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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:02:11 GMT -5
Segment: Where In The World Is Yoko Satoshi? #06 (Credit: Yoko / Snake / Sarin) Saturday, June 13th, 2009 Vatican City, RomeYou would be surprised at how hard it isn't to get into Vatican City, even when you're known to be dangerous at times.
But then again, this doesn't involve Pope Sidious The First. It involves a former ACW superstar, Michael Kross, one of the greatest Catholic priests of the modern age. Yoko Satoshi's trail has led Rattlesnake and Yuki Satoshi here to see him at a private hospital.
Fortunately, he's here. He's in a hospital bed.Rattlesnake: So this is Michael Kross, one of the few people to ever pin Yoko Satoshi. He even took the Lightweight title from her. Unfortunately, he's...Well, not here. He appears to be unconscious.Rattlesnake: Did she do this to him because of that? Yuki: No, Mr. Floppy did this. Rattlesnake: I really, really hate that doll. Yuki: Kross stole Mr. Floppy from her and attempted to exorcize whatever was inside. Rattlesnake: And what WAS inside? ??: Something Michael couldn't handle. The unknown female voice startles them. A mysterious woman enters the room. Long, flowing blue dress, chestnut colored hair, pale skin, a smile that would make the Joker jealous...She's very beautiful.
And not as mysterious after a moment. At least, not to Snake.Rattlesnake: Lucrezia Damiano. Are you allowed to leave your room? Yuki: Who? What do you mean? Rattlesnake: She had a short run in ACW last year. She's insane. Lucrezia: Silly snake, I got cured. I only volunteer here. You must not have been paying attention. Rattlesnake: I did have better things to do. Hell, I still do. Lucrezia: You would rather talk to the vegetable? He won't respond. Not to you, that is. Rattlesnake: I wasn't aware coma patients were picky. Lucrezia: Oh, they aren't. But this isn't a coma patient. Rattlesnake: He's been unconscious since 2005, that's a coma in my view. Lucrezia: That simply isn't true. Rattlesnake: Oh? Lucrezia: Sometimes he just vanishes without reason for a few days or weeks. Then he reappears just as mysteriously in this bed. Rattlesnake: There aren't any security cameras watching him? No one sees him leave? Lucrezia: We believe in privacy. I did see him return once, though. He introduced himself as Nicholas Storm and crawled back into the bed. Rattlesnake: If you're telling us the truth, I don't understand what would cause someone to do this. Lucrezia: I told you. He couldn't handle what he found during the exorcism. Rattlesnake: What did he find? Lucrezia hesitates with her response.Lucrezia: I...I dare not say It. If It were a mere demon as he thought, he would have succeeded. But this was something else. Something stronger, something older. He was a powerful priest, but he was also just a man. When he came face to face with what he was trying to exorcize from the doll, his mind couldn't comprehend what was in front of him, and so his mind was ripped out of him. There are things in this world beyond good and evil, things beyond the beyond. Michael Kross knows this now. Snake is thoroughly confused. Not a demon? Beyond the beyond? This is getting much larger than he was ready for. He turns to eye Kross again and sees Yuki poking his cheek.Rattlesnake: Yuki, please stop that. Yuki: I was making sure he isn't just asleep. Lucrezia: He isn't. His mind is in there at the present, though. It drifts in and out. Yuki: How do you know that? Lucrezia answers her with only a wide smile.Yuki: And how do you know so much about his past? Lucrezia: Without permission from the Vatican, exorcisms are strictly forbidden. The evidence he provided to the church convinced them to immediately approve his request. As official church business, the exorcism was documented down to the smallest detail. Rattlesnake: Well...While interesting, this has been a complete waste of time. Lucrezia: Yoko Satoshi said that as well. !Rattlesnake & Yuki: Yoko?! Rattlesnake: You saw her?! Lucrezia: Yesterday, yes. I heard much about her in ACW, but she was underwhelming in person. Rattlesnake: Where is she now? Lucrezia: Long gone. She was oh so disappointed to see Michael like this still. She wanted to give him something. Rattlesnake: In a bowling ball bag? Lucrezia: Yes. But she wouldn't leave it for if he wakes up. She said it was too important, and then left. Yuki: Did she mention where she's going? Lucrezia: She didn't. Yuki: Are you sure? We're looking so desperately for her, she's my sister. Lucrezia: I'm sorry. She was in a hurry. Rattlesnake: Damn it, we were so close! Lucrezia: Excuse me, but what is she carrying in that bag that requires a padlock? She seemed pretty paranoid and jittery. Rattlesnake: It's kind of important that no one knows. Lucrezia: It felt evil. It felt the essence of a demon, maybe of an arch demon. Snake and Yuki are silent.Lucrezia: I won't say anything, I understand. She came here so that Michael could hide it away. Rattlesnake: I thought it was for him to destroy it. Yuki: Right. Since it's a demon and not a...Beyond thing, he could deal with it. Lucrezia: No, destroying it would send it back. It needs to be hidden away. Rattlesnake: But then why wouldn't she turn it over to the Vatican? Lucrezia: She trusts Michael. There are many high ranking priests who are corrupt. They would use it, not hide it. Rattlesnake: Makes sense... Yuki: Where to now, Snake? China? Rattlesnake: China. Looks like we have to get to Orochi after all. Yuki: The address of that guy who handles Orochi's mail that Jade gave us is back in my hotel room. Rattlesnake: Good place to start. I just hope he comes to get his mail after we get there. Lucrezia: Why don't you wait for Yoko to return home? Why are you chasing her? Rattlesnake: Because she hasn't contacted Yuki here for over a year, and up until a few months ago no one even knew if she was still alive. She can't do that to people, especially her family. She's hurting Yuki, and I can't allow that. If she won't come to us, we'll go to her, and I'll knock some sense into her if I have to. Yuki's surprised at that outburst...As is Snake. Yuki hugs him.Yuki: Thank you. Rattlesnake: Yeah... Lucrezia: But it seems she's transporting something very important and very dangerous. Rattlesnake: Only recently. It's no excuse for how long she's been missing. Lucrezia: Either way, I'm sure she'll explain when she finishes. Don't judge her yet. Rattlesnake: We'd better get going. Tell Kross we said hello if he wakes up. Lucrezia: When, not if. Good luck. Yoko will probably end up being right under your noses. They make their exit.Rattlesnake: What a waste of time, wow. Yuki: She gave me a headache. Rattlesnake: Me too. Clearly she's still insane. Yuki: I thought...Nevermind. At least we learned Yoko was here just yesterday. Rattlesnake: Yeah, and with Orochi being her final option, we know she'll be there. Yuki: But she has a major head start, we could miss her again! And then what? It's just our last option, she could have more. If Orochi doesn't help her, we can't follow her any further! Rattlesnake: Relax, we have an advantage. Yes, Yoko's a day ahead, but we have that address. We'll go there and begin, while she has to find him without any places to start at Yuki: You're right! Rattlesnake: So we'll find Orochi first, intercept her, and deal with the goblin mask together. She'll realize she was wrong, apologize, and it'll be over. Yuki: I hope so... Finally, a chance to get ahead of Yoko and find her. Snake thinks about what he said, and he realizes something. In a very short period of time, Yuki has become like a little sister to him. He isn't doing this because Sarin asked him to, he's doing this because he wants to help Yuki, and if it comes to it, he'll protect her.
Similarly, Yuki is seeing Snake as a big brother. If Yoko eludes them again, at least she'll have someone there.
But for now, they need to find Orochi, who's likely back in the Chinese underground pit fighting circuit.
To Be Continued... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Book 1: D-Town Chapter 13: Forgiveness Credit: Andrew Black [/i][/center] September 21stFor once, waking up in Detroit was a happy one. Three trailers down from my actual bed, I wake up, arms around the most beautiful woman I know. She is still passed out from the nighttime activities and although I would love to just lie there with her, I have to much to do on my only day back home for a while. I carefully make my way out of the bed, put on a wifebeater and shorts and try to tip toe out of the room.
You Can Have Whatever you Like…
Nicole’s phone jostles her from her sleep, and without thinking I sprint around to her bedside table thing, grab the phone and answers it. Hello??: She’s already sleeping with you? Ah, good morning Con, sorry, Present.Present: Well I’m glad you picked up, I actually wanted to talk to you. Tonight we are going to finish this little feud. If it was up to me, I would keep it solely with the mic, but it has escalated too far. We-Present: Shut up. Tonight, one last fight. Winner gets bragging rights forever. And then we leave each other alone. I’ll stay away from your little brother and your whore girlfriend. I accept. Same place as last night. Ten o’ clock.Present: See you there, Chump. Have a good day, Connor.I slam the phone shut, we look at each other without saying anything. I put her phone back on the table. I sit on the bed and she wraps her arms around my neck. Well, I’m going to need my rest for this fight. Guess I’ll go back to bed.I smile slyly and she kisses me on the check as we resume cuddling and other shit of the sort.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:03:42 GMT -5
Segment: To Live and Die, Part 16 (Credit: Lee)
Lee watches as Handlebar closes the door behind him. The metal slams shut with a heavy thud. His path of escape has officially disappeared.
