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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:38:37 GMT -5
Segment: “The Puncher’s Chance” Credit: T-Kiss Thunderkiss' Training Facility. Tuesday, 11:00 A.M.They say I have two of the largest arms in the world. I won’t disagree. Today, they only have one task to do, and that’s lift. My arms feel as if they are about ready to fall right off my body. Within a few more hours, they wont even feel as if they are there. But with each lift, each repetition, they continue to grow as they are nourished by this activity. This Saturday, they will have another simple task to do, and that’s beat the hell out of BK London and Wyvern. They will become weapons, and in doing so, will be called on to inflict massive damage upon both men - and they are hungry to do so. VERY hungry. [Thunderkiss continues to pound the metal, never ceasing, never relenting. It takes the distraction of his agent, William Charles Wilcox, to finally get him to slow down as he sees him enter the training facility out of the corner of his eye.] I’m sure many say I am too young to be Champion. That I haven’t paid my “dues”. In response, I simply say look at my record. Since day one I have said I wanted it all and I have not wavered in my determination to get it. I am proven. I am ready. I will reach the top. I will be number one. Maybe it will happen at Heatwave, maybe it won’t - but whomever is champion, when they look over there shoulder they will always see me, close behind. I will never give up. I will never stop until I get there, but more importantly, when I DO get there, I will take the prize and run with it like it’s never been run with before. They say that great champions never lose the eye of the tiger when claiming the prize and I agree. In life, I have ZERO ambition to ever be anything less than number one and that’s how I’ll always be.W.C.W.: Are you ready for your sparing partner TK? Thunderkiss: Yes, these regiments wear themselves out pretty quickly Wilcox. I’m getting really bored. They say the truth hurts and in this situation, they are right. Inside ACW, there is no one who can match my power. My peers can out wrestle me and out run me, but when it comes down to sheer brute force, I lead the pack. I can go for weeks or even months without getting the shit kicked out of me, and as a result, my body starts to become soft. That’s why I have Wilcox bring in guys like this lugnut here to spar with me. Its good to be humbled. It’s good to know there is always a bigger fish out there ready to take your head off at any given time. It keeps me vigilant ... keeps me quick.W.C.W.: This guy comes recommended Kiss. Straight from the New York underground fighting circuit. I don’t know though, something about him gives me a bad feeling. Perhaps we should - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: No. Send him in. Oh man, the ugly train travels through this guys DNA, that’s for sure. His head is almost as big as his body ... if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was fighting Barry Bonds here. As he enters the training ring, I can feel the canvas beneath me shake with his every footstep and I don’t know weather to be scared or elated. I guess I’m a little bit of both as he finally comes toe to toe with me. He’s so close his breath burns my face and G’damn, it reeks. Thunderkiss: Man, do you shit out of your mouth?! Abobo: AAAAABOBBBBOOOOOOOOOO SMASH! ~!~CRACK~!~ [Abobo knees TK right in the gut, instantly dropping him to the mat. Thunderkiss rolls out of the way and pulls himself back up to his feet via the ropes.] Wow this guy hits hard. I feel electric shocks all over my body, throbbing and pulsating with every heart beat. I can’t allow him to do that again or I’m done. Now I know how my opponents feel, and in turn, I’m starting to think like them. The bigger they are, the slower they are - believe me, I know. For the first time in my life, I just might be able to outrun someone. Gotta try. Gotta get around him to get a clear shot. [TK runs right at Abobo and quickly dodges a big right hand and circles behind him. Just as he almost unleashes a big back elbow, Abobo swings back his head, heatbutting the Thunderman directly in the face - once again dropping him to the mat.] SHIT! Oh man, come on TK, get up.... get UP! He’s right on top me. Oh fuck, this is going to HURT![Completely stunned by the heatbutt, TK has no choice but to look up and watch Abobo get right on top of him where he lifts him up like NOTHING. He grabs TK around his neck and dangles him in midair and in an ironic turn of events, TK is now a “tiny man”.] Don’t lose consciousness TK, hang in there ... hang in there, gotta do something and gotta do it quick![TK struggles to breath and a sense of urgency kicks in. His eyes quickly catch an opening, and he puts everything he has into one final kill shot. If this doesn’t work, its going to be lights out so he prays a little bit as he unleashes both knees into Abobo’s jaw! We hear a large snap upon impact and instantly Abobo drops TK. As the Thunderman lands on his feet, he looks up at Abobo and sees blood dripping from his mouth. He has broken his jaw.] Damn, his skull feels like titanium. But in any event .... Gotcha, you son of a bitch. You may hit harder, but I don’t do too bad myself! Time to put you away![Thunderkiss reaches deep down, down into the anger, the pride and everything else that fuels his quest for perfection as he latches onto the body of Abobo, and lifts it straight over his head. Its time for Abobo to go to hell and after he gets a short taste of Heaven, that’s exactly where he goes. Exhausted, TK rolls out of the ring and almost collapses onto Wilcox, who has a look of elation on his face.] W.C.W.: That was a close one Teeks. Thunderkiss: Let’s hope its not that close this Saturday Willy...~!~THUD~!~ [His body has finally been pushed to the limit and he passes out due to the exhaustion. In just a few more minutes he will awake, and start it all over again and will continue pushing himself to the next limit and beyond. Come Heatwave, Thunderkiss may win or he may lose, but there is one thing even BK and Wyvern mustn’t forget....] “And I say to all of them, and everyone here, Just keep punching, just keep punching, you never know, you never know. You just may hit your dream right on the jaw” ~ Sylvester Stallone. - Let’s Go Kiss - [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:38:59 GMT -5
Segment: The Relinquishing? (Credit: Wyvern)
Unable to wait for Nichols’ to arrive for backup, Wyvern can’t take it anymore. He’s storming down to Ginger’s office. Ginger, who’s currently on the phone, is disturbed as his door swings open to a crazed Wyvern.
Ginger: What in the hell—Wyvern, what are you doing?
Wyvern looks as if he’s been chased by a ghost.
Wyvern: Sir, I’ve got to talk to you!!!
Ginger: Fine…hey, can I call you back? Ok. I’m sorry, I’ll call you back. Bye.
Ginger hangs up the phone, and glowers at Wyvern.
Ginger: What do you need? Couldn’t you see I was busy?
Wyvern: I…I can’t do this anymore.
Thrusting out the ACW World Title out towards Ginger, Wyvern’s gesture makes a statement…something about the title is giving Wyvern the creeps, or at least it seems that way. Ginger’s eyes go wide at the unbelievable gesture.
