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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:21:33 GMT -5
"Napa Valley" Credit: Danny Mainer *click click*
*BANG!* The sound of gunfire ringing out through the forest is quite the clear indicator for Danny Mainer that his uncle Charlie Masterson is alive and very, VERY well. Maybe his aim requires work, but as Mainer jogs along to the source of the gunfire he is caught in a snare and within seconds he's hoisted up in a net bag trapped and dangling from the branch of a nearby tree ripe for the shooting. An alarm rings, which brings grizzled hunter and Vietnam veteran Charlie Masterson jogging over to the scene of the crime. The estranged, outcasted old man cradling a shotgun points it straight up at Mainer's face with a very angry aura about him, notably shown as he chomps the lit cigar in his mouth.Charlie Masterson: "In the words of the great inbreds of the Southern States, GET THE HELL OFFA' MAH PROPERTAH YA' YELLAH-BELLAHD COMMIE!" Danny Masterson: "UNCLE CHARLIE! It's me, Danny!"Charlie Masterson: "I DON'T KNOW a Danny ya' damn gook! Tell me why I shouldn't bayonet you a new asshole right now!" Danny Masterson: "Because I'm your god-damn nephew you crazy half-wit! Do I LOOK ASIAN TO YOU?!"His aggressive stance drops and instead of stabbing him with the bayonet he slashes the ropes holding Mainer airbourne. Mainer hits the ground like a sack of shit but he's not hurt as he pulls himself out of the netting with relative ease.Charlie Masterson: "Argh, shit a fuckin' brick Daniel why the Hell are you here! Shouldn't you be eating fancy dinners and talkin' to your sissy ass grandparents?" Danny Masterson: "No! I've fallen out with all of my family except Rachel, she told me to come see you in order to get them to talk to me again!"
Charlie Masterson: "Oh really? So someone actually needs my help? Makes a change from the fuckin' farewell I got all that time ago."
Danny Masterson: "What?"
Charlie Masterson: "Don't be dumb Dan, I KNOW you've got problems with your dad. EVERYONE has problems with your dad Danny, why? Because he's a fuckin' gook lovin' jerk!"
Danny Masterson: "What makes you say that?"
Charlie Masterson: "Don't play dumb Danny, it's not an attractive Masterson quality. I know exactly what's happened, I'm not as outta' touch as the family thinks I am. I know everything that happens, I know some scarrin' shit that you'd never EVER wanna know!"
Danny Masterson: "You mean-"
Charlie Masterson: "Of course I know she's pregnant! Shit was obvious from the start! I tell you what though Mainer, I bet you didn't know why I'm out here right?"
Danny Masterson: "Uhh, no?"
Charlie Masterson: "They probably told you I was out here trying to catch that Sasquatch motherfucker and believe me I tried, this became my summer home but the truth is..."
Mainer listens in closely clinging onto the Veteran's every word.
Charlie Masterson: "I fucked Felicity, then spewed it out at Christmas dinner. That's why I got out-cast from the family. I had a few too many shots of whisky and when I'm under the influence my tongue gets a-rollin' just like it did with your mom."
Mainers eyes go wide as saucers as this family revelation rips right through him. His uncle fucked his mom. That's just... gross. It takes alot for Mainer to retain his lunch, but Charlie reassuringly pats him on the shoulder.
Danny Masterson: "For real? I think I'm gonna' be ill..."
Charlie Masterson: "If you puke on my fatigues soldier you're going to be licking the shit off my soles, understood maggot?"
Danny Masterson: "Roger that! Is that seriously why you live out here? I mean, when was this?"
Charlie Masterson: "Dunno, like 20 years ago. Round about the time you were eleven that it happened. Back when she was prettier then my current wife."
Danny Masterson: "You're married?"
Charlie Masterson: "Yeah I-"
A shrill, Asiatic voice rings out from the distance as in a nightgown a middle-aged Asian girl wanders out yelling.
? ? ?: "CHAR-REE! GET IN DE HOUSE NOW! DINNAR IS REDDEE!"
Charlie Masterson: "I'M COMING KIKI-TRAU! Well Danny, that's my cue to go eat. Wanna join me for some venison?"
Danny Masterson: "I just ate, but thanks."
Charlie Masterson: "I haven't answered your question! You wanna get into my brother's head and get him to talk to you right?"
Danny Masterson: "Yeah?"
Charlie Masterson: "If you punch him in the ego, he'll know you're serious. He's a dick and because he feels he has the entire neighbourhood in his pocket he thinks he's safe. His ego is a monstrosity, hit it where it hurts the most and he'll listen to you. The only way is to stand up and show him you're not a pussy because otherwise he will ALWAYS overshadow you."
Danny Masterson: "Alright, well thanks."
Mainer turns and starts to leave but one last statement which will haunt him to the very grave rings out from the lewd mouth of his Uncle Charlie.
Charlie Masterson: "OH and DANNY! Your mom can't suck cock for shit!"
Mainer hunches over and bellows his guts out across the floor in a violent torrent of vomit which splatters across the ground noisily. His dinner forming a bond with the mud and the grass on the floor.
Charlie Masterson: "Still don't wanna eat with us?"
Danny Masterson: "Uhh, alright I guess. Otherwise I'm gonna' be pretty hungry."
Charlie Masterson: "Good boy! Venison tonight boy, out here in Napa Valley we only eat the finest food!"
