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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:53:20 GMT -5
“ACID TEARS” Credit: Thunderkiss [The sight of watching her father share the same fate as she dealt Rena has brought her to the verge of a nervous breakdown. Alone she sits inside her husbands dressing room waiting for him to return. At times like these she needs a shoulder to lean on, and since she is down one shoulder, his will have to do. And for Thunderkiss, that’s just fine with him. Just like the rest of the world, he witnessed the chaos that engulfed her like a cyclone inside the Chairman’s office. She may be annoying, maybe even a bit overbearing, but she is still his. And if you have not been paying attention for the past three years, then you’d know that TK does not take kindly to his property being messed with. The instant he walks through the door, his “property” mauls with a big hug, not leaving from his protective shield for a millisecond. After brushing her hair comfortably, TK opens up with a little bit of humor.] Thunderkiss: Well, I told you not to go over to Rena’s house.Anna Sommers-Joseph: Shut up. [Anna finds no humor in TK’s words. None at all. With tears in her eyes she looks up upon him, hoping that he will somehow relieve her of her worries. Her current predicament twists his heart and forces him to grant mercy and spare her of any more verbal torture. On the outside she may seem stone cold, but all it takes is one glance to remind him that on the inside she is as fragile as they come.] Thunderkiss: Don’t worry, we’ll take care of this.Anna Sommers-Joseph: How? I don’t show up, that bitch is going to take us for everything we’re worth. Daddy may love his daughter, but he loves his money even more. Thunderkiss: Oh, you’ll show up alright.Anna Sommers-Joseph: But Aiden! Thunderkiss: Shhhhh. You’ll show up, BUT, not the “you” Rena expects.Anna Sommers-Joseph: What do you mean? Thunderkiss: It’s time for you to let it loose, baby. Anna Sommers-Joseph: Let what “loose?” Aiden, is it possible that you could stop thinking with your dick for more than two seconds? Thunderkiss: Listen! When you smashed that glass vase over Rena’s head, it felt good, didn’t it?[His question takes her by surprise. Just recently she had recalled the sense of satisfaction she experienced after introducing Rena’s head to five pounds of unforgiving glass. Immediately she felt guilty and strayed from giving it anymore thought. Yet, here we are, all has returned to the surface at TK’s bidding. Her answer scares her more than the question, but honesty is the best policy, you know.] Anna Sommers-Joseph: .... Yes. Thunderkiss: And immediately after words, you felt regret, almost a little afraid of yourself, right?[Again she hesitates, but pours the truth from her lips.] Anna Sommers-Joseph: Yes. Thunderkiss: Don’t be. Stop being afraid. Embrace those feelings, they will serve you well. Listen to them, but more importantly, act on them. They are simply reminders of your birthright. You are head and above the rest of this world. You people such as Rena are absolutely NOTHING, and you most certainly don’t have to lower yourself for their acceptance. People such as us, we are the exceptional living amongst the mundane. How dare that whore even open her mouth in front of you, unless it is to praise you. Train the dog to be obedient, Anna. Don’t back up, back down. Become the woman inside that I fell in love with. Do you understand?Anna Sommers-Joseph: I think so. Thunderkiss: Good. And if something goes amiss, do not worry. Do know I’ll be right there for you, baby.Anna Sommers-Joseph: I love you. Thunderkiss: I love you, too.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:54:12 GMT -5
Match 3: Dave Shadow vs. XS3
This mid-show match has the fans’ attention from the start; following XS3’s outburst, the crowd is expecting a fiery performance and they aren’t disappointed as XS3 goes for Shadow before the bell is even rung. Shadow has to fall back on the defensive immediately, and blocks several heavy blows before XS3 abruptly opens him up with a kick to the gut and a simple but effective DDT. XS3 pins, and gets just short of a 2 count; in reality this is just for psychology as XS3 looks as if he has several points to prove with the Zero Tolerance member. Shadow remains in defence mode, clearly with Saturday on his mind as XS3 continues to vent his frustration; a strong clubbing blow to the side of the head seems to shake Dave back to life a little, and he shows his first true attacking burst, letting fly with a series of alternating kicks and punches before whipping his opponent to the ropes. XS3 rebounds and becomes a speeding target; the two men both go for the clothesline, and end up knocking one another down spectacularly in the centre. Dave keeps his wits about him and tries for a quick and sneaky pin, looking to end this fast, but XS3 kicks out with authority.
The middle part of the match ranges around the ring, and the initiative seems to swap frequently between the two men. As XS3’s initial rage calms just a little, and Dave starts to feel the wrestling groove, the match becomes more considered, with grapples giving way to throws, and even a neat armbar from Dave with a nod to the nostalgia freaks. Not to be outdone, XS3 pushes Dave back into the corner and hammers on him until his knees start to give way; the fans call for something big, and XS3 backs up, preparing for the Shadow Step. But Dave recovers, and tries to fake XS3 into spearing the post; XS3 spots the deception in time and is able to pull to a halt. But Dave executes his plan B, using the nearby ropes to leap into one of his famed hurricanranas; XS3 is brought down and Dave pins again, getting a 2.5 count. XS3 is not amused, and as the pair of them get up, he lunges forward and catches hold of Dave, executing his Burning Cradle (Torture Rack into Swinging Sidewalk Slam) and for a moment it looks like it’s over. 1...2...- no! Despite his previous lack of enthusiasm, Dave won’t allow himself to lose to such a tactic, even if it might in theory be the smarter choice...
XS3 seems determined to make Dave rue every moment spent in the ring, and he continues to hound him, letting fly with the Closing Moment (Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex). As fatigue begins to bite, Dave decides that he needs to act decisively, and he comes back strongly, turning a whip from XS3 into the perfect setup for his rebound Lou Thez press. The ref counts, 1...2...- XS3 kicks out, and in frustration, Dave seems to take his eye off the ball for a moment as he stands up. With relish, XS3 unleashes a mighty punch between the eyes; Dave reels backward, and XS3 moves close, intending to slap on the Hammerlock bearhug and force Dave into a submission. But as he comes in range, Dave gives him the slip and stuns the fans by twisting around, grasping XS3 and pulling him over into a backslide pin! Inverted, XS3 is taken by surprise, and struggles to get away, 1.....2....3-
XS3 breaks out – but Dave’s got the three by the skin of his teeth, and that’s all he needs. The crowd isn’t best pleased, but Dave couldn’t care less; he’s got the win, and finished the match without sustaining any injuries to hamper him. Judging by XS3’s face, however, Dan White could possibly not now be Shadow’s only problem at SIH....
Winner: Dave Shadow
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:55:11 GMT -5
Title: Wakin’ Up. Credit: Chris Phenomenal
The scene opens in a large room backstage. The walls are covered in shelves with medical supplies and the sort, and sitting on a bed in the corner is Chris Phenomenal, still groggy from his match earlier in the night as the doctor checks him out, his stethoscope over his heart and a blood pressure cuff that is slowly expanding off. The dial flashes 100/57 abnormally low but not unusual after someone has been put to sleep. The doctor takes the cuff off and looks at Chris.
Doctor: Well Chris, everything appears to be normal after this type of injury, I would however suggest being taken to the hospital overnight for observation. That said however you should be okay to compete at Spring Into Hell.[/b]
Chris Phenomenal: I’m not going to no hosptial doc. I got some things going on tonight so it isn’t going to happen.
Doctor: As I said Chris, it’s just a suggestion. I’m not going to force you to stay in a hospital overnight. I would however suggest you getting a ride back to your hotel immediately as knowing you, you’ll get involved in Hollywood’s match later tonight and that I won’t allow. You’ll be doing more harm than good and jeopardizing your chances of not only competing at Spring Into Hell, but possibly through to Omega Effect V.
Chris Phenomenal: Ya know doc, the only thing ya said there that has any semblance of truth is the fact that I WILL be getting involved in Hollywood’s match later tonight. It might be after the fact going down to kick Lee Homicides ass, it might be going down there and preventing Lee from winning and starting to knock him from here to kingdom come in order to get Jake Steele out there so I can kick his ass. I’m not leaving this arena, I’m not getting a ride home, I’m taking this shit right to Jake Steele.
