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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:00:46 GMT -5
Segment: The Pablo Crisis, Part 6: Fatherly Figure (Credit: Lee)
Lee spent the next couple of months staying with Fernando, Chris and the newest fighter Pablo acquired, Kanye. Still undefeated, the tandem of pitbull fighters put together by Pablo dominates the fighting scene, and money was pouring in like there’s no tomorrow. As a gift for their dedication and loyalty, Pablo awarded all four of them new cars, making their status of being underground celebrities clearer than ever.
Meanwhile, Lee’s father is finally back in town after a lengthy hiatus from seeing his son. Lee of course haven’t been living in his own house for months now, so when his father arrived there only to find it deserted and obviously unoccupied for a long stretch of time, he alerted the authorities. SJPD began to search for Lee, even though Lee never made any real attempt in hiding or anything. He goes to school occasionally according to his mood, so he was eventually found one day when he went to school after few weeks of absence.
Kanye and Lee went to the same school together but Kanye was a grade higher than Lee. The two decided to return to school to see what they’ve been missing only to find the principal waiting for them in their corridor.
Principal: You two, my office. Now.
With a shrug, Lee and Kanye followed him, walking behind him while trying to contain their snickers as they find all this quite hilarious, until two police officers stopped them in their tracks.
Principal: Yes..yes...he is here.
He pointed at Lee, as the two officers grabbed onto Lee’s arms and made to walk away, much to both Lee and Kanye’s bewilderment.
Lee: Yo, what the fuck?
Kanye: Y’all can’t be grabbing people like that!
Principal: Lee’s father has been looking for him for two weeks now, and now that you gentlemen decided to show up for school again, I alerted the officers to bring him to his father.
Lee’s heart sank; he did not expect his father to be looking for him with help of half of the SJPD. As a matter of fact, he did not expect his father to return at all. After not seeing him for such a long time, he almost forgot about him so it was quite an experience to find himself staring at his father again, in an empty class room in the school.
Lee’s father looked tired and weary, his black beard sprinkled with bits of gray due to the stress as well as the fact that he spent the last two weeks looking for his son. He motioned at the two officers to step out, obviously wanting to have some alone time with his son.
Lee: Hello, father.
Lee’s Father: Where have you been, son?
Crisp and to the point, Lee’s father never beat around the bush. His voice was emotionless, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Lee: Around...
Lee’s Father: You know what I meant.
Lee: I was staying at a friend’s house...
Lee’s Father: Oh really? A friend? How come none of the officers can find that friend of yours, then?
Lee: I dunno, guess they not doing their job well enough?
Lee’s Father: Or maybe you are not telling me the truth, son.
Lee: I am.
Lee’s Father: Why haven’t you been attending school regularly? Mr. Gordon told me you’ve been absent for weeks now.
Lee: I guess I just didn’t feel like it.
Lee’s Father: It is not up to you to decide if you feel like it or not, you WILL get your education, you hear me?
Lee: Right, OK--
Lee’s Father: LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU, BWOY!
Lee looked at his father, and can finally see the rage in his eyes. But Lee himself was suppressing a lot of pent up rage against him, and he did not know how much longer he can contain them.
Lee’s Father: Do you know how worried I was? I had to lie to your mother when she called me and asked about you. I don’t care what the hell is going through that head of yours, but you cannot just walk out and ditch school whenever you feel like it!
Lee: Actually, I think I can do whatever I damn well want.
Explosionnn. Not literally, obviously.
Lee’s Father: What?
Lee: Why do you even act like you give a damn. You are never there, ever. You drop in every once in a blue moon and act like you know everything about me. You don’t know SHIT about me. So drop your lectures and religion talks and all that bullshit, I don’t wanna hear it.
Lee’s Father: Oh is that so? Do you think I want to be flying around all the time? Who the hell is going to support our family eh? Your mother is doing all she can while trying to take care of both Courtney and Tony...Tony, son...you’re five year old brother! You do remember that you have a family out there, don’t you? Do you think the people you hang out with...all that loyalty brotherhood stuff, do you think it means anything!?
Lee: It means more than anything you keep preaching whenever you see me.
Lee’s Father: You think I tell you all that for my sake? It is for YOUR own good. I don’t want you to end up out there, dead or in jail, just like...like any of the other bums who line the streets. I seen the same thing when I grew up, and I KNOW it still goes on...two of your uncles died due to gun violence, and you still think that is the way to go?
Lee: SHUT THE FUCK UP. You don’t know ANYTHING about me. Who said I was into any of that? You sit on your high horse and think you know everything. You don’t. So just do us all a favor and stop acting like you know everything and stop trying to impose control on everything in my life!
Silence. The two stared at each other, father and son, as they both try to regain their composure while they slowly calmed down.
Lee’s Father: Just don’t get into trouble.
Lee: I won’t be.
Lee’s Father: And how would I know that for sure?
Lee: You don’t.
Pablo’s influence on Lee at that time was so great that he pretty much replaced his own father to be the father figure in his life. Even after Lee and his father eventually reconciled later on, he never knew about Pablo’s existence. It was an explanation Lee never gave him. Seven years later, though, things seem to be a little different.
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:01:08 GMT -5
Segment: I Announce I Like Girls That Bounce (Credit: Flamingo)
[As the ACW cameras cut to the backstage hallway, the sounds of muffled rock n' roll overcome the audio as the camera focuses in on a door surrounded by pink velvet rope and a bald, hulking white man in a tight fitting black t-shirt. The large man, crossed his arms over his large, barrel shaped chest as he peaked over towards his right where a long line of smiling people were lined up single-filed. Was it odd that a line that large would have formed in the backstage area of a wrestling pay-per view event? Not if your last name is Flamingo. Which, of course, brings attention to the door that the large behemoth of a man was standing in front of. The door paneling had recently been covered in pink feathers, as if someone took a feathered boa and stapled it over the frame. The door, naturally, was also hot pink, decorated with a black silhouette of a flamingo.]
[ This was a big night for multiple reasons. Macho Man and Jake Steele were finally facing off, the Mega Star Alliance/Road Steelers war was almost in full swing, and the party of all parties was going down... oh, and some former ACW main eventer was coming back to active competition. The real news, though, is the party. Who better to get the scoop on the hottest party of the year than ACW's very own Scoop? Kevin looked especially primped and polished tonight and the camera picked up every inch of his good side (there was just so little of it that it was pretty easy) as he stepped up to the velvet rope with a microphone in hand.]
Kevin Anderson: Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. Scoop here, reporting LIVE at arguably the hottest party of the summer... Adrian Flamingo's Homecoming Party! Now, my sources have informed me that Adrian's uncle was the one who came up with this party and he has invited EVERYONE in the ACW locker room as well as some of the fans who couldn't get into this sold out event. As you can see, there is a huge line of people trying to prove that they have what it takes to get into Flamingo's locker room or, for tonight, party central. Who wouldn't blame them? Mickey Flamingo is renowned for his parties and just think of the action going on in there! Road Steelers could be duking it out with members of the Mega Star Alliance over double-dipping... the Zero Tolerance boys could be wowing everyone with a karaoke rendition of “Love Will Keep Us Together”... hell, Yoko Satoshi could be proving that her unbeaten streak extends over to Beer Pong! Thankfully for you viewers at home, The Flamingos and I go WAY back, so don't be surprised if you see me get just a little bit of the VIP treatment. Now, lets show these guys just how way back we go...
[Kevin shot a snotty look at the people behind the pink velvet rope as he arrogantly extended a leg over it followed by another. With a cocky nod of the head, Kevin smirked as he shot another snotty look at the people in line before walking headfirst into a well-developed pair of masculine pectorals. Slowly, Kevin awkwardly looked up at the roadblock that was the Flamingo's bouncer for the night. The huge man spoke slowly through his gruff, manly voice as he stared the sniveling Kevin up and down.]
Bouncer: Excuse me, sir. Just where do you think you're going?
Kevin Anderson: Into the party?
Bouncer: Really? Let's just see if you're on the list. What's your name?
[The bouncer retrieved a small clipboard that was tucked into the back of his black dress slacks. The board looked like a small notepad in the large man's hands, but Kevin was undeterred. He knew the Flamingo's from way back. Hell, he helped Adrian and Mickey scheme against BK and actually got involved physically one or two times. Surely he'd be on the list... right?]
Kevin Anderson: Kevin “The Scoop” Anderson, the number one interviewer in ACW history.
[The bouncer scanned the list and nonchalantly responded...]
Bouncer: Nope.
Kevin Anderson: Okay, how about just Kevin Anderson?
Bouncer: Nope.
Kevin Anderson: ... Anderson?
Bouncer: Nuh uh.
Kevin Anderson: ... Kev?
Bouncer:Try again.
Kevin Anderson: Oh wait... how about Kevin “the Internet” Anderson?
Bouncer: Nope-er-roonie.
[Kevin slowly looked around him as if trying to keep someone from hearing what he was about to say. Once or twice, Mickey had referred to him as a special nickname... but surely, this wouldn't be it, right?]
Kevin Anderson: How about Mickey's lil' Scoopy-Poopy Pants?
[The bouncer's patience had reached its breaking point as he placed the clipboard back into the back of his pants and glared at Kevin while puffing his chest outward.]
Bouncer: Sir, get in line or I'll break your face.
Kevin Anderson: Noted.
[Kevin scuttled back over the velvet rope and the camera proceeded to follow him on the long walk to the back of the line. As they passed the diehard ACW fans, pretty Italian girls, and the occasional FallOut talent, Kevin kept his head down low until reaching his place in line. However, always the optimist, Kevin suavely turned to the camera with a forced grin.]
Kevin Anderson: ... so, it turns out that there simply is not enough room inside for all of us to come in. That is the thing about this party, so many people want to be a part of this historic night that even VIPs, like myself, can't get in until someone else leaves.
[The large, lumbering bouncer suddenly motioned to a set of small, busty women in revealing dresses that stood towards the front of the line. With a slight nod and a short smile, the bouncer reached over and unhooked the ropes allowing the women to cross over.]
Bouncer: All right, you five ladies, you're in.
[It is important to note that, while the five women entered the loud, rocking locker room, not a single soul exited the locker room. Thus, more holes were shot in Kevin Anderson's “cool guy” facade. Complete with egg on his face, Kevin turned back to the camera with a slight, embarrassed smile.]