Ginger: Ummm…what are you doing, Wyvern?
Wyvern: I’m giving it up! I can’t take it! This title is a curse to me, and I’m at my wits end.
Ginger: Wyvern, if this is any sort of joke, I’m going to do something you’ll re—
Wyvern: No, it’s no joke. I can’t stand this.
Ginger: Wyvern! I can’t take this from you.
Wyvern: Why? Why won’t you take it off of my hands? Make BK and Thunderkiss the main event, and that’ll be that!
Ginger slams his hands on the table. Clearly, he wants nothing to do with Wyvern’s state of mind.
Ginger: That’s it Wyvern! I’ve spent too much time and money promoting Heatwave to rescind the main event. If you were to back out, I’d fire your ass and file suit for breach of contract.
Wyvern: But, but… Ginger: What’s gotten into you?! Take the damn title and get out of my office before you become a permanent footnote in the history of the ACW as how not to do business. BE GONE!
Ginger shoves Wyvern through the door, and throws the title out the door to Wyvern, who clutches the title reluctantly. Ginger slams the door, as Wyvern scurries away…
Has Wyvern “seen the light”?
End segment.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:39:14 GMT -5
Segment: And the whiny bitch of the year award goes to… (Credit: Hitman)
How do you break a man?
That is the question currently circulating throughout XS3's mind. Obviously, he has had some experience in the 'breakdown' department, having been through a previous war with Thunderkiss. How can psychological warfare be utilized to your advantage? But then it suddenly dawns on XS3… Actions speak louder than words. It's what he has always believed in and will continue to further believe. But does that mean XS3 has to stay silent about all this? Hell no.
With that said, our current focus is shifted towards a loft somewhere in Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada. There is darkness for now until a lantern illuminates the view, taking it away from the darkness. XS3's face slowly enters the view of the camera. He can be seen wearing faded blue jeans, a tattered navy blue hoody and a pair of worn out sneakers. XS3's appearance slightly resembles that of a hobo, due to having five o'clock shadow on his face and bags under his eyes. There may have been many sleepless nights for the Canadian native, preparing for his upcoming battle at Heatwave. He looks up at the camera and speaks.
XS3: "The date is Sunday, August 19, 2007. The time is 1:19 AM. This is from the heart… Congratulations, FSX. You did it. You managed to prove me wrong. You actually had the guts to come clean on this situation about our match. I just wish you could've done it in a more relaxed manner. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Luvs was going to be sponsoring another ACW World Tour thanks to you."
The Failed Artist chuckles, remembering the words of Fallen Souls on Thursday.
XS3: "But hey, what can I expect from someone who lost a World title match last year, got his ass canned by Gingerdude and went insane because of it? I'd say, judging by the looks of you Mr. X, you've fallen, no pun intended, and you can't seem to pick yourself up from the ashes of failure. You've been fired, you've come back and lost a fatal four-way, now you want to put me in my place. Tsk, tsk. The curtain is indeed closing on your fifteen minutes of fame but don't worry, because at Heatwave I guarantee that I will put you out of your misery."
XS3 sighs, still trying to comprehend with all of these thoughts that still run around in his mind like troubled children being bullied in their schoolyard, searching for help but finding nothing in return.
XS3: "By the way, thanks for showcasing your hypocrisy on Meltdown. You criticize the fact that I am more of a man than you right after you beat up an interviewer. Yeah, you're real cool. You rely on cheap shots to people weaker than you to get your point across. I get where you're coming at. But what do I need to do get my point across? I go out and I wrestle. I put on a show and re-establish myself every night as a talented individual. Am I the best? No. Am I better than you? Probably not. But do I give a shit about what I do? Yes. Going back to that whole World title match against Latino last year, I look back and saw that you didn't even care. You didn't do anything to justify why you deserved the title… you just lazily stated 'There will be a new champion.' Is that all you can say? That may have possibly been the biggest match of your career and all you can do is act like you're God's gift to ACW or something? You have no idea how easy you've had it thus far. You've probably had more world title shots than most of the people in the back. How many have I had thus far in my career? One. I earned my chance to win the KWA World Heavyweight Championship by putting my body on the line. I came up short but people actually talked about my match. They didn't really care about yours. And I know that for a fact. Why? Because the only thing people remembered you for in that match was the way you got canned by Gingerdude."
These words that XS3 speaks… Are they just of competitive nature? Or are they of true hatred and disrespect towards a man who has made an almost legendary career within ACW? There is anger in XS3's eyes but he chooses not to snap or let it all come out in an arrogant manner.
XS3: "Which brings me to this one question: How will you manage to keep it together for our warm-up match on Monday?"
XS3 pauses to run his hand across his face, attempting to wipe away some of the fatigue that he has had to endure in recent memory.
XS3: "Because in case you've forgotten, let me draw a picture for you in crayon. You and Scott Andrews will be teaming up to face Adrian Flamingo and me. Some people think that I'm going to verbally attack my partner… but I'm not. I don't hate him nor do I like him. We're just two men united with a common goal… to take down our enemies before Heatwave and send a message to them. Something tells me that you aren't ready for Monday. You won't be at 100% because your mind will be somewhere else. You'll probably be thinking about how the Senatorial Stable is going to be back on top of ACW. Well, sorry to crush your dreams of a 'hostile takeover' but you won't even be near the top of the food chain when I finish you off at Heatwave. You will be nothing more than an afterthought once I take you on and like I said before, I will be moving on to bigger and better things. Right now, I'm going to take a page out of your book… and not give a fuck about you. You have nothing to hide, you're just another face in the crowd. And the only reason people still care for you is because you're riding my coat-tails."
Harsh words once more, but could they be true in a sense? Something then dawns on XS3 and he remembers what FSX had said about his past life, growing up in an orphanage.
XS3: "By the way, you think I've had it easy myself? Try losing your mother to breast cancer at three years old, watching her life slip away. Your parents were lucky; they didn't suffer long enough. My mother did. It was me, my dad and my three brothers growing up. We just fought against society, trying to stay alive. We finally achieved our dreams of being wrestlers… And now? My brother Parker is dead. My two daughters are dead. Bitch all you want to about growing up in an orphanage. It doesn't faze me. Lots of kids grow up without a family. Some are more fortunate than others, being adopted as a last resort to save themselves. But I guess that's another story for another time, eh?"