Doctor: Chris, I really don’t think that’s wise…
Chris Phenomenal: Was it wise for me to go out earlier and get in the face of Jake Steele, was it wise for me to go and challenge Thunderkiss to a match. I’ve never been about the wise decisions doc, I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I just now when to go out and start swinging, when to go and kick some ass. I know when to go and fight doc and this is one of those times. Jake Steele went and clowned me out there, Lee Homicide thinks he’s going to take my entertainment championship. I know that I have to do something to send a message, I know that in the end, if I don’t go out there tonight I’m not going to be able to look myself in the mirror doc. So as far as I’m concerned, I’m staying here and making an impact…TONIGHT!
Doctor: Chris…
The words of the doctor however drift into open space as Chris has already hopped off the table and headed out the door, the question is not if, but how Chris will make his impact later tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:56:32 GMT -5
Saturday, May 9 2009 ACW Bar 9:45 PM A calm night in the ACW Bar. The usuals are hanging out. The Drinkin brothers are hanging out on one end, a few other random superstars are strung around the room. One face that sticks out is that of Andrew Starr. He hadnt been seen in this room for well over a year, but tonight he has come back... and in full strength. He has his back to the bar, addressing the bar-goers.Andrew Starr: Ok fellas, I have something that will guarantee to screw you up. Anyone here who thinks that they can handle a line of what I give them, I dare you to come on over!Starr looks around invitingly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. No one seems interested, each enjoying their own drinks or already too drunk to walk around. Starr's brow furrows, looking for someone to get to join in his game. Not until he looks down to the other end of the bar does his face light up. After quick scheming, he sidles down the bar towards his victims.Starr: Ben! Afternoon! The Drinkin Bros! I know that neither of you would pass up an opportunity at an alcoholic challenge![/color] Ben Drinkin: Starr, its not worth our time to try any little game that you have concocted. Afternoon Drinkin: Yeah man, nothing you can set in front of us would even phase us. Starr: Oh boys. Boys, boys, boys. I understand if you are afraid to meet my friends.Another mischievious smile blankets Starr's face as he knows two things are happening. One, the brothers are wonder who his friends could be. And, two, they also dont take well to being called scared.Ben: Fine. Afternoon: We aint scared of no shit you put in front of us. Ben & Afternoon: Lets do this! Starr: Ok, stay here, I have to talk to the bartender.Starr turns his back on the brothers, who look across at eachother with cocky grins on their faces. They have yet to be taken down by any combination of drink, and dont plan on it now. Over Starr's back, they hear a gruffy laugh from the bartender.Moe the Bartender: *Off-screen* If this doesnt know them off their arses, I dont know what will! The brothers give eachother a momentary glance at eachother, before returning to look at Starr as he turns around. He is sliding ten doubleshot glasses down the part towards them, divided into two lines of five. Starr looks from the glasses to the brothers.Starr: Let me introduce you to my friends.The camera shifts to the line of shots, moving from one to the other as Starr names off each one.Starr: Jack. Jose. Jack. Jim. And Jack. Thats right fellas, what we have here is something that I guarantee will knock you on your ass. The line-up. First off, my best friend, Jack Daniel. Alway there for me. Double shot of him. Next, my friend from south of the border, Jose Cuervo. Another Double shot, followed by Jack again. And then comes my friend from the South, Jim Beam. And finally, finish off with my friend Jack one more time. Ten shots in total over 5 drinks. Together, I call them... Sweet Dreams.As the end of Starr description comes, the Drinkin Brothers look at each other with a mix of excitement and apprehension in their eyes. They shrug and turn back to the shots. They reach for the first one, pick it up and clink the glasses together.Drinkin Bros: Bottoms up! Starr: Wait a second boys, remember. Take all 5 in succession. No more than 3 seconds from the time you finish one and start another. And count along with each shot going down. Now, do me proud boys!Ben: Ready Afternoon? Afternoon: Ready Ben! Ben, Afternoon: Bottoms up! And with that, they down the first shot. No problem.
ONE [/size][/center] They drop the glass, grabbing the second shot, downing it with a half a grimace. TWO [/size][/center] Slamming down the glass, the third shot is grabbed through watery eyes, and poured down their already burning gullets. Starr watches on with an evil grin on his face. THREE [/size][/center] The brothers grab for their fourth shot, nearly forcing the shots down. FOUR [/size][/center] As the brothers drop their fourth glasses and reach for their fifth, Ben are hit by a revelation. Well, not so much a revelation as Starr's forearm. Knocked out instantly, Ben doesn't even see the Andrew Starr Lariat, nor the floor, coming. Afternoon is in a stupor and has no time to react as Starr deftly locks him the Sweet Dreams lock. Within seconds, Afternoon is also unconscious. Starr lets go of his unconscious victim before moving up to the bar again. He grabs both the remaining shots of Jack Daniels, downing them in rapid succession.[/i] Starr: Five. Sweet Dreams fellas.With that, Starr steps over the two Drinkin brothers before exiting the bar area. No one has even bat an eyelash towards what went down. This is ACW. This shit happens daily. Even if no one else in the bar will remember whats happened, the Drinkin Bros will. Well, they will once they watch the video when they sober up. Will they get their revenge, or dissappear into obscurity again? Who cares. This is about Starr. He's had his entertainment for the night. He's off to his lockerroom to hang out with his stable.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 16:56:53 GMT -5
”Events Unfold” Credit: Danny Mainer/Thunder Train/Yoko Satoshi The crowd react less then happily to the sound of “Ginger’s Theme”, signalling the entrance of The Chairman himself who saunters out of the curtain with an air of importance about him as he carries a clipboard. He wanders down to the ring disregarding any and all interaction with the fans who heckle him and launch items of food at him. Fortunately for the chairman and for his brand new burgundy suit, the collective aim of the audience is abysmal and he doesn’t have to make any effort to dodge a half-eaten bagel or a soda or a… used tampon which all end up a good few feet away from him. He clambers up the stairs slowly, smirking at the fact though he’s not a wrestler he can simply walk out into the ring and say whatever he wants because it’s not the fans ring, it’s not Jake Steele’s ring, it’s not ANY of the wrestlers’ ring. It’s HIS ring. His blood and sweat, his promotion.
