressions. Torak could make a huge impact if he feels the need to and to be quite frank, you are lucky he doesn't make that impact on you. Torak starts to approach the chairman who looks at him cautiously as he cracks his fingers, displaying his intentions. However, Torak is cut off as he notices the door open out of the corner of his eye and two burly security guards barge into the room. One of them gets in between Torak and the chairman but makes sure he doesn't touch Torak who makes him look like a small child. He tries to calm Torak as the other security guard confronts Cordelia. Voices are raised and a lot of commotion is caused until Torak and Cordelia eventually back out of the room by their own accord. Torak stares at the chairman as he exits the room. Security Guard #1 : You okay boss?The chairman glances at him and the other guard before stating... Chairman : Yeah...Yeah, I'm good. Thanks guys, that could've gotten ugly. Security Guard #2 : You need anything else boss?Chairman : No, no...I'm fine thanks. You can leave now...I'm busy.The two security guards glance at each other and one shrugs. They leave the room and the second guard takes one last look at his boss before closing the door. The chairman gets lost in his own thoughts for a second before taking a seat. He looks down at the piece of paper in front of him then looks back up into thin air. He places his hand over his chin and rubs it almost regretfully before the scene fades out and cuts to a "Please: Don't be a yardtard" infommercial.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:10:27 GMT -5
Meltdown, 2nd December 2004 The Warnings
(TB003) Warning I Meltdown kicks off with the usual parade of fans keen to get their faces on screen; the camera pans around to give the audience at home a flavour of the atmosphere. But as this is concluding, the lights in the arena dim and a strange colorful design flashes on the big screen. A deafening high pitched screech echoes throughout the arena as the camera pans across revealing the majority of fans are holding their hands over their ears. Suddenly a ghostly voice echoes through the speakers over heavy breathing: "Excluded...once more...the wrath of...(un-translatable chatter)...revenge is coming. Victims prepare...prepare for the fury...(more un-translatable chatter)."The voice sends chills down the spine of the fans before a horrid terrified shriek emits through the speakers. Eventually the big screen goes pitch black for a seconds before regaining its normal picture. The crowd fall silent in utter confusion as the lights re-emerge and the show continues……. Warning 2 Match 2 is about to get started; but suddenly the lights go out and once again that colorful design flashes on the screen, but this time it's more evil with sharp edges and more shades of red, almost blood like. That ghostly voice makes a return. "Ostracized...frequently...morale diminished...(ear shattering scream)...the mocking bird can only laugh for so long...seize the unexceeded...my pain will be felt...unleash the demons..."The much more frightening recitation comes to an end as the lights brighten and everything appears to be normal again. Much more confusion lingers throughout the arena this time as the second interruption makes everyone notice, and Philip shivers a little as he goes to work. Warning 3 The show comes back on air with the referee and Philip already in the ring for the next match, things are running smoothly when the lights dim again and once more that horrific design re-emerges on the big screen. It is much more jagged, red splatters are scattered within the design and what looks like a human brain can be made out in the middle of the image. For a chilling moment the image of somebody's eye, staring evilly piercing all who gaze upon it, flashes through the pattern. It only lingers for a brief second but it was enough time to infect your mind and haunt you in your nightmares. That ghostly voice, eerie in sound echoes around the arena once more. "The time is nearing...who will be sacrificed..."The voice becomes distorted and it speaks nothing translatable. "Ha...m...cy...th...ho...se....al...ah...juh...sh...."The voice speaks normally again... Be prepared...the time arriveth soon...reveal emotion..."The voice cuts off and light is returned to the arena and once more the fans are cast in to confusion and bemusement. What on earth is going on? Fortunately, Philip’s an old hand at dealing with unusual occurrences; he keeps the show on course and draws the crowd’s attention back to him as he speaks. The Final Warning "The clock hath runneth...patience hath been worn...morality condescending...it is over...mark the epoch...have mercy on all those who judge." {This was followed by Torak interfering in the 10 Man Battle Royal to determine the number 1 contender for the ACW World Title. Torak’s interference caused a no-contest.}
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:12:21 GMT -5
Warfare, 6th December 2004 A Unique Title (TB004) The show is running perfectly on schedule and the atompshere in the arena is felicitous. As the thousands of spectators eagerly anticipate the next bout they are startled by mechanical jolts that blurt through the in-house speakers and they unleash a large amount of heel heat for the inevitable arrival. Darkness covers the arena as "Nobody's Real" blasts through the air and a huge pyrotechnic explosion erupts from the peak of the stage. Out from through the curtain two figures appear, one large and bulky, the other dainty and petite. The silhouettes stroll to center stage and stop for a brief second. Light re-emerges revealing the two figures to be Torak and his fiancée Cordelia. Cordelia has a wicked smirk spread across her face but Torak's expression is concealed behind his terrifying green and black mask. They continue on their way to the ring almost trudging through the negative response directed at them but seem to accommodate the rancor with relish. Their poise suggest malignity runs through their veins and malevolence seeps through their pores. They are human heat machines due to the colossal presence of Torak and the pestiferous charisma of Cordelia. They smugly strut to the ring and upon reaching their desired destination, Torak reaches up to grab the middle rope and hops up onto the turnbuckle. Cordelia decides to take the easier route, up the steel steps on the corner of the squared circle. Torak steps into the ring through the ropes as Cordelia saunters on the apron before stepping into the ring underneath the middle rope which Torak generously holds aloft. She enters and Torak releases his grip on the rope which snaps back into place and vibrates for a few seconds. Torak makes his way to the south side of the ring and reaches an arm out to the timekeeper who is sat innocently at ringside. The timekeeper swallows hard as he rises sheepishly to his feet. He moves cautiously toward Torak with a microphone in hand and with great vigilance surrenders the object to Torak. Torak snatches it raucously from the grip of the timekeeper who backs off, rubbing his hand. Torak glares at him for a few moments until Cordelia attends to his side and gives his chest a compassionate rub which obtains his attention. She gazes into his eyes and whispers something to him which compels him to hand her the microphone. She looks lovingly in his eyes before backing off and then focusing her attention on the crowd. Cordelia: Thursday Night on Meltdown you witnessed a true impact, an impact that a few people here, including the chairman himself, believed Torak could not accomplish. That so called X-Factor that Torak was supposedly missing...it was not missing at all...it was merely absent during the match with Randy Kanyon.Just the reference to the Macho Man sends the crowd into acclamation. This obviously irritates Cordelia who shifts her weight onto one leg and places her left hand on her hip as she bites her lip. Just to annoy her the fans start a "RDK! RDK!" chant. Torak clenches his fists in anger and Cordelia looks like she is about to erupt into a tantrum any second now. The chant eventually ends but culminates with an "OooOooOoo Yeah!" recitation. Cordelia quickly continues. Cordelia: Quite. But it was that very man that was among the casualties Thursday Night after Torak simply swatted him away like a fly.The crowd boo the painful reminder. Cordelia: The fact remains that on Thursday Night the pinnacle of Alpha Championship Wrestling talent were all laid to waste by Torak as he stood tall without resorting to the brutality that he is normally capable of unleashing. Then with all the destruction caused and as Torak threatened to end the career of one soul the chairman himself showed up to give in to our demands. Cordelia smirks and draws some heat from the crowd. She wickedly rubs her perfect white teeth with her lush pink tongue. Cordelia: But the contract to work here was not the only reason for Torak's interference in that match. No, unlike you people we are not materialistic enough to interrupt such a match purely for a piece of paper with a signature.The crowd retaliate at the somewhat cheap shot with jeers but Cordelia soaks them up and continues. Cordelia: See Torak and I have principles, principles that we like to act on when necessary. Thursday night we saw it necessary to act on and practice our principles because of the stipulation of the match. The match was scheduled as a Number one contendership match for the ACW World Championship. All ten of the competitors in the match are paradigms of modern society. You are all superficial. You believe that the belt brings you the power, the respect and the authority to command the approval of everyone else. Well sorry to inform you, but the reason that is called a title is because that's all it is...a title. A title that can change hands and can be forgotten as quickly as it can be acquired. Thursday night Torak displayed that you can command the approval, power, respect and authority without any belt around his waist. You all saw it, Torak came right down to this very ring and demolished all those who are considered championship material and commanded so much respect and authority that the chairman himself was giving in to our demands. You are looking at Alpha Championship Wrestling newest and most dominant acquisitions.Cordelia pauses for a second to pose only to be bombarded by mass amounts of heat. Cordelia cracks a smile and glances at Torak who stands powerfully near her, monitoring the crowd's response. But we won't conform to the standard convention that all the other superstars here conform to. We are not aiming for the world championship, that is not our primary concern. That is not to say we won't accept it and defend it efficiently...but on our mind at the moment is to make a name for ourselves here and prove to you all that Torak does indeed have that X-Factor. Prove to you all that Torak can indeed cause the impact required to get over in this business. Torak will acquire the title, the title of the most dominant force in ACW, a title that will never change hands and a title that will never be forgotten...Cordelia drops the mic to her side and turns to face her fiancée. He stares down at her with his powerful arms crossed. She passionately places her hands on his chest and says something to him. The gaze into each other's eyes for a few seconds as they receive the negative response from the crowd before "Nobody's Real" hits once more and they finally take their leave. Torak exits through the ropes and Cordelia follows. They both drop down to the floor and make their way to the back. Cordelia wraps her arm around Torak's and smirks as she passes the fans near the ramp. They eventually reach the curtain and vanish to the back before "Nobody's Real" cuts out and the show is allowed to continue.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:14:32 GMT -5