Kevin Anderson: ... rest assured, ACW fans... we'll get in... eventually.
[Fade.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:01:59 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Tag Team Championship Road Steelers vs. The Drinkin' Bros (Credit: Dalton) Match/Post-Match Credit: Dalton As we return to ringside, the crowd is still amped up from the night’s action so far. A quick pan around the arena comes to a stop on “Fast” Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally.McNally:[/color] Welcome back to ringside, folks. The next match is sure to be a classic in the making. Edison: Sure should, Max. After the beating that Andrew Starr handed the brothers Drinkin at the bar last week, the brother surely are looking for revenge! McNally: Not only that, but this will be the first match that we will see the newly appointed tag team champions together in a match. Andrew Starr and Davey Dickenson’s styles are so different; it should prove to be very interesting. Edison: Definitely, if Andrew shows up drunk and Davey shows up… Happy… Then this should prove to be verrrry interesting indeed. McNally:For those unfamiliar, or who haven’t tuned in recently and are wondering why Starr and Dickenson are defending for Jake Steele and Lee Homicide, there is a real reason. Last week, the Road Steelers, after accepting both Starr and Dickenson into the group, decided to enforce the Freebird rule, which Jake Steele has re-dubbed the Steelers Rule. Edison: This means that any combination of the Road Steelers are free to defend the title. Steele, Train, Homicide, Starr, or Dickenson. Any combination will work. Now, with that cleared up, Lets get this match started! Camera changes to in ring, where Philip Jones stands with his trusty mic.Philip Jones: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the ACW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first weighing in at a combined weight of 714 lbs, from Port aux Basques, Newfoundland, Canada, the challengers, Ben and Afternoon… The Drinkin Boyz! "On With The Show" by Motley Crue, with the crowd cheering lightly with respect to the boyz. The Drinkin Boyz appear from the back in the General Lee. They rev the engine a couple times before exiting the vehicle and slapping hands with the fans. They then enter the ring and raise their arms to the crowd, garnering a light pop.Philip: And now, introducing the Tag Team Champion Road Steelers. First to represent the Steelers, hailing from Canibus City, USA and weighing 214 lbs, “Blazin” Dickey Dickenson! ”Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer resounds over the speakers as Sara Brooks and Davey walk onto the ramp, Tag Title belt strapped around the latter’s waist. As he reaches center stage, he blows smoke out towards the crowd.Edison[/b]: Looks like Davey is ready for the match, haha! Him and Sara raise their arms in the arm to a massive pop from the crowd. The settle back down, and look back towards the curtain as their song dies out.
At the same moment, “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” by Dropkick Murphys resounds over the arena speakers.Philip: And introducing his partner, coming from Seattle, Washington, and weighing in at 260 lbs, Andrew Starr! Starr strolls out onto the stage, Tag Title belt on his left shoulder and open bottle of Jack Daniels in the other. He meets Davey and Sara center stage, giving each other a high five. They all three stand facing the ring as Starr takes one final swig of his Daniels. He raises his arms, along with his head, towards the roof. He makes to spit the drink up, but thinks better of it, swallowing the drink before smashing the bottle onto the ground. At the same instant, a fire-pyro goes off behind the group, making them jump and running down to the ring. Davey and Starr slide into the ring, as Sara moves her way to the corner of the Steelers. The guys relinquish their titles to RAF, who holds them above his head, signifying they will be on the line. RAF, in turn, hands the titles off to Philip who is now ringside. The teams retreat to their respective corners, each consulting momentarily upon who will start. Ben comes out for the challengers, with Davey starting the match for the Road Steelers. RAF looks at both men before signaling for the bell.
*DING* [/center] Both men circle around the ring, sizing the other up. They meet up in the center, grappling. Davey makes the first move, shoving his relatively larger opponent with surprising strength. Ben is a bit surprised with this as he outweighs Davey by an easy 50 lbs. He rushes Davey again, re-grappling. This time, Ben shoves Davey into the ropes, showing why he is as big as he is. Davey bounces straight back though, striking Ben in the gut with a hard knee. Ben doubles over in momentary pain, allowing Davey to run into the ropes to his opponent’s right. Using the momentum from the rope, Davey shoulder blocks into Ben’s calf, causing the big man to fall to a knee. The lighter of the wrestlers uses his quickness to deliver kicks in quick succession before Ben can respond. McNally:[/b] Looks like Davey’s quickness will be too much for this Drinkin brother to handle! Edison:[/b] I wonder what Davey is on to make him this fast… McNally: Watch it Eddie! Running the opposite direction of Ben, Davey hits the ropes to deliver a low body press. This is scouted, however, as Ben catches the now airborne Davey. Still holding his opponent, Ben returns to his feet. In an amazing show of power, Ben lifts Davey over his head. Suddenly, just as Ben is about to toss his opponent, Starr comes from his corner, delivering a kick to his opponent’s gut. Being caught off guard, Ben releases Davey, who is able to maneuver in such a way to catch Ben’s neck and bring him down in a DDT. Starr has returned to his feet, getting ready to charge at Afternoon, but stops short. He pats Davey on the shoulder, who has put Ben in a surfboard type hold. Davey looks up to see a laughing Starr, who points over to the opposition’s corner. Davey also begins laughing. McNally: What is Afternoon doing?! Edison: Appears that his head is more interested in something besides the match! To the chagrin of the few Drinkin Boyz fans in the audience tonight, Afternoon is completely lost in Sara Brooks’… eyes. Yeah, for family value’s sake, we’re going to say eyes. Ah, to hell with family value. Afternoon has lost total focus on the match. His machismo ways have overtaken him, and he is completely enthralled in Sara. In the few minutes the match has gone on, Sara has made her way over to the opposing corner, distracting the taller of the brothers. Davey looks at Sara, laughing, and giving her a wink. The Road Steelers continue on their attack on Ben, still laughing slightly to themselves. Both men pull Ben to his feet, and Davey grabs Ben by the scruff of the neck, keeping him on his feet. Andrew Starr points out the audience, signaling for his patented finisher. Andrew runs towards the ropes, rebounding back towards Ben, nailing the ANDREW STARR LARIAT. Davey and Starr react instantly. Starr runs to the corner, knocking Afternoon into the barrier. And the same time, Davey runs up the turnbuckle, perching himself on the top. He points out across the audience, letting them know this was for them. His legs spring off the turnbuckle, he flips through the air, and lands a near perfect FLYIN’ HIGH onto Ben. Davey stays on Ben, covering him for the pin. Starr stalks around the ring as RAF counts the pin. One. Two. Three. RAF calls for the bell. *DING DING DING* Philip: Your winners, and STILL ACW Tag Team Champions… Andrew Starr and Davey Dickenson, the Road Steelers! Starr and Davey end their assault on Ben Drinkin, leaving him to be pulled from the ring by his brother. The Drinkin Boyz argue back and forth as they disappear into the back, a minor applause given to them. The real celebration is in the ring though as Andrew Starr, Davey Dickenson, and Sara Brooks celebrate the first victory for the newest Road Steelers. Starr motions for a mic, which is given to him swiftly.Andrew Starr: Phew, that was a quick match. Quick, and ultimately successful! Not only has it proven that Davey and I can work together and win a match, it has given me a great idea! From now on, what you just saw Davey and I do to finish off Ben Drinkin, shall be called “Gettin’ Smashed and Flyin’ High.” What do you think about that, Davey?Davey nods feverishly, along with Sara clapping on.Starr: Now, I know that the rest of the Road Steelers cant be out here, but that is ok! We all have a busy night, and I wish my brothern good luck in their matches. But, for now, its time for Davey and I to celebrate the way we do. We’ll be back in the bar, maybe I’ll get a chance to introduce the Drinkin Boyz to my three friends again!Starr snickers at the last part, and drops the mic. Him and Davey display the Road Steelers sign before exiting the ring with “Dolla” by Fort Minor exploding through the arena speakers. They meet and greet fans, taking time out to sign random piece of merchandise, clothing, or body part for the few lucky ones.Edison: These three really know how to appease the fans, they are soaking this up right now! McNally:[/b] And they sure did make a good team. Despite the rather short match, these two knew their opponents. Afternoon’s female appeal was used to their advantage, and then they isolated their opponent when the time was needed; great showing by the Tag Team Champions tonight. The trio has reached center stage by now, and formed a line showing off the Steelers Sign once more, giving the fans a great photo opportunity. They finally disappear into the backstage area, and the camera fades away from inside the ringside arena.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:02:57 GMT -5
Prologue Before Now, Before It All Early August 2008 A typical night with the guys: sitting in Chill Will’s basement. But after living here for the past almost eighteen years of my life, we all agreed this place was the best way to spend a night. Probably the safest too. I didn’t complain; I barely even talk in my group of friends. I mean, even when we are sitting in the South Pole, the most clever thing we could think of for our basement hang out, I don’t sit with the guys.
Behind me, a couch, a loveseat and a fold up chair are in a semi circle. There is a hole in the circle where a larger chair used to be, but I took it and moved it closer to the TV. No offense to the guys, but I couldn’t sit in the circle anymore. But they didn’t mind, I would interrupt them as I reacted to the action on the television. Now before I go any further, I don’t want you guys get get the wrong idea, I’m not a loner or an outcast or something; these guys are my closest friends. Its just, I can’t rap.
So as I sit in the basement, watching the muted TV, three black guys, my friends, sit around and freestyle. Jamol sits on the couch, Will usually leans back in the fold up chair, trying to be as comfortable as possible, and we give Peter, or Big P is we call him, the loveseat because he is...big. Tonight, and more frequently as of late, my fifteen year old brother Tommy has been coming along too and sharing the couch with Jamol. My brother is definetly not the next Eminem, he just likes to listen. Why I don’t partake in the the listening, I don’t know...actually I do know, its because of that TV. There is no TV at my place, and especially a TV with the Fight Night Channel.