There’s an age old adage that says “If you’ve got it, flaunt it” and that’s exactly what Ginger does as he dusts his feet on the ring apron then climbs through the second rope brimming with confidence. Like the French with their surrender policies, the ACW fans are bitterly disappointed when Jones hands over a microphone to El Diablo and respond accordingly jeering even louder then they did before. The Ginger One then takes position centre of the ring and looking out to his people. He knows he’s the dictator and they are his subjects who he won’t hesitate to deal with if they don’t like what they’re getting.Ginger smirks at the audience as they finally hush down for him. He gets straight down to business.Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] “Hush hush ACW fans, this is one of the more important things I need to talk about tonight so I’d politely request that you zip it shut and give me the ability to think. Not that I won’t struggle anyway because of the ghastly odour of this arena, filled to the brim with slimy animals like every last one of you.” Heel heat in abundance! The fans continue to boo him and insult him in their native tongue, but of course Ginger doesn’t care and keeps up his speech.Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] “I have come out tonight because it’s time we find out who the mystery tag partners will be in tonight’s tag team match between Mainer Corleone and Thunder Train. Gentlemen, if you’d both would like to come join me and so we can discuss this so we can get the show on the road? Right, good. Mr. Mainer, Train, out here on the double please.” ”Chicago” by Graeme Norgate hits and Mainer Corleone wanders out with Ugly Jimmy and Enzo Romero following suit. Jimmy and Romero glare at the audience menacingly intimidating random members of the crowd with their machine guns threatening to bust a cap in their asses. Mainer ignores them and heads straight down to the beat of his blasting theme music, he knows full well who his partner is tonight and he couldn’t be more happy about the decision. Who you ask? Wait for it. The three men climb onto the apron, Enzo taking the initiative and sitting on the middle rope for Mainer to climb through but the gentlemanly gesture goes ignored as Mainer just springs over the top rope. He wanders over to Mainer and takes the microphone.Mainer Corleone: ”Sup Ginge? Sup audience?”Cheap pop.Mainer Corleone: ”So, you wanna talk Mystery Tag Partners huh? Well, let’s think about the obvious choices. Obviously, I have my two made men Enzo Romero my accountant and my enforcer Ugly Jimmy at my side. You’ll obviously think Jimmy because when you see a man his size with that strength and power behind his punches you’ve got one hell of a fighter. However, Enzo has speed and he has a nasty right hook stemming from some golden gloves background, they’re both tough sons of bitches. These two men are my trusted capo regime’s. However, I can only pick one. Enzo, you’ve got that punching power which compliments my Muay Thai perfectly, however if tonight were a knife fight I’d most definitely pick youbut it’s not and all things considered Jimmy IS a much better fighter then you..”The crowd jeer as they reach the conclusion that Jimmy will be in Mainer’s corner this evening, considerately hindering Train’s chances of winning as though Jimmy isn’t as big as The Lightning Locomotive, he’s sure as hell strong as him. Mainer smiles wickedly at the camera as Ginger doesn’t look really bothered eitherway.Mainer Corleone: ”However, tonight Jimmy is not your night either. You’re not a wrestler, you’re an interrogator and quite frankly you’re not what I need this evening. In the interest of fairness, I shall be picking neither of you to come to the ring with me. I DO, however have a partner but first I’d like to see what ol’ Thunder Train has to say.”As if on cue, “Gourmet Race”, the remix hits and Train steps out of the curtain with his ever loyal lawyer, Thunder Lawyer who has a briefcase in hand and appears all serious. Train looks good this evening, built like a war machine and has a large grin on his face as it seems he too has a choice tag team partner.Thunder Train: This tag team idea is probably the best thing Gingerdude has thought up in a long time. I am used to fighting solo but tonight, oh tonight is much different! Tonight, I will have a sidekick, someone to fight by my side, someone to help me.Train pauses, stopping to think about what he’s saying then he gets an idea and turns around.Thunder Train: SO! Everything I just said was complete bull. I don’t have a clue who my tag partner is, I haven’t chosen one. I’ve been so busy catching up on cakework lately mmmm cake, because I have to meet a quota to make sure that those delicious hungry third world kids STAY hungry. OM NOM NOM STOP BEING POOR! In light of that though, I’m the kind of guy who loves split decisions and on impulse. So, drawing entirely from random Mainer, TONIGHT. TONIGHT! TONIIIIIIIIIIGHT-AH! MY TAG TEAM PARTNER THAT WILL FACE YOU… IS… YOUUUUUUU!SOULJA BOY UP IN THIS HOE WATCH ME CRANK IT WATCH ME -- The crowd mark out, bursting into uncontrollable laughter at Train’s tag partner. Mainer and Ginger aren’t impressed.Mainer Corleone: ”I’m already on the other team, retard.”Thunder Train: That’s my point! You can’t fight yourself so I win automatically and that means at Spring into Hell you will face me in AN END OF THE TRACKS MATCH!!!! \_O__/Chairman Gingerdude: “Train, as much as it pains me to say that your points are indeed valid, I’m not allowing you to choose Mainer as your partner. It’s physically impossible, and these fans want to see a match.” Mainer Corleone: ”What the Hell is an End of the Tracks match?”Thunder Train; Dunno, just made it up. Sounds awesome though, right? I mean, who knows what could happen!?!?!? ALRIGHTY THEN! You want me to choose a tag partner? I’M BRINGING OUT… CHEF!Mainer Corleone: ”Didn’t you burn his face and torture his children?”Thunder Train: Good point. He might be a basketball and not hold grudges though....ALRIGHTY THEN, HOW ABOUT… CAITLYNN DUFRAISNE?!Mainer’s face goes red with fury just at the mention of the name and a vein pulses out of his neck as he titters precariously over breaking point. Surprisingly enough, Jimmy and Enzo react before he does pointing their guns at Bat Train who is amused by the reaction.Mainer Corleone: ”She’s in hospital, delivering my first child you big dumb fuck!!!”Thunder Train: Six-man tag match?....!The crowd burst into laughter and it takes every last scrap of sanity and self-restraint to stop Mainer flying off the handle and going straight for the throat of Train. His insolence is getting too much for Mainer to take but he manages to hold back his fury as he knows it’ll be valuable within the tag match. Thunder Train starts to make his way down to the ring, holding the microphone up. Mainer and his goons step back a little to allow them space to get in. Train slides under the bottom rope and Lawyer takes the stairs. Upon greeting the opposition, Train stares down Jimmy who slams his right fist into his left palm aggressively.Thunder Train: So, I’m kinda’ screwed. Jake has a match tonight against Chris Phenomenal, Davey Dickinson is in a match and Homicide is in the main event. There’s nobody else to work with.....Mainer Corleone: ”What about Starr-?”Train clears his throat aggressively.Thunder Train: As I was saying, there’s nobody else to work with so I guess I’m gonna’ have to make this a handicap match… or… will I?The crowd pop as a huge, devilish smile spreads across his face like butter on bread. The kind of grin we’re used to seeing from Doomtrain or Thunderkiss when he’s just finished with Anna. That huge, gleeful smirk which actually makes you feel ill to realize that a man who eats as much as he does has WAY better teeth then anyone in the building including Mainer who’s an aficionado of Colgate. That grin of Train’s is followed up by him slowly placing his mammoth hand on Lawyer’s shoulder. Lawyer turns to Train and sees him beaming with delight and he suddenly regrets his career choice. Lawyer shakes his head desperately pleading with Train silently but Thunder will have none of it.Thunder Train: TONIGHT sports-fans, my tag team partner is my Lawyer! THUNDER LAWYER MAKES HIS IN-RING DEBUT TUH-NITE! BAH GAWD KANG!The crowd explode with cheers as Mainer laughs his ass off at the idea of a Lawyer being a wrestler. In preparation for Mainer’s announcement, Enzo and Jimmy shrink away into the shadows leaving just Mainer, Ginger and The Thunder Connection in the ring.Mainer Corleone: ”TONIGHT Train, I’m going to prove my dominance over you and give you a taster of Spring into Hell when myself and my good friend kick your ass all over the ring.”Mainer instinctively puts his right arm out like he’s trying to canoodle with someone as to a HUGE pop from the Fallout Fanatics, Violet Cyrilla slides into the ring looking as hot as ever in denims and with a white tanktop. She gives the death-stare to Lawyer who appears a little dumb-founded at the whole situation. Train laughs it up like a maniac as Mainer expects to have his arm around Violet’s shoulder but she simply pushes it down to get into the face of Train.Violet Cyrilla: “Just in case you don't know who I am, I'm the person that knocked Yoko Satoshi out with one punch. Three separate times. Your storm stops here, tonight, when one of you falls over like a tree. And one more thing...” She pauses and looks at them both deep in the eyes, leaning in close to their faces.Violet Cyrilla: “I hate lawyers.” The crowd pop as Lawyer walks backwards trying to get away from one of the more dominant Fallout Females while Mainer ad Train stare down as the screen goes to commercial break.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:02:15 GMT -5
Into the Arctic [/color][/center] 11th February 2008 2200 hoursLight snow falls around a man who is leaning on a large wall; he pays no mind to it, as he is seemingly deep in thought. He is seemingly dressed for a lab experiment, as a heavy lab coat flutters around him. Beneath it is the telltale bulge of bulletproof armor, although the casual observer would not be able to tell it apart from a heavy sweater. Below the lab coat is a small device holstered to a belt that secures a rather clean pair of dress slacks.
The man raises a cigarette to his mouth and takes a draw, surveying the landscape around him. Situated somewhere north of the Artic Circle, the New Genesis compound sticks out in sharp contrast to the peaceful land around it. The man looks up at the sky, estimating the compound wall is somewhere around 45 feet in height, and composed of sturdy mortar. The man stands upright, takes one last drag on the cigarette, and flicks it aside casually. ??: All right, let’s go. It appears as if the man is talking to himself, as the only response he gets is a howling wind streaming over the low hills around him. A moment longer and another man appears, crawling over one of the low hills which was previously blocking him from sight. This man is dressed for stealth, covered in all black, wearing a facemask equipped with night vision goggles, and brandishing a silenced M16A4. He makes a quick motion with his hand, and three other men dressed identically like the first man crawl over the hill. All four men quickly approach the man dressed in the lab coat.Spec. Ops Soldier: Dr. Winters, orders? Winters: As you know from your rather short briefing, we are here to get Dimitrius. The staff inside the compound is expendable; however do not put Dimitrius in danger under any circumstances. What have you found regarding point of entrance? Spec. Ops Soldier: There is a small aqueduct connecting to a river not far from here. The aqueduct runs directly to a storage building in the east corner of the compound. If we enter through it, there is a good chance we can go unnoticed for the time being. Winters: Very well, we don’t want to start the fireworks early. From my estimates, it appears as if this is mostly a research site, thus security should not pose too much of a threat. Although New Genesis does have a rather secluded military base about 15 miles from here, so reinforcements are likely. Time is of the essence gentleman, we need to extract Dimitrius before Wilhelm destroys him for good. Dr. Winters makes a ‘move out’ gesture, and all five men begin walking parallel to the compound wall.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:02:55 GMT -5
Segment: The Beginning Credit: (??) 20 Years ago.... A minivan is shown driving down a long windy road, the sun setting creating a majestic scene. Inside the car we see a family and a beautiful family at that. An athletic looking man with sunglasses drives down with a smile on his face as he holds hands with a beautiful woman who facing the back tickling a little baby boy who laughs uncontrollably. This family could be used to portray the perfect family. They are a happy, loving, successful, and caring family. Father: Sweetie, this camping trip was a great idea! Nothing but us and woods! And my little boy gets his first experience early!Mother: Well don’t give him too much experience…he is still a baby remember?Father: Yeah but he is tough. He can handle it. They continue the drive down the road. They are completely surrounded by nothing but trees. The mother gets a bottle of baby food out and turns to feed it the little boy. Everything seems so perfect that no one saw what came next.
