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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 15:53:04 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 25th May 2009
Schedule of Matches:
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Davey Dickinson Vs. Jack Jefferson
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Hitman of the Gods Vs. Rattlesnake
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Vortex Vs. Andrew Starr
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ACW Tag Team Championships Road Steelers vs. Jonny Spade and Rawt
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The Senator vs. Adrian Flamingo
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 15:53:35 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Rest Bite? Think Again Dan White We've not heard much from the Welsh Dragon, ever since his defeat to Dave Shadow at Spring Into Hell 2009. And it's a rather curious case. You would think that the man would want to make a big scene, and make a conscious attempt to make it to Omega Effect V. After all, last year the Welshman decided to dub himself as “Mr. Omega Effect”, and yet to go from that to not even featuring on the card of ACW's biggest show would be a major step backwards, not only in his career but in his life. So are we ever going to hear from the great man?
Well, it's a day before the show, and the camera fades in to his penthouse apartment on ACW Island. Whilst it may have been a tough tour, of which he spent the majority of it trailing the path of ACW, in an attempt to make himself heard towards the Chairman. So he's going to be glad to be home, with Jo, the mother of their daughter Carla, and James, his 13 year old son. Dan's relaxing on his leather couch, as off-camera Jo breastfeeds Carla.Dan White: You know, I really don't know whether or not I'm happy that I don't have a job anymore. Jo looks up, sighingJo: Yeah, but Dan...there's no income coming into this house. We're in an economic recession and while I'd love to go out and get a job... She looks at their daughter.Jo: I'm looking after our daughter and your son. Dan White: Noo lass, divven't be concerned. I've got plenty of money and plenty of bookings around the world. Hell, my agent has told me that I've had multi-million pound deals coming in from Japan! Me, in Japan! I'm gonna have it made, lass! Dan's enthusiasm may be promising, but Jo rolls her eyes, shaking her head from side to side.Jo: But Dan...what about ACW and all that? I mean I know you're badmouthing Gingerdude and Dave Shadow, but think about it, Dan. And I mean really think about it. You love that place. You love those fans. And you loved the fact that you, after five years, were and probably are still one of the top dogs there. You know fine well that you can negotiate another deal there, and get the big contract you deserve! Dan looks down, and this time it is his turn to shake his head, as he places his hands on his hips.Dan White: Listen, Jo. I love the way that you're always trying to fill me with confidence and that, but I just do not see that happening. I don't think I can deal with the management at that place. I've been screwed over more times than a rechargeable lightbulb- Jo: Interrupting -They don't exist- Dan White: -I know. But I've been screwed over enough by that company. And yeah, you said it right. I love that company and I love that crowd, and I love being top dog. But it ain't no fun when this dog is getting stomped on be a fucking elephant every week! It's not bloody fair, it's not. Jo: Yeah, well it's better than complaining to me every bloody day about it. Now get off your ass and get your job back! The Churchill-esque speech echoes through Dan's ears, and his eyes widen; it's exactly the words he needed to hear. He knows what he has to do now. He-Dan White: I gotta pee. ...Okay, maybe not.Jo: Eww. Go. And don't leave the toilet seat up. Domesticated life has perhaps come as a struggle to Dan, but he seems to have gotten used to it, as he goes into his bathroom, shutting the door. Impressively, he has a urinal in his own house. How bloody cool is that?! I want to be Dan White when I grow up. Hey, hang on, that might actually happen! I AM Dan White! Well, not the black, dreadlocked, father that this Dan White is. But still, a urinal in his own bathroom. That's bloody awesome.
Well it is, until the lights go out. Several expletives are heard, and the spray of piss most certainly didn't hit the urinal. It's completely pitch black, and we are greeted with a familiar voice...Voice: Long time no speak. Dan White: Fucking shitbag! I knew this was you, you arsehole! Voice: Heh heh, well, I wouldn't want you to expect me coming. It ruins half the fun. Dan White: What, like me pissing all over myself? What's your deal with catching me when I go to the john anyways? Voice: It's where I can catch you at your most vulnerable, Dan. So I can have you in my grasp... The sound of quick movement is heard, as Dan is probably moving his arms about. We don't know, it's pitch black.Dan White: Dude, you fucking try to start something... Voice: Oh, Dan, I'm shocked and saddened that you have the assumption that I want to hurt you. You see, Dan, I don't think you want to go back to ACW. And I think your little piece there is right. Dan White: ...You mean Jo? Voice: Mhmm. Dan White: What the hell does she know? I mean I like the girl and all but she knows jack shit about work. I mean hell, I only met her cos she was working the dead shift at a hotel bar! Voice: Mhmm. Dan White: Stop doing that. Voice: I think you're under-estimating her, Dan. And have I ever wronged you in the past? Dan White: Well...no...but you haven't exactly benefited me in any way at all whatsoever. Voice: Heh heh, well that time will come...but for now, I think you should listen to the lady. ACW are back in the ACW Arena tomorrow. There's still time... The voice fades out, and the lights come back on. As ever, Dan looks around, hoping to catch the voice, but once again he fails. Who could this voice be? It's a familiar voice, but one that you can't quite place your finger on. We'll just have to wait another day, as Dan exits the bathroom, and takes a look at Jo.Dan White: ...Well, I've decided to take your advice and I'm going to the arena tomorrow. With a large grin on her face, Jo responds.Jo: Oh, that's brilliant! I knew I'd be able to convince you. He's almost ready to correct her, but on the other hand, he'd rather not let her know that he hears weird voices in the dark, and in a bathroom.Dan White: Heh, what can I say... He then goes into his bedroom, as Jo begins to play with little baby Carla. As Dan grabs his gym bag, it feels like Warfare is going to get a little more exciting...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 15:54:16 GMT -5
Looking Over Your Shoulder Jack Jefferson / Dan White
The engine of Jack Jefferson’s jet black Shelby GT500KR roars loudly as he pulls away from the lights at great speed. Jefferson smiles inwardly, enjoying leaving everyone else for dead. His smile fades as he looks in his rear-view mirror and spies the Red Dodge Ram he thought he’d left behind. He squints to get a look at the driver, who wears a pair of aviator sunglasses, and concludes that this is in fact the very same truck that has been behind him since shortly after leaving his home.