The two men start heading back when an angry Kiki-Trau intercepts them and drags them back to the house to eat dinner. Mainer's family is pretty interesting right?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:21:58 GMT -5
Match 3: Jack Jefferson vs. Bryce (Credit: Chris P) ===================== Jack Jefferson Vs. Bryce
Credit: Chris Phenomenal ===================== There were a number of variant factors that could come into play in this match, the new vindictive attitude of Jack Jefferson and his assault on the ACW Roster. Then there would be the possibility of retribution from either Andrew Black or LyCoS as a result of Jefferson’s previous assaults on them. For Bryce it would be all about further proving himself and quite possibly making his name known enough to warrant an Entertainment title shot. The BeginningThe match between these two light heavyweights started off with Jefferson and Bryce coming together but Jefferson ducking down and taking the back off Bryce before utilizing his amateur background and wrestling him to the mat. Jefferson connected with a few cross face blows before hooking the arm of Bryce and rolling over the back whilst hooking the other arm into a beautiful looking crucifix pin that garners a two count as Bryce looks on a little frustrated, the excellent technical wrestling of Jefferson taking his athleticism out of the game. Jefferson gets to his feet before Bryce and plants a boot into the small of his back as he tries to get up and once he gets to a knee Jefferson steamrolls him, putting him right back onto his back. A few mounted punches by Jefferson cause the referee to get involved and it is only at the four count that Jefferson rolls off of Bryce who takes his sweet time getting to his feet. Once there he begins to circle Jefferson and this time they engage in a collar and elbow tie up before Jefferson swings through it into an over hand wrist lock. Bryce tries to fight out of it but Jefferson takes a step through further adding torque to the shoulder of Jefferson. Bryce looks in trouble and can’t reach the ropes as Jefferson viciously snaps the arm trying to get Bryce to fall down but he won’t give in, eventually working his way into a position where he is able to execute a front roll to relieve the pressure and pop out of it before flinging Jefferson with an impressive hip toss and then going right into a rear chin lock. The MiddleThe middle portion of the match was filled with some fast paces action as Jack Jefferson fought to his feet and then pushed Bryce off the ropes. Bryce looked to counter with a lariat but Jefferson hit the deck and as Bryce came off the ropes Jefferson looked to end the match with his Blizzard Suplex but Bryce was able to hook his way out of it and counter with his Equaliser DDT that went down for a two count. Bryce wasted no time in trying stay on top of Jefferson. Pulling him to his feet and backing him into the corner with a few knife edged chops before following it up with a corner drop kick that planted Jefferson onto his rear end in the corner. Bryce went in looking for his Enzuigiri but Jefferson had other ideas, ducking out of the way as he rolled out of the corner and got to his feet, what he didn’t realize though was Bryce had used the bottom turnbuckle to vault onto the top turnbuckle before leaping off of it and connecting with his corkscrew moonsault that caught Jefferson as he turned around and forced him down to the canvas and resulted in another two count for Bryce after the impressive aerial manoeuvre. Once again Bryce lifted Jefferson up by his locks and then whipped him into the turnbuckle and on the rebound looked to connect with a hurricanrana which worked to some extent but Jefferson was able to roll through it and hook the leg of Bryce as he struggled to get the shoulder off the canvas, narrowly avoiding the pinfall at two and a half as Jefferson had retaken the momentum with his clever reversal. The FinishAfter a very technical opening and a fast paced middle of the match both men had worked up a sweat after about six minutes of wrestling. With neither man necessarily a crowd favorite it was tough to gauge who the crowd was pulling for as the match headed into the closing minutes. Jefferson maintained control after a few grounded strikes after Bryce had kicked out once again forcing the official to pull him off. Taylor had barely gotten to one knee though when Jefferson went back onto the attack connecting with an incredible Énzuigiri that looked like it could have knocked Bryce’s head off but it wasn’t enough for Jefferson as he went to go for his patented Trifecta. Three consecutive moonsaults, one from each rope and finishing the third off with a little extra pizazz as he covered Bryce and looked to have the match one but Bryce showed some surprising resiliency kicking out at the two and a half count once again. Jack Jefferson got to his feet waiting for Bryce to get to his feet and once he got their he grabbed him in a waist clutch but Bryce dropped out into an inside cradle using Jefferson’s own set up against him but it was not to be as Jefferson was able to kick out at two once again. This move however signalled the end of Bryce as Jack Jefferson’s demeanor changed in the blink of an eye, the ruthlessness with which he took out LyCoS coming through. Bryce worked to his feet but Jefferson connected with a punch to the stomach that allowed him to get up to his feet. Bryce went for a shot of his own but it was blocked by Jefferson who caught the punch, fired Bryce down with a deep arm drag and as he got to his feet planted him with a Blizzard Suplex for the three count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:22:24 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 10: Rocky Gets A Montage, Andrew Just Gets A Segment Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] September 1stChi-Town. Chicago, Illinois. My new home. Fortunately, I have a cousin who lives down here and he managed to find me a small apartment to live it. I’ve got a job at night as janitor at a hotel. It pays the bills. After being gone a week, I decide to give a quick call to the guys back home to make sure they are doing well. I put my quarters in the payphone and type in Jamol’s number. After a few rings, someone picks up who is not Jamol. Tommy: Hello? Tommy?Tommy: Andrew! How’s it going bro? Not bad kid. I’m all settled in, started training in a gym. Its going pretty good. How is home? Why did you pick up Jamol’s phone?Tommy: Things are great here! Jamol is in the zone, writing. He won a battle earlier in the week and won studio time. He is even using a couple of my beats. That’s pretty cool. How is home?Tommy: Surpringsly good. Dad has been doing much better. He has cut down on the drinking. And on the hitting me. I’m glad to hear that. What about Nicole?Tommy: She’s ok. She asks if I have talked to you and then plays it off like she doesn’t care. Women.Tommy: Heh. Well dude, I’ll let you go. I’ll call again later this week. Keep up the good work and shit.Tommy: Ok. Bye Andrew. Later bro.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ September 7thNot only was everyone at home doing well, but I was getting by too. An almost-full time job was paying the bills and I even got a start on my fighting career. I joined a gym, almost straight out of Rocky: people jumping rope, hitting speed bags, sparring in a beat up ring and even an old man, named Max, doing the training. And today Max saw it fit that the new guy in the gym spars against the gym’s top guy: Rodney “The Lightning Bolt” Richards. Now, I don’t really understand why they call him the lightning bolt. Apparently because he is fast, but I don’t see it. He is a little bit shorter than me and the only thing on him that resembles a lightning bolt is his crooked nose. Max: Alright Rodney, time to play some defense. Let’s see some good dodges! Rodney starts to back off of me. I guess it is my turn to show what I can do. But I can’t go too hard, what if I hurt him? The top prospect here, injured by a rookie. I advance forward and work on some of my new boxing techniques: quick jabs, one twos, body shots. But all of my attempts are easily countered by the ring veteran. Max: C’mon kid, show me what you can do! That rookie crap isn’t gonna help Rodney! Hit ‘em! Oh right, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be helped crooked nose. Fine, if he wants it, then I’ll bring it. I switch my feet, putting my right foot forward. It tough to get close to Rodney who has his left foot forward still, not wanting to compromise his stronger hits. I throw several shots with my left to his body, using my longer reach. After four or five of them he sees them coming so he shift his guard. On the six, I fake the body shot and get a great shot in with my right to his unprotected jaw line. He stumbles back and I switch my feet back for the optimal offense. Just as he regains his balance I come in strong, throwing several punches to his guards. I see an open shot to the body so I take it, which open my up for another hard face shot with the right. This one brings Rodney to the mat.