XS3 remembers to get back to the task at hand, which is stating his case as to why he feels that he deserves to beat Fallen Souls.
XS3: "In closing, I would just like to say your little interview has just proven my point: You have no modesty within you. You're nothing now… and you're going to be nothing for quite a long time. But that's all fine. Everything's going to be okay with my life after our match. I just wish the same could be said for yours. Give it time, Fallen, for I will finish this chapter in the book of my career and move on. And I will do this the only way I know how. Everyone has suggested this for quite some time and it will truly be the frosting on the cake."
Suddenly, XS3 stands up and picks up the camera. He looks directly into it with an intensity that has once again been released from the Failed Artist. With a clear tone in his voice, he speaks those four words fans have been waiting to hear:
XS3: "You will find out in due time. For now, may you sleep peacefully… for I will be in your nightmares for the rest of your life."
Oookay, we just got swerved then. The camera is then thrown aside, creating a static view for the audience to watch. Finally, the fans get to see two men united with a letter, battling it out in the only sensible way to end this intense rivalry… But what it is? We don't know yet. All we know is that one man will stand tall at the end of the match and walk away with the rightful title of "Master of the X".
And that's just the way they would've wanted it.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:39:31 GMT -5
Segment: Forbidden Romance...Sexy Results (Credit: FSX/Hitman)
Perhaps fate has always been something that just isn't rewarding, or perhaps the world likes to alter the perception of fate in order to be unruly or disappointing. If you truly think about it, it's both. On one side of the hourglass there is the side of our fate that brings us joy and happiness, leading us to smile and relax, as everything has finally fallen into place. On the other side of things, there is the hand of fate that leaves us tarnished and suffering, simply desiring the day to end… and on occasion, their own lives. Suffering and angst will run through their veins, as everything appears to be lost. As fate seems to have dealt them a hand of death, with it's intent to destroy everything they love and hold dear. The fate comes cold, and death follows swiftly...but you must remember the simple fact; One's suffering is another's pleasure.
The mood of this evening was quite reminiscent to something out of a bad horror movie, as there was a horrible darkness in our midst. The moon stood in the sky, though their were no stars to accompany it this evening. It's luminescent light was the only thing to pierce the hearts of the few that found themselves out this evening. There was a soft sigh heard in the distance, and brief sobs as well, before there was simply silence. No crickets. No owls. No life. There was a certain beauty in these regards, and perhaps XS3 should have realized this. Perhaps he should have taken in the scene of the lifeless night and realized its somber grace and elegance. Given it more of a chance... Unfortunately, he decided not too. He decided instead to scoff in ignorance and turn his back on the scene, returning into the arena that housed mayhem and madness constantly. XS3 Irvine, after all, was a man of responsibility for the night. He had to prepare to team with a man he hardly knew, against an enemy he can only hate. There was a sweet, sickening quality to this really.
As he re-entered the building, he was quick to ignore the masses of individuals prowling the parking garage, in search of any wrestler's autograph. These hateful fans...they chose not to cheer for him due to his antics, but he refused to be the puppet of their delight. No...he would not succumb to their desires and please them. He only wanted to please himself at this point, help those that deserved his help. Respect the few that achieved the highlights of respect, and fought for their survival. The thought itself brought a small smile to his face as he left the parking area, returning quickly in the direction of his locker room. He'd had enough time to think about everything that occurred, and it was time to focus on his plan for the night; how to prove himself right against the man known as 'Fallen Souls', the man who, quite frankly, he believed to cling to a letter as his only sign of honor.
Pitiful… and quite sad that he would have to make an example of him. With a brief sigh, he finally reached his stable's locker room, figuring he could at least make a brief stop there before continuing on his way. As he opened the door, he was quickly welcomed with a rank stench of rotting fish… Odd since Dan was nowhere to be seen. He could only shudder in response to the stench, slamming the door behind him and falling on the couch, looking around for the remote control, but instead finding a video.
XS3: "Odd… I don't remember finding this underneath the couch seats… Meh, you can find anything in couches nowadays, I guess, heh."
He looked it over carefully at first, before noticing a label on it. 'Christine's first L. Love'. A smile came to him again, as he assumed it was a gift from his estranged wife. If only things had gone down better then the way they did...if only. With a sigh, he quickly moved to put in the tape, deciding this was the perfect time to watch it. He could use the boost to his confidence after all. Quickly after pressing play, he dropped back on the couch to relax, a bit taken back by what comes on screen first...
The scene opens to a busy spot, which is quite familiar to the nearby area. Not much else is seen, before the camera shakily zooms in on a sign of 'Chez Mazomazo'. There's a disgruntled 'Huh?' heard in the background, which must be XS3's reaction to seeing the sign. Perhaps he'd never been there before, or maybe he just hadn't been there with Christine before. Either way, he was quite confused as to what this was now. Unfortunately, the answer came clear to him quite quickly, as the scene cut to inside the restaurant. It seemed like a nice place, quite fancy, but it became very unappealing to XS3 as the camera suddenly stopped, and turned to show the grinning face of Fallen Souls. He seemed ridiculously pleased with himself, and perhaps even quite mad, but somehow content. XS3 could be heard uttering curses in the background as he began to realize what this was, and actually stood to stop the tape before Fallen seemed to stop him through the video.
FSX: "Just a second there, XS3 my boy.. I know exactly what you're thinking. 'I'll turn this off and not have to see what Fallen Souls did'. Well, I'm not about to stop you… but I think you'll be quite interested."
XS3 still appears prepared to stop the video, before something in his gut stops him. It was quite intriguing to see just what FSX was up to, despite the fact it was likely the worst. Returning to the tape, Fallen is seen grinning again as he stretches, slowly motioning for the camera to turn it's attention to an empty table behind him.
XS3: "Whatever the fuck floats your boat."
FSX: "I've taken the liberty of showing your wife a good time tonight...Well, not personally. You see, I do feel really bad about what Christine has had to go through. Perhaps if you didn't spend so much time with avid steroid users, you would of had the sense to realize this woman really loved you. She likely still does. Still, you've abused her and attempted to throw her completely out of your life so I've decided to take it upon myself to help her throw you out of hers."
There is laugher heard now as Fallen slowly moves his head back into the view of the camera, grinning quite a bit again. XS3 has become quite pale at this point as he watches, just knowing nothing good can come of this.
FSX: "So I've set her up on a romantic evening with a very good friend of mine. I'm sure she'll finally be treated with respect and dignity...and end the night screaming for more."
