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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:22:38 GMT -5
Segment: Absence makes the heart grow fonder (Credit: AK)
Backstage in the labyrinthine corridors of ACW, in one of the spare dressing rooms, a somewhat concerned Alicia Laureano is pacing. Her match is due to take place in less than 10 minutes, and physically she is prepared; her ring gear tonight is a simple white cropped top and pants, since all her original clothes and costume are now no more than ashes. Her muscles feel limber; but her mind is not at ease. She keeps checking her cellphone, but still jumps a little when it rings. At once, she answers it.
Alicia: Darling! Where are you, I thought you were going to get here before the show started?...
A pause. The look of concern on her face grows.
Alicia: What do you mean, our babysitter had to cancel? We arranged this days ago.
Another pause.
Alicia: ....Her brother? A road accident? Well of course I understand, but... all the others said no, too? Have I missed some sort of big teenage social event today or something?
She frowns. Something’s not quite right about this.
Alicia: Well then, I guess.... pardon? No.
She snaps, a little more sharply than she intended, and at once feels bad.
Alicia: I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want our children anywhere near a place where I know he is. Yes, you stay there, and I’ll be home as soon as I’ve done what needs to be done. Alright? Yeah, I’ll try to. Thanks. Love you...
She rings off, hoping that her nervousness hasn’t carried over too much in her voice. Although Victor Laureano isn’t scheduled to appear, she’d intended to have him close by, for both their peace of mind. But things being what they are, she’ll just have to manage on her own. She recalls what Jason Freeman has previously said; but she places no trust whatsoever into his words.
She checks the clock on the wall. For now at least, Freeman will have to take a back seat in her list of priorities; this match will be an important test of where she’s got to in her training schedule, and she knows her opponent is just as determined to cement his own standing.
There’s been plenty of talking the talk of late; now, she must turn those words into actions, and show Freeman and everyone else that she means business.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:23:28 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 5 (Credit: Lee)
Lee smoking as Pete waters his lawn. Another one of those delighted giggles from Pete.
Lee: What?
Pete: Look.
Pete jerks his head toward the house across the street. An attractive young lady exits her white Audi.
Pete: Five bucks says she shoots your ass down. Again.
Lee exhales a puff of smoke.
Lee: Ten says I get a kiss.
Pete: Tongue?
Lee: Is there any other kind?
Lee offers up his hand.
Pete: You’re on, Romeo.
Pete shakes Lee’s hand.
The girl shuts the trunk while balancing a bag of groceries on her knee. Almost as if on cue, the bag goes toppling over, spilling out cans of soup and a bag of noodles.
Girl: Shit.
Lee saunters into the scene. She tilts her head as she regards him cautiously, as if he were a dangerous wild animal.
Girl: Lee?
Lee: Hey, Sam. What’s up?
Sammy: My God. When did you get out?
Lee: Day before yesterday.
Lee’s already run out of things to say, so he fills the silence by taking another drag of his cigarette as casually as possible, which is to say, not very casually at all.
Sammy: I don’t believe it.
Lee tries to read her face. No use, it’s a blank page. With all the possibilities for small talk dried up, Lee is forced to resort to the heavy stuff. What he really came here for.
Lee: I thought I’d try to make things cool between us.
Sammy doesn’t meet his gaze.
Lee: I never forgot about you, you know. You’re all I thought about the whole time I was--
Sammy: Just stop.
She heaves a sigh of resignation as she brushes a few errant strands of her raven black hair out of her face.
Sammy: I’ve missed you too, but it’s been so long. So much has changed. Have you even noticed?
Lee chuckles. Understatement of the year right there.
Lee: Yeah. I mean--
Sammy: Why didn’t you write me back?
Lee goes deathly quiet. No more easy answers left.
Lee: I missed you. I missed you a--
A deafening honk breaks the standstill. A guy with hair gelled to within an inch of its life and wearing comically large aviator sunglasses waves to Sammy from a red sports car.
Sammy: Like I said.
She finishes gathering up the spilled groceries, then places it on her car.
Sammy: A lot’s changed.
She makes her way over to the guy in the sports car.
Pete laughs smugly as Lee walks past.
Lee: Fuck yourself.
= = =
A brooding night descends upon LA. Palm trees sway serenely in the wind.
= = =
Lee washes more dishes. He throws the sponge into the sink full of soapy water with more aggression than the situation calls for. He reaches back for something else, only to knock over the stack of just-cleaned bowls. All Lee can do is look on helplessly as a near full night’s work goes tumbling down and shatter into fat, jagged shards.
Restaurant Manager: Hey, why are you so useless? Hurry up!
= = =
Lee wipes down a table. A group of rowdy teenage boys burst through the doors, their hauteur is damn near suffocating. A kid with a proudly preened soul patch and hair spiked like the tip of a flail addresses Lee.
Teenager #1: Hey, you!
Lee doesn’t bother to acknowledge him by looking at him.
Lee: What?
Teenager #1: Man, what you mean “what?” Don’t tell me you just gonna stand there. Get the fuck over here and take our fucking order.
Lee: I’m not a wa--
Teenager #1: Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you!
The soul-patched kid victoriously addresses his wildly guffawing posse.
Teenager #1: You believe this guy? ( to Lee ) Hey, come on, monkey boy. Chop, chop, motherfucker!
Lee hardly makes any effort to bottle the rage bubbling up inside him. He considers the fact that he might not stand much of a shot against three other guys, if only for a second. He turns defiantly toward his tormentors, then smashes the glass he was clutching down onto the floor.
Lee: Wanna repeat that, punk?
The teenager rises from his seat with characteristic bravado. And Lee’s about to learn exactly why.
Teenager #1: I don’t think I need to.
The boy raises up his shirt, then plucks a GLOCK out from the waistband of his khakis. Lee’s eyes immediately dart toward the weapon and once his gaze has settled, it doesn’t budge a bit. However, the look with which he regards it is not one of fear. It’s one of remembrance. Remembrance of some very bad things that have revolved around guns almost identical to the one being brandished against him now.
Teenager #1: You wanna fuck with me? Come on, then.
Lee stands stoically fixed to the ground. Deathly silent. Deathly still.
Teenager #1: That’s what I thought.
Another one of his friends, this one with hair groomed to a similar sickening degree and many metal rings hooped through his ears, stands up.
Teenager #2: Man, forget this idiot. Let’s go.
The leader of the pack continues to glower menacingly at Lee before finally deciding this squabble isn’t worth his time.
Teenager #1: Have fun cleaning your dishes, you worthless rat.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:32:51 GMT -5
Match 4: ASTONISHINGLY ATOMIC (aka No DQ) MATCH Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune vs. "Astonishing" Adrian Flamingo (Credit: AK)
We rejoin the scene at ringside to find the crowd cheering the entrance of one Adrian Flamingo. Flamingo has been somewhat enigmatic since returning – but there is no doubting that his status amongst the fans could barely be higher, and he is the consummate showman as he makes his way to the ring, accompanied by the tones of “Solid Gold” – a highly appropriate theme if ever there was one.
Flamingo poses on the ropes before entering. Awaiting him is Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune; even she clearly enjoys Flamingo’s theatrics. The crowd takes a little while to settle; they are intrigued to see what will happen when the two fan favourites meet. And with a No DQ stipulation,that could include pretty much anything...
Bell Rings.