Everyone in the gym is shocked and Max jumps into the ring to check on his protege. It definetly wasn’t a knock out, but it is a start. I look around expecting some congratulations, but nothing. They either check on Rodney or continue their workouts. Oh well, it was a victory in my mind…
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ September 12thMax stops the fighting and tells Andrew he has to leave and never come back. When everyone goes away, he tells me to go here instead. Two days later and it still hasn’t blown over. Everyone in the gym gives me dirty looks whenever I do anything. “That’s the kid who took down Rod. Look at the smug little prick.” I was just doing what I was told, and Max knows that which is why he is the only one around that hasn’t been treating me like- ?: Hey little shit! Yeah, like that. I turn around to see Rodney himself approaching me. Other people gather around us. Apperently it going to be quite the scene. Rodney: What you doing there? Picking up the towels like Max said.Rodney: You do everything Max says don’t you? Apparently. He says pick up the towels, I pick em up. He says hit you, well we know what happened there.Murmurs start up as a fire is ignited in Rodney’s eyes. I pick up the last towel in the area and try to walk away, but Rodney steps in front of me. Rodney: Listen punk, why don’t you just go home to mommy. And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It wasn’t the fact that he hit the towel bucket out of my hands, spill all the work I did onto the floor. I lunge at him and knee him in the stomach, but before I can get my hands on him, I am thrown to ground. He holds me to the ground but I manage to wriggle out and get on top of him. It all happened so fast I don’t even know how it happened. Max: Stop it all of you! Everyone looks up to see Max standing behind the group of people. They clear a path for him to get to us and I get off the random asshole who took me down. Max: Kid, you’re done. You can’t stay here if you cause shit like this! All of you, back to work! The group scatters as I lower my head and walk toward the door, trying hard not to make eye contact with Rodney. I get to the door and I feel a hand on my shoulder. Max. Max: Listen, kid. You have a good heart. Good spirit. Great skill. But I can’t start over now. Rodney’s my best shot at seeing a championship anytime soon. But I got good news. This place seems more up your alley. Max hands me a card and I shake his hand before I make my way off to home for the weekend.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ September 15thMixed Martial Arts. Much closer to street fighting than boxing. I have a lot of work to do to get the right form, but apparently I am a natural says my new trainer Mike. This gym is a lot newer looking, a little more high tech. I tried out there and one of the trainers jumped on me instantly, saying I reminded him of him. This is most definitely an upgrade from my past gym. It is a lot of work, but I am willing to do anything to stay here.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:22:58 GMT -5
Book 1: D-Town Chapter 10: Rocky Gets A Montage, Andrew Just Gets A Segment Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] September 1stChi-Town. Chicago, Illinois. My new home. Fortunately, I have a cousin who lives down here and he managed to find me a small apartment to live it. I’ve got a job at night as janitor at a hotel. It pays the bills. After being gone a week, I decide to give a quick call to the guys back home to make sure they are doing well. I put my quarters in the payphone and type in Jamol’s number. After a few rings, someone picks up who is not Jamol. Tommy: Hello? Tommy?Tommy: Andrew! How’s it going bro? Not bad kid. I’m all settled in, started training in a gym. Its going pretty good. How is home? Why did you pick up Jamol’s phone?Tommy: Things are great here! Jamol is in the zone, writing. He won a battle earlier in the week and won studio time. He is even using a couple of my beats. That’s pretty cool. How is home?Tommy: Surpringsly good. Dad has been doing much better. He has cut down on the drinking. And on the hitting me. I’m glad to hear that. What about Nicole?Tommy: She’s ok. She asks if I have talked to you and then plays it off like she doesn’t care. Women.Tommy: Heh. Well dude, I’ll let you go. I’ll call again later this week. Keep up the good work and shit.Tommy: Ok. Bye Andrew. Later bro.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ September 7thNot only was everyone at home doing well, but I was getting by too. An almost-full time job was paying the bills and I even got a start on my fighting career. I joined a gym, almost straight out of Rocky: people jumping rope, hitting speed bags, sparring in a beat up ring and even an old man, named Max, doing the training. And today Max saw it fit that the new guy in the gym spars against the gym’s top guy: Rodney “The Lightning Bolt” Richards. Now, I don’t really understand why they call him the lightning bolt. Apparently because he is fast, but I don’t see it. He is a little bit shorter than me and the only thing on him that resembles a lightning bolt is his crooked nose. Max: Alright Rodney, time to play some defense. Let’s see some good dodges! Rodney starts to back off of me. I guess it is my turn to show what I can do. But I can’t go too hard, what if I hurt him? The top prospect here, injured by a rookie. I advance forward and work on some of my new boxing techniques: quick jabs, one twos, body shots. But all of my attempts are easily countered by the ring veteran. Max: C’mon kid, show me what you can do! That rookie crap isn’t gonna help Rodney! Hit ‘em! Oh right, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be helped crooked nose. Fine, if he wants it, then I’ll bring it. I switch my feet, putting my right foot forward. It tough to get close to Rodney who has his left foot forward still, not wanting to compromise his stronger hits. I throw several shots with my left to his body, using my longer reach. After four or five of them he sees them coming so he shift his guard. On the six, I fake the body shot and get a great shot in with my right to his unprotected jaw line. He stumbles back and I switch my feet back for the optimal offense. Just as he regains his balance I come in strong, throwing several punches to his guards. I see an open shot to the body so I take it, which open my up for another hard face shot with the right. This one brings Rodney to the mat.
Everyone in the gym is shocked and Max jumps into the ring to check on his protege. It definetly wasn’t a knock out, but it is a start. I look around expecting some congratulations, but nothing. They either check on Rodney or continue their workouts. Oh well, it was a victory in my mind…
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ September 12thMax stops the fighting and tells Andrew he has to leave and never come back. When everyone goes away, he tells me to go here instead. Two days later and it still hasn’t blown over. Everyone in the gym gives me dirty looks whenever I do anything. “That’s the kid who took down Rod. Look at the smug little prick.” I was just doing what I was told, and Max knows that which is why he is the only one around that hasn’t been treating me like- ?: Hey little shit! Yeah, like that. I turn around to see Rodney himself approaching me. Other people gather around us. Apperently it going to be quite the scene. Rodney: What you doing there? Picking up the towels like Max said.Rodney: You do everything Max says don’t you? Apparently. He says pick up the towels, I pick em up. He says hit you, well we know what happened there.Murmurs start up as a fire is ignited in Rodney’s eyes. I pick up the last towel in the area and try to walk away, but Rodney steps in front of me. Rodney: Listen punk, why don’t you just go home to mommy. And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It wasn’t the fact that he hit the towel bucket out of my hands, spill all the work I did onto the floor. I lunge at him and knee him in the stomach, but before I can get my hands on him, I am thrown to ground. He holds me to the ground but I manage to wriggle out and get on top of him. It all happened so fast I don’t even know how it happened. Max: Stop it all of you! Everyone looks up to see Max standing behind the group of people. They clear a path for him to get to us and I get off the random asshole who took me down. Max: Kid, you’re done. You can’t stay here if you cause shit like this! All of you, back to work! The group scatters as I lower my head and walk toward the door, trying hard not to make eye contact with Rodney. I get to the door and I feel a hand on my shoulder. Max. Max: Listen, kid. You have a good heart. Good spirit. Great skill. But I can’t start over now. Rodney’s my best shot at seeing a championship anytime soon. But I got good news. This place seems more up your alley. Max hands me a card and I shake his hand before I make my way off to home for the weekend.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ September 15thMixed Martial Arts. Much closer to street fighting than boxing. I have a lot of work to do to get the right form, but apparently I am a natural says my new trainer Mike. This gym is a lot newer looking, a little more high tech. I tried out there and one of the trainers jumped on me instantly, saying I reminded him of him. This is most definitely an upgrade from my past gym. It is a lot of work, but I am willing to do anything to stay here.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:23:20 GMT -5
Discipline! Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson is sat alone is a dark room staring towards a camera. In his right hand he holds a dog leash which he appears to be fascinated with, staring at it and repeatedly twirling it around in his hand. His head snaps forward though as he starts speaking, staring directly into the camera with an extremely serious expression on his face.