With that, a confused Christine comes into view now in the background, looking around for a moment as the waiter pulls out her chair for her. She seems to know nothing of what was going on, and likely came for the free dinner. The Intern had told her to meet Fallen Souls here after all, but at this point Fallen was long gone. Without anything else to do, and simply assuming she was early, she took a seat at the table and awaited him, taking a look at the menu for the time being.
XS3: "…"
The self proclaimed 'True X' sounds quite a bit quieter when saying this, not quite sure what to do or say as he watches his wife sit there quietly and alone. Memories of times when he would be the one taking her out for such an evening must of been running through his mind, as a small smile came to his face...that is of course before someone else came into view. It was another young woman, apparently unsure where she was headed as well, before spotting Christine at the table alone and walking over. What could she possibly want with his wife? Perhaps she was there to tell her she was being stood up. Yes, that must be it or so XS3 hoped anyway. Something about this woman was quite familiar however, though he wasn't sure what. The woman smiled upon approaching Christine and quickly took the seat, looking over at her nervously as she yawned. Christine appeared a bit startled at first, taking a look around, before looking back at her with a bit of a smile.
Christine: "Uhm… Can I help you with something?"
Woman: "Yeah...I'm pretty sure X told me to meet you here. You're Christine, right?"
Christine: "What? Fallen? Oh, well he did tell me to come here...is he coming?"
The woman simply laughed and shook her head, notably looking Christine over a bit.
Woman: "No, no… it's just you and me of course...oh! Right! I'm Andy, pleasure to meet you."
Despite the fact that everything didn't appear to be falling together in place for Christine, XS3 was beginning to understand just what was going on… this woman was Christine's date. Andy could only smile and offer a hand, as Christine continued to look confused.
Christine: "Oh… well… maybe I should be going. Fallen told me to meet him, and if he's not coming."
As Christine slowly moved to leave, Andy got up quickly and reached over to grab her wrist, frowning slightly.
Andy: "Oh, but he told me to have dinner with you!! He said you were just coming off a bad break-up, and could use a free meal. Besides, got anywhere better to be?"
Christine: "Well... I... um... I suppose there's nothing wrong with a friendly get together..."
Christine smiled now, returning to her seat as Andy appeared to be relieved, returning to her seat as well. It was at this point that XS3 was simply staring in disbelief, before quickly looking around for a remote. He had no interest in watching his wife be seduced by a lesbian, but if it did happen, he wanted to make sure Christine didn't do anything. She was a proud straight woman after all, right? Quickly growing frantic, as he heard the two beginning to discuss casual things, before moving into more personal questions about each other, he finally found it jabbed into a pile of dirty laundry. Sighing in relief, he quickly turned and fast-forwarded the work, afraid of what he may see but really wanting to see it. It went on and on for quite a long while, before suddenly freezing at what must have been the end of the film. The moment it stopped, he simply dropped the remote and stared in disbelief.
Why was he in such a state of shock, however? The fact the film didn't go on any further? The fact his wife was enjoying herself with a lesbian? No, it was where the film seemingly stopped. Tears began to brew in his eyes as he looked at the image of his wife being held tightly to Andy, as their lips notably locked. For the record, Christine did appear quite surprised as well. However, she broke off of Andy and shook her head.
Christine: "I'm sorry, I-I can't do this."
With that said, she turned on her heels and ran off, leaving Andy in a state of disbelief. XS3 shook his head to recover from the apparent shock and shut the television off. He leaned back in his couch to find a way to catch his breath, sighing with a fair mix of shock and agony… What could all of this have translated into? Anger? Rage? Did FSX need to use the woman once associated with XS3 as grounds of sending a message? If he did, then it worked. XS3 sighed before letting a small chuckle escape him. He walked up to the VCR and hit the 'eject' button, taking the tape out. XS3 stared at the tape with a small intent, a gaze full of anger before taking the tape and hurling it at the wall. It shattered upon impact, sending plastic and tape to the floor.
XS3: "Mission accomplished, Fallen. You've made things way more personal than they should've been…"
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:40:08 GMT -5
Segment: The Trial of Orestes (Credit: Echo/AK)
The scene begins in a non-descript locker room. Inside, Echo has just finished getting changed after her match; she would normally think about heading back to her apartment, but tonight she seems to be waiting for someone.
There are footsteps in the corridor, and the sound of voices drifts through.
Kevin: But I’m working, I can’t focus with a kid tagging along…
Alicia: Go on Kevin, be a love. I need to talk to someone in private.
Princess: But I don’t want to go with him! Daddy says he’s got the brains of a feral hamster!
Kevin: Wha…? No, no, absolutely not!
Alicia: Please, Kev. I’ll give you an exclusive interview for Heatwave. Deal?
Princess: I don’t WANNA-
Kevin: Exclusive? All right, deal! Come along, honey, Uncle Kevin will show you how interview journalism works.
Alicia: See, I bet that will be loads of fun. Have a blast, Empress.
Princess: It’s Princess!
Alicia: Yes, I’m sure it is…
Alicia knocks on the door, and Echo opens it with a half-smirk.
Echo: That sounds like an entertaining evening you’re having.
Alicia: Tell me about it. She’s eight, and we were all little bitches at that age, right?
She enters, and walks into the room as Echo closes the door; Echo’s lack of comment does not go unnoticed by Alicia. When she turns around, Echo looks expectant.
Echo: So, then, what’s this all about?
Alicia straightens her top thoughtfully.
Alicia: Well, it’s about you. And me.
Echo continues to look at her, not giving anything away.
Alicia: We’ve chatted on and off several times now. We’ve got to know one another quite well, but I’ve noticed something about you, and it’s really none of my business, but…
She looks for a cue from Echo whether to continue, or drop the subject. Echo gives a hint of a nod.
Alicia: …your lack of memory isn’t just patchy, is it? It’s the whole of your life before a certain point in time. You don’t really know who you are or what your history is, do you?
The room falls silent, and the end of Alicia’s question lingers in the air seconds after the fact. Echo’s eyes widen slightly; she turns, looking towards the mirror, and bows her head before answering.
Echo: …No.
There are a thousand unheard sobs, from somewhere in the past, in that one word, and it doesn’t take a mind as analytical as Alicia’s to pick up on them on some level.
Alicia: You have severe memory loss, and you are also a talented, at times brutal fighter. I don’t want to raise your hopes up on false promises, but…. those symptoms are not entirely unfamiliar to me.