Lee: What’s this all about, man?
Roy: Benny just wanted to say he was sorry. He didn’t mean to be so hard on you. He was just having a bad night.
Lee and Roy march up a forebodingly dim stairwell. When they get to the top, they find a frighteningly wrinkled man in a wife beater smoking a cigarette and reading the Chinese newspaper. The man doesn’t acknowledge Lee and Roy as they amble past him. Lee can’t help but notice the sawed-off shotgun lying next to the man’s scotch glass. The man sees Lee eyeing his weapon, then quickly places his newspaper on top of it.
The next person they see is a comically muscular dude wearing a white T-shirt which looked to have been bought from Baby Gap and a pair of red suspenders. He smokes a cigarette with a noticeably bodacious young lady wearing Baby Gap denim shorts and a red tank top. Roy saunters up to him, and the pair bump fists.
Roy: ( to Lee ) Watch out for this guy, man. He’ll break you in half.
Judging by the intense glower with which the muscular dude regards him, Lee definitely believes Roy.
Lee and Roy continue on their way.
Lee: I dunno about this, man. Benny doesn’t want me here, all right? He don’t like me. Not even when I was a kid.
Roy: What are you talking about, man? He liked you just fine.
Lee: I’m not sure what universe you were living in, but--
Roy: Look, I know Benny can be an asshole sometimes, but if you want to take what you’ve been doing to its highest level, all you gotta do is step through that door.
Lee stares back at him bemusedly.
Lee: What are you talking about?
Roy: Don’t play coy with me now, man. Kids in Africa know what you been up to. Now, we could definitely use someone with your skill. Clear the air with Benny, and you just might a shot at being a part of a legit endeavor.
Lee studies Roy’s smug face for clues as to exactly what he’s getting himself into. Unfortunately, he had never been great at studying faces. Otherwise, he might’ve avoided all this trouble in the first place.
Lee places his hand on the doorknob and enters the room. Practically the entire place is blanketed in darkness. The only light shines effulgently over Benny, clad in a sharp three-piece gray suit, sitting with one leg crossed over the other in a plush leather seat in front of a majestically sprawling oak desk. A television playing the news in Vietnamese drones on off-screen.
Benny: Lee, sit down, my old friend.
Benny turns the TV off and turns to fully face Lee. He wipes his mouth with his napkin and pushes aside the carton of lo mien in front of him. Lee approaches him in unrelenting trepidation, then cautiously takes his seat, quite convinced that every minor action he takes could result in him floating facedown in a river somewhere. Lee waits for Benny to break the silence, but all Benny does is grin conceitedly back at him as he puffs on the cigar in his mouth.
Lee: What do you want?
Benny: Seeing as how you’re a big man now...
Benny rises from his seat.
Benny: ...I’m gonna be honest with you, Lee.
He walks over to the shelf directly to the right of his desk to retrieve a bottle of fancy sake.
Benny: Ah, sorry, I don’t have any Coke.
Lee doesn’t find the same humor in the sentiment. Benny takes two glasses and fills them both with the sake.
Benny: Now, I know I was never the best friend to you. Not like everybody else.
Glasses now filled with liquor, Benny places the bottle back into its resting place.
Benny: But if we could just forget the past and join our forces...
He makes his way around the desk to approach Lee and hand him the glass of sake.
Benny: ...we’d never have to answer to anyone again.
Benny seats himself on his desk and takes a hearty swig of his drink.
Lee: Work together? Us? You think I’m stupid?
Benny breaks out in an arrogant guffaw.
Benny: Come on now. You have any idea how many punks and losers come from my past and ask me for a handout? “Benny, Benny, please help me! I’ll do anything! I’ll suck your dick, man!” It’s crazy, I tell you. Don’t take it so personally. It’s just business, dude.
Benny withdraws a slim silver cigarette box from the pocket of his slacks and pulls out a smoke with his bony, pale fingers. He places it between his fleshy lips and offers the box to Lee. Lee plucks a cigarette from the container, all the while never breaking his stare on Benny’s proud visage. Lee places the cigarette in his mouth, then reaches into his pocket for his lighter, but Benny takes the liberty to light his. Lee uses the time from one inhale and exhale to think about a proper response.
Lee: What if I say no?
Benny lights his own smoke.
Benny: Well, if you say no...
He stands up.
Benny: ...that’s too bad for you. No more fun and games. Not for you or the rest of your diaper patrol buddies.
Lee scoffs dismissively.
Lee: Whatever, man.
He starts to rise from his seat, but Benny places a firm hand down on his shoulder.
Benny: Sit.
Lee plants himself back down on his seat.
Benny: Listen.
Lee’s confidence in the situation is evaporating by the millisecond.
Benny: I know I’m not the strongest soldier. In your eyes, I’m probably even a coward.
Lee shuffles uncomfortably in his seat.
Benny: You know what I’m talking about.
He sits himself down again to get eye-level with Lee.
Benny: It’s been a long time since that night.
Lee doesn’t meet his gaze.
Benny: I don’t forget. But since then, I have crushed all my enemies and protected my side. As a man, I got nothing left to prove.
He grins a victor’s grin.
Benny: But as a leader, I’ve always got to make an example out of someone. Understand, little brother?
Lee slowly nods his head.
Lee: Yeah.
Benny: Good.
He stands up, asserting his higher ground over Lee.
Benny: I’ll ask you one more time: what is your decision?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:04:03 GMT -5
Segment: Revisionist Thinking (Credit: Atomic Kitsune, Senator)
There are times that even a man who is convinced he is on the right path has second thoughts on aspects of the journey...and for Senator Steve Phillips, such a time is now. As such, Phillips, perhaps prouder than ever, is seen just entering the locker room of one Alicia Kitsune, as we open up this scene. Alicia is checking over the lacing of her boots, preparing for her match later on in her usual calm and unhurried manner.
The Senator: Mrs. Laureano, it is good to see you, even on this verge of our mutual struggles against insolence and idiocy!
Alicia smiles, and gestures into the room.
AK: That’s quite a bombastic greeting even from a firebrand such as yourself, but I'd hardly have expected more. Do come in and make yourself at home.
Senator: Thank you very much, I could go on with pleasantries and go on about old times, but I have a match shortly, and you probably would begrudge me the extra time I would be taking away from your own preparations, and as such, I shall cut straight to the chase. This is rather difficult for me, but I simply must speak to someone, someone who understands the issues that I have faced over the last few months.
AK: Go on, I'll be glad to offer advice, but you know that I don’t trade in comfortable white lies. You might not like what I have to say...
Senator: Of course, that is one of the reasons I am speaking with you, few others would understand this situation which I face, and even fewer still would be willing to talk, especially with any honesty. We share a history going back to the old days in GFWWE, and the founding of the original Senatorial Stable. We fought off a grave threat in those days, and were full of ideals and principles. I know what I am doing is towards the right cause, towards the betterment of ACW and even of society as a whole, but the sacrifices that I am forced to make...throwing aside my personal code of sportsmanship, ridding myself of any close allies, save those whom I cannot distrust, looking at the public opinion as something to be scorned and rejected. You alone know the repercussions of these actions, for you have taken them before in the past.
Alicia nods.
AK: I can’t disagree with that. Most people like to think that their moral code is something which is fixed and absolute, but we both know that’s never the case. Our behaviour and attitude has to be fluid, in order to cope with way others treat us. Sometimes, we have to shine a light on the bad choices of others so that they are forced to confront the consequences of their actions. And when we do that... the same light causes us to cast our own shadows. We have to face up to our own failings as well; none of us can look at our reflections truly, and not see some scar or flaw there. There are plenty of things I’ve done that I’m not proud of; even as I relish my occasional meting out of punishment to those I deem in need of it, another side of me views my own actions with scepticism, and asks who I am to make that judgement. I see the ripple effect, as one action spreads out to encompass more and more people, some of them totally innocent of any involvement in the original “misdemeanour”... and sometimes I despair of there being any truly right answer, any winning hand that does not break the bank in the process. All I know is, to do nothing in the face of bullying and backstabbing really is the coward’s response, and not a course of action I could ever consider.
She ponders for a moment.
AK: Take this situation with Jason Freeman. I tried not to let it escalate, not to give him any of the oxygen of publicity, but all that happened was that others suffered in my stead. Your long-term rivalry with Thunderkiss has similar characteristics, if I may say; he too is a man who simply has never been able to take no for an answer. There’s a difference, of course; Freeman is largely a lone agent, whereas Thunderkiss has a family and associates. I can’t put my hand on my heart and say that I wouldn’t have chosen similar tactics to you, were I in that situation... but, how can I put this... if someone’s threatening my spouse or my children, I don’t care about the bigger picture, I want that threat nullified.
Alicia leans her head to one side, toying with a bootlace.
AK: It’s common for people to express their frustrations physically in this business, Steve, and we all have to deal with some give-and-take on that score, but it concerns me that you crossed a particular line with some of what’s gone on recently, even if you weren’t directly responsible. I think you should be careful to keep your focus on the men facing you across the ring, and not be tempted to try exploiting what may appear to be external vulnerabilities. It’s one thing to try and persuade roster members of the error of their ways through direct expression, quite another to drag others into a situation which they did not create. I know that’s not what you’re really about.
The Senator is quiet for a few moments, lost in thought.
Senator: The thing is, when I attacked Jake Steele at Winters Discontent, I crossed my personal Rubicon, I have already paid a tremendous personal price, but I do not know if I will be able to have my triumph, if I still have what it takes to conquer my despised foes. How can I justify my actions, even if I do succeed, can I return from the brink, can I pull away from the ways of the barbarians, or shall I merely join their ranks?
AK: Now see, we’re getting to the heart of the matter, aren’t we? Your choice of metaphor says it all. You assume that you’re only one step away from a freefall into an abyss from which there is no returning. But I don’t think that the transition from a fundamentally good person into a bad one is so abrupt. The incline is shallow; that’s why so many people end up going down it, without even realising, so that they don’t think about their destination. And the flipside of this is that we always, always have a choice, at the point of each little step, to decide which direction we want to go in.
Alicia looks into the middle distance for a moment.
AK: I can tell what you’re thinking. You’re remembering what it was like when we first stepped into that ring, when the initials ACW meant little to anyone but ourselves. We both understood that the prestige, the cachet of our federation would depend entirely on how we conducted ourselves. We had a clean slate, no reputations to uphold, no-one trying to enhance their status by trading on ours. Back then, it was easy for us to have high ideals. The Senator I knew then, there’s no way he’d ever have attacked Jake Steele in that situation.
The Senator’s expression is flat, but there is a flicker of recognition in his eyes, and it pains him. However, Alicia isn’t finished.
AK: And you know what I’m thinking? I’m convinced that the Senator of old wouldn’t be standing here, talking to me now. He’d be far away, ensconced in the halls of political power, having turned his back on this den of scoundrels as a lost cause. And ACW would be far, far weaker for it. That’s what gets under the skin of guys like Steele, and Freeman; they try to pretend that we’re irrelevant, that we’re holding them back, but the opposite is true. We’ve laid down the benchmarks which you and I secretly hope they will surpass through their own hard work and talent. We built that wall high... and rather than try to soar over it in triumph, their fear of failure keeps their feet rooted to the ground. So they try to break that wall down, hardly realising or caring that their actions are destroying the very prestige they seek for themselves. Does that make any sort of sense?
Senator: Indeed.
AK: That’s what I hoped. Personally, I’m not prepared to let anyone rip my little part of the foundation to bits, even if that means I have to deal with physical and mental discomfort, and I’m pretty sure you feel the same way. So my answer to your question is that your actions always have context; as long as you pay heed to that when making a decision, you’ll be able to see where you’re heading. None of us can be sure whether a choice will be “right” with hindsight; the only certainty is that there will always be more choices to make. But if it helps, Steve... I’d always trust your intuition in a tight spot. I mean that.
There is a pause, very brief, full of unspoken thoughts. It passes quickly, and the Senator straightens up, folding his arms.
Senator: Hmph, well, I shall simply press ahead, for that is the only way that I have ever known, for better or worse! Some of those words were harsh, but perhaps I needed that extra insight. Alicia, I respect you as I do very few others around these parts, and it is only fair that since I asked for advice, that I also give some.
AK: I take it you're talking about Jason Freeman....or would that be Jake Steele?
Senator: Indeed I am speaking of both, Mr. Freeman is not the type of person to take lightly, despite his often buffonish activity. You know that, but what I know is that a vast sense of inadequacy fuels his competitive fire, sets him to take actions that he would otherwise be shocked to hear about. Jason Freeman could be a great wrestler, he has all the tools, but even now, I suspect his mindset is still in disarray, no matter what he shows on the outside. Simply take the fight to him, never, never, never let up, and rid ACW of his annoying, aggravating presence for once and for all. I am sure that Victor would say the same thing, albeit in his own vocabulary.
AK: Likely so, yes, he would. Though I have a feeling his choice of words would not be suitable for a family audience.
Senator: As for Jake Steele, simply focus on not getting hurt. Steele is a loathsome individual, and seems to take more delight in crippling his opposition right now, than he does, even in winning matches. Go out there, beat him if you can, but watch your back...and your arm, in any case. You cannot afford to lose your match with Freeman before you even fight it, and especially due to crossing the path of one such as our contemptuous champion.
AK: Thanks for the words, I’ll be sure to take heed of them. I just hope you take heed of mine, before it is too late...and I really do believe it is not too late.
The two old friends, and sometime rivals stand up and shake hands, with a brief twinkle lighting up in the Senator's eyes, but it is quashed as soon as it appears, and the politician turns on a heel, and promptly strides off, looking much more confident in himself than when he walked in...whether deservedly so, or not.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:05:47 GMT -5
Segment: OMG TRUUUUUUUUUUUTH REVEALED (Credit: Hitman/Dan)
As we cut into the back, we see Colossus and Adrastos sitting on a bench, prepping themselves for battle… by playing Soul Calibur IV. As Colossus continues to whoop the increasingly frustrated Adrastos, Alexandra is seen rubbing the shoulders of Hitman of the Gods, who is trying to regain composure on his career after going through a bit of a losing streak since returning. Having already engaged in a war of words with Dan, Hitman just wants to prepare for Omega Effect. Sadly, he won't get the chance now as Dan White himself soon appears in the locker room, holding a tape. Hitman rises to his seven foot seven vertical base and looks down at Dan.
Hitman: I guess insulting you wasn't fun enough, eh? I guess you actually want me to break your skull?
Dan White: Actually, mate. I just wanted to show you something.
Adrastos and Colossus soon stand but when Hitman sees the tape marked "Security Footage", he motions for his two cohorts to stand back. Alexandra looks on in confusion as Dan soon pops the tape into the VCR. Within a few seconds of static, the camera is currently watching Chairman Gingerdude talking to someone in the halls.
Hitman: Oh wow, Gingerdude talking to someone. You trying to bore me to death?
Dan White: Keep listening, nobhead.
Hitman scowls at the retort and soon turns to the TV, being able to make out what Ginger is saying.
Ginger: I tell you what… Suckering Hitman into having him take care of Dan White just like that! Did he honestly believe I was going to offer that homely-looking thing a chance to score big with a modeling agency? Please, he's dumber than I thought… But I still can't wait for him to destroy Dan and get him out of my hair once and for all.
The tape soon stops and even then, Hitman is at a loss for words. Colossus shakes his head and Adrastos looks ready to explode. Hitman soon turns to Alexandra and looks her directly in the eye, speaking to her in Greek.
Hitman: {Alexandra…}
Alexandra: {What's going on?}
Hitman: {Ginger set us up. He doesn't want to get you into that agency after all. He just wants me to squash Dan.}
Alexandra's eyes go wide and she looks over at Dan, who gives her a nod that says "Yup, it's true". Alexandra begins to tear up and soon buries her face into Hitman's chest, sobbing.
Alexandra: {I came for a new life! Where did I go wrong?}
Hitman: {There, there. We will exact revenge.}
Hitman soon turns to Dan.
Hitman: What do you think? Time to have a little chat with the boss?
Dan White: I think we should, Hitman! I think we should give him a piece of our mind!
Hitman: Absolutely. Let's find that little bitch out. Adrastos, Colossus, stay back. {Alexandra, I shall return soon.}
Hitman and Dan soon glance at each other and nod, exiting the locker room. Alexandra is soon consoled by Adrastos and Colossus as we…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:06:24 GMT -5
Last time the game was Call of Duty 4, but what will it be this time? What game is on Rattlesnake's "to play" list? Find out now.
The very familiar hallway appears as the door opens once again. Rattlesnake is sitting in his chair. On the screen this time...Burnout Paradise.
Being the Back to the Future fan he is, he's driving the Jansen 88 Special...since they can't use the DeLorean as the official name.
Anyways, Snake is driving through Paradise City with 7 other individuals across Xbox Live. While he's not hosting the game, he is, however, working with the others to complete the challenges that the host picks.
Rattlesnake: Ok. We have to do a barrel roll through the grey fuselage in the airfield.
Snake sighs and shakes his head.
Rattlesnake: I hate this damn fuselage jump.
Snake drives into the airfield and off to the left side. He goes to the back side and makes a huge right side u-turn. He boosts his car and drives into a hangar with a ramp going up and hits the barrel roll ramp. He gets launched into the air, spinning. The car goes through the fuselage jump and he's the fourth one done.
Rattlesnake: Now that's luck. There have been times when I'm the last one done with that damned jump.
Just then he sees someone drive right into him and gets a takedown.
Rattlesnake: What the?
Snake looks at the name, and of course, the person hasn't done the challenge.
Rattlesnake: This person better not be fucking around.
Snake parks his car in a safe area inside the airfield and watches cars hitting the jump. One more makes it while one person doesn't even land a barrel roll, one person hits the jump and barrel rolls and crashes into the fuselage while the other person is still taking other people down and not even trying.
Rattlesnake: Oh you have got to be kidding me. Why hasn't the host kicked this guy out?
He looks at the player list and realizes that it IS the host, G4_wHR. He turns on his mic.
Rattlesnake: Hey, G4...whore, why don't you do the challenge?
Snake turns his mic off and gets his response as he's taken down.
Rattlesnake: Oh that bastard.
He even hears something from the host which prompts him to turn on his mic again.
Rattlesnake: Oh that's brilliant. Did you think of that one all by yourself?
Snake gets taken down again.
Rattlesnake: You know, I don't need little assholes like you when I play this game. I've got everything done challenge-wise anyways. Sorry guys, but because the host is a douche bag, I'm leaving. Blame him.
Snake leaves the game.
Rattlesnake: Some people just don't what they're supposed to do.
All of a sudden Snake gets a message. He opens it up and laughs.
Rattlesnake: What is this guy? 7? Jeez. Some people are just lame. LAAAAAAAAAME!
Snake turns off his Xbox. He's tired of all the bullshit he deals with from those prepubescent little shits. You know the kind...the ones that think they are far superior to you and will not hesitate to say they owned you, the ones that get lucky and show you by teabagging you on screen or even the ones with the most annoying voices talking into the mic like they have something else in their mouth when they say this console sucks and another is better. If another one is better...why play on the one you think sucks?
Those kinds of people can ruin a game or even piss a gamer off. Don't be like that. Just don't do it. Man, there should be PSAs for this like the ones for G.I. Joe...the parody ones.
He puts his controller on the table next to his and just closes his eyes.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:08:19 GMT -5
Segment: A Week From Destiny (Credit: Senator)
As the scene opens, Senator Phillips and Charlotte King are seen right in front of the entranceway curtain, on the outside of the Arena proper. Phillips is in his fighting attire, while Charlotte is as stunning as ever in a low-cut green dress.
Charlotte King: I'm here right now with Senator Steve Phillips, and I'm going to get in a quick interview before he heads to the ring tonight, facing Jason Freeman!
The Senator: Miss Charlotte, it is a testament to your professionalism and your ample charms that I have agreed on such a discussion, but personally, I would prefer to do this in the ring. More convenient that way. I can also get a few words off my chest in the process, so as such, if you want to ask your questions, head out with me, as I make my entrance.
Charlotte: Ok, that's great! Follow us, cameraman!
The camera follows behind as "Hail to the Chief" is heard out in the Arena, along with overwhelming boos. Phillips steps through the curtain and is momentarily out of sight, before Charlotte and the cameraman catch up. Phillips strikes his trademark victory pose before striding down to the ring, ignoring the boos and a few tossed cups on his way down to the ring. Finally, Phillips gets into the ring, with Charlotte in tow.
Charlotte: Alright, now I would like to ask you...
Senator: Sorry, Miss Charlotte, but it appears that there is indeed no time for questions, now feel free to stand behind me, but do let me speak.
Charlotte: I'm sorry, but Ginger sent me out here to...
Senator: ACW, I address you tonight, as a man ready to walk into the heart of darkness! I do this on your behalf, whether you want me to, or not. For months, I have seen the steady and rapid decline in my beloved organization, a place where I have spent years, blood, sweat, and even tears building an unmatched legacy. And yet, it was all for naught. Many people will say that time has passed me by, that my generation needs to move on, instead of lingering around. The same people will make note of my Senatorial position, and tell me that I have a responsibility to retire from wrestling, so that I may serve my constituency and my country to my fullest capacity. Well, I can tell them that I tried it, and after I saw what happened to this place when I left, I realized that ACW needs me now, more than ever before!
Senator: When I first arrived here, there was a plethora of wicked warriors committing patently heinous acts, and most everyone relied upon the most basic of tactics to bring about their victory. This place was a sorry excuse for a wrestling company, but my arrival changed all of that! My influence on the front office may not have made a clear difference in the short term, but in the long run, I believe that ACW became more sane as my time here went on. In the ring, no man, no woman, no child can deny my legacy! I put on the best matches in ACW history, and I introduced a complexity of style that nobody had dared to implement before me! Do not get me wrong, the potential was always here for greatness, it was just that nobody cared to be the catalyst, and it was part of my genius that I saw that to be the case, and acted upon it.
Charlotte: Um, I did come out here to...
Senator: You came out here to look pretty and remain silent! Now, as I mention my past, the more historically minded out there, all ten of you nerds, will inevitably bring up my persistent failures, I am, after all, one for four at Omega Effect. Well, I will preemptively tell you people that trends do not imply causation! Yes, I have lost the last three years at this event, but that was not the Steve Phillips you see here tonight, no, the man who stands here in this ring is a man reborn in his mindset. I lacked the will to power before, I did not want to win so much that I would choose the victory over my morals.
This is different. I have trained my mind, body, and soul to stand in this ring a week from now. ACW loves a winner, and I intend my victory to be a turning point in the history of the fed, for my win to be the high water mark when the seas of discord recede, and things go back to the way that they should be around here. I have sacrificed much to get to this point, I could have chosen one career and started a family a long while back, but that was not my path. I could have taken one road, and been more successful than any of you people out there, but that was not my way!
Charlotte: If I may have a word, I would like to ask you if...
Senator: Hush, woman! I do not mean to be harsh, but you really must remain in the background while I speak, or my message will not be as effective as I intend it to be. Now then, I will speak on my hated opponent at Omega Effect! Jake Steele, you may have tried to play the race card, you may have attempted to ruin my entire life, but you failed, and failed miserably! From here on out, your words mean nothing to me, and your vile threats on my reputation are useless.
I look at you, and I do not see a black man, but what I do see, is a snotnosed greenhorn who fluked his way into holding and defending the most valuable prize in professional wrestling today! Jake Steele, you stood up after Chris Phenomenal knocked you headlong off the stage. You shall not stand up after what I do to you at Omega Effect. In fact, I will ensure that you do not. When we collide at Omega Effect, I will demonstrate the futility of your wasted efforts to become a record holding champion, and I will show you just how this old veteran knows to fight. I will use your youth and inexperience against you at the worst possible moment, and when it is all said and done, when the dust clears, and the battle is over, there will be one man standing, holding the title aloft, and that one man will indeed be Senator Steve Phillips.
Charlotte: I know, I know, you don't want me to say anything, but aren't you overlooking...
Senator: No, I am not looking past Jason Freeman, however much I wish I could! Jason Freeman is almost a splitting image of Jake Steele, except in his case, you replace a beautifully crafted, expensive centerpiece of a title around Steele's waist with a chintzy joke lifted up from the junkyard in Freeman's! Both are insolent, scumbag liars with a tendency to turn on anyone around them, and an instinct for needless, excessive violence. Finally, both men have the same unfortunate coincidence of having crossed my path, and shall face the same unfortunate fate having done so.
Charlotte: You know, I don't usually do this sort of thing, since I see where it leads Kevin all the time, but someone has to say it, your ego has risen beyond belief, and your manners have decreased just as much! Why?
Senator: Consider it the necessary sacrifice of one prepared to enter into a life or death struggle for the sake of others. Miss Charlotte, I know I have been harsh, but if I want to win this belt, my mindset must be entirely focused towards that goal, I must ignore my age, look past my creaky bones, throw away my code of sportsmanship, and hurl myself into this goal without any regrets, without any distractions, without any hesitations...and that, dear Charlotte, is nothing...but the truth.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:09:05 GMT -5
Match 4: The Senator vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Jake Steele)
MATCH START: The match started with Senator looking around, but then Freeman blind-siding him with a kick to the torso. Freeman would then push Senator back into the corner and elbow him in the face harshly, pulling him out the corner and then throwing Senator to the mat with a Snapmare and snaps on a Chinlock. Cranking on the pressure with a classic heel technique, he wrenches and rags around Senator until he drops to one knee. Senator seems calm, albeit grimacing from the pain and this is reflected by his timing and waiting for the right opportunity to break the chin hold and shoot forth a Rear Facelock Throat Strike winding Freeman. Freeman in retaliation lunges forward a big right leg attempting to clip Senator in the chest but Senator swerves and rolls up the dentally challenged former International Champion for a 2-count. Freeman kicks out, and attempts to punch Senator in the face just out of pure rage but a Back Ipponzei followed by a perfectly cinched in Cross Armbreaker put Freeman in a dangerous position. Freeman escaped after some fighting and when both men were back on their feet Freeman wildly attempted and managed to score a big DDT.
MATCH MIDDLE: Later on in the match, Senator and Freeman both came at a cross roads as Freeman whipped Senator one way and then ran the other and when they both crossed paths it was Senator scoring a sliding dropkick to the knee which made Freeman front flip onto his back. Senator quickly made a pin attempt but got a 2-count. Both men standing up and trading shots, Freeman tried to hit an Enziguiri but landed on his face allowing Senator to score locking in a Tax Cut. Freeman fought valiantly and after about 15 seconds in this painful submission hold managed to throw Phillips off. Senator snapped on a headlock but Freeman countered instantly with a Back Suplex angled pretty high so that Senator landed on his neck stiffly. Freeman then ran to the ropes as Phillips got up and nailed him in the face, Liu Kang style with a Running Jump Bicycle Kick hitting him about three times before gravity took its toll and brought both men down. 2-count, it just wasn't quite enough to keep that man Senator down but it was getting him more and more tired.
MATCH ENDING: And just when it seemed like Freeman was going to put it away with the Shining Axe Kick, he completely missed and was left at the mercy of Senator's grumpy ass knife-edge chops. And then, one after the other without fail he hit The Senatorial Series as JAKE STEELE appeared on the apron. Senator seeing this as he delivered the final suplex immediately wandered over to tell him to give him verbal warnings towards failure of an immediate departure. Freeman was just like KO'd to one side as Steele kept threatening to get in, the referee in the end had no choice but to rule the fight a No-Contest.
RESULT: No Contest.
As Senator and Steele bickered, Freeman was up and capitalizing on a distracted Senator made good on what he had failed to do before actually connecting with the Shining Axe Kick leaving Senator out cold on the mat. Steele, smug, stood with Freeman over the defeated Senator as "Ugly" by The Exies played over. Both men left the ring to abuse from the fans as a furious Senator began to recover because he knew he had been robbed by this new alliance.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:09:41 GMT -5
T E A R S
[/center][/font] Mystique: Gurl, you just let those little tears flow. Misono: T_T *hufs in a breath* and he just let me walk out of there. Mystique: He didn't even calla fter you or nothin'? Misono: No! He just let me walk out and didn't say a fucking thing! Mystique: THAT BITCH! Mystique'll twist his nutsack off! Misono: No, it's alright. Misono was sitting in the apartment of the one Mystique, tears streaming down her face. Mystique was sipping lightly at her cup of coffee, nodding at what Misono had to say.Mystique: Fine, Mystique will play nice with dickhead McGhee. Misono: I just don't get it. I mean, everyone thinks he's this huge asshole, but not with me. He was just so gentle and kind ... I don't know what went wrong. Mystique: The ass got a belt and all of a sudden his dick grew ten inches! Misono: No, he had the belt before I met him. Mystique: Hmmm ... Mystique isn't too sure, but maybe he cheated on you. Misono: What? Mystique: Yup. Mystique knows all about this. I have had years of experience in this business. Misono: ... Mystique: When I lived in New York all the married Jersey guys came to visit ol' Mystique late in the night. Some of them were good at it, but some of them were so upset at themselves for doing that to their wives that they would rather leave then tell them the truth. Misono: But ... I don't think Jake would do that to me. Mystique: *thinks* Yeah, it could have something to do with me having a dick *laughs* Misono: .... Mystique: Oh, now child ... I was trying to make you smile. Misono: I just can't smile. I can't. Everyone keeps telling me to move on, and smile ... but it's not easy. Mystique: I know, gurl. I've had my fair share of heartbreak. There was this one guy, he was a winner ... fine ass bitch. Now, he told Ol' Mystique he loved me and all, and then all of sudden it was all "I DON'T LOVE YOU, YOU HAVE A DICK". It broke my left ventricle. Misono: I'm sorry to hear that. Mystique: Nah, it's okay. He didn't like my dick but his daddy did *smiles*. Mystique got her revenge. Misono: You fucked his dad? Mystique: Gurl you know it. I fucked that squealing Latin piggy all night LONG. Z SNAPSMisono: So- Mystique: So my point is, get revenge. Make that bitch jealous. Do something W-I-L-D. He'll come crawling back like the little pussy he is. Misono: But I don't know where to start. Mystique: Guuurl, who the fuck you think you talkin' to? I am the Queen of Mean, sistah. Misono: So, what will we do? Mystique: First we gotta fix that make up. Child, you look like a wasteland got dumped on your face. Misono: It's what happens when your heart's been broken. Mystique: CHILD. I don't care if your entire family got pillaged by plaid-wearing dykes. There ain't no excuse to look like that. and the camera slowly fades away as Mystique opens up the kits to lay a little magic on Misono's face.[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:10:00 GMT -5
The Calm before the Storm [/color] Credit: VorteX [/center] Our scene opens up to a warehouse in a remote area. This warehouse is the same one that Vortex and Abel traveled to in the past and which also acts as their temporary home/training area. We go inside the warehouse to see Vortex sitting in the middle of the floor, clothed in black robes. All around him lays shattered glass. Abel enters the room, notices the remnants of Vortex’s earlier promo, and then approaches Vortex with a look of concern.Abel: Dimitrius. Vortex doesn’t look up, instead he is focused on the ground either deep in thought or in some sort of trance. Abel says nothing, and waits a moment. As he expected Vortex begins to speak.Vortex: Anger does some real crazy things to me Abel.Abel: Not you, Atrus. Well more specifically anger brings Atrus out of you, which explains the nature of your promo. Vortex: I was speaking Latin…I don’t know Latin. Abel: Part of you knows Latin. Specifically your subconscious knows the language, and apparently, Latin is Atrus’s way to communicate. Vortex: It’s still really odd to talk about part of my subconscious as if it’s another human. Hell, YOU’RE not even human. Abel: Technology does some wonderfully awful things. Vortex ignores the contradiction and rises to his feet, a little unsteady. The promo he shot the night before took a lot out of him, and that is a fatal flaw he cannot carry with him to Omega Effect.Vortex: If this keeps happening, someone could seriously be hurt. That’s not taking into consideration the fact that I lose total control of myself and end up drained at the end. I feel like the damn Hulk. Abel: Unlike The Hulk, Atrus will willingly kill if allowed to take over your full subconscious. Vortex looks at Abel, eyes wide.Vortex: Kill? Abel: Yes. Atrus IS your killer instinct, devoid of all conscious. This is precisely why we need to find Dr. Winters and fast. Your profession brings Atrus out more and more as you are exposed to it. As you know, emotional strain can speed the process, however physical assaults like the one Chris Phenomenal gave you…well let’s just say it’s going to make you very violent, very quickly. Vortex: I fear that winning the Entertainment Title will be at the cost of my sanity. Abel: Even if you opt not to wrestle the match, you still have The Reprobate and his minions after you. Sooner or later they’re going to cross the threshold into VERY dangerous territory. Vortex: That’s why I’ve been trying to stop the whole thing. I want to wrestle Rep so it can be over, as the longer this goes the greater the chance I have of seriously injuring someone. Vortex walks over to the far side of the room and sits down on a chair. Abel does not follow, yet simply gives Vortex another look of concern. Vortex surveys the room, it is a standard warehouse area with concrete floors and walls, with a few scattered chairs around. The only other things of note are the broken RNA machine in the corner of the room and a shabby wrestling ring in the middle of the space. After moving in Vortex and Abel had constructed the ring for practice reasons.Vortex: We’re in a damn warehouse Abel. It’s almost like I’m a caged animal at the zoo. Abel: For the time being we have to stay here. The more you have contact with other people, the more dangerous it is for them to be around you. Vortex: The thing I’m most worried about is getting injured and succumbing to the urges of Exodus. Abel: That is one thing we can NOT have happen. If you take Exodus, in any amount… Vortex: I know, Atrus will consume me. But, how are we going to find Winters? Abel: I’m still not sure. He’s the only one who knows how to fix this machine and how to manufacture an Anti-Exodus. If we can get our hands on such a drug and couple it with reversing your psyche using that machine…we could rid you of Atrus forever. The problem is that will take a long time as we basically have to reconstruct your primal instinct…and make it one that doesn’t have a personality. Suddenly Vortex gets a thought. The thought is not a tip of the tongue type deal either, it seemingly came to him for no apparent reason. Vortex: You know when I was forced on that date a few weeks ago? Abel: Yes… Vortex: There was a woman. Beautiful, however that’s not the point. I think I KNOW her Abel…but how? Abel’s eyes widen a bit, an expression that is usually far from his demeanor. He suddenly becomes very tense and actually begins pacing.Vortex: Abel? Abel: This is a topic I wanted to avoid until we found Winters. Unfortunately, it seems I can avoid it no longer. Aside from Atrus and I, there is one more notable thing inside of you. When you were being created, Winters stuck what he tagged as ‘X-Data’ into you. This data was his secret plans for a type of assassin. Vortex: Assassin? Why would Winters be creating assassins? Abel: They’re actually more than Assassins, although that’s the closest word that describes them. Basically he needed a counter-measure to The Foundation. The plans could be compromised if they were physically recorded, however if they are stored inside of your mind…the only way to get to them is through the RNA machine. Vortex: That makes sense…but what of the woman? Abel: She is one of Winter’s assassins. The first one, to be precise. Vortex gets a look of shock on his face, as the scene fades out.
Fade.To be continued at Omega Effect….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:10:21 GMT -5
Segment: The Capitalists’ Siege Victory Credit: Jake Steele / The Senator
Warfare continues as we return from a commercial break and “Dolla” by Fort Minor plays throughout the arena. Andrew Starr and Lee Homicide stand in the ring to mixed reactions, and the tag team championships draped over their shoulders. Lee having to take Davey’s place following his “accident” involving a cigarette lighter and a flight of stairs, he once again holds gold. They stand in the middle of the ring, a microphone in Starr’s hand. For whatever reason they are out there with something to say, and sure enough the fans will have to listen.
Andrew Starr: Alright, listen up folks. We are only a week away from the BIGGEST show of the year - Omega Effect V.
Brief pop for the monumental event, Starr nods and takes a swig of his Jack.
Andrew Starr: There is a problem, though. You see, me and Davey… we had intentions to carry out an open challenge, to ANY tag team back there who thought they had a chance at our gold. And we planned to do it for Omega Effect… of course, our plans were stopped back when old Thundermaniac shoved my partner down a flight of stairs!
There are actually cheers for this, the blood thirsty Kiss Army loving to see a Road Steeler be taken out for good by their leader.
Andrew Starr: But that’s alright, it is. Cause me and Lee here… we’re gonna continue on with our plans, and we are officially challenging ANY team who thinks they have a shot, and wants to challenge for some gold at the biggest landmark in ACW history, against the most dominant group in ACW today! Who’ll it be?
Starr takes a step back and looks towards the entrance ramp. He and Lee converse for a moment, probably discussing the options. Whoever they expected, it comes crashing down quick as none other than the number one contenders, Kevin Fitsharris and Anthony Kalb step out from behind the curtains with smiles on their faces and microphones in their hands.
Fitsharris: Heh, look at that, Kalb! They’re issuing out a challenge to “anyone” in the locker room!
Kalb: Yeah, I noticed, Fitsy. You two must have totally forgot what just happened as of about… an hour ago.
Fitsharris: Remind them, why don’t you.
Kalb: Let me do that, Fitsy. You see, incase you happened to miss it, me and Kev, over here just became the No. 1 Contenders to your titles. Which means, if I ain’t mistaken, that we have the first shot! Correct?
Fitsharris: We totally do!
Kalb: Yeah, we do! And we’re getting it tonight, cause we’re cashing in our “Capitalists In The Bank!”
Andrew Starr: Hold on one minute! … “Capitalists in the Bank”… Are you kidding me? You two can’t just run out here and decide when you have your shot, I don’t care when or how you won it! But you know what, if you two really want a fight, me and Lee will take you two out right here and right now! Bring it on!
Kalb and Fitsharris smile to each other, as they begin walking down to the ring. A ref runs out past them and slides into the ring, and he rings off the bell, because we’re now getting a special ACW Tag Team Championship defense…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:10:41 GMT -5
Improptu Opening Match: Road Steelers vs. The Capitalists: ACW Tag Team Championships (Credit: Jake Steele)
The bell sounds off by the orders of Carter Donovan and the fans are in for a treat, it would seem. Kalb and Fitsharris catch Lee while off guard and leaving the ring, knocking him off of the apron and into the barricade below. Kalb focuses his attention of the Notorious 311, quickly as possible picking him up and launching him into the ring steps, which knocks the steps apart and leaves one half of the champions down and out. Starr elbows Fitsharris in the back of the head while he watches the actions of Kalb, and he gets a swift double arm DDT connected on him for his troubles. Starr hooks the leg, and he almost gets the surprising three count, but Kalb returns to the action and stops it. Donovan soon is forced to try and keep control, now with both of The Capitalists double teaming Andrew Starr. They scoop up the known alcoholic and whip him across the ropes, hoping for a double clothesline but Starr ducks underneath it and continues to run off the ropes. He returns, but his attempted comeback is cut short as The Caps stop him short with two hard elbows to the face, followed by Fitsharris covering for the pin but only getting a two count.
Kalb tells Fitsy to pick Starr back up, as he throws him to Kalb who lifts him up into a position for a suplex, placing Starr’s feet onto Fitsy’s shoulders, and bracing for… Zero Hour! Starr crumples onto the mat, physically done. Fits begins to pin, but he catches Lee trying to make it back to his feet to which brings Kalb baseball sliding him straight back into the barricade. Lee already damaged from the ramming into the steps, and the past few weeks in the events leading up to the Crucible, he can do nothing but hold the back of his head while Fits lifts Starr back up and he throws him back to Kalb, who lifts Starr up above his head and onto his shoulders, before slamming the fallen Steeler down onto his skull with the Milton Friedman Driver! Kalb pins as it’s all but over…
Ding, Ding.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners and the NEW ACW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE CAPITALISTS!
Even after a decisive victory, Kalb and Fitsharris look shocked, to say the least. They immediately run out of the ring and snatch up their championships, heading up the ramp way as they scream out that they are indeed for the first time in their careers, ACW Tag Team Champions. Not believing or wanting this moment to end, Fits drops to his knees on the ramp while Kalb falls on bended knee, both raising their championships into the air with pride on their faces. It’s a moment they’ll never forget. And neither should you.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:15:44 GMT -5
Segment: How to not get laid (Credit: Michael Smart)
A pre-shot clip starts playing on the alphatron. The scene opens up to show an average bar. The bar is packed, many having to stand due to the lack of seats. The camera pulls back to show Michael and Daniel Smart, dressed in street clothes, sitting around a small, round table, looking around the bar. After a while they turn to the camera.
Michael Smart: In case you weren't tuned in last Thursday, this is a competition between the two of us. We are here to see which of us has... more "game", as Daniel put it multiple times on the way here.
Daniel Smart: Not knowing your slang is just another reason I'll win, cousin.
Michael ignores Daniel's comment, continuing.
Michael Smart: The rules are as follows: We each take a turn to talk to one of the ladies here, trying to woo them.
Daniel Smart: The other competitor is not allowed to interfere.
Michael Smart: Score will be counted by the number of real phone numbers a competitor gets. The authentity of the phone number will be checked immediately afterwards.
Daniel Smart: However, in case one competitor gets lucky, so to speak, the contest will automatically end.
Michael Smart: Now then, how will we decide who goes first?
Daniel Smart: Rock-paper-scissors?
Michael Smart: Fine by me.
The two put their right hands behind their backs and count to three, revealing their hand-position of choice. Michael picked rock while Daniel picked paper. Daniel gets a confident smile on his face.
Daniel Smart: I'll go first. Prepare to lose, cousin.
Daniel starts panning the bar for a fitting candidate for seduction. As the door opens, an attractive blonde woman comes into the bar. Daniel smiles, motioning to Michael that she'll go after her.
Daniel Smart: Wish me luck!
Michael Smart: Break a leg.
The woman walks to the bartender, Daniel walking over to her.
Daniel Smart: Can I buy you a drink?
Woman: Sure, why not?
Daniel Smart: Bartender! Give this fine lady whatever she wants!
The woman orders a drink. Once she gets the drink, Daniel starts talking to her again.
Daniel Smart: So, what's your name?
Woman: I'm sorry, do we know each other?
Daniel Smart: Uh... no, but...
Woman: Oh, I see! Sorry, but you're not my type.
Daniel Smart: Um... are you sure?
Woman: Yes. Thanks for the drink, though.
Daniel walks back to his table with his head down. Michael chuckles.
Michael Smart: Your mistake was thinking that any sober girl would like you. Now, watch and learn.
Michael starts panning the place, settling on a black, curvy woman. Michael then takes out a piece of paper from his pocket, browsing the text on it.
Daniel Smart: What's that?
Michael Smart: Oh, this? Uh, nothing.
Daniel Smart: Give me that!
Michael tries to keep the paper away from Daniel, but Daniel quickly snatches it from his hands. Daniel starts reading the text.
Daniel Smart: Pick-up lines? You actually needed to write down pick-up lines?
Michael Smart: I didn't need to write them down, I just... wanted to test some funny ones I found. It's not like I'm in danger of losing.
Daniel Smart: Whatever, good luck getting a second glance with lines like these.
Daniel hands the paper back to Michael. Michael starts browsing through the paper again, eventually settling on a line. He folds the paper and puts it back in his pocket, then heads over to the woman. The woman is sitting, talking with a friend of hers.
Michael Smart: Did it hurt?
The woman turns to take a look at Michael.
Woman: No, it didn't hurt when I fell from heaven, and no, I won't fall for someone that uses the biggest cliche in the book.
Michael opens his mouth as if to say something, but instead walks back to the table. It's Daniel's turn to chuckle.
Daniel Smart: At least I got a few sentences in. Now, for my next pick...
Daniel points to a woman at the table at the bar's table behind which the bartender is and no, I don't know the name of the table-thingy so I'll break the narrative to rant about it which is so unlike me so I hate you for reading this run-on sentence and apparently the table-thingy is called a bar counter which I could've checked with a quick google search but I didn't and I don't feel like deleting this part so there you go. Anyway, the woman is sitting on a stool at the bar counter, an empty seat beside her. Daniel gets in the seat.
Daniel Smart: Mind if I sit here?
Woman: Actually...
Daniel Smart: So, I was wondering when you would give me your number.
The woman looks as if she's going to respond, but instead raises her eyes a little, looking behind Daniel. Daniel turns around to see a tall, muscular man.
Man: Get away from my woman.
Daniel Smart: Um... okay!
Daniel quickly gets up, almost running back to the table.
Daniel Smart: I could've taken him, but I didn't want the poor guy to get embarassed in front of his girlfriend.
Michael Smart: Of course, of course. You might want to stop being so noble, though, because I have a feeling that I'll be winning soon.
Flash cut to Michael talking to a woman.
Michael Smart: You must be tired, because you've been...
Woman: Running on your mind all night long? Is that why you've been hitting on half the bar tonight?
Michael Smart: Uh... yes?
Flash cut to Daniel with a woman.
Daniel Smart: Do you come here often?
Woman: Do you?
Daniel Smart: Uh, yeah?
Woman: Then I don't anymore.[/color]
Flash cut to Michael again.
Michael Smart: If I could rearrange the alphabet I would put U and I together.
Woman: I want U to get out of my face.
Flash cut to Daniel.
Daniel Smart: Have we met before?
Woman: I sure hope not.
Flash to Michael.
Michael Smart: Your place or mine?
Woman: You'll go to your place, I'll go to mine.
Flash to Daniel.
Daniel Smart: Wanna have sex?
Woman: Yes.
Daniel Smart: Really?
Woman: Yes.
Daniel Smart: Great! Let's go!
Woman: I said I wanted to have sex, not that I want it with you.
Daniel Smart: Oh. Well do you?
Woman: No.
The screen goes black, and on white text appear the words "2 hours later". The screen now shows both Michael and Daniel at the table, looking depressed, a few empty pints in front of them.
Daniel Smart: Your turn, cousin.
Michael Smart: You know what? After this, I'll give up.
Michael gets up, slowly walking to a clearly drunk chick.
Michael Smart: Hey, do you want to...
Woman: Are you that wrestler from ACW?
Michael's face suddenly lights up.
Michael Smart: Why, yes I am!
Woman: The one that had a match against Trixer last Thursday?
Michael Smart: The one and the same.
Michael has a big smile on his face at this moment.
Woman: You should be ashamed of yourself![/color]
Michael's smile turns to an expression of confusion.
Michael Smart: Huh?
Woman: First you beat poor Trixer, and then you had to go and insult him, too! How dare you! Get the hell out of this bar![/color]
Some of the patrons start watching the conversation as the woman's voice gets louder.
Michael Smart: But...
Woman: GET OUT OF HERE!
As most of the bar starts giving Michael a dirty look, Michael stutters to explain, but instead leaves the bar. Daniel and the camera follow. They meet up outside the bar.
Daniel Smart: I guess it's a draw, then.
Michael Smart: Yeah. But since it took so long, surely the video won't be played on the show?
Cameraman: Oh, don't worry, I'm sure the production crew will cut it into a shorter and more entertaining version.
Michael and Daniel look at each other, nod, and start glaring at the cameraman.
Michael Smart: Hand over the camera.
The camera stays still for a second, then turns around as the cameraman starts running. From the voices it's obvious that Michael and Daniel start following. This continues for a moment until the clip ends.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:16:20 GMT -5
Segment: The Two Man Power Trip Credit: Jake Steele / Jason Freeman
As the scene opens up, just returning from our brief commercial break, we are immediately welcomed by the faces of Jake Steele and Jason Freeman. The two stand side by side, Freeman tapping his wrist and Steele grasping his world title over his shoulder with a mile wide smirk over his face. Kevin Anderson stands before them, still very inquisitive about this situation, and he plans to get those answers... now.
Kevin Anderson: Alright, you two just… laid out the No. 1 Contender to the World Championship, Steve Phillips. Well, Freeman did, but you caused the distraction for it to happen, Steele. I am still dumbfounded as to what you two have planned, I mean, I thought you two couldn’t stand each other? But you’re discussing whatever behind closed doors, and now you’re working together? I just don’t get it. I think I need to be filled in, cause I’m confused.
Freeman: Let me explain the obvious...you say you thought that we couldn't stand each other? Yes, maybe that's true. Steele and I are certainly not "buddies" or "pals." We never will be. A team is a unit, Kevin. A team should not be based on useless things such as "friendship." There is one person that's important to me, and that's myself. You know that by now, surely. The perfect alliance is when two men have something to gain, and both recognize that their goals overlap. I don't like Steele, and he probably doesn't like me. For some people, this would deter them from forming a group, but not I. I don't care who the person is, if he's going to help me get what I want, then I'm game. And that's what Steele can do for me. And that's what I can do for him. People focus too much on trivial matters. Personal feelings should not come in one's way. If you want something done, you forget personal feelings. They can only hold you back.
And if there's anybody that's given up personal feelings, it's Freeman. He clearly means every word that he's saying. And in many ways, what he's saying makes sense. If Steele and Freeman were to let their personal dislike for one another control them, then such a powerful alliance would never be made. Their agreement is simple. They both know that the other is only in this for themselves. They both know the other is helping mainly for personal benefit. Both of them are fine with that. Both of them are able to thrive off of it. Finally it seems to be an alliance that Freeman has no trouble taking part in. An alliance that is right up Freeman's alley. And this is just for one night. If Freeman was able to form a permanent alliance of the sort, just how dangerous would he be?
Freeman: You see, both of us have somebody that we would like to get our hands on. For Steele that man is Steve Phillips. We both know how much of a snake he truly is; we have always known. It seems that now everybody else is finally finding out as well. And last Monday night, AK ripped three teeth from my mouth, while I was awake and conscious no less. I think that tonight, I'm going to pay her back for that. You see, we both have an opponent we would like taken care of, so what better way to get that done than by combining our interests and working together? Steele realized that I could be of assistance to him...and he could be of assistance to me. When he proposed his offer, I did not even think of denying it. I'm sure he knows he came to the right man. There are no terms, no questions, no uncertainties. We both know exactly what is going through the other's mind. We both know exactly what the other is thinking, what his motive is. We both know what we expect from each other. It's a simple alliance but a powerful one. This is the kind of alliance that will accomplish something.
It certainly is a plan that may be deadly. Steele and Freeman are both dangerous enough on their own but together? They have two targets, and one has already been taken care of. Shall AK receive the same fate? That's obviously what Freeman and Steele are intending, at least. How is AK going to be able to avoid it? Can she really stop both of them together? Most would think that this alliance would be doomed due to the two's past...and their mutual dislike for each other. In this case, however, the alliance seems strong. Both of them seem determined to achieve their goals and the mutual dislike they have shown for each other in the past is not affecting anything.
Freeman: Omega Effect is just around the corner. We have rounded the final bend, and we are now into the final stretch. I think that both of us need to show our opponents just exactly what we are capable of. Just exactly what they are getting themselves into. Senator already got a taste of that tonight, and now it is time for AK to see. And after Omega Effect, I shall send AK sulking back into retirement. After tonight, Steele's business with the Senator is of no concern to me, but I can't help but hope that perhaps Steele can get rid of Senator for good. Perhaps he can beat Senator into retiring, because he should have done so a LONG time ago. Neither AK nor Senator deserves to be taking our spots, and I believe that that's something that Jake Steele can agree with me on. We are quite frankly the deadliest type of alliance there can be. We are together for one goal and one goal only. The destruction of the Senator and Atomic Kitsune. With only one goal bringing us together...you can be sure that we ARE going to accomplish it.
And Freeman then turns his head and looks towards the camera. Perhaps he is looking right into the eyes of Atomic Kitsune. Perhaps he's speaking right to her as he talks of the plans for tonight. For him at least, there is one purpose at least...revenge. For what she did to him on Monday. He struck, she struck, and now it's his turn again. In the end, he is going to ensure that the checkmate belongs to him. He didn't like Senator, no, but the only reason he attacked him was because doing so ensures that Steele will help HIM tonight. And tonight AK will not be able to avoid it. One could say that in getting backup, Freeman wouldn't even accomplish anything even if he did manage to take AK out tonight. But Freeman doesn't see it that way. If AK makes it to Omega Effect, he will beat her himself...he will do it in a wrestling match. But as for tonight, all he knows is that he is three teeth short, and that he is going to make sure that she pays for it any way he has to.
With everything Freeman had to say, now it's Steele's turn, as he grabs the microphone and speaks for himself, making his message as clear as ever.
Jake Steele: Listen, I’m not a bad man, Kevin. We're not bad men. We're smart men. I, am far smarter than you could ever imagine. Phillips thought he pulled wool over my eyes last week? Nah, tonight I pulled the cards. Tonight, I am the one who will be showin’ every last one of these people backstage, and every last one of those people out in the crowd, why I am World Champion now - and why I will stay World Champion after Omega Effect V. Alicia Kitsune... listen. I ain’t got much towards you, but unfortunately for you… you in my way tonight. You in my way of victory, and nobody gets in my way… of victory. I bet you seen what I did to Macho Man, what I did to Thunderkiss. I know you saw it up, close and personal what I did to people who have been around just as long as you, and carry the same amount of respect as you do. And as one of those people, it puts you in they position, dig? It puts you right where it put them, and it makes you my target. I know, I know, Freeman wants you too, and believe me he’ll get a few shots in before Omega Effect, don’t worry about that. But tonight… I’ll be sending a message, and you the package. So, Ms. Kitsune, allow me to apologize in advance for what’s gonna happen tonight, because I damn sure won’t be sayin’ it after we‘re done…
On that very serious note, Steele walks off with his championship placed perfectly over his shoulder, leaving Kevin to watch as he walks off. Freeman stands there for a moment, though, and he just stares at Kevin with disgust, causing Kevin to take a few steps back in caution. Freeman shakes his head at the cowardice of Kevin, and he follows suit behind Steele. The Two Man Power Trip may be one night only, but what a night this will be…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:16:49 GMT -5
Saved for Jonny Spade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 15, 2009 17:17:59 GMT -5
Match 5: Bryce vs. Dave Shadow (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. DAVE SHADOW VS. BRYCE ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 15 minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Dave Shadow Age: 22 Height: 5'8" Weight: 184 Hometown: Drogheda, Ireland
Bryce Age: 24 Height: 5'11" Weight: 215 Hometown: Palo Alto, California “Come with me” hits the speakers, as the lights in the arena go out. As the music builds, several blinding lights illuminate at the top of the entrance ramp. A shadow emerges, the silhouette dancing along with the music. As the shadow walks out of the light, we see it's Dave Shadow, with a perverted smile plastered accross his face. He makes his way down the ramp and hops up onto the apron, climbing to the second rope at one of the corners and posing for all his fans. The camera spins round him, as he hops down and awaits his opponent....
“I Don’t Want Stop” by Ozzy Osborne hits the sound system. Out comes Bryce who generically walks to the ring. He then walks generically up the ring steps and climbs generically through the ropes. Now inside the ring, he does a generic warm up and generic pose drawing very generic cheers.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Dave and Bryce begin the match with a traditional grapple. From here Bryce puts Dave in a headlock and begins to grind away. Dave latches onto Bryce’s waist and then lifts him upwards freeing himself in the process. Shadow drops back and takes Bryce with him, executing a terrific back body drop. Shadow and Bryce pop right back up and Bryce nails Dave with two stiff forearms to his jaw. Stunned, Dave gets Irished whipped with ease and Bryce ducks down to give Dave a taste of Dave’s own medicine. Shadow sees it coming a mile away and puts on the breaks soon enough to be able to counter with a stiff kick to Bryce’s face. Bryce falls back and Shadow hits him with a lariat for the combo. Wanting a quick time out Bryce rolls out of the ring and puts his hands on his hips. Shadow informs him there are no time outs in wrestling and latches onto him from the inside of the ring, pulling him back to up to the apron and then catapulting him into the ring. Bryce lands right on his ass and the shock of his landing vibrates his tail bone. Wanting to keep him grounded, Dave slaps on a near chinlock and cranks down with all his might. Bryce fights back but is only able to get halfway to the rings before Dave yanks him right back into the center of the ring. There he stays until the middle of the match when he is able to escape with a trek upwards and two well placed elbows. MATCH MIDPOINT: As the middle part of our match up arrives both Dave and Bryce are free and vertical. Here they begin an awesome criss cross that seems to have no end in sight, that is until Dave puts on the breaks and catches Bryce with his arm. One hip toss later, Bryce finds himself back in the middle of the mat and back in another chin lock. This time around he wastes not a second freeing himself and leaps upwards with all the strength he has in his legs. In midair he clamps both hands around the back of Dave’s head and carries it downward with his body. A massive jawbreaker occurs as a result and Shadow falls to his back and latches onto his mouth in pain. Upset, Bryce begins to pound down upon Dave with a series of stomps that redden his skin and his face. Not wishing to take another, Dave rolls to his back and catches Bryce’s foot on the way down. This sets up an easy counter with a leg trip and Bryce and Dave trade places. Its now time to kick it up a notch and Dave does so accordingly. He leaps to the top rope and spins his body back around. Just as quickly he launches off the ropes and catches Bryce with a head numbing Hurricanerana. Continuing his momentum, Dave hits the 2nd ropes and springboards his body backwards onto Bryce with a great cross body block. As they both land, Dave hooks Bryce’s leg but only gets a two count. As we head to the final moments, Bryce continues to struggle and Dave continues sting like a butterfly and fly like a bee. MATCH ENDING: It is the final countdown, and no, I don’t mean the song. Dave knife edge chops Bryce back into a corner and then latches on to his hand. He then arm drags Bryce down to the mat and knees him in the face a couple of times for good measure. Bryce gets released and he staggers onto his feet where Dave catches him with a running bulldog. Bryce can barely maintain his senses when Shadow places his leg onto the back of his head and kicks his feet out with his other leg. Bryce gets faced planted again and Shadow rolls him onto his back for what he hopes is the match’s closing moment but once again Bryce plays the role of spoiler by kicking out. Dave decides that it’s time to pull out a finisher and he does so with a FUTURE ENDEAVOR’D! Shadow latches onto Bryce’s face and then goes to drive his double knees into it. However, Bryce someway, somehow puts both forearms up and blocks Dave’s effort. Shadow is then left out to dry and Bryce takes advantage. He latches his arm around Shadow’s head and drives his skull into the canvas with a wicked free fall DDT. The force of the blow actually pops Dave’s body up into the air and Bryce is able to schoolboy him back down to the canvas. However, as Bryce rolls Dave’s shoulders to the canvas, his eyes catch Rena Matheson standing at ringside. Irate, Bryce abandons efforts and goes to confront her. Bad move. Recovered well enough to kick it back into high gear, Shadow grabs Bryce from behind and whips him right into his knees for a successful FUTURE ENDEAVOR’D! Bryce falls and Shadows leaps on top of him to seal the deal. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! Phillip: And here is your winner, DAVE SHADOW!
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