A truck comes flying around the corner and before the father can move the car at all, the truck slams into the driver’s side sending both cars flying off the road. The minivan spins around and slams on to the ground on the driver’s side, sliding for another couple of feet before coming to rest alongside the woods. The mother groggily moves her head, blood dripping down her face. The baby boy in the back is crying and as she tries to check on him a scream escapes her mouth as she catches a glimpse of her husband, motionless, the top of his head dragged along the road leaving mostly bone. She climbs up out of the door and is able to grab the baby seat with the baby in it. She places it on the ground and holds her head, trying to gather herself.
As she does this the man in the truck opens the door and stumbles out. While getting out…4 beer cans fall out of the car. He stumbles over himself the whole way over to the minivan…obviously intoxicated beyond belief. He walks over and see’s the dead man in the car. As he turns the corner the mother notices his drunken state. She runs over and starts punching his chest…angry that her husband is dead…angry that this drunken man caused it. The man grabs her hands to stop the hitting and pushes her back.Drunken Man : I’m sorry.Mother: SORRY??? SORRY DOESN’T BRING MY HUSBAND BACK. SORRY DOESN’T HEAL THESE WOUNDS! SORRY DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING!Drunken Man: No, I’m sorry for what I have to do now.The mothers look turns to confusion but before she can figure out what that means, the man pulls out a hunting knife and stabs her right in the stomach. Her eye’s open wide in shock as he gently brings her to the ground. Drunken Man: I can’t go back to jail. I wish there was another way…there can’t be any witnesses…He looks up at the babyDrunk Man: …ANY witnesses. He starts heading over towards the baby slowly, tears forming in his eyes.Drunk Man: I’m sorry little boy. I can’t go back. I’m sor…The man stops short in his tracks as a growl is heard. He takes a step back as four wolves come out of the woods and surround the baby. Having only one thing in mind the man takes another step towards the kid but the wolf in front jumps, attaching himself to the man’s forearm. The man swings violently trying to get the wolf off. As this takes place…one of the wolves’ scoops up the baby by his diaper and the three disappear into the woods. The man is able to throw the wolf on his arm off and he takes the knife and drives it into the wolfs’ neck.
He looks around realizing the baby is gone and starts to panic. He looks around frantically before jumping in his truck and driving off. The three wolves’ hiding in the bush come out and surrounds their fallen friend. They let out a few howls in unison before scooping the baby back up and heading deep into the woods. THE HUNT BEGINS 5/18/09 Fade...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:03:27 GMT -5
Segment: The Pablo Crisis, Part 5: Favors (Credit: Lee)
Lee sits on the couch, as he looks towards his side to make sure the man he just beat the living hell out of remains motionless. His face made it clear that it wasn’t something he did for personal gain. Picking up his ringing phone, he shouted at the person on the other side.
Lee: FUCK YOU Pablo, I am NOT killing anyone for you.
Pablo: I am touched. I guess Juu value that man’s life over Courtney’s?
Lee: He was your lawyer seven years ago man. It isn’t his fault you ended up in jail. The person responsible is the person you are speaking to right now!
Pablo: I am fully aware of that, muchas gracias. But Juu see, he was supposed to defend me in court. But no no no no. After seeing all that he saw over the years, he chose to give in to whatever the hell his conscience was telling him, and didn’t even give me a chance for trial. That makes him just as guilty as Juu are, my friend.
Lee: What? For listening to his conscience? For doing the right thing? You didn’t deserve a trial, you fucking pig. You killed enough people and did enough of bullshit to keep yo ass in jail for more than just one life time!
Pablo: Please, stop, Juu are hurting my feelings.
To still hear sarcasm from Pablo only pissed Lee off more.
Lee: He has a family, something you have no knowledge of, obviously. I am not going to take away some kid’s father.
Pablo: I don’t care. All of Juu are responsible of taking away seven long years of my life. If it wasn’t for some of my connections out here, I’d still be in that hellhole. Juu think I care about any one of Juu’s well being? I don’t. I’d kill all of Juu myself right now if I can.
Lee: Why don’t you, then? Why don’t you just leave Courtney and I’ll come to you?
Pablo: Because I like to have some fun watching Juu die, old friend. Soy completamente enroscado. I want to see Juu die...slowly. I am taking back everything Juu took from me. Now, finish that pendejo’s life or Juu will never see Courtney again.
Pablo cut the line, leaving Lee to sit there alone with his own thoughts. There is no way he is killing anyone for Pablo, no way. He walks towards the body of Pablo’s fallen lawyer, and sees that he is regaining consciousness. Lee takes a deep breath before speaking, knowing the risk of what he is about to do.
Lee: Listen. Listen! Your former client, Pablo Del Santo, you remember him, don’t you? The man you declined the opportunity of a trial and had him overruled and sent directly to jail?
The man nods his head slowly, indicating that he is following what Lee is saying.
Lee: Right. OK, he is back out. He ain’t in jail no more. He’s got people I care about and he wanted me to come here and kill you or else he’d hurt them. Are you following me?
He nods again, almost hopelessly this time.
Lee: But I won’t be killing you. Listen, I need you to take some of your things, your family, and just disappear for a while, OK? Can you do that?
The man opens his eyes this time, seemingly surprised that Lee is not killing him.
Lee: Sorry bout having you look like this. I didn’t know he wanted me to kill you. Right, just go. Disappear, make sure he can never find you, understand?
Lee helps him up and hurries him along, knowing that if Pablo found out about this, Courtney’s well being would be in jeopardy. Biting his lips in frustration, Lee picks up his phone and texts the one of the many numbers Pablo used to call him.
“It’s done and disposed of.”
With that he walks out as well, waiting for Pablo’s response, not knowing what is coming next.
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:03:46 GMT -5
Segment: A Call For Retaliation (Credit: Latino/Freeman)
The Istanbul crowd is slightly muted, taking a brief break between matches. Until...
OoooOooOoOoOoOoOoO LAAATINO!
The fans erupt in applause and cheers as Latino emerges from the backstage area. The past few weeks have shown a different side of Latino. The fans have been used to the smiling, joking, and happy version but recently they have rightfully been given a much darker side of the superstar. He walks down the aisle with a swirl of thoughts running around that head of his. As he nears the ring he looks back almost expecting, or is it hoping, to see Freeman coming after him. He then climbs into the ring just as he is given a microphone. The fans slowly quiet down to allow the wrestler to speak his mind.
Latino: ... I haven't been truly active in ACW for a long time. Sure I've shown up from time to time but usually they have been one off matches or events.
So, due to that open knowledge ever since last Thursday everyone and anyone has come up to me asking "why?" Why, Latino, are you agreeing to this match? You've barely been in a match for years now. They say my ring rust is so bad that it's eating away at me....
Latino starts pacing around the ring as his thoughts continue to transform into words. The fans begin to cheer with every passing minute.
Latino: I know what they mean and I understand their caution. I probably shouldn't be even doing this but you have to understand one thing. I never, ever back down from a fight especially one that threatens my family... my life. The man went after my family... and for what? Getting thrown over the top rope?
The fans erupt in a "Freeman Sucks!" chant over and over again. For once Latino sparks a glimmer of a smile but then returns to his former composure.
Latino: So, you will have to forgive me if I don't listen to reason at the moment. See this entire scheme has been escalated too high to back down now. There's no turning back for me... and I'm sure the same goes for Freeman.