The crowd is still cheering, but the sound of the bell is all it takes for Flamingo and AK to snap into focus, and the match immediately kicks off with a grapple. Flamingo has the superior strength, but the difference isn’t perhaps as great as one might expect; AK definitely looks to have worked on her upper body. Either that, or Helena and Riccardo are growing fast enough to form a sort of “lifting programme” all by themselves... nevertheless, Flamingo gets the best of the situation and produces a crisp Snap Suplex. AK rolls backward out of it to be on her feet as Flamingo throws himself against the ropes and accelerates; AK shows she’s lost none of her agility, jumping up and performing a handspring from Flamingo’s shoulders to clear him. Flamingo immediately slams on the brakes, twists, and clobbers his opponent with a kick to the ribs; he follows up with a closed-hand punch which is perfectly legal in this situation. AK staggers back, and Flamingo follows up by getting into position to deliver his wrist clutch suplex, which he bridges over for the first pin attempt of the night. AK rolls her hips to escape it at the two count, and is seen to very quickly scan the area around the ring, alert for any kind of sneak attack.
Flamingo astutely tries to use AK’s distraction to his advantage and moves in quickly; but AK’s vigilance causes her to register his movement, and she blocks his attempted strike, retaliating with a fierce kick to the gut. AK repeats this a couple of times and then hits a DDT; the sequences are simple, but sometimes starting out with the basics is the best way to build toward the more exciting action. She makes a cover and gets about 1.5; both are quickly back on their feet, and AK tries to whip Flamingo into the ropes, only for Flamingo to reverse the move. AK gains speed, hits the ropes and comes storming back; Flamingo blasts off of his own mark and correctly guesses that AK is going to “go high” again. He leaps, knee raised, and AK meets him in mid air and mid-rotation, spinning into a flying kick which connects with Flamingo’s shoulder. The spectacular clash brings both back down to the mat with a thump; the crowd whoops with excitement, and Flamingo, ever the showman, raises his arms and gets them going even more. AK chuckles, applauds, and then teaches Flamingo a brief lesson by turning on her speed and sliding behind her opponent, jumping up on his back and applying a chokehold. Flamingo tries to shake her off, and then gets a better idea; pooling his strength, he rushes at the ropes and performs his Flamingo Splash, throwing himself backward so that AK gets flattened between his own body weight and the mat. Flamingo stays in place for an impromptu pin and gets another 2 count before AK is able to kick him off.
Rising back to her feet, AK realises that she needs to pick up the pace. She sees that Flamingo has stood up close to the ring ropes, and without hesitating she dashes forward and uses a crossbody to knock the pair of them out of the ring. Looking to do some decent damage, she immediately rolls back into the ring, jumps up to the top rope, and busts out a nostalgic corkscrew moonsault on to Flamingo before he can rise. The crowd loves it, and several people lean forward in an attempt to get the best view; they have to retreat pretty quickly as Flamingo whips AK back against the barrier, and then delivers a blizzard of punches; AK gives as good as she gets, and spotting a rather chichi Gucci handbag rather unwisely left out by someone in the front row, she proceeds to whack Flamingo across the face with it. Flamingo staggers backward, ends up against the timekeeper’s table, and promptly hurls the ring bell in AK’s general direction. AK dodges it and jumps up on to the ring apron, runs along, and uses the extra height to launch into a massive dropkick. She connects with Flamingo in the chest, and the pair of them feel the effects as they both strike the guard railing. There’s no count-out rule, but AK decides she’s gained as much as she’s likely to on the outside, and slides back into the ring. Flamingo shakes the stars from his vision, and cracks his knuckles together as he follows in her tracks.
The final five minutes or so pass in a blur; Flamingo produces a tremendous cheer from the crowd with the Ghostbuster (Slingshot Brainbuster) and this is almost enough to net him the win. But AK gets her shoulder up at the last second; as much as she admires and respects Flamingo, she is acutely aware that to lose here would send precisely the wrong message to her current enemy. The thought of Freeman becoming any more confident spurs her; as Flamingo comes in and lifts her for the 1980 Flamingo Special, she thrashes, and drops back to the mat before he can execute the move.
Her foot comes up at rocket speed; she bears no malice toward Flamingo, but nevertheless her current, subsumed anger at Freeman translates into huge kinetic energy, and her EMP (R-15 Kick) hits with enough force to make Flamingo drop straight down. She dives in and covers, hooking the leg, 1....2....3-
Flamingo kicks out in an extraordinary display of toughness – but just a fraction too late. The win is, by a whisker, hers.
Philip: Here is your winner... Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
The crowd cheers, having thoroughly enjoyed the match. Flamingo rubs the side of his head; his performance has been extremely strong, and the crowd applauds as he takes a bow before vacating the ring. AK makes just a brief celebration, and is just about to leave the ring herself....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:36:04 GMT -5
Suddenly...the sound of a slow clapping is heard, and AK's music slowly fades. The crowd is momentarily confused, until they see Jason Freeman appearing on the Alphatron. They begin to boo him, as he continues to sarcastically applaud AK's victory. What could he have to say? Since the contract signing is tonight, it's likely that the world is finally about to find out what stipulation the match shall have. After all, it has to have already been decided on, and so what else could Freeman possibly have to talk about? AK looks up at him, although she is exhausted from her match.
Freeman: Well, congratulations. First one-on-one match back in the ring, and you've already got yourself a victory. Seemed a little close there, though, didn't it? Well, no matter. Atomic Kitsune, TONIGHT, we shall sign the contract to our match. So, of course, I will need to inform you of the stipuatlion. What a better time than now? I'll have you know I thought hard about it. It took me a while. I knew that eventually it would just hit me though. I knew it would just feel right...and it certainly did. There were just SO many possibilties...so many choices. For example...what if I had chosen a steel cage match?
The fans would certainly like to see what would happen if the two stepped inside a cage, but it seems that Freeman is merely speaking hypothetically. He doesnt seem to have any intention of having this match, and is merely stalling...keeping everybody in suspense. Perhaps he is merely just playing with everybody's minds...
Freeman: After all, throughout the history of our business, many long feuds have been settled in that steel structure. I would certainly love to grate your face against the cage wall like a block of cheese. But perhaps there are better options? How about a last man standing match? Where I can beat you down until you are unable to even stand up and answer the ten count...or...how about this one? A match I know well...because I defeated another ACW favorite in it...an I Quit match? That's right...I made one of the most tenacious superstars on the roster, Dan White, utter the words "I Quit." Should I do the same to you? To hear you say those words would certainly make my month...but no...I did not choose any of those options.
The crowd is a bit dissapointed. You see, Freeman may have been thinking about what he could do to AK in all of those matches, but the crowd was thinking about what AK could do to FREEMAN in those matches. And every one of those promised to be bloody, vicious, and intense. Every bloodthirsty ACW fan would have loved to see the two tear each other apart...provided of course, that Freeman was the more torn apart of the two, and that AK ended up on top. Freeman's decision however, has nothing to do with what the fans want. He cares nothing for what others desire. He cares nothing for what's best for the company. The choice that he has picked is the one that's the best for him.
Freeman: No AK, at Omega Effect, we will face each other...in---
A long pause, the crowd ready to react to whatever stipulation it might be...anticipating it.
Freeman: ---A SINGLES MATCH!
WOW! A SINGL - Wait, what? The crowd seems a bit confused for a second, and a murmor is heard. A singles match did he say? That was surely not what the fans had expected to hear from him. What about...his revenge? What about what he wanted to do to her? They had hoped to see AK tear Freeman apart but it seems now that that won't be happening, and most of the fans are dissapointed. AK seems to be taken aback. She was prepared for whatever Freeman threw at her, but this one is a surprise, and she wasn't expecting it at all. Freeman seems to know what she is thinking, and seems amused at the fact.