The sight of the bright red truck fills Jefferson with dread, believing it to be an employee of Big Terry, and he decides he’s going to find out for certain whether or not he’s being followed. Suddenly, he wrenches on his steering wheel and turns abruptly into a side street, cutting across oncoming traffic as his tyres squeal. Many honk their horns at him with indignation but he pays little attention as he comes to a screeching halt, his eyes firmly fixed on his rear-view mirror. He breathes a sigh of relief, sinking into his bucket seat, as he sees the Dodge Ram continue along the street without making any sharp turns.
The smile returns once more to Jefferson’s face as he revs his engine and continues on his way. This new route he’s made for himself adds some extra time onto his journey but it isn’t long before Jefferson is pulling into the car park at the ACW Arena. Most of the spots have been taken so Jefferson has to settle for one further away from the entrance than he’d like. He doesn’t seem to mind as he whistles to himself whilst he turns off the engine and gets out of his car.
He continues to whistle a happy tune as he makes his way round to the boot of the car, popping it open and hauling out his sports bag. He slams the boot down and the whistling stops abruptly as something big, red and truck shaped catches his eye. In an instant Jefferson’s cheery demeanour changes, his back straightening, his breathing becoming deeper and he begins to look around nervously. He takes a deep breath, assuring himself that the Dodge Ram can’t possibly belong to who he thinks it does. It’s probably some new guy; it’s always some new guy.
He makes his way towards the entrance, trying to look more relaxed but his eyes are still evidently darting about nervously. His pace slows as he hears footsteps behind him and he listens intently as they get closer. He spins around as a hand is placed on his shoulder, dropping his bag and putting up his fists.
Jefferson: Oh...it’s just you!
Jefferson looks slightly embarrassed as he bends down to pick up his bag after realising the owner of the hand was none other than Dan White, to a sizeable pop from the crowd. It seems like the Welsh Dragon was a man of his word when he said he'd turn up.
Dan White:Christ pal, you’re a jumpy fucker today. What’s wrong with you?
Jefferson smiles weakly as he replies.
Jefferson: Oh, it’s nothing.
Dan White: Hahaha, what a pussy you really are, looking scared shitless over nothing! Jesus, hope you don’t piss yourself during your match!
Jefferson laughs weakly as Dan chuckles at his own joke, slapping Jefferson on the back as he does so.
Dan White: Now, as you know I'm not meant to be here. But I gotta get into the building somehow. Do you think that I could pretend to be someone else and come here as your bag boy, or something?
Jefferson: Haha, sure thing.
Jefferson tosses his bag to Dan, and with a "hmph" he grabs it, swinging it over his shoulder. He then follows Jefferson into the arena, hoping that he won't be recognised.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 15:57:17 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 3: The Untouchables... Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] August 16th, 2008Tommy: Andrew….Andrew…. Andrew!Huh, what?Tommy: How was that verse? Jamol is gonna knock ‘em dead right? Sorry man, I wasn’t listening.I didn’t really need to tell him that I was listening, all four of them know that I am not really paying attention. I am still in the car, but the other four got out and are warming up for the battle on the sidewalk across from the Warehouse, which is where it is held. Surprisingly, at one point it was an actual warehouse and wasn’t just given that name because it sounds cool. What was I talking about? Oh right, not paying attention, right. It’s not like I am spacing either, I’m umm….checking out the competition.
Across the street in the Warehouse parking lot, a good size group has surrounded a much nicer car than Chill’s. A black guy stands on the car, rapping to the crowd. On one side, another black guy, this time Big P’s size but with more muscle and less fat, stands with his arms crossed staring off into the distance, probably at us. And on the other side, there is a white guy flirting with his white girlfriend. These three guys and their several lackies make up the Untouchables. I wouldn’t really call them a gang, because there is never any big violence or drug related shit or turf wars or whatever. They are just a group of guys trying to make it in the Detroit underground rap scene. Like us. But unlike us, they tend to win. It’s a shame they are so fucking wack. Jamol: Mang, look at Present ova there, preachin’ and shit. I look back over to see that the white guy has jumped on the car now. That’s Present Tense, known simply as Present, and he is the leader of the Untouchables. Yeah, crazy how a white kid leads the most powerful underground rap group in Detroit, but when you win, people tend to flock around you. I don’t know how this battle shit works, but apparently he is good. I don’t see how people don’t get that his name is a direct rip off from Future from 8 Mile. I mean everyone who lives in Detroit has seen that movie. Whatever, I have more important things to worry about. Big P: Yo Black, stop thinking about what you can't have and help out. These guys know me too well. Nicole Valentino, the girl who was locking lips with Present a minute ago. It is almost like the love story in Spider Man. They live really close, but Spider Man can never get her because she is always with dicks. Well, same thing; she lives in the same trailer park as Tommy and me. And let me tell you, she is a beauty. The first thing guys notice about her is her ass, but she is more than just the short shorts she is wearing. She’s got it all. Perfect height, figure, bust, she’s got it all. I’ve been in love ever since I saw her, before she transformed into the woman she be-OW Chill: Snap out of it man! These guys definitely know me too well. I rub where Chill pinched me to make the pain go away and I watch Present and Nicole go into the Warehouse followed by the other two members of the Untouchables: BLANK and Bull. BLANK was the guy standing on the car first. He is like our Chill, the second string rapper., but Chill is a lot cooler than this dude. If he had a chance, BLANK would just make a permanent residence in Present’s ass. He probably isn’t even black, he just brown nosed so far and so much that it tinted his skin. Bull was the big muscular guy I mentioned. He is there me. But good thing for me that he is slow as ever, so I tend to have the upperhand. But occasionally he backs me into a corner or catches me trying to get around him. Jamol: Alright guys, it’s time. Chill: Fucking right! Tommy: Time to kick to Untouchable ass. Big P: Amen little Black. C’mon big Black. Shut up man, I’m coming.I get out of the car, put my arm around Tommy and the five of us walk across the street to the Warehouse. We walk around the clusterfuck trying to get into the front and go to the side door, where the Untouchables just enter. The bouncers knows us well and lets all five of us in and closes the door behind us. Show time.