Latino walks to the ropes and leans against it.
Latino: I'm coming here with the mindset for retaliation, not revenge or vengeance. I'm not doing this to add another win on my belt or have some great comeback. None of that has been on my mind since I started show my face on ACW television again. I'm here to right what was wrong. I'm not here to say "oh please stop being a jackass".
No, no, no. I'm here to take Freeman and ruin him. Just like he's tried to ruin myself and my family. I'm coming into Spring Into Hell for a fight. And not just any fight... A Street Fight!
The crowd roars at this sudden, shocking announcement. Latino allows a hit of a sour smile to cross his lips.
Latino: Jason Freeman... be prepared for the fight of your life. I won't stop until I know that you have gotten just what you deserve.
The fans let out a cheer once again as they hear what everyone right now wants to hear. They too want retaliation and what was wronged to be right.
Latino: Now, as for tonight? Well, if I just happen to run into Mr. Freeman tonight... well I don't think I'll be responsible for my actions. I don't think I'll be able to keep my blood from boiling and just trying to tear his head off. So, all that I can say is whenever we finally get to meet up face to face in this ring... whether that be tonight or Spring Into Hell... be prepared Freeman to be hu-
Latino is interrupted as a very familiar face is shown on the alphatron. The fans let out a series of boos and jeers as Freeman can only smirk.
Freeman: Actually, Latino I don’t think that’s going to happen tonight, as much as I hate to say it. No, I don’t think you will be trying to tear my head off, because I am not in the arena.
Cue the boos of the fans.
Freeman: Oh, I’m sorry, but I had no reason to be there tonight being that I do not have a match, and I didn’t want to waste my time. I also didn’t want you to get any funny ideas, Latino. We are booked at Spring Into Hell in a street fight, or so I’m told by Ginger’s lackeys, and I fully intend to meet you there - but why jump the gun? I think some of us need to learn to control our tempers. Now Latino, that we have brought up the subject of our match, I think we better discuss it. I’ll ask you this one more time. Are you really sure you want to do this? I’ll give you one more chance, if you’d like. One more chance to walk to Ginger and call this off. Now, personally, I’m hoping you won’t take this chance. I’m hoping you’ll walk into this match...and I think that you will. I think that you will because you’ve always been one to let your heart come before your brain. I'm afraid however, that that will be your downfall. You’ll let your emotions get the better of you, and you will face me. You’ll face me because you want revenge, don’t you Latino? You’ll face me because you want to defend your family, don’t you Latino?
In the ring, Latino is fuming, and the fans are booing, and Freeman just shakes his head and sighs condescendingly.
Freeman: How touching to see a man walk so bravely to the gallows.
Latino: I don't care what you have to say, Freeman. You can talk all you want and try to make me feel like you have the upper hand or some form of control-
Freeman: Oh, I have control. Don’t you worry about that. You know, Latino...imagine you were me. You couldn’t wait to get your revenge on the woman who had cost you your dream. You would do anything to force her to confront you. Not an easy task. I took what I believed to be sufficiently drastic measures, but yet that didn’t work - as you know. Now, in you come, Latino. So consumed by emotion, you put yourself right in a match with me; a street fight, in fact. A no rules situation against a man who will do anything. What would you do, Latino, if you were me? What COULD you do? So please, go right ahead and walk into Spring into Hell this Saturday. I’ll gladly see you then. And in any case, you’ll at least be a good warmup for when I finally get my hands on your wife. Who, by the way, I pray is planning on watching the PPV. I hope, then, that you two shall see how – deadly – serious I really am.
And just like that, he’s gone. The alphatron fades, leaving Freeman’s ominous words hanging over the arena. Latino, however, doesn’t seem worried. He seems determined. He doesn’t care what Freeman says. He’s going to get revenge for what he did.
Latino: Well, come our match we'll see just how tough you really are. We'll see how much actual power that you think you have. I'm going to take you to the limit and watch you crumble as a person not only physically and mentally! You better bring your best game because you're going to need that and the kitchen sink!
Latino then drops the mic as he can't say anymore. There really isn't any more left to say. All there is now is action that's for sure. The only variables left now is when and where.
* End of segment *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:04:43 GMT -5
“SELF-RIGHTEOUS PRICK” Credit: Andrew Starr, Thunderkiss [It’s been a bad month for Thunderkiss. Despite the fact that he, his family and friends are being hounded by a psychopath who’s motives are known only to him, he has lost to rookie Chris Phenomenal and taken a beer bottle to his head. Oh yes, his entire world is full of chaos and turmoil at the moment but rather than just sit back and allow it to consume him, he has ventured out of his locker room to ease some of the pain. His feet carry him to a spot where he can blow off a little steam in exchange for some self-esteem. Just a little preparation is in order and as soon as he confirms that everything is ready, his knuckles meet wood. The barrier gives way to expose a man whom wishes he would have used the peephole.] Thunderkiss: Hello Andrew.Andrew Starr: Oh SHI- [Star takes two steps backwards. TK follows suit, only in the opposite direction. Andrew’s blood pressure begins to skyrocket as TK’s shadow casts itself upon him. There could be only one possible reason for his visit - revenge.] Thunderkiss: Is that any way to greet an old friend? Andrew Starr: Hey, man, about last week -Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Never you mind that. All water under the bridge, brother.[Andrew tilts his head to the side and cocks an eyebrow. Surely his words must be in jest.] Andrew Starr: What?Thunderkiss: Hey, what can I say, I had it coming. I mean, after how I betrayed you boys I wouldn’t expect less from either one of you. I mean, I really was a “self-righteous” prick, wasn’t I?Andrew Starr: You have no idea. After all the time Ive spent over the last year, thinking about how you played myself and the boys for your "bitch bros," I really put... how you do you say it... 500% into that swing to your head.Thunderkiss: Yeah, and I must say, that was quite a wind up. I’m still pulling shards on glass for my forehead, bro! Andrew Starr *laughing*: Yeah man, I really got you good, didn’t I!?Thunderkiss *laughing*: Yup, but you got the beer even better! I got to thinking, it was a shame to let all that Jack Daniels go to waste. So here man, I brought you some more. Consider it a gift for being a “self-righteous” prick for all those years! [All this while TK has had his hand behind his back for reasons deemed conspicuous by Starr. He braces himself for impact as TK moves it into plain view, but much like the rest of their conversation, is bewildered to see that TK does in fact bear a gift for him. The Worldbreaker places the six pack firmly in his hands and pulls out one for himself. Certainly not an action of malice. Slowly but surely, Starr’s defenses begin to wane.] Thunderkiss: I hope you don’t mind if I help myself to one, Starr. It’s been a bit of a long night I think this is what the doctor ordered, if you catch my drift. Andrew Starr: By all means, bottoms up.~!~TING~!~ [Thunderkiss and Starr butt beer bottles and open up the hatch. The warm, bubbly feeling of liquor fills their stomachs, eroding the last of Starr’s guard in the process. Just as TK had hoped.] Andrew Starr: Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Now that’s what I call a tasty beverage.Thunderkiss: Ahhhh. That hit the spot. Oh! By the way ...[Thunderkiss reaches down and takes hold of a guitar that has been propped up against the wall outside his locker room door this entire time. Astute fans recognize it instantly, it’s Starr’s ESP Alexi 600.] Thunderkiss: I think you lost this.~!~BANG~!~ [TK swings at Starr’s head and aims for the upper deck. With a sickening thud the guitar frame shatters upon his head, its remnants flying in every direction. Andrew makes like a falling star and falls to the Earth, his jaw breaking his fall.] Thunderkiss: Well, I think she’s all tuned up now, Starr![TK takes another swig of the Jack Daniels before finding a comfortable spot next to Andrew on the ice cold arena concrete. There, he reaches over and pats his former colleague on the back, leaving him with some parting words that he’ll hear only through the replay.] Thunderkiss: As I said Starr, you had every right to lash back at me for my betrayal. However, I could never forgive you for joining the Road Steelers. NEVER.[And with that, TK takes one final sip of the sweet stuff before dumping the remainder of the bottle’s contents on the floor for his “homies.” Entourage, May 2007 - April 2008. Lest we never forget.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:05:10 GMT -5
Match 4: Danny Mainer and Mystery Partner vs. Thunder Train and Mystery Partner (Credit: Danny Mainer) MATCH: Danny Mainer & Violet Cyrilla VS Thunder Lawyer & Thunder Train Credit: Danny Mainer & Thunder Train MATCH BEGINNING:Train and Mainer started this match off with a typical brawl. Train used his size to throw Mainer into a corner and then elbow him in the mouth before lifting him up and dropping him with a stiff scoop slam. Mainer couldn’t help but groan at the impact and Train would continue hitting those power moves early on until Mainer managed to roll out of it and hit a big dropkick to Train who would be sent rolling into the ropes. Mainer then kicked Train in the gut and DDT’d him but Train would rebound from this with the Full Steam Ahead. and a cover. Cyrilla got tagged in and she had a brawl with Train, punching his head in repeatedly. She then did a bitch move by gouging out the eyes of Train while screaming like a maniac, sat on his back before hitting a Head-First DDT to the mat. MATCH MID-SECTION:Mainer was back in and he had the advantage on Train by hitting a series of double team moves on him with Cyrilla such as double mudhole stamps and double DDT. Mainer then attempted to hit The 702] but Train pulled himself off of the ropes in time and caught Mainer only to drop him with the Mega Wreckage which Mainer took like a champ, rolling around on the ground screaming. Train then follows that up with a fat-ass heart kick or at least tries to but Mainer manages to push Train back into the corner and hit him hard by vaulting over the top rope and kicking Train in the back so he fell to the floor before hitting the Pigheaded Personified. He then gave Train two Tickets to Paradise, the elbows connecting right to the head before hitting the Swinging Cleaver. Train was getting pwnt… but the match was not over… TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SEGMENT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:05:39 GMT -5
”Stipulation/Match Ending” Credit: Danny Mainer/Thunder Train As Mainer stands tall and triumphant over Train after nailing him in the forehead with a Swinging Cleaver, he poses for the crowd briefly before going to Train who’s on all fours trying to regain his senses. Without remorse, Mainer grabs Train’s head and yanks it back with one hand while making a gun gesture with the other pointing up at the sky. He then puts the air-gun to Train’s head and fires it before swinging for the fences with a kick to the head. Train hits the ground and Mainer goes back to his own corner to relax a little as Train tries to will himself to his own corner slowly hauling himself across the mat. Lawyer has no intentions of getting in that ring but in defence of his client he realises he may just have to step into the ring with The Psycho Butcher. His heart beating like a jack-hammer, Mainer notices only too late that Train has made the tag and tentatively, Lawyer is climbing into the ring.