Freeman: Yes, that's right. And it's a decision I'm not making lightly. Why, you ask, would I do that? Didn't I want my revenge on you? Oh, yes, I do. What did you do to me? You took my Omega Effect moment away from me...you took my TITLE SHOT away from me. As a result, I am going to get the next best thing. At Omega Effect I will defeat a legend, not by beating her to a pulp, but yes, by straight-up out-wrestling her. I am going to beat you at YOUR game. I am going to get my revenge, by PROVING my dominance. These fans will witness their hero, Atomic Kitsune, get pinned...1...2...3. I am going to get the ultimate revenge, by forcing you to slink back into retirement...head hung low...realizing that the last thing you did for this company was elevate ME.
You will have made me a star, AK. I will get an Omega Effect moment greater than any title shot could ever give me. When it is all said and done, you will have given me the step up that I needed. Yes, by costing me my shot...you will give me a better one. THAT is why I have chosen that match. But, there will be time for words later. You look a little tired. Perhaps a bit of ring rust? I suggest you take your time backstage to rest. I shall see you soon tonight, AK. The contract will be signed. The match will be official. And now, I take my leave.
And the image of Freeman dissapears from the screen, leaving AK to take it all in. A singles match... well, it could have been a heck of a lot worse.
So why, she wonders, can she hear Egon saying, “This is bad, Ray” in her head?
Only time will tell...
Fade.
OOC: Post-match credit to AK and Freeman.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:36:28 GMT -5
Segment: Ice Cold Credit: Jake Steele
Tonight has been filled with twist and turns, ups and downs, and chaos galore. For one man though, chaos hasn‘t even truly, and judging by where he is now, it doesn’t seem to even be happening. Following what was at first thought to be a pure mocking of Thunderkiss, which actually turned into a brawl and attack on Danny Mainer, Jake Steele stands in the office of Gingerdude, hands still dirty from his last deed. Gingerdude sits down in his chair, staring across the desk at Steele, who sits back on the couch with his arm spread out and a very nonchalant look on his face as Gingerdude begins to speak with the champ, off the air.
Chairman Gingerdude: You do know why you’re here, right?
Jake Steele: I actually don’t. What, did Train smash another million dollar cake? Am I losing another fifty grand from my paycheck? You breakin’ my balls, Ginga’.
Chairman Gingerdude: Don’t get smart with me. You know very well why I called you here, and our encounter from last week has zero to do with that. You just went out there, and not only tried to have my Omega Effect V headlining match take place tonight, but you got into quite the scuffle with Danny Mainer.
Jake Steele: There was no 'scuffle'... I pretty much just knocked his punk ass out.
Chairman Gingerdude: That isn’t much better.
Jake Steele: Mainer thought it would be funny if his ass interrupted my challenge to get some laughs. Nah. I didn’t find dat funny. I had to reinforce just who I am in dis world, and Mainer had to remember why I am da World Champ, and he isn't. He lucky dat I only kneed him in da face.
Chairman Gingerdude: Well I didn’t find that to be…
Jake Steele: You didn’t find it to be what? Good for business? Thunderkiss attacked Davey, and left him for dead. You tell me how it’s good for business when one half of your tag team champions gets taken out.
Chairman Gingerdude: You can’t prove Thunderkiss was anywhere near Davey, we simply found him at the bottom of the stairs with burn marks in his face. You know I’ve heard potheads are very unstable people. Some kill for their addiction, mate. Plus, your tag team champions are under this “Steelers Rule” correct? Which means you can change who teams with who whenever you feel. Davey is somewhat of a loss to this federation, but he isn’t a star. Danny Mainer, whether I like him or not, is one of our most well known hooligans around here and I will not have you be attacking him, or anyone else simply because they upset you. You are our World Champion for now, and while you hold that title around your waist, I will not allow you to act so… immature. Please refrain yourself from causing another mess out there before one of your matches, or else I will take action. You have a match to go prepare for, and possibly a title to lose. Don’t let my door hit you on the way out.
Gingerdude clasps his hands together and he leans over the desk, looking to the door as if he is trying to make Steele get the hint. Steele only sits on the couch, glancing at his belt, then at Gingerdude with an very agitated expression. It can be seen in his eyes that he wants to jump over the desk and cause as much harm as possible to our Chairman, but Jake Steele knows better than that. He stands up from his seat, and picks up his world title, leaving without saying another word. Gingerdude watches as the door slams shut, and he begins smiling to himself as he knows he got his message across.
Chairman Gingerdude: Have a good day.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:37:14 GMT -5
Like a BAWSE! Jack Jefferson
The engine of Jack Jefferson’s jet black Shelby GT500KR roars loudly then falls silent as he pulls up outside a low-rent, seedy looking club. He looks apprehensive as he removes the key from the ignition and swings his door open. He nods to the bouncers as he walks past them and into the club, there’s no queue here to worry about. Inside the atmosphere is dark and dingy with poor quality pop music being played and a few rough-looking party goers swaying on the dance floor. Jefferson heads straight to the bar, where he signals to the barman that he would like a beer. He scowls as the barman hands him a Budweiser but he takes a long swig anyway.
He heads straight across to the VIP area now, highlighted by a tacky pink neon sign kicking out a dim glow. In front of the entrance stand two huge bouncers. Jefferson struts cockily across and goes to walk into the VIP area but a huge arm is stuck out to block his path. Jefferson sneers at the owner of the arm but he stares menacingly back, signalling someone from within the VIP area. Quick as a flash Tommy Fingers appears, confirming to the bouncers that Jefferson is indeed meant to be there.
Tommy: Glad you came. You made the right decision!
Jefferson: The only decision if I didn’t want you ruining all my stuff!
Tommy: You know that’s all just business, man.
Jefferson: Yeah, sure, let’s just get on with it.
Jefferson follows Tommy into the VIP area where a thick cloud of cigar smoke hangs in the air. There are a couple of black sofas inhabited by big, burly looking guys and numerous scantily clad women. A deep voice speaks out, silencing everybody else as he does so.
Voice: Jack. It’s been a long time.
He signals and everyone stands up and leaves the VIP area, everyone but the owner of the voice, Jefferson and Tommy Fingers. The voice, as it turns out, belongs to Big Terry who, despite his name, is a pretty average looking guy with slightly greying hair. He stands up to shake Jefferson’s hand, who looks a bit apprehensive about doing so.
Terry: You made the right choice coming here. I’m glad I didn’t have to be more...persuasive with you.
Jefferson: Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s not the point and that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to tell you that while I’m in, it’s going to be under my terms.
Terry: *laughing* You’ve got to be kidding me, right? You come back after all this time and start trying to call the shots?! I’m the boss! People do what I want, when I want because...I’m the boss! Do you honestly think you’re better than the boss?!
Jefferson: Yeah, I get it you’re the boss. Now, what exactly is the job?
Terry: It’s a yacht. Big money, trust me. I’ll give you more information at the time, I’m playing my cards close to my chest on this one.
Jefferson: Fine. What’s my slice?
Terry: You’re a funny guy! You truly crack me up! You don’t get a cut, you’re do this as a favour for your betrayal. I’ve been very nice to you since you left me, I’ve let you get on with your life undisturbed, this one favour will ensure it continues.
Jefferson definitely doesn’t appreciate this turn of events and storms out of not only the VIP Area but the club. He screeches off in his car without so much as a word to anyone. Back inside the club Tommy turns to Terry.
Tommy: Want me to follow him?