Echo’s head raises slowly, looking at Alicia via the mirror. Her voice is oddly calm, even more so than normal.
Echo: …And?
Alicia: There may be someone who can shed light on your situation. If, of course, it’s something you want to pursue. No guarantees.
A pause.
Echo: I need some time to think about it. I’ve had disappointments before.
Alicia: I understand….
She hesitates now, as if moving into more difficult territory.
Alicia: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, about a lot of stuff. There are some things I need to get off my chest… you might call it a confession of sorts. I hate to call on you as some kind of listening service, but I really wanted to talk to someone who’s not got a great deal of pre-invested knowledge in me and my foibles.
She smiles a touch apologetically.
Alicia: ……can I sit down?
Echo can tell instinctively that this is not going to be a five-minute chat; but she likes Alicia, and it’s not as if she has anything else pressing to do. She pushes various odds and ends aside, and takes a seat on the makeup table, studying her counterpart thoughtfully.
Echo: Sure. Make yourself at home.
Alicia sits herself down and crosses her legs. Internally, she feels twisted up inside; the next few minutes are not likely to be pleasant. But she is sure that this is the only way for her to make meaningful progress on several fronts.
Alicia: Ever since I was a small child, I’ve had a vague sense that I’m what you might call an “over-sensitive” sort. Pretty much from the time I first became aware of the fact that other people have feelings, I found that their emotions resonated in me and triggered a powerful response in kind. When someone I was around was happy, I would feel happy too, even if their happiness was something wholly unconnected with me. And of course the reverse was true, too; if a person was sad, or upset, regardless of whether I had any connection to it I would go downhill in tandem with them. It was more than simply being able to say, “that person is unhappy”; I would actually feel that emotion along with them as if it were my own, and if it was some form of expression of pain, so much the worse for me. For a long time when I was little, I just assumed that everyone experienced things like this.
Her gaze drifts somewhere into the middle distance.
Alicia: I never had what you would call an especially traumatic childhood by normal standards, I was very fortunate on that front. But a lot of the time it was like riding a rollercoaster, especially when I was old enough to be sent to playgroup and thrown into a veritable storm of immature little personalities. And I just didn’t have the tools to cope with it all from the start, which is probably why my natural tendency toward introversion led me to shy away from engaging fully with my peers much of the time. I found it so much more comfortable to talk to the adult helpers; I was quite bright for my age, so I could hold something resembling a conversation, and of course middle-aged women are far less prone to bursting into tears or throwing a strop if you put a foot wrong, and inflicting their discomfort on you by proxy. So in that way, I taught myself to avoid the pain I associated with difficult social situations, but as you can probably guess it made things really quite tricky as I got older, and I could no longer use those sorts of tactics all the time.
She crosses her legs the other way, shifting a touch uncomfortably in her seat.
Alicia: I was lucky that my mother recognized to a certain extent what I was trying to do, and she was strong enough to see that I had to face up to my situation. So gradually as I went through school I began to get a little braver, and less reticent in company of my own age; I had a small number of reasonably close friends, and became less of an obvious loner. I was never going to “fit in” with the girly cliques, though, and when I did make mistakes, their barbs stayed with me for days afterward. I quickly learned which of the kids to steer clear of, and they never spent too long bothering me as I was quiet, not the kind to bad-mouth them back. How could I be? Even at my most irate, every shot from my lips cut me in parallel, like a kind of instant karma. Besides, it was hardly as if I felt much of a need to be accepted by the pink-fluff brigade; I was secure in the knowledge that at the end of the day I would be able to go home to my mother and my sister, both of whom I trusted absolutely and whom I knew with absolute certainly loved and valued me just as I was. Those two relationships were enough to give me the firm foundations of self-assurance and self-worth that every person ultimately needs. Everything which I subsequently built myself up to be was, and is, based upon that bedrock concept of family.
Alicia stops for a moment and brings her focus back to the room from wherever it was a few seconds previously.
Alicia: Is this making any sort of sense, or am I boring the pants off of you?
Echo leans with one hand on the side of her face.
Echo: I can’t say I’m getting everything you’re saying, but it’s interesting. Go on.
Alicia nods, though she doesn’t exactly look as if she really wants to continue much further. She’s made up her mind, however, so she picks up where she left off.
Alicia: So, we’ll fast-forward through adolescence and early adulthood; it suffices to say that as I got older I got better at managing my emotional responses, and somehow was able to pull myself up short of full-blown social phobia. I got excellent academic results and was all set for a proper career, able to function within the world to a sufficient degree even if certain things were still tricky. And yet I was still carrying a legacy from my early life; I laughed and cried easily at emotional films, and more than that, when I saw reports of shitty things happening on the news, people suffering due to greed or inaction or other things over which they had no control, I would feel a burst of searing anger at the sheer injustice. I secretly wished for something or someone to turn the world to rights, and sometimes I would imagine that I was the person who could achieve such a thing. In my reveries, I’d be the heroine, sharp of eye and strong of will, standing up for those who could not stand for themselves. Granted, such thoughts would last at most for a few minutes, and then I’d snap out of it and return to my own life; I’m sure that most people have been down that particular road a few times. There was nothing remarkable about it whatsoever. The difference was that, in my case, I was quite suddenly given a chance to play that role in a far more real sense.
She gestures around her, and Echo nods.
Alicia: I approached professional wrestling in just the same way I’d set out to tackle my other goals in life, with a lot of hard work and the good fortune to have a dose of natural talent to boot. I completed the necessary training, fought some matches in small promotions, and then the lady smiled upon me once more, bringing me here to ACW. And you know what I found?
Alicia flinches very slightly, drawing a raised eyebrow out of Echo.
Alicia: It was the bloody playground, all over again. Egos bouncing every which way, a maelstrom of people picking fights with one another, making and breaking alliances. And this time, people could really get hurt; practically every show someone or other would fall foul of a stronger person or group, and a beating or other humiliation was the result. I knew precisely what I should do; I bested those who tried to trample the weak, and oh, how the crowd loved to see it! They cheered, and my heart soared with them so much more than they could possibly have known…
She closes her eyes for a moment, that feeling returning for a fleeting second, sweet and intoxicating. But it cannot last.
Alicia: I was never so high as in those first days… so when the fall inevitably came, it almost proved terminal.
Her eyes open again, colder now with the chill of hindsight.