Fade to black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 15:57:43 GMT -5
Shopping With an Ego in Mind Credit: Bryce and Rena[/center][/font] Bryce and his new image consultant Rena can be seen walking side by side in the local mall on ACW Island. With his usual flair Bryce appears to be aimlessly blabbering on about his greatness while Rena tries to ignore his egotistical ramblings and instead lead the way to where they are heading. Suddenly, Rena comes to a stop outside a shop, though it takes Bryce several moments to realise this. He turns round to see Rena impatiently waiting outside a shop named "Armani". Bryce screws his forehead up as he looks at the clothes in the windows before reluctantly following Rena into the shop.Bryce: *Glancing around the shop* You can't be serious! Rena: The same could be said about your current outfit. Bryce continues to look displead while Rena quickens here pace to the men's section of the shop.Rena: *pulling a t-shirt off the rack* Here. Try this on. Bryce: It's pink. Rena: So? Bryce: I'm not gay. Rena: Do you want to look good or continue looking like a complete scrub? Bryce: It depends, what do I get for it? Bryce licks his bottom lip suggestively which infuriates Rena.Rena: Fine! Try this one instead. Bryce: I still don't see what's wrong with my threads at the moment! Besides, it was my charm and wit that got me into ACW not my look! Rena: Look do you want me to use my influence to help you out or not? There are plently of other people waiting for me to help them out instead! Bryce snickers to himself.Bryce: Well you do seem to have a bit of a reputation around the locker room... Rena: Agh, not in that way! Rena looks like she is about to explode as she slams the suit and suit and shirt she has picked out.Bryce: So I am I going to try this on alone or are you coming too? Bryce chucks though Rena doesn't find the funny side.Bryce: Oh come on Rena, mellow out girl! Bryce trots off to the nearby changing spaces, closing the curtain behind him. As he changes the focus returns to Rena.Rena: *under her breath* How did he become such an ass... Bryce: *shouting* What? Rena: Nothing. Hurry up we don't have long until we need to be at the arena. The curtain draws to the side to reveal Bryce in his new threads. He steps out and in true Bryce fashion spins around on the spot like some sort of superstar. Rena seems to disapprove of the showing off but approves seeing Bryce in a grey pinstripe suit.Bryce: What do you know, it doesn't look half bad when the right person is wearing it after all! Rena: *sighing* Are you going to just stand there and pose in the mirror all day or are we actually going to go pay for it? Bryce: Well, as amusing as that does sound I guess we better. Bryce takes one more pose before changing back into his old clothes and heading to the checkout. The scene ends with the Rena frustratingly leaving the store with Bryce in tow.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 15:58:25 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Capitalist Justice (Credit: Senator)
(Reminder: The incidents that occur in this segment are NOT seen on ACW television) Location: A bar on the outskirts of Washington D.C.
Richard Parris, former ACW employee and former associate of both Thunderkiss and Senator Steve Phillips in his time had made plenty of mistakes, and just as many enemies in his time. Looking to temporarily forget his current problems, Parris went to his preferred watering hole, one favored just as much for its out of the way location as for its rough atmosphere. Parris made many deals in the location, knowing it to be a fine place to meet with those with less than savory reputations, knowing the law to mostly be absent in the area, and finding that to be a decided positive...until today.
Parris: Hey Woody, toss me another cold one, can't you hurry up?
Bartender: I hope you didn't plan to drive anywhere tonight, at the rate you're putting them away.
Parris: I don't care what I do, between you and me, I'm in big trouble, but it's not my fault, honest. Let's just say that someone I hired did some bad things, and I got blamed for the whole rotten deal. It's not fair, really, it's just not fair! I do someone a favor, and just because things didn't work out perfectly, I not only don't get paid, but I get threatened! It's enough to...
??: Hah, look what I found here! Couldn't miss that hair anywhere!
Parris: Uhh...You're Kevin Fitsharris and Anthony Kalb, right? Why not sit down here and talk things over...drinks are on me, honest!
Kalb: Knew we'd find you here, too bad for your sake we're not planning on drinking...
Fitsharris: So says you, I'm not driving!
Parris: So, you're ok with...
Kalb: Judgment Day's come a bit early for you, Dick.
Fitsharris: Aww man, stop reminding me that you saw the movie and I didn't! That just puts me in a terminating mood!
Bartender: Look, if you've got a problem, take it outside, I've already had three fights and a knifing in this place last month, insurance is bad enough as it is.
Fitsharris: We'll pay for any damages...and if you throw in an extra bottle of Jack...
Bartender: If you must...I didn't see anything.
Parris: Hey, hey, we can all be friends here still, I have money, connections, I can...
Without another word, Kalb swings away with a massive right hand, knocking Parris off his barstool and onto the floor. The other patrons scatter around, while Fitsharris lunges forward, kicking Parris in the ribs, sending him rolling over into a table. The weasely individual jumps to his feet, with a stabbing pain in his side, and grabs a bottle off the table, brandishing it at the advancing Capitalists. Fitsharris makes the first move, running forward, and takes the bottle right on top of his head, but follows through, tackling Parris right over the top of the table, both men going head over heels in the process.
Kalb: You ok?
Fitsharris: Argh, you bastard!
Kevin Fitsharris, blood dripping from an open cut on top of his head, stands up, punching Richard Parris in his face, breaking his nose with a sloppy hook. At the same time, Kalb picks up a mug from the counter, and heads back to the action, dumping the contents over Parris's head before slamming him in the shoulder.
Fitsharris: The shoulder?
Kalb: I found better things to mess his head up with.
Anthony Kalb lifts the dazed Parris over the table, dragging him along the floor, feet dragging as the three head towards the pool table on the other side of the establishment.
Fitsharris: Oooh, I like this!
While Parris incoherently struggles, Fitsharris lifts the seven ball out of a pocket, tosses it in the air a few times, before emulating his idol Roger Clemens, and throws a fastball at Parris...only to hit Kalb's knee by accident.
Kalb: You moron! Stop goofing off! That could have damn near crippled me, come on, think for a moment!