Lawyer’s face goes a ghostly shade of white as he sees the sick smile on the face of Mainer Corleone. Mainer knows now that he’s got this in the bag and so he slowly makes advances towards him. Lawyer glances at Train who’s lying on the apron trying to recover from the savage beating he’s just received. As Mainer gets closer and closer to his highly qualified target pure instinct hits and Lawyer throws a right hook which smashes into Corleone’s jawline. Mainer seems shocked at first, but then angry as it appears that that punch had absolutely no effect on him. Mainer fumes with rage as Lawyer KNOWS he’s done fucked up. Mainer grabs Lawyer and hoists him up onto the shoulders with no effort whatsoever as the crowd roar for an Extended Vacation. Mainer starts to spin around in circles trying to make Lawyer throw up with an Airplane Spin.Edison: ”I think Lawyer might have peed a little from that Airplane Spin!”McNally: ”Beautiful image Eddie.”Mainer continues to spin his lawyer enemy until he himself can take it no more. He stops and lets down Lawyer who does everything in his power to not collapse but he ends up just walking back into a corner and slumping down in a heap. Mainer shakes his head to get rid of the dizziness and walks over to Lawyer. He grabs him by the jacket of his suit and hoists him up to a standing position before letting fire a wicked series of left and right jabs giving Lawyer absolutely NO breathing room whatsoever. Lawyer just hits the deck trying to shield himself from the vicious beating but Mainer just grabs him by his jacket and lifts him up again before delivering a backhand slap to Lawyer leaving a dark red mark on his face for his cowardice.Mainer Corleone: ”YOU FUCKING PUSSY!”Somehow, something, somewhere, it takes over Lawyer and from seemingly nowhere a flurry of knife edge chops are sent sailing to Mainer’s chest connecting with brute force. Mainer hops backwards to the centre of the ring completely taken aback as Lawyer looks pissed off delivering those burning chops! Mainer tries to throw a right hand back at him but Lawyer ducks underneath it and darts behind Mainer. Corleone turns around only to be the victim of another chopping session. Mainer is pushed back to the ropes by this overly aggressive lawyer as he has absolutely no way around this. He’s getting mauled. Corleone then grabs Mainer’s wrist and with all his weight sends him flying to the other side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Mainer runs at fast pace but when he comes back to his absolute surprise he’s sent flying to the floor by a Shoulder Block from Lawyer.Maxwell McNally: ”HOLY BALLS! Lawyer can wrestle?!?!?!”Eddie Edison: ”Oh my Lord! He’s KILLING Mainer out there!”Mainer lying on the floor in face-down position, Lawyer takes his turn to run into the ropes and comes back with a sliding elbow straight to the spine. Sticking to the ground position Lawyer grabs Mainer’s arm and snaps in a tight Fujiwara Armbar yelling like a wild savage as Mainer rocks around in pain. Lawyer however made a crucial mistake as Mainer truly is the master of arms, even if he very rarely uses that strategy anymore. Mainer quickly rolls through and soon both men are on a vertical level but when Mainer tries to punch out The Rampaging Lawyer the shot again misses and this time Thunder Lawyer wraps both arms around the waist of Mainer and hits a HUGE German Suplex. Mainer lands awkwardly on his neck but it appears he isn’t out of the woods as the arms are still locked. Lawyer gets up and adjusts to a Back Suplex dropping him down to the mat hard, before transitioning again and finishing the job off with a Blue Thunder Bomb. When Mainer rolls around clutching his neck in agony, Lawyer seems shocked that he just put away one of the big chiefs of Wrestling.Maxwell McNally: ”Oh my God! He’s insane!”Eddie Edison: ”Maxy, is THIS that serendipity thing you were talking about?”Maxwell McNally: ”Dear God yes.”Train finally up to his feet looks at Lawyer who’s staring at him absolutely bewildered. Like he’s watching a tennis match, Lawyer’s eyes flick between the downed Mainer and the smirking Train who realizes he’s got one hell of a fighter on his team can’t help but smile as Mainer struggles to get up.Thunder Train: FINISH HIM YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH!Dadadaaaa! Lawyer stands over Mainer who’s rolled onto his belly to protect himself. Lawyer with a sinister smile throws his arms out to his sides and makes a cut-throat gesture before squatting down and locking in a beautiful camel clutch. Mainer is completely bewildered as his back is being ripped apart by the surprise of the night Lawyer. It takes every ounce of Mainer’s restraint to not tap out and due to his size disadvantage he finds it even harder to get out of the hold. He rocks around as Lawyer has it locked on tight, but finally Mainer manages to break the clutch due to his strength advantage. Lawyer is thrown off but only temporarily, Mainer dashes to his corner and makes the hot tag to Violet who climbs into the ring. Violet stuffs Lawyer’s mouth with a big right hand Knockout Punch and almost cinematically The Lawyer flies back into Train’s corner with spit flying out of his mouth. Train tags himself in and Lawyer just gets the fuck outta’ there.Eddie Edison: ”AND LAWYER IS OUT! OUT COLD I SAY! Train back into the ring to do battle with Violet!”True to Eddie’s words, Train comes running and Violet tries another KO punch but Train grabs it and launches her back into her corner. Train comes running with a clothesline but Mainer drops out of the way and Violet rolls around it leaping onto Train’s back with a sleeperhold. Train tries to get the purple-haired Vixen off of his back by running backwards into Mainer’s corner but much to his unawareness, Mainer tags himself in. Violet keeps the sleeperhold locked in anyways and Train wanders into the corner as Mainer ascends the turnbuckle. Mainer stands tall and proud above the crowd as they cheer. Violet sees Mainer standing on the turnbuckle and she shifts her wait back trying to bring Train towards the corner. Train teeters closer and closer until Mainer launches off of the top rope and drops him down with a big time Chopblock to Train. Train crashes to the ground and Violet makes her escape as Train is left kneeling.Maxwell McNally: ”What an impact, what can Mainer do now to finish this off?”Mainer wastes little time and attempts The Psychotropics demolishing Train with some wicked knees, but Train twists out of the hold and delivers a swift fore-arm which makes Mainer spin 180. The crowd cheer as Train hoists him up for the OM NOM BOMB!!! A skilful slide down the back is all it takes to turn that into THE PSYCHO HOLIDAY!!! and Train hits the deck like a sack of potatoes. Lawyer can sit and do nothing as Mainer hooks both legs.ONE!