Jefferson: What separates humans from animals? The answer to this question is something that has been debated for years but for me it’s quite simple...intelligence. Humans have the intelligence to make considered decisions animals would never be capable of. Such a decision is to domesticate animals.
Jefferson looks once more at the leash he hold in his hands, the sick grin we’ve been seeing a lot of recently fixing itself on his face.
Jefferson: All animals started off wild and to be allowed inside a human society they had to be tamed – this is a fact that remains true to this very day. Taming an animal is not a pleasant process; ruthless discipline is the only thing they understand. Ruthless discipline enforced by any means necessary.
The concept of Negative Re-Enforcement is a simple one... something does something wrong and they are punished. These punishments are often brutal but that is the only way they will learn. Recently people have become more favourable to Positive Re-Enforcement – where an animal is rewarded for doing things right – but I say this leaves too much margin for error, it’s becoming an increasingly common trend for people to get mauled by vicious and psychotic dogs, I wonder why!
Back to the matter at hand; currently there is an animal running wild within ACW doing whatever it wants whenever it wants. People might think LyCoS is controllable but I disagree, he’s a menace that needs to be tamed...wild animals within a civilised society are always dangerous. Maybe it’s time for LyCoS to be taught the benefit of Negative Re-Enforcement!
Jefferson rises to his feet, the sadistic grin now firmly in place, and walks towards the camera. He removes it from the tripod where it has been resting and turns it around so it is looking ahead of him. Jack then proceeds to leave the room and enter the maze of corridors known as the backstage area of ACW. For ages it seems he’s just wandering aimlessly, and he probably is seeing as he doesn’t actually know where LyCoS is lurking. That is until he finally stumbles across him. Luckily for Jefferson, LyCoS is facing away from him as it is inevitable that LyCoS would want revenge for Jefferson attacking him last week.
Jefferson pauses slightly upon seeing LyCoS and a rustling sound can be heard, like Jefferson is finding something on his person. It quickly becomes obvious that Jefferson is clutching his crowbar in his right hand as he switches the camera to his left. He then charges to utilise the element of surprise. It certainly works and LyCoS turns only as Jefferson is pretty much on top of him and is defenceless to stop Jefferson driving the crowbar into his skull and knocking him out cold. Jefferson points the camera downwards at LyCoS for a second before turning it upwards to face him.
Jefferson: And so it begins...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:23:41 GMT -5
Segment: Reactionary Reactions (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, the Senator's office is occupied by four indivduals, including the two Capitalists, the head ACW trainer, "Textbook" Tim Dwight, and the chief occupant himself, Steve Phillips. Kalb and Fitsharris are both only partially involved in the conversation at hand, both more busy with their game of Street Fighter IV on the plasma TV in the room.
Tim Dwight: So I told Biff that he would have some great talent to draw upon if he ever made that decision. In fact, there's a new guy I've scouted who could be a heckofa foe for Alger...but that's not why you called me in here, is it?
The Senator: Indeed it is not. No, I think we both know what the issue is.
Dwight: Omega Effect, of course. You know my Gym is always open, but I know you've been training really hard as of late in some outside facilities.
Senator: Mainly tightening up my striking game, most everything else is as good as it will ever be, speed, strength, conditioning, but there is one thing you can help with. I need that final edge over my opponents, I need to be tougher than they are, I need to exceed my full combat potential, and this is where you come into the picture. Once before, you found someone who forced me to go beyond my breaking limits.
Dwight: Mr. Nobunaga.
Senator: Correct.
Dwight: You need me to find him again?
Senator: Yes, but I need you to do more than that. I cannot go off and train at his gym, I need Nobunaga to head here to head up my training, money being no object. I hate the old dragon, but he is the best in the business, no disrespect intended to you.
Dwight: Hardly, I have a full workload aside from this gig, and I'd hardly be able to formulate a top level program for you in this short amount of time, not without dropping off in other areas. In any case, I know I can get him to set up here for a few weeks, no problem at all. I'll just set aside the second training ring, and I'm sure he'll make do with whatever's avaliable.
Senator: Excellent. Now, if only I could find a way to shut Jake Steele's gigantic mouth! That fool...
Dwight: Is beating you in mindgames. Yes, I know he's...
Senator: I mean, I hardly look at him as "black." I hate Thunderkiss just as much as I hate Steele, and other than his ridiculous spray on tan, he hardly qualifies as decending from an African ancestor! Indeed, what truly disturbs me about Jake Steele is that he has no true reason for holding that title, other than his own continued success! BK London and Jay Zero both had terrible designs on that belt, but at least they were willing to put their bodies on the line for something beyond the mere pinfall or submission! Steele could hardly come close to someone as noble as Alicia Kitsune or as enigmatic as Yoko Satoshi! No, all Steele cares about is keeping that belt another month, and such an attitude should be strongly reprimanded...well...if Ginger refuses to do so, then it falls upon myself to take that title away, to steal Mr. Steele's dreams from him, and that, my friend...
Fitsharris: Is nothing but the truth! Aww man, stop spamming sonic booms, that's mega cheap!
Dwight: I was never one for these big title matches, but I think Nobunaga will help you set your head on straight, that is, if he doesn't knock it straight off, first. Just focus on the big goal, yeah, easier said than done, but you can, and you will do it. I do not approve of your current attitude and approach, and you know that, but we've been friends for many years, and as that friend, I am telling you that if you can just bring that old focus into play, perhaps you have a chance here. I'm sure you're a busy man, but...
Senator: I will take the words into consideration, but as I do so, I cannot forget that I would not be here with this title shot had I not thrown aside my code of conduct, had I abided by the old rules, had I been the old Steve Phillips. I would not be here to prove that I can win the big one, that I can win on the largest stage of the year, that I can take the title back for all that is good and just. And with that, I must get back to this paperwork, thank you for your assistance, and I hope to hear from Nobunaga sooner than later.
Kalb: Hey, don't quit, I beat you fair and square! Not my fault you jumped right into the flash kick...awwww! Throw that controller at me one more time, and you're a dead man!
Fitsharris: Hey, look out, woah, I'm outta here!
Senator(under his breath): Those two...I can never tell if they are the biggest idiots in the world, or...yeah, helpful idiots would be the best description. Helpful, loyal idiots.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:24:02 GMT -5
ATTN: Thunder Train. You Suck! <_< By Dave Shadow
As we cut back to the arena, “Come with me” starts to blare over the sound system once more, as Dave makes yet another appearance in the ACW arena. The crow bay for his blood, as he walks out through the curtains, a sly smirk and a confident swagger in his step. He dances his way down to the ring, refusing to let the crowd reaction get to him, as he slides under the bottom rope. He climbs to his feet and signals for a microphone to be handed in to him, so he can address the crowd once more.
Dave: Ladies and gentlemen, for weeks now, everyone has told me that I am too scared to face off against Thunder Train. Everyone thinks I am some coward who is too chicken to challenge the International Champion. And why? Because I’m smaller than him? Because I am weaker than him? Well, tonight, I show you all that what you’ve heard is all a load of bull-hooky. Tonight, I call out Thunder Train.
Train, for weeks now, I’ve tried to extend an olive branch, and I’ve tried to be the bigger man. Metaphorically, at least. I’ve showered you in gifts, I’ve set up expensive shows, I’ve done my very best to try and be a nice guy. And I’ve done that not because I am afraid, but because I respect you and want to make sure you respect me. But how have you responded? With threats of violence and aggression. Yes, some of the things I tried to do backfired. Some of them spectacularly. But it is the thought process behind it that counts. And you’ve thrown things back in my face. So right now, I want you to come down here and we can settle this, man to man.The crowd boo; they’ve all seen what happened earlier and they, like Shadow, know that Train can’t make it to the ring.Edison: Earlier this evening, we saw Shadow trap Train backstage. He’s locked backstage somewhere. McNally: It’s amazing how brave he can be when he knows Train is elsewhere. Dave continues to wait, shouting up the ramp without the mic, inviting Train out. As the crowd boo, Dave finally puts the microphone back up to his mouth.
Dave: Come on Train, what do I have to do to get you to come down here? Do I have to taunt you? Cause I will. I’ve got a whole stack of “Yo Momma” jokes lined up, and some of them are damn racist. Will that get you to come out and confront me? Hey, everyone. Why did the chicken cross the road? To escape the gluttonous pig that is Thunder Train!Dave holds the mic up, smiling to the crowd as if expecting a laugh. Alas, all he finds is a mixture of contemptuous groans and boos.
Dave: Or, hey. Maybe we’ll skip the jokes altogether? Maybe.....Dave looks round at the ringside area, before spotting something. He slides out of the ring lunges at a man in the crowd. Before he can react, Dave has taken the man’s hotdog and drink. Dave puts it on the apron and moves towards another fat woman, stealing her food as well. He slides back into the ring and picks up all the food in the crook of his arm.
Dave: Oh, look at me! I’m Thunder Train. I eat loads, but it’s because I’m over compensating cause no one likes me.Dave starts cramming his face with the food, sending bits of it everywhere. Half of it goes down his front, as he pulls the lid off the drink and pours it down his mouth, covering most of his face in the process.
Dave: Oh nom nom nom. Oh nom nom. Oh nom nom.Dave throws the remains of the food on the ground.
Dave: Will that do it Train? You gonna come out now? You going to come down and confront me like a ma....“Gourmet Race” hits the speakers, and Dave’s jaw drops to the floor. As the lights flash through the arena, the crowd are delighted. They can’t wait for Train to come out and mop the ring canvas with Dave’s head. The camera cuts to Dave in the ring, as he circle round, looking every direction. As the time passes though, people start to realise they’ve been fooled. Dave’s face changes from shock to a massive smile. The music dies down, as the crowd’s boos grow even louder, the hatred for Dave growing to fever pitch.
Dave: Ha ha. Got ya. See, I may be riffing on Train, but I know the real reason that he’s not coming down that ramp right now.McNally: He’s locked backstage somewhere? Dave: Ladies and gentlemen, Thunder Train is scared of me. And to be honest, I don’t blame him one bit. After all, I am the fastest rising superstar that ACW has signed to a contract at the moment. I am tearing through the ranks with an unparalleled speed, and Train knows that he is the next obstacle in my path. He carries not only a championship belt, but a title which I require to continue on my quest to become the legend that I know I deserve to be. Train has seen me in action. He knows how good I am. So when it finally comes time to face me in this ring.....he chickens out. He’s not coming because he knows I will beat him.
Size doesn’t matter. Nor does experience. What matters is the fact I am better than him in every single, possible way, and he is only too aware of this face. So tell you what Train. You can sit back there in your dressing room, and you can hide all you want. But come Omega Effect, you and me are going to fight, and I am going to take that championship title belt off you. It’s not a possibility. It’s a guarantee. Each and every one of you now need to realise that I am the future of this company. Train knows it; it’s why he has refused to come out here tonight. The Road Steelers know it. It’s why Steele has to resort to cheating and underhanded assaults to try and gain the upper hand. And most importantly, I know it. Because I am confident that with the International Championship around my waist, and the World Title around the waist of Thunderkiss, ACW can enter a new era of brilliance.
The era of Zero Tolerance.
And you won’t like how we get there. But when we do...some day....you’ll thank us for it.Dave drops the microphone, as he starts dancing to his own music which begins to play. It is barely audible however, as the crowd attempt to boo until their lungs explode. None of it bothers Dave though. He just continues to dance and smirk.McNally: Well, unfortunatly, this isn't the last we've seen of Dave. He'll be back here later on in the main event. Edison: Jesus, how much more of this guy can we take. >_< [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:24:21 GMT -5
Segment: Purgatory, Part 1 (Credit: AK/Freeman)
The distinctive smell of concrete dust is the first thing which Jason Freeman becomes aware of as he regains consciousness. The haziness of his senses gradually clears, and he realises quite quickly that his ability to move has been severely restricted.
He opens his eyes, and looks around the room as far as he is able to, which really isn’t all that far at all. Not that there’s much to see; there is a metal table on wheels, and the brightness of the light above him tells him that the light fixing is directly above his head. He can’t look upward to examine it further; he is seated in a chair with a foot rest and similar rests for the arms, and a back which extends up behind his head. Straps secure him at the ankles, thighs, forearms, across his upper chest, and there is some sort of restraint across his forehead. This means that all he can do is stare at the blank grey wall across from him. There must be a door to the room, but he can’t see it from where he is.
He tries rocking his body to see if the seat will move; it’s absolutely solid. Freeman deduces that it must be fixed directly to the floor. From what he can see, the floor is dusty, but it is not old dust – whatever this room used to be, or wherever it is, it has only recently been arranged into its present form.
There is no source of daylight or other reference by which Freeman can judge the passage of time. He has no way of knowing how long he was knocked out for, either.
He tests the chair again, and then the various restraints in turn; they remain unmoved by his plight. He closes his eyes for a moment... and that’s when his mind starts to flicker toward the possibilities of what will happen to him. Frankly, none of them are good. A wry voice somewhere in the back of his head, one which he seemingly listens to far less than is ideal, remarks that most of the thoughts which are gnawing at him are the same ones he came up with when he was planning an uncomfortably similar scheme of his own a few weeks previously...
Nothing happens, and in some ways that’s worse than most of the alternatives. Freeman’s willpower is strong and he orders the unhelpful thoughts out of his head, but they continue to hover just on the edge of his consciousness. Despite his best efforts, it occurs to him that maybe this is all there is going to be; that all which awaits him is a slow decline due to thirst, a drawn-out descent into nothingness.
Freeman: HELLO?!!
He curses; his silence had been a form of resistance, but his voice is the only way in which he can try and attract attention, and in the face of what “alone” now means, Freeman’s self-preservation instinct overrides his other motivations. He listens intently, trying to work out if any of the sound has carried beyond the room he’s in.
Freeman: IS ANYONE THERE? SHOW YOURSELF!
His face flushes with frustration and anger; every word pierces his pride. He listens again; absolutely nothing. He does not call out again; it’s important that he saves his strength. Someone will come.