Alicia: Nothing can prepare you for the first time you experience true evil. It lurks at your back even when the person incubating it has left the room, and it continues to seep into your life whether you confront it, or flee. I was so naïve, that first time… I went into battle, filled with determination – I would not permit it to flourish and corrupt the place I was beginning to think of as my own sovereign territory. It was – he was just too strong.
Echo sits up a little, pricking up her ears at this last statement; that one word is said with such heaviness, and yet also a strange kind of reverence.
Alicia: That match and its aftermath almost took me out of the business permanently. But I fought my way back, and from that point onward, I was like a moth drawn to a flame, with the difference that I knew that the flame could consume me. I have never known an individual like him, before or since; peerless in the ring, fearless outside it, and fearsome beyond measure. There was much evil in him, oh yes, I can see that now, and I endured my share of it. But that was just one aspect of the man, and I simply had to go deeper, for every time we met one another in battle, it was like freeing some chained part of my spirit, moving beyond what I had been before. We were total opposites; we rubbed one another up the wrong way constantly, so much so that even being in one another’s presence was difficult, and yet I secretly relished these feelings. I felt as if I was being tested, and slowly my pride began to grow, for I thought that I was passing the examination, that this time I properly understood what my “purpose” was. I was going to overcome the cloying darkness and find the “real” man I had convinced myself was hidden by it, and save him from himself… and then one night…
She stops, needing to breathe deeply to fortify herself.
Alicia: This man… this impossible, incredible, insufferable man, this shadow to my sun… was blood of my blood, a half-sibling I had never even suspected I had. And I was the last person on earth he would ever have wanted to be related to.
She clenches her fists, and turns her head away from Echo, as if from some kind of shame. Echo fidgets, uncomfortable in turn, and unsure of what, if anything, to say to relieve the tension. Alicia pulls herself together; having begun this journey, she has no choice but to continue.
Alicia: To this day, no pain, physical or mental, has come close to the way I felt in the months after that revelation. Every construct I made to support myself and my self-image was undermined by the revulsion I sensed every time he laid eyes on me; I know that he did what he could to hide it when our mutual friends and allies were around, but that emotional radar of mine just couldn’t be fooled. The one constant in my life, the immovable object of my personal philosophy, was the belief that family could overcome anything, was everything. I wanted to, needed to, love and be loved, and instead loathing was all there was. I was silently shattered, and yet I refused to accept that things wouldn’t change; I kept quietly hoping, keeping my distance as I had with all the people who had hurt me in the past… and then, a couple of years ago, he just left.
Her shoulders droop a little as she says this.
Alicia: He went to do something personal and very important, that’s all I really know. He wrestled a little in another promotion for a bit, and then I heard that he and his partner, another woman who was also a hugely talented wrestler in ACW, had a daughter, but that was the last contact I ever had with either of them. I finally realized that it was over when I sent a Christmas card to what I thought was their address, and it came back unopened. End of the line.
Echo has been listening to all of this patiently, and now the pieces which have been slowly assembling in her mind all come together.
Echo. So…this is what Starkweather meant when he told y-
Alicia: Yes, yes.
She says the words a little curtly, and at once feels bad about it, true to form. Echo dismisses any guilt with a wave of the hand, understanding the stress her guest is under.
Echo: So, to summarise, in less than two hours-
Alicia winces a little, but smiles in an embarrassed way, acknowledging her tendency to witter on if allowed to do so.
Echo: You and your half brother never got on. You and Starkweather don’t get on. Ergo, being around Starkweather stirs up old, painful memories from some issues you never quite got to address, and you eventually freaked out because you couldn’t deal with them. Am I close?
Alicia: Yes.
Echo purses her lips, trying to think of the best way to say this.
Echo: Don’t take this the wrong way, I appreciate that’s going to be hard for you given what you’ve just told me, but still…
Alicia: Shoot.
Echo: I, along with the rest of the world, pretty much could have worked that out from watching the last few ACW shows, aside from a few minor details. So why go through what is obviously a tortuous process to tell me about it again?
Alicia looks at Echo for a moment, then laughs.
Alicia: I overheard Ginger on the phone, apparently Triple H wants to defect to an ACW contract. Since his promos last longer than the life cycles of some small rodents, I’m toughening you up in advance.
They both laugh a little more. Alicia looks somewhat happier, and finds the confidence to continue to what she believes is the most difficult confession of all.
Alicia: Seriously, though, after that tirade of Starkweather’s last week, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Partly about him, but mostly about me. And I’ve come to a conclusion which goes beyond the superficial connection you succinctly outlined. It’s not very pretty, but I need to get it out in the open. Can you hang in there just a little bit longer?
Echo: Mmhmm.
Alicia nods, once again very grateful to have the benefit of Echo’s objective ear.
Alicia: You know what happened at Seven Deadly Sins. Since then, I’ve been trying to uncover Stark’s motivations for the way he acts, and I’m confident that what we saw last Monday was the truth, in so far as the doctor himself understands it. And yet after much thought I am convinced that he is still to some extent selling me a line just as he was all the time previously.
Echo furrows her brow.
Echo: I‘m not sure I follow yet. Go on.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:40:24 GMT -5
Alicia: I thought a lot about what Starkweather said. He very clearly portrayed himself as a monster, as something less than human. He used all sorts of analogies from literature to underline that concept. The key thing I realized was that his concept is two-sided. He is on one side, that of the monster, while I am on the opposing side. And I am cast in the same role which I have played more or less constantly, consciously or unconsciously, since I was that emotionally vulnerable child back in playgroup.
Echo sees what Alicia is saying.
Echo: Oh. You’re the pure-as-the-driven-slush heroine. Very obviously so.
Alicia: Right. Starkweather automatically cast me in that role for two reasons; firstly, because a monster needs a hero or heroine in order to have any sort of purpose or power, Stark is well aware of this whatever he might have tried to imply out there in the ring. But more importantly, he was following the cues I’ve been giving out this whole time.
Echo frowns again.
Alicia: This isn’t very easy to explain, but the best way I can put it is that when my half-brother disappeared, I had a great number of unresolved feelings. I guess you could say that in some perverse manner I resented the way my perspective on life had been damaged; I almost felt as if I’d been robbed. The only thing he left me was his obvious dislike… and I just couldn’t bear to let that go.
She folds her arms across herself and looks at her feet.