Boxing, MMA, K1, 24 hours a day, seven days a week. This is my shit, not rhyming words to create insults. And not to toot my own horn, or whatever that expression is, but I’m pretty good. Those three goons back there get in trouble like no tomorrow and when the going gets tough, I step in. Sure, I’m not the tallest kid, but I can kick your ass [/i] Jamol: Yo, dude, cut the fight shit and check out this beat your brother laid down. Trust me, the man is smarter than he talks. Chill: C’mon J, he’s not gonna stop its the World-Heavy-Light Middle-Weight fight or whatever shit it is. Big P: Guys, just let him watch. Yo Tommy, lay that down again. Jamol: Yeah, lets just let him watch his grapplin’ men. Tommy: He just wishes that he could be grappling with Nicole like that. The guys go off hooting and hollering but I can’t be bothered. But wait, I can take advantage of this. And as fast as I can react, I jump over the chair and onto where my brother is sitting. I throw some fake punches to his head and the other three guys jump off the couch. They are yelling for me to get off, but we can’t stop laughing. They eventually catch on and take their chairs back. Chill: Dude, don’t do that. You could hurt some one. Big P: Yeah man, no one wants to be in a fight with you., not even Present. Jamol: Word. So you ready to check it? Why the hell not? Tommy: Sweet! Same as before Jamol? Jamol: Nah, slow it down a bit this time, I’m gonna free this one. [/color] And surely enough, my white little brother is laying down a beat for one of the best freestyle rappers I know. All the guys are nodding their head to the beat, and soon enough I’m into it too. I smile at my brother and I know he would back if he wasn’t trying to keep it going. Jamol: Yo, I know this white kid, he can hold his own He knocks the guys out, ‘n makes their girls moan He can break your bones no need for sticks or stones One day he’ll get out of D-Town, ‘n be da best fighter eva known.
I start crack a smile but Jamol signals for me to quiet down. I guess there’s more. Jamol: Yo, He brings the attack, when our group takes some flack He’s not a hack, he doesn’t slack, bones will crack, the bodies stack He’s got what the Untouchables lack He’s the true Dark Knight, his name is Andrew Black
Fade Out
Credit: Andrew Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:03:17 GMT -5
Segment: The Pablo Crisis, Part 7: The Explanation (Credit: Lee)
Lee knew this day was going to come sooner or later, ever since his dad spoke to him in that empty classroom seven years ago. But Lee never had a reason to tell his father about Pablo and everything he was involved with, perhaps out of his own shame and not wanting to give his father another reason to be disappointed at him. But now, given recent events, his father deserved the right to know. Perhaps not everything, but he deserved to know enough to piece it together himself.
Arriving at his father’s gravesite, Lee finds him already there. Lee makes a poor attempt of making himself look neater, before approaching his father, who speaks the moment Lee got within conversation range.
Lee’s Father: I saw you coming in. I must say, you look like crap.
Lee smiles weakly before taking a seat.
Lee: Heh...hello father.
Lee’s Father: And seriously, what have you done with your hair?
Lee: Yeah well...
Lee’s father finally looks at him, much more serious now.
Lee’s Father: How are you holding up, son?
Lee: I’m all right.
Lee’s Father: You know I never approved of your line of work...too risky, and in no way does it allow you to use your full potential. Still think you should’ve pursuit a career in law.
Lee: Yes father, I know.
Lee’s Father: But nonetheless, I still care for your well being. No matter what, you are still my son.
Lee: ‘Preciate it dad, really do. But I think you know why I asked you to come here.
Lee’s Father: Where is she?
Lee: Look, you don’t have to worry about a thing. This is my problem...this is my fault, and I will fix it. I will get Courtney back.
Lee’s Father: Why can’t we just contact the authorities?
Lee: It’s not so simple, father.
Lee takes a deep breath, knowing that the time has finally come.
Lee: Remember...seven years ago? I was missing half of the time? I told you I stayed with a friend...well...I lied. Sorta.
Lee’s Father: Can’t say I am surprised.
Lee: I worked for a man...his name was Pablo Del Santo. He was one of the worst kinds of human being you can find in this country...and well, he took me in after he got my stupid ass out of trouble. I regret everything that happened back then, and I’ve done some terrible things, father...so eventually I quit. I got my life together, I didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.
His father listens intently as Lee pauses, recollecting his thoughts before continuing the story.
Lee: He did not like what he heard. And he thinks I owe him everything I had...so he tried to kill me. He tried to take me out, but I stopped him and after a series of events, he ended up in jail. I thought that was it, and the story of my life with that scumbag involved in it was finally over. But then...recently..he got out...
Lee is slowly getting overwhelmed by emotion. He can clearly see that everything that is happening is all because of him, and him alone.
Lee: And now, he wanna get back at me...for putting him behind bars, for walking out on him in the first place. And he got Courtney...Courtney doesn’t even know who he is...thinks he is some nice guy or something...he brainwashed her like he once brainwashed me...and now, he is threatening me with Courtney as hostage. It’s all my fault, father...I am so sorry...
The reality of all this is finally hitting Lee, hard, with what could possibly happen if he makes a wrong move becoming evidently clear to him. He knows what Pablo is capable of, and what measures he would take to get what he wants. His father remains speechless, whether because of how far the whole thing has gotten or simply because he can tell that Lee is trying to recompose himself, it is impossible to tell.
Lee: I assure you, father...I will get Courtney back. I promise.
Lee’s Father: Look...
Lee: Don’t say anything. Now you know what’s going on...I need you to promise me something, father...don’t tell mother about it, she’d be devastated.
Lee’s Father: Of course...
Lee: And I need you to not involve anyone else into this...just, stay out of it. It will be over before you know it, like I said...I promise to bring Courtney back, safely.
Lee’s Father: Son...
Lee stands up, knowing that he cannot stand a moment longer with his father – the guilt was too much for him to take. Looking at his father one more time, Lee vows silently that the next time they meet, it is when Lee is bringing Courtney home.
Lee: Goodbye, father.
Leaving the graveyard, just when he thought he can have some time to tend to his own thoughts, his phone rings again.
Lee: For fucks sake...
He presses the answer button, once again speaking to the captor of his sister.
Lee: What?
Pablo: Why the attitude? Not getting impatient now, are we?
Lee: Look...whatever, what now?
Pablo: Want to hurry things along, eh?
Lee: I just want my sister back home safely.
Pablo: She will be, as long as Juu play nice. Estamos claros?
Lee: Right, okay.
Pablo: Now...I see that Juu have a big match coming up?
It just occurred to Lee that he is going to be facing Chris Phenomenal this Saturday. Everything that is happening recently caused him to put all that behind him, until now.
Lee: Yeah, I do.
Pablo: So, fly Juu’re ass to Rome.
Lee: Huh.
Pablo: I want Juu to be normal...be the Lee Juu fans love...be brash, be cocky, show some actitud, entiéndame? I like to be entertained, Juu see. Plus, wanted to see my protégé win a big match before well...before I get even, haha.
Lee: Right.
Pablo: And for all of our sakes Lee, Juu better win. Do something with Juu’r life before I take it...Juu following me?
Lee: So that’s it?
Pablo: Assuming Juu taken care of what I asked Juu to do earlier?
Lee: Yeah, I left you a message...I took care of it.
Pablo: How do I know Juu are not lying right now?
Lee: You don’t.
Lee cuts the line, tired of hearing Pablo’s annoying voice all day. Now, he got a match to worry about, one that is in everyone’s interest, apparently. Lee has failed to beat Chris Phenomenal so many times before, and that was when he put everything he had into it...how is he going to succeed this time, when he knows that his sister is out there somewhere, with someone as sick and twisted as Pablo?
Guess he would have plenty to think about on his trip to Rome, won’t he?
To be continued.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:03:53 GMT -5
“With SCIENCE!” By Dave Shadow The sunlight streams through the two story windows of the glitzy ACW hotel, as people go about their daily business. People enter and exit, dragging their large suitcases. Everyone has come prepared for the big ACW pay per view this weekend, and the staff in the hotel know it could be one of the busiest times of the year for them. Everything is spotless and modern, including the several sofas which are positioned in the lobby. And while most of the people in the lobby are quite average, one man stands out amongst them.
Jay Tyler sits on the sofa, arms stretched out and obviously just kicking back. He wears a t-shirt and shorts, as well as some fancy glasses, as he scoffs at people who walk by him wearing suits and ties, and gawks at the women. He tries to draw a few into conversation, but none bite. He simply laughs it off, his confidence oozing.
Another man approaches him, but Jay takes no notice. Another beautiful woman has walked by. The new man coughs to try and get his attention. Jay: Busy.? ? ?: Tough.Jay recognises the voice and turns his attention to the man immediately. He leaps up and grabs the man in an embracing hug.
Jay: DAVE!Dave Shadow stands awkwardly, not raising his hands for the hug. Jay picks him up off the ground though; Jay stands a foot taller than his younger brother, and given his male model muscles, he is able to pick him up off the ground with ease. He puts Dave down, before letting go again. Dave brushes his shoulders off, trying to regain his dignity.
Dave: You wanted to see me?Jay: Yeah. How have you been?Dave: Busy. Listen, I can’t stay long.Jay: Aren’t you happy to see me? I mean it’s not every day your older bro makes a trip to see you in action.Dave: You’ve never come to see me in action. None of you have.Dave turns and starts to walk towards the door. Jay chases after him and puts his hand on Dave’s shoulder.
Jay: Come on Dave, don’t be like that. Especially since I’ve come all this way to help.Dave turns to face his brother, his eyebrows arching up towards his hair.
Dave: Help me? How do you plan on helping me?Jay doesn’t say anything, but instead puts his arm round Dave’s shoulder. He starts to lead him towards an elevator. Dave decides there is no point fighting him. And besides. Dave would be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit intrigued as to what Jay has planned. ====== The camera cuts upstairs, waiting outside the elevator higher up in the hotel. As the doors open, Jay emerges out, checking every direction, making sure no one will see them. He signals Dave to follow, as Dave walks out after him, sighing and with his arms folded. Dave obviously is starting to lose what little patience he had left.
Dave: Jay, what is this about?Jay: Ok, well. I was thinking about what you were talking about a few weeks ago. And I decided that if you are so intent on this crusade of yours, then maybe I can help you out. So I’ve set up a meeting with this guy...ah, here. This is his room. Jay walks over to a door and knocks three times. Dave and Jay stand back, as footsteps are heard approaching the door. As it opens, Jay smiles while Dave looks utterly bemused. A crazy doctor opens the door and peers at them.Doctor: YEEEES? Jay: Hi, we spoke on the phone?Doctor: AH YESSS! COME RIGHT ON IN! The man turns and enters his hotel room, as Jay follows him in. Dave may not have a clue whats going on but at least he’s interested now. He follows them in and closes the door behind him.