No, not someone. She will come. He’s sure of it. “But”, that wry voice asks him, “why are you so sure?”
Is it because he believes she’s not cruel enough at heart to abandon someone to such a fate?
Or is it because, had the positions been reversed as he’d once intended, he’d have wanted to enjoy the sweet sensations of revenge in person?
He’ll have his answer..... eventually.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:25:05 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 11 (Credit: Lee)
The scene fades in to a shot of a basketball court, seen from behind a chain link fence. The people playing are all dressed in similar attire: white T-shirts with black pants. The backdrop is composed of an imposing, solitary white wall with barbed wire at the top.
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Lee: Let go! Get off!
A much older boy holds Lee in a firm headlock as two of his accomplices taunt him.
Older Boy: What’s the matter, kiddo, gonna cry like you did last night?
Lee: Screw you, let go!
Older Boy: You crying now, aren’t you?
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Shot of Lee standing in front of a window. The dim rays of another passing sunset shine as he clutches the cold metal bars in front of him.
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Wide shot of the barracks in the prison dorms. Row upon rows of bunk beds, all with the same white sheets and olive green blankets.
Tight shot of Lee sleeping.
Boy’s Voice: Hey, what’s your name?
Lee: Lee.
Boy: Well, it’s gonna be “Bitch” if you don’t stop acting like one.
Lee: ( despondent ) Sorry.
Boy: Don’t be sorry. Just stop. You gotta act hard in here, fool. If they think you’re a punk, they gonna think all Asian kids are punks. Get it?
Lee: ( quiet ) Sorry.
With a silent sniffle, Lee closes his eyes again, hoping sleep takes him to a different place.
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Lee sits on his bed, scribbling on a sheet of paper.
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Close-up of a padlock that’s been broken off a metal box. The older boy who was tormenting Lee before stands before it, evil intentions shining in his eyes. He opens the lid and reaches inside to find a stack of envelopes.
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Scene fades up again in the prison kitchen. The older boy and five of his cohorts sit on the stainless steel table as they read from a piece of paper, jubilant grins adorning their faces.
Older Boy: “Dear, Lee. I am so sad right now. I can’t believe where you are and what happened to you. I am so hurt because I never had a chance to say goodbye.”
The trio of older boys giggle.
Older Boy: My God, this is the gayest shit I’ve ever heard.
All Lee can do is continue to stoically wash the dishes.
Older Boy: “I know it’s going to be a long time before we see each other again, but I just want you to know that no matter what happens, I’ll be here for you.”
This incites more condescending sniggers from the group.
Older Boy: Man, this is just too depressing! “Love, Sammy. P.S. I saw Fat Petey the other day and he said, ‘I’m sorry for everything.’” Who the hell is Fat Petey?! Your boyfriend?!
The sniggers escalate into full-out laughter.
Older Boy: This Sammy sounds kinda hot to me. Don’t let me get her address, fool.
Lee glances over at the boy working next to him, the one from the night before in the dorm.
Boy: You gonna let ‘em say that?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:25:28 GMT -5
Taming the Beast Jack Jefferson
The picture is blurry and shaky as Jefferson turns the handheld camera on and places it on the tripod. As he moves away it becomes blatantly obvious we’re somewhere in the bowels of the ACW Arena. His face comes back into view, very close up.
Jefferson: All animals need to be taught respect. This particular animal has no respect and needs to be taught to respect me, by any means necessary. It’s time to tame the beast!
Jefferson smiles and walks away from the camera. LyCoS is now revealed and he appears to be just coming around after being rendered unconscious by Jefferson’s crowbar. Around LyCoS’ neck is a huge dog collar which is attached to a thick metal chain which has, in turn, been attached to the wall. Also, it appears LyCoS’ hands have been bound behind his back, leaving him completely defenceless as Jefferson approaches him.
LyCoS struggles against his shackles as Jefferson stands in front of him, a wide smile on his face, but it is to no avail. Jefferson laughs as LyCoS is dragged back by the leash. He then slowly takes off his belt and wraps it around his fist. With great relish he takes his fist and drives it into LyCoS’ face, once, twice, thrice. He stops after the third blow and steps back, surveying the blood trickling from LyCoS’ nose and the corner of his mouth.
Jefferson: Do you respect me?
LyCoS says nothing but shakes his head. Jefferson’s eyes narrow and a scowl crosses his face. He drives his fist into LyCoS’ face one more time before unwrapping the belt from his fist. He cracks the leather across LyCoS’ back, drawing out a howl of pain, and follows it up by repeatedly whipping him with increased ferocity. When Jefferson stops there a sore-looking red welts all over the back of LyCoS and this sight returns the smile to his face.
Jefferson: Do you respect me now?!
No answer comes from LyCoS and this forces Jefferson’s blood to boil. Using the belt again he repeatedly whips the back of LyCoS, his face turning red with rage as he does so. After the leather has cracked into LyCoS’ back numerous times, and he has writhed in pain at each one, Jefferson wraps the belt around his fist once more. Over and over again he drives his fist into the face of LyCoS, only stopping when blood flows freely from various parts of his face and he is limp, being held up only by the leash around his neck. Jefferson steps back to admire his work and LyCoS is barely recognisable. Both his eyes are swollen, a huge gash above the right, his lips are cracked, his jaw is swollen and bleeding and his nose has clearly been broken. Jefferson crouches down, putting his face close to LyCoS’.
Jefferson: Do...you...respect...me...now?!
LyCoS shakes his head at the third repetition of the question and Jefferson looks like he’s going to explode with sheer rage. He walks away from LyCoS and retrieves his crowbar. He wields the crowbar with a menacing glint in his eye as he walks towards LyCoS. He crouches, brandishing the crowbar in LyCoS’ face, before standing back up and bring the crowbar smashing into LyCoS’ skull, instantly rendering him unconscious. Jefferson turns back to the camera, a smirk on his face.