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THREE!Phillip Jones: ”Here are your winners… the team of Violet Cyrilla and DANNY…. MAAIIIINNNEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR!”Mainer appears to not be done though as no sooner has he gotten up from the three count, Enzo Romero appears at ring side sliding a chair underneath the bottom rope while Jimmy comes in from the other side to help with the beatdown. Cyrilla makes her exit now as she sees what’s happening and has absolutely none of it, her job is done. Jimmy and Enzo both grab Train by the arms leaving him wide open for an attack from Mainer. They drag him off the ground as Mainer Corleone delivers a fore-arm to the head to stun him. Mainer then grabs the steel chair and jumps up dropkicking him in the face with it. A bloody gash forms on Train’s head. Enzo leaves the ring, Mainer taking his place watches as Jimmy grabs a table and slides it into the ring. Jimmy sets it up near the corner and both Mainer and Enzo throw him onto it. Train is defenceless as Jimmy and Enzo hold him in place on the table as Mainer climbs the table having put the chair on top of Train’s chest. Lawyer can only sit and watch from the outside as Mainer soars with a HUGE bodysplash sandwiching Train between the chair and the table. Train breaks the table instantly as the crowd boo.Maxwell McNally: ”THUNDER TRAIN JUST GOT PUT THROUGH THE TABLE!”Eddie Edison; ”WOW! What an impact! Train ain’t movin’ after that one! This is a sick beatdown!”Enzo and Jimmy can’t help but smirk as Train is busted open and busted through the table. Mainer signals for a microphone which is thrown to him. He grabs it and raises it to his mouth to send out a big message before leaving.Mainer Corleone: ”ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! That’s it, show’s over! I won the match, Train on Saturday you’re going to put your title and your amulet where your mouth is when I face you in a REVERSE Cage Match! Rules are simple, instead of trying to escape the cage you have to either get a pinfall or submission victory or THROW YOUR OPPONENT out of the cage. To beat the cage, you have to OWN the cage and so you simply have to throw me out and that title and that amulet WILL be mine after Spring into Hell… can you hear me? I don’t know. But be prepared Train, I’m sending your title reign packin’ to the History Books!”Maxwell McNally: ”BY GOD! A reverse cage match!””Closer” hits and Mainer and his Entourage leave the ring as EMT’s rush to Train’s aid. The beatdown is bad and Train has to face quite possibly the toughest defence of his career at Spring into Hell, with starting off in this condition already the question is asked can he even make it to SITH to defend his amulet and title, nevermind actually do it? Find out this Saturday.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:06:22 GMT -5
The scene opens with "Misirlou" by Dick Dale and the Del-Tones. The music continues to play as the scene unfolds. Christina sits on the locker room bench painting her toenails. A loud knock is heard at the door. She sighs and reluctantly gets up to open the door. JJB stands at the door, hoping up and down.JJB: CHRISTINA! Hey, is Rep around? I need to talk to him about getting in on his stable. I was watching TV a few weeks ago and saw that janitor guy. AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE A JANITOR? COME ON! The camera swings over to Christina who seems uninterested in dealing with this buffoonery.Stan Vishis sits on top of a broken down 1970s car in the middle of nowhere road. Pistol Pete attempts to change the tire. He uses a wrench to bust a nut but the hood of the car pops open and smoke piles out.
Stan: Shit, I don't think we're gonna make it to Warfare. This SUCKS! We're gonna miss Warfare and then Rep is gonna be so totally pissed that he's gonna fire us. FUCK MAN, I DON'T KNOW! We need a ride.
Pistol Pete: Should take a while for this here wheel to get tuh fixin. Yerhmm.
Stan: We better wave down a truck and get a ride. Fuck Warfare, we're already late for the Pay-Per-View! We're completely lost! I already missed my first chance at a Pay-Per-View pay day, I'M NOT SCREWING IT UP AGAIN! Let's see if anybody's coming!
Pistol Pete: Good idear.
Stan: Yeah, and if we see a richy rich type guy, I'm gonna have to milk him for his dough, Phenomenal style!
Stan lifts his shirt to reveal a plastic squirt gun on his waist. Stan hops off of the broken down car and leaps in to the middle of the street and begins waving like a mad man.
Cut back to JJB and Christina in the locker room. They're both standing now and JJB has a big smile on his face.
JJB: WOOHOO, I can't thank you enough, cunt! I mean... MY QUEEN!
Christina: You better not tell anybody about this. If I say you can be a member of this group, maybe Rep won't even notice you walking around in the background during his matches. He has been a little absent minded lately. Maybe he'll just think we're back on Brunch in GWF.
JJB: GOOD IDEA! He won't notice a THING! Maybe we should call up Toast and have him come down here and yell at Rep a few times a night and he'll think it's 2008 again. Good idea. HEY! Do I get a T-Shirt or something that says my name on the back with the team name on the front?
Christina: We don't have a team name...
JJB: What? NO TEAM NAME!? How can a team be successful without a stupid and cliched name?
Christina: I don't think we need one... we do our jobs and just leave. I don't think a gimmick will help us...
JJB: Don't be so naive, young Christina. This is 2009. The only way you can get over is if you A, are a bad ass heel. B, if you have a bad ass METAL theme song. And C, if you're in a stable with a cliched name. THIS IS THE FUTURE OF THE BUSINESS, CHRISTINA. I CAN SHOW YOU THE WAY!
Christina: Whatever!
Cut back to Stan and Pete in the middle of the road, now it's dark out and they are still waiting for a car.
Stan: Fuck man, I don't know. We've been out here for hours and nobody has come by yet.
Pistol Pete: There's a car over there. Yessir. In the bushes.
Stan: Holy shit, you're right. Wait a minute... I recognize that car! I recognize that smoke too!
Stan runs over to the bushes and opens the car door... smoke erupts from inside of the car, and out from the smoke filled car... steps a large black man. Black sleeveless shirt and black tape around his biceps.
Stan: IT'S BARON TROTTER! My old tag team partner. Holy shit man, CHEA! Where have you been? What have you been doing for all this time?
Baron Trotter: ...Gettin high.
Stan grabs on Baron's shirt and laughs maniacally as the camera twists and turns in a crazy zoom in on Stan's laughter.
JJB sits on the locker room bench making a long list on a never ending piece of printer paper. Christina isn't seen in the shot as JJB scribbles words on the paper.
JJB: You know what else we need? WALKIE TALKIES! How else are we gonna communicate in the ring? How else will we know when Rep needs us? OH, and you know what else? We need... some MATCHING TIGHTS! ALL of the best tag teams had matching tights. The Road Warriors... Harlem Heat... The Minnesota Wrecking Crew... The Killer Bees! This... is.. a MUST!
Christina: Yup... sounds like a good idea.
JJB: Hmmm... let me ask you something Christina. What do you think about becoming less of a manager... and more of... A WRESTLER~??! I LOVE IT! You could get a gym membership and get all JACKED up! You could lose those lady lumps and become a WRESTLING MACHINE! WE HAVE THE EQUIPMENT! You could be the next Chyna! But with... with a vagina. You know?
Christina: Great idea.
JJB: Hmm... I think we need cell phones too. What about when we're on the road and farther away than ten feet? We need to be in contact at all times!
The sarcasm in Christina's voices becomes more of an annoyed tone. Suddenly, a pink cell phone flies at JJB's head. He ducks just in time and it hits the wall, creating a dent in the thin cheap wall.
JJB: Holy... shit. I LOVE THE INTENSITY! KEEP IT UP, BABY! YOU'RE GONNA BE THE NEXT BREAKOUT STAR!
Cut to the road, Baron Trotter drives WAY past the speed limit as Stan Vishis and Pistol Pete laugh loudly, sitting in the back seat. The smoke from the car spills out the cracked windows and the camera slows down to reveal a "Speed Limit: 15 MPH" sign, as the car speeds off at well over 50 MPH.
The camera cuts to a dark room, the lights flashing on and off. The Reprobate stands at a clear shot of the camera. With black paint over his right eye, the word "left" is written backwards under it on his cheek.