Dave: What’s with the Iron?Doctor: IN MY LINE OF WORK, YOU MUST ALWAYS BE PREPARED FOR DANGER! Jay: Dave, this is Doctor Dukes. He’s a great scientist who specialises in helping performers such as yourself...how can I say this right......”enhance” their skills.Dave: Wait. You mean with steroids?Doctor: BWAHAHAHAHA! STEROIDS? PAH! THOSE ARE A THING OF THE PAST YOUNG MAN! I HAVE CREATED SOMETHING MUCH MORE POTENT THAN STEROIDS! I CAN MAKE YOU BETTER THAN YOU EVER DREAMED, ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE. AND I CALL THEM....DUKE-OIDS! Dave: Original, if not somewhat egotistical. But eh....I’m fairly certain I’d lose my ACW contract if there was even a hint of me doing steroids.Doctor: DUKE-OIDS! Dave: Yeah, whatever.Jay: Listen, I’ve been told that there’s no way that these things show up on any tests, so you wouldn’t have to worry about that. You said yourself that this is the biggest match of your career, so why not give yourself a little boost?Dave: It is my biggest match. But Jay, I’m trying to prove hypocrites wrong. And what type of wrestler would I be if I started doing ster....Duke-oids. What type of message would that send to people? I want to be their hero, remember?Jay: Doc, you said you had some pictures to show him?Dave: No, Jay you’re not listen...Doctor: Yes![/color] The doctor moves over to a briefcase beside the bed and opens it up. He pulls an ACW promotional picture out of it.Dave: Handsome devil if I do say so myself.Doctor: YES, QUITE! BUT NOW TAKE A LOOK AT THE AFTER! The doctor hands Dave another picture.Dave: Jesus Christ Almighty!Jay: Isn’t it wonderful Dave? With The Doctor’s help, you could become the biggest ACW Star in history. You could thrash Dan White and whoever else stood in your way Dave. You could...Dave: Is this photoshoped?Jay: What?Dave: This looks like it was photoshopped. Doctor: WELL, WE’VE NOT QUITE TESTED THE DUKE-OIDS SUCCESSFULLY YET, BUT THESE ARE OUR PROJECTIONS! I MEAN, I’D BE AMAZED IF ANOTHER ONE OF MY SUBJECTS DIED.... Dave: .......Dave turns and nearly runs out the door, closing it behind him. He makes a dart for the elevator, and he really can’t get away from the Doctor quick enough.
Back in the room, Jay stands looking at the door, hands on hips. The Doctor stands beside him, scratching his head. Jay: I can’t believe he didn’t go for it. I mean, he’s a wrestler! They’ll take anything.Doctor: I KNOW! The two continue to stand in silence, an awkward quietness falling over them.
Doctor: WANT TO PLAY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS? I HAVE MY KIT HANDY. ALWAYS DO. Jay shakes his head and leaves the room as well, leaving the mad doctor to himself.
Doctor: YOU CAN BE THE DUNGEON MASTER! NO? WELL, LOOKS LIKE DUKE IS PLAYING WITH HIMSELF AGAIN TONIGHT. IT’S OK, I’VE GROW FOND OF PLAYING WITH MYSELF. [Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:04:48 GMT -5
Ain't No Party Like A Mickey Party (Credit: Flamingo, Chris Phenomenal, Thunder Train, and Danny Mainer)
[The camera returns to Kevin Anderson who is standing amongst the rest of the other unfortunate souls who couldn't get into Adrian's Homecoming Bash. There wasn't one defining trait amongst them that could be used to categorize them into one group or another. No one was uglier than any other, no one was dumb or poorer or whatever. In fact, most of them were just ACW fans who believed that they were invited into the party only to find themselves on the business end of a velvet rope. It was a dick move, really, but what could they do? As Kevin looked over to see that they were recording again, he quickly changed his frustrated face to a fake enthusiastic expression.]
Kevin Anderson: Welcome back, fans. As you can see, we still haven't quite gotten into Adrian Flamingo's Party, but our spirit is still strong. Obviously, you can hear the thumping music that is going on inside can only belong to one group, The Eagles of Death Metal, who also provided Adrian with his new entrance music for tonight. Sadly, I don't think you can get anymore news from this particular location tonight. So, this has been Kevin “the Scoop” Anderson signing of...
[The crowd surrounding Anderson soon exploded with cheers as someone exited the pounding locker room. Anderson and the cameraman could only catch bits and pieces of the door from their current positioning seeing how everyone around them had thrown their arms up into the air trying to get the attention of the person who exited the hard to get into party. However, an almost trademarked gruff voice seemed to break up the noise of the crowd.]
Mickey Flamingo: WOOO! How ya'll doin' tanite?!
[The hallways soon filled up with cheers and roars as Kevin's pleas for Mickey's attention were seemingly drowned out.]
Mickey Flamingo: Now I know what some of yew must be thinkin'. “Mickey, yew ol' sumbitch! Yew said aneebody wuz invited ta yer boy Addie's party!” Well, ya'll, yer rite. I did invite all of yew, but that snotty sumbitch Gingadude thinks that yew guys partyin' with tha boys on tha roster just ain't a good idea. See, Ginga thinks yer all liabilltees waitin' ta happen and he jes don't trust ya.
[The crowd in the hallway booed viciously at Gingerdude's reasoning for not letting them into Adrian's party. Mickey, who was loving every second of this, hushed the crowd with the raise of one finger.]
Mickey Flamingo: BUT... “Miraculous” Mickey Flamingo ain't a liar. When Mickey says thar is gunna be a party, dammit, we are gunna have us a gadamn party! Ladies, git on out here!
[Suddenly, most of the women who had been given access into the Flamingo's dressing room earlier that night were now marching out of the lockerroom holding cases of booze and plates of food. Simply put, if the crowd couldn't get into the party, Mickey would bring the party to them! Mickey did a short bow before trying to reenter the dressing room before being grabbed on the shoulder by Kevin Anderson. Unfortunately for Kevin, the bouncer who had been standing guard there all night grabbed Kevin and slammed him against the hallway wall twice as fast as Kevin had gotten to Mickey.]
Bouncer: Boy, you're just asking for trouble tonight aren't you?
Mickey Flamingo: KEVIN! How the hell are yew doin', boy?!
[Confused, the large man turned to Mickey and raised an eyebrow. Meanwhile, Kevin was doing his best to not urinate himself on camera while Mickey was busy laughing his ass off at the absurdity of the moment.]
Bouncer: You know this little wimp?
Mickey Flamingo: Know 'im? Boy, me and 'im go WAY back! Hell, we are practically brothers! Let 'em go, Lightnin' Plane.
[Unstatisfied, the bouncer crudely dropped Kevin who collapsed to his knees grasping his stomach as if trying to contain his breath. Quickly, the weirdness of the moment caught up with him.]
Kevin Anderson: ... Lightning Plane?
Mickey Flamingo: Yeah. I figered he looked close nuff ta Train, so why not? I pay 'im 50 bucks ta be cool with that nickname. Hey, watch this... Lightnin' Plane! Yew hungry, boy?
Bouncer: No. I ate two hours ago, I've told you a dozen times now dammit!
[Mickey snickered as he scooped up Scoop and drug him into the packed dressing room. Despite the tiny dimensions of the room, there seemed to be room for everyone... including the live band who were set up in one of the corners.
Mickey Flamingo: Kevin, let me tell yew, I busted my ass ta get this party approved by Ginger and I have ta say it turned out better than I thought it would. Hell, its like Woodstock with all the love goin' on here! Check it out, there is Danny Mainer over thar by tha by the food table!
[Mickey gestured over to a table immediately to the left of Kevin and the cameraman who turned to capture, surely enough, Mainer in the midst of wooing one of the local ladies.]
Mainer Corleone: "Well hello mama! What's your name? Kaye? That's a pretty name. You like my Tommy Gun? I can fire it all night long and never get exhausted! Say, what'cha doin' later tonight? What, you think I'm a jerk? Well, that ain't half the truth."
Mickey Flamingo: Mainer! How tha hell yew doin', boy?!
[Mainer turned his attention from the pretty little Italian flower to acknowledge the elder Flamingo with a grin on his face.]
Mainer Corleone: "Micky! Crackin' party you got here man! Time to unwind!"
[Mickey threw a thumbs up to Mainer and wrapped an arm around Kevin, further leading him into the calamity of the party. Kevin, however, knew he was there for a particular reason... get an interview with the returning Adrian Flamingo before his big return match with XS3. Before he had a chance to speak up and ask Mickey where his nephew was, Mickey interrupted to draw his attention to yet another ACW athlete getting to know another local hottie.]
Mickey Flamingo: Check it out, we even got Thunda Train in tha house!
[Train, who was next to another food table that held a large pink, flamingo-shaped cake, was busy starring at a young woman's chest as she sliced out a piece of cake and plopped it down on a paper plate. However, in true Thunder Train fashion, it wasn't her chest he was staring at.]
Thunder Train: Are you gonna finish that? Well too bad OM NOM NOM!
[The girl never stood a chance. Train ripped the plate out of her hands and seemingly swallowed the piece of cake in one bite. It was hard to tell who was more horrified, the girl or Kevin... but Mickey was loving every minute of it!]
Kevin Anderson: Wait... aren't Mainer and Train opponents tonight?
Mickey Flamingo: Kevin kevin kevin... thar ain't no hatred at this party! We're all hear ta have us a good ol' time! Besides... Train is too distracted by cake ta see that Mainer is here. Lemme hear it, Train!
Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!
[Once again, Mickey wrapped an arm around Kevin and guided him further into the madness of this party. Soon, they come upon yet another enemy of Thunder Train's Road Steelers faction... Chris Phenomenal of the Mega Star Alliance. Yup, the same Mega Star Alliance that XS3 is currently a part of. The ACW Entertainment champ was sitting in a chair at the far end of the room, whispering into a particularly attractive Italian woman's ear with a slight smirk on his face.]
Mickey Flamingo: See, Kev, I even invited a member of XS3's crew come up in here tanite for tha simple reason that we are all human. Behind tha muscles and tha spandex, we are ovaworked horses lookin' for a break and, dammit, I'm given' it to 'em. They work too damn hard and we all need a break every once and a while! Besides, thar ain't a damn one of us who doesn't like tha three loves in life... peace... love... and Rock n' Roll! WOO!