Fitsharris: Maybe seven wasn't too lucky...
Fitsharris reaches in again, this time coming up with the eight ball, and sidearms it, sending the pool ball right into the side of Parris's head, instantly leaving a massive welt. Kalb motions with a bit of annoyance to Fitsharris, and drops Parris, picking up a pool stick. Fitsharris picks Parris back up in a full nelson, watching Kalb as he spins the object around a few times in his hand, before swinging and catching his target in the ribs, once, twice, three times, eliciting a sharp yell each time.
Kalb: Bossman's right, weapons just aren't as fun as fists can be. Keep holding him up!
Fitsharris continues to hold Parris on his feet as Kalb drops the pool stick, striking up a fighting stance, this time using his background as a former amateur boxer to deliver punishing blows to the ribs and then a frightening series of hooks and jabs to the face, opening up multiple cuts in the process. Kalb pauses for a moment before finishing with a straight right that sends blood spurting out from Parris's already broken nose. Kevin Fitsharris drops the battered Parris to the floor, before promptly delivering a snap leg drop to the back of his head. In a frenzy, Fitsharris stands up, grasping Kalb's discarded cue stick, and swings it down upon Parris's head, breaking the implement in half with the force of his swing.
Bartender: Look, if this keeps up, the cops will show up here, and none of us want that, ok?
Kalb: We're almost done.
Anthony Kalb rolls Parris back over, revealing a sight for sore eyes. The former ACW employee's hair is a blood-soaked mess, his face bruised and battered, with cuts on both cheekbones and above the right eye, his nose smashed in and bent to one side. Parris's blue dress shirt is no longer its original color, soaked with a disgusting blend of cheap beer and flowing blood. Kalb slaps the man in the face, getting a faint response, and as such, lifts him up, putting him in a rear facelock, hosting Parris's limp form in the air, feet hitting the ceiling before dropping him right down into a tombstone piledriver, cracking Parris's head on the floor with a definitive Adam Smith Driver.
Kalb: Now we're done.
Fitsharris: And here's a check that should cover the damages with a bit more.
Kalb: Damn, Fitsy, that's our entire paycheck for the month...but it had to be done. Can't believe we're going to get away with this, but if Parris goes to the law around here, boss's got a whole file's worth of misdeeds that could put the weasel away for a long time.
Kevin Fitsharris reaches up, gingerly rubbing the gash on the top of his head.
Fitsharris: Bossman said he'd make up the difference if we did the job...sheesh, that hurts.
Kalb: Not nearly as much as my knee does! Now let's get outta here, hardly a good idea to stick around for the ambulance.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 16:00:12 GMT -5
Generic Pre-Match Promo Time! Jack Jefferson
Charlotte King is facing the camera, microphone in hand, as we fade in which lets us know exactly what time it is – it’s time for someone to hype themselves up before a match! The person in question is Jack Jefferson, who walks into the frame moments after. Already in his ring gear, Jefferson looks focused and he cracks his neck whilst waiting for Charlotte to ask him the first question.
Charlotte: Tonight you face the Road Steelers’ own Davey Dickinson. How--
Before she can continue Jefferson cuts her off.
Jefferson: Blah blah fucking blah! Yes we all get it. In a few moments time I will be stepping into the ring with a man I have never faced before...Davey Dickinson! I’m sure you were just going to ask me how I rate my chances going into this match so I’ll tell you, plain and simple, Charlotte. I’m not scared of some pothead waster who spends his entire life baked! I’m gonna go to that ring and do what I do best, beat him down and get the 1, 2, 3!
Charlotte: Don’t you think you might be underestimating Davey Dickinson? After all, he’s a very accomplished in-ring competitor and you shouldn’t take him too lightly just because he likes to smoke.
Jefferson: Underestimate? Under-fucking-estimate?! Don’t you think that you might be underestimating Jack Jefferson?! You say he’s an accomplished in-ring competitor? Well whup-de-fucking-doo! So is everyone in this entire federation, they wouldn’t be here if they weren’t! The difference is I’m a cut above accomplished, I’m downright exceptional and I happen to find it insulting that you’d imply that I’d be beaten by some junkie who can barely string a fucking sentence together!
Charlotte: But--
Jefferson: No! No buts Charlotte! Let me put it this way – watch what I do to Davey in that ring then tell me “but”. Fucking amateur!
On that note Jefferson barges past Charlotte and storms off, leaving her looking confused about his temperament. She simply shrugs as she looks into the camera.
Charlotte: Well, it’s clear that Jack Jefferson is confident in his chances tonight. Up next he takes on Davey Dickinson...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 16:07:44 GMT -5
Match 1: Davey Dickinson Vs. Jack Jefferson (Credit: Jefferson) Jack Jefferson vs. “Blazin” Davey Dickinson Jack Jefferson
Time for the first match of the show and it’s between two men who are believed to have very bright futures in ACW. Relative newcomer Davey Dickinson has made quite the impact since joining ACW, especially when he became a member of the Road Steelers, and the other is Jack Jefferson which is me, so I’m biased...
Anyway, back to the topic at hand...the match. Jefferson made his way to the ring first to “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones and a barrage of boos. Davey’s reception was rather partisan but there was definitely more people behind him than against him as he and Sara Brooks made their way to the ring whilst “Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer played.
*Bell Rings*
The match started rather cautiously with both men trying to feel each other out. A lot of hold and counter hold took place as they both looked to gain some semblance of an advantage over each other. Davey took the initial advantage as he hits Jefferson with an Atomic Drop and follows it up with a Flying Elbow Smash and a lateral press. As Jefferson kicks out Davey goes for a Lionsault but isn’t able to hit it as Jefferson rolls out of the way. As Dickinson rises up Jefferson hits him with a Running Lariat, swiftly followed by a knee dropped on his head. He covers but Davey kicks out at 2.
Jefferson attempts to maintain control by lifting Davey up and driving his head into the mat and follows it up with a Trifecta of Moonsaults; the first from the bottom rope, the second from the middle and the final one from the top. He hooks the leg and counts along with the referee’s count, fully expecting to pick up the victory. He’s shocked and angry when Davey manages to kick out, the crowd cheer loudly at this. Leaping to his feet Jefferson gets in the ref’s face, counting 1, 2, 3 by slapping his hands together. This protesting allows Davey to gather his senses and he rolls the still-protesting Jefferson up with a schoolboy pin, it gets him a 2-count.
The crowd boo as Jefferson kicks out but he doesn’t seem to care about this. In fact he barely has time to care as Davey drops him with a Reverse DDT. He hits the Lionsault this time but it isn’t enough to put Jefferson, who once more kicks out at 2, away. The crowd cheer loudly as Davey signals towards the top rope, climbing up when he receives their approval. He takes to the air, rotating for The Cashed Bowl, but ends up crashing down into an empty piece of canvas as Jefferson rolls out of the way at the last second. Jefferson hauls the drowsy Davey to his feet and smashes him into the mat with a Blizzard Suplex, complete with bridge. This is enough to pick up the victory, something the crowd are extremely disapproving of and show this by showering boos down upon him as he celebrates.
Winner: Jack Jefferson
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 16:08:02 GMT -5
Segment: Duce are wilds (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene opens up to Charlotte standing infront of the camera with a microphone in hand.
Charlotte: Good evening everyone, at this time I would like to welcome Jonny Spade.
The crowd pops somewhat for the Canadian as he walks on camera without an expression on his face.
Charlotte: Jonny I am sure everybody wants to know, how is Gooey doing at this time?
Jonny: He isn’t looking all that good really Charlotte. The beating that he got at the pay per view really did a number on him. I was with him all week trying to help him recuperate because Gooey had suffered a bruised hip and a broken forearm that has him in a cast and a sling, along with a badly beaten face.
Charlotte: Oh my God!
Charlotte cringes a bit at the thought of it happening as she relives the moments from the ppv.
Jonny: My thoughts exactly. Even though Gooey might be down, he is definitely not out. He has passed word –--
??: Hey, let me say it.
Jonny looks off camera.
Jonny: You sure?
Gooey walks onto the camera to a major pop from the crowd even with his battered face.
Gooey: Definitely. My arm may be broken but my vocal cords definitely are not.
Jonny steps back and puts his hands up as to say that he givens him the floor to speak.
Jonny: Go ahead.
Gooey: As Jonny was going to say, it has been a while since I have competed in an ACW ring and I may have a some ring rust and forgotten a thing or two, but one thing that I did not forget to do is how to fight.
The crowd pops as they think they know what to expect.
Gooey: And while, Jonny thinks that this is a extremely bad idea; he will support me in this decision.
Jonny nods in agreement and Gooey sighs before he says it.
Gooey: I am issuing a challenge towards Mr. Willmington and his henchman to a Tag Team Parking Lot Brawl. I will wait for your answer on Thursday’s show.
The crowd pops huge for the announcement, and the two walk off stage as the scene fades with Charlotte smiling.
Its quite possible that the old Gooey is back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 16:09:02 GMT -5
Segment: The Pablo Crisis, Part 8: Curtains Down (Credit: Lee)
There comes a time in one’s life when one realizes what is it that makes their life worthwhile, what is it that gives their life meaning, and what is it that they hold dear to them. And when one realizes that, everything else won’t matter anymore, and changes will take place in one’s life to turn everything around.
Lee was tired of fighting, was tired of running, and was tired of everything he took up ever since he began to fight for Pablo. He finally decided to walk out, to get his life back together, to graduate and to finally grow up. He was still young, and can easily put all this behind him. If only Pablo would let him go quietly.
They were out in a restaurant, as Lee invited Pablo as well as Kanye, Fernando and Chris, with the excuse of this being a celebration night. The reality of this is that Lee wanted to let them now that he is going to quit, and feared that Pablo might not be too keen with hearing it. Never would he imagine the lengths Pablo would go to when Lee chose to walk out on him.
Lee: Right...ahem, I’ve got an announcement y’all.
Kanye: Word...listen to the host, haha.
They were all somewhat intoxicated, with Lee grinning slightly at the ridiculous look on Kanye’s face.
Lee: Yeah...well, y’all know that we came a long way...we’ve been through ups and downs, got our ass kicked...kicked our fair share of asses...
Fernando: That would be an understatement hahaha...
Lee: Haha, true. But my point is...we’ve been through a lot together, its like we are a family, ya know? So I just wanna thank Pablo, and all of y’all, for everything.
Pablo: No problems, I told all of Juu that Juu are like a son to me.
Lee: Yeah, and I appreciate it man, I really do. But just like everything else, sometimes people come and go. Some move on to other things...
Lee looked around at the other four, especially at Pablo, who now has a frown on his face.
Lee: What I’m sayin’ is...it’s been a helluva ride, and I accomplished a lot with all of y’all...but it’s time I move on, ya know? I got my whole life ahead of me and underground fighting ain’t really my thing no more. I wanna finish school, I wanna get back with my family...I am going to turn eighteen soon, I can’t be fucking around no more...so I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you, but this is the end of the road for me.
They all looked at Lee dumbfounded, not believing anything he just said.
Pablo: Please tell me this is a joke.
Lee: No, Pablo...it’s not a joke..
Pablo: It is MR. DEL SANTO to you!
Pablo never asked Lee to call him Mr. Del Santo, so Lee can definitely tell that he pushed a nerve. Pablo’s facial expression is deformed with apparent anger and loathing, as if he was just stabbed in the back by Lee when Lee told them he was done with all this.
Lee: Dawg...ya gotta understand, I never said I’d do this forever...
Pablo: Oh, so Juu thought this was charity? Juu thought Juu could waltz in, make some money and walk out? It doesn’t work like that ese. I invested too much – I put too much time and effort into Juu, ALL OF JUU, to just let Juu walk out like this. I MADE Juu!
Lee: Pablo...calm down, we’ll still be in touch man, I can still fight for you occasionally, you know..?
Pablo: No, I don’t know. I seriously recommend Juu to reconsider, Lee, or TRUST ME...y quiero decir todo que digo...Juu will regret it for the rest of Juu’r life.
Lee and Pablo stared at each other, almost as if they were looking at two distant strangers, as they never had a conversation such as this one. Shaking his head, Lee stood up, with a disappointed look on his face.
Lee: It doesn’t have to be this way, you know. But whatever...later y’all...I’m outta here.
Pablo: Juu will regret this, Lee. Juu will regret walking out on Pablo Del Santo.
Lee looked at him one last time, before walking away, not knowing that Pablo meant every word that he said. Lee would soon know what he meant, and even after seven long years, he would still have to pay for his actions on this fateful night.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 16:10:08 GMT -5
Segment: Elaborations and Explanations (Credit: TK, Senator)
The ACW audience, once firmly in the corner of Senator Steve Phillips have now roundly turned against the politician. Some might argue the cause to be the fickle nature of the masses, but the more reasonable might suggest that his actions as of late brought it on. In any case, as "Hail to the Chief" plays, and Phillips makes his way down to the ring, the crowd voices their extreme disapproval, remembering his role behind the Fake Aiden, and the more direct attack on Thunderkiss from Meltdown. The Senator takes the microphone, but waits a good half minute before speaking, as to dissipate the jeers and perhaps, annoy the fans a bit more.
The Senator: Well, well, well, that was quite the welcoming response, if I might say so myself! You people are so easy to manipulate. I break my body, not just in some of the best matches in the organization's history, but simply in the commute. I do not need to wrestle for the paycheck! I do not need to wrestle for fame! I have accomplished everything I set out to do, personally. In fact, I am here for your own express benefit! I wrestle here again to bring back a proper focus to ACW, to bring things back to the way they should be...and if my tactics have been unsavory, so be it. I cannot defeat the barbarians without descending to their level, but I do so with the advantage that I know what my goals are, and I will keep them in my mind as I continue on my path, my destiny!
Senator: Now, you people seem a bit confused here about the whole situation concerning a man named Dietrich Zane.
Suddenly, “God of Thunder” plays, as a riled up Thunderkiss dashes down to the ring, not looking for discussion, nuance or the finer points of debate. Before Phillips can so much as bail, TK slides under the ropes without care for mat burn, pops up, and throws a massive haymaker into the jaw of the Senator, sending him rolling backwards. Phillips stumbles to his feet, and before TK can unleash his fury in its fearsome entirety, the Senator brings his microphone back up, undamaged from the fall, and yells.
Senator: Stop! If you want to know anything, stop now! And if my answer is not satisfactory, punch away, by all means! There is a time and a place for fighting...
Thunderkiss: Oh? Well then, this looks like a good place and my watch says its five minutes past KICKING YOUR ASS! No more excuses, Phillips, only PAIN!
Senator: I offer none! Merely explanations and some information you might want!
Thunderkiss: The only information that I could possibly want right now is which direction must I bend your body to make your spine shoot out of your mouth, but come on, humor me. You're going to send the Capitalists in to attack me again, are you? In case you missed it, that would be a VERY bad idea.
Senator: Once again, I only offer words. Look, I will admit the obvious, I hate your guts, and you hate mine. When you forced me back into wrestling, I wanted my revenge, and I found someone else who had similar goals concerning yourself. I told him that I would pay him...
Thunderkiss: You paid Zane? If that's...
Senator: No! Zane is a psychotic freak. I will not tell you the name of the man I hired, but he is currently terminated from his last job. He was the one who hired Zane, and you do not need to know who he was. He was told to find someone who could exact revenge on you in a creative manner, someone with the ability to physically take care of himself. Obviously, my agent found an insane mercenary who deserves punishment.
Thunderkiss: Oh, you’ll tell me his name, Phillips. I can be very persuasive as you shall soon find out. Even you have your breaking point. First, you. Then your go between. Finally, Zane. You’ll all fall like dominos.
Senator: Look, you might find this hard to believe, but I hate Zane as much as you. The difference is, you have the time and freedom to hunt him down...and I have the resources to tell you exactly where he is.
Thunderkiss: I'm listening, but don't think you're off the hook, Phillips.
Senator: You shall head back to Europe, and that is where Dietrich Zane currently resides...if you check with Phillip Jones, I handed him a data disk with the directions and vital information on a super maximum security compound in Ireland. European justice is typically as slight as a slap on the wrist for the most heinous offences imaginable. I would attempt to extradite him myself, but I think you would be a better solution, if you understand what I am saying.
Thunderkiss: You know what, Steve? I’m letting you off the hook tonight. I’m going to force you to watch on as I DEMOLISH your little card house that you’ve built up over the past month. I promise you, Senator, you’ll hear EVERY scream. I promise you, Senator, you’ll feel EVERY broken bone. And when there is no one left to hide behind, I’ll be back, to finish the job. However, know this. If you're lying to me and this turns out to be a wild goose chase, the price you'll pay will be more than body harm.
The two stand at odds in the ring, but with a mutual goal in mind, their willingness to work together may very well overcome their animosity, for one more time.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 16:10:56 GMT -5
Segment: Who You Gonna Call? Ghostbusters! (Credit: Train and Hitman)
We open inside of the Road Steelers locker room. Train is by himself again and so he enjoys his alone time with a fresh piece of pizza. Train takes the first bite, which is the whole pizza, and feels a bit thirsty after the pizza. He gets up off the couch and goes to the Road Steelers fridge and opens it. Nothing, just empty wine bottles and beer cans. Damn that Andrew Starr. Train slams the fridge shut and goes over to the tap to get some TAAAAAAAAP water. He pulls the handle for cold and nothing. Damn, Gingerdude is a bitch. Train then decides that the next best thing would be to use the drinking fountain outside.
He leaves the locker room and makes his way down the hallway. He passes by a few people and waves. Train gets closer to the drinking fountain when Hitman passes by him. Hitman greets him with a friendly "Hey" and Train just nods. Train continues down the way whistling. He takes a sip of the water then quickly pulls his head up.
Thunder Train: WAIT WAIT WAIT a second. Hitman...he's dead....how the...HITMAN!
Train runs back in the direction from which he came and turns a corner. Hitman is seen talking to someone. Train rushes over to him.
Hitman: You okay? You look a little scared.
Thunder Train: H-Hitman?
Hitman: Yeah. It's me.
Thunder Train: But how? I mean....last summer....you died....
Hitman: Well, I didn't actually die. I was--
Thunder Train: Oh God. I eliminated you from Fallen Heroes last year. That was your last match. I was your last opponent. You have come back to haunt me. Oh God, oh GOD!
Hitman: You honestly think I'm a ghost? If I truly was a ghost, could I do this?
Hitman grabs Train's shoulders and begins shaking him wildly. Something that has never been done before.
Thunder Train: Wait a second, does that mean...OH GOD! I AM A GHOST TOO! A HEART ATTACK! I KNEW IT WAS COMING MAN!
Hitman: TRAIN! YOU ARE NOT A GHOST! I AM ALIVE AND WELL AND AM COMING FOR REVENGE ON YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Thunder Train: So are you one of those ghosts that can like go through the world from beyond and come back and interact with things here. Like Casper? Are you like the Casper of the Gods now?
Hitman: Oh what the... Train...
Thunder Train: This isn't happening. This can't be happening! I'm a nice person dammit, I don't deserve to be cursed like this! I don't deserve this! I don't know what you want Ghost Hitman, but just leave me alone.
Train runs away and takes a really long ass way around the ACW Backstage area. Hitman follows after him but takes a shortcut and ends up in front of him. Not the smartest thing to do.
Hitman: TRAIN!
Thunder Train: SEE YOU ARE A GHOST!
Hitman: Listen here. I don't have a problem with you as a competitor. That's why I supposedly passed the torch to you in the first place. What I do have a problem with is you running your mouth about how "you killed me" or how I was a failure. I don't take too kindly to people like you claiming to have killed me. I am alive and well and I want you in the ring. You get what I'm saying?
Thunder Train: I'M NOT GOING TO WRESTLE A GHOST AHHHHHHHHHH!
Train runs off, his arms flailing. Hitman facepalms at his running. Train hits some people and throws them in the direction of Hitman. Hitman takes a step forward to maybe go after Train to explain this, but thinks otherwise, good choice, and walks in the other direction going back to whatever it was he was doing.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 16:11:21 GMT -5
Segment: Stalked: LyCoS POV Credit: LyCoS The beast has found some time without his manager around, and what better to do than to hunt down the man who insulted him last week. He breathes heavily through his nose, sniffing, trying to catch a scent. He finds the scent he was looking for, cockiness. Andrew Black wreaked so much of cockiness, it was the best tool he had to track him down.LyCoS turns the corner and his eyes come upon his unsuspecting prey. It's time to strike and strike hard. He goes to make his move, however before he can he notices Chuck Evans walking up from the other corridor. He quickly stops his momentum and turns, knocking over a chair as he does this. Andrew Black lets out a yell and then turns to see the comotion. Lucky for the hunter, Black also catches a glimpse of Chuck and assumes he made the noise. LyCoS crouchs behind the wall and listens intently to their conversation. Chuck: Well, hello there Mr. Black.Black: Chuck. Where’s your pet? Did he get off his leash?Chuck: Ha ha, good one. He is a man of free will and will do as he pleases. But that probably isn’t that good for you.Black: Oh yeah. I probably should have put on my steak cologne either right? What’s he gonna do?Chuck: You did a pretty good job angering him last Thursday. Just watch your back. LyCoS is unpredictable.Black: Right. Well, if I find him, I better expect the reward money you promised me on the poster.LyCoS watches as Chuck walks away and Black heads to his locker room. Now is the time. He sneaks around the other hall and waits. Andrew gets to the door, obviously deep in thought, and that's when LyCoS strikes.CRACK! LyCoS drives Black into the wall hitting him so hard that Andrew collapses to the ground, hitting his head on the floor as well. LyCoS goes into an animalistic mode, circling Black's fallen body, kicking and punching as he does so. He kicks and kicks until he notices Black has his eyes closed and is balled up. He quickly retreats and get the chair he knocked over early. Sitting with chair he waits for several minutes. Finally, Black opens his eyes to look around and that's when he drives the chair across his skull.
He crawls over to Blacks prone buddy and notices the blood coming from his head. LyCoS gets some of the blood on his hands and draws a big "X" across his chest. He then lets out a sickening howl before retreating off screen.Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 16:13:17 GMT -5
Retro Segment: Alive Credit: Rena and Bryce[/center][/font] Friday, July 8, 2005 11:21:34 pm location: UNKNOWN ...: Big fucking two-oh tomorrow, huh? You excited? ...: *laughs* I dunno, I guess so. I won't feel much older. perhaps not at first, but as both of these people spoke it became clear it was both Rena and Bryce walking down the empty streets of an unknown neighbourhood. They had just passed a 24 hour convenience store and decided to get slushies to celebrate Rena's impending birthday. Both are considerably younger in age, and their personalities reflect that. After a few minutes, both Rena and Bryce leave Chan's Convenience with slushies in hand and laughter pouring from their mouths.Bryce: You should have asked him to say "broccorrrri" Rena: Nah, he's a nice guy! Sometimes he gives me free shit, so I'm not fucking that up. Bryce: Oh wow, Rena, the pervy Asian cashier gives you free things. You must be so proud. Rena: haha, what do you get for free? Bryce: uhhhh.... Rena: Exactly! You're just jealous. Bryce: *sarcastic* Caught me. Rena: *chuckling* Fuck you. As they are walking side by side, Rena reaches back with her leg and kicks his ass lightly, spilling her slushi immediately after.Rena: Oh, fuck! Bryce: Hey, that's what you get. It's karmic justice. Rena: Oh you don't even know how to spell karmic justice. Bryce: Fuck you, I do so! Rena: hahaha, then spell it. Bryce: c-a-r-m- Rena: HAHAHA NO! It's spelled with a K you idiot. Bryce: Whatever, I'm not in a fucking spelling bee. Rena: You're something else. Ugh, there's nothing left in the cup. Bryce: You're not having mine. Rena: I didn't want your shit! you put coke in it, and that's fucking sick. Bryce: mmmm no it's fucking good. Rena: Okay, so where are we going again. Bryce: I told you I'm not telling you. You'll find out when you get there. Rena: Jesus Christ, we've been walking for almost an hour. I'm wearing heels. Bryce: Well you should have put on running shoes. Rena: I don't own running shoes. Bryce: *laughs* Everyone wears running shoes! Rena: Not me. It's my thing. It's what I'll be famous for! Bryce: Or have to amputate your feet for. Rena: nu-uh. It's just I don't usually have to go on a fucking hike. Bryce: It's cool, we're almost there. Rena: WAIT! Bryce: What? Rena crouched down and rubbed her ankle. Bryce moved closer to her and bent down, looking at her.Bryce: You okay? with a smirk, Rena grabbed his slushi and threw it against a nearby wall. She laughed, running a small distance away from him.Bryce: What the fuck did you do that for? Rena: If I can't have a slushi, you can't either. Bryce: *laughs, shaking his head* you're a fucking bitch. Rena: Oh yeah? Bryce: Yeah, that's what you'll be famous for! Rena: *laughs* wanna know what you'll be famous for? Bryce: What? Rena: You'll be a big nerd. Bryce: Hey! I'm not a fucking nerd. Rena: Not yet, but I have high hopes for you *laughs* Bryce: Fuck that noise, I'll have huge ass muscles and get any girl I want. Rena: Oh yeah? Bryce: Yeah! Rena: We'll see about that. Bryce: *laughs* and we'll see if you have ankles after this walk. Stop. We're here. They stopped at a metal ladder handing from the side of a building. It was a ways up the bricked wall, but reachable from the ground.Rena: What? Bryce: uhhhh yes. Rena: I'm not fucking climbing up that ladder. First off, we're in a low income neighbourhood. The kiddies around here are so fucking poor that they go to KFC and lick other peoples fingers. That ladder could be dangerous. Bryce: Stop being a princess, you're climbing it. Rena: Fine, whatever. After just a few minutes, both of them were standing on the rooftop of the building which overlooked the entire city.Rena: Wow. Bryce: Now you see why I like it up here. Rena: It's gorgeous ... I feel so alive. Bryce: Yeah it's nice and quiet. I do a lot of thinking up here. Rena: Oh, yeah? What about? Bryce: I dunno, just stuff. Rena: Oh, I see. Hey, there's my apartment ... waaay over there. Bryce: Yeah, I can see mine too. BEEP BEEPRena: What's that? Bryce: My alarm. Rena: *laughs* you set a 'time to go home' alarm? Bryce: No, it's officially July 9. You're twenty. Rena: Awe, that's cute. You brought me up here for my birthday! You're such a good friend to me. Smiling, Rena throws her arms around Bryce's neck and hugs him for a few minutes. Suddenly, he pulls out a rectangular box with a fancy name engraved on it in gold. looking at it quizzically Rena slowly opened it, revealing a beautiful gold bracelet with a pearl charm. Rena gasped as Bryce placed it onto her delicate wrist.Rena: Oh, Bryce. No, take it back. Bryce: No, I wanted to. Rena: No, no ... this is too much. Bryce: Hey. It's- Rena: No, don't say 'it's what friends are for'. This is too much, even for friends. Bryce: Well, I- Rena: You won't take it back, I know. It's so beautiful. OH you are just the BEST friend ever! friend.[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 25, 2009 16:14:09 GMT -5
Segment: Finished with my woman cause she couldn't help me with my mind (Credit: Hitman)
Just a day removed from returning to Meltdown, Hitman of the Gods was currently sitting in his vehicle at the airport, rummaging through a bag of luggage. He was on his way to Athens, Greece to temporarily live in a place he had always dreamed of being in. In the passenger's side, his sister Kayla looked on intently as Hitman furrowed his brow, making sure all of his CD's were in tact.
Hitman: Motorhead... Metallica... Headstones... Sabbath... Yup, that should be it.
As Hitman zipped the bag up, Kayla looked up at him in confusion.
Kayla: Okay, so I'm confused... What exactly is the plan again?
Hitman: It's simple. You're staying here in Lethbridge until you get your diploma and then as soon as you do, I need you to come with me to Ahtens. We can't stay here.
Kayla: Tyler, I think you're getting paranoid.
Hitman: If you had experienced the pain I had gone through for ten months, you would be too.
Kayla: Point taken. But what about my friends?
Hitman: I'm sure you can catch up with them on your... Twitbook? Spaceopia? I dunno, never bothered getting into those sites.
As Kayla sighed softly out of exasperation, Hitman undid his seat belt and went to leave the vehicle. Before he could open the door, Kayla placed her hand on his lap and stopped him from leaving.
Kayla: Look, I know you're just trying to look out for the both of us. But you have to understand. Vince Amott is dead. He's not going to try and kill you. He's gone and you can start your life all over again. I'm urging you to think straight. I'll stay in Lethbridge and you can stay in Athens but I seriously think you need to be here. You just got home and you're already wanting to go to Europe again? Please, just use some common sense.
Hitman looked down at his sister Kayla. With every word she spoke, he could understand the situation and decided to stay for just a little bit longer to address her concerns.
Hitman: This time, I'll be going to Europe on my own accord though. But I can see why you would be concerned. Regardless, I need to alternate between Greece and ACW to get my head on straight. I promise I'll come back after you graduate. In the meantime, just stay out of trouble and if anyone comes after you, give me a call. Okay?
Kayla: I gotcha.
Hitman nodded and opened the door, heading over to the back door. As Kayla slipped into the driver's seat, she lowered the window and watched Hitman grab his bag from out of the backseat. Hitman then leaned in and gave her sister a small kiss on the cheek and a hug.
Hitman: All right, love you.
Kayla: Love you too. Be safe.
Hitman stood to his full vertical base and gave her a nod of assurement before tossing his bag over his shoulder and spinning around to go off and clear his head. As Kayla gave a soft smile, she placed her seatbelt on and began to drive away, hoping her brother would make the right call. As Hitman turned back briefly to watch his sister leave, he turned to face the airport. There was to be no last-minute decisions; this is what Hitman had to do in order to get his senses back on track.
Fade.
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