Warfare, 13th December 2004 Unequal Competition (TB005) We cut backstage where Kevin Anderson is nervously poised, gripping a microphone firmly with both hands. He takes a deep breath and as he stares into the camera, he stutters out his line: Kevin: Last week on Meltdown we saw three superstars collide in what was rated the best match of the show. Three forces gave it their all until BK London came out the victor of the triple threat match. I’m here with the man on the receiving end of the fall, Torak and his fiancée, Cordelia LaBlanc…tell me, what are your thoughts on last week’s match up?The camera at this point has panned out to reveal Torak standing mightily, and angrily behind his fiancée. Cordelia snarls at Kevin and yanks the microphone from his grasp and begins her tirade… Cordelia: You are obviously misled Kevin as last week on Meltdown there was no Triple Threat match. A triple threat match pits three men against each other, every man for himself. That was not the case on Thursday as it was clear that Jack Fury and BK London contrived to work together and beat Torak as they knew they are not capable of achieving victory over him alone. The match was a glorified handicap match, triple threat was merely an alias to disguise the true intentions of the chairman who made the match. You know, it has been clearly evident from our first day here that everybody has been jealous of Torak’s presence here in the ACW. I’ve heard all the talk backstage, questions being asked why Torak has been placed in a high position immediately. This is why he has been discriminated against. Last week’s match exemplified the attitude of the entire roster as Jack Fury and BK London, who are by no means on good terms, worked together in order to overcome Torak. Even then it took a solid ten minutes to do so, a lesser man would’ve been defeated in half the time. Kevin nods and extends his hand, requesting his microphone. Cordelia glares at him for a second before handing over the mic. Kevin loosens his collar before continuing. Kevin : With all due respect, reviewing the footage there was hardly any instances at all of Torak’s two opponents teaming together…could you explain?This time Kevin is allowed to retain his microphone and instead holds it out to her at chin height. Cordelia crossly places her hands on her hips and sneers at Kevin. Cordelia : Kevin…are you so misled that you can only determine actions from what you see. No, there was not many instances where they teamed together physically. But mentally they were on the same wavelength as to defeat Torak together. What I mean is that when either of them had the upper hand over Torak, the other was nowhere to be seen…whereas, as soon as Torak gained the advantage…as if by magic and great teamwork, the third man reappeared and stopped Torak’s momentum.Kevin tilts the microphone back to his own mouth and takes a short moment to collect his thoughts as Torak seems to be slowly filling with anger. Cordelia is also visibly peeved. Kevin poses his next question… Kevin : While on the subject of handicapping, tonight Torak has been booked to face the team of JonnyG and GooeyGarth, collectively known as G-Unit. What are your thoughts on this up-coming match? Is Torak looking to redeem himself for his loss?Cordelia : Redeem himself? There is no need for redemption as Torak has not let himself down at any time. Have you been listening to a word I’ve said? Once again a conspiracy is in place to take Torak out of commission. But I can assure you Kevin that tonight Torak will not falter. Let it be known that if Torak had been aware of BK’s and Jack Fury’s idea to co-operate then Torak would have been able to prepare accordingly. Tonight he will prove that by dismantling an already established team single handedly.Kevin : Well, for that I wish you good luck…Cordelia glares at Kevin, her eyes piercing his as Torak rubs his hands menacingly. Cordelia eventually turns to her fiancé and gives him a warm rub on his sternum before walking away. Torak remains on the spot staring down at Kevin. He edges closer, his intimidating stature casts a shadow over Kevin who suddenly turns very sheepish. He arches backwards as Torak closes in on him. After a few nervous seconds Torak chuckles before backing off out of shot. Kevin swallows hard as he watches Torak walk away. Fade out.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:17:10 GMT -5
Winter Discontent, 18th December 2004 A Surprise Challenge (TB006) A buoyant atmosphere lingers in the arena as the show is rolling on. The massive crowd, packing the arena to its maximum capacity, shout joyously as the camera pans across them, celebrating as they are projected on to the big screen. Many hold up signs, with messages worshipping their favourite superstar, or making derogatory remarks toward those that they disfavour. Suddenly the lights dim and the crowd become silent in anticipation. Then from the speakers, mechanical jolts blurt out triggering a mass amount of jeering and setting a negative energy throughout the building. A short guitar rift is followed by a drum strike which is perfectly synchronized with a huge pyrotechnic explosion on the centre of the walkway. Out from through the curtain the familiar figures of Torak and Cordelia appear and make their way to the ring. This unscheduled appearance of there is becoming a regular occurrence in an ACW arena, reinforcing the opinion that Cordelia and Torak have no respect for authority. Torak struts powerfully, with his massive physique and obtrusive strength clearly evident in just the way he walks. Cordelia adopts a more delicate walk, stopping halfway and placing her hand on her hips before looking scornfully at the surrounding environment. She continues to the ring and upon reaching her destination, turns left and slowly ascends the steps. Torak prefers to take the direct route and reaches up from the floor to grab the top rope. He hauls himself up before stepping into the ring by lifting his long brawny legs over the top rope. Cordelia diversely stoops low underneath the middle rope and enters the ring. She passes her fiancé with a smile and affectionately rubs his chest. Torak turns and heads toward the lower side of the ring and holds his arm toward the timekeeper, demanding a microphone without needing to say a word. The timekeeper hurriedly hops up and delivers the requested object like a desperate lackey and as Torak snatches it from his hand he cringes. He makes his way back to his seat and breathes a sigh of relief. Torak turns to his fiancée and hands her the mic. Cordelia shoots him a smile before focusing on the crowd. She holds the microphone to her pink pouting lips but before she can utter a word the crowd engage in a un-complimentary chant. It goes a little like… “You’re a slut! You’re slut!” This obviously irritates Cordelia, but the effect it has on Torak is much worse. He shakes the ropes in anger and bashes his fist on the turnbuckle in anger. He also threatens to attack on fan as he begins to exit the ring but Cordelia just manages to stop him. She leads him back to the ring and tells him to ignore the ignorant. She kisses his hand and this seems to calm him, almost sedate him. He immediately relaxes and takes his place next to his fiancée. She lifts the microphone to her mouth once more and this time is given a chance by the crowd to speak. Why? Sympathy? Or do the fans just want to get it over with now so that they can enjoy the rest of the show? Cordelia: You people just exemplified the manner in which Torak and I have been treated since arriving here in the ACW. Since our arrival we have been ostracized by all of the workers here. We all know it’s down to jealousy, they all know that they could never achieve here in the ACW what Torak has managed in his short time. Nobody on this roster has had such an impact that six of the biggest stars have had to be saved by their chairman after being decimated in just a few minutes. It’s funny, that the very man responsible for our mistreatment is the same man who practically begged Torak to have mercy on his precious roster and succumbed to our demands. It’s almost as if he’s tried to redeem himself by attempting to put Torak down. First of all it was the match with RDK in which Torak was wrongly disqualified.Cordelia is stopped before she can continue as the crowd cheer and begin an “RDK! RDK!” chant, optimistic about his chances to become the World Champion tonight. Cordelia continues, talking above the noise. Cordelia: Then Torak was pushed into a match that was cleverly disguised as a Triple Threat match when in reality it was nothing more than a glorified handicap match, which if prepared, Torak could have…no…would have walked out the victor…instead it was that sorry excuse for a wrestler, BK London.Once again Cordelia is stopped. The chant this time is for BK London, also scheduled for the World Title match tonight. One might wonder that this promo is a clever ploy to hype the main event even more than it already is. The chants eventually die down allowing Cordelia to continue. She gathers her thoughts and continues. Cordelia: Then just one week later, Torak was forced into a handicap match against an established team. But that backfired as Torak proved that when prepared, he can walk out the victor against any odds.Cordelia shifts her weight and collects her thoughts. She glances at Torak with a grin and he nods his head in approval of what she has said so far. Cordelia: Then, we have tonight. Tonight here at Winter Discontent, live in…wherever the hell we are…A cheap heat draw pays off and Cordelia is bombarded with jeers. She laps it up though and uses it as motivation. Torak is getting slightly aggravated now though and it can only be so long before he snaps once more. After a much longer moment the noise settles down and Cordelia can pick up where she left off. Cordelia: Tonight, on a card filled with no-hopers, the chairman himself conveniently managed to exclude Torak from all events. There is no justice in that. I mean, look who we’ve got. We had two bimboes fighting with a turkey for a worthless prize. Then Predator against three newcomers, hoping to make a name for themselves, a name like Torak has made for himself. This match was followed by a match that contains a team that was demolished single handedly by Torak. As if that wasn’t bad enough, it was scheduled for at least two falls…a wasted opportunity for Torak to get himself onto the card. Then, two worthless titles defended, once again over two falls! A second string title and then the so called “big one”. The match that apparently will be the match of all matches. There we will have six of the biggest, six of the best in a World Title bout in TWO RINGS! Now this really irritates me. First of all you have the four individuals who were decimated by Torak just a few weeks ago. Surion was knocked off his feet without effort. Torak then proceeded to drive Yoko into the canvas without breaking a sweat. BK London and RDK were both next to suffer as Torak took them both down, then took them both out. Well, if that wasn’t enough to insult us, then let’s focus on the fact that there will be two rings! One of which could have easily been used to accommodate Torak and whatever hapless victim happened to step up to the plate.Cordelia stops of her own accord, purely to draw some heat and allow the crowd to get agitated by this longwinded speech. Cordelia: So we have come to the conclusion that the absence of Torak from this card can only be deliberate. Maybe it’s because the chairman is bitter about the fact that Torak and I manipulated him, forced him to act on our conduct here in this ring. Maybe he’s after some sort of revenge, hurting Torak in the only way possible, keeping him from hurting people. Or maybe it’s because Torak is different. It’s no secret that Torak outweighs the majority of the ACW roster by nearly two hundred pounds. Perhaps the chairman fears for the well being of his small stars, dreading the consequences that accompany a bout with Torak. Maybe he just knows that there isn’t a single individual on this roster with the size, power and ability to rival Torak. Hell, if there was, I’d invite him out here right now and prove this…but the mere fact that Torak was not mentioned in the build up to this event proves that there is no-one of that description currently in ACW… {What followed was an impromptu match between Torak and Amo The Great which ended in a no-contest}
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:20:59 GMT -5
Meltdown, 30th December 2004 Still Invincible (TB007) The ambience in the brimming arena heightens as the show rolls on. Almost unexpectedly the crowd are plunged into darkness and mechanical jolts blurt from the speakers, lapsing the crowd into a state of detestation, their hatred obviously directed at the imminent arrival of the unhallowed couple. Sure enough, confirming the fans’ predictions two figures appear on stage. They are revealed, as a dim beam of light follows them, as Cordelia, the silver tongued witch, and Torak, the powerful beast. They slowly strut to the ring side by side absorbing the negativity as they pass the rabid spectators, some who shout obscenities directed at the pair. Cordelia has formed a smirk on her face as she makes her way to the ring, clutching the arm of her fiancé. Upon reaching their desired destination she releases her grip on Torak’s arm and crosses his path. She ascends the steps and walks along the apron before stepping into the ring under Torak’s heavy gaze. Torak follows her in, taking his preferred route of up onto the apron then stepping over the top rope. At this point, the timekeeper slides a microphone into the ring, unwilling to act as the lackey for Torak this time. Torak glares at the timekeeper as he sits down and breathes in heavily. Cordelia passionately rubs Torak on his mighty chest and shoots him a smile. He nods his approval to Cordelia then swoops down to collect the mic, snatching it off the canvas, still staring evilly at the timekeeper. He hands the mic to Cordelia who accepts it gratefully before strutting seductively around the ring. She smirks at the crowd who boo her inordinately. She happily ingests the hatred and uses it only as motivation for her impending speech. Cordelia: As surprising as this may sound, Torak and I are glad to be back, regardless of the fact that we’re surrounded by incompetence and are subjected to the pestiferous company of you people.The obviously cheap verbal shot pays off as she coaxes an ample amount of heat from the crowd. It also entices a derogatory chant directed at Cordelia, but she is not easily offended. She shrugs off the attempt to demoralise her and bides her time in continuing, waiting patiently for the crowd to simmer down. Cordelia: As you are all aware, the last time Torak and I were present in a ring was at Winter Discontent, probably one of the greatest events in ACW’s reputable history. My opinions on Winter Discontent are certainly known so I won’t reiterate my thoughts and feelings on the events that unfolded. Instead, I would rather take this opportunity to ask you people, survey your people’s opinions on what you witnessed at Winter Disconent. Tell me, did you all enjoy the show?The crowd cheer in approval, rating the last Pay-Per-View highly. However, there is a somewhat shocked reaction to Cordelia’s uncharacteristic concern for vox populi. Cordelia: Most notably, of all the matches at Winter Discontent, the most anticipated match was of course, the six person, two ring, hell in a cell match for the World Title. Of course, it must have been high profile, as it was of the many matches that kept Torak unscheduled for the entire event. But I’ll get to that later. What I would like to know right now is, what did you all think of the main event? Did you enjoy the match?The enquiry is responded by another cheer of approval. Cordelia nods her head while glancing at Torak who glares back at her, into her eyes. Cordelia: I agree. For once I actually find myself agreeing with you . . . people. I agree that the main event was something very special, the type of match that only occurs once in a blue moon. A match that, whoever is involved will leave their mark in wrestling history for all time. It truly was a grand spectacle.The fans cheer Cordelia’s honesty and she smiles warmly to the crowd as Torak’s gaze wanders throughout the sold out arena. Cordelia: It was purely a mark of genius, and the person responsible should really be commended for bringing about such a match. Yes, in fact, I believe that all you people, and myself should really show our gratitude for a fabulous main event by applauding the very man responsible.Cordelia takes a moment to tuck the microphone underneath her thin white arm then begins to applaud. This encourages a few fans to join in then eventually spreading to the whole arena. Everybody applauds and cheers wildly as Cordelia then takes the microphone in hand again. She waits for the applause to end and the last few claps can be heard before she continues. Cordelia: You have all done the right think in applauding the man responsible…that man being of course…Torak!The mood changes suddenly as the crowd realise that Cordelia is not trying to congratulate another man, but merely attempting to put Torak over. The crowd retaliate with some heel heat but that only really supplies Cordelia with what she wanted. She shrugs to Torak who chuckles to himself and eventually she is allowed to carry on. Cordelia: I’m surprised you hadn’t understood who I was referring to from the beginning. I mean, Torak was the one who decimated most of the names in that main event. If you can recall, just over a month ago during the ten man battle royal for number one contendership for the World title, Torak was the person who played a major part in the abrupt ending of the match, forcing there to be no new number one contender. If it weren’t for Torak, at Winter Discontent you could’ve witnessed a boring one on one match between Kaesar and…well, just anybody. Torak made that match happen, and you should be grateful!The crowd do not show gratitude however as they persist with the heat for the wicked play of emotion on the fans. They do not take kindly to being fooled so easily. Cordelia: Can you imagine, there was a possibility that you could have been subjected to somebody like…like…BK London…or RDK winning the title! Can you image that!?The fans can imagine it, and their imagination is obviously pleasing as they respond with cheers for what could have been…not that they would have sacrificed the match that did occur for them though. Cordelia: It’s unthinkable. ACW could have been ruined by the poor buyrates and ratings received for a main event such as that.Cordelia takes a moment, pausing to collect her thoughts and to change her tone, starting again. Cordelia: But that’s not why we’ve come out here tonight. No, no, no. I haven’t come out here to waste our precious interview time to talk about ACW…no. Instead, I’ve come out to talk about my favourite subject, the one thing I love in this world…and that’s Torak!
Cordelia gives Torak a smile and passionately rubs his chest. The fans are sickened by this and respond with more heel heat. Honestly, any more heat from these fans and Cordelia will get a tan. Cordelia: Because a five star main event was not the only thing Torak was responsible for. Torak was also instrumental in the return of Amo The Great.The mere mention of his name draws a large pop from the crowd. Not quite on the scale of his actual return at Winter Discontent, but not far off at all. Cordelia: Yes, at Winter Discontent, where Torak was excluded from the schedule, we decided to take matters into our own hands and make our own schedule. We made it a point to come out and talk to you people, let you know how we are and we made our claim that nobody can beat Torak one on one. This was before we were rudely interrupted by the return of ACW’s prodigal beast. He came out here and disturbed our mic time and claimed that he would be the one to refute our claim. Well Amo, I hate to tell you this, but you are nothing but a failure. The claim I stated was true as you could not get the job done, not even in the time limit granted. In fact, you were lucky you didn’t lose…which Torak could have, and probably should have made sure of. But you see, nobody stated that Torak had to beat you, merely stop you from beating him and that’s what he did. You tried and couldn’t beat him…Torak didn’t try but still nearly beat you. If you and Torak were ever to meet again in this ring, Torak would make no mistake about it…I’m sure of it…but until then our claim continues true.This brings me to the real reason why we are out here. After Amo failed to beat Torak at Winter Discontent you people are probably wondering who, if anyone, could beat Torak one on one? There isn’t anyone with the ability is what you’re probably thinking. However, there is someone who, although Torak doesn’t fear, he is apprehensive toward him. This man I believe would give Torak the biggest challenge he’s ever faced, and if Torak was to beat him somehow then that would definitely corroborate our claim that Torak is unbeatable.
Now, instead of wasting time of building up a match I have offered him a match, one on one with Torak…right now!The crowd give a cheer and speculate who could be the person that Torak fears. The lights dim and there is silence apart from a few names being shouted by random fans. Some say Rose, some say Ridley…some chant RDK. Then music hits… it is familiar music. It is not greeted by a pop; it’s more of a disappointed groan. It’s Gary! He struts to the ring, a little more enthusiastic than he should be, slapping the hands of some fans on his way down. Cordelia takes this moment to exit the ring as Gary slides in and goes toe to toe with Torak. On the outside Cordelia smirks and makes a sarcastic gesture. Torak doesn’t flinch as Gary talks trash to him. A referee appears and slides into the ring to separate the two. Once happy he calls for the bell. Torak just glances at Gary, curiously as he takes a moment to climb the turnbuckle and pose for the fans who greet him with a sympathetic cheer. A sort of “Yeah, you’re gonna get murdered” cheer. Gary hops down and approaches Torak. With no hesitation he starts launching some furious right hands. They knock Torak back one step with each blow and eventually backs Torak into the corner. Gary hits a high elbow to the masked face of Torak before attempting to whip him across the ring. Torak, however, is too big and strong for that and ends up reversing, sending Gary into the corner instead. Gary bounces off the turnbuckle pads and dazedly wanders toward Torak. Torak delivers a boot to the midsection then hooks Gary in a front facelock. He looks around at the crowd then at Cordelia who applauds him. He then lifts Gary, at first like an Implant DDT but as Gary is in the air Torak quickly spins him around and drops him, and falls himself into a sitout powerbomb. An impressive move by a large man. Torak makes the cover and the referee drops to his knees to administer the three count. Torak pushes himself to his feet and looks down at the pathetic body of Gary. He hunches over and grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. He just holds him steady for a while, staring at him before shaking his head. He then proceeds to launch Gary out of the ring over the top rope, sending him crashing the floor outside. Cordelia meanwhile has re-entered the ring and joins Torak. She laughs wickedly at Torak’s latest victim and rubs Torak on the chest with a smile. She lovingly wraps her arms around his head and embraces him, and then with their point made the pair stalk off to celebrate their “victory” as the fans boo and jeer even harder than before, and the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:27:46 GMT -5
Warfare, 3rd January 2005 Family Matters (TB008) A shot is transmitted from backstage, projected onto the huge screen above the ACW entrance. The image is a delightful one as the figure of a female member of the ACW roster is walking toward the camera. The translucent black body suit tightly hugs a slender figure at the waist and the mysterious’ woman’s voluptuous breasts peak over the top of the suit. The camera pans out to reveal the pretty, yet choleric face which belongs to Cordelia. This image urges a lot of heat from the witnessing fans, the boos echo through the halls of the arena. Cordelia, unlike usual, is walking alone. She walks insidiously, turning her head to glance at the people she passes. She turns a corner and only takes a few more steps before grinding to a halt. She looks at something before her and raises her eyebrows. Cordelia: Oh Steve!As she utters this, the camera turns to point at Steve, who turns to look behind him at the voice which beckoned him. A smile that was on his face originally suddenly turns to a nervous frown as Cordelia approaches him. He obviously has full recollection of their first meeting. He checks over her shoulder, expecting her to be accompanied by someone before training his eyes onto hers. Steve (gingerly): Um…hi…can I do anything for you?Cordelia: Aww, you’re so helpful Steve. Anyway, I was wondering if you had any idea whether or not my guest had arrived?Steve is taken aback by Cordelia’s unusual charm. Steve: Oh…well there was one guy who was looking for directions to your room…I didn’t know who he was so I only pointed him in the general direction, just in case.He checks Cordelias’ eyes, hoping he has done the right thing. She gives him a smile, showing her glistening white teeth. Cordelia: Thank you Steve, I’ll find him myself.Cordelia passes Steve and continues down the hall as Steve expels a sigh of relief. The camera follows Cordelia once more. She turns another corner before stopping in her tracks again. The shot turns to face down the hall, in the direction that Cordelia is looking. There are two people; one is Gary, wearing a brace around his poor neck. He is talking to a dark haired man who has his back to the shot. Cordelia calls out to them along the corridor as she approaches. Cordelia: Welcome to my world!The man turns around to face Cordelia and smirks. Upon studying his facial features he looks slightly similar to Cordelia, although, understandably, not as feminine. She approaches him then proceeds to sling her arms around his neck. He embraces her and grips her tight around her waist. Cordelia: Glad you could make it!
Man: Thanks, it’s good to see you again sis.His statement clarifies things for the witnesses. All except Gary it seems, who watches on in total bemusement. Cordelia turns to Gary, and he stumbles back a bit in shock. Cordelia: Oh sorry, Gary, this is Christopher, my brother. Chris, this is Gary. Gary suffered a minor injury last week during a match I’m sorry to say.Cordelia’s innocent tone obviously doesn’t wash with her own kin. Chris: Yes, I understand that it was your man that was responsible for it too. Some sort of new manoeuvre that he used…caught Gary here off guard.Cordelia takes a second to think, casting her mind back while murmuring. She finally explains. Cordelia: Ahh yes, that move that Torak likes to call Fortune’s Wheel. Quite appropriate I feel.Chris: Quite. (He pauses). Gary even claimed that if not for that move that he would have beaten Torak.Gary suddenly looks nervous. He loosens his collar and a flushed look envelopes his face. Cordelia looks quizzically at Gary. Cordelia: Oh really?