Alicia: So I internalized those negative feelings, and used them to define myself in a new way. All my life I’ve been seeking to make people feel positive things, but the motivation behind my actions has not always what it should be. There have been times when I’ve tried to create happiness around me for essentially selfish means, so that I can tell myself that I’m a “good” person and so that I don’t have to deal with the impact strong negative feelings have upon me, regardless of whether that apparent happiness has any depth or is actually in the best interests of the person involved. I don’t recall a time when I was consciously manipulative, but I recognize now with considerable regret that unconsciously I’ve been a puppeteer on numerous occasions.
She sighs.
Alicia: I kept telling myself that I was somehow a better person because of what I’d been through, and ultimately I suppose I was attempting to legitimize my suffering and use it as a means to elevate myself above all the other kinds of crap that other people were going through around me, to put it in a different class. Superficially I concealed my pain, but in other ways I practically shouted it from the rooftops.
Alicia shakes her head, and looks directly at Echo.
Alicia: But the fundamental truth, when you strip everything else away, is that what I’ve put myself through for the last 18 months or so is contrived, false pain, it’s bullshit I created as a comfort blanket so that I wouldn’t have to face the thing which hurts the most… that what happened, happened, and that’s all there is to it; no higher purpose, no nobility, no reason apart from the choice I made, the decision which was always mine, and the consequences that followed. The hurt and sadness I feel is of my own creation, and having made it, I can’t get rid of it… because I loved him then, and I still do now.
Only a short silence can bear the weight of the loss in that last admission. Alicia has to exert her will to prevent herself from crumpling, but exert it she does.
Alicia: The fact that I somehow share in another person’s emotion is my responsibility to deal with, no one elses’. And I simply can’t try to dictate how other people act just to escape from that responsibility. I can’t be the god from the machine, and I can’t try to be the tragic hero in my own warped human drama…
She sighs again, as if releasing the last breath of a dying part of herself.
Alicia: The biggest con of all was when I struck Starkweather over the head at Seven Deadly Sins. I even fooled myself for a little while; I believed like everyone else that it was a momentary loss of self-control. The reality is that I was making a carefully calculated move; my sub-conscious took the decision to “fail” for the sole purpose of providing me with something from which I could redeem myself.
Wincing, Alicia considers this, flushing red at the ugly facts of the matter.
Alicia: Starkweather has been the perfect partner for such a performance. I think he always understood more of it than I did before now, but perhaps I’m finally starting to overtake him… because now that I can finally see what I’ve been doing, I am determined to break the cycle.
Alicia smiles a little.
Alicia: For all of the mistakes I’ve made, I still know one thing in my heart of hearts; I care enormously for ACW, and all the people in it. I spent my whole life secretly wanting to enforce my will over the wild spaces of human interaction, perceiving it to be in need of improvement, but now I realize that it’s precious just as it is, because it’s real and alive, and offers people the choices they need in order to be free. And because it is precious, I can’t take the other easy road, and settle for inaction; there are still battles to be fought, but they’re more difficult and more dangerous than those I’ve engaged in before.
She considers the first of these, the one she is currently engaged in.
Alicia: Starkweather asked me whether I could see any goodness or worth left in him when we last met, and he never received my answer; I didn’t have one then, but I think that now I do. I think he still has the ability to choose between good and evil actions; whether he has the courage to take the harder path after so long on the smooth asphalt to Hell, only he can say. But I know which I will try to follow.
There is a pause, and then Alicia slumps back in her chair, feeling physically drained. She looks up at Echo, half expecting her to have started reading a magazine or otherwise entertaining herself, but instead she sees that her friend has clearly listened to every word. Echo stretches.
Echo: Not a bad self-analysis. If you keep this up, my lifetime spot as “most fucked-up person in the room” may be in serious jeopardy.
Echo smirks, and Alicia rolls her eyes, even though she thinks Echo’s probably right on this occasion.
Alicia: Next time I’ll order in pizza.
Echo: And as far as I’m concerned, with you having acknowledged all that, the only thing you did wrong at Seven Deadly Sins was not finishing the job.
Alicia: Hindsight is 20/20. Seriously, though, thanks for listening to all of that… not the most fun way to wind down from a match, I’m sure.
The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps is quickly followed by a loud knock on the door; words can be heard on the other side.
Princess (muffled): This is boooooring! I don’t want to watch you ask anyone else stupid questions!
Kevin (muffled): Jesus, if your father wasn’t such a- ALIIICIA!!
Echo smirks, and Alicia shrugs.
Alicia: Kevin’s close to meltdown, by the sound of things-
She is heading for the door, but then stops.
Alicia: Ahhh, I almost forgot! You know what we talked about earlier, right?
Echo: Vaguely, it seems like we’ve entered a different eon since then.
Alicia: Yeah, yeah… the point is, I need a photograph of you.
Echo immediately pales.
Echo: Uh, why? I look appalling in most publicity shots-
Alicia: I can’t explain it now or we’ll die of old age… but I might just know someone who could have seen you before, and a photo should confirm one way or the other. It’s totally up to you, of course.
Echo hesitates again, biting her lip. She relents after an agonizing moment.
Echo: ………all right. Since it’s you asking.
Alicia: Ok. I’ll come back later with my camera phone once BK’s collected the fruit of his loins. See you…
Alicia exits out the door.
Kevin (muffled): Oh, thank God. My hero…
Alicia (muffled):………….Don’t even go there, Kev. Come on, Duchess-
Princess (muffled but still loud): PRINCESS!
Alicia: Whatever.
Echo wanders over to the mirror, staring back into her own eyes. A few of her fingers (calloused from incessant punching, and rather badly in need of a manicure) lightly run over the “ECHO“ tattoo on her stomach. Her expression is unreadable, but from the looks of things she‘s finally figured out what‘s been constantly nagging at her so much.
And now, having glimpsed the psyche of the white fox, she seems like she might not really mind anymore.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:40:43 GMT -5
Segment: Pencils (Credit: Yoko)
This segment does not actually contain pencils.
The camera fades in on a pair of white sneakers. As it pans up slowly, it reveals Yoko with her arms crossed, standing into front of an ACW Crew member.
Yoko: So?
Crewman: So I heard the management thinks you’re not that big of a draw anymore.
Yoko: Are you joking?
Crewman: That’s why you’re getting bumped off cards, I wager.
Yoko: I’m drawing the same I ever was!
Crewman: Not in the older demographic you’re not.
Yoko: Older…?
Crewman: Yeah. Your three biggest demographics are girls aged 8-18, men aged 16-24, and men aged 45-52.
He hands her a folder.
Crewman: That’s the data you paid me to get.
Yoko thumbs through it.
Yoko: Chief complaints among the 45-52s are…not jailbait anymore, and no sexy girlfriend?!
Crewman: What can I say, they like Sarin. Her drawing is-
Yoko: I really don’t want to know.
Crewman: No problem.
Yoko: Maybe my card bumping is just a fluke, an accident. My other fans still like me.
Crewman: Who knows.
Yoko: Thanks anyway.
She flips through various parts of the folder as we fade.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:41:03 GMT -5
Segment: The Investigation (Credit: Wyvern)
Sean Nichols has finally arrived to the arena, and Wyvern couldn’t be happier. With no one from his stable actually around him tonight, and his status being borderline schizophrenic, Wyvern is starting to calm down a little bit.
Nichols: What’s going on, man?
Wyvern: I don’t know…I’ve been seeing things, and I feel like I’m being stalked by…me.
Nichols: Dude, what did you do to yourself since you left my place?
Wyvern: Huh?
Nichols: You came over for a while before the show, and you were fine. It hasn’t even been three hours, and you’re going crazy.
Wyvern: I don’t know what to do, man. I’m freaking out.
Nichols shrugs his shoulders. Frustrated, he tries to help out his friend discover what’s going on.
Nichols: Alright, can you at least show me where you’ve experienced these weird “visions”?
Wyvern: Alright.
Wyvern moves into the locker room.
Wyvern: There was someone or something knocking on the door here. It was odd…I went to check, and no one would be there. And by the time I shut the door, the knocking would start up again. I don’t know what’s going on!
Nichols: You need to calm down, dude.
Wyvern: I can’t!
Nichols: Yes, you can! You’re the ACW World Champion!
Wyvern: Don’t say that!
Nichols: What?!
Wyvern: That title is cursed! Ever since I won it, I haven’t been myself.
Nichols: Ummm…that’s no Bladeshadow katana, dude. You’re just off your rocker.
Wyvern: You’re like the millionth person who doesn’t believe me.
Nichols: That’s because you’re fucked up in the pumpkin, yo. SNAP OUT OF IT.
Wyvern: I don’t know how to…
Nichols: Well, we’ve got to figure something out. Didn’t you mention you saw yourself stalking yourself?
Wyvern: Y-yeah!
Nichols: Where was that?
Wyvern: I’ll show you.
With that, Wyvern and Nichols head out of the room. As Wyvern shuts the door, he sees a glimpse of a horned shadowed creature lurking in the shadows of the locker room. He quickly shuts the door, as he hurries to the scene of his first vision, as a very confused Nichols follows suit.
End segment.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:41:30 GMT -5
Segment (OTA): A Dangerous Meeting (Credit: Hunter / FSX)
Every man has his breaking point. Although one could argue that this is a common fact and has no place being used as an introduction to something, that person would fail to realize that many people simply do not acknowledge this possibility. Why do so many people do bad things? The answer could be that they had a breaking point, and that they reached it, and thus could not help doing whatever it is that they ended up doing. And although this seems to be some sort of set-up for a crazy double homicide, it is, in fact, nothing of the sort. It is merely a set-up for one man's very simple breaking point. Now, of course, as the omniscient narrator, the things I say cannot be heard or understood by our protagonist, but as Hunter sits there on the couch in the basement of his new home, he cannot help but think about the one question of his that, unbeknownst to him, will be answered relatively soon.
Andy: Can't sleep?
Hunter turns to look over his shoulder at a newly awake Andy, who sits up in her bed dreamily, her t-shirt (naturally) being see-through. Hunter turns away to avoid the temptation and sighs.
Hunter: Not really.
Andy: Well, look, if it's really got you down that bad, I mean...I SUPPOSE we could spoon...
Hunter: No, that's not...what about spooning?
Andy chuckles, and Hunter shakes his head, clearing his throat.
Hunter: But seriously, that's not the issue.
Andy: Well what is?
Hunter: It's just...I don't think this is the place for me.
Andy: What do you mean?
Hunter: Well...I mean...it's comfortable and all, but I really think I should leave. But...I don't know. At the same time, I kind of don't want to offend Fallen, you know?
Andy: Well what exactly do you have a problem with?
Hunter: Aside from you not putting out?
She nods.
Hunter: I'd say my doubt started with the killer mongoose.
Andy: Charles isn't all that bad, you just have to walk around with a box of Cracker Jacks in the kitchen to divert his attention. Oh, and try to avoid him if you just cut yourself or something. The smell of fresh blood entices him.
Pause.
Hunter: Right then. I also had a chandelier almost crush me.
Andy: This place IS pretty old.
Hunter: No no. It was not an accident. Fallen was hell bent on crushing me if I didn't pledge my allegiance to Satan in a minute.
Andy: The black metal isn't enough?
Hunter: THAT'S WHAT I SAID!
Andy begins to laugh, and slowly gets out of her bed.
Hunter: Since when is Fallen a Satanist?
Andy: He isn't. He probably just got really wasted.
Hunter: Well I've gotten drunk with him, and he never began worshiping Satan.
Andy: I might be partially responsible.
Hunter raises an eyebrow.
Hunter: You're a Satanist?
Andy: No. We got drunk and watched Rosemary's Baby one night, and he took it a bit too seriously. It seems to come back here and there whenever he gets too drunk.
Hunter: ...I suppose that would explain his long obsession with getting Roman Polanski exonerated.
Andy laughs again, opening up the curtains so as to let in the morning light. She turns to Hunter, her shirt now even more see-through.
Andy: Want the shower first?
Hunter: No, it's yours.
She crosses her arms and grabs her shirt...
Hunter: NO!!!
...and slowly drops it again.
Hunter: Friggin' NOT COOL. Never do that again!
Andy raises an eyebrow.
Andy: I thought you liked it.
Hunter: Not when I know I can't have it...
Andy laughs once more, and then simply walks into the bathroom, leaving Hunter all by himself. He slowly gets to his feet and leans on the wall across from the bathroom, and continues the conversation.
Hunter: So what should I do?
Andy: Well, again, if you don't feel comfortable here, then you should just tell him and be done with it.
Hunter: But what if he sicks Charles on me?
Andy: Tell him when he's not drunk. Oh, and avoid him when he's just getting up too.
Hunter: ...Why?
Andy: Don't ask.
Pause.
Hunter: ...Right. But at the same time...I mean...he hