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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:36:11 GMT -5
Segment: Tension Rising Credit: Steele, XS3, RDK
Warfare being more than kicked off at this point, we open up to the locker room of XS3 and officially unbanned, Jake Steele. It’s been awhile since Jake has been in the locker room, and it may be the first time ever that the two of them have been inside of the Road Steelers locker room, without the possibility of Thunder Train barging in yelling about lawsuits or food. XS3 is sitting on a bench in the corner and Steele is simply looking through his suitcase at a few of the shirts he packed, since at this point he has nothing better to do. Despite the reunion they shared last week, both don’t speak, and instead just seem to be enjoying each other’s company in silence. Unfortunately, that silence is killed by an familiar face…
Macho Man: OoOoOoOo YEAHHHHHH, THE MACHO MAYUN HAS HIT THE SCENE![/COLOR]
With his usual strut and glide in his step, Macho Man RDK comes into the room with his International Title over his shoulder. He has a big smile on his face and is greeted by XS3, but Jake Steele simply organizes his shirts and doesn’t even look up. Macho notices this obvious ignoring, and approaches his once heated rival.
Macho Man: You don’t seem to be in the mood of saying hello, brudah. What’s up?[/color]
Steele stops his shirt organizing and looks up at Macho, snickering just a little bit before he decides to answer.
Steele - What’s up? What’s up is you bustin’ yo ass up in dis locker room like you own da muthafucka. You still think you somethin’ special cause of dat title you got over yo shoulder? Nigga please, remember dat you only still got dat shit cause Zero had it out for me. If he wasn’t such of a pussy then it would have been mine.[/color]
Macho Man: OoOoOoOh yeah? Well The Mach thinks you got things a bit mixed up. CAUSE THE MACH KNOWS THAT A JEMIMA BOY LIKE YOU COULD NEVER TRULY BEAT THE HONKIN', TONKIN', NATURE WALKIN' SON OF A GUN LIKE ME. SO YOU NEED TO KNOW YOUR ROLE AND DRINK YOUR SYRUP! BEFORE THE MACH LAYS THE SMACKETH DOW-[/COLOR]
Suddenly, in the middle of Macho’s response, XS3 seems to have already had enough. He slams his fist hard against one of the lockers next to him, which catches the attention of both Steele and RDK. He then looks at them both and gets up from the bench, shaking his head. XS3 gets next to both of them, and begins to speak his mind.
XS3: Shut up, both of you. Just... shut the hell up. It hasn’t even been a good half hour since Steele has been unbanned and already you two are trying to be at each other’s throats. Well, I’m telling you both right now that I am not having ANY of it. At this moment the two of you, and Christine are the closest things keeping me from going completely insane, and you two are also the only bastards crazy enough to help me take on “The Authority”. So, both of you need to look each other in the eyes, and shake hands! Got it?
Steele looks up at XS3, then at Macho, who is locking eyes with him. Steele lets his tongue roll around in his mouth for a second, before he stands up and now looks Macho dead in his eyes. For a moment it takes people back to just one month ago when these two wanted nothing more than each other’s blood, but it becomes clear that now things are different when Steele extends his hand out to Macho. Macho, surprised, looks down at his hand but he shakes it. Macho then nods at Steele as he turns away from him and walks off and out of the locker room. Steele looks over to XS3, and shakes his head, before sitting back down. XS3 then lets a smile come across his face as he looks back at Steele.
XS3: This is going to be one hell of a ride.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:36:35 GMT -5
Segment: Reminisce, Part III (Credit: Lee)
It's just another day in Brooklyn, N.Y. Everyone behaves as normally as they usually do, as it's simply another day of school, work or whatever that they've done as a routine countless times before. It's a special day for a certain person, though, as that man is poised to make is ACW debut very soon, and he is as psyched as you'd expect him to be.
Lee Homicide sits on the floor, leaning against the wall, as he watches random people walk by. He sighs as he sees the look of nothingness in every one of their faces. They all take life for granted, and one day, they will learn their lesson the hard way. Lee leans against the wall even more. He appears to be relaxed, but he’s still got a toughness in the manner of his movement and positioning. He is wearing a red jacket, a pair of white baggy pants, and a set of red and white VANS sneakers. Rounding out the attire is a dog tag with the Chinese word for “dragon” imprinted on it.
The wall he is leaning against is that of his parents' old house, the first house they lived in when they moved to Brooklyn. The house is now abandoned, of course, but it holds so many memories that it tempted Lee to come back here one last time. Lee can remember how he first watched wrestling on a television in that very same house with his cousin and close friend back then. He grins slightly to himself, focusing on the positives of his past.
However, no matter what he thinks about, his big debut match is constantly cracking into his thoughts, interrupting whatever he is thinking of then. He knows that there’s a lot on the line, and he is going to make sure that his hard work pays off in the end. Glaring ahead into the personal cameras given to each ACW wrestler for their own use of cutting promos or segments, Lee begins to speak, apparently wanting to address his impending match.
Lee: Ay, y'all, it's yo' boy, Lee here, doin' what y'all might be familiar with, a lil' pre-match hype up promo...thing. Yeah, I know, I know, I ain't good in startin’ as it all seems so awkward at first, you know, speaking to a freakin' camera, but I'll get used to it.
Lee allows himself a gentle grin before he continues.
Lee: The moment when I’ll take to the ACW ring is fast-approaching, as all ya’ll must surely know. I admit, I'm kinda excited, kinda nervous, but above all these emotions, there is determination. I want this bad, perhaps more than anyone else in the ACW roster. I'd do anythin' to make my way into the legend books, and no, that ain't a threat, that ain't just a statement nor a claim, that's a PROMISE. And that's all I have in this world: my word. And when I make a promise, then I'm more than serious about it. Yeah, I realize that I've got some tough competition to go through, but it makes no difference to me. One guy, two guys, hell, throw in the entire state of New York, I'd still make sure I find my rightful spot at the top. That's just me, I thrive off the thrill of competition, the danger of losing it all. That’s what pushes me beyond everything else.
Lee pauses as he lets his words to sink in.
Lee: The rest of the cats in ACW are hungry. They are hungry for glory and success. But all due respect to y'all, this ain’t ya’ll’s time no more. It just so happens that the all of you have the misfortune of facing me, and don't let my calm demeanor fool you. Inside the ring, I am a raging dragon. I'm a rabid pitbull. I won't go easy on anyone, friend or foe. I don't care if you got a male or female appendage down there, I'd still knock the hell out of y'all just to earn my keep. I, unlike y'all, ain't gonna make no exaggerated claims about me doing whatever, because y'all see, I keep it real, while y'all can’t even keep it realistic. I ain't gonna talk about how I will make anyone cry home to ya mams or how I'm gonna break every bone in your body, but I will say this: Victory will be mine. And that ain't a simply claim, it's a PROMISE. This marks the era of the dragon. It marks the time of me, Lee Homicide, to shine. And as much as I wish it could be easier for y'all, there really isn't anything you can do to stop me. I put the “A” in awesome, the “G” in greatness, the “F” in fantastic. And, naw, I'm not cocky, I'm just confident. Say I'm the best, I'll just take it as a compliment.
An intense expression rest upon Lee's face, as he makes his final words' heard.
Lee: The mythical dragon will be reborn from the ashes, and y'all best believe what I'm sayin', 'cause I ain't fakin' nuthin'. This is Lee, Notorious One-One-Three, reppin' the East Coast and Southeast Asia...out...
The scene fades away upon the intent gaze coming from Lee, as the question remain is this: Will Lee put his money where his mouth is, and live up to the expectations he set for himself? There's only one way to find out, and that's by tuning into ACW.
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"I will not fall, homie, I'm destined for greatness." - Lee Homicide
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:38:04 GMT -5
You can't spell Party without Arty. Unless you misspell Party, or Arty. Dan White Sunday 15th February, 23:42pm. Chairman Gingerdude's HousePandemonium. That's all that can really describe this party. The camera cuts through various areas of the house, from the kitchen with the entire contents of everything ever thrown around. We then cut to the front room, where a girl is publicly riding a guy on the sofa, with another guy passed out and a gargle of sick splattering sporadically out of his mouth. We then cut to the dining area, and there's people dancing on the tables, their eyes rolled into the back of the head, a clear sign that some form of drug has been consumed here. The fact that there's a dubious white powder on the floor suggests that there's been more than just one drug being taken at this party.
Cut to the bathroom upstairs, and there's two more people at it, the woman bent over the sink. The medicine cabinet has been wiped clean, and there's about 50 different types of piss around the toilet seat. A concoction of drugs and alcohol does many things to you, most of which are in some way involved with the sudden inability to hit the toilet basin. We then cut to a bedroom door, and it swings open, with protagonist Dan White stumbling out with his jeans unbtuttoned, and his shirt hastily thrown back on. What follows him is a stunning brunette in just her underwear, a bit of a far cry than the “slag” that he wanted to be “knee deep” in.Girl: What did you say your name was? Dan: My name's BK London. I'm retired from wrestling now babe, but just call this number whenever you want to go one on one again in private. He smirks as he gives her the number, obviously the wrong number and probably not even BK's number. But the girl, oblivious to this, is just pleased to have gotten a shag off someone famous that night. As she turns around to get a bit more fully dressed, Dan makes his escape, stumbling down the stairs, and falling at the feet of The Royles.McGroin: Now then, you silly cunt. We've got a surprise for you. Biggin: Ginger's garden is all turfed. And you know what? It came straight from Old Trafford. Manchester United. There's almost a glimmer of hatred in Dan's eyes for the mention of the club. The scummiest club with the shittest fans in the world. Well, the only person with shitter fans is Jay Zero, ohohoho.Dan: Well then lads, what are we waiting for? The Royles smirk at each other, knowing something Dan doesn't know.
Dan: What?
McGroin: We already took care of that, mate. We stuck weedkiller around it.
Biggin: Aye, you can't see it now, but it'll eventually say “CRISTIANO RONALDO IS A BIG TWAT” in big letters.
Dan begins to laugh, and hugs the duo as he hears of their tales.
Dan: Hahaha, fucking brilliant, lads!
But The Royles are more occupied at something else. The camera pans across and there are a team of five policemen standing at the door, arms folded, with batons in their hand.
Chief of Police: All right, what the hell's going on here?! I've heard of there being drugs taken, sex all around the house, extremely loud music, vandalism, and the housekeeper doesn't even know about this! Who's responsible?!
Dan looks at both The Royles. They're almost prepared to blame a drunk that's passed out, but Dan does the honourable thing, and steps forward.
Dan: It was me, officer.
The officer scans Dan up and down.
Chief of Police: ...I see. Well now, you're in a lot of trouble, you realise? What's your name?
Dan takes a mighty gulp. It's certainly the worst crime he's done. For a few years anyways. But he guesses he should take the honest way out and hope for the best.
Dan: My name is BK London.
D'Oh
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:38:45 GMT -5
Title: A Short Glimpse to the past Credit: Chris Phenomenal Laying in front of me is a simple wooden walkway, dimly illuminated by firefly‘s hovering in small jars attached to cylindrical wooden posts. To my left, darkness, to my right is much the same. I turn around, looking at how I came into this place and yet all I see is darkness, no entrance, not even a support for the back end of the walkway I am standing on. One step forward would be the end of me, plunging to what ultimately must be death. My decision is thus made for me, what I must do so onward I venture. Every step I take is ultimately slower than the last until eventually I am moving at a snails crawl. The deeper into this chasm I go, the colder it becomes until my teeth start chattering, the cold having penetrated my skin and now reeking havoc on my innards. Persevering through the cold I venture on until after what seems like an hour I finally come within site of a large oak door. As I draw closer I realize that this is no ordinary oak door. The frame is encrusted with rubies, glimmering in the fading light. At eye level there is an innate carving of a strange symbol, like a burning pentagram. The tips of the flames have a emeralds on them, the light reflecting off of them causing them to shine like the thousands of stars against the night skies. The handle of the door is like none I have ever seen before, it appears to be made of pure twenty-four karat gold. I reach out grabbing hold of the handle, strangely warm to the touch as opposed to the cold I have felt for the last while. I look around this strange place, hoping to spot any way I can escape without going through this foreboding door. As I turn around a full one hundred and eighty degrees I am shocked as I look down over the precipice of a ledge, the makeshift bridge I had walked across to reach this door having disappeared into thin air. I breathe a heavy sigh, turn the handle and await my fate. I slowly open the door, one inch, then another and then finally ripping it open. As it opens I am hit by a blinding white light. I try opening my eyes but they are forced shut by the permeating beams. Placing my fate into the hands of who knows what, I step across the threshold of the door, whole heartedly expecting that once I put my foot down I will plunge to my death. I pause for a second, before placing my foot down and finding solid ground. I lift my second foot and cautiously place it beside my first, the light still forcing my eyes shut. I take one more set of steps, first my right then my left, and then the blinding light dissipates. My eyes open wide admiring the room I have stepped into.
“Holy Shit” I exclaim to myself. I look on as the room I have stepped into is like none I have ever seen before. Staircase upon staircase upon staircase, all leading up to plain wooden doors. No precious gems in the frame, no carvings on the lintel and bronze handles not gold. What is this place, I ask inside my head, not making a sound. I take a closer look at my surroundings, in awe at the complexity of the room. Some staircases crossing through others, some with gaps the size of two men in between each step, “This is incredible.” My voice reverberating throughout the chamber. As soon as I finish I hear a fluttering from deep within the chamber. I strain my eyes, peering into the deep part of the chasm. The fluttering grows louder as it draws closer, the Doppler effect I think to myself, a useless piece of knowledge that I somehow am able to remember. As I look towards the source of the loud fluttering I see a large creature that looks like an eagle but it can’t be one, it’s too large and too big, it’s talons looking like machetes hanging from it’s feet. “What is that?” “A gryphon“, I instantly think to myself, saying it again aloud. “A being of magical propensity, thought to be mythological.” That can’t be right I think, I don’t even know what a gryphon was, let alone being able to aptly use the word propensity in a sentence. As the gryphon reaches closer the noise becomes deafening, every time his wings beat in my direction I am knocked back by hurricane force winds until finally it flies over top of me and back into the distance. I follow it with my eyes, looking up high as it swooped high into their air, into what I assumed would be the ceiling. I am shocked however by not finding anything solid but instead a layer of dense fog. As the gryphon breaks the barrier separating me from what ever the fog protects I see a sheet of paper fluttering down from where moments ago the Gryphon had flown. Floating back and forth I watch the sheet of paper, its random appearance and it’s look of being out of place captivates me until the floor stops it’s fall. I stoop over, picking up the sheet of paper. At first glance it is blank so I turn it over and once more at the top of the page I see the burning pentagram, and below it are other symbols, bunched together almost as if like letters.
“What are these?” I mumble with confusion. No sooner then the words have left my mouth then all of a sudden I know exactly what they are. “Runes” I say with surprising certainty. I lift my head from the paper, unable to comprehend how I had came up with the answer that quickly. Runes was only a word I had read in the Harry Potter books, I had never seen a picture like I may have with a gryphon in my forgotten days of youth, having children’s tales read to me before bed. I look out into the depths of the room and then up at the fog. Once again I am confused by this room, what exactly it is, what purpose it serves, how I came here. Every answer I seem to get to a useless question only presents more answers. Eyeing the nearest staircase I proceed towards it, my thinking being that the last door I went through posed me no harm, what could happen if I went through another. When I reach the steps however my courage abandons me, as I try and pry my foot of the ground it stubbornly refuses to budge. Giving up I turn around, my foot deciding now to co-operate and take a seat on the staircase. I look around once more, questions flooding my mind, some so obscure I can’t possibly have been thinking of them. A moment turns into a second, which turns then into a minute. As these minutes tick on I go no where, even more confused that how I started. “So many questions, and so…
That’s it. Eureka!” I shout as loud as I can, “Questions.” The answer hits me as quickly as love once stuck by cupids arrow. “Every time I have asked a question aloud, I have received an answer instantly, am I correct?” Yes. My theory is confirmed as I become confident in the fact that my thesis is correct. “What is the place?” I place extra emphasis on this question as I figure that once I know where I am that everything else should fall into place. I am shocked, nay astounded when the answer doesn’t come. I sit and wait, and wait but no answer comes to mind, the laws of this place leave me more confused than ever, “Even more so than algebra, I really sucked at that.” Yes you did immediately enters my brain, answering the question I had just asked. I raise my hand to my face, before slapping it, my utter stupidity never ceasing to amaze me. I rise to my feet unable to stand this any longer. I march up the staircase taking the stairs two at a time before I reach the landing. I look down at the stairs, taking one last fleeting glance over my shoulder at the door I entered the room through. I take the bronze handle turn it and open the door, surprised by the lack of eye burning white light. I look into the room, making sure that nothing is going to jump out and eat me. Satisfied that this room is safe, I take a step into the room, my foot comfortable on the awkward looking floor. Solid to the touch, and yet it looks bulbously underneath, a Jell-O floor one might suggest. Having held my first foot I grow comfortable with the floor, my fears slowly turning to excitement until my second foot hit’s the floor and I begin to sink into it. I become knee deep until I realize what is happening. Panicking, I began to claw at the floor, trying to crawl my way out, but as I dig in, my hand slips into the goo and I only worse my predicament. Resigning myself to death, I take one last breath of air before I completely slip into the mess. I keep my eyes open, wanting to stare death in it’s ugly face as he approaches. My chest starts to tighten, my heart pounding, my lungs screaming at me to breathe. I refuse to give in, clinging to precious life until I start to go black, my head begins to pound and I am forced to exhale. Resigned to death I tuck my head to my chest, until realizing that it is slowly rising and falling as if I am taking in oxygen. I look around and then realize that I can breathe in this gelatinous muck. As I slip further and further I begin to enjoy myself, a euphoric feeling grips me as I lay back, and look up. To my shock above me however is something I can’t quite comprehend
-- Tuesday May 25th, 2004 [/u][/font] All rise, the honorable Judge Pickens is now Presiding.The scene opens inside of a nearly empty court room. On one side stands a white male, appearing to be about forty two years old in a freshly pressed black suit, with eagle cufflinks. On the right is a man whose attire could not be considered his ‘Sunday best’. Instead of opting for the slick look, the man has decided to wear a New York Yankees Jersey, a silver chain that hangs to his navel, and on his right hand four gold rings. He looks up at Judge Pickens who enters the court room and takes a seat on his bench, before all other parties do so. The man on the right looks up at the judge who looks down at him, before he starts speaking to him. Judge Pickens: Christopher Porter, you have been found guilty of the following; felony possession of a class II illegal Substance, felony possession with the intent to distribute and felony possession of a firearm. We are here today to discuss your sentence to repay the debt you owe to society for your actions. As this is your first recorded criminal offense, we have been lenient in your punishment. That however does not excuse the fact that you have broken the law. With that said I sentence you to four years in prison, seventy five percent of which must be served before you are eligible for parole. You also will have a ten year suspended sentence, which will be commuted once your probation period is over. You will be required upon your release to perform two hundred and fifty hours of community service, as well as check in once a week with a parole officer. Once your four years have been served you are then under probation for one year.[/I] The judge bangs his gavel on the bench as all the parties rise. Chris hangs his head as he is ushered out of the courtroom by the bailiff -- The characters disappear as an amused look comes across my face. My smile disappears as I return quite quickly to the predicament I am stuck in. I look down below me, wondering how much longer until I am able to reach something that resembles solid ground. I strain my eyes focusing as hard as I ever have, trying to gaze deeper and deeper, but as far as I am able to see, nothing, just more of the same I have passed through already. I look back up and this time once again where I have just passed through is another small scene. I lean back once again ready to enjoy the show, wishing for a tub of popcorn.[/color] -- Tuesday July 3rd, 2007[/u][/font] : Come with me, it’s not safe here. We can start a family.Chris: I can’t join you, this is my home and I have some business that I have to finish and then I’ll come find you. Here take this.[/I] The scene opens up in front of a broken down building with a younger Chris Porter and a beautiful blonde girl standing in front, Chris passing her a thick roll of hundred’s. Chris: I couldn’t stand it if they did anything more to you. What I am going to do will make everything better, for everybody. I can’t stand and watch east 27th turn into this, that’s my home, that’s my history, that’s where I came from. I’ll find you as soon as I can. I promise.[/I] : Chris, I want to stay, I want to be with you.[/I] Chris: Paige listen to me, look what they have already done to you, just to get at me, you aren’t safe here. Take the money and run, get as far away from here as possible and don’t look back. I’ll come find you, I promise.[/I] Paige: No! I won’t le..[/I] Chris: LOOK, this isn’t easy for me either. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I can’t if you’re dead. I promise when everything has been taken care of, I’ll come find you, I’ll get a hold of you somehow, but right now, get in the car and leave, don’t look back.[/I] Paige: I…[/I] Chris: I know, but you have to leave, you have to be gone from here before anything else happens. I love you.[/I] Chris leans over and kisses Paige on the cheek as finally she walks away and gets in the car. The ignition starts and the car drives away as Chris looks on, the tail lights fading in the distance. Chris falls to his knees screaming. -- I look down as my heart start’s to swell as I continue to look back on my past, the most heartbreaking sorrowful moments of my life played forward once again, more vivid than any high definition television screen. I look back out at as I continue to float, further and further and further until… END SCENE[/center]
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:46:33 GMT -5
“A New Piece on the Chessboard!” Credit: Danny Mainer, Thunderkiss & ? [If you thought the past week was bad for Thunderkiss, you have totally overlooked his female counterpart, Joytoy. First, she had to endure being kicked out of the arena while her boyfriend was beaten into a pulp by Danny Mainer. Then, she felt completely helpless when she found out that Thunderkiss was sliced from ear to ear by an unknown assailant, that is anything but “unknown” to her. Finally, while grieving over her coma induced boyfriend, she was brutally attacked and raped by his tag team partner, Fallen Souls. Oh yes, this has not been the best of times for Joytoy and if she doesn’t do something about it soon, they may quickly turn into the worst. Not wanting to lie down for life and be its bitch, she has had enough. No more will she sit idly by and do nothing. Weapons in hand, she embarks in a quest to set the wrongs right by finding the man responsible for all of this to begin with - The Psycho Butcher. It doesn’t take long to find him in one of the most fitting places of all - the ACW sub basement - a continued place of Thunderkiss lore.] Joytoy: There you are.Danny Mainer: *Sniff, Sniff* "I thought I smelled wet Asian pussy. It's a scent I'm all too familiar with. Waking up in Japan next to a girl with huge tits that you can sleep on was an awakening experience for me."Joytoy: You won’t be smelling anything when I slice your nose off and shove it straight up your ass. You think you are good with a blade?[Joytoy reaches into her nurse apron and pulls out two larger-than-normal scalpels. She then twirls them around her fingers for a few seconds as if she was a circus performer, finally stopping them blades out and pointed at Mainer’s heart.] Joytoy: I’m better. Danny Mainer: "I'm so glad your cute little ass decided to show up. Say you're pretty chesty for an Asian girl. Guess there is exceptions to every stereotype. Now I have a problem JOY, because of lack of time for proper dental care my teeth are rancid. Why don't you take those toothpicks and teach Daddy Mainer how to floss baby?"[Joytoy wastes no more words. She charges and lashes out with reckless abandon. She quickly backs Mainer up onto his heels but this surge of offense doesn’t last long. Her aggressive nature quickly becomes her downfall as she overshoots Mainer with a blade swipe leaving her mid section open for attack. Mainer sinks into her with his fist like a juicy hamburger and her ribs pierce her lungs. The pain is overwhelming and it freezes her in her tracks. Try as she might, she cannot bring herself to her feet and Mainer begins to “play with his food.”] Danny Mainer: "Short and sweet is how I like it baby. I can go the whole three hour distance but sometimes in, out and boiling up a coffee is the best approach. My mom always said to treat a woman with respect, dignity and to always be nice. Well you're in for a lovely treat which shows respect at the cost of your dignity baby. Let's be appalling!"Unknown Voice: Yes, let’s. [They thought they were alone; they thought wrong. Jashin fully possesses Mainer’s body and then turns his head in the direction of the interloper. It takes a second to ascertain the identity of the woman lounging on his desk, and another second for him to appreciate who she is. In the blink of an eye Joytoy is all but forgotten as he readies himself for a true challenge.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: YOU![/glow] Echo: Yeah, hi. You’ve pissed off a lot of important people. [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: So they’ve sent you to “reel me in,” huh?[/glow] [Sliding off the desk, Echo reaches into her back pocket and produces a folded sheet of paper. She casually undoes it and holds the sheet up in front of her, reading aloud.] Echo: Try not to ruin the moment, please. Jashin, regent of Cocytus, thrall of Grand Marquis Baalzebul, right? [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: That‘s me.[/glow] [She clears her throat, and continues.] Echo: You, the aforementioned, by authority and unanimous decision of the Seven… [Electric Head finds himself caught quite off guard, and his eyes widen in comical shock.] Echo: …have been officially declared a victim to the Scarlet Madness, and are ordered to return to your home plane, with or without the mortal shell you currently inhabit, to undergo judgment and subsequent rendering into the infinite abyss of Gehennas….blah blah, ipso facto…ah, here we go, failure to comply resulting in your swift and permanent termination. [This is grave news for the demon, but to his credit, he quickly overcomes its suddenness, and his look of dismay gives way to a familiar leer.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Well, while I appreciate the eye candy, I do not appreciate how I’ve been underestimated. They could at least have sent something more “meaty.” You’re just an appetizer but I guess every main course needs its warm up.[/glow] Echo: They’re always so confident. We’ll see if you’re still so glib in about two minutes. [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Oh, you can count on that, woman. [/glow] [Electric Head charges and lashes out at Echo with his claw like hands that have replaced Mainer’s more human ones. Echo easily back somersaults out of the way and waves him on for more, a gesture that is NOT received in kind. Jashin snarls in return and his long tongue flails in the air signifying another attack. Leaping upwards, he catches Echo dodging in midair and slams her down, cracking the concrete flooring of the arena as a result. ] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: OOOOH! THAT’S GOING TO LEAVE A MARK! [/glow] Echo: …that’s barely a scratch.[Echo rolls her body to get some separation and then kips up to her feet the instant she obtains it. She is dangerously quick and Electric Head finds this out first hand as he is blasted by a darting kick that almost splits the enamel of his teeth in half. He now has a taste of what he is truly up against and decides it’s time to return the favor. Leaping back, Jashin commands Mainer’s mouth to open and out rains fire and brimstone to the tenth degree. Echo thrusts her arms forward as the torrent of flame washes over her, bathing everything within five feet of her in smoldering hellfire.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Think you can take the heat? [/glow] Echo: God damn, you and your one-liners. [The sheet of flame abruptly parts, and Echo pushes her way out of it, barely singed. Red runes shimmer in the air around her, and her eyes have begun to smolder just a touch.] Echo: Seriously. You’re out of your league. The only reason you haven’t been steamrolled is because I’m trying to avoid burning the fuckin’ building down. I can counter everything you throw at me; all of it, and mo--- [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: Awww, play fair, girlie! So be it, there’s plenty more where that came from, baby! Now come on, give me a kiss! *Hisssssssssssssss*[/glow] [Electric Head prepares for round two, and the second he opens his mouth he‘s met with what passes for a counter-argument in Echo‘s book (specifically, a high-velocity knee in the head). The two hit the floor and roll once, with Echo ending up on Electric Head’s back and firmly in control. Dragging his head back, she clamps her legs around his waist and hilts two fingers in his mouth down to the knuckles, with his head clenched tightly in an arm. Her entire hand begins to glow bright red, and a sizzling sound heralds the appearance of a trail of smoke from his eyes and ears.] Echo: You may notice you’re losing consciousness. Since you’re not going to make this easy, I figure I may as well take you back to Marquis Baalzebul in a soul gem. Now, if I were Alicia, I’d have found some genius way to do this without hurting your host here, but quite frankly, I’m not her, and my methods are a little more realistic. [Slowly but surely, Jashin’s and Mainer’s life begins to drain into her very finger tips and he begins to flail around like a puppet on a string.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: no .. no .. NO! [/glow] Echo: The way I see it, he’s basically aiding and abetting. The world’s a better place without him, mm? Don’t fight it, Jashin; it’ll only hurt worse. [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: You…will…NOT! [/glow] [It’s time to turn up the heat, literally. Bringing up every ounce of necro laced energy within him, he does what he can to ensure that Echo’s hands feel anything but pleasant. He quickly goes supernova and his efforts strike gold. Echo yanks her hand back as if she had touched a hot oven plate and this lull in the action is all the time he needs to shove her off and dive across the room. He dare not risk a premature ending to his long thought out, desperately desired plans and this new element will require much new contemplation. Summoning forth a portal that will take him to safety, he departs, but not before giving his new bounty hunter a final warning that is relevant if she dare follows.] [glow=red,2,300]Electric Head: I don’t know what they told you about me, girlie but know that you want to snuff me out, you’re going to have to take yourself with me. You’re going to have to put in some overtime on this one! Now do both of us a favor and relinquish your efforts before you REALLY piss me off![/glow] [With that, he’s gone. Echo rolls her eyes and hops up, moving to assist the downed Joytoy.] Echo: …Well. Looks like I‘ve got a live one on my hands this time. [FADE] (Final credit goes to Echo.)
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:48:29 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Hola, bambinos! (Credit: Latino/AK)
Sunday February 15th, 2.30pm
Under normal circumstances, Charlotte King doesn’t like hospitals all that much. Like most people, almost all her experiences of them have been negative, whether it’s attending for personal reasons or to cover another in the extremely long list of incidents relating to her area of work. She certainly understands the slightly uneasy look she gets from one or two of the medical staff when they first see her; her appearance usually precedes the arrival of at least one (and often several) badly busted-up individuals in need of attention.
But today is different. Charlotte walks straight past the corridor leading to ER and the general wards, a great swathe of flowers in her arms, and carefully backs through a different set of doors, using her body to hold the door open for a nurse with a trolley. The change in atmosphere is palpable as she walks through into well-lit waiting area; that sense of nervousness is there, but it’s charged by a totally different kind of energy. On one side of the room, a man in his early to mid thirties is standing, looking out of the window and fidgeting a little. Charlotte silently smiles in a kind of “Hang in there” way, and the guy nods back as she continues onward.
She passes a couple of unmarked doors before stopping abruptly in front of a large internal window, and looks inside. Inside are a couple of rows of cribs, plainly fitted out in white cotton. Charlotte’s heart beats a little faster as she spots movement, and scans the labels; Smith, Watson, Powell-
“Laureano”. Charlotte presses her nose to the glass, and then deflates a little; the crib, and the one next to it, is empty. A maternity nurse, checking on her charges, sees Charlotte’s reaction and smiles, pointing down the corridor; Charlotte immediately understands, and hurries along until she finds what she’s looking for. Pausing for breath, she hesitates for a moment before knocking on the door in front of her.
??: It’s open, and I’d know that knock anywhere. Come in...
Charlotte pushes the door open, and is met with a riot of colour; it’s as if someone’s turned over a florist’s shop. But Charlotte’s attention is drawn at once to the person – or, rather, people – occupying the bed in the room.
Alicia Laureano is sitting up, leaning against the headboard; the area around her eyes shows just how tired she still is. But it’s the very best kind of fatigue, and Charlotte is momentarily reminded of the times she’s interviewed her close friend after a big match. She approaches the bed, at pains not to make too much noise or sudden movement, and she and Alicia share a brief embrace, taking great care not to compress the bundle which Alicia has resting in the other arm.
Charlotte: It’s so good to see you... this is going to sound really clichéd, but I swear you’re glowing.
Alicia chuckles.
Alicia: Thanks. That’s solely down to the staff here, if you’d seen me in the early hours of yesterday morning you’d think I’d just crawled out of a lake. I’ve never sweated half so much...
Charlotte: Oh, lovely. So...
Alicia smiles; she knows what Charlotte is absolutely itching to find out.
Alicia: Now then, I always was a stickler for good manners. So, Charlotte... this is Helena. Helena, this is Charlotte.
Charlotte quickly puts her flowers down on a chair, and sits on the edge of the bed. Alicia gently draws back the baby blanket so that the two can get acquainted.
Charlotte: Well hello, little lady...
Helena peers at the new face in front of her, and furrows her brow before yawning. Charlotte simply melts and feels a heady rush of broody hormones through her system.
Charlotte: Aren’t you just the cutest thing ever? Yes you are!... You’ve got your mother’s eyes... but that’s definitely your dad’s nose. Awwww. Can’t win them all, huh?
??: Hey!
Charlotte looks over her shoulder, and beams as she sees the familiar figure of Victor Laureano enter the room. He is cradling a bundle of his own, rocking its occupant slowly back and forth. He talks to it in a soft, sing-soft tone.
Victor: Did you hear that, nino? That’s women for you. Pero, es tambien, ‘cause I’ll teach you how to be a man, a real red-blooded Laureano man. Soon, I'll have you eating arroz y habichuelas con malta and speaking Spanish all day long!
Charlotte moves her flowers out of the way so that Victor can sit down. It occurs to her that she’s rarely seen the fiery Latino like this, a mixture of great pride and also peacefulness. A pair of tiny hands wiggle their way out of the blanket, looking for something interesting to grab on to.
Charlotte: It looks like you’re going to have your work cut out with this one. What’s your name, young man?
Victor looks at Charlotte for a split second, before remembering that his children are not the centre of everyone’s universe as they are currently his.
Victor: Oh, yea... Ricardo. My- our son, Ricardo.
Charlotte moves closer to get a better look. Ricardo hears her, and turns his head toward her, boldly staring at the shape hovering just out of his range of clear vision. He reaches out toward it, and Charlotte instinctively offers him her index finger.
Charlotte: Yes, you’re going to be a handsome one... and aren’t you strong! Just like both your parents.
Ricardo grips her finger tightly, testing his own digits for a few seconds. Alicia smiles, and cranes her neck round so that she can see her husband.
Alicia: Has he been changed, Victor?
Victor: Si, si, and it’s all my own work, too. We make a good team, don’t we?
Ricardo glances at Victor briefly, and then goes back to looking at the room around him. Helena shuffles in her swaddling and starts to complain softly.
Alicia: I know, your brother’s getting all of your dad’s attention, isn’t he? Don’t worry, mummy will be up and about in a day or so, and then we’ll all be going home.
Charlotte: They want to keep you in for another night, then?
Alicia: Yeah. Apparently my blood pressure is still a little high, but it’s coming down steadily now. To be honest, it’s doing both of us good to have the support of the staff here; we’ve got an awful lot to learn, still.
There is a knock at the door, and a nurse enters.
Nurse: Mr and Mrs. Laureano? I have the birth registrations for your children here, if you’d like to take them.
She walks over and hands them to Alicia. Alicia looks at Victor.
Alicia: I didn’t know you’d gone and filled in the forms for this already... still, we’d basically worked out names for all eventualities. Thank you.
The nurse turns and leaves.
Charlotte: Can I see?
Alicia hands her the papers. Charlotte looks them over.
Charlotte: Helena Isabel Laureano... that’s a really pretty name. And Ricardo-
Charlotte stops abruptly. Alicia sees this, and her expression changes.
Alicia: May I have that for a moment, Charlotte?
Under any other circumstances, her tone of voice would immediately put Victor on high alert; but he’s oblivious as Alicia takes the piece of paper back. She looks at it.
Then at Victor.
At the paper again.
Back to Victor.
Alicia: Victor, darling, please tell me this is one of your practical jokes.
Victor looks up, innocently.
Victor: What, mami? What happened?
There is a pause. Alicia looks at Victor hard, trying to ascertain whether he is feigning a lack of knowledge or not.
Alicia: Did you go out yesterday and have a drink or two to celebrate, by any chance?
Victor: Of course. Why wouldn't I do that? It's tradition especially for twins. Man I was so gone I don't think I remember anything last night.... well maybe I got into a fight with the Easter Bunny... at least I thought it was the Easter Bunny.
Alicia: And... did you go to the registrar before the traditional festivities...?
Victor scratches his head. A smile breaks across his face.
Victor: Heh, now that I think about it mami, it was a good time. That chico and I in that office had a long talk. I was just so proud about everything. I did a little shoulder shimmie and slapped my chest a few times. I think I talked his head off, too. I told him all about me, and you, and the kids, and-
Alicia: Parker...
Victor: Yeaaa! How did you know?? Get out of my head chica. But that was the funniest thing of all, ‘cause they’re both hungry all the time, and small, and, an-
Alicia (reading aloud): You officially named our son “Ricardo Thomas PARKER Laureano”.
Victor looks at Alicia, and then chuckles blithely.
Victor: Stop joking Alicia...
Victor pauses in hopes that Alicia will suddenly crack a smile. After a few brief moments, it's clear this is not a joke. He looks down at this son and then back at his wife.
Victor: Seriously, I'm in too good of a mood-
Alicia hands the paper to Charlotte, who passes it to Victor like a hot potato and grabs her coat.
Victor: Dios Mios, eso gato.... I'm going to Frog Splash that animal to hell!
Charlotte: Listen, I’m going to, uh, take off – congratulations again you two, Alicia we’ll talk later in the week once you’re home ok?
Charlotte backs out of the door; Alicia waves.
Alicia: Looking forward to it already, thanks for coming by Charlie... bye...
The last thing Charlotte sees before she closes the door is Victor’s jaw dropping as he is confronted with the evidence.
Charlotte: Jeez... those two kids are in for a unique upbringing, all right...
She heads off the way she came but in the background Victor's voice can be heard uttering out way too many Spanish obscenities for any normal ears. I'm sure it won't be the last time these two new members of the Laureano family hear them...
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:49:59 GMT -5
Segment: Game Over (credit: Freeman) The camera pans out to the ACW arena. What a show it has been so far (I am assuming <_<.) There is a moment of silence, which everybody knows will most likely be broken by the sounds of somebody’s entrance music. They are not mistaken, as “Ugly” by The Exies, begins to play. The fans boo, because out from the curtain comes Jason Freeman. Television Championship on his shoulder, he walks down the ramp without even taking a glimpse at the fans. They have seen him do the same thing every time he comes out for one of his promos. He walks down, focused, to the side of the ring, grabs a chair and a microphone, and slides under the bottom rope. He sets up the chair right in the middle of the ring, before sitting down in it.
He waits a few seconds, as the music gradually dies down. Some members of the crowd boo, and it is towards these sections that Freeman looks. Once again, he gives them a look that quite clearly says “How dare you.” He shakes his head, thinking to himself that he is better than this, and that once again, these fans are being disrespectful. That just isn’t going to fly with him.Freeman: We have gone through this before, and I will go through it again if I must. I have something to say, and I am NOT going to speak over you. I am not raising my voice for you fans, and therefore, again, you shall stop your booing or we shall sit here for even longer. Last time it took a couple minutes, and I feel that both your time and mine was wasted. Let’s do a little better this time. Quiet down now, please. And of course, they boo more, not happy with the condescending tone. Freeman shrugs, and shakes his head, sighing. Whatever. Why try to reason with them, when clearly they were just incapable of being reasoned with. He decides instead to just start his speech, as he is not feeling patient enough now to wait any longer. On the one hand, it will seem like he is giving in, as he had just stated that he did not plan to speak until they stopped, but on the other he just wasn't feeling very patient at the moment. Next time, he would be sure to follow through with his statements. And in any case, who cares about them anyways.Freeman: Fine, have it your way. I don’t have the time right now to deal with you as I should, so take this as a concession from me and feel free to continue to show that you are nothing but unappreciative fools. We both know that you are all JUST like me, and as I’ve said before, there is no use trying to hide it from yourselves. Put me down to try to feel better about yourselves, but I know that you only do it because I have attained success while you are too held up by your own inhibitions to do so. You’re jealous. You’re jealous because I was brave enough to reach down inside myself and discover the truth, and you just can’t take that step, throw away your soul, and do what needs to be done. So be it. And he refuses to mention the fans at any other point during his speech. He will not let them get to him. It is time to address the situations that occurred on Monday night Warfare. So close to defeating Train in a tables match, and yet he was distracted by Jonny Hughes, and that led to his downfall. Surely, in his mind, he would have pulled off a victory had that distraction not occurred. He ignores the fact that he still would have had to actually slam Train through a table. No, Hughes costed him the match, and that is certainly an unforgiveable move.Freeman: So, yes, I did promise to defeat Train in a tables match, and no I did not. Now, I’m sure Zero quite enjoyed watching me crash through that table in the middle of the ring, but I hope he realizes that Train was lucky that Jonny Hughes caused a distraction. That was the only reason. The match was going my way, and even though Train may have thought he had me with a few power moves, it was all still in the palm of my hand. And for those that claim that I only did as well as I did because of the pre-match assault by XS3, I disagree. I think it is a testament to my strategy and quick thinking that I was able to base my whole offense around his hurt arm, and successfully negate his power. I was a few minutes away from ensuring he couldn’t lift me off the ground at all. A few more minutes in that ring with him, and I would have finished the job. But those few minutes didn’t happen, and that’s truly all that matters. A loss is a loss, and Freeman’s first loss of the year, especially after he had been on a relative roll, hits hard. The anger that is clearly burning inside about Hughes, must be pushed to the side. After all, it has become established that the two will continue playing this game until one of them cracks, and both of them have it in them to continue for a very long time. Giving in to his anger, would make him the loser. This is not what Freeman intends to do at all. He is very good at doing what needs to be done, and he will not cave first, he knows that. Instead he changes the subject to another disappointment.Freeman: And because it had to come up eventually, yes I did lose to RDK earlier tonight. And even after all my words about how I’d defeat him, I failed. That was not a good sign. Because I need that title that he holds, and I thought that I’d have that match. Of course…it is true that I participated in a brutal tables match just four days before, and he didn’t wrestle anybody that night, however…I’m not one to make excuses. But this certainly sounds like an excuse to the crowd, and they boo as a result, which makes Freeman turn his head annoyedly. Perhaps it is true that he may have been a bit under 100% after the tables match, but the fans know very well that this was not the magic reason for his loss. RDK was the better man tonight, and quite possibly would be the better man in any future match. This however, is not a thought that Freeman can let come to his head. As much as he attempts honesty to himself, there are some possibilities that he just cannot bring himself to believe. One of those is that RDK is better than him. Freeman has built himself up in his own mind to the point where he believes himself better than anybody on the roster, but is that true? Perhaps he IS good, and perhaps he still does have even more unseen potential to pull it off in a big situation, but he is going to have to learn to call on that to succeed. Freeman turns his head back to the camera, still annoyed about the fans reaction to his blaming of the tables matchFreeman: I’m just stating facts. In any case, you know what? How about this. Ill take this loss to RDK as a wake up call. A little reminder about what I have to do and who I have to be. It’s a little way of letting me know that something more needs to be done and now. I need to be ready for the next time we face each other down the line, because as long as he holds that championship belt, there WILL be a next time. As long as he can call himself International Champion he should know that he is ALWAYS just a short time away from a match against Jason Freeman. That title BELONGS around my waist, and will be there again very soon. Such confidence. Perhaps unwarranted. Freeman DID however put on a good showing in his match against RDK. Not just anybody can defeat RDK however. Freeman certainly has nothing to be ashamed of, however that just isn’t good enough for him. He wanted victory, and he didn’t achieve it. Perhaps this will put a blow in his confidence…but most likely Freeman will rebound from it even stronger, and let this be a motivation.Freeman: Now, everybody in ACW seems to have a purpose. I have one too. But mine isn’t about salvation, I don’t care about purification, I’m not here for the money, I’m not here for the loving adoration of fans. I am here for success. I am here to win that ACW championship, and WHEN I REACH MY RIGHTFUL PLACE AT THE TOP, WHEN I TAKE OUT ANY SUPERSTAR WITHIN MY WAY, AND WHEN I--- CRACK! Jason Freeman crashes to the floor after he is hit hard in the back with a steel chair by “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes. The fans cheer as the man who was bigging himself up just a few moments ago is writhing in agony on the mat at the feet of his rival Jonny Hughes. Hughes pays no attention to the response of the fans, he’s not doing this for them and they know it, he’s doing this for himself, he’s doing this to prove to the world...and perhaps himself...that Jason Freeman is not better than him. He stares down at Freeman with an intense glare of hatred and resentment in his eyes, he watches as his cocky former partner clutches the spot where the hard steel made contact with his back. Hughes tosses aside the chair that Freeman was sat on before driving his own chair down into Freeman’s back once more, he watches as Freeman winces in pain before grabbing a handful of Freeman’s flowing locks, he then bends down so that he is face to face with his rival and slaps him hard in the face before dragging Freeman up to his feet. Hughes pulls Freeman closer to him and starts to trash talk him but is taken off guard when Freeman begins to fight back, firing right hands into the midsection of Hughes who relinquishes his tight grip on Freeman’s hair and drops his steel chair beneath him. Freeman then delivers a swift kick to the midsection and signals for the Shining Axe Kick, he charges off the ropes but is unaware that Hughes is playing possum and has risen to his feet, Hughes makes his trademark spin as Freeman hits the ropes and uses the momentum gained from it to hit the...Roaring Elbow~! Hughes connects directly with Jason Freeman’s jaw with his signature Elbow Strike, the fans gasp as the contact makes a sickening thud. Freeman’s progress is immediately halted and his legs begin to give out, Hughes wastes little time and hooks Freeman in a suplex hold, he then positions himself above the steel chair and hoists Freeman up into the air. He holds his rival up for a few seconds for emphasis as the fans watch with baited breath and then quickly snaps and drives Freeman’s skull towards the steel chair with the...Dream Shatterer~! The fans gasps as Freeman’s head crashes into the hard steel chair, denting it in the process. Hughes quickly rises to his feet and stands above the lifeless Jason Freeman. He looks down at his rival before grabbing the microphone that Jason Freeman was using but a few moments ago, he raises it to his mouth and is about to speak when he spots the other chair that is in the ring, he grabs the chair and sets it up next to Jason Freeman before sitting in it, he then raises the microphone to his lips.Hughes: Freeman...Jason..Freeman...I thought you were a smart guy Jason but that can’t be the case...A smart man wouldn’t have pushed someone like me the way that you did. In fact, a smart man would have given me a wide berth, a smart man would have avoided me altogether, especially when that person knows exactly what I am capable of...A smart man would have seen this coming. You know, I almost let you get away with it Freeman, I was willing to give you a free pass considering that we were partners, but a friend reminded that in this business there’s no such thing as a freebie. In the past I’ve had...a bit of a short fuse so recently I’ve been trying out a new concept...patience.Despite their feelings towards Jonny Hughes the fans at ringside boo the concept of patience, it would appear that in spite of Hughes’ attitude and disdain for the ACW fans they enjoy watching him inflict pain on people, especially when those people are the likes of Jason Freeman.Hughes: For once I agree with these people, they’re right to boo the mention of the word patience. You see, when I was restraining myself...when I was holding back the violence it didn’t feel...natural, it didn’t feel right and the longer I waited the more I wanted to break you Freeman, the more I wanted to do to you what I’ve just done and with every sharp barb of that tongue of yours the anger grew, the hatred swelled up within me and it was only a matter of time before I snapped and did something...drastic. It was only a matter of time before one of us had to get physical so I thought I’d pip you to the post and send you a message...The time for your childish games is over Jason! It’s time to be a man Jason, it’s time for you to face up to the responsibilities of your actions...as the old adage goes, ‘If you mess with the bull...you get the horns’. Well you messed with the biggest bull in the pen and now...you’ll suffer the consequences.Hughes notices Freeman stirring beneath him and leans towards his nemesis, he grabs hold of Freeman’s chin and pulls him up from the mat before leaning in so that they’re eye to eye.Hughes: Now...I want you to realise what you’ve done...I want you to know that if you persist with this little vendetta this will only be the beginning, the pain you’re feeling right now will only be the benchmark for what will come. So I want you to take your time and think over your decision...because your career and your health are what’s at stake.Just as Hughes is about to release his hold of Freeman’s jaw he is hit square in the face by a mouthful of spit from his nemesis, Hughes’ already unpleasant demeanour takes a quick turn and his face scrunches up in an angered snarl. He slowly and deliberately wipes the saliva from his face before delivering a vicious headbutt to Jason Freeman which draws blood from the bridge of Freeman’s nose. Hughes then grabs hold of Freeman’s nose and drags him to his feet, he delivers a stiff knee to the solar plexus before once again grabbing Freeman in the suplex hold the precedes his finishing manoeuvre. He once again lifts Freeman into the air and holds him there but this time he steps over to the chair he was just sitting on and executes his leg hook brainbuster known as the...Dream Shatterer~! This time Hughes drives Freeman’s skull into the set-up chair, the force of the move creates a massive dent in the seat of the chair which has crumbled under the weight of Jason Freeman. Hughes slowly rises to his feet and is favouring his lower back which made an impact with the chair as he executed The Dream Shatterer, the camera focuses on the lifeless body of Jason Freeman who has not stirred since the move. We are shown a slow motion replay that shows the sickening impact that Freeman’s crown makes with the seat of the chair and the awkward angle that his neck adopts with the rest of his body at the point of impact. EMTs and crew members rush the ring to check on the condition of Jason Freeman as Jonny Hughes stands above him, staring down at the damage his sick actions have caused. The camera closes in on Hughes face as a wry smirk spreads across his face as we fade to the next scene.
Fade( Quite obviously Hughes gets credit too.) ============================================= Segment: Nothing to gein (Credit: XS3) XS3 has taken a seat in his locker room, preparing both mentally and physically for the battle that is to come. In a few moments, XS3 and Thunder Train, the third longest reigning ACW Tag Team Champions of all time, will finally settle their differences in a lumberjack match. As far as XS3 is concerned, it isn't about Jay Zero or the world title anymore. It's about revenge. As he briefly pauses to reflect on the past that is now considered dead and gone, XS3 looks up and spots the camera.XS3: Tonight, I go to war, being down 0-2 against Mainer and Zero. I enter a lumberjack match for the first time ever in my career and will go head-to-head with my former tag partner and friend, Thunder Train. Now about a couple of days ago, I had announced that I was going to raise the stakes for this match and spice things up. Notice the emphasis I put on those words? Well… I guess it's time to let you know… By the way, completely unrelated, I talked with Leon Chase early on and he said he wasn't going to be in attendance tonight but he still wanted me to take care of Train. Leon also says he has no idea why people are spreading rumors about him being in the lumberjack match tonight. Weird. Anyway, as far as tonight goes, here's the REAL stipulation. If I am to lose to Train tonight… I will quit ACW for good.Some fans are heard booing but XS3 shrugs it off.XS3: Now you're asking yourselves… Why risk everything, a whole career if you will, and put it on the line against a 6'8", 360 lbs eating machine? The way I see it; we both have nothing to lose. Train has the chance to end a career that everyone believes is based on failures and false hopes. Train has the chance to put Old Yeller out of his misery for good and send him home to live with his family for the rest of his life. As for me, I can knock that fat sack of shit down a peg or two. For all the crimes he's committed when Exemplar possessed him and for all the selling out he's done, I can finally have him to myself. No one but the lumberjacks, who will all watch as I destroy what shred of pride you had left… Oh wait, knowing you, you probably traded yours for a cheeseburger on the dollar menu.XS3 then takes his stand and points directly at the camera and at Train.XS3: Train, the second you enter that ring, I'm going to make sure you've paid for your sins. I'm taking you to hell with me… But I'll be the one coming back. Now tell me, Train, is that unforgivable?With a flash of the smirk, XS3 is off to go to war with Thunder Train.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:50:38 GMT -5
Match: Lumberjack Match XS3 vs. Thunder Train (Credit: XS3)
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a lumberjack match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the lumberjacks!
Sure enough, the curtain rustles and Dave Shadow leads the way to a nice pop. Rattlesnake appears next to a rousing ovation. Josh Robertson appears next to some boos. When Danny Mainer shows up, he gets the most heat out of anyone. Chris Phenomenal follows suit and glares at Mainer before taking his place at ringside. The Candyman suddenly appears from the back and rides his unicycle down. Mikaru Daiety, who had asked to "do something cool", randomly descends to the ring on a zipline. Woo. Making an appearance is the newly contracted Fallout wrestler Punished Fox. He throws the horns as he goes down the ramp. Finally, to round out the cast, Andrew Starr makes a surprising return and he raises his arm to a good pop. Once all the lumberjacks are positioned around ringside, they take their place.
Phillip: Introducing first, from The End of the Tracks, weighing 360 lbs, Thunder Train!
"Gourmet Race [Metal Version]" hits and the crowd begins booing as Train appears from the back with Jay Zero at his side. Zero looks on with a small smile on his face because of the stipulation XS3 made tonight. Train parts the lumberjacks like Moses and goes up the steps and into the ring.
Phillip: And his opponent, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing 268 lbs, XS3!
This is what leads us into Lamb of God's "Contractor" and the crowd begins to cheer as XS3 appears from the back. He looks on at the lumberjacks and nods before charging down the ramp. Starr and Shadow step aside as XS3 lunges under the bottom rope and into the ring.
Bell rings.
XS3 gets to his feet and goes after Train's legs, hitting a double leg takedown and beginning to club away at Train with fists. Train, being the bigger man, tosses XS3 off of him and gets back up. Train charges at XS3, who quickly delivers a spinning side kick. At first, it appears that XS3 won't hit Train in the midsection but as it turns out, the move strikes Train in the arm he injured on Thursday. Train cries out and holds his arm in pain as XS3 backs up and uses all his momentum to clothesline Train, sending him slowly stumbling over the ropes and to the outside. Candyman laughs evilly as he pulls a pie out of his bag. Train pushes Candyman aside and eats the pie before re-entering the ring with a foul look on his face. XS3 beckons him to come forth and Train obliges, going after XS3 once more.
XS3 ducks a clothesline and grabs a hold of Train's injured arm, wrenching it. The big guy cries out and his pain is even more excruciating when XS3 rams his shoulder into the socket. Train shoves the man he has a 96-pound advantage over and then hits a shoulder block on his former partner. Train looks to go outside the ring for some rest but Shadow, Robertson and Starr all gather around, preventing Train from leaving. Train curses under his breath before turning around and being hit with a flying forearm smash that sends him into the corner. XS3 then charges and hits a quick shoulder thrust before whipping Train off the ropes. Train reverses the whip and prepares for a back body drop. XS3 spots this in time and hits a double arm DDT for a two count.
XS3 then goes down and applies an overhead keylock to the injured arm as Zero screams at Train to get the advantage once more. Train hears his boss calling out to him and he begins to stand to his feet. With amazing strength, he lifts XS3 up with one arm and hip tosses him to the canvas. XS3 goes near the ropes to help himself up and Train goes towards him. XS3 then grabs the top rope and drops it, sending Train to the outside. XS3 then gets back and sees Shadow, Fox and Starr holding Train out. Train shoves them all off but it is too late and XS3 leaps over the ropes to hit the Phoenix Pounce on Train to a big pop. XS3, with the help of Mikaru and Snake, picks Train up and tosses him back into the ring. XS3 follows suit and pins Train for a two count.
XS3 then picks up Train but is caught offguard with a haymaker to the midsection. XS3 fights back and goes for a clothesline but is caught with a brutal lariat that nearly sends XS3 flipping over onto his neck. The lumberjacks cringe and Train finally snaps, stomping on XS3 and kicking him hard in the ribs. Train throws some punches and picks XS3 up by the hair. He whips him off the ropes but misses a clothesline. XS3 comes back and Train catches him with a brutal double axe handle, possibly breaking XS3's nose in the process. XS3 stumbles to get to his feet and Train takes him down hard with the Fury Kick, sending XS3 back a few feet. Train pins his former friend for a two count. Train then grabs XS3 and throws him into the corner, hitting some rapid chops. Train finishes the combo with a knee lift to the midsection then tosses him to the center of the ring. XS3 goes to fight back but Train levels him with a heart kick that sends him into the corner. Train hits a sprinting corner splash then a double arm suplex for a two count.
As the camera gets a shot of Mainer smiling at XS3's destruction, Train begins to cinch in a dragon sleeper. XS3 wants to fight back but it's hard to when Train is hitting some chest chops with his good arm. The face lumberjacks get the crowd going by pounding the apron while Zero tells Train to stay on XS3. Train sees XS3 beginning to make his comeback and he begins to rise to his feet. XS3 then spins around and attempts a northern lights suplex but Train won't go with XS3 and he instead spins him into a high angle stalling back suplex for a two count. Train then applies the Caramel Clutch and strikes XS3 for good measure. XS3 looks on at his dire situation and after a while, he slips out behind Train. XS3 then slowly gets to his feet but Train manages to clothesline him over the ropes.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:51:44 GMT -5
XS3 crashes down near Zero and Mainer, who begin to laugh and taunt XS3. All this does is piss off the Canadian, who shoves Zero aside then headbutts Mainer in the chest. XS3 rolls back into the ring but quickly rolls out of it again when he sees Train attempting an elbow drop. Mainer sees XS3 and throws some kicks at his chest but is quickly stopped when Rattlesnake goes over to the Psycho Butcher. XS3 is helped back into the ring and Train goes to pick him up. Once XS3 is on his feet, Train bounces off the ropes and goes for the Pumpkin Smasher. XS3 throws himself down to the canvas and then gets back up. He quickly wraps his arms around Train's waist and barely manages to throw him with the Closing Moment. Fox frantically calls out to his half-brother as the ref begins to count both men out. Train makes it to his feet first followed by XS3.
Train throws a punch but XS3 ducks and hits some quick jabs. XS3 ducks under a clothesline and hits a dropkick to the knee of Train. XS3 then goes behind the kneeling Train and hits a sleeper hold slam. Train gets back to his feet and XS3 grabs him and hits a complete shot for a two count. Train is staggering up and XS3 goes up to the top rope. Zero screams at XS3 to fail but alas, there is none at the moment as XS3 flies off and hits the Ralph Klein Special for a two count. XS3 then calls for a Shadow Step and the crowd cheers as XS3 goes to a corner. Mainer grabs at the foot of XS3 and is quickly kicked off. This allows Train some time to recover and he catches a charging XS3 with the Full Steam Ahead. XS3 is then picked up by his hair and brought up for the Om Nom Bomb.
Train looks around and drops XS3 the moment he sees Fox perched on the top rope, though. Fox flies off with a crossbody but gets caught by Train, who brings up Fox and absolutely destroys him with the Crossbody Backbreaker. Fox flops about like a dead fish and Train turns his sights to XS3 once more. Train goes to pick him up by the hair but XS3 hits some quick shots and uses all his strength to push Train into the ropes. Starr leaps up and hits a quick shot to Train's bad arm, causing Train to stumble towards XS3. The crowd then goes bananas as XS3 lifts Train up with a torture rack before barely spinning him into the Burning Cradle. XS3 goes for a pin and Train kicks out before three.
XS3 then goes towards the ropes and Zero takes the opportunity to slap XS3 across the face. Train is getting back up and Zero then grabs his world title and goes to hit XS3 with it. Just then, Phenomenal, Shadow, Starr, Robertson, Snake and Mikaru gather up in front of XS3 and block Zero from doing the deed. Zero curses as Train gets back to his feet and XS3 does so as well. Train sprints towards the corner once again for a clothesline. XS3 drops down and hits a drop toe hold, sending Train crashing into the top turnbuckle. XS3 is already bouncing off the ropes, though, and he quickly charges and hits Train with a Shadow Step. Once XS3 backs up, Train is seen getting to his feet already. XS3 then charges and hits another Shadow Step. Once again, Train is already getting back to his feet, proving how tough he really is.
XS3 then charges once more but Train catches him by the throat and goes for the Golden Spike DDT. XS3 lands on his feet and arm wrenches Train by the bad arm. Train is then faked out with an Irish whip as XS3 grabs a hold of the arm and hits one final Shadow Step, landing on Train for the 1-2-3.
Bell rings.
Phillip: Here is your winner, XS3!
XS3 gets off of Train's body and the ref raises up his arm. XS3 feels the victory and revenge flowing through him, however, Zero slides into the ring and hits him in the back of the head, sending him down. Train stumbles up to his feet and goes to help Zero. However, the ACW superstars all jump into the ring to stop it from happening. But before they can all even get into the ring, a huge wave of security comes at them. Now I know what you are saying, security guards can't do shit to wrestlers, but when you have A THOUSAND TIMES THE SECURITY GUARDS...OK maybe not that many, but a lot, and they have weapons and stuff, it's pretty even. The security rushes the superstars and drive them from the ring.
This leaves Zero and Train to do what they want. XS3 however, isn't going to let them take advantage of him and do what they want! (Kinky) He stands up and begins to fight back. He socks Zero, causing him to stumble back, and begins to give Train body shots. Zero chops the back of XS3's knee and the two can do what they want once more. Suddenly "Macho Man" plays over the arena and out runs RDK. The security is too busy with the other wrestlers to notice, allowing RDK to slip into the ring. RDK clotheslines Zero and then gives Train a big Spinebuster. The crowd erupts as XS3 is now to his feet alongside RDK. Train and Zero lean up against the ropes and XS3 charges at them. He clotheslines them both over the top rope, much to the delight of the crowd.
Zero and Train retreat bringing the security force with them so they don't get attacked. Now, pretty much the whole ramp is filled with SWAT team looking guys, nobody is getting through. The two move back onto the stage. Train grabs a microphone and talks something over with Zero. Zero nods then Train moves the microphone to his mouth.
Train: You think you are pretty smart eh RDK? Coming out and interrupting our beatdown? Well I got news for you buddy, this is just the beginning of the worst for you. Fuck waiting until Bloody Valentine. This THURSDAY it's going to be you defending your International Title against me, the one and only Thunder Train!
The crowd stands up and cheers at the announcement. Zero and Train now retreat to the backstage area. RDK looks at XS3 and smirks. He then leaves the ring to let XS3 have his moment, which he does. He stands up on the second rope and raises his arm and yells as we fade out.
Fade out.
(OOC: Post-match credit goes to Train)
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:52:23 GMT -5
Segment: Dr. Maron or: How I Learned How to be Forced into Therapy (Credit: FSX)
True suffering is something that can't easily be shrugged off at will, and it's unfortunate that is the case. For it is something that never dulls, and something that's consistency has the ability to drive the most respectable, pure of individuals to complete delusion and suffering. Is that the current case of Fallen Souls, however? No, it can't be. He has no idea of his current suffering just as he has no idea of his current location, or his current state. The last he was seen a club was fatefully taken to the back of his head, and soon afterward he notably appeared to lose consciousness. It appeared that Spencer Maron had a use for him, or at the very least an intent for him when this plan was initiated. What was it, however? That discovery is likely to happen now.
Slowly awakening in a room that appeared to be clouted and covered in darkness, Fallen would let out a notable groan as he soon moved a hand to clutch onto his head. Winching and letting out a soft shudder of detest, he would be quick to move another hand to his ribs. Clutching onto them, he had a good bit of trouble shielding his eyes as a spotlight suddenly shined down upon him. All of this was such a trouble...
FSX: Ugh...my head...my ribs...everything hurts so much. What the hell did you do to me..?
Shuddering once as he seemed to recollect a moment of his previous circumstances, he would laugh softly as he continued to push himself up. This suffering was completely unrelated to the kidnapping, he was just naturally in pain. Regardless of that, it was still a rather frustrating situation. Looking around the room for a moment, he would sigh as another spotlight soon shined down from the ceiling, focusing on the man who brought him thee. Spencer was smiling for the moment, clearly quite pleased with himself as he watched Fallen intently. Finally it was his time.
FSX: Wait, nevermind...I was like that to begin with. Regardless, it's not fucking nice to just go ahead and kidnap someone for your own enjoyment! What the hell do you want with me now, Anonymous Jackass?! Seriously, can't you just me get on with my suffering in peace?!
Spencer: You raped a girl, I think that alone justifies what I just did. Your bound to continue these actions in your current state of constant strain and narcotics use, so your staying here until further notice. We'll be purifying your body, and trying to locate the source of all this anger in the process. Oh, and don't worry, you are very welcome.
Shaking his head once as the spiel of this man had already begun, Fallen would slowly push himself up and off of the ground. It was surprising he still had such energy even with all of this pain running through him, though it likely directly related to the fact he was rather confused of such an obscene situation. Soon taking a seat in a chair that appeared provided, he would look over to Maron for a moment, and the battle of minds finally began.
FSX: I'm sorry, I ignored most of that bullshit. I did seem to catch something about your plan to somehow keep me hear until my system is clean and I'm writhing around on the floor in agony though, correct? Yeah, I'd recommend not doing that. If you try to force me to insane like that I'll probably have to kill you. You know, assuming I don't kill myself first or anything.
Spencer: As delightful as that all sounds, I'm afraid that you don't have any choice in the matter Fallen. Your trapped here, and your staying until your healthy once more.
Smirking softly at such a response, Fallen would shake his head slowly as Spencer appeared so very eager to keep Fallen here, almost as if a test subject for a rehabilitation program that has never been attempted before. But despite the fact it may very well work on certain celebrities, Fallen had no intent of falling prey to it himself. He may have been captured, but he just wasn't going to consent to staying like that.
FSX: Honestly, how do you even plan on keeping me here for all of that time? I mean, what's to stop me from just walking out of this room right now and going to rob a pharmacy or something? Because I was giving it some serious consideration before you forced your way into my business...
Spencer: Oh, do you think we're here alone? Just because you can only see me, and I can only see you...no, that doesn't mean we're here alone. I'm not stupid, Fallen. I'm well aware you can't be trusted, so I planned ahead.
As the rest of the lights in this room would suddenly flash on a moment later, it appeared Maron was true to his word. He had planned ahead, and Fallen wasn't so lucky to think that he was still the confused, frightened young man that he appeared as when the two had first met. It was rather impressive, to the point Fallen thought to give a light applaud, looking to the rather large men that Spencer had apparently hired for this special occasion. How nice.
FSX: Ah...that would explain the scent of adrenaline and urine in the room. Alright then, it seems I can't just freely get up and leave. You win that round, apparently. But could you just answer me one little question, Spencer?
Spencer: Certainly, I don't see why not.
FSX: What the fuck is wrong with you?! I've done absolutely nothing to deserve the treatment that you constantly keep forcing on me, and I have no idea why you have such an intent interest in me in the first place! I could of sworn I made it perfectly clear I have no interest in you when I ignored you completely on Thursday, and that hasn't changed with your little kidnapping. So go ahead, just try and give me some sort of explanation for all this shit.
Clearly not as content and relaxed with this entire situation as he had been when he was forcibly tossed into it, Fallen would quickly cause quite the uproar as he stood up. Had this been under different circumstances, he likely would of simply took out his rage upon the man who inexplicably brought him here. However, given the glares of the two large men accompanying him, Fallen would have to be sated by a simple answer to his query.
Spencer: It's actually rather simple. I love you, Fallen. I want to spend my life with you, and I can't do that if your dead and buried six feet under.
Freezing up for a moment as he thought of what was said, Fallen would slowly return to his seat and look to the other man quite bewildered. This wasn't going to end very well for him, especially given the large associates of the apparently love struck Maron. Suffice to say, Karma is a bitch.
FSX: ...What? Seriously?
Spencer: No, was simply curious as to how you'd react. The real reason I'm doing all of this is curiosity. I've watched your career take it's turns, and it seems to always dive into a pit of despair before something truly phenomenal occurs. Noticing your medical reports, and recent demeanor, it's quite evident that your making your way into that pit. I'm just making sure that you don't dive beyond the part of return.
Giving a monetary sigh of relief as he realized he wasn't about to be raped up the ass by several men, he would soon react differently and show a moment a distaste for what was said. He wasn't pleased with others injecting themselves into his life at their own merry amusement, and this was truly no different. Maron had no right to do any of this, and Fallen knew it.
FSX: I think I preferred the story where you were an obsessed fan with the hots for me...But none of that makes much sense to me. The things you've referenced in the past make me believe that your goal is for my retirement, and sitting at home for the rest of my days. Probably contained to bed rest most of the time if I'm not allowed any medication...
Spencer: Well, honestly at a point that was my plan. It's changed now, after I've investigated further into your career, and your previous injuries. You managed to come back from similar suffering in the past and obtain the peak of your career, and I imagine you can do that again. How did you manage before?
Smirking a moment as he lowered his head, he could only sigh as Spencer awaited a reply. How could the man possibly think that things were so simple that an afternoon in a room with him would suddenly lead to perfect health? The man was still quite naive, and it was going to become annoying if he wasn't also understanding of common sense and logic.
FSX: Well, I took a year off for rehabilitation...
Spencer: ...Well, let's just speed up that process to three days, shall we?
FSX: This is going to end worse then the scenario where I end up completely insane and killing everyone...
Laughing softly to himself as he appeared quite pleased with this roundabout turn of events, Spencer would wave for one of the large men to escort the cameraman away from the premises for the time being. Fallen could only shake his head a moment and sigh in disgust. He was trapped, and it was a complete and utter waste of his time. He'd have to suffer for the next few days, and absolutely nothing was likely to change from any of this. So unfortunate a situation was a common one to Fallen...so he'd have to deal with it. Until Meltdown, he would be a prisoner. There would be no Freedom. This would suck.
Fade out.
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Post by rosslambert on Feb 16, 2009 18:53:08 GMT -5
“Heaven’s on Fire” Credit: Thunderkiss [Midpoint hospital. The present. Thunderkiss has received many well wishers in his hospital room, but none quite like this. Her wings expanded, she casts a large, protective shadow over him. Hurt and tortured beyond belief over the past two weeks, he has finally been granted the Lord’s mercy.] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Aiden Bryce Joseph...[/glow] [She places his hand upon his heart. Her touch is warm; his consciousness breathes again.] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: AWAKEN! [/glow] [Slowly his eye lids part and his eyes drink in light for the first time in almost two weeks. Unfamiliar walls surround him at all sides and his heart races out of his chest from the fear of the unknown. Like a lost child he screams out... ] Thunderkiss: Agh! Where... Where am I?[ ..hoping someone will answer. He finds no solace in the silence. Suddenly, his mind flashes back to the very moment it last remembers. Through the fog and smoke of his memories comes the face responsible for his current predicament.] Thunderkiss: MAINER![He shoots his body upwards out of the hospital bed only to find it pushed back down. A sudden calmness washes over his body, replacing every ounce of rage that came before it. The source of the phenomenon has caught his eye and stifles both his conscious and frustrations completely, just as it did long ago.] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Be at ease. Thou are in a place of safety, far away from Danny Mainer.[/glow] Thunderkiss: ... it’s you. *shaking head* Look, you gotta explain what’s going on, man! You gotta explain! [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Thou have just returned from purgatory. Thou were sent there due to wounds thou suffered by the hands of Danny Mainer, who is currently possessed by the demon, Jashin. [/glow] Thunderkiss: I - I remember it now. All of it. Look, angel, I don’t know why you are here or if I’m dreaming, hallucinating ... WHATEVER! I don’t want to be far from Mainer, I want to tear him from LIMB TO LIMB! Release me from your grip! [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: In a moment. In the mean time, you’ll be pleased to hear what I must tell you. By the order of the High Council of Saints, I came come to bestow upon thou the touch of the archangels once again. [/glow] Thunderkiss: You can’t mean - [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: I do. Jashin is no longer considered a minor annoyance. He threatens the balance of the two realms here on Earth. Thou have been chosen to reinstate that balance by removing the one who has attempted to make your soul his own on more than one occasion. Though, Aiden, do know that this blessing is not permanent, only temporary. When your task is complete, thou shall relinquish them back to the source.[/glow] Thunderkiss: Hey, like they say, to have loved and lost is better than to never have loved at all! Now what are you waiting for, angel?! Come on, baby, lay it on me![glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: I have warned you may times about your sinful tongue, Aiden. Lest I remind you what happened at the Tower of Babble? [/glow] Thunderkiss: Tower of Babble? Was it like Sodom because that place sounded kinky! [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Please don’t make me regret this. [/glow] [Head bowed and both hands out, placed upon his shoulders, she delivers the touch of the archangels. Just like their first encounter, he drinks up the power as if every cell in his body was dying of dehydration. His skin begins to sizzle; his muscles begin to expand. Outside, the wind whips up and begins to pierce the inhabitants of the island and the lightning falling from the sky forces them to scatter. As quickly as the disturbance erupted it subsides, and back in the hospital room the transformation is complete.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Ohhhhh, how I-MISSED-THIS! Now *clenches fist* it’s time to eradicate some FILTH! And let’s not forget about Jashin, too! Hahaha![/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Aiden, do not underestimate Jashin. He is far more powerful than the last time I faced him. With every passing hour his might grows as he feeds off the fear of the innocents. Do what thou must to exterminate him, though you have been asked to not harm his vessel, Danny Mainer. While his soul is not innocent of the atrocities he is committing, he still is being driving by a mind not his own.[/glow] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Yeah, well, I will see what I can do there. No promises! [/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: One final warning, Aiden. The underworld has sent one of their own out to reign in Jashin. While we are sure she is capable of doing so, we feel he has overstepped his bounds and the problem is ours to fix and not theirs. Thou are to keep your distance from her and ignore her forked tongue at all costs. Do not engage her unless she steps between thou and your target. [/glow] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: A girl? Is she hot?[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Aiden, just do as thou art told! [/glow] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Alright, alright! Well now, if I were a hell scum..... where would I be hiding?[/glow] [Mr. 500% removes his body from the hospital bed and walks towards the open window. Placing his hand outside of it like a radar tower, he beckons his new senses to answer his question.] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Hmmmmm, there.No, wait. Those two are two small and that bigger one is a female. Waitaminute .... Alicia?! *laughing* Well, it looks like the buns finally came out of the oven! Remind me to smoke a Cuban later. Now ... where are you? *gasp* THERE! Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! [/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Have fun.[/glow] [glow=00BFFF,2,300]Mr. 500%: Oh, you know I will.[/glow] [Aiden leaps out of the hospital window. Several stories he falls, only to land squarely on his feet. The forces of gravity do not phase him in this form; they only tickle. Massive, powerful, maxed out stamina - he is almost damn near indestructible. It is a good thing for him that he is, for what lies ahead will certainly test his durability like never before. Into the right he runs, his quest for atonement motivating every step.] [FADE] [END SHOW]
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Post by xs3 on Feb 16, 2009 18:55:35 GMT -5
Outstanding show! Feb. 15 will now be known as Birthening Day. Lee Homicide is a badass! And welcome back Mr. 500%! Also, ECHOOOOOOO!
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Post by Thunderkiss on Feb 16, 2009 18:57:46 GMT -5
Yup, I think that solidifies it now. Welcome to the new boom period,
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Post by Scott Andrews on Feb 16, 2009 19:05:00 GMT -5
Amazing show:
- Child birth - Angels and Demons - FSX going crazy - AK and Latino! - 500%! - All feuds are go!
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Post by lee on Feb 16, 2009 19:16:41 GMT -5
Ah, great to see this place hasn't lost a single step since I left. It stokes me even more to know that I'm returning to a place still very much in its prime.
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