Kevin Anderson: Well... that's all well and good, Mickey... but I am actually curious about Adrian. You've shown me everything in this room for the most part and there isn't a single sign of him anywhere here. This is HIS party right?
Mickey Flamingo: Addie? Of course its his party... but he said he didn't want ta party before his match. He took off some where before tha damn thing got started. Don't worry though, Addie is here tanite and he ain't gunna disappoint.
[Mickey and Kevin's conversation was broken up quickly, though, as Mainer popped up out of nowhere with a sour look on his face.]
Mainer Corleone: "MICKEY! Where's the god-damn sour-creme and herb dip?! These doritos are drier then my ballsack!"
Mickey Flamingo: Hold yer damn horses, boy, I'll git some alrite?
[With that, Mickey wandered out of the room, quickly getting lost from vision in the midst of the thick crowd. Mainer followed suit, presumably heading back to the beautiful girl he had been wooing earlier, leaving Kevin all by himself.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:05:21 GMT -5
Segment: And So Be It (Credit: Lee)
He lay there in silence, as the warm breeze blows past him. The warm air was slowly followed by a blistering blow of chilliness, one that is enough to wake any living soul that is resting on a table of cement.
Not Lee Homicide. Clad in an outfit of black, he lay there at peace, his eyes shut, looking as calm as an ocean, before its eventual restlessness prior to the huge wave. His stillness is almost abnormal, as not even on part of him is flinching to the chilling air that has now surrounded him. That is, until you realize that he is not breathing.
With his arms folded on his chest, it creates an unnerving image of a dead person…dead, yet at the same time not quite, alive…but in the same time not quite living. With the headphones of a Microsoft Zune in his ears, he is cut off from the outside world, and while he lay on the cement table, he isn't quite there; instead, he is off somewhere in his own world, somewhere no one else but him can visit.
Somewhere violence is not only tolerated, but encouraged; somewhere people will stick to their business and their own business only; somewhere allies are loyal to the end, and enemies are deemed to be terminated; somewhere HE – Lee Homicide, is not a heroic figure, not another fairy tale the people can talk about, but a leader, a power figure, one that is as ruthless and hated as Hitler, yet in the same time respected and loved as Martin Luther King Jr; somewhere people that tried to go against him are taken down, somewhere people that disrespect him are punished, somewhere people the likes of Chris Phenomenal will never dare to raise their head above their little pond, in fear of King Lee, The Dragon, The Notorious One-Three-Three, the Shadow Striker, that is Lee Homicide.
But not for long, shall Lee wait, before he can finally unleash the frustration, the anger, the injustice that has been dumped on him on the man who prides himself on being some kind of Superman, a man that Lee Homicide has once upon a time looked up to, a man that now decided to make Lee Homicide's business his business, Chris Phenomenal. For weeks has Chris felt the wrath of Lee Homicide, and that is only the beginning. Soon, very soon, Chris would wish that he never came to ACW.
Slowly, Lee Homicide's eyes opens, as nothing but a cloud of darkness is seen behind the eyelids of a man that was once loved and cheered on, by men, women and children alike. In a moment that can match any horror movie, he sits up straight, as the music playing in his MP3 player is now heard vaguely as the volume increases. It's “Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson, and one would think it's a perfect song to fit Lee Homicide's persona transition.
He stands atop the cement table, arms spread, legs crossed. The image can almost be compared to the image of Jesus being crucified onto the cross, or when people are being tortured during the Holocaust. The difference here is that those that oppose him, those that dare go against him, those that dare call him names, those that dare speak ill of him, needs to be scared. Needs to be afraid. Needs to be terrified. For Lee Homicide does not forget…nor does he forgive. For Lee Homicide has now made it clear that his objective is to reign ACW like it was his domain, and anyone on his path shall be taken out. For Lee Homicide knows no mercy, and Chris will come to find out that when Lee Homicide warned him to stay out of his way, he was not joking. The ACW audience has seen their fair share of personality changes, and has seen truly horrific and barbaric things. But if they think they've seen it all, then they have seen nothing yet.
Be afraid, Chris, be very afraid. It was hard facing a Dragon, but a Dragon that knows no remorse? A Dragon that knows no regrets? A Dragon that shows no mercy? Chris, all you can now do is pray, pray that you can still walk after Spring Into Hell, pray that you can still talk to your loved ones with a ordinary looking face...Why?
Lee Homicide will do everything he can in his power to make sure that the opposite happens, and given what we've seen in the past, it is very likely that it can happen again.
Not yet…but rising soon.
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Lee: Forgive me Father, for I will sin…
Lee Homicide's voice was heard echoing around the church as Lee sat inside the confession room, with his head bowed down in a look of sincerity and regret. Wearing the same black outfit he wore when he lay atop the cement table, something about Lee's eyes tells a while different story – he is mocking Chris Phenomenal.
Lee: I will attack a helpless man…I will beat him down, I will humiliate him…I will make him look nothing more but a chump in front of millions of people…in front of his family.
A sick, sadistic smirk came across Lee Homicide's face, yet there is no response from the priest at all. Lee continues though, with the same mocking tune in his voice that was heard earlier.
Lee: Is it a sin, Father, to beat down an old and washed up fool who thinks he still got what it takes to go against the likes of myself? Is it a sin, Father, to put someone in their place when they think they know it all, and have to stick their overlarge nose into others business? Is it a sin, Father, to look out for my own agenda, to look out for MY rightful place, and protect it from has-beens such as Chris to come back and try and take the spot I WORKED for? Is it?
Lee is irate, he is angry, as his voice intensifies every time he speaks. Lee Homicide is all about himself and himself only, and anything that threatens his spot will have to be sorted to. Lee allows silence to slip in after his last words, waiting for the hypothetical priest to reply, before speaking again.
Lee: You see, Father…Chris Phenomenal claims to be a man beyond men, a Superman, a kind of GOD almost…yet, he prides himself on being everything God despises – dark, evil, unforgiving. Sure, he talks about helping others, about being a shining light and what not, but each and every one of his despicable actions proves that he is nothing more than a fake, a hypocrite, and I will expose him for what he really is. Is it a sin, Father? Is it a sin to bring down a man that is nothing more but a phony, one that dare to live off of God's name? Better yet, does it even matter? For I know that I need not need a permission to enter the gates of heaven, nor do I need to be condemned to be sent to the lake of fire, I am capable of doing that myself, thank you very much. Should he not be condemned to spend his eternity in hell? Isn't it only fair that way?
Lee is not stopping, as he continues trashing his opponent for Spring Into Hell.
Lee: But of course…God doesn't really play fair does he? If he does, then there won't be kids starving in Africa, while billionaires in this country throw away money like it's nothing. If he does, there won't be people getting away with murder while innocent people are locked behind bars. If he does, people like Chris won't exist for making a mockery out of himself, while they attempt to make much worthier human beings such as myself look bad. But I guess God just loves hearing his name being used, whether it's for good or bad, to look into things like that. You see Father, what you've got going around here, is nothing more but a lie, a treachery, an illusion to those that come here every day to confess their hearts out, to find themselves again with the help from you and God. But while you sit here molesting kids and taking in all the money and benefits you can, God looks on, and lets you get away with it unpunished…
Lee stands up, as the look on his face is now demented, with hatred etched across it like an ugly scar. If looks could kill, the entire state in which the church is located at would probably have blown up by now. Lee Homicide kicks the confession room door open, and he storms out, walking towards the church's main door as he speaks out loud.
Lee: Unlike God, I won't let these things go past unnoticed, I won't leave the sinners unpunished, and I won't leave the place that is unholy standing. Just like how I won't let Chris get away with being a fake, impersonating asshole who thinks he is better than everyone else because he has been in this business for a certain amount of time. I do not generalize, thus why I am indeed King Lee…and you, Father, shall come to know why.
Lee pushes the church doors wide open, as he then looks down to the floor. A trail of what appears to be gasoline follows him, and before you know it, Lee drops an ignited lighter at the tip of the gasoline trail, as flame is soon made to follow the trail by entering the church. Lee than turns around, and surveys his handy work as he watches the entire church burn, and soon, it will be nothing but a pile of forgotten rubble. With the same grim, demented look on his face, with maniacal sadistic hunger in his eyes, Lee slowly moves his lips, speaking again.
Lee: …forgive me Father, for I have sinned…
Lee's lips curls into what appears to be yet another mocking grin, as his voice slowly rises.
Lee: Heh…God, if you hear me…of course you can, you’re somewhere up there, looking down upon all of us aren't you? God…I have officially sinned by burning down a holy church, by this does not stop here…you see, the moment you failed to act when you chose to let Chris live with being a leech to your name is the moment you gave me the impression that well…you just don't give a shit. And I won't be a slave to a god that doesn't give a shit. It's only the beginning, God. And what I am going to put Chris through? You have no idea. Or then again…maybe you do.
Lee is smirking again, as he puts his hands back in his pocket, and speaks.
Lee: Chris has himself to blame for what is going to happen next…and if you think what I'm doing is wrong…just let me know…and even then, you just might be too late…
And he walks away. And each step he takes brings him closer to what should be Chris Phenomenal's worst nightmare.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:06:13 GMT -5
Segment: The Time has Come (Credit: Freeman)
Spring into Hell has finally arrived. This means many different things to many different people. To Jason Freeman, it means stepping into the ring with Latino, the husband of the woman who took his shot at glory away from him. The husband of the woman he has sworn revenge against. The husband of Atomic Kitsune. Not only is he stepping in the ring with him, but he is doing so in a street fight. No disqualifications. No rules or limitations. Just him and Latino, and anything he wants to do to him is legal. He has been anxiously awaiting the arrival of this night and it is finally here.
Freeman walks down the hallways of the ACW building thinking deeply to himself. Planning his moves. Planning what he would do. Tonight is vitally important. His actions can give him what he wants, if he takes the right steps. He fully plans to get AK's attention for good tonight. Right now, however, he has a couple things to say.
The camera fades in to show him leaning casually against a wall.
Freeman: Well, Latino asked for it, and now he's got it. Tonight, he and I shall face off in a street fight. I wonder if the full gravity of the situation has sunk in for him yet. I wonder if he realizes what he's done. Tonight, Latino has set himself right in the path of a man with a purpose. Ladies and gentlemen, when I have one goal in mind I am more dangerous than any other man could ever be. My one goal is to get my revenge on Atomic Kitsune.
