Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:24:55 GMT -5
Segment: Magic Touch (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
As we fade in, we see Sarin Rossi, in her and Yoko's locker room, holding a camera. It flashes.
Sarin: Good, good, now put on the final one!
Yoko: There's no room!
Sarin: Just... Kind of hold it in place, alright? Ok, one, two...
Flash.
Sarin: Now it's my turn.
Yoko: Help me unbuckle these.
Sarin sets down the camera and walks over to Yoko, and now we see what's so worthy of photography.
Yoko is wearing, or attempting to wear, all of the title belts in their current possession. All six of them.
The ACW Diva Championship belt.
The Custom "Yokoweight" ACW World Heavyweight Championship belt.
The two retired ACW World Tag Team Championship belts.
And the two currently active ACW World Tag Team Championship belts.
Sarin steps behind her and begins unbuckling and removing the belts.
Sarin: Soon you'll have your weight in gold.
Yoko: I don't already? It feels like it.
Sarin: You may be skinny, but not that skinny.
Yoko: Which one do you want on first?
Sarin: The one that's actually mine. No offense to your collection.
Yoko grabs one of the new tag titles and wraps it around Sarin's waist.
Yoko: You won the match without my help, I say you've earned both of these belts.
Sarin: You know, I thought you'd be in a bad mood after being pinned.
Yoko: Oh, I was. Until you outlasted all five of them and won the match. I got pinned, yeah, but because of you, we won and proved we're the best team in ACW history. You are truly exceptional.
She picks up the camera.
Yoko: Now say Flower Power rocks!
Sarin: I will never say something "rocks" unless it's a chair.
Flash.
Yoko: Now which belt?
Sarin: Your tag belt, which is now my tag belt by way of my actions.
Yoko grabs the second belt and wraps it around Sarin, this time from the front, which happens to bring them close together.
Yoko: I never thought this would happen again.
Sarin just looks at her.
Yoko: ...Being champions. I got injured, I got fired...
Sarin: I got fired, I went to prison... I know exactly what you mean. You never truly know what the future can bring. One year ago, being in this position with you was something that could never happen again.
Yoko: I thought the same, and now Flower Power are once again the tag team champions. Thanks to you.
Sarin: No, not me. Not me at all. It's thanks to you. You gave me my second chance in life by getting me out of prison. Hell, you even gave me my first chance in life when you gave me, an insignificant nobody at the time, a shot at your world title in my first match! Why?
Yoko: Because, you are exceptional.
Sarin: No, why do you keep doing it?
Yoko: I just told you. You're exceptional.
Sarin: But I've hurt you so badly... How could you, after that?
Yoko: If I answered that, this conversation might go somewhere unpleasant. After all, you have a boyfrie-
She doesn't finish her sentence. She can't, because Sarin has suddenly locked her in a deep, passionate kiss. The camera, as well as the belts, falls to the floor.
Yoko is very shocked but not exactly reluctant. She goes with it.
Sarin, though she initiated it, is also shocked. Shocked that she did it, and shocked that she isn't stopping it. Her thoughts are racing faster than she can cope with, so fast that she barely realizes that Yoko has fallen backwards onto the couch, with Sarin falling on top of her.
The passion continues despite Sarin's concern, with instinct and perhaps her subconscious taking control as her mind argues with itself for what seems like eons, in reality mere seconds. Her heart says stop immediately, but she disobeys herself as her left hand slithers between Yoko's legs and down into her panties.
Before her mind can issue another order to be disobeyed, two of her fingers are already warm and moist deep inside of Yoko and going deeper with every additional slow plunge.
Yoko breaks the kiss to either gasp for air or gasp in pleasure, likely both at the rate she's grinding her hips into Sarin's hand.
Sarin takes that as a cue to scoot down to eye level with Yoko's waist. She pushes Yoko's skirt up out of her way and slides down her panties as Yoko opens her legs wide for her, inviting her in. It's a welcome image that Sarin hasn't had the pleasure of seeing in over two years, such a long time, too long a time. She moves in...
No.
She stops herself, biting her own tongue in the process. This has gone too far already, and if she receives that familiar taste, she won't be able to stop herself from going all the way, and she could never forgive herself for that, she already can't for going this far.
This is... It's just lust. Lust and fond memories. Really fond memories... No, she has a boyfriend. Rattlsnake.
Sarin: I'm sorry.
Yoko: Huh what?
Sarin pulls Yoko's skirt back down into place, obscuring the sight of her temptation. She grabs a nearby tissue box and plucks one, wiping her fingers.
Sarin: We can't do this, I'm sorry, I must be too hyped up from the adrenaline from the match.
Yoko: But-
Sarin: It isn't your fault, I started it, but that part of our relationship is over... I'm sorry.
Yoko: But-
Sarin: I need some air. And I need a cigarette. Bad.
Yoko: But I-
Sarin: Please don't hate me.
She grabs a few of her things and rushes out of the room.
Yoko has no idea what just happened. Did it really happen? Was tonight some kind of dream?
No. It wasn't.
Yoko's eyes begin to tear up.
How could winning the tag team titles turn out to be so terrible?
End Segment.
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Segment: Time (Credit: Dan White)
And we open up, once more to a pop from the crowd. We have “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White, standing in front of a mirror. He's looking down at the faucet in front of him, and he takes his right hand, turning the cold water on. He allows the water to flow out, splashing the bottom of the china basin, up around his arms. He lets the water rise to about halfway, before turning the tap off. He takes a navy blue flannel, dousing it in the faucet and removing it. Wringing it, he then looks up before placing the flannel over his face, and letting out a deep sigh. A somewhat unconventional pre-fight ritual, but for Dan White, he has got absolutely everything resting of the match ahead of him. This is his moment, his one great chance to take what he has been yearning for for days. For weeks. For months. For years.
He removes the flannel, and chucks it towards the sink, unplugging the plug. He then takes a good, long, hard stare at himself in the mirror. He thinks back of everything he has achieved in this company, and he thinks long and hard at the challenge faced before him. The final piece of the jigsaw. Five years in the making. It would leave him with the longest wait for a World title that the company has ever seen. And in just a matter of moments, the knock on the door will signal the beginning and end of a war that has lasted the whole of the past month. From all the beatdowns at the hand of the Senatorial Stable, to seeing his alliance team wiping the floor with them. It all comes down to what happens in the Cell.
And, almost on cue, the lights fade. And the voice that has been so sparingly heard, comes to life once again.
Voice: Your time is soon, Daniel.
Dan doesn't make a sound. He listens to what the voice has to say.
Voice: Shortly, you will have the chance to prove your worth to the world. You will have the chance to have closure with yourself. You will have the chance to make peace with your mind. And you will have the chance to prove to everybody around you, that you are the kingpin in this federation.
Again, more silence from Dan, as he listens on.
Voice: And in turn, one will be a step closer to revealing all about himself.
Dan now pipes up, uttering nothing but two words.
Dan White: And you?
Voice: Heh heh, you are quite the impatient one, Daniel. You complete the objective, and you will be within touching distance of discovering my true identity. I promise you this, Daniel.
Dan is silent again, up until there's a knock on the door, and suddenly the lights spring back on. There is no looking around the room for any sly pranksters pulling the mother of all tricks on the Welshman. Instead, there is a look of a man who knows what's in for him tonight. And knows that tonight can not only answer a hell of a lot of questions, but that it could well ask a bundle of them.
Fade out.
As we fade in, we see Sarin Rossi, in her and Yoko's locker room, holding a camera. It flashes.
Sarin: Good, good, now put on the final one!
Yoko: There's no room!
Sarin: Just... Kind of hold it in place, alright? Ok, one, two...
Flash.
Sarin: Now it's my turn.
Yoko: Help me unbuckle these.
Sarin sets down the camera and walks over to Yoko, and now we see what's so worthy of photography.
Yoko is wearing, or attempting to wear, all of the title belts in their current possession. All six of them.
The ACW Diva Championship belt.
The Custom "Yokoweight" ACW World Heavyweight Championship belt.
The two retired ACW World Tag Team Championship belts.
And the two currently active ACW World Tag Team Championship belts.
Sarin steps behind her and begins unbuckling and removing the belts.
Sarin: Soon you'll have your weight in gold.
Yoko: I don't already? It feels like it.
Sarin: You may be skinny, but not that skinny.
Yoko: Which one do you want on first?
Sarin: The one that's actually mine. No offense to your collection.
Yoko grabs one of the new tag titles and wraps it around Sarin's waist.
Yoko: You won the match without my help, I say you've earned both of these belts.
Sarin: You know, I thought you'd be in a bad mood after being pinned.
Yoko: Oh, I was. Until you outlasted all five of them and won the match. I got pinned, yeah, but because of you, we won and proved we're the best team in ACW history. You are truly exceptional.
She picks up the camera.
Yoko: Now say Flower Power rocks!
Sarin: I will never say something "rocks" unless it's a chair.
Flash.
Yoko: Now which belt?
Sarin: Your tag belt, which is now my tag belt by way of my actions.
Yoko grabs the second belt and wraps it around Sarin, this time from the front, which happens to bring them close together.
Yoko: I never thought this would happen again.
Sarin just looks at her.
Yoko: ...Being champions. I got injured, I got fired...
Sarin: I got fired, I went to prison... I know exactly what you mean. You never truly know what the future can bring. One year ago, being in this position with you was something that could never happen again.
Yoko: I thought the same, and now Flower Power are once again the tag team champions. Thanks to you.
Sarin: No, not me. Not me at all. It's thanks to you. You gave me my second chance in life by getting me out of prison. Hell, you even gave me my first chance in life when you gave me, an insignificant nobody at the time, a shot at your world title in my first match! Why?
Yoko: Because, you are exceptional.
Sarin: No, why do you keep doing it?
Yoko: I just told you. You're exceptional.
Sarin: But I've hurt you so badly... How could you, after that?
Yoko: If I answered that, this conversation might go somewhere unpleasant. After all, you have a boyfrie-
She doesn't finish her sentence. She can't, because Sarin has suddenly locked her in a deep, passionate kiss. The camera, as well as the belts, falls to the floor.
Yoko is very shocked but not exactly reluctant. She goes with it.
Sarin, though she initiated it, is also shocked. Shocked that she did it, and shocked that she isn't stopping it. Her thoughts are racing faster than she can cope with, so fast that she barely realizes that Yoko has fallen backwards onto the couch, with Sarin falling on top of her.
The passion continues despite Sarin's concern, with instinct and perhaps her subconscious taking control as her mind argues with itself for what seems like eons, in reality mere seconds. Her heart says stop immediately, but she disobeys herself as her left hand slithers between Yoko's legs and down into her panties.
Before her mind can issue another order to be disobeyed, two of her fingers are already warm and moist deep inside of Yoko and going deeper with every additional slow plunge.
Yoko breaks the kiss to either gasp for air or gasp in pleasure, likely both at the rate she's grinding her hips into Sarin's hand.
Sarin takes that as a cue to scoot down to eye level with Yoko's waist. She pushes Yoko's skirt up out of her way and slides down her panties as Yoko opens her legs wide for her, inviting her in. It's a welcome image that Sarin hasn't had the pleasure of seeing in over two years, such a long time, too long a time. She moves in...
No.
She stops herself, biting her own tongue in the process. This has gone too far already, and if she receives that familiar taste, she won't be able to stop herself from going all the way, and she could never forgive herself for that, she already can't for going this far.
This is... It's just lust. Lust and fond memories. Really fond memories... No, she has a boyfriend. Rattlsnake.
Sarin: I'm sorry.
Yoko: Huh what?
Sarin pulls Yoko's skirt back down into place, obscuring the sight of her temptation. She grabs a nearby tissue box and plucks one, wiping her fingers.
Sarin: We can't do this, I'm sorry, I must be too hyped up from the adrenaline from the match.
Yoko: But-
Sarin: It isn't your fault, I started it, but that part of our relationship is over... I'm sorry.
Yoko: But-
Sarin: I need some air. And I need a cigarette. Bad.
Yoko: But I-
Sarin: Please don't hate me.
She grabs a few of her things and rushes out of the room.
Yoko has no idea what just happened. Did it really happen? Was tonight some kind of dream?
No. It wasn't.
Yoko's eyes begin to tear up.
How could winning the tag team titles turn out to be so terrible?
End Segment.
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Segment: Time (Credit: Dan White)
And we open up, once more to a pop from the crowd. We have “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White, standing in front of a mirror. He's looking down at the faucet in front of him, and he takes his right hand, turning the cold water on. He allows the water to flow out, splashing the bottom of the china basin, up around his arms. He lets the water rise to about halfway, before turning the tap off. He takes a navy blue flannel, dousing it in the faucet and removing it. Wringing it, he then looks up before placing the flannel over his face, and letting out a deep sigh. A somewhat unconventional pre-fight ritual, but for Dan White, he has got absolutely everything resting of the match ahead of him. This is his moment, his one great chance to take what he has been yearning for for days. For weeks. For months. For years.
He removes the flannel, and chucks it towards the sink, unplugging the plug. He then takes a good, long, hard stare at himself in the mirror. He thinks back of everything he has achieved in this company, and he thinks long and hard at the challenge faced before him. The final piece of the jigsaw. Five years in the making. It would leave him with the longest wait for a World title that the company has ever seen. And in just a matter of moments, the knock on the door will signal the beginning and end of a war that has lasted the whole of the past month. From all the beatdowns at the hand of the Senatorial Stable, to seeing his alliance team wiping the floor with them. It all comes down to what happens in the Cell.
And, almost on cue, the lights fade. And the voice that has been so sparingly heard, comes to life once again.
Voice: Your time is soon, Daniel.
Dan doesn't make a sound. He listens to what the voice has to say.
Voice: Shortly, you will have the chance to prove your worth to the world. You will have the chance to have closure with yourself. You will have the chance to make peace with your mind. And you will have the chance to prove to everybody around you, that you are the kingpin in this federation.
Again, more silence from Dan, as he listens on.
Voice: And in turn, one will be a step closer to revealing all about himself.
Dan now pipes up, uttering nothing but two words.
Dan White: And you?
Voice: Heh heh, you are quite the impatient one, Daniel. You complete the objective, and you will be within touching distance of discovering my true identity. I promise you this, Daniel.
Dan is silent again, up until there's a knock on the door, and suddenly the lights spring back on. There is no looking around the room for any sly pranksters pulling the mother of all tricks on the Welshman. Instead, there is a look of a man who knows what's in for him tonight. And knows that tonight can not only answer a hell of a lot of questions, but that it could well ask a bundle of them.
Fade out.