Terry: No, he’s still in...trust me.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:37:40 GMT -5
Six Sided Credit: Rep We cut backstage to a loaded locker room. Kaufmann and Christina stand at the front of the large group, with Pete and Stan standing in the middle. JJB stands off to the side as the big man Baron Trotter stands in the back with his arms crossed, being the tallest, he is visible behind the entire group. JJB cracks his knuckles and laughs as Stan hops up and down, wearing a Jake Steele t-shirt once again. Christina, the shortest, stands at an angle with her hand on her hip. Pete rubs his hands together and looks around shiftily as Kaufmann begins to speak.Kaufmann: As the managerial advisory and standing attorney of The Reprobate and his associates, I can assure you that in the coming weeks, Rep and his associates will become the hottest commodities in Alpha Championship Wrestling. The beast of a man Baron Trotter, has been booked in his debut match with ACW. Next week, Baron will take the short stacked, short statured, and soon to be short lived, Douglas Ozzy, and drive him back-first in to the canvas for a debut victory. Baron, a former self proclaimed marijuana addict, has cleaned up his act, and his arsenal. The big man was once the most feared wrestler in the GWF, and now with a cleared mind and a cleared conscience, Baron Trotter will become the most feared big man in ACW. The camera closes in on Trotter, who nods in agreement with Kaufmann's words. It zones back.Kaufmann: Stan Vishis, one of the greatest up-and-coming professional wrestlers since 2008. With a new outlook on wrestling and a new outlook on life, Stan has aligned himself with his former foe, The Reprobate, and with Rep's coaching, he is soon to be the single hottest lightweight wrestler that ACW has ever seen, bar-none. With an unlimited drive and unlimited potential, Stan has all of the tools to become not only a future Entertainment or World Tag Team Champion, but a future World Heavyweight Champion as well. In just a few short months, this man will not only prove his worth, but he will also establish himself as a true bankable athlete. He will truly live up to the moniker of The Death Defying Master of the DDT. The camera profiles Stan, who grins and punches his fist a few times.Kaufmann: And then, we have the most outrageous performer to have ever graced a professional wrestling ring. Born in the skunkhole of America, he was raised on the mean streets of Jersey City. His fighting style is similar to his physical attributes, intimidating, and not very pretty. His in-ring prowess is likened to his vocabulary. Dirty, disgusting, and foul. He finds two ways out of every one rule placed in front of him. A lightweight who wrestles like a superheavyweight, and brawls like an old school cowboy at the toughest tavern in town. He will truly prove, as the head of Rep's squad, why he is Jersey's Finest, and why he is one of the last true Rule Breakers in wrestling today. JJB breathes heavily with a disgusting grin on his face as Baron growls in the background and Stan snickers.Kaufmann: And now for something completely different. Standing five foot, four. Weighing somewhere between 115 to 130 pounds... Christina elbows Kaufmann in the gut, and he groans. She whispers in his ear and he corrects himself.Kaufmann: My mistake, weighing in at a luscious and luxurious... sultry and sophisticated... foxy and feisty... 120 pounds, hailing from the meanest, grimiest, greeziest, ghettoist ghetto of New York... The Bronx... she was born on Halloween in 1989. She looks like a butterfly and stings like a bee, she is the FREAKIN PUERTO RICAN. At ringside, she is to outside interference what Jake Steele is to in-ring competition. There is no manager currently employed or unemployed in professional wrestling better than she. We've only reached the tip of the iceberg with these individuals, in the coming months, their presence will be felt, and ACW will never will be the same again. For The Reprobate, I am Kaufmann, and this has been... Stan taps Kaufmann on the shoulder.Stan: Um, Kaufmann. You never talked about Pete, here. Kaufmann does a sophisticated snicker.Kaufmann: Please, Stan. This is only a seven minute promo. For The Reprobate, I am Kaufmann, and this has been... Hype Central. Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:38:08 GMT -5
There’s Something About Short People (Part II) [/color] Credit: VorteX [/center] The camera cuts to the backstage area where Vortex is seen walking towards Gingerdude’s office. After all the events that have occurred so far, Tad was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Vortex wants no part of these ‘challenges’ anymore, and he wants a match with Stan Vishis, and the only man that can help him accomplish both is Gingerdude.
Vortex walks up to the closed door leading to Gingerdude’s office and instead of knocking he barges right in. Gingerdude had previously been sorting through some papers and now looks up in surprise at Vortex’s sudden entrance.Gingerdude: May I help you? Vortex: Yeah, I want out of Phenomenal’s Entertainment Challenge.Gingerdude: You’re bound by contract, and there is no way to get you out of the contract that doesn’t involve pay cuts and ultimately a suspension. Vortex: Suspension? Where the hell did it say I would be suspended if I refused to participate in this damn freak show?Gingerdude: You should really learn to read the fine print before you sign things… Gingerdude hands over a copy of the contract that each participant had to sign. At the very bottom of the page, it says:Early termination of this contract will result in a 30-day suspension without pay and the challenger cannot challenge for another title for 90 days.Vortex: AUGH! With that Vortex tears the spare copy of the contract in half and throws it on the floor. Gingerdude remains calm, and lets this brief display of anger pass.Gingerdude: Thankfully you came to me AFTER splattering Tad Johnson all over my entrance ramp. I hate to think of what you would have done if you came to me before… Vortex: Probably thrown his dirty little ass off of the building, and unlike Kevin he wouldn’t have safety restraints.At this moment a squeaking sound can be heard. Both Vortex and Gingerdude look towards the door and see Tad being wheeled by on a stretcher. Fully awake and none too happy Tad flips both of them off as he is wheeled by and yells something about revenge. Vortex simply slams the door and turns back to Gingerdude.Vortex: Do you see what I have to put up with?Gingerdude: You signed the contract…so deal with it. Vortex simply stares at Gingerdude, knowing that there is nothing he can do to get out of these embarrassing challenges, and decides to move on to his next issue rather than ponder on what cannot be changed any longer.Vortex: Fine. I do have one other request and that is, I want a match with Stan Vishis.Gingerdude: I would gladly give you one, except for you both have to sign a contract. Since Stan is not here to sign his name, I cannot allow the match. Vortex: I love it, this time I’m screwed because I’m NOT bound by contract…wonderful.Gingerdude: Find Stan, and then we can work something out. Vortex: Oh I’ll find him…and when I do…Gingerdude: Don’t do anything stupid to jeopardize your possible title opportunity at Omega Effect. I would hate for you to make it through all of Chris’s challenges only to be slapped with a suspension making all of your efforts worthless. Vortex says nothing and exits Gingerdude’s office. He had to find Stan Vishis and make him sign that contract while not hurting him too much in the process.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:38:44 GMT -5
“CONJUGAL VISIT” Credit: Sarin, Thunderkiss [He thought it was over; he thought he’d call it a night. He should have known better. When you’re Thunderkiss, trouble seems to follow you where ever you go, even inside a prison a half a world away. On his way out of the visiting room, his eyes were pulled in the direction of a female inmate sitting quietly at one of the tables in the far corner. She was doing nothing out of the ordinary to captivate his attention at the time; it was as if fate directed his stare toward her. Never one to tempt it, Thunderkiss obeys and realizes he is now locking eyes with none other than Sarin Rossi.] Thunderkiss: I always knew orange was your color. I just love how it compliments those bug eyes of yours.Sarin Rossi: This can’t be happening. This is nothing more than a bad dream. Wake up, Sarin! Wake up! Thunderkiss: Oh, this ain’t a dream, toots, and I’m as real as it gets!Sarin: If one ever needed an example of the phrase, “life isn’t fair” this surely would be it. I’m stuck in here while this man gets to walk free. Someone please explain this to me. Thunderkiss: Hey, I am a law abiding citizen, I’ll have you know! I also volunteer my time to numerous causes, such as the adopt a MILF program.Sarin: So to whom do I owe the displeasure of this visit? Thunderkiss: Well, as much as I’d like to say otherwise, considering you’re a hot lesbo and all, I’m not here to see you. I was just paying an old “friend” a visit and whadda’ know, I ran smack dab into you! Small world, eh? Sarin: Yes, too small if you ask me. Thunderkiss: So tell me, I just gotta know. Have you had red hot, prison sex in the shower with your fellow inmates? You know, just like those late night Cinemax movies? [It’s a new record. Thunderkiss is only ten sentences in and she is already annoyed. While her eyes cast themselves upon a nearby guard, she says the following loudly and in a very direct tone of voice.] Sarin: Would you please leave? I am given one hour per week for visitations and I’d like not waste another second of it on someone such as yourself. I’d much rather sit here alone and wait for my guest, please. [Just as she had hoped, the guard picks up her hint.] Guard: Move long, sir. Thunderkiss: Yeah, just a minute. I need burn this image into my brain considering you I can’t bring a camera in to take a picture of this Kodak moment. It’s not every day one gets the see a former world champion of Alpha Championship Wrestling in shackles, you know! So tell me, Sarin, can I get an autograph?Guard: I said move along. Thunderkiss: AND I SAID ONE FUCKING MINUTE! This cumdumpster took my title! Now Sarin, I want you to think long and hard about the last time you and I met in the ring. Remember you looking oh so hot in that S&M outfit of yours? Do you remember you shoving a dildo in my mouth? DO YOU?! I haven’t forgotten and let me tell you, I’ve tried. Unfortunately, no one else will let me forget. Every week I have some dipshit taping a picture of me with a dildo in my mouth to my locker room door. You’d think that over time it would lose its humor, but apparently not. Now let me tell you what I remember MOST about that match. I remember your little girlfriend coming down and screwing me out of my championship which, let me tell you, has been a BITCH to get back.Sarin: Yeah, that was pretty good, wasn’t it? Thunderkiss *mocking*: “Yeah, that was pretty good, wasn’t it?” You arrogant bitch, you BELONG in this hell hole. Have fun rotting in here while I am out there experiencing the finer things in life, just like dear Yoko. Tell me, Sarin, how does it feel to know that your little girlfriend may say that she loves you and will wait for you, but you know deep down that she’s out there right now fucking some cute little Asian girl because your twat is has been compromised with prison AIDS?Sarin: Enough.Thunderkiss: Oh how the mighty have fallen. Here sits Sarin Rossi, one time super model and envy of anorexic girls everywhere, now a ward of the great country of Ireland due to daddy issues! You know, Father’s Day is coming up. In celebration of it I think I am going to send you a NICE, SOFT ... PILLOW![She cannot bear another second. Like Hannibal Lecter her feet catapult her body out of her chair straight onto his, the force of which sends them both flying backwards onto the concrete floor. Surrounding guards are quickly on top of the situation, literally, but soon find out that they’ve brought a bucket of water to contain out an out of control brush fire.] Thunderkiss: Sorry, boys, this ain’t your fight - Sarin: - and there’s not enough room on the dance floor. [Consequences be damned, Thunderkiss and Sarin set their differences aside for a moment and focus their attention on the guards. They quickly cut right through them like a hot knife through butter and ensure there will be no further interruptions by barricading the only doors in or out with chairs. With the denizens of the waiting room having long fled, there is nothing preventing the hostilities in returning and they do so in a matter fitting of Alpha Championship Wrestling. You know, the inability to fight without a few cliche phrases thrown your opponent’s way.] Thunderkiss: Now were we? Oh that’s right, I was in the process of finishing the job I started by taking one of these nightsticks here and sodomizing you with it.Sarin: Considering you have just assaulted several officers of the law, I think you’ll be able to live out your fantasy soon enough but it won’t be on me. Thunderkiss: Oh, we’ll see about that. After you.Sarin: No, after you. [FADE TO MATCH]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:39:29 GMT -5
Match 5: PRISON BREAK MATCH Thunderkiss vs. Sarin (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW ANNIVERSARY::.. THUNDERKISS VS. SARIN ..::2004-2009::.. Thunderkiss wastes not a second lunging at Sarin. Being the bigger of the two, he’s certainly going to rely on his size to carry him to victory here tonight, unlike their first match. With more power and weight at his disposal, he begins to bring every pound down upon Sarin’s smaller frame and she soon feels suffocated. Again the wall he has her pinned and his clenched fists find themselves crashing down upon her shoulders and head. It’s been a while but her reflexes are still cat like, allowing her for an easy escape. She slips right out of his attack and slides between his legs to daylight. There, she rises to her feet and leaps upwards into the air, catching him in the small of his back with a big knee. Thunderkiss drops and she clutches onto his chin and cranks back for a choking chinlock. Thunderkiss flails under her grasp and it doesn’t take long for his rage to bring him back up to his feet again. Reaching back with one hand, he grabs Sarin by the back of her neck and throws her right off his body, straight into the concrete floor. Her bones rattle and her vision becomes fuzzy for a brief moment in time. It clears, and not a second too soon for what she sees next causes her heart to skip a beat. Thunderkiss’ big boot comes down upon her like a hammer, but she is able to roll out of harms way in the nick of time. Thunderkiss: Nimble little minx, ain’t ‘cha?Sarin: It really wasn’t all that hard. Wow, you really let yourself go. Sarin is going to need some offense if she wants to escape from this battle with her appendages still attached and she finds it with the help of a nearby chair. In a visiting room full of items, she starts making use of them starting with a good ol’ fashion chair shot to TK’s skull. It stuns him long enough for another, and then another an then another yet. Finally, after the seventh time, TK topples over backwards like a giant redwood tree. The sound of his body smacking up against the pavement is music to Sarin’s ears and she continues to go to work. Grabbing a nearby table, her own anger helps her lift it upwards where she carries it to a spot above TK and proceeds to bring it down upon him - almost. TK’s hands protect him at the last second and he sends the table back straight into Sarin’s body. It impales her right in the mid-section and he sends her flying backwards with about 100 pounds of furniture right on top of her. The following result is so sickening even the guards outside the door can’t help but cringe. Thunderkiss: Bullseye!Sarin is sucking air and maybe even blood as she struggles to remove herself from her wooden impalement. Meanwhile, TK hovers over her, admiring her struggle to breath. Seeing her like this does things to him, the same things that motivated to almost humiliate her in front of millions upon millions the last time she was at his mercy. He almost hesitates in what he is to do next, but all it takes is for him to remember a giant metal dildo crammed up his mouth cavity to burst free his hesitations. Its time for another try. Thunderkiss: And you thought I was just joking about that sodomising part, didn’t ‘cha? Okay sweetheart, time for you to bend over so I can check your temperature.Thunderkiss reaches over to one of the fallen tables and takes hold of one of its metal legs. He pries it off like legs from a grasshopper and then proceeds to tug down on Sarin’s shorts with his other free hand. Thunderkiss: Time for me to DEFLOWER the POWER! Ah, who am I kidding? This flower has been deflowered so many times there’s no more pedals to pick! Now Sarin, I just want you to know, this is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you!Sarin: You’re damn right it is. Sarin waits for the exact moment he hovers the metal rod in front of her body and his. Lashing out with a palmed hand, she drives it back into TK’s body where it digs a few inches into his skin. Thunderkiss: ARGH!Sarin: I always knew you were a little prick. Sarin finishes off the combo by blasting Thunderkiss in the face with a kick that would make Yoko proud. Toppled and near defeat, Thunderkiss cusses Sarin’s very existence. She takes pleasure in his pain and actually has the audacity to place her foot upon his back and declare victory. Sarin: While you’re down there, why don’t you give them a good licking, dog. That’s it. Digging in deep and pulling out everything he has, Thunderkiss screams out a bloody roar and lunges to his feet. Grabbing a nearby bench, his strength pries it from the concrete floor and then he throws it Sarin’s way in the same manner a gun expels a bullet. Her reflexes shall save the day once again - but not entirely. Her body moves to avoid the brunt of the impact and the bench crashes against a nearby concrete wall that cannot withstand the force of the blow. One by one bricks begin to fall exposing daylight from outside. Shrapnel in the form of rocks tears through Sarin’s clothing, digging into her skin in quite painful places. The pain throbs every nerve in her body and she is soon overcome, dropping to the floor like one of her fellow inmates after a round in the lethal injection seat. There may be no referee. There may be no official result. Heck, there may not even be a match, but to Thunderkiss, the sight of Sarin toppling over all is he needs to finally satisfy a year’s long thirst for revenge.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:40:02 GMT -5
“PLEA BARGAIN” Credit: Sarin, Thunderkiss [From outside the sirens wail in distress alerting everyone in a ten mile radius that something is amiss at the “joy.” Those standing outside the barricaded doors need no warning; they’ve been watching the events unfold for several minutes. Their attempts to remove the barricades have failed but with the incorporation of a battering ram to their efforts, they soon make progress. The sound of their hammering echos throughout the waiting room telling both Sarin’s and TK’s eardrums that the end is neigh.] Sarin: It appears that pretty soon both you and I will have matching orange outfits. How cute. Thunderkiss: *Scoff* I’ve been in worse situations. A few autographs and perhaps a little bit of community service should rectify the problem. You see, I actually know how to use my influence and resources to get me out of trouble unlike some people, but then again, I guess I didn’t kill my father like a psycho.[Thunderkiss stands up and looks at the gaping hole in the wall. He has two choices: jump to escape and deal with this mess back in the states or stay and be detained. With Omega Effect just weeks away, the choice is easy. However, before he can take the plunge he cannot help but turn around to Sarin and ask her to do the same. He may detest her existence, but when it comes down to it, he would have done the same. Except he would have used a brick instead of a pillow.] Thunderkiss: You coming?Sarin: Being here in here is more favorable than being out there with the likes of you. Thunderkiss: Suit yourself, at least I tried.[Now it is time for her ego to soften a bit. Knowing Thunderkiss, It took quite a lot for him to make the offer and she recognizes his kind gesture. In return she can at least tell him the truth.] Sarin: Thunderkiss, truth is even if it were Yoko busting me out I’d have to decline. I must serve my penance by remaining here, despite how tough it may be. [One good turn deserves another.] Thunderkiss: I’ll tell them it was all my doing and admit to knocking those fine gentlemen out. I give you my word.Sarin: Considering there are cameras there, there and there, I think you’ll have a hard time convincing them but thanks for the offer. Thunderkiss: Well, it’s the thought that counts, right?Sarin: Right. [Thunderkiss turns and prepares to make like Clint Eastwood in “Escape from Alcatraz.” He has one leg out of the hole in the wall when Sarin beckons him back.] Sarin: Thunderkiss .... Thunderkiss: You know, I hate to rush you sister but that door is about to come off its hinges and I don’t want to be anywhere around here when it does.Sarin: I’ll make it quick. Today I was waiting for Rattlesnake - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Oh here we go again ..Sarin. Listen. I was waiting for Rattlesnake today and due to my bad judgement and YOURS, I will not be allowed to see him and probably won’t for quite some time. Just tell him that I miss him and that I haven’t forgotten him. Okay? Thunderkiss: You miss him and haven’t forgotten him. Got it. Now if you’ll excuse me, its time to cue Jim Morrison and “break on through to the other side.”. I’ll send you a card. Not.[And with that he takes the plunge. Sarin watches him and becomes impressed as he steals a life away from a cat and lands on his feet. For the moment, a part of her deeply regrets it is not her whose image grows smaller by the second as it nears the horizon line. That day will come, but it won’t be today. From behind the sound of a large metal door toppling over shatters her dreams and becomes a cruel reminder of this.] Guard: On the floor, now! Sarin: One day, dearest Yoko, it will be you saying that to me. One day. [END]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:40:51 GMT -5
L O S S A Surpise Discovery[/center][/font] We look on at a small trendy bar where the room is filled with a merry and raucous atmosphere. It is hard to make anything out other than the constant conversation which rebounds from wall to wall. We focus on one conversation in particular, between a man and a woman sitting to the side of enclosed area. It is quite obvious that both have consumed their fair share of alcohol so far, but are closer to being drunk than completely wasted at the moment. The man tightens his grip around his glass and takes a swig of his bar with a disheartened look while the woman watches, not quite sure of what to say.Bryce: Ugh...I still can't believe I lost! Lost to that thing... Rena: It isn't like he beat you fairly. I'm sure your ego will get over it eventually. Bryce: My ego? My ego, Rena?! You think this is about my ego... Rena: Duh. Bryce: FUCK NO! Bryce slams his glass back down onto the table rather harder than anticipated and winces slightly.Bryce: Opsy. No, this is about losing to Andrew Black. ANDREW FUCKING BLACK RENA! Rena: So what, he cheated, its not like it is going to mean anything to management once they re-watch the tapes. Bryce: That's besides the point. I lost to him. I shouldn't have. Bryce sighs and his facial expression lightens as he stares at the glass before looking up at Rena. Bryce: I shouldn't have even been in there with him in the first place. Black is a nothing, a nobody. A scrub. I have already proved that I am the one who draws viewers. I deserve better. I deserve to face somebody who's actually accomplished something. Rena: Which is what I'm working at. It's harder to convince management to give new people a break than you think. That's why I offered to help you, because I knew they would just let your talent go to waste. Bryce sighs again.Bryce: I guess...I shouldn't be surprised after all... Rena: Why? Bryce: Well... Bryce pauses and contemplates to carry on. He looks at Rena who is looking at him willfully.Bryce: ...the last couple of years have been an endless road of people overlooking me. Ever since my Dad died it's just been me alone without anyone else in the world... Bryce looks like he is going to crack up and momentarily pauses as even the hardened Rena shows a look of sympathy for him.Bryce: He was the only person I ever had in this world. He was my hero...the person I looked up to. He was the person that always supported me and gave me the competitive streak that never lets me contemplate anyone being better than me. Rena: Sounds like he was a big influence for you. Bryce: Yeah. I never thought I would be without him...and when I suddenly was I was lost. I got a phone call one day telling me to come to the hospital quick..but it was too late. He was already gone. I didn't even get to say goodbye. Bryce pauses and his eyes start well up slightly.Bryce: The thing that hurts the most is the fact that I never got to say thank you. I took him for granted, like he was supposed to do all those things, ya know? But I learned that he was one in a million, and I was never able to tell him that. Rena: I'm sure he knew that too. Bryce: I don't know, maybe. All I know is since that day I haven't been the same person. Yeah, I may act all tough guy-like but deep down that was never me. Back at school I was the geeky guy, I wasn't a bone head who only cared about himself. But I'm ashamed to say that is sort of what I've become. Bryce does a =/.Bryce: I decided that the only person I could rely on was myself. It was like some layer grew over the old Bryce and replaced him with a cocky, arrogant narcisstic jerk. But you know, that was my only way to cope. It was my way to surive. I haven't had a single break in my life since he passed away, whenever something looks like it is going good it suddenly goes wrong. As Rena looks on overawed by the honesty from Bryce he continues.Bryce: I came to ACW for my own aspirations, but really I'm here to entertain and I'm here to win. My Dad drilled into me that you should never give up and that's why I use my coping mechanism the way I do. It enables me to just shrug off all the shit that gets thrown at me and carry on like I don't care. Bryce looks down at the table before looking Rena in the eyes.Bryce: I guess what I'm trying to say here is, it might not look like it from the outside but I do care about things, Rena. Unless that's the beer talking, either way yeah I might be an ass at times but that's only because it's the only way I know how to be now... There is a long pause as Bryce looks away and Rena tries to think of something to say. She is clearly surprised by what Bryce has said and feels sorry for what he has gone through...she finally comes up with something and begins to speakRena: I kno--- Before Rena can finish her sentence Bryce does it for her. In a different way to what it begun, however. He suddenly leans forward and takes her off guard by kissing her. Rena starts to pull away but then decides against it. As their lips pull apart again both look each other in the eye slightly surprised and unsure about what to say.