Gary: I just remembered, I have to be…somewhere. See ya!And with that, Gary shoots off down the hall and the siblings observe him as he trots off. There is a bit of silence and they turn to each other and give each other a peculiar look. The silence is soon broken by Christopher. Chris: So, where is your stallion now then? Obliterating poor innocent souls? You know, like usual.Cordelia chuckles. Cordelia: No, quite the opposite in fact. He’s actually gone to help the cause out in Sri Lanka, Thailand, Indonesia and such. You see while everybody else pretends to care, like those idiots out there, by observing minute silences and donating small pots of money, my Jack is actually doing something to help. Chris: I see. So, is that why you invited me here, to keep you company?The question is jokingly asked, he does not expect an answer. Cordelia: Actually in all honesty, yes. You see, there are a lot of people here who don’t exactly consider me their best friend. I fear for my safety here, so I figured I needed someone who I could trust to make sure I don’t come to any harm. There isn’t anyone I trust more than my brother.He smiles and rubs her shoulder, understandingly. Chris: Hey, do you have any seats around here, my back isn’t as healthy as it used to be y’know. All those hardcore bouts, especially with Cyda and your man too, I need to rest my derriere somewhere, ease my back a bit. His request brings a light smile from his sister. She looks at a door to her right and looks at the number on the door. Cordelia: Oh, this is my room right here. Come on in, don’t bother wiping your feet, Steve will clean the floor later.Her comment brings a chuckle from her brother as she pushes the door open. They enter into a very well decorated room. Tinsel is draped over a shelf, above which, a picture of Cordelia and Torak is hung, with Cordelia holding a rose in her right hand. Chris (sarcastically): Nice. I take it Jack didn’t decorate this place.Cordelia grins. Cordelia: Of course not! You know how I used to love decorating the home at Christmas time. Unfortunately, we weren’t here for Christmas so I put them up early and haven’t had a chance to take them down.Chris plops himself down onto a very expensive leather couch. Chris: Nice settee. Reminds me of the one we used to have at home.Cordelia: Yeah. I chose it especially.Cordelia takes a seat next to her brother and leans over to the small table in front of them where some wine glasses and a bottle of wine are situated. She opens the bottle and pours two glasses before placing the bottle back down. She lifts the two glasses and hands one to her brother before sitting back, leaning against the back of the couch. She rests her head in her hands and stares at her brother. Cordelia: Hey, I just had an amazing idea, how about you sign for ACW and team with Torak? Imagine that, Torak and Christopher LaBlanc, a tag team to be reckoned with. You two would…She stops mid-sentence as she notices his reaction. He sighs and rubs his chin thoughtfully. Cordelia (in a more concerned tone): What’s wrong?He takes a deep breath and looks her in the eyes. Chris: I can’t wrestle anymore…the doctors told me that if I were to take too much damage on my back I could become paralysed. So, I’ve had to give it up. Still, at 36 I had a good innings, put the right people over and I don’t think I did anything to embarrass our family. . . embarrass Dad.His last statement makes Cordelia think. She takes another sip of her wine and glides her fingers through her hair. Cordelia: Well, that’s too bad. I mean, ACW could have done with somebody like you. . . you know. . . a talented wrestler.Cordelia chuckles and her brother joins her. Chris: You know, I think I’m starting to understand why people here aren’t your friends.Cordelia shrugs it off and takes another sip of wine. Cordelia: Yeah, well. . . they deserve it. . . anyway, who needs friends when you have a fiancé like Jack?She holds up her engagement ring to show Christopher who looks impressed by the solid rock. He gives a smile of content then downs his wine in one gulp before planting the glass on the table. Chris: I worry about you though, you’re my little sis. . .
Cordelia (cutting him off): Oh, don’t worry about me. . . I’m fine.
Chris: But still, I still worry. His tone is more serious now. Chris: I’m the one who brought you into this business and so I’m responsible for anything that happens to you. I mean, what will you do if next time Jack isn’t here and I’m not available?Cordelia finishes off her glass and shakes her head. She goes to pour another glass. Cordelia: Then I’ll call Cyda. Or Dave. Or HK. . .or Frost…She stops for a moment to ponder. Cordelia: On second thoughts, maybe not Frost. Spending time with him is like spending time with an eighty-year old manic depressive.Christopher watches as his sister pours more wine. He lets out a slight chuckle as his thoughts collect. Cordelia rests back and looks at him. Bemused she enquires. . . Cordelia: What?His eyes light up and he leans forward. Chris: I just had a great idea.Cordelia continues to look at him, curious but silent. Chris: How about you learn to wrestle?She blurts out a laugh, almost spilling her wine in the process. She drinks a mouthful of wine this time then places the glass safely on the desk. Cordelia: Don’t be ridiculous. I could never wrestle.Chris ignores the rebuke, not allowing his idea to be shot down so easily he protests. Chris: Hear me out, I mean, you’ve definitely got that aggressive streak. Remember when you threw Cousin Christine through that door?Cordelia: She deserved it, she took something that belonged to me. . . something special!Chris gives her an indescribable look. Chris: Cordy. . . it was a doll. . . and you were both only six years old.Cordelia shrugs and takes another sip of wine. Chris: Mother was devastated. . . she loved that door. Also, you have the brains. You could outweigh all the competition on IQ alone, nobody would stand a chance.Cordelia nods in agreement, not ashamed to admit her lack of modesty when it comes to her intelligence. Chris: Plus. . .just think who your mentors would be. Me, for one. I’m sure Jack would also lend some advice. Not to mention Cyda and his years of experience. Consider it darling. . . you love this business, why not get involved in the best aspect of it?Cordelia finishes off her wine and without a word, refills both their glasses. She lifts the glass and takes a sip as her brother watches on. Chris: So. . . is that your New Year’s Resolution? To get in that ring competitively?Cordelia studies her glass, made from gleaming crystal. Cordelia: Maybe.Chris: With the advice of Jack, Cyda and I you’d be prepared to take on anyone, whether it be. . . Rena. . . Atomic Kitsune. . . or that other woman. . . uh. . . Chris takes a moment to think. Cordelia smiles. Cordelia: Amo? This brings a chortle from Chris and Cordelia smiles as she rubs the glass with her thumb. Chris: Yeah, sure.He drinks his wine in one gulp again then picks up the bottle and refills his glass. He also refills what Cordelia had already drunk. Chris: How about we get drunk?Cordelia: Sure, just like that time we hid in the basement with Mother and Father’s vodka.Cordelia chuckles. Chris is not quite so amused though. Chris: Hey, you can laugh, I was the oldest, I got the blame for misleading you.This only makes Cordelia laugh more. Eventually he joins in. The scene ends on this halcyon note.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:33:54 GMT -5
Meltdown, 13th January 2005 Biding their time (TB009) The transition from shot to shot from one section of the arena to another is immediate; demonstrating the high production values prevalent within the ACW. This particular switch whisks the viewing eyes to a brightly lit corridor with solid white doors set in the lush white walls, concealing whatever mysteries lurking behind it. A shadow is cast on the wall, a shadow of a human figure which is currently out of shot, giving the anticipating fans a moment to speculate who, or what, the shadow belongs to. The camera slowly pans across, first revealing a black translucent body-suit which hugs a voluptuous figure tightly. Upon zooming out the figure is revealed to belong to Cordelia who smirks as she looks to her right. There also seems to be another figure next to her. More zooming out unveils it as ACW’s own Kevin Anderson, waiting patiently with a microphone, poised to enquire about Cordelia’s recent activities. Kevin : Cordelia, whilst Torak has been away himself for the past few weeks there has also been a noticeable absence of yourself in the last week. We’re interested to know, what have you been up to during your absence from ACW.