Rep: What you see is what you get. You will rue the day that you decided to lay your hands on the fool. This is no ordinary fool. He is MY fool. The only person that has the right to abuse these fools... is me. At Spring In To Hell, you will either reveal yourself... or you will be exposed. All will come to light... what you see IS what you get, but sometimes what you see is not what you expect.
The camera backs up to reveal that the shot of Rep we just had was in fact a mirror image, from a bathroom mirror. The camera moves to the real Rep with the word "left" written on his face forwards. Rep looks away, the camera backs up to reveal the room as a dirty and disgusting bathroom. Suddenly, he punches the mirror, destroying it in an instant. As the glass breaks, the lights go out, and the song comes to a close.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:07:18 GMT -5
Segment: It's Not Over Yet! (Credit: Train and Mainer) We open backstage with doctors rushing with a stretcher behind them. Thunder Train lays on the stretcher with blood covered all over him and moaning in pain. Thunder Lawyer is behind him but doesn't show much care as the giant is pushed around. Trouble brews however, as the stretcher breaks and falls down, sending Train to the cement floor below. Train groans and holds the back of his head. The weight is too much so the EMTs and doctors sorta just drag him along. They put him in the medical part of the arena and try and lay him down on a bed. Outside the room, Kevin Anderson stands with a microphone ready.Kevin: And now, just moments after being decimated in the ring by Danny Mainer, Thunder Train is now being tended to by doctors and medical personal. Let's see if we can get a closer look. They get closer and it looks like they are about to see Train being stitched up when Thunder Lawyer pops up in front of them.Thunder Lawyer: Hey what the hell are you doing? Train needs his rest right now. Mainer just fucked him up out there. Why in the world are you coming in here trying to get a look at the man?... Kevin: I don't kno-- Thunder Lawyer: WHEN YOU SHOULD BE LOOKING AT ME BABY! WOO WOO WOO! Did you see me out there? I was on fire! I lit up Mainer's candy ass. Thunder Lawyer flexes while Kevin gives him a disgusted expression.Kevin: Are you sure this is the time for that? You should be the one worried about Train. Thunder Lawyer: Train is a tough cookie-- Thunder Train: Mmmm ugh...cookie....Thunder Lawyer: Did you like the part where I chopped up Mainer like I was using a Slap Chop? Or how about when I German Suplexed his ass back to Germany so he could go listen to RAMMSTIEN! YEAH! METAL! WOO WOO WOO! Kevin: .... Thunder Lawyer: That will be fucking match of the year baby! Thunder Lawyer goes all the way! Hey Train, after you retain that belt Saturday, I might be the next one coming after it! YEAH! Kevin: ....... Thunder Lawyer: And did I hear you ask, how did I do it all? Well it's very simple. My extreme training technique where I use my Bowflex home gym and eat a healthy diet. My wife even gives me that little wink every now and again. Before he can continue, all of the sudden, Danny Mainer appears in the medical area. The doctor's try and hold him back but Mainer is determined to get closer to Train. He throws one doctor down and tosses another into the wall. Kevin runs away and Thunder Lawyer tries to attack Danny Mainer but Mainer just throws him through a table full of syringes. Mainer then steps over to Train and gets close to his face.Danny Mainer: HEY ASSFACE! HOW'S IT GOING? LONG TIME NO SEE EH?! It’s been a good ooh… what, TEN MINUTES since I last saw you?!Thunder Train: Leave me alone....dammit...what else do you want from me?Danny Mainer: *BLAH BLAH BLAH WHATEVER INSERT SHIT* Thunder Train: You know Mainer...it's funny...you set up that cage match....but did you not realize...I've never lost a match that has been in a cage? You set up your own...funeral Mainer...All over a shitty amulet...Danny Mainer: America, the gargantuan war machine of the 20th century had never lost a war either until that grasshopper Vietnam kicked your ass. Statistics don’t mean FUCK ALL!Thunder Lawyer gets back up and tries to jump onto Mainer's back. Mainer tosses and turns and eventually throws Thunder Lawyer over his shoulder. He then puts his arms around his neck and looks to be putting him in a sleeper hold.Danny Mainer: You know Train...I know you are messed up in the head right now but I never figured you’d be dumb enough to forget YOU BROUGHT THIS on yourself. I know that you aren't in the right frame of mind but man YOU are the one that left me to die in a tomb with a transsexual half-way through the ops. YOU stole the amulet from me. Your life must suck though, your fat-ass sister has gone missing, your friends don’t even help you when you get your ass beat, your boss trusts you, you’ve got diabeetus…Thunder Train: What does this....have to do with anything?...ugh...Danny Mainer: I guess you could say that Thunder Lawyer here is the only cat you can trust.Thunder Train: Let go of him.....Danny Mainer: Alright. SNAP! Thunder Lawyer's neck just cracks and makes such a sickening noise. Mainer then lets go of him and he falls down onto the floor, not moving. Train, even though he is weak, still tries to get up off the table but he can't.Thunder Train: YOU SON OF A BITCH...I'M GONNA KILL YOU!Train is bound to the table and can't get the things holding his arms down off. Mainer looks at him with an evil smirk then runs over and tips the table over. Train falls back onto the ground and stops shouting. Danny then looks over what he has done with a proud expression on his face and exits the room, leaving panic...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 11, 2009 17:07:41 GMT -5
Segment: The Path To Remembrance Has It's Roadblocks (Credit: Unknown)
On a dreary Sunday afternoon, I had finally arrived in Rome, Italy. Hours upon hours of hauling my tired body onto an airplane and enduring a nosy passenger next to me, a baby screaming his head off behind me and the typical gawkers that I have come to find nowadays. Finally, I had made my way out of the plane and into the noisy, claustrophobia-enducing environment of the airport. I had glanced around and saw the people walk around me. I just shrugged it off and began to remember my priorities. Reaching into my pocket, I had pulled out a note that read "Find Vincent Amott. He will be holding a sign saying 'EX1020'." Wondering what EX1020 meant, I shrugged and continued down the path, not carrying any luggage with me. As I continued to roam around, I found a man with grey hair, a black/grey mustache and a red suit with a black dress shirt and red tie. In his hands was the sign that said 'EX1020'. I approached him and he immediately noticed me, smiling.
"Ah there you are."
"Vincent Amott, I presume?"
I extended my hand towards his and he accepted my handshake, nodding.
"You would be correct. I trust you got here safely?"
"Yes, everything went smoothly, really. I can never truly be away from the looks these people give me but it's all good."
Before I could continue on with my derogatory comments, we both glanced and saw a teenage boy, wearing a shirt that said "ACW" on it and a face decorated with glasses and acne. His high-pitched voice made him sound like he was struggling to hit puberty.
"HOLY SHIT, I KNOW YOU! YOU'RE THE--"
Amott did not take too kindly to the interruptions and he quickly shoved his palm into the kid's face, pushing him aside.
"Hey beat it, kid! He's not who you think he is. It's not him, okay? Just leave him alone. He needs some peace."
The kid looked down at the ground, dejected, before walking off. At that point, I couldn't help but wonder what he was going to say. Was he going to speak of my identity? I turned back to Amott with a small frown on my face.
"Why did you stop him? Maybe he could have been right about who I was!"
"No no, you see, he's just like the rest of the world. They need someone that they can compare someone else with. He's one of those people who thinks they see the truth but, in reality, are forever blinded by their own selfish thoughts and virtues. I know who you are and soon after tonight, you will know who you are."
Before he could say anything further or even allow me time to elaborate his statements, Amott turned on his heels and looked back at me.
"Tonight, you must meet me at the PalaLottomatica arena at 9:00 PM sharp. You must ensure you are not followed. Please come by yourself and you will begin your regiments to discover who you are. Understood?"
"Understood completely. Thank you, sir."
One stern nod later and he was walking off without saying goodbye. As I stood there in my spot, I took in his words about what he felt humanity was like. I've practically had to hear these words as a routine, being told what the world is all about, day in and day out. But for some reason, I couldn't help but start to feel a pang of regret for my views on this world. I looked around and saw a mother holding her baby with pride and joy. I saw a couple kissing each other and telling each other how much they loved each other. I saw a couple of kids dressed like they were from the ghetto hold a door open for an old man. Maybe I was wrong about this world. Maybe I needed a different perspective. In any event, I had to prepare myself for tonight. After all, tonight was the night I found out who I really was.
Fade.
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