She has ignored him thus far, even when he set her house on fire. But how could she ignore him after tonight? Since Fallen Heroes, Freeman had been dedicated to this one goal. As a result, it had inspired his every action, plan, and thought. He had planned ahead the whole month, and had always had multiple backup plans. Multiple methods to cause her to HAVE to step in. To force her to acknowledge and confront him. He had thought that setting her house on fire would work, but when it didn't he was not dissapointed. How could he be? It had given him an opportunity he could only dream of. He had not gotten AK, but he had gotten the next best thing. While AK was capable of stubbornly committing to a decision, Latino could never let this slide. As a result, he had delivered himself right to Freeman. He had given Freeman a gift better than one he had ever gotten before
Freeman: Latino, you are about to become a victim of a greater conflict. You see, if AK has refused to respond to me before, I don't think she'll have any choice after she witnesses what I do to you in that ring. How does it feel, AK, to know that your husband will suffer tonight due to your decisions. How does it feel to know that just for trying to protect your family, because of YOUR CHOICE not to respond tome, that he will be brutalized tonight. No doubt, Latino, you come here with the intention of destroying me. I hate to incinerate such a noble cause, however you shall not succeed.
He shakes his head and sighs to himself. Latino surely seems confident. In his eyes, it's pathetic. Is he really as sure of himself as he seems? Does Latino TRULY think that he is going to succeed? Is he just trying to seem in control, or does he really think he is? Freeman doesn't know, nor does he care. It won't affect anything tonight. It is curious, however. How can Latino not realize who he is dealing with? Does his drive to protect his family run so strong as to cause him to make such foolish decisions so confidently? Latino may be a brave man, but he is a brave man who will be crushed tonight. He had his chance to back out, but Freeman knew he wouldn't take it. Ah, well. Too bad for him.
Freeman: Latino, this was what you wanted. Ginger foolishly approved it, not realizing what he was truly doing. I will enjoy every second of our match tonight. I will enjoy every cry of pain that emits from your lips. I will enjoy every drop of that hot blood that flows from your face. And I will enjoy thinking about how your wife must be feeling as she watches. Tonight shall surely be an enjoyable one.
And now he redirects his speech. Before he was directing it at Latino, but now he directly adresses the woman who is motivating Freeman's every move now. Everything he does is based on his sole insane purpose of revenge. Anybody else could see that Freeman's anger is not rational. His drive to confront AK is crazy. The fact that he would burn down somebody's house, just because she eliminated him from a battle royal, would seem psychopathic to anybody else. Freeman truly believes that all of his actions however, are completely understandable. In his eyes, AK wrongfully stole his shot from him. In his eyes, AK has wronged him worse than anybody has before. In his eyes, she absolutely must pay. Unfortunately, she eliminated the wrong man.
Freeman: Always remember AK, that you are the true catalyst of this situation. Everything that happens tonight is because of your decisions. It is your fault that Latino will suffer tonight. It is your fault that your house was set on fire. Maxwell MacNally has YOU to thank for the fact that he was DDT'd to the floor. It seems a lot of people are suffering for your actions AK, and that number will only increase exponentially as long as you continue to ignore me. So then, AK. Perhaps tonight, shall change your outlook on the situation, and perhaps you might want to reconsider.
And with that the camera fades, and Freeman walks off, ready for his match. Tonight he brutalizes Latino in the ring. But that is not the ends of his plans. Oh, no. He isn't done after that bell rings. Latino better be watching his back tonight.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:06:34 GMT -5
Title: Brief Interview because I’m tired of writing. Credit: Chris Phenomenal
The scene opens with Chris Phenomenal putting the finishing touches on his warm up exercises prior to his match until he is stopped by Charlotte King.
Charlotte King: Chris, a word if I may?
Chris Phenomenal If it‘s brief, I‘m up next.
Charlotte King: Chris, a lot of people were concerned with your actions last week in regards to costing Lee Homicide his match, and in that regard a shot at your Entertainment Championship. Care to comment.
Chris Phenomenal Not really, but I will say this. Lee Homicide has done nothing to deserve an entertainment title shot. He shows up, jokes around with his Road Steeler buddies and competes in the occasional match. So what if he has an internet cult following, that doesn‘t make him the be all, end all of wrestlers. I was willing to give him a shot to prove he deserved a shot and he didn‘t. Simple as that.
Charlotte King: Fair do’s, a lot of people are wondering though, after the fall you took at the hands of Lee Homicide and the advice of your doctors for you to not compete, how are you going to do out there.
Chris Phenomenal Charlotte, you nor anyone else has to worry. I‘ve done this before against better men than Lee Homicide. Sure there might be some hiccups along the way, but at the end of the match I fully expect my arm to be raised.
Charlotte King Any final words for Lee Homicide.
Chris Phenomenal Two, BRING IT
In that regard Chris Phenomenal walks off camera, fully focused and ready to compete.
(OOC: Apologies for the length but I got nothin’ left this weekend)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:07:20 GMT -5
Match 6: Chris Phenomenal vs. Lee Homicide (Credit: Chris P / TK) ===================== Lee Homicide Vs. Chris Phenomenal
Credit: Chris Phenomenal and Thunderkiss ===================== Jones: Ladies and Gentleman the following is a non title contest, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York. Tonight he weighs in at one hundred and seventy pounds and stands five feet, ten inches tall. Notorious one-three-three… LEE HOMICIDE!!! Lights cut to black as a thick fog begins billowing up around the entrance. Some faraway old-school Chinese instrumentals ring sharply through the air until it’s suddenly cut by a thunderous yell of... N.Y. TILL I DIE! [/size][/font][/center] With that, the funky, upbeat intro to “Come Original” by 311 hits as a cascade of pyro shoots up from the stage. A lone spotlight shines on the entryway, but there’s no one to be found there. Eventually, the spotlight begins scanning the audience, searching for the man of the hour. After a brief survey of the scene, it finally settles on Lee Homicide. He kneels on one knee with his head hung low in reverence. After a brief silent moment to himself, Lee flicks his hood back to his face, then bursts up onto his feet and starts his march toward the ring. As he wades through the scrum of fans, they offer him plenty of slaps on the back. When Lee reaches the barricade, he hops over and then slides into the ring. He settles into his corner, making sure to give his dogtags a kiss for good luck as he awaits the bell. Jones: and his opponent tonight he weighs in at two hundred and sixty five pounds. Standing six feet, seven inches. Hailing from Harlem, New York, he is the ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION, the Harlem Superman, CHRIS PHENOMENAL!!! McNally: It’ll be interesting to see how exactly the head injury of Chris Phenomenal comes into play, even with his reassurances that he’s in perfect shape. Simply Phenomenal begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back. He begins his descent to the arena slowly bobbing to the beat of the music. Reaching the foot of the ring Chris pauses and raises his head looking at the ring before exploding up onto the canvas. He ducks into the ring and walks towards his corner, firing a few punches in the air. He removes the un needed accessories and waits in his corner for the bell. McNally: These two have been at each others throats, almost since the day they got here. Edison: You can say what you want about a lot of the rivalries we’ve seen over the years, but what these two have accomplished right off the hop, and the hatred they share for each other has yet to be seen. Carter Donovan makes sure both men are ready before calling for the bell. *Ding Ding* With the sound of the bell as there call to arms Chris and Lee come out of their corners and begin circling each other, Chris trying to force Lee into a corner while Lee tries to stay away from the big man. Lee starts out well, connecting with a few leg kicks and ducking out of the way before Chris can get a hold of him. Eventually Chris is able to grab hold of Lee and puts him into a side head lock, wrenching it in tight trying to where Lee out early on in the match. Lee tries to back out and manages to create enough slack so he is able to push Chris off and into the ropes, Chris comes off the rebound though and uses his size advantage with a vicious shoulder block that sends Lee staggering back. Chris waists no time in going after the smaller man taking it to him with a knee lift that doubles him over. Chris takes Lee down with a cravate and locks in a reverse chinlock, slowing the match down and not allowing Lee to use his speed advantage. Chris pulls back on the neck of Lee, digging his knee into the spine to inflict some extra damage. Lee takes his time, slowly working his way to his feet displaying incredible core strength, and then taking Chris down with a snapmere to break the hold. Lee isn’t finished with his offence however as he chops the back of CP, more as a mocking blow but the round house kick that follows isn’t as Chris Phenomenal falls onto his back and Lee presses his shoulders down, Carter Donovan sliding into position. …1 NO! A simple kick isn’t going to keep Chris Phenomenal down for long as he easily gets the shoulder up. McNally: Excellent back and forth wrestling from these two. Edison: They’re so evenly matched and yet have different styles that it’s amazing to watch them try and tear a new one in each other. Lee Homicide pulls Chris to his feet but his short spiked hair and connects with a right hand to the skull but Chris comes back with a shot of his own, and then a poke to the eye. Donovan jumps and gets in the face of Chris Phenomenal who simply brushes by him and takes Lee down with his Ippon Seionage, and locks Lee in a another reverse chin lock, again trying to keep Lee Homicide from going on any type of roll. Lee works his way to his feet and this time Chris isn’t going to be caught off guard, swivelling his hips and dropping down to his knees bringing Lee with him as he connects with an inverted backbreaker. Lee pops up to his feet clutching his back as Chris is up, quick as a cat and connects with a running elbow smash to the face that knocks Lee onto the canvas. Chris continues the momentum, hit’s the ropes and connects with a running senton splash onto Lee’s sternum before grabbing hold of the leg of Lee forcing Carter Donovan to count the fall. …1 NO! It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep Lee down as he throws his shoulder up to break the count. McNally: Impressive move their by Chris Phenomenal. Chris grabs Lee and pulls him up and whips him into the corner and tries to follow him in with a corner clothesline but Lee ducks out of the way, jumping through the second ropes to avoid the move, before coming back in with a reverse Ace Crusher on Chris, targeting the already injured head. Chris lands in the corner and rolls out of the ring to try and regroup as well as clear the stars out of his vision. Lee Homicide however is not going to give him any reprieve as he ducks out of the ring and attacks Chris from behind with a forearm as Donovan begins to count them out. Lee gets a few more shots in before Chris rolls into the ring, breaking the count at five as Lee Homicide is right behind him. The split second extra Chris had in the ring however pays off as Chris is able to connect with a right hand, then a left, another right and finally a discus right that floors Lee Homicide. Chris goes for the quick cover but it doesn’t even garner a one count from Carter Donovan. Chris immediately transitions from the pin attempt to a side headlock, his strategy becoming blatantly obvious that he is seeking to wear Lee Homicide out and to protect his head as much as possible. Lee is slower to fight out of the hold this time, and Chris isn’t going to let him out easily, switching the head lock onto a shoulder claw, before taking control of the arm of Lee Homicide with a hammerlock. Some pretty chain wrestling ensues with Chris stepping through his hammerlock to put some torque on the shoulder of Lee Homicide. Lee however rolls through the hold then steps outside the far leg of Chris Phenomenal reversing the pressure onto him. Chris is stuck for a moment but then trips up Lee Homicide from behind and does a backwards roll as he does, now putting the pressure back onto Lee Homicide and having him in a straightjacket position as he rolls to his feet and delivers an impressive Aztec Suplex, holding Lee down for the count …1 …2 NO! The Lee Homicide was able to pry one of his arms free, thus popping his shoulder off the canvas McNally: For two men not known for their technical acumen that was quite the display of wrestling Eddie. Edison: I expect their to be a few things we haven’t seen before in this match with both men trying to one up the other.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:08:32 GMT -5
Lee rolled back out and got to his feet as soon as Chris did and came with a swift chop before whipping Chris into the ropes and quickly hitting him with a clothesline on the rebound. Chris is quick to his feet but Lee catches him with an inverted atomic drop and then a running calf kick before taking a book out TK’s and Chris Phenomenals book and catching him with a senton splash and covering Chris. …1 …2 NO! Chris kicks out, the match continuing it’s back and forth symmetrical path. Lee gets to his feet but Chris is struggling, despite the lack of impact to his head he doesn’t look stable on his feet, almost stumbling through the ropes before catching his balance. Lee Homicide grins as he lines Chris up for the D.U.D but Chris has played him, ducking the kick which in turn connects with Carter Donovan, knocking him out cold and giving Chris the advantage as he picks Lee Homicide up and marches him over to the corner before locking him into a tree of woe, and crossing the legs around the turnbuckle to prevent Lee from escaping. Chris checks on Carter Donovan still down before charging across the ring and connecting with his infamous C-P KNEE, busting the balls of Lee Homicide.