Jefferson: I guess some dogs just can’t be tamed.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:26:02 GMT -5
Match 4: Rena vs. Hitman (Credit: Hitman)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:26:31 GMT -5
Stumbling Blocks [/color] Credit: VorteX/The Reprobate [/center] After all the fast paced action that has occurred so far, fans are raring for more, and more is what they are about to get. “Out of the Ashes” hits and Vortex appears at the top of the entrance ramp, standing for a moment and surveying the crowd. After coming out on top in the Entertainment Challenge, Vortex can only think of how things will go wrong from here. As he ponders, he also walks, down to the ring that is. Vortex slides underneath the ropes, takes a microphone, and begins to speak. Vortex: Stay a while…and listen. The fans cheer, perhaps because they are anticipating what Vortex will say about Stan or the Entertainment Challenge, or maybe due to those words seemingly never getting old. Vortex: After my fun ‘date’ last week, it would seem that you all have put me on top of the Entertainment Challenge, and for that I want to thank you. More cheering ensues, and a few sparse “we want Ursula” chants begin. Vortex shakes his head and laughs, waiting for the chanting to die down.Vortex: Unfortunately, I’m not out here for that type of entertainment, I’m out here to discuss a different type of Entertainment. Depending on your perspective, entertainment can also be translated as pain. A loud burst of cheering, as fans now get the message, a message that includes the names Stan Vishis and The Reprobate.Vortex: Last week, I called Stan Vishis out here. Much like his mentor, he enjoys hiding and playing ‘mind games’. So I decided to take a different perspective on matters, instead of tearing down the wall brick by brick, I’m going to drive right through it and go for the source. The Reprobate. The intensity in the arena picks up a bit, and some fans are hoping for a face to face confrontation between the two. For weeks, The Reprobate has been missing from TV, and a surprise appearance from him tonight may be likely. Vortex: Rep, you have been hiding in dirty rooms for long enough. Your lackies may be puppets on strings, however I am not and frankly I’m tired of dealing with all of the stupidity. So before I get really pissed and come back to whatever pile of filth your hiding in toda….VorteX is interrupted as the instrumental version of "Black Republican" by Nas & Jay-Z hits on the loudspeaker. The camera moves from the visibly annoyed and frustrated VorteX in the ring over to the entrance area. As the organs wail and the main drums kick in, Stan bursts out from behind the curtains with a microphone in his hand. The big man Baron Trotter follows and keeps an eye out on the angry fans at ringside. Beside Baron, Pistol Pete wanders out with his head held low. As the music dies down, Stan raises his microphone.Stan Vishis: VorteX, you said enough. During the time that I've been working with Rep, I have learned a lot about psychology. A few weeks ago, I've been coming out here and attacking you because I wanted to beat you down so bad. But Rep taught me that to get what you want, you shouldn't always attack from behind. He taught me that instead of letting the world know that you want to fight VorteX, you should lay back and take your physical fury out on the microphone and make VorteX want to come to you. Now, you want me in a match? I have you exactly where I want you. Even now, VorteX, with every word that I'm speakin, you want to hop out of that ring and come beat me down. The crowd erupts at the thought of seeing VorteX shut Stan's mouth, and he stops talking until the cheers die down.Stan Vishis: But that ain't happenin, hot stuff. You want a match with me? You gotta work for it. Next week, you're gonna have a match with Pistol Pete. If you can beat Pete, you can have a match with me. What do you say? Vortex: Sorry, I didn’t quite here you. I was too busy imagining you taking your ‘physical fury’ out on the microphone. Let’s just hope that ‘physical fury’ is PG…because otherwise we’re going to need a good psychiatrist down here. Pete gives Stan an awkward look, and Stan slowly looks at the microphone, then Vortex, then Pete and then begins swearing and pointing violently in Vortex’s direction. While he continues to throw a fit Vortex speaks once more.Vortex: There isn’t much stopping me from coming down there and beating the hell out of both of you. I’ve taken stacked odds many times before, and this time would be no different. The arena explodes with “kick their ass Vortex!” chants. Vortex stands for a moment and basks in the chants before speaking.Vortex: The downside to taking such a course of action is that I would be no better than you. See, if I come down there tonight I’m giving in…what your entire group wants is to see me get angry. Unfortunately for the fans, that will have to wait. Cheers are replaced with boos; as the fans are not happy at seeing Vortex seemingly back down from a challenge.Vortex: Trust me, when Karl Childers and I go toe to toe next week, I’ll make it interesting. Stan, I’m letting you know now that you and mommy Rep can’t hide much longer. After I take your special needs friend to school, I’m coming for you, both mentally and physically. Stan Vishis: Oh yeah, well we'll see about that. We'll see about that. Vortex says nothing and turns to hand the microphone back to the timekeeper. Stan and Baron turn to leave, however Pistol Pete is infuriated at Vortex’s insults and makes his way towards the ring. Vortex stands there for a moment, sensing something’s wrong and then feels the ring shake underneath his feet…someone is entering.
Vortex lingers a moment longer and then turns just in time to block Pete’s fist from connecting with his head. Vortex looks at Pete for a moment and then glances down towards his other hand. Pete follows his gaze…. PSST! POOMF!The microphone makes a loud, heavy hissing sound as it meets Pete’s face. Pete falls backwards and hits the mat hard still holding onto his face. Vortex isn’t done there and picks Pete up once more. The crowd wants to see some more microphone justice, instead Vortex simply takes Pete by the head and hefts him outside the ring. Pete hits the guardrail hard and lies there holding the back of his head. Vortex says nothing further, drops the microphone and exits the ring. As the fans cheer him on, Vortex walks up the ramp and backstage. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:27:07 GMT -5
Down by the Lake Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson pulls up his car near to the lakeside, the stones crunching under his tyres as he comes to a halt. He steps out of the car, drinking in the scene that lies before him. The secluded lake is bathed in moonlight and mostly surrounded by trees; Jefferson has parked on a small patch of stony ground which leads to a dilapidated wooden jetty jutting out into the water. Jefferson perches himself on his bonnet and looks up at the full moon hanging in the sky. He looks at peace for the first time since Tommy Fingers paid him a visit on May 21st.
He hops down, a steely grimace back on his face and walks around the back of his car. He pops open the boot and smirks down upon its contents...a large burlap sack. With a grunt he drags the sack out of the boot and dumps it on the floor. The sack, or its contents, makes a groan as it crashes into the stony ground. Jefferson unties the knot keeping the sack shut, revealing that inside is a bound and gagged LyCoS.
Jefferson: Must be nice to get back to nature!
Laughing at his own joke, Jefferson mocks LyCoS by tilting his head back and howling at the moon. LyCoS looks up at him but Jefferson averts his gaze with a right hand to the face.
Jefferson: That’s your problem LyCoS! You have no discipline. You have no respect. To live within our society you need to be tamed. I tried to help you! You wouldn’t let me though and now it’s come to this. You’re like an unruly mongrel that won’t follow orders! Do you know what happens to mongrels that can’t be tamed?
...they get put down!!
On that note Jefferson kicks LyCoS in the head, shoves it back into the burlap sack and ties the top closed. Inside the bag LyCoS struggles and thrashes about, Jefferson kicks and stomps him until he stops and then Jefferson begins hauling the bag towards the water. He continues dragging the sack onto the jetty, ignoring the struggles of LyCoS, until he gets to the end where the lack of places to walk dictates he must end. He opens the sack up once more, his sick smile being cast down upon LyCoS.
Jefferson: Time to sink or swim. Good luck with that!