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:41:40 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 8: You Know You Mess Up When.… Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] August 23, 2008Its around ten and I run down the semi-lit street. I don’t have to go far from Chill’s mom’s house, Nicole only made it around the corner before she sat on the curb, head in her hands. I stop running and approach her slowly. Nicole...She looks up to see me and instantly thinks run but struggles to get to her feet, which gave me enough time to reach her. She tries to get away but I grabbed her wrist. She slips out but I get her other wrist. She tries to hit me to force me to let her go, but she eventually gives up and just collapses in my arms, still sobbing. I put my arms out and begin my apology I was going to tell you, I just didn’t know how.Nicole: You….you said nothing was final three days ago. Pieces just kept falling into place. I had to jump on it before I lost it.Nicole: But where? What will you do? I have a cousin in Chicago who found me a place. I sent him a resume and stuff and he put in applications for jobs for me. He also found a gym nearby.Nicole: A gym? Why is that important at all? I’m gonna learn how to fight. Professionally.Nicole: You are leaving us to chase some silly fighting dream?! No. I’m leaving you to get out of Detroit. I cannot deal with this house, this life. This isn’t me.Nicole: That’s selfish. I’d take you and Tommy with me if I could.Nicole: Fuck you. She pushes me away, wipes her nose and eyes with the sleeve of her jacket and walks away from me, more hurt than before. I want to go get her, but there is something inside of me holding me back. Oh wait, no, that Tommy’s hand on my shoulder. I turn around to face by younger brother. Tommy: She will forgive you in time. I nod and wipe the tear from my eye. Not wanting this to turn any more emotional than it has, I put on a smile and throw my arm around my brother’s shoulder. He smiles too and we walk back to the house. And to make matters worse, they ate the entire cake.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:43:15 GMT -5
Segment: Hostile Takeover (Credit: Freeman/AK)
The time has come.
The fans in the arena are eagerly awaiting what is next in store for them. It turns out, however, that it isn't one of their favourite superstars, but members of the ACW crew. The fans are momentarily confused, until the crew begins to set up the ring. As the mat is exchanged for a classier red, it is evident that this set-up is for the contract signing between Jason Freeman and Atomic Kitsune. It is a bit of a long wait for the fans, but they quietly wait in anticipation...not knowing exactly what's going to go down here in just a few moments. Will it just be a simple contract signing? Or more than that?....
The staff now brings out the expected equipment...A table....and two steel chairs, one on each side where the two combatants will be seated in just a few moments. Finishing their work, the crew begins to filter out of the ring...and soon they are all backstage. Left in the ring is the set up for the signing, now complete.
What is going to happen tonight? Freeman has said that he isn’t going to attempt anything. In any case, if he does there will surely be consequences...but Freeman is never one to be trusted. He has shown in the past that he can easily lose control of his emotions. While he usually seems eerily calm and collected, there are times when the only thing more unsettling is how quickly he can change to enraged and fired up. He is unstable, and dangerous. Even if he doesn't have a plan, there is still the chance he will snap. Either way, the signing IS taking place. Nothing is going to stop that. There is no going back now. AK and Freeman WILL be in the same ring at the same time. Earlier tonight Freeman had announced the stipulation - a singles match - surely not what anybody had expected. The general assumption has been that it would be something hardcore - something bloody, brutal. Something that Freeman would choose so that he could punish his self-proclaimed nemesis severely. He must have his reasons, though. The contract is ready to be signed. It is time.
From out of the curtain comes Kevin Anderson, holding a contract in his hands. It is clear that he is going to be the one in charge of the signing tonight. But will he be able to keep order? He makes his way to the ring (perhaps wondering himself whether he will be put in a bad situation where things start to go out of control) and walks up the steel steps. Before he even reaches the ring however, others are on their way down the ramp. Their burly physiques and gruff demeanour marks them out as members of the extra ACW security contingent who are brought in on an occasional basis when friction is anticipated.
At least ten security guards follow Kevin, walking slowly down the ramp. They filter into the ring as Kevin stands at the front of the table, placing the contract down. Now the guards begin to form a loop. It is obvious that Ginger has pulled out all the stops. He doesn’t trust Freeman to be sure, and has ensured that nothing goes wrong tonight. Kevin visibly relaxes a little; he evidently doesn't have to keep order, because they are going to do it for them.
Any fan who may have been worried now surely has his mind eased. There are those fans, of course, who were hoping Freeman WOULD try something, because they wanted to see AK put him right back in his place.
Kevin takes the microphone, seemingly enjoying his position of power here tonight.
Kevin: It is time to sign the contract for Jason Freeman vs Atomic Kitsune, which will take place at Omega Effect V! There will be no tolerance for any kind of attempts by either superstar to turn this into anything more than a contract signing. Extra security has been called to surround the ring to ensure that everything goes smoothly. And now...the two superstars who will be signing tonight...
A silence...the fans wait in anticipation...and then "Ugly" by The Exies kicks in, which gets boos from the crowd. Jason Freeman in the past few months has become one of the company’s more hated stars, and so as he makes his way through the curtain he gets no love from the crowd. He doesn't turn his head, or meet their eyes. He doesn’t taunt them. He just ignores them, making his way to the ring, slowly and methodically. He seems to be taking in the situation in front of him. Did the security take him by surprise? Probably not...he MUST have known that Ginger would try something. As he reaches the ring, and makes his way up the steps, he slowly goes through the ropes. As he goes to make his way to the table, he pauses as he passes the security, and turns to look at them. Freeman's face as his gaze remains fixed on the security is unreadable. And then he turns back, and moves to one of the chairs, and takes a seat.
It is obvious from his gait that Freeman feels in control. He did, after all, set the date of this signing. He did, after all, pick the stipulation. Again, Freeman seems to be highly underestimating AK. Since Fallen Heroes, Freeman has seemed to feel like he had everything in the palm of his hand. At the moment, however, he does seem to be getting his way. He did get this match. Would things continue to go his way? And what is "his way" tonight? That is the question that remains ominously unanswered. What did that intimidating look from Freeman towards the security mean?
He looks up again at the security, who are ALL focused on him. He is the most likely problem tonight, and they know that they may have to deal with them. In his new gaze, there is something that IS readable. Something breaks through his glare for a second, and it's a bit unsettling. It's a brief glance of complete calmness. A glance that says that he isn't thrown off at all....a glance that says everything is still fine.
He puts his elbows on the table, and remains fixated up the ramp, awaiting AK. What is going through his head behind that emotionless gaze? What is he thinking? Is he merely awaiting AK so that they can get on with the signing? Or is he planning his next moves?...It's impossible to know for sure. It's hard to believe his words. He said he wouldn't harm a hair on her head tonight. We'll see about that.
Kevin: And now...Jason Freeman's Omega Effect opponent...