Edison: Chris Phenomenal playing with what he’s got, catching Lee Homicide off his guard.
McNally: And then resorting to a blatant act of cheating to gain the upper hand.
Chris isn’t done with the illegal tactics as he slides out of the ring and begins to pull back on the arms of Lee Homicide, trying to bend him in two around the turnbuckle pads as slowly Carter Donovan is getting to his feet, and Chris Phenomenal slides back into the ring and un ties Lee Homicide from the turnbuckle giving him a face wash with his boot for the trouble, as he falls down right near the turnbuckle as Carter Donovan is finely to his feet, none the wiser as to what has occurred. Chris grabs a hold of the legs of Lee Homicide and begins to line him up with the bottom turnbuckle, looking for his devastating slingshot into the bottom turnbuckle. Lee isn’t going to give in without a fight, bringing his feet into the chest of Chris Phenomenal and as he bends over to try and regain his hold Lee reaches up and monkey flips Chris Phenomenal over the top rope to the floor below in an incredible spot, as the crowd pops.
McNally: I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.
Edison: Nor have I Max, Lee Homicide once again pulling something out of his bag of tricks.
Lee Homicide gets to his feet as Chris Phenomenal does on the outside stumbling towards the entrance ramp and that’s enough for Lee Homicide who connects with his 0 N, spring boarding off the top rope and take the head off of Chris with an incredible diving clothesline. Lee Homcide gets up and drops a bomb on Chris Phenomenal before grinning as Chris Phenomenal looks at him with loathing in his eyes. He’s quick to his feet and tries to take his head off with a right hand but Lee ducks and kicks him with a right foot. Chris tries to hit him with a left but Lee again ducks and connects with a left kick of his own. Finally Chris says enough is enough and charges Lee Homicide who ducks out of the way and connects with a drop toe hold, Chris going face first into the mat surrounding the ring. Lee Homicide ducks back into the ring to break the count at eight and then slides back out and delivers a few clubbing shots to the back of Chris Phenomenal before throwing him back into the ring, sliding in himself and then covering him with a lateral press. …1 …2 NO! With the ropes within reach Chris grabs a hold as Carter Donovan spies the hand as Lee Homicide shakes his head at not having forced Chris Phenomenal to extol some energy by kicking out.
McNally: Lee Homicide got Chris there, knowing he is not the most mentally sound competitor.
Edison: Chris however showed great ring awareness by grabbing hold of the bottom rope.
Lee gets to his feet and looks to take Chris down with another snapmere but Chris reverses it, instead taking the back of Lee Homicide and taking him down with a Greco roman style take down planting Lee on his chest with Chris on top in side control before rolling over the top in a modified crucifix pin …1 …2 NO! The technical wrestling acumen of Chris Phenomenal has improved greatly over the past few months, but not enough to keep Lee down for the count. Chris and Lee both get up at the same time and the match appears to be back to square one. The two circle each other, before engaging in a collar and elbow tie up, not the smartest move by Lee Homicide but it pays off as he is able to duck out and connect with a discus elbow smash that knocks Chris over as he immediately clutches his head as he rolls to the outside.
McNally: That shot appears to have really rocked Chris.
Edison: He’s taking a big risk wrestling this match with his concussion.
Lee waits on the inside waiting for Chris to come in but before he can he charges and knocks him back with a baseball slide and goes right after him with a couple of forearm smashes, before smashing Chris’ face into the ring apron and throwing him into the ring. Lee covers Chris and this time tucks in his arm closest to the ropes as Carter Donovan makes the count …1 …2 NO! Chris kicks out this time but the effects of the shots to the head he’s taken have really affected him as he staggers to his feet and Lee connects with a toe kick to the gut and then looks for his SICK ROLL but Chris counters it popping out and connecting with a wicked AA spine buster that sends the spine of Lee Homicide thundering through the canvas. Chris gets to his feet and looks ready to end this match as Lee staggers to his feet. Chris throws Lee into a hammerlock and looks to lift him up for the Superman DDT but Lee slides out the back putting Chris into a hammerlock of his own ready to connect with his SHATTERED HALO but Chris, putting incredible stress on his shoulder backs through it so he has back position and with one arm lifts Lee up and connects with a SPIKE BACKDROP DRIVER! Chris crawls over to Lee and makes the cover, hooking the leg of Lee Homicide as Carter Donovan slides into position
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McNally: This could be it Eddie.
…2
Edison: I think so too Max, Lee Homicide landing right on his neck there.
… … … NO! Lee Homicide managed to throw his shoulder off the canvas as Chris Phenomenal looked stunned.
McNally: This is unbelievable Max.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:09:00 GMT -5
Chris Phenomenal rolls to his feet and rubs his hands through his spiked hair and loses it, stomping Lee Homicide for all he is worth, only the threat of disqualification by Donovan after about ten shots causes him to back off and allow Lee to get to his feet. Lee stumbles out as Chris Phenomenal delivers a knee lift to the gut and then a clubbing blow to the back and then follows it up with a running knee lift to the face, using the mixed martial arts style of Lee Homicide against him. Chris turns away and decides he has some time to gloat, pointing at the fans and shouting something out. Chris turns around and gets in the face of Lee Homicide, who rolls him up with a small package. …1 …2 NO! The taunting of Chris Phenomenal almost cost him the match as he narrowly avoided the three count. Chris got to his feet a split second faster than Lee Homicide and looked to take him out with a clothesline but Lee Homicide ducked it and Chris hit the far ropes, on the rebound Lee hit the deck forcing Chris to leap over him and come off the ropes a second time, and this time Lee Homicide shows off his impressive leaping ability, going airborn over Chris Phenomenal who had tried to explode into a lariat attempt, and on the final rebound Lee was able to come back some offense of his own catching Chris with a massive T bone suplex, the added momentum allowing Lee to slam CP despite his near one hundred pound weight advantage. Lee held Chris down for the pin, the match possibly having come to a close. …1 …2 … … NO! This time it’s Chris Phenomenal’s turn to narrowly escape the jaws of defeat, rolling the shoulder up off the canvas at the last moment. Lee Homicide looks down at Chris Phenomenal and decides that enough is enough, stalking waiting for him to get to his feet. Chris gets their slowly and once he does Lee lifts him up, or tries to for the Starlight Extinction but instead Chris slides over the back, and lifts Lee up to his shoulders looking for the Carnage Cutter but it’s Lee’s turn to slip off the back and push Chris towards the ropes. Chris grabs on, not rebounding and as Lee charges looking to take him out with a clothesline Chris ducks and connects with a back body drop, Lee falling probably fifteen feet to the floor below as Chris looks on, and collapses in the ring.
McNally: What just happened to Chris Phenomenal, he just collapsed there.
Edison: I don’t know, this match might just be getting to him. He has taken some significant blows.
Both men are down for a few seconds before Chris slowly gets back to his feet, shaking his head trying to re oreientate himself as he looks back at Lee Homicide struggling to get to his feet. The match looks destined for a countout victory as Lee Homicide is just on a somewhat solid base at an eight count but it isn’t to be as Chris Phenomenal hit’s the far ropes and comes charging, leaping over the top rope and soaring with a suicide dive.
THWACK!!!
The suicide dive doesn’t connect as Chris is stopped in mid air by the feet of Lee Homicide, connecting with his D.U.D as Chris Phenomenal has to be out cold.
McNally: What a kick by Lee Homicide, that has to be the end of it for Chris Phenomenal.
Edison: Can Lee get Chris in the ring though to cover him though?
The answer to that question is yes however it takes a full nine count to get Chris into the ring, and then a few extra seconds to get him away from the ropes before finally Lee is able to hook the leg for the cover
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NO!!! Chris Phenomenal some how, some way, even though he still appears to be out cold manages to get the shoulder up, likely through reaction alone. Lee Homicide not believing it covers Chris Phenomenal again
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…NO! Again Chris Phenomenal rolls the shoulder up off the canvas, Lee Homicide running his hand’s across his head in disbelief as he gets up to his feet and waits for Chris, who smartly stumbles towards the corner instead of into the clutches of Lee Homicide. Lee is tired of waiting and goes right at Chris in the corner, unleasing a fury of strikes and kicks before switching Chris and looking to once again connect with a SHATTERED HALO, and again Chris blocks it, quite possibly having just lost his balance as he stumbled backwards and sandwiched Lee between himself and the corner forcing him to let go.