LyCoS’ eyes widen in terror as Jefferson shoves him off the end of the jetty and looks down at him, smiling sadistically. As he hits the water LyCoS struggles but with his arms and legs bound he is defenceless to being sucked under the water. As he disappears Jefferson walks away, wiping his hands together as if he’s washing his hands of LyCoS.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:27:34 GMT -5
"Kids, Don't play with TOO MANY Knives" Credit: Danny Mainer/Thunder Train Permanently dangerous, Danny is in his locker room enjoying his night off by flinging knives at a cardboard cut out of Uri Geller nailed to his door. Several knives have been lobbed so far and when we see Mr. Mainer, we see him lining up a headshot after already having thrown a knife at the cutouts legs, one straight in the crotch and one in the shoulder. Ray doesn't mind it, watching some British TV shows on his iPhone. Mainer flings the knife and scores a headshot. He goes to pull the knives out as he grows a little impatient as he is waiting for Train to bring him a steaming hot cup of cappucino from the canteen. However, he's taking his sweet time. Raymond King is in the locker room too, having just taken out a strawberry swirl cheesecake from the refrigerator he leaves it to warm up on the counter along with a bucket of cream which looks absolutely delicious. Mainer's patience begins to wear thin.Danny Mainer: "Train should be here with my coffee by now, GOD DAMN IT!"Raymond King: "He's probably stopped off at the buffet table on the way, you know how he is."Danny Mainer: "Yeah, fat piece of crap. God love him though he's a funny cat, he still hasn't forgiven me for hiding in his locker."Raymond King: "Would you?"Danny Mainer: "Forgive him? Pff, no. I don't forgive anyone."Raymond King: "You forgave him for beating the shit out of you in that cage..."Danny Mainer: "And for taking the amulet, that was when I was being weird. That doesn't count for nothing?"After some successful knive throws, he takes aim one last time and launches it at the door but instead of slamming into the cutout it sails out into the corridor past a frightened, inches away from being murdered Thunder Train who drops the big mug of coffee in his hands in shock. Train does not look happy and neither does Mainer.Danny Mainer: "OH SHIT!"Thunder Train: What the Hell was that?!?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME TOO MAINER?! WHAT IS WITH YOU PEOPLE AND KILLING ME?!?!Danny Mainer: "NO! It was a mistake! You knew I was flinging knives at my door, it even had a big KNOCK sign on the front door!"Thunder Train: WHAT knock sign?! I do NOT see any knock sign!!Danny Mainer: "WHAT THE FUCK?! Someone removed it!"Thunder Train: YOU TRIED TO KILL ME MAINER, IT'S LIKE A COMPANY WIDE CONSPIRACY! IF I GO OUT TO THE RING TONIGHT IS SOMEONE GOING TO SNIPE ME?! WHY... HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEE?! I FEEL LIKE ABEL!Danny Mainer: "IT DIDN'T TRAIN! It was a mistake! Someone took the knock sign!"Thunder Train: YOU SICK FUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!! No wonder Steele is so paranoid when everyone is trying to kill his best friend!Danny Mainer: "Oh... oh really Train? You think Steele thinks you're his best friend? Well haha... I heard otherwise. I heard him and Lee, because they're both black they're like better friends then you and Steele. He also says you're fat and gay behind your back."Thunder Train: REALLY?! Pshhhh.Danny Mainer: "Really."Thunder Train: -_- I might do stupid things from time to time and be a goof but Mainer, I'm not eight years old. I know them better then that.Danny Mainer: "NONO! I'm serious, the Road Steelers hate you. They are in on the worldwide conspiracy to stop the production of delicious food. Every last penny from Jake Steele's title fights goes straight into those energy pills which will stop people eating food."Thunder Train: That's retarded, YOU'RE retarded. Stop corrupting my brain with SIN. SIN AND LIES! GAHHHHHHHHHH!Danny Mainer: "I'm not Train! I even heard Steele saying it. He was all like "DAG YO! I WISH WE COULD POP SUMMADEM SPACE AGE PILLZ DAT MAKE US GO ALL ENERGETIC AND SHIT! I HATE FOOD AND I HATE DAT NIGGA TRAIN 'CUZ-"Train lunges forward with a big right hand. Mainer dodges by doing a backward roll to one knee pulling a knife out of a sheath built into his shoe.Danny Mainer: "What was THAT FOR?!"Thunder Train: YOU used the N-word! I don't like it!Danny Mainer: "No, no, NO! I was quoting! It doesn't count!"Thunder Train: BUT you also made stuff up about Steele! NOBODY MAKES UP THINGS ABOUT ANY ROAD STEELER!Danny Mainer: "Alright chill your head killer, I suggest you leave before I derail you."Thunder Train: I'm not gay Danny I-Danny Mainer: "I didn't mean it like that you butthole surfer."Thunder Train: Oh. Well, I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE before I send YOU packing. Rupert, get his things for him.Danny Mainer: "This is my locker room."Thunder Train: Not for long! I'm taking your hair Mainer and I'm taking your locker room! Muahahahahah!Danny Mainer: "Get. OUT."Thunder Train: FINE! But I'm taking your cheesecake!And with that, Train scoops up the large strawberry swirl cheesecake and fucks off much to the chagrin of Mainer. So much for friendship, right? Train leaves burning with rage, but happy with cheesecake while Mainer is just burning with rage. He wants to kill someone real aggressive style, as Ray kinda' looks disappointed the cheesecake has gone. Finally, the screen goes black as Mainer sheathes his boot knife and slams the table in raaaaage.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2009 17:28:05 GMT -5
Close Friends, Closer Enemies? Dan White, Hitman After everything that has been revealed for Omega Effect V, there is already a sense of excitement amongst the ACW fans. And it's about to get even more exciting, as the camera fades in to Dan White walking through the backstage, holding his kit bag. He's walking through the hallways, having sorted out his issues for tonight. He has an opponent for Omega Effect V, and there's an opportunity for him to win back a contract. That's good news, right?
Well, good news becomes intense news, as Dan is suddenly stopped in his tracks. He sighs, looking up and the camera pans along. There's another pop, but it's met with a series of “whoa”s as Dan is face to face with his opponent, Hitman of the Gods. Hitman stands, looking down on the Welsh Dragon with his arms crossed. Dan turns away slightly, placing his hands on his hips, as he breaks the silence.Dan White: Well then, I suppose something like this was inevitable. Hitman cracks a smile, but then quickly turns into a serious stance.Hitman: Yeah, well I was surprised as much as you were that this match has been made. Dan White: Well you know that you're one of the only people that I've never really had a problem with. Yeah, we've had our fights before, but you and I, we've always somehow seen eye-to-eye. He glares at Hitman, with the twinkle of a warning shining in his eye.Dan White: But you know, at Omega Effect V, I have the perfect chance to win this match and win me back an ACW contract. And I don't have a problem with having the kick your arse on all four corners on the globe, if it means winning back that contract. Hitman just smirks, shaking his head slightly at Dan's rather cocky comment.Hitman: You know, Dan. You're right. We've never had arguments like that before. And we've never been on a different wavelength. But you've got another thing coming if you think that I'll go easy on you at Omega Effect. Because beating you, the self-proclaimed “Mr. Omega Effect” at the show you claim to own, it would give me the exact kind of rub that I'd need to progress in my career. Dan shakes his head, but without the smirk that Hitman had.Dan White: Well you just better watch yourself, alright? I've already ended the careers of those around this place. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let someone like you to end mine. Hitman smirks, as he reaches out and pats Dan on the shoulder, before giving an exceedingly sarcastic comment.Hitman: Well Dan, it would be an honour to fight you at Omega Effect V, especially with the kind words you've given me. He then begins to walk off.Hitman: I'll see you on Thursday. There's a pop, as Hitman leaves the screen, leaving Dan to shake his head at the person he will be fighting at on ACW's biggest ever Pay Per View.
Fade Out.
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