There is a silence, but obviously the fans know who they are about to see and are holding in their pop. And then "Like a Bomb" hits the speakers, and the fans go crazy. They have already seen AK in action earlier tonight, so this is not the first time they've seen her coming out from behind the curtain, but it doesn't matter, their pop is just as loud the second time. She seems to smile a little at the respect shown by the fans, but at the same time, she is clearly focused on the people in and around the ring. Like Freeman, she holds her cards close to her chest, and she walks down relatively casually, despite Freeman's cold, unfaltering glare from the ring.
As she now makes her way into the ring, Freeman doesn't move at all, besides to turn his head towards her. She ignores this, and goes over to her side of the table to take a seat. The music dies down, and she looks to the crowd for a second, smiling as they begin to chant her name. She then takes her seat, returning Freeman's gaze, just to let him know she isn't intimidated in the slightest. In fact, it should be Freeman who is intimidated. He did, after all, nearly harm her family, and burn her house to the ground. She lost many possessions in the fire. It is hard to imagine that there can be much in the way of forgiveness in her heart for such a blow...
Kevin: Alright, let's get on with this. Now, both of you will have the chance to say whatever you want before you sign. I am going to again make clear that there will be NO physical contact between you two tonight, and that these security will stop any trouble that you may be considering. And with that said... Jason Freeman - we will start with you.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2009 16:44:10 GMT -5
There are two microphones on the table...one for each superstar. As Kevin slides the contract towards Freeman, Freeman picks up the mic. He again glares across at AK, before leaning back in the chair and raising the microphone.
Freeman: Well, we are moments away from making it official. Soon...it will be set in stone. After what you did to me, I will FINALLY be able to get my revenge. I've ranted many times about my reasoning for wanting this match, and you've surely heard it all. How you ruined my chance at success. How you held me down on the biggest night of my career. I'm not going to waste both of our time by ranting about it once again. I wouldn't want to repeat myself, after all. You know, everywhere I go I hear the same things about you AK. People come up to me, and they tell me what they think of me. They tell me what they think of you. I hear it numerous times. How I'm going to lose to you at Omega Effect. How I can't beat...a legend. People call you a legend, AK. People call you one of their favourites. I have even heard - believe it or not - people call you one of the greatest superstars to ever step foot inside an ACW ring.
The fans erupt as Freeman says this, obviously whole-heartedly agreeing with this sentiment. Some chants begin to start out, with the fans beginning to chant AK's name once again. Freeman slowly turns his head to look at the fans, as they continue to chant his soon-to-be opponent's name. He doesn't seem bothered...because in fact, there seems to be once again no emotion at all on his face. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, but rather than die down, the chants just get louder, until it's almost thunderous. The arena shakes with the sounds of AK's name. Freeman turns his head back towards AK, and holds his hand out towards the crowd.
Freeman: And there you have it. What was it you said to me AK? Something about how you do not consider yourself within the ranks of the true legends? You have stated that these fans will forget about you long before they forget about these "true legends". Unfortunately, AK, these fans seem to disagree.
And the fans begin to cheer again, and now chants of "You're a legend." break out. Over and over again. AK has to be feeling flattered by the crowd at the moment, despite her earlier words. Over her career she has built so much respect with this crowd, that just her very presence seems to be electrifying them. Freeman shakes his head, and again he points to the crowd, as they are merely proving his point. But where is he going with this? Somehow, it is doubtful that he was just trying to compliment her. He has a point.
Freeman: Now, that being said, I suppose that I can agree to some extent. The old Atomic Kitsune WAS indeed, a great superstar. You were a world champion for good reason. Would I agree with calling you one of the greatest superstars ever? No. But every night you came out here and gave it all you had, and proved yourself to be able to beat the best of them. That, of course, was years ago. Here's the problem, though. Now you come back here in 2009 as if it was STILL the past. You seem to think it is still your time. You still seem to think you are the same woman that you were before. You are a MOTHER now, AK. You are no longer a wrestler. When you injected yourself into that battle royal, you did so at the expense of others who are currently on the active roster. In wrestling...legends are born. Then it comes time for them to step aside, and they pass the torch on to those younger than them. Then those younger stars rise up and become the new legends. It's an order of things that has gone on since the beginning of our business. What you have just done, AK, is directly interfere with that order. You were unable to ACCEPT that, and you didn't want to pass on that torch! You retired, but were unable to fully commit to doing so, and you came back for that battle royal match.
I don't care what you give as your reasoning AK, because I know what it really is. You missed this. You missed these fans chanting your name. You missed the feeling as you hear that three count and know that you've won. You miss the excitement of competition that flows through your veins like blood. In being unable to accept the natural order, you have upset it. Because what you did was throw me out of that battle royal. It was time for ME to become that rising star. For ME to become the new legend. And you stopped that so you can hang onto your past. You were unable to make a clean break from ACW, and have interfered with the company as a result. You have interfered...with me.
Yes, she has. She has interfered with Freeman, and now things have to be settled. Freeman never lets things go. When he wants something, he does anything to get it. When somebody makes him desire revenge, well then...he's going to get it. Had she merely entered that battle royal and exited without crossing paths with the man sitting across from her, she would be at home right now. Freeman would never have had any problem with her being in the match in the first place. All he's saying, and every point he's making, is based on one thing. AK screwed him up. AK came like a roadblock in front of him. That is the only reason that they are in this situation. With that in mind, most of his words lose a bit of impact, but they still are spoken with such conviction...
Freeman: And that of course, is where the problem REALLY lies. I said I wouldn't rant about my reasoning, but it seems that I've come back to it. Your time in the wrestling industry has passed. Our business is a fast moving one...you get on and before you know it you're thrown off and it continues on without you. You need to let ACW continue on without you, AK. You need to hang your head, and learn to accept domestic life. That is your future now. I, however, have my time in front of me. I WILL reach it. I will. No selfish shell of a legend is going to stop me. As I said, AK, it's natural order. A cycle. You have reached the end of your path. And I am going to kick you off of it.
The fans begin to boo Freeman's words, but Freeman's eyes are directly on AK, trying to see what her reaction is. How she is taking it in. Freeman clearly is quite passionate about his words, but the only reason that AK is here at the moment, is because Freeman forced her to be. AK was more than ready to return to her home after Fallen Heroes, but Freeman wouldn't allow that. He forced her back. And now, he's going to have to deal with those consequences come Omega Effect. At the moment, however, nothing can bring Freeman down. Nothing can kick his self-righteousness from him. In his eyes, he IS on top of the world right now, and after Omega Effect, he believes that he truly will prove himself to be one of those future legends.
Freeman: I told you my reasoning for picking a singles match, AK. I want to outwrestle you. I want to force you to realize whose time it is now. I may want revenge, but I am capable of self control. I don't need to pummel you with weapons. I don't need to do anything. The ultimate revenge won't be with pain. I will merely right what has been wronged. By defeating a so-called "legend" at Omega Effect, why do I even need a title shot? You'll give me what I want. And that will be that. That is why these security guards are unnecessary. It's no secret Ginger doesn't trust me. These guards are meant to stop me. But I have no REASON to try anything. I have everything I want. And at Omega Effect, I will prove myself to everybody. You have given me the opportunity to open so many eyes, AK. That's what I'm going to do...open eyes.
Freeman pulls the contract to him, and he looks at it. He takes the pen in his left hand, and looks down. He slides the contract closer to himself, looks up at AK, and then begins to sign his name. He looks down as he finishes. He slaps the pen back down on the table, and slides the contract back towards the middle of the table. He has signed it, and one half of this signing is done.
Kevin: Now, AK, it is your turn. You may respond to Freeman's words however you would like, and then once you put your signature on the contract, everything will be official.
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