Kevin diligently aims the mic at her luscious lips as she looks at him with a harried expression. However, she is the type of woman who believes what is on her mind must be broadcasted whenever possible. She quickly lubricates her soft lips with her tongue before responding. Cordelia : Kevin, do you have a seriously short attention span or are you just so pre-occupied with your own life that you have no concern for other people’s agendas? On Warfare a week ago, if you can recall I invited my brother, Christopher, to spend some time with me while Jack is away, volunteering his services to aid with the Tsunami relief cause. Well, during our conversation, which I gladly allowed to be broadcasted live for everyone to see, my brother suggested that I start to learn how to wrestle. Not only to defend myself in a hostile environment, such as the ACW, but to achieve the satisfaction from involving myself in the greatest aspect of this business. Cordelia pauses for a second, allowing time to collect her thoughts and for Kevin to take it all in, before continuing. Cordelia : Now, you always strike me as a perceptive fellow, so surely you can put two and two together and arrive at the conclusion that I have spent the last week or so vigorously learning basic and advanced wrestling manoeuvres and ring psychology. With the assistance of my brother and an old friend of mine I have managed to hold my own in a ring against another fully trained female athlete. Kevin : I see, so does this mean that not only will the fans be seeing Torak in action, but you, Cordelia as well?Cordelia : Indeed it does, and I have extra motivation. I am sick and tired of these superficial gimmick matches booked for the divas. . .Cordelia adopts a scornful look on her face as she utters the word. . . Cordelia : . . . and it is my aim to assure that we women are taken seriously as competitors and not used purely to gratify horny acne-clad teenagers and sex starved perverts. I can assure you that under no circumstances will I compete in that ring in any kind of lingerie, bikini, swimsuit. . . or whatever perverted fantasy you can muster up. I have total respect for myself, and respect my body and the only person who is allowed to view it in its full glory is my Jack.Kevin reverts the microphone back to his mouth and takes a moment to think of a way to continue the interview. He swallows hard and stutters out his next question. Kevin : Whilst on the subject, could you give us any idea when Torak will return to the ACW?Cordelia actually looks offended by this question, as if she is being demanded to answer. She snatches the microphone from Kevin and sneers at him. Cordelia : Jack will return when he sees fit. He doesn’t feel the need to conform to your schedules, or fit into your plans. When he is ready to come back you will know, I guarantee he will make his presence felt in such a way that you’ll wish he had stayed away longer. Cordelia promptly shoves the microphone into Kevin’s chest and he grasps it as she releases her grip. Cordelia storms off, leaving Kevin looking very perplexed and ever so slightly relieved that the interview is over.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:35:54 GMT -5
Meltdown, 3rd February 2005 State of Ignominy (TB010) The scene opens on an image of Torak and Cordelia. They are both motionless with Cordelia grasping a red rose in both hands. The eyes, full of iniquity, glare at the lens. The shot pans out to reveal that it is in fact a picture of the malignant pair. The picture is surrounded by an exquisite antique frame which is evenly hung on a blinding white wall. As the angle continues to widen the burly figure of Torak enters the shot. He is diligently poised, gazing downwards at something off screen. A slow pan downwards reveals Cordelia sitting comfortably in a black leather chair. She is grinning as she seems to be watching the action unfolding on a television just a few yards in front of her. She silently chuckles to herself before grasping the remote and presses the standby button, cutting the light emitting from the tv. She pushes herself to her feet then turns to Torak, placing her hands on his mighty chest. Cordelia: Isn’t it pathetic? How somebody can be so insecure of themselves that they mentally fall apart when they lose something that they believe gives them a feeling of importance. How one minute they hold a prestigious title and they are on top of the world, but once that title has been revoked they realise that just as they were before they held that title they were nothing, and will never amount to anything so great again.Torak nods in agreement as Cordelia strokes his chest passionately. She smirks and waves her hand through her hair before gazing up into her fiancés’ eyes. Cordelia: Our friend, Mr. Laureano, is a perfect example of this. It seems he feels that while he held the International Title for all those months, he believed he was something, an exceptional individual purely because he had a gold belt around his waist. And now……She pauses for a second to laugh, almost cackling like a fairytale witch as Torak, the proverbial monster of the tale stands powerfully in front her, paying attention to every word. Cordelia: Now, without it he has become fully aware of what he really is, and that’s a nobody who will never get anywhere. Ha, this is apparent from his early days when he would contend in the World Title scene, but as soon as he acknowledged his inability to capture such a prestigious title he compromised and dropped a level to acquire an easier title. It was with this that he hoped to ascertain himself as a dominant force in this promotion. However, in one quick moment, that was taken away and he was transported to the reality that is, he is nothing but a bit-part player in this promotion. A fact that embarrasses him.Cordelia reaches up and places her hands on the mask of her fiancé before seemingly wiping something away from it. She backs away from Torak and turns her attention to the general direction of the television and folds her arms. She gathers her thoughts and chuckles. Cordelia: And to exacerbate things, Victor tries to shield his embarrassment by resorting to heavy drinking, trying to drown the sorrow and humiliation that accompanies such embarrassment. But it seems that this method of washing away your humiliation becomes discomfited, and only contributes to further chagrin. Slurring words, stumbling through corridors and indeed, arguing with a brick wall are all signs of a pitiful, undignified soul who has a contemptible lack of self-respect.She turns back to Torak and snaffles his forearms. He tilts his head, gazing at her with confusion. Cordelia: It takes a weak mind like that to fall victim to such a plot. The ingenious plan that came to fruition on Saturday was so adroit it is almost impossible to believe that it was not contrived from my adept mind. He is a smart man, it has been fairly apparent from day one of our presence here, and my faith in him has accrued since our first meeting. I think we owe him our admiration for everything he has done.Torak nods his agreement once more, this time for the mysterious man that Cordelia refers to. Cordelia turns her back to Torak and looks directly away from him. When she next speaks, it’s more as if she’s talking to herself, voicing her inner thoughts. Cordelia: It’s Kitsune that I feel sorry for. She must also be a very weak minded person to tolerate the actions of that drunken slob. Actually, the fact that she tolerates it removes any pity I have for her and I only feel she deserves a no-good pathetic specimen such as him.She turns to face Torak once more. She places her hands on his chest and moves her body close to his. He responds be holding her arms in his large hands. She places her head on his chest, in-between her hands and closes her eyes. Cordelia: I’m glad that you are nothing like him, I’m glad that you understand the needs and requirements of a woman.She stops for a second and opens her eyes. She then backs away slightly and looks cutely into his eyes. Cordelia: Which reminds me, I need something from you tonight……..She pulls his head in close and moves her mouth to his ear. Her request is not heard however as before she reaches his ear the screen fades.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:37:34 GMT -5
Warfare, 7th February 2005 Learning from your “betters” (TB011) The ACW arena is a familiar location for all fans. The advantage of promoting an event at the same arena is that fans can map out where in the building a scene is taken place and where neighboring areas are in relation to them. This is made apparent as a show of a basic corridor transmitted to the big screen receives a copious amount of heat from the witnessing audience. It is soon disclosed the target of such a negative response. Or rather, targets. A door on the right side of the screen opens and two figures emerge from the relative room. It’s the flagitious couple, Torak and Cordelia. They strut toward the camera, forcing the poor soul operating it to trudge backwards as quickly as possible. Cordelia has a broad accomplished smirk on her face as she glances up at her fiancé but he doesn’t return the look. He is focused, and his eyes are set in front of him. He adjusts his elbow pad as they turn a corner and walk a few yards until they are halted by Kevin Anderson, who politely requests an interview. Cordelia catches a glimpse of Torak’s frustration and reluctantly accepts. She seems to have something to say, which by all accounts, isn’t that unusual. Kevin ponders for a second before asking his initial question. Kevin: Cordelia, Torak is scheduled to take on The Rookie Monster tonight, but if I could take you back to Meltdown when you pinned Kiley by, unconventional methods when to…….Cordelia cuts him off, angrilly snatching the mic from his weak grasp. She gives him a look of scorn and Torak approaches him, towering over the now child - like Kevin. Torak’s threat makes Kevin withdraw from the interview sharply, leaving Cordelia with a microphone in hand, granted free verbal roaming. Cordelia: Kevin is right, for once Mr. Anderson, you are right. I DID beat Kiley, I covered her slim, prone body and the referee counted the three. That is that, I came out the victor of that match in my very first in-ring workout. There was no conspiracy, no controversy and by no means did I need any assistance during that match.Cordelia, obviously lying, actually stumbles on her words, a rare moment, as she tries to cover up the actions on Thursday Night. Cordelia: Yes, Torak did make an appearance in the match, but it was merely to ensure my welfare. That’s how much he cares for me. Unfortunately, Kiley seemingly got in the way, and Torak, acting on instinct was forced to incapacitate her for his own safety….The camera pans down to Torak’s feet, then up to his head, showing his magnificent stature, implying that the cameraman is thinking at that precise moment : “WTF!?” The shot returns to Cordelia who is wearing a heinous smile on her pretty, but slappable white face. Cordelia: The fact remains now, I am undefeated, a statistic that I can not see altering in the near future. I can earn respect for a division that is used solely to stimulate the lonely, pathetic losers that are the ACW fans. I will continue my streak this Thursday as I take on Ash and continue to work my way through this pathetic rank and prove once and for all that brains are more essential than beauty.Cordelia, quickly realizing her slip promptly aims to rectify it. Cordelia: That’s not to say that I am not beautiful of course. Of course, a woman like me, I have it all. I have the brains, the brawn, the beauty and of course, the man of my dreams!Cordelia pauses for a moment to stare lovingly into the eyes of Torak. She moves her body close to his gargantuan torso. It’s enough to make you sick. She eventually snaps out of her loving daze and reverts her stare to the camera. Cordelia: Something that none of the other women in this promotion possess, and probably need most. Who needs a floppy doll or a drunken slob when you can have all you need right here in this amazing specimen.Cordelia notices Torak’s unrest and promptly switches the subject. Cordelia: But of course, tonight, my fiancé Torak will continue our winning streak by taking on the Rookie Monster. It’s a shame, to see a fellow Brit get dismantled but that is the way of wrestling. Maybe in a few years from learning from Torak, gaining experience from the inevitable beatings by the expert, you will one day become the Novice Monster, or maybe the Neophyte Monster. Tonight, Torak will take you as an apprentice, demonstrate what it is all about and maybe, just maybe, propel you to better and bigger things once you’ve recovered.Cordelia, seemingly enjoying herself soon acknowledges Torak’s patience beginning to wane. She laughs, taking the mic in her left hand and grabbing Torak’s enormous arm, not being able to fully wrap her long thin fingers around it. He wraps his hand around her right hand and removes the mic from her grip. He tosses the mic away, off screen, creating an electric cracking noise as the mic made impact with the floor. Cordelia waves her hair and stares up into the eyes of her fiancé before backing off and leading him to the entrance. Cordelia: Come on, let’s go prove our point……They disappear out of shot. After a few seconds have passed Kevin returns to the scene. He picks up the damaged mic and inspects it before turning to the camera and asking if they are gone. Fade Out.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:41:03 GMT -5
Warfare, 7th February 2005 A turn of authority (TB012) {Immediately following Torak vs The Rookie Monster}With the regnant battle over Latino slides into the ring and without hesitation begins to pound on Torak. He is no walkover however and he instantly fights back. They exchange stiff right hands, vying for the advantage over their foe. Latino actually gains an upper hand, the exhausted Torak worn out by the previous bout finds himself the victim of a barrage of hard right hands that each connect with a cheer from the crowd. Cordelia, who has come down to ringside with the original intention of celebrating with Torak, attempts to get involved, perched on the apron where she yells abuse at Latino. It causes enough of a distraction for Torak to deliver a high knee to the torso of Latino, sending him cringing backwards. Cordelia is suddenly all smiles as Torak hammers Latino with hard overhands. He forces him back to the ropes and eventually attempts to clothesline Latino over the top rope. However, Latino is too quick and manages to duck the bulky forearm, thrown with enough force it would have certainly removed Latinos’ head from his shoulders and would have probably ended up in the timekeepers’ lap. However, as it is Latino narrowly avoids decapitation and continues to pummel away on Torak. The timekeeper, minus a Latino cranial souvenir, frantically hammers the bell, filled with some false hope that the mere ringing of a bell will convince two fired up, irascible warriors to withdraw from the combat. Instead they continue the conflict, pounding the sense out of one another with vicious blows. Eventually an army of Road Agents and referees charge to the ring and attempt to put a halt to this. However, many of them are only sent flying from the carnage as the warring pair continue to do battle in the ring. So lurid is this bout in fact, that from the back Jonny G, Hunter and FallenSouls hit the ring, merely to regain normality in the arena. Hunter and FSX grab Latino, taking one arm each and pull him away from the beast. The remaining road agents and referees manage to restrain the green beast. Both men struggle for freedom as Jonny G tries to negotiate with Torak. He has none of that though and somehow manages to send all the road agents and referees tumbling by shrugging them off. Torak lunges forward and grabs Jonny by the throat. Fortunately for Jonny, he only gets pushed down to the canvas with a bit of force. Witnessing this and understanding his current situation, Latino musters all his strength to release the grip of Hunter and FSX, who stumble away from Latino, just managing to stay on their feet. The two go at it again, launching raging fists hurtling toward each other. Hunter, FSX, Jonny G and the Road Agents and referees once again attempt to restrain the ireful foes. Suddenly a voice is heard, booming out of the enormous speakers. A familiar voice that sends the crowd into an eruption of boos. Voice: Stop this immediately. . . I will not let this kind of behaviour go on in MY arena!!!Sure enough, the chairman emerges from the back with a microphone in hand. He surges to the ring, ploughing through the negative heat generated generously just for him. He climbs into the ring and pushes a referee out of his path. Ginger: If you don’t stop this instant you will find yourself out of a job!The threat is enough to cool things down slightly. Latino backs off and the referees release their hold on Torak. Ginger sends the referees and road agents to the back and they quickly comply, exiting the ring. Ginger: This is appalling! You should be ashamed of yourselves, look at this…. Look…!He motions his hand toward Hunter, FSX and JonnyG. Ginger: So incapable you are of keeping your emotions and feelings in check that it’s taken three ACW superstars to rush from the back to stop this debacle! You three, get backstage this minute!The three look at each other before leaving, exiting on different sides of the ring. They finally disappear to the back, slightly annoyed that they received no gratitude for their initiative. In the ring Ginger stands between Latino and Torak, who are still gazing at each other hatefully, ready to be scolded by the chairman like mischievous young school children. Ginger continues to admonish them. Ginger: It is a disgrace that two experienced professionals should go at it like this knowing full well of the tight schedule we run on. What is even more of a disgrace is the fact that it took so many individuals from the back to attempt to bring an end to it all. It is embarrassing to employ such incompetence and I will not stand for it. Especially……..Gingerdude cannot help but smirk and the fans twig something is up straight away. Ginger: Especially when I could have taken care of things myself…..There is a short moment of confusion as Ginger laughs to himself. Suddenly, he makes a sharp turn and levels Latino with the microphone! The impact renders a loud crack from the now damaged mic which hits the canvas along with Latino. Cordelia jumps up onto the apron and shouts some orders to her fiancé. Gingerdude pulls a dazed Latino to his feet, talking trash in the process. He pushes him toward Torak who takes great pleasure in lifting him up onto his shoulder. Ginger nods his approval as Torak holds his trophy over his shoulder, prolonging the inevitable punishment. Cordelia holds her arms up in celebration as Torak drops Latino straight down onto his head, executing his MediEvil Driver perfectly. He gets to his feet and approaches the chairman. He stands tall above him and stares down at him. Ginger smiles, as does Cordelia who is now in the ring and Torak nods his head in approval. Ginger pats Torak on the chest and the crowd are rendered into a plethora of boos. The Chairman takes his leave as Cordelia embraces Torak. She rubs his chest affectionately as Torak watches the chairman leaving. After a short moment of basking in glory, standing over the prone Latino they take their leave, riding the tide of heat on their way out.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:45:11 GMT -5
Meltdown, 10th February 2005 Latinos challenge (TB013) The fans need a few minutes to recover from the high drama of the #1 contender’s match, but it seems that someone else has different ideas. Out of the blue, “Lowrider” hits for the second time this evening, and Latino strides out, heading for the ring with a mic in his hand and fire in his eyes. He does not stop to greet any of the crowd, but instead slides directly into the ring. The crowd doesn’t have to wait long to discover what he wants. Latino: Orale! I don’t like to make big speeches, so I’ll get right to the point of why I’m out here. I just had a great match, and now I’m in the mood to take care of some other business. So……Torak, I’m not going to wait for Ginger to decide it’s time for us to meet, I know you’re not a crawling ass – kisser to him like some other people here. I’m challenging you to come out here, right now, and we can settle this grudge you have against me. I’m waiting, ese!All the heads in the arena turn toward the entrance, their eyes fixed on the curtain, patient in expectation. For a few moments. . . nothing. The tolerance levels of the spectators begins to decrease and before long small group of fans instigate a “Torak sucks” chant, in hope that it will coax him out. All of a sudden the lights dim and the electrical jolts blurt out of the speakers and Powerman 5000s’ “Nobody’s Real” begins to blare across the arena. The crowd leap to their feet in cheers, not for the immanent arrival of the green behemoth but for the potential slug-fest that they could be about to witness. However, a disapointed sigh echoes around the arena as one figure appears on the stage. The dainty, slim figure of the captious Cordelia arrives on the scene to an almighty chorus of boos, with a mic in her hand and a smirk on her face. She waits for the crowd response to die down before attempting to address them and the man in the ring. If it was up to her the crowd would have to observe silence whenever she wishes to speak. As it is though she is instead greeted with a “slut” chant. She sports an unimpressed look on her face then shrugs off their jibe. Cordelia: Oh Latino! Look at you now. The sterotypical tempestuous drunken hispanic. You really should be ashamed of yourself showing your face in a public place whilst intoxicated, you really should learn how to conduct yourself.Latino glares, since he’s clearly perfectly sober tonight, before hollering something in his primary language. She laughs at him. Cordelia: Oh but I understand you see. I understand why you would need to drink, why you require some dutch courage when your intentions are to challenge someone of a stature such as Torak’s.Latino is now more than a little peeved; he watches on as Cordelia continues to run her mouth. Cordelia: But I must ask you, don’t you ever reach that point where you realize you’ve had too much? When you realize that enough is enough for one session and it’s time to stop and sober up. I mean, look at you! You are showing all the typical signs of somebody well under the influence. You seem to have a false sense of confidence. You are slurring your words and generally speaking in an incoherent inarticulate manner. Your logical process is incapable of acknowledging rational thought. And above all you seem to be slightly confused. You seem to be questioning the chairman’s motives for targeting you and can’t seem to understand why or how. Now, if you exercised sobriety more often you would have seen it all coming. But you, along with all these changelings here tonight just couldn’t put two and two together.The cheap heat draw pays off and the crowd respond to the insult with a plethora of boos. Latino points at Cordelia and laughs but she expected it from the fans and so ignores it. They eventually calm down, allowing Cordelia to continue. Cordelia: Think back, I know it’s difficult for you to think at all, but just cast your mind back to November when Torak here made his debut in the ACW. After purposely getting himself disqualified against RDK he was summoned to the office of the chairman. Here the chairman proceeded to demean Toraks’ ability, claiming to believe that Torak was not capable of making anything of himself here in the ACW! To think that somebody could actually believe that is inconceivable. The truth turned out to be the chairman’s intentions was to encourage Torak to refute his claims. . . prove the impact that Torak was really capable of achieving, and of course, he did. The following week you witnessed Torak take apart half of the ACWs’ respectable roster and you thought that it was merely a coincidence. However it was a clever ploy by the chairman, knowing full well that Torak would in turn cause the match to come to an end thus creating the 6 person title match. . . inevitably getting the ratings. Pure genius!Cordelia stops and allows a response from the crowd and they present her with more boos as Latino is now losing patience in the ring. Cordelia: Whilst on the subject of ratings it was apparent to all that Latino as International Champion was disastrously bad for ratings. . . Cordelia is cut off by the fans who react instantly with boos. Latino holds his arms up and nods his approval. A chant breaks out and spreads through the entire arena, with everyone present now chanting “Latino rules! Latino rules!”. Cordelia is for once in this segment aggravated as she scrunches up her lips and taps the mic impatiently against her leg. Latino mounts the turnbuckle in an attempt to raise the volume, stirring Cordelia’s blood even more. In the end she decides to shout over the boisterous fans. Cordelia: But his reign of terrible ratings was ended at Ragnarok when Torak altered the ratings, taking out Latino and costing him the title!The boos are resurrected by this reminder and once again Cordelia is in control of the crowd. Latino’s attention returns to her. Cordelia: And now here we are, with you Latino, now with no title around your waist, no dignity, clutching at straws in attempt to redeem yourself whilst drinking yourself into a hole, drowning in a pool of your own self pity.Cordelia pauses for a second, smirking wickedly as if setting up for something. Cordelia: I guess any merciful soul would just let you be and look on sympathetically and silently root for you.. . Cordelia looks up at Latino and adopts a very evil expression as Latino looks on in bemusement. Cordelia: But I guess we’re not that merciful. . .Latino looks on in confusion before he is struck from behind with a powerful clothesline to the back of the neck. Latino hits the canvas holding his neck in pain as Torak continues to lay the boots into him. Cordelia quickly makes her way down the ramp and enters the ring. She laughs and shouts orders to her fiancé. Torak pulls Latino up and underhooks his arms and places his head in Latinos’ chest. He lifts Latino up and drops back, landing Latino on the back of his head, a move commonly known as Mu-ken. Cordelia applauds as Torak pushes himself to his feet and glares down at the prone Latino. Cordelia stands over Latino and talks trash as Torak looks on. The crowd suddenly come alive in an almighty pop. Their reason…Atomic Kitsune is sprinting full pelt at the ring, and she isn’t interested in giving Cordelia a verbal hiding. She slides in and grabs Cordelia by the hair from behind, taking her by complete surprise. Torak is shocked too and he doesn’t react immediately. Kitsune warns Cordelia before delivering a hard right hand to her pretty face. Cordelia quickly rolls out of the ring, holding her face as AK watches on, brushing off her hands, receiving a loud cheer for removing the ring of Cordelia. However, as AK turns she walks right into a big clothesline by Torak, knocking her down onto her back. This doesn’t go down well with the crowd and they start throwing cups and balls of paper into the ring. This only prompts Torak to pull Kitsune to her feet then haul her onto his shoulder. He just holds her there for a few seconds, draped over his massive shoulder before dropping her head first with the MediEvil Driver, obviously having no qualms of harming a female. He gets to his feet and is bombarded with more junk tossed by the furious crowd. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Latino stirring and takes this as his cue to leave. He climbs out of the ring where he is joined by Cordelia, still holding her face from the previous blow. They quickly take their leave, retreating up the ramp past the insults directed at them by the fans at the front row. They reach the tip of the ramp and look back into the ring, and Cordelia smirks…. but her expression turns to one of shock as Alicia sits up, looking a little dazed but conscious none-the-less. She snaps her head toward the pair on the stage, and the look of pure fury she gives her rival frightens Cordelia enough to cause her to scarper, exiting the arena without looking back. Torak however remains on the spot, glaring down with sheer curiosity. AK glares back at him and they exchange glances until Latino, who is now on his knees, arrives at Alicia’s side. She looks into his eyes and they express their concern for each others’ condition. When they return their glance to the entrance Torak is gone. AK and Latino help each other to their feet as the scene fades.
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Post by Torak on Sept 5, 2009 10:47:15 GMT -5
Warfare, 14th February 2005 Valentines Disdain (TB014) The atmosphere in the arena is harmonious on this amorous night. However, in an instant the romantic feeling is shattered and a new atmosphere, one of hatred and vexation, is set in its place. The shot transmitted is of Torak, alongside him the contemptuous Cordelia. She is stood, arms folded with an infuriated look on her face. With her aggravation fairly apparent, Torak places his hand on her shoulder which forces a slight smile from Cordelia. Cordelia: It just irritates me so much, Jack!She takes a deep breath before turning to Torak and continuing. Cordelia: How can people be so stupid and buy into such mercantile tripe?Torak attempts to calm her by wrapping his enormous arms around her and embracing her fervently. She accepts this and eventually they release their hold on each other and she continues to verbally vent her anger. Cordelia: St. Valentines Day, another pretentious commercialist day on the calendar for everybody to demonstrate their “love” for somebody else merely to convince themselves and others that they are capable of feeling true love, passion and care. The other three hundred and sixty four days are left forgotten, every statement of love, every declaration of commitment, every heartfelt gift purchased and every tender moment shared made insignificant in comparison to one day where an entire society loses all sight of what real love is. All trying to outdo each other by obtaining the most expensive and usually gaudy gifts for their significant others. Some even abuse the occasion, utilizing the joyous and romantic aura to capitalize and ensnare their partner into the commitment of marriage, regardless of their relationship woes in the previous months.Her own words are the cause of her once again increasing blood pressure as she is returns to her normal angry self. She slaps her hands on Torak’s chest, barely causing him to blink, and looks into his eyes for reassurance. He once again wraps his arms around her in comfort. She looks up at him and with a smile; her mood has changed again. Cordelia: I’m so glad that we decided not to get married, I wouldn’t like to conform to the pathetic declaration of vows and false promises. I’d much rather it as we are, where we both trust each other. . . both love each other. A love so deep that vows or not, nothing can change how we feel, whereas ‘they’ declare their loyalty to one another but it doesn’t stop their happiness waning and eventually lose interest in each other, stop caring for each other. . . stop loving each other.She pauses for a second as they both look deeply into each others’ eyes, gazing fondly into their hearts devotion. She strokes his mighty chest lovingly and smiles, revealing her sparkling white teeth. Cordelia: On the other hand, ‘they’ might just have the right idea when it comes to gifts because there is a little something special that I was hoping you could get for me tonight. . . Torak tilts his head in intrigue as she begins to laugh quietly. Cordelia: I’ve noticed Wyvern has been getting rather friendly with ‘Alicia’ recently…She says her name scornfully, possessing much hatred for Atomic Kitsune. Cordelia: ……..and it seems he’s getting a bit friendly in nature with her, creating a bit of tension between her and her man, Latino.Torak breathes a sigh of discontent and now it seems he is the one with a rising blood pressure. Cordelia quickly grabs his forearms to reassure him and explain. Cordelia: Now one thing we don’t want is Latino to be distracted in any way, that’s not how we work is it?Torak glares at Cordelia, almost confused by her statement. She continues. Cordelia: So what I want from you is to promise me you’ll get me something. . . and that’s a win over Wyvern tonight, just to remind him to keep his hands off what doesn’t belong to him. Do a little favour for our friend Latino.Torak stands motionless and speechless…well, just motionless. He is as perplexed as the crowd watching on from ringside. Cordelia laughs and backs away from Torak who watches her step away. Cordelia: I’m just going to see the chairman about something, I’ll see you later.Cordelia strokes Torak’s chest with her index finger before turning away and exiting the room. Torak stands with his hands on his hips, dazed by her sudden change in attitude before the scene fades.
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