McNally: I don’t even think Chris is aware of what he is doing anymore.
Edison: It wouldn’t surprise me but he’s put on one hell of a show.
Chris turns around after Lee slaps his back and gives him a weak right for his troubles. Lee however delivers a knee to the gut and goes to the second rope looking to hit some kind of manoeuvre. Chris manages to break the grasp though and climbs to the second rope himself, unsteadily. Lee goes up to the third rope and Chris follows him as well delivering a right to the gut. Lee comes back with a right of his own as Chris almost falls back but manages to keep his balance, Lee looks to hit a right hand to finish it but Chris blocks it, grabbing a hold of Lee Homicide by the head and leaning back and bringing Lee down with him with a massive superplex both men down and out on impact.
McNally: I don’t know if Chris meant to do that but it worked, Lee Homicide is possibly out cold.
Edison: But so is Chris Phenomenal.
Carter Donovan looks at both men, and with them down is forced into doing only one thing, counting them out. Both his hands rise into the air, digits on each finger giving the count. At five both men begin to stir. At seven they are almost on their feet. At nine they both break the count. Each man is completely spent and are running on nothing but pure adrenaline. It all comes down to who wants it more, and as both men charge one another, that question is answered. Lee leaps upwards with a knee, CP with a punch. However, it is not any ordinary punch, oh no. It’s the SUPERMAN PUNCH. It collides a fraction of a second before Lee’s knee, knocking him flat onto his back. The momentum carries CP right on top of him, and before he knows it, he picks up the three count!
Philip: And the winner of the match, CHRISSSSSSS PHEEEEEEEENOMMMMENALLLL!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:09:29 GMT -5
Segment: Mutuality at its best (Credit: XS3/TK)
Though XS3 has already stated his intentions about departing ACW early on in the show, the night is not yet done for him. He still must go to war with Adrian Flamingo and make sure his return gets off to a rocky start. As XS3 continues to warm up for tonight, he pauses to reflect on his career once again. Amidst all the memories he's created and all the friendships he's had, one person sticks out in particular. His name is Thunderkiss. As XS3 carries on with his stretching, he looks back on all of it. All of the battles he's had, all the good times, all the bad times and especially, every waking day of being in the Entourage. XS3 sighs, content with everything that him and Thunderkiss have done to, in a way, revolutionize ACW. Lo and behold, XS3 looks up and finds Thunderkiss himself walking into his locker room. XS3 nods and gets to his feet, confronting his greatest rival.
Thunderkiss: So it all comes down to this, eh?
XS3 chuckles and affirms his departure to Thunderkiss, who looks rather nonchalant about the situation.
XS3: That's right, "Aiden". Ol' Irvine here is walking out on the sport he used to love so dearly so you never have to breathe the same air as me again. Rejoice.
XS3 stands tall and almost defiant to Thunderkiss, the man that stripped Christine Irvine in the middle of the ring. Thunderkiss knows that XS3 isn't going to be around in wrestling anymore so he needs to say something.
Thunderkiss: You know what? I could rejoice. I probably should and most likely will with the misses later tonight over some Tooty fucking Fruity, but not right now.
At that moment, XS3's jaw drops and he looks on in surprise.
XS3: Zuh?
Thunderkiss: Change, Irvine, change. I loath it. I like my world to be in perfect order. I want to know who hates me, who loves me and who doesn’t give a fuck either way. With you, I always knew where you were, until you put on that stupid Halloween mask. With that exception, I could always count on you to either provide me with lulz or pain, and now you’re going away. Aw, who the hell am I kidding, Irvine. I am not psychologist so I don’t know what the fuck I’m really trying to say, but I just know when you travel the road with someone for so many years and you beat the shit out them and them, you, it means something. You know? Either way, our time together, both good and bad, will be time I shall never forget. I can’t believe I am going to say this, but I’m going to miss you, man.
After Thunderkiss speaks those words, XS3 is taken aback, having expected taunts and condescending laughter to come his way. Instead, respect is thrown at him. XS3 regains composure of his thoughts and now takes his turn addressing his rival.
XS3: …wow. To be honest man, the feeling is entirely mutual. Whenever I talk about my days in the Entourage, I never truly mean ill will against it. Of all the stables I've been in, Entourage was my favorite. Was there ego issues? Probably. But I realize now that you helped me out when my career was on a down slope. My promos were all about destiny and being a family guy. You came in and helped spruce up the mundane. You made me more confident in my abilities and you were more of a friend than Jake Steele could ever dream of being. I guess what I'm trying to say is… I'm not mad at you for all the things that has happened between us.
Thunderkiss: Likewise. We are all just soldiers trying to win the war.
As he says those words, Thunderkiss slowly extends his hand out to XS3. A small silence falls over the moment but XS3 smiles warmly and accepts the handshake with seemingly no bad blood whatsoever. However, XS3 uses it to pull Thunderkiss in closer.
XS3: …just letting you know, I still think you have control issues.
Thunderkiss: Well, that’s certainly better than calling me a “self righteous prick” like our man Andy Starr said. And I still think you are stupid as hell for taking that cumdumpster back after she coated Durden with her spunk.
XS3: Very well then.
The two then back off and release from the token of unique respect. XS3 looks over at a clock and nods, walking past Thunderkiss and preparing to leave the room. He turns back to Thunderkiss and once again acknowledges him with a grin.
XS3: Well, it's time for me to go out in a blaze of glory. Good luck tonight. I hope that fraud understands the true meaning of karma.
Thunderkiss: Thanks. And try not to fail for once, okay Irvine? I mean, its Adrian Fucking Flamingo, for G’Sake. I’m getting sick of everyone bowing down when his highness decides to grace us with his presence, so knock him off his pedestal, alright?
XS3 flashes his familiar smirk at Thunderkiss.
XS3: You got it, "crackerjack".
And just like that, XS3 walks off to his last match in his career. Thunderkiss stands there for a second and soon remembers he has a match to prepare for. With no time to waste, Thunderkiss exits the room and prepares to do battle with his counterpart later on in the evening.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:10:19 GMT -5
By The Way (Credit: Flamingo)
[As the cameras opened up to one of the many concession stands at the arena. These sorts of services are usually set up the same way: same fridge, same grill, same popcorn popper, same everything else. Actually, there was a difference between this one and one of the dozens of others in the arena... this one had Mickey Flamingo in it. Actually, another huge difference was the mess that Mickey was slowly building as he hunted down some chip dip for his guest, Danny Mainer.]
Mickey Flamingo: Goddamn tater chip dip! Why tha hell is that shit so hard ta find?! We are in Itlee, goddamn it! How am I supposed ta find this shet?
[Large cans of nacho cheese, huge bags of popcorn kernels, and economy sized bags of hot dog buns were scattered throughout the stand. In fact, any passerby could easily assume that either a small tornado or tropical storm had touched down in the middle of the stand and laid waste to it as if it were a trailer park home in Kansas. As Mickey frantically looked through the cabinets, fully realizing that the longer he was in there the less time he would have with “all dem purty Eyetalyen womerns”, it became very apparent that he wasn't alone any more. Approaching him from behind was a young intern who worked in Gingerdude's office.]
Mickey Flamingo: What tha hell da yew want, boy? Can't ya see I'm busy here?!
[The young intern, full of cockiness and enthusiasm didn't step back from Mickey's gruff voice and irritation. Simply put, Gingerdude's plate was too full to deal with the shenanigans of the Flamingos and this young man wanted to impress the world. If that mean going toe-to-toe with one of the many irrational men on the roster then so be it.]
Intern: Good evening, Mickey. I'm here on behalf of Chairman Gingerdude tonight and he wanted to congratulate you on finding a loophole to your party situation. He said that if anyone got hurt or if any ACW property is damaged or stolen in anyway, it would be your ass on the line.
Mickey Flamingo: Oh? Is that so, boy? Tell me, did Ginga have anything else ta say?
[Mickey seemed amused by the little man's bravery. By no means was Mickey a tough, imposing figure, but he had five Corona's in his system and that tended to make him a bit meaner than usual. It figured Gingerdude wouldn't be happy with him turning most of the ACW backstage hallway into a party for the fans... but he also knew that he wouldn't send a messenger unless there was other news to talk about.]
Intern: Actually, yes, sir. Chairman Gingerdude wanted me to remind you and your nephew that you have to hold up your side of the deal or Adrian's contract would be void again and you both would be out of the job.
Mickey Flamingo: Listen here, I told 'im and now I'm gunna tell yew... Addie don't need any “outside” help. I've been around tha boy since he got fired and he's been fine. He went ta therapy, he spent tha 72 hours in observation and guess what? Everyone said he was fine. Hell, we brought Ginga proof from four different Docs who all said tha same goddamn thing... Addie is fine! Why tha hell can't Ginga get that through his goddamn head?
[This was all incredibly true. Adrian had been rehabilitated and since being fired has shown no signs of the crazed behavior that he is perhaps best known for. In fact, Adrian had been in counseling for the past three months before tonight at the request of Gingerdude to prove that he was mentally competent to handle the stress of being on the active roster. However, Gingerdude wouldn't be happy until Adrian agreed to continue seeing counseling for an indefinite time period until Gingerdude was comfortable with his presence in the company... something The Flamingos reluctantly agreed to be a part of.]
Intern: Sir, it isn't my place to question the judgment of Chairman Gingerdude... but could it do with the fact that the last time anyone saw Adrian while he was on the active roster, he was trying to permanently destroy BK London's career? You can't tell me that the man was an erratic, overemotional timebomb!
Mickey Flamingo: ... nope, I guess I can't tell yew that he weren't.
[Mickey's fists clenched as he absorbed the younger man's words. Maybe it was his nature... maybe it was the alcohol... but Mickey swung wide with his right hand and showed the little man why he was one of the best barroom brawlers in West Virginia. The little man easily went down like one of those bags of popcorn kernels and without so much as blinking, Mickey gave him an extra kick in the gut for good luck.]
Mickey Flamingo: Like I said, I can't tell yew that Addie wasn't out of his gord... but I can tell yew that we don't let people talk bad about our blood where I come from! Now, where tha hell am I gunna find some damn tater chip dip!
[Fade.]
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