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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:50:39 GMT -5
Segment: A Look Into the Past (Credit: Jake Cheng / Hunter)
The man cooly walks down the hallway. He has the power to control his destiny, he has the power to steal the show, he has the power to finally beat Hunter. But will he use the power correctly.
Jake Cheng walks up to the door and knocks to gain access to the Senatorial locker room. He steps back and adjusts the Light-Heavyweight title that rests on its normal spot on Jake’s left shoulder. The doors opens slightly and a man speaks in an unnaturally low voice through the crack in the door.
Man: Password?
Jake: Excuse me?
Man: Password?
Jake: Fuck you, I need to talk to Hunter.
Man: ...ah, damn it.
The door shuts but yelling can still be heard from the inside.
Man: Who told him the password?
Hunter: X, for the last time, we don’t have a password.
FSX: Oh yeah...well then Cheng wants to talk to you.
A pause and then the door opens all the way and Hunter steps out. He closes the door behind him.
Hunter: What in the hell do you want?
Jake: Uh...how's it going?
Hunter: Think about that question for a moment, Jake. You know that via my infinite vocabulary and my obscenely large ego, I can easily speak to you about everything that is going on in my life, and by the time I'm done, you'll have died from starvation. And since I doubt you came here to commit suicide, why don't you tell me what you want to talk about?
Jake: Our match. A stipulation has been added. The match is now a ladder match.
Pause.
Hunter: ...bit random, don't you think? What are we reaching for anyways?
Jake pats the title and Hunter stares at the belt like it doesn’t really matter.
Hunter: I'm over the weight limit.
Jake: Well we're not fighting for the title itself. We're fighting for ownership of the physical belt.
Hunter raises an eyebrow.
Jake: I figure since the first time you won, you didn’t get to keep the title because you were a cheating little bitch, that I would give you another chance.
Hunter: ...what in the blue blazing hell are...oh yeah...I forgot about that.
Jake: Yup. And that was just the first time.
Hunter: We had another match.
Jake: Yeah...after you screwed my sister.
Hunter: ...forgot about that too. Shouldn't have, though.
He grins deviously as Jake rolls his eyes.
Jake: Oh man, I guess your life has just turned to strange drugs, faking deaths, and not wrestling.
Hunter: It would seem so.
Jake: Meh, shit happens. See you in the ring.
Hunter turns away before Jake does back into the locker room. Jake doesn’t leave quite yet; his ear against the door of the locker room. More yelling ensues.
Hunter: Sweet, I get to hold onto a title that's not mine for no apparent reason.
Jake rolls his eyes and walks away from the locker room, confident as ever. Third time is a charm......hopefully.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:51:42 GMT -5
Match 2: Hunter vs. Jake Cheng - Ladder Match (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the lights instantly dim, and the slow brooding introduction to Opeth's "The Leper Affinity" hits the speakers. The fans instantly begin to boo, just as the introduction concludes with that now famous phrase:
...and Hell followed with him...
And with that, the full-on blaring metalness of the song rips through the speakers, and soon thereafter Hunter makes his way out to the stage.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a ladder match for the...possession of the ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Belt. Introducing first, from Rochester, New York, this is HUNTER!
Hunter continues to walk down the ramp, flipping off the fans as he does, as well as yelling obscenities at them. He eventually rolls into the ring and poses proudly, but the fans merely continue to boo him.
Philip: And his opponent, he is the defending...erm...holder of the ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Belt, this is JAKE CHENG!
"4 Words (To Choke Upon)" hits the speakers as the fans begin to boo it. It being the song, not the wrestler who accompanies it. Either way, Jake appears on the stage, and briefly poses before walking down the ramp and climbing into the ring. The two men stand at opposite sides of the ring, fully prepared for what awaits them.
Bell Rings.
And on that pleasant note, they launch into each other, Hunter getting the advantage due to his weight alone. Although Jake is knocked to the ground, he is able to quickly roll out of the way, seconds before Hunter decimates his shadow with a heel stomp. Jake kips up and throws a leg out at Hunter, but Hunter grabs it and pushes it away. He then moves in closer, lifts Jake up, and ultimately throws him over himself with a strange sort of t-bone suplex. Jake recovers quickly and throws himself forward with a powerful enziguri, which is just enough to give him some time to roll out of the ring and grab a ladder. Just as he rises up with it, however, Hunter flies over the top rope, does a forward flip, and dropkicks the ladder right into Jake's face. Jake flies back into the security barrier as the fans around him cringe, but Hunter wastes no time in letting them feel sorry for them. He grabs the fallen ladder and pushes it into the ring, and then follows suit. He sets up the ladder and begins to climb, but Jake is able to roll in and pull the ladder down from under him, causing Hunter to fall face first into the ground.
Jake then instantly set up the ladder, but Hunter rolled back into it, causing it to fall down and recline on the ropes before Jake could even touch it. Hunter and Jake exchanged various strikes before Hunter whipped Jake over the ropes. The latter laid on the outside somewhat motionless, until Hunter backed up and ran up the course of the ladder and leaped off...into the audience, missing Jake by a few feet. Some of the fans started yelling at Hunter, but others merely high fived him. Hunter then stood on a chair and jump on top of a few people, and all in all he was able to crowd surf back to where Jake was. Trouble was, the moment he got there, Jake punched him square in the face, throwing him back into the crowd. Jake then hopped over the barrier and stomped away at Hunter, but Hunter soon headbutted Jake to stun him. He then looked Jake's way, looked at the crowd...and smiled.
Hunter: SPARTA!!!!!!!!!
And with that, Hunter delivered the Spartan Kick directly to Jake's chest, sending him flying over the barrier and crashing into the side of the ring. Hunter then turned to the audience with another smile.
Hunter: SPARTANS...WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION!?!?!
Crowd: HOO! HOO! HOO!
Hunter chuckles a bit before climbing back over the barrier and lifting Jake up by his hair. Jake angrily slams Hunter in the side, and then lifts him up and nails him with a quick Flatliner. Jake then grabs another ladder from under the ring and throws it into the ring. He rolls in himself and sets it up, but does not begin to climb it. Instead he grabs the other ladder and sets it in between the top two ropes, head first. He waits for Hunter to rise, and when he does, Jake pushes it directly into Hunter's face. The audience cringes as Jake lets the ladder slide out of the ring, and then begins to climb the ladder. He makes it to the top steps...but then feels a pair of hands grab his leg and pull him down, and when he hits the ground, an infuriated Hunter instantly begins to wildly strike him. Jake pushes him back and attempts to rise, but Hunter charges in and instantly nails the Dynamite DDT onto Jake before posing heroically, amidst a few cheers from the crowd (300 references, it would seem, win over any crowd).
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:52:04 GMT -5
Hunter grabs the nearby ladder and sets it up, and then begins to slowly climb it. He hears a stirring below him, and sees that Jake is climbing up the other side. He quickens up his pace, and reaches the top, but sees that Jake is nearing it too. And so he does what any other suicidal wrestler would do: he pushes the ladder with all of his force and jumps back, landing a bit awkwardly on his legs, but at the same time causing Jake to fall onto his back, with the ladder falling on top of him. Hunter rolls out of the ring and grabs the ladder that was previously used on his face, and then rolls back in and sets it up on the top ropes in the corner. He then walks over to Jake and lifts him up, and then promptly whips him into the ladder before charging after him. Jake, clever as he is, drops down to the ground and rolls out of the ring, causing a "weak-of-control" Hunter to crash face first into the ladder. Jake grabs the ladder as it falls to the ground, and then rolls back into the ring and sets it up. A somewhat recovered Hunter watches Jake begin to climb the ladder, and then groans.
Hunter: STOP WITH THE FUCKING CLIMBING, GOD!
Desperate, Hunter grabs the other ladder and looks up at Jake, who is only a few steps up. Seeing that he has enough time to screw around, Hunter sets the ladder up on the top rope, and then puts the other end on a step of Jake's ladder that Jake has already passed, effectively forming a bridge. Hunter then hops onto the bridge, takes a running start, and throws his leg forward to kick the ladder directly from underneath Jake. Jake flies down to the mat and curses Hunter yet again for his interfering, but soon recovers and runs at Hunter, nailing him with a sudden jumping spinning leg lariat. Hunter slowly recovers, but Jake instantly nails him with the Flash Kick, and then follows this up with an attempted Second Heartbeat; Hunter, alas is able to duck the kick, lift Jake up, and nail him with the Jew Driver, amidst many cheers of "Jew! Jew! Jew!" from the audience. Hunter merely rolls his eyes before taking a quick breath.
This breath is short-lived, it would seem, as Jake instantly rises up, grabs Hunter from behind, and nails the Guillotine. Jake then grabs one of the ladders and puts it on top of Hunter, and then jumps onto the top turnbuckle and moonsaults off...only to crash into a ladder, period. Hunter is standing off to the side merely chuckling, but soon lifts Jake up into the Volcano Driver...only to have Jake do a back flip off of his shoulder, briefly smile at him, and nail him with the Jakie Drop. Not wanting to risk Hunter's interference, Jake proceeds to kick him out of the ring. Hunter lays motionless on the ground outside the ring, and Jake takes a quick breath before lifting up one of the ladders and setting it up below the title belt. He slowly climbs it, but looks forward to see Hunter stirring. He tries to quicken up his ascent, but Hunter is just a wee bit quicker, as he gets onto the apron, leaps onto the top rope, and finally jumps off, landing perfectly on the middle of the ladder. He runs up its length just as Jake does, and the two men jump for the title at the same time, grabbing it together...and pulling it down together, hitting the ground at almost the exact same moment.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been declared a DRAW! And the referee has informed me that because of this, Jake Cheng retains ownership of the physical ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship!
No music hits, but Jake is able to pull his title away from Hunter with a wide grin on his face. Hunter looks frustrated, but eventually his looks becomes one of relatively high nonchalance, and he merely rolls out of the ring and heads backstage. Jake is clearly annoyed by his inability to annoy Hunter...but then again, maybe Hunter just doesn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing how annoyed he truly is. Either way, a few minutes after he disappears behind the curtain, Jake throws his title over his shoulder and heads off as well.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:52:55 GMT -5
Segment: Jonny you got some esplainin’ to do. (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene opens up to show ACW announcer Kevin Anderson standing in front of a generic brick wall.
Kevin Anderson: Ladies and Gentlemen at this time I would like to introduce Jonny Spade.
Jonny walks out into the screen to cheers from those in attendance.
Kevin: Jonny first off I would like to ask you... How are you feeling? Last week you suffered quite a fall landing outside the ring after you were pushed by Ross Lambert who was pushed by Ricky Falcon.
Jonny smiles as the question is being asked to him and then starts to talk once he’s given his cue too.
Jonny: Well…I’ve had better days. I had received a concussion from that fall a--
Kevin: How you feeling now?
Jonny: Can’t complain. Luckily for me though I got the night off tonight to just make sure everything is a-ok.
Kevin: Now I am sure everyone out there wants to know….Why did you interrupt Ricky Falcon’s bash that he was having last night?
Jonny: …
Jonny looks on at Kevin with a blank face.
Kevin: Jonny?
Jonny: Are you serious?
Kevin: Y-Y-No?
Jonny: I can't believe people can be so dense these days.
He sighs briefly.
Jonny (with more angry voice): I interrupted the party for one reason and one reason only. Ricky is getting to cocky. He thinks he is on top of the world and he will have everything handed to him. Now he’s going around claiming that he had beaten me in 2 different matches when common knowledge should be known that he hasn’t been able to pin me legit. So now I am issuing a challenge towards Ricky Falcon. 1 on 1. I’ll let him decide when he wants to face me if he thinks that he is better than me. That’s it.
Jonny looks at Kevin who looks a little scared and then Jonny turns and walks away as the scene ends.
End Scene.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:53:21 GMT -5
Segment: Getting back in the saddle (Credit: Stark/AK)
The grey-white walls of the backstage corridors of ACW’s arena are now so familiar that both roster members and fans probably see them occasionally in their sleep. And yet the way in which any one person perceives them from day to day can differ wildly. Sometimes they’re inviting, sometimes coldly impersonal. Tonight, though, the person passing along the hallway in the shot as it opens barely notices them at all. She has other things on her mind.
The last time she was here, Alicia Laureano was taking a step into the unknown, and a threatening unknown at that. This time, however, she has a much clearer intention in mind, a single purpose. And all she wants is an answer to her one question.
She reaches the door and knocks without hesitation, tapping her fingers against her thigh as she waits for a response.
A sigh emanates from behind the door in question. He really can't be bothered to be answering his door to every vagabond and solicitor that comes knocking, but as always he moves to the door and opens it a few inches. Enough for his head to peer out of the space between it and the doorjam, anyway. His passive, vaguely irritated by having to leave the comfortable couch upon which he was lounging disappearing within half a second into a slightly bemused smile.
Stark: I wish I could say this was a surprise, Mrs. Laureano. To what do I owe the pleasure? I certainly hope that you aren't concealing a lead pipe or a candlestick or this may rapidly become a game of Clue.
Alicia smiles a fraction, and scratches her head.
Alicia: Nothing so brazen, I assure you. I never did understand why they changed the title in the states… then again, the abstract use of language does go over most people’s heads.
She shrugs, and brings things back to the area she wants to focus on.
Alicia: I have a request to make, if you’ll hear me out.
Another sigh, he making a show of it and opening the door wide. He wears his typical subdued business-casual attire that he seems fond of between matches. He steps back to allow her into his dressing room once again, standing to one side and crossing his arms.
Stark: I'd of thought that you were more than content in your misery after losing the game we played last month.
Prickles of irritation run up and down along Alicia’s spine. In a different situation she’d have rolled her eyes, but instead she just looks at Starkweather with a neutral gaze.
Alicia: I tend toward the view that one learns far more from defeat than victory.
She looks around the room again; it really is a very pleasant space, well cared for.
Alicia: And call me crazy if you will, since you’re probably more qualified to do so than most, but during the period in our last encounter before things went pear-shaped, I found myself having quite a good time out there. So…
A momentary pause.
Alicia: The thing is, due to my actions, we never really had a chance to take things to their natural conclusion, which I am really quite sorry for. Therefore, I would like to ask you for a rematch at Heatwave.
That definitely piques the good doctor's interest, he crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head just a little. A rematch, hm?... Maybe there's a little more to this game then he initially hoped.
Stark: Rematch, hm? That would require there to be a decisive victor, with no interference, no disqualifications, and more than likely some rather inventive manner in which you'd like me to meet my demise.
Alicia smiles a little, and pauses to consider this.
Alicia: You make me sound like the Hooded Claw… which is better than being Penelope Pitstop any day of the week in my book. Hmmm….
Inspiration arrives with fortuitous speed.
Alicia: Well, between you, me, and the alphabetically arranged CD collection over there, I’ve always had a foolish ambition to be in one of the classic match types. I believe it’s called Hell in a Cell.
The crowd in the arena automatically whoops and yells at those four little words.
...He could have sworn she just made a Wacky Racers reference, but that is disregarded at the moment as she makes her proposal.
Stark: My dearest Alicia, that is not a classical match type. Cage matches are classical. Strap matches are as well, a Hell in a Cell match is a remarkably new invention of man's destruction. But since you have your heart set on it, I'll oblige.
He allows a light smirk to creep over the steady, faint smile that always seems to be on his face in such a situation.
Stark: And please don't go complaining to anyone in earshot when I reduce your lifespan by several years either. It's very unbecoming.
She prickles again, but this time it’s a mix of annoyance and amusement, and a hint of a smirk flutters momentarily across her face, mirroring his. She chooses discretion; after all, there seems little point to her in mentioning that her suggestion stems from a completist’s urge. Cage, Elimination Chamber, Asylum, and the Kingmaker itself, the Little Shop of Horrors… some of her greatest triumphs have been won within four or more walls.
She simply nods; she knows she will have a massive hill to climb to properly prepare herself for all that Starkweather is capable of, but she has at least set one foundation stone which the doctor cannot undermine, and it gives her the courage to be just a little daring.
Alicia: Very well. Thankyou as always for the advice, though I confess that I find it a little strange to be given it by a man of such comprehensive smugness. Not the most becoming of traits either.
Starkweather allows a nonchalant little shrug to escape him at the accusation.
Stark: I've never made any effort to make friends, unlike some people in this room. People gravitate toward me when they have similar goals and means, I do not make any effort to be a good locker room leader. It must be terribly hassling sometimes to feel a need to make everyone happy all the time, don't you think so?
He allows the implication to hang in the air for a moment or two before shrugging and continuing with his thought.
Stark: Smugness aside, I think that you will find that a Cell match may be a blessing and a curse. There will be no disqualifications, but... You won't be able to escape me. But since it was you who issued the challenge, I will be happy to accept.
Alicia acknowledges this with another nod.
Alicia: In which case, I’ll drop by Ginger’s office and ask him to start getting the necessary paperwork done.
She senses that the conversation has reached a logical end and has no intention of outstaying her welcome. But as she turns to leave, she shakes her head a little, and looks at Starkweather once more.
Alicia: You are an extraordinary man, doctor. You choose every word, every expression, every gesture with the utmost care… you understand most people better than they understand themselves. You could do so much good in this world… but of course that would be a hassle, as you put it, so why bother?
She shrugs.
Alicia: Your logic is flawless and entirely understandable, Mr. Starkweather. But truthfully, it’s not something I can fully relate to. I’ve never, EVER, found it tiresome or a chore to treat people with kindness or dignity, it is just the way I was raised, the way I am. I make about as much “effort” to be a locker room leader as you do.
Alicia falls silent. She knows that she won’t change Starkweather’s stance one iota, but neither is she in the least ashamed to state her own philosophy in response to his. Perhaps it is not what is said, but the honesty of what is expressed which is fundamental.
An inward sigh is the only response to her question for a moment, the rest of her diatribe something of an indication of her exasperated stance in relation to his actions and words.
Stark: You cannot understand why it is that I do what I do. My reasons are my own, and I doubt very highly that you care about the ends as much as the means, where my opinion is that the ends ALWAYS justify the means, no matter what they may be. You will discover that in time.
Alicia: No doubt.
She can think of nothing else of value to say, and so she simply turns and leaves as she has done before, leaving the doctor to return to whatever it was he was doing before she entered. Her appraisal of the situation has confirmed what she suspected; Starkweather’s general ennui has left him just interested enough in a second round for her to secure his attention. Now the onus is on her to expose and deal with her own flaws before Starkweather gets a further chance to exploit them.
He closes the door... Once again... Sigh... And gets back to his relaxing before he gets down to his pre-match preparations. Such a naive thing, this one, she keeps right on hoping that there's good in everything and everyone. He'll make sure that she realizes every silver lining has a cloud before it's all said and done.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:54:01 GMT -5
Journey to the East part IV. 2:13pm
If you were to see Tano, it would be almost like looking at a life-sized museum exhibit. The remains of a wooden gate still stand at the entrance, doors which have long since been removed. The wood is rotting, but it gives the entire surrounding an antique quality which is both beautiful and saddening at the same time. The remains of a time gone by echo their physical cries on the shattered wood and eroding rocks. As I walk through the village, it’s almost as if I had stepped into the set of a historical film. A small stream passes through the middle of the village, leading into a lake. Women are off into the distance, washing clothes in the stream as if there were no such thing as a washer and dryer. My parents moved here when both my sister and I had left our home. The like their secluded life in the country, away from the modern claws of Japan. Each house was still the original home our ancestors once lived in.
My mother’s home was in the middle of the village, which was completed by a beautiful rock garden. She lived in the home believed to be the village elder’s home centuries ago; a tale my mother prided to believe in. I walked to her house in my kimono, smiled and bowing to people I meet on my way. Many of them looked at me as an outsider, but welcomed me just the same as I passed. Most of them wouldn’t recognize me due to my absence from visiting my parents. I knock twice on the door, but my mother appears from a corner of the house with a tobacco pipe still hanging from her mouth, just the way I left her. She looks me up and down and folder her arms over her chest.
Mother: I knew it was you the moment you stepped onto the grounds.
Rena: So nice to see you, mother.
Both of these comments were cold, but that was the world my mother and I lived in. We had separate lives that we just didn’t understand in one another. She looked me up and down once more, looked at my baggage and laughed.
Mother: Coming for a sleep over?
Rena: No. I stayed in a hotel last night.
She gave me a look that questioned if I was too good for her now, but I knew inside she really didn’t care where I stayed. The last thing I expected from her was a warm welcome and a bed to sleep in. She ushered me inside, waving to a woman with a wooden basket filled with wet clothes. It seemed she had an image to protect, and being a bitch to me in public was an embarrassment. We’d have to continue to coldness inside the home.
[fade]
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:56:10 GMT -5
Segment: No Privacy around here (Credit: BK)
This scene opens with one of the more abstract visuals of the night, as we can't really see what's going on - but we can bright green and pink colors along with hearing the melodic tunes of someone singing.
BEEAAAAAUTIFUL GIRL
THAT'S WHY IT'LL NEVER WORK
YOU HAVE ME SUICIDAL
SUICIDAL
WHEN YOU SAY ITS OOOOOVER!
The camerashot pulls out and we see the that the pink and bright green colors is a shower curtain, which makes tons of sense now. Moments later, Kevin Anderson reluctantly walks into the shot before looking back at the stage manager.
Kevin: Steve, do I really have to do this?
We can only assume he is nodding.
Kevin: *sigh* Fine!
??: Who's that?!
Kevin: BK London, we're here for an interview.
BK: .....
Kevin: BK?
BK: Don't you see that I'm in the shower?
Kevin: Yes, I do, but the stage manager says this is the only opportune time to get your thoughts on your big match tonight with Yoko Satoshi and Thunderkiss.
BK: Couldn't we do this another time Kevin?
Kevin looks back at the stage manager, and it is implied that he is shaking his head in disapproval.
Kevin: Apparently not.
BK: Well couldn't we get Charlotte for this or something?
Keivn: She's busy.
BK: ....fine.
BK pulls back the shower curtain only a bit and peeks his head out. The fans at home and in the arena get a little chuckle out of BK's rubber ducky shower cap, especially since he has no hair.
BK: ..what?
Kevin: Well, uhh...nice hat there?
BK: What?! You never seen someone in a rubber ducky shower cap before? Huh? What are you implying?! huh...HUH?! Ask your damn question..
Kevin: Right right, well, before we get to your thoughts on your match later in the evening, earlier tonight you vowed to get even with Thunderkiss, the question, or questions even, are: When? Where? and How?
BK: Not telling, not telling and not telling. You see, Thunderkiss could possibly be watching right now. Hell, I'm naked wearing a rubber ducky showercap - the sick fuck is probably watching right now. I'm not going to give up my plans on international television, that would be a dumb move on my part. You sure are full of it with these questions lately arent ya?
Kevin: You know, I don't have to take this from a man in a rubber ducky shower cap.
BK: You have and you will continue to do so, now next question.
Kevin: Ugh, what are your thoughts on your contest with Yoko Satoshi tonight?
BK: You know, last week when I walked into Yoko, I can honestly say I didn't see the same girl I stared from across the ring at Genocide 2005 when she took my first title reign away from me. I didn't see the same girl who had that hunger to fight hard, hunger to be undefeated, hunger to be the absolute best. What I saw, was a scared traumatic girl in one of the worst hats I've ever seen...
Kevin snickers off camera.
BK: SHADDUP! ...anyway...ever since she split from Sarin she's be a shadow of her former self. And while I could just use that to my advantage to win the match, I'm in it more for the challenge. There was a reason I signed for this match, I signed for it to beat Yoko on the top of her game like I did in the last match she was pinned in two years ago. But nonetheless, I will do what I have to do in the ring, whether she's in the right state of mind or not. Now can I finish by shower please?
Kevin: Yeah yeah, finish it.
BK: Imbecile.
BK returns to showering, keeping the singing to a minimum and Kevin looks to make his exit when he passes the sink. He looks at the sink, then looks back at the shower, then looks at the sink one more time and turns the fauce, releasing the water.
BK(high pitched scream): AAAAAAAH COOOOLD! AAAAAHHHH HOT! AAAAAAAH!
BK slips on the soap in the shower as the scene fades out with Kevin chuckling.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:57:06 GMT -5
Journey to the East part V. 2:35pm
I had not kneeled on a cushion at a table for such a long time that my legs had died and my knees were killing me only after a few moment. My mother brewed tea, and poured the liquid into the cup gently. I waited for her to take the first sip, wondering if she had poisoned it. It was a ridiculous thought, but I never really trusted my mother- especially after my father passed. I looked over and saw my father’s tablet in between two incense sticks. She lit them, a sign to me that he was here with us right now. She grabbed from underneath the table and threw magazines on the table. They were all of me on the cover in a very sexy or elegant pose. My mother didn’t care, she only sneered at me with disgust.
Mother: Is this the life you love?
Rena: Where’d you get those?
Mother: You don’t think I travel? I’ve been to Tokyo many times and saw you on the front cover. I clenched my teeth and thanked the gods no one knew what an embarrassment my daughter has become.
Rena: I am not a-
Mother: A whore? Please, I would never say that. You would get far too much satisfaction from that, wouldn’t you?
Rena: Stop it.
Mother: Parading your body for everyone to see! The kimono you’re wearing makes me laugh considering the lack of clothing you wear here.
She’s pointing at the sports illustrated. I’m on the cover with Renix and Alicia in bikinis. She shakes her head and looks over at the tablets.
Mother: This is what killed your father.
Rena: He died of a heart attack.
Mother: He died of a broken heart! You left, and soon after Misono left.
Misono, my sister, left not long after I did. That’s another story. I only looked down into my cup and wished it had poison in it. I’d rather die than listen to my mother carry on. And the bus wouldn’t be back for another forty-five minutes. She sighed, and looked into her own cup.
Rena: Mother, I-
Mother: I always thought that you were as strong as a rock…But it seems the waves of the West have eroded you.
Rena: I’m not eroded. I’ve evolved-
Mother: Into this?
She throws the magazines off the table, tears now in her eyes. It was the look she gave me the moment she found out I had decided to move to America.
Mother: You love this? You love America!?
Rena: I do, yes.
Mother: And your American husband!
Rena: WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!
My mother curls back at this. I’ve never spoken to her like this in my life. Usually she would have struck me, but I’m certain that she was unsure of what would be coming back for her. She only held her hand to her chest and closed her eyes.
Mother: I think it was best you leave this place. This is no longer your home.
Rena: And I am no longer your daughter?
Mother: The minute I watched you on that plane, you stopped being my daughter.
I stood up. It was less dramatic than it sounded in my head, but it was all I needed to hear. I bowed, treating her as if she were some woman who I had a small chat with. She lowered her eyes into her cup, but I only smiled and left the home. After a few paces, my mother emerged from her house with a slip of paper. She slipped it into the obi tied around my kimono and then moved elegantly towards another home. I did not look at it until I was out of the village and sitting on my suitcase waiting for the bus.
You will find Misono in Kyoto. She is in okiya called tatsyui.
It was short, but all I expected from her. I folded it and put it into the sleeve of my kimono, looking up and finding the bus winding down the road. I stand up an ready myself for the trip to Kyoto.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:57:24 GMT -5
Segment: A Stable Birthday? (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, Steve Phillips, Anthony Kalb, Kevin Fitsharris, and Will Anger are all seen in a mostly empty room in the ACW Arena. The walls have "Happy Birthday" signs adorning them, and a table in the middle of the room has cake and refreshments, including punch, which Anger is helping himself to at the moment.
The Senator: Will! Get out of that!
Anger: Hey, I came here 'cause you guys said there was food!
Kalb: Idiot.
Senator: Who invited you, anyway? I hardly recall doing so myself.
Fitsharris: Didn't do it...
Kalb: And the last thing I want is another moron following me around back here!
Anger: Uh...
Senator: Yeah, it was FSX...ok, then, Mr. Kalb, you have the cake, angel food with vanilla frosting, check?
Kalb: Check.
Senator: Mr. Fitsharris, you got the punch, I see, and I trust that you did NOT spike it, right?
Fitsharris: Right...er...kinda...
Senator: You better not have, or I will have your head!
Kalb: Well...maybe it's not spiked yet...
Senator: And it had better stay that way. Kalb, you got the cheese, crackers, and dip?
Kalb: Check, check, and friggin check.
Senator: And will you get Will out of here? I don't want him making a scene.
Kalb: CHECK. Ok, come on, Will, I know that Dwight's got Franchi$e hanging around...let's go have some fun, eh?
Anger: Yeah, stomping time!
The two leave the room, Will Anger punching his hand in anticipation of a one sided beatdown, while Kalb merely shakes his head on the way out, while Fitsharris approaches Phillips with a question.
Fitsharris: So then, why ARE we giving Sarin a regular Stable birthday celebration? I thought she was just hanging around Snake's...snake...
Senator: I shall ignore that crass entrende, and answer your general question. Sarin, whether you like her or not...
Fitsharris: Hey, she's hot, not as hot as Mina...well...um...I'm not going to get myself in trouble here! And that's what Sarin is!
Senator: Trouble seems to follow many of us around, if you want the truth. And that is hardly a reason not to include someone in our group, is it? Hunter might not trust her, but he is rather peeved with Snake anyway. Sarin has not proven herself to be unworthy of our trust, and our law does say that you are innocent before proven guilty, a sentiment that I find to be noble in any situation. Besides, I am paying for the food and the room as it is, why complain?
Fitsharris: Well, I suppose I don't really care, so long as Yokoberg doesn't kill me and blow up your office or nothing like that...
Senator: Trust me, that will not occur.
Fitsharris: But I don't think Hunter and some of the others will be too pleased...
Senator: Part of being a leader is making decisions that many of the people will disagree with, and sticking by them. I stand by my decision here, and if anyone has a word for me, I dare them to turn down free food, and good times! Sarin is a fine indiviudal, a truly exceptional wrestler, and I think Snake could do far worse than her. No matter what, we are a family, a dysfunctional one, but we are as close to being a family as you can be around here, and I intend to treat every one of you the same way. Now, I want you to call everyone before they get out of here, and get them here for a post show party...and once again, if you spike the punch, I shall kill you dead, and you can count on that being nothing...but the truth!
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:58:15 GMT -5
Match 3: Alicia Kitsune vs Rena – Garbage Truck Match (Credit: AK)
It’s déjà vu of a welcome kind tonight, and the crowd is eagerly awaiting the next matchup as Philip enters the ring. The forthcoming contest certainly ranks as one of the more eclectic selections for the card, but this does little to dampen the enthusiasm of the fans as Philip begins to speak.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is a rematch from Winter Discontent 2005, and it is a Garbage Truck Match!
The Alphatron displays a shot of the outside of the arena, where a large, open-topped truck is parked. A temporary scaffold has been erected next to it so that there is a narrow platform positioned level with the lip of the vehicle’s cargo area.
Philip: The rules of this match are simple; the contest begins in the ring and ends only when one of the competitors ends up in the less-than-salubrious surroundings of a fresh load of garbage.
The crowd pops, relishing the thought of some roaming wrestling to spice up the already heated evening further; the cheers build as the opening riff of “I’m a Bomb” is heard and Philip segues effortlessly into the introductions.
Philip: Introducing first, from London, England… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
AK pushes her way through the curtains purposefully, and strides down the ramp; she weaves around a little to greet some of the crowd pressuring the barriers before sliding into the ring and working the corners like a true pro. It may not be the most dignified of contests, but she’s not afraid to get down and dirty when the occasion demands it, and the fans respond with yells of excitement.
Philip: And her opponent, from New York City…. The Supreme Diva, Rena Matheson!
”Lighters Up” by Lil Kim sets the crowd off once more; every set of eyes in the arena is on the entranceway as Rena breezes through it. She walks the metal rampway like no one else, and while the crowd is divided between her adoring disciples and those who jeer her sometimes unsavoury approach, she nevertheless commands the attention of everyone around her.
Once Rena has entered the ring and circled it in time-honored fashion, Philip exits, and there’s another mini-pop for ACW stalwart and head referee Raymond Allen Fleming; having officiated over the original match, he’s therefore required to fulfil that role for the sequel. Not that he looks all that thrilled at the prospect; he can be seen addressing the two women with a stern expression, though his words cannot be discerned.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Hmm…. RAF looks a bit out of sorts, eh Max?
Maxwell McNally: I think we all know that Fleming was left nonplussed by the original match at the Tokyo Dome, Eddie. After all, that particular episode featured our Chairman discovered in a compromising position, spanking, an unscheduled stop in the men’s shower rooms, and what can only be described as girl-on-girl action of the kind which was formerly the sole preserve of Flower Power.
Edison (under breath); Damn, I knew I should have got the DVD out and “researched” this one… (loudly)Uhh, I mean, I’m sure nothing like that will happen tonight. The ladies are older and wiser now…
McNally: I wouldn’t let Rena hear you use the word “older” in connection with her, Eddie – ah, it looks like we’re ready to start. Here’s the bell, folks!
And indeed it is. Bell Rings.
The match begins with a bit of circling. Rena and AK have faced off several times, and each knows that the other will punish any rash or poorly thought-out offense; but the prelude is short and sweet, and AK is the first to move forward, making a sudden dash forward and trying to knock Rena down. Rena ducks, and AK carries on to the ropes, building speed; she comes back rapidly, and Rena tries to convert her motion into a tilt-a-whirl slam. Instead of being thrown, AK manages to control the spin so that she drops back down on to her feet, creating a grapple situation; the crowd pops for the neat exchange as the pair try to out-muscle one another.
McNally: Think what you will of the premise, but there’s no doubt that this is going to be a bona-fide wrestling match.
Edison: Great opening from the ladies, now let’s see who picks up the ball and runs with it.
AK manages to get better traction and steer Rena backward into the corner; she maintains the hold and uses a series of knees to the gut to whittle away at her foe. Rena gasps, and AK attempts to showboat a bit with a guillotine kick – but Rena anticipates it, drops and rolls forward beneath AK to escape. AK lands facing away from Rena, and the supreme diva runs forward and jumps up on to AK’s back, smacking her around the head with one forearm whilst slipping the other around AK’s neck. AK’s used to handing out these sorts of tactics, not fending them off, and the fans get noisy as Rena demonstrates some classic diva heel aggression by pulling viciously at AK’s hair. AK shrieks in pain, but derives enough of an adrenaline boost from her anger to reach around and throw Rena forward; Rena hangs on and counters, following through to flip AK in turn.
McNally: Rena’s showing us her mettle tonight, that’s for sure.
Edison: ….wha? Showing us what? Where, where?
McNally: No, Eddie, her mettle. I swear sometimes your mind is loitering in the gutter a little too often…
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:58:32 GMT -5
Since a pinfall is useless in this match, Rena nips back to her feet and instead stomps her opponent a few times until AK rolls over. AK grimaces slightly, and Rena raises her arms to the fans cockily – but is immediately repaid as AK slips behind her and pivots on one foot to perform a German suplex and dump Rena next to the ropes. AK jumps up, and Rena instinctively rolls to the outside – but this time it’s AK who correctly guesses Rena’s action, and as Rena exits, AK backs up. She comes storming forward at high speed and drops into a baseball slide; Rena stands up just in time to get kicked in the chest, and both ladies end up on the floor in front of the announce desk.
Edison: Uh oh, now I’m getting déjà vu of another kind…
McNally: Me too – Gee, I really should check if this counts as an occupational hazard on my health insurance.
Fortunately for ACW’s long suffering announce team, they’re not in the firing line tonight; as AK gets up, she pulls Rena up by the head and decides to start moving toward their intended destination. She spots a promising aisle between the rows of seating, and drags Rena over to the corner before tossing her over the barriers. Crowd control officials are quickly in place, and succeed in maintaining a small but crucial safe distance between the fans and the action.
AK hops over the barrier, and immediately has to contend with Rena who is intent on re-establishing control of the match. Forearm blows and elbow strikes are traded in serious quantities as the two ladies fight their way away from the ring, and then along one of the main pathways between the back of the stalls and the start of the tiered seating. Everyone who thought they’d been lumbered with rubbish floor seats on this side suddenly has an instantaneous change of heart; Rena sends the fans wild with a nasty-looking Bulldog, and AK has to adopt a defensive stance as Rena lights into her with a flurry of kicks. Rena’s ability to combine true diva style with a serious competitive skillset is electrifying to witness, and the fans yell as Rena pulls off her hurricanrana by leaping from the top of one of the protective rails, causing both women to go rolling into its twin opposite. In the melee, RAF spots a near-breach in the crowd control, and is temporarily drawn away from the fight to bawl at the security staff.
Edison: A sweet delivery from Rena, and the fans are loving every second of this.
McNally: A fine effort indeed, but Atomic won’t just lie there and put up with it; I think they’re about to head into the back, and that’s where mistakes are really going to start counting.
A mobile camera picks up the action with perfect timing to see Rena move backward through a pair of fire doors. The ladies have emerged at one end of the public concourse; to their left are the doors into the backstage, to the right a long corridor with concession stands and other essentials for the visiting public. As might be expected, the immediate area is deserted, which gives AK and Rena all the room they need to continue their battle. Ever the expert at adapting to her situation, Rena decides to take advantage of the match theme and grabs a trash can from next to the wall; she dumps the contents and uses it to block AK from getting close enough to strike her effectively. Thwarted, AK grasps the sides and firms her stance; Rena tries to pull it away, and AK lets her commit fully to it before abruptly letting go. Rena topples over on to her back, and AK gives the crowd a mark-out moment by hitting a front-flip double leg drop on to the can, flattening it and making Rena yell in surprise.
As Rena gasps for air, AK rolls off of her; Rena rolls the other way, and looking for a way to grab a few seconds’ rest bolts for the door which she sees out of the corner of her eye. AK is right on her tail, carrying the flat can with her; the door swings back, and the camera hesitates – the symbol on the door is clearly that of one of the male rest rooms.
AK (off camera): Well, well, this is a surprise.
Rena (off camera): Just taking a little time out were we, gentlemen? Muffled mumbling.
Rena (off camera, louder): Oohhh, I get it, this is what you guys call a piss break match…. HOW FUCKING RUDE IS THAT?!
AK (off camera): Now, now, love, I’m sure these lads didn’t want to miss our match. Did you?
More mumbling, distinctly nervous.
Rena: Awwwww, hon, you should have said that in the first place. Come here, I have something special just for you…
There follows a kind of vaguely leery sound from within, which is abruptly cut of by a loud-
*SPANG!*
Male voice: OW!
*SPANG!!*
Male voices: OW, OW!! Why, you-
*WHACK!!!*
The door to the rest room flies open, and three youngish men tumble out, the wrecked bin being chucked out in their wake; they hit the floor running and leg it away as the two ladies come out. The crowd pops, and Rena blows them a kiss, making more than a few loins spontaneously combust.
Rena: Damn, these young bucks have no stamina at all.
AK: You break nearly all your toys that way, I bet.
Gruff grumbling of a different kind announces the return of RAF, who has fortunately missed the previous “fan interaction”. Rena just laughs, and graciously holds the door open.
Rena: Rolling restart?
AK: You know it.
AK is already accelerating; she flashes a smile at the camera as she bolts past it into the true backstage, and Rena flies after her.
The next five to six minutes take the fans on a whirlwind tour of the ACW hallways. Those few crewmembers not alert to the distinctive sounds of a mobile match have to dive for cover as the mini-maelstrom sweeps past; highlights include a wonderful moonsault double foot stomp from Rena off of some conveniently placed packing cases, and AK manages to corner Rena in turn long enough to hit her Liger Kick. RAF manages to steer the pair of them steadily toward the exterior, so that the crowd’s excitement is peaking just as they emerge out into the parking lot close to the waiting truck.
McNally: This is the business end of the match, who will come out on top?
Edison: And who will end up at the bottom?
Now both women open up with all they have; AK’s hits do more damage, but Rena’s evasiveness causes AK to miss more than she lands. AK begins to tire, and Rena scores with a mighty Chick Kick; with AK dazed, she moves to ascend the scaffold, intending to take the high ground first.
Rena climbs quickly, hair blowing prettily in the wind, and gets herself to the top without incident. She moves to the centre of the platform and listens; it’s quiet, so she moves close to the edge, peering cautiously over the side.
Nothing. In fact, AK is nowhere to be seen. Rena looks all around her, but all she can see RAF, looking back up at her. Confused, Rena starts to get annoyed, and the fans are just as stumped – until the angle of the shot changes.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 15:59:27 GMT -5
AK has slipped inside the scaffold structure; she climbs slowly and stealthily, and as she gets close to the top she listens to Rena’s feet on the creaking boards above. As Rena moves in one direction, AK moves in the other; the crowd hangs on the edge of its seats, waiting to see who will be caught out…
As Rena stamps her foot in frustration, AK takes that as her cue, and slips out through a gap in the scaffold, hopping nimbly over the top. We get a close up view from a camera mounted on the side of the truck, and Rena shrieks in surprise as AK charges her; she puts up a spirited defence, and AK almost gets toppled by her own eager strikes – but her ability to balance is among the best in the business, and it’s Rena who finally makes the critical mistake. Going for a KO kick to the head, she misses, and AK uses a spectacular Gamengiri kick to propel Rena backward and down. The sound of cursing makes the metal truck ring as the fans cheer loudly.
Philip: Here is your winner… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
AK picks herself up and smoothes herself down. She has a couple of splinters to remove from landing on the rough wood, but nothing serious; as she catches her breath, she is joined up top by RAF, who peers into the musty truck to ascertain that Rena is unharmed. Alicia joins him.
Alicia: Hmm… I make that 2-0 to me. Nice.
RAF frowns.
RAF: Hmph. Hardly a record I’d be proud of. I mean, I can see the need for variety, but this… this is just crude eye-candy. It’s not real sport… It’s mad. Madness…
RAF continues to grumble. AK looks at RAF, then the truck, then the camera.
RAF.
The Truck.
The Camera.
She takes a step back, raises her foot… then puts it down again.
AK: Nah, even I’m not that much of a walking cliché.
She turns away, about to descend, when she sees someone running up to the truck. It looks like ACW’s resident savant, Gary.
Gary: Hey!! OLYMPIA just beat some kid’s team of Ubers on Battle Revolution using one level 100 Seaking!
AK: You WHAT? Hold on, this I’ve got to see!
She jumps over the edge of the scaffold, twisting her wrist around the top and landing her feet on the scaffold bars with a heavy thud. The vibration makes RAF wobble; he flails for a second, and then flops into the trash. AK hears it just as she’s getting back to the ground…
RAF: …………….KIT-SUUUUUNE!!!!!!
AK bites her lip.
AK: Errrrrr…. Oops. Well, what comes around, goes around, I suppose…
She scoots inside as fast as her feet will carry her, and the shot fades to a break.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:00:01 GMT -5
Segment: “Indecent Proposal” Credit: T-Kiss
[Sometimes one can be so fascinated with something that they’ll do anything they can to get more of it. And in some cases, its not a matter of “what” someone is fascinated in but rather “who”. Its been a half a week since he last laid his eyes on Anna Sommers, but her image was still burnt into his mind as if hell itself branded it there with an iron of sin. Instead of going out with his friends, Thunderkiss has spent the last few days alone, looking at the clock .. counting every second down. All weekend he waited, waited for this very moment when he could approach the Chairman of ACW and ask him to make her his own. As soon as he was made aware that Gingerdude was in the building, TK sprinted over to his office and skipped right past his secretary to get right down to business. As his door flew open, Chairman Gingerdude shockingly looked up in all the commotion, but that soon left his body as he laid his eyes on Thunderkiss, remembering with him that this was all status quo, all part of the act. Though the ratings and the cash flow made him a glad man he went after Thunderkiss last Fall, someday’s he regretted it. Today would be one of those days.]
Chairman Gingerdude: If you’re here on behalf of Mr. White, let me save you some time.. the answer is “go to hell”.
Thunderkiss: I’m afraid not but I’ll give him the message. I’m here to ask you about your new “assistant”, Anna Sommers. We met the other day, and well, I’d say we really hit it off.
Chairman Gingerdude: That’s not what I heard.
Thunderkiss: Oh really....
Chairman Gingerdude: Yes. In fact, I believe her exact words were “do not ever send me back to that dressing room, for my eyes will explode if they have to bear witness to such stupidity again.”
Thunderkiss: Ouch. Ah well, sometimes it takes people time to warm up to others you know? Anyway, Mr. Chairman, I’m here to request that you change Miss Sommers assignment .. Change it so she works EXCLUSIVELY with us. No one else ...
[Before Thunderkiss can finish his last sentence, Gingerdude answers his request quickly and bluntly.]
Chairman Gingerdude: No.
[Thunderkiss does not waver at this first road roadblock but instead becomes more determined in his demand.]
Thunderkiss: Now see, that was just too fast of a “no”. You could have at least pretended to take some time to think about it. It would have been the more polite approach.
Chairman Gingerdude: I’m afraid when it comes to you and your cronies Mr. Thunderkiss, I’ve lost all the politeness I’ve had.
Thunderkiss: Well, that’s fine. Just speak your mind then “boss” if it makes you feel better, I don’t mind at all. But do know one thing, while you’ve lost your politeness, I seem to have found plenty of persistence and I don’t think I’ll be taking no an answer. Catch my drift?
[Gingerdude slams his fist down upon his desk, growing more irradiated by the second. He knows in the back of his mind that Thunderkiss is right, he is a man that will not accept “no” for an answer. He’d have to play his game, or at the very least entertain him, to avoid a much larger headache.]
Chairman Gingerdude: WHY on EARTH would you want her services? You’ve only spent a few minutes with her already ... and look how that turned out. Do you seriously want to deal with that all the time?
Thunderkiss: If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.
[And then, out of nowhere...]
Chairman Gingerdude: 1 million dollars.
[TK’s eyes widen to the size of silver dollars. This offer alone almost makes him choke up on his own spit.]
Thunderkiss: You’ve GOT to be kidding.
Chairman Gingerdude: She may be annoying at times. *pause* Ok, she may be annoying ALL of the time but she is still mine to take care of. Mine to look out for. I think the last thing her poor mother would have wanted would be for the girl to end up in YOUR hands Mr. Kiss. Your reputation with women is far known though out the entire company.
Thunderkiss *laughing*: Yeah, you can say that again!
Chairman Gingerdude: ... I don’t find that particularly humorous, but I’m glad YOU do. 1 Million, no bargaining.
Thunderkiss: Half a million!
Chairman Gingerdude: I said no bargaining.
Thunderkiss *shouting*: G’Dammit! That’s like almost my entire salary ...! I don’t wrestle for free!
Chairman Gingerdude: You do movies, commercials. You’ll make it up.
[Thunderkiss motions to Gingerdude that he needs a moment. The Chairman folds his arms looking impatient as Thunderkiss begins to pace back and forth. The girl had a big mouth, that’s for sure. Be that as it may, Thunderkiss wanted to shut it ... with his own. The worst case scenario is that she would still spurn him, but if that were to happen, she’d still be under obligation to him. Making her life hell would be so very easy. Never in his life had Thunderkiss been so desperate for some tail - EVER. It was so embarrassing he could hardly look at himself in the mirror anymore ... this was a new time low. But Anna, oh that beautiful Anna. Her smell, her soft supple skin ... those curves. That’s it, his decision has been made. She may very well be a bitch, but she will be HIS bitch, so he thinks. With a look that resembles half regret, half enthusiasm, TK turns back to the Chairman...]
Thunderkiss: You have a deal.
[Gingerdude’s eyes open wide, surprised and shocked that Thunderkiss actually agreed to his offer. All along he was highballing TK, expecting him to laugh it off and leave his office, never to bring the matter up again. He made a promise to Anna’s mother, a promise he plans to keep. Lord knows what the implications might be of having TK involved in Anna’s life, but one million dollars is one million dollars. Our beloved Chairman has morals to the highest degree, but lets not forget that above else - he is a business man. He, too, comes to a final decision -]
Chairman Gingerdude: Miss Sommers will report to your dressing room three hours before the next Warfare. I’ll make sure she won’t be late.
Thunderkiss: Excellent.
[Kiss feels as if he is going into shock over how much he just laid down for Anna, but his youthful joy brims to the surface in the form of a subtle grin on his face. As he proceeds to the door, the Chairman directs his attention back to him.]
Chairman Gingerdude: Oh and Thunderkiss....
Thunderkiss: Yeah?
Chairman Gingerdude: You know who to make the check out to ....
[Thunderkiss doesn’t respond and instead slams the Chairman’s office door shut. Gingerdude relaxes back in his chair thinking the same thing right now as TK ... “Did I make the right decision?”]
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:00:27 GMT -5
Segment: Knock knock. Who's there? Interrupting BK. (Credit: Freeman/BK)
The camera fades in, to show Jason Freeman. He is sitting in a chair, in the middle of a hallway. He seems relaxed, and calm. The fans begin to give a mixed reaction, but there are mostly boos. He doesn’t seem to mind. He had been absent a while, and as he said to Senator earlier in the night, he has made some changes in his mindset. He waits for the fans to stop, before he talks.
Freeman: I would like to take this time to address the fans. All of you. Now, as you saw…after losing my International Title, I was affected quite a bit. I went off on a rant on the Senatorial Stable. I lost control. So I took a while to just gather all my thoughts….you know, get my head straight. I think that that was the best thing that could have happened to me. You see, I’ve got a new attitude now…I’m going to be doing things a bit differently.
Freeman leans back in the chair, mostly to show that he’s relaxed and not worried about losing his title anymore.
Freeman: I realize that the stable was probably right to think that I wasn’t really worth much. At the time I wasn’t. Now I am proving myself. You see, Thunderkiss beating me and taking away my title was a good thing. Like I said earlier to Senator, now there are no excuses. I can’t let the belt speak for me anymore. Now, it’s win or lose. That’s what’s going to count. I’ve said this a lot recently, but tonight I have a chance to prove it.
Freeman nods, and the determination in his eyes is obvious. Tonight he has a chance to get some revenge.
Freeman: Tonight I have a rematch against Thunderkiss. This time, there are no disqualifications…and finally, for the first time, I WILL beat Thunderkiss. He has beaten me twice. We have had a draw once. This time, it’s MY turn. He thought he was high and mighty when he won my title. Well, guess what, he already lost it to Senator. Victory for the stable. That’s what I say.
Freeman stands up, he’s ready for his match. Thunderkiss and the Entourage destroyed him last time…but this time, it’s his turn for revenge. He was going to make sure that he defeated Thunderkiss, at any costs.
Freeman: I don’t care what I have to do tonight, TK. Either way, I AM going to win. I am tired of you beating me every time we get in the ring. If we count the tag matches, you’ve beat me around four times. It’s getting tiring, if I say so myself…and I am not going to let it happen again. Let me tell you this one more time, TK, it will NOT happen again. I don’t need a title belt to be a champion.
Freeman’s face shows that he’s ready, and it is possible that determination could help him against Thunderkiss. TK, however, HAS indeed beat him many times. A ladder match, at least two tag matches, and then of course the singles match a few weeks ago.
Freeman: There is one thing that I think you should know TK. While you HAVE managed to beat me many times, you have never…and I emphasize the word never…pinned me cleanly. Not once. So, I think you should know that I am going to be at the top of my game tonight, and you better be as well.
Freeman is just about to walk off camera, until he bumps into BK London - who makes his umpteenth appearances tonight - which gets another pop from the crowd.
BK London: Is there a reason why your cutting a promo in the middle of a hallway?
Freeman: Well do you have any better ideas?
BK London: I'm not going to dignify that question with a response. But anyway, we need to talk - NOW!
Freeman: About what?
BK London: All shall be revealed soon enough.
The pair walk off camera and the segment finally ends.
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Post by BK London on Aug 6, 2007 16:00:56 GMT -5
Segment: Gallantry (Credit: Sarin / Rattlesnake)
Hand in hand, man and woman stroll backstage, with no rhyme or reason to each step. They do not speak. He towers over her, eyes grazing her body. She draws in closer, resting her head on a shoulder. He releases the hold on her hand only to pull her in with a muscled arm.
The hammering in her chest crescendos. The scents of leather, power, and masculinity drift past her nostrils. Her legs buckle; she drops to one knee.
Rattlesnake: Sarin? What's wrong?
Her cheeks flush. She stammers out a response.
Sarin: S-sorry, it's th-the shoes, I'm not u-used to this small size.
He lifts her off the ground, holding her aloft with strong arms. Tenderly he rests her on a bench and struggles to remove her heels. Her chest heaves when the shoes come off.
Rattlesnake: You shouldn't kill yourself for fashion, Sarin, lucrative endorsements be damned.
Sarin: Fashion is pain, darling. And who are you to speak of masochism for monetary gain? You're a professional wrestler.
She chides him, sitting up to jab him in the ribs.
Rattlesnake: Oof! The difference is, Miss Sarin, that my own prodigious skill protects me from gruesome injuries. I doubt you've mastered the art of the twenty-inch stiletto yet.
Sarin: Hmph. That's me outsmarted, then?
She leans in, slender arms outlining his pectorals. He twists his neck, kissing the side of her mouth. She teases him, denying him entrance, till the older man grips her waist and pulls her into his lap.
Their lips meet, legs and tongues intertwined. They break away moments later. She whispers in his ear.
Sarin: Thank you.
He raises an eyebrow.
Rattlesnake: For what?
Sarin: I listened outside the door when I left Senator's office on Thursday. I heard what you told Hunter.
Rattlesnake: Yeah, well, I'm not going to tolerate anyone abusing you, it's--mmmgrphhh.
She silences him with another kiss.
Sarin: That meant the world to me. It was hard enough enduring the scorn of half the locker room...I-I didn't expect it from my new allies as well.
Rattlesnake: I think they got the message. Have you spoken to Yoko at all?
Sarin: I tried calling her cell phone, but she didn't pick up. Truth be told I'm slightly petrified of her.
Rattlesnake: Sarin, there's not a person alive who can hurt you as long as you're with me.
Sarin: Oh, darling!
They embrace, bodies mashing. The gallant man sweeps his lady off her feet, supporting her with strong arms.
Rattlesnake: C'mon. Let's go find you some flip flops to wear.
Heart to heart, man and woman stroll backstage. What will come, will come, and they will have to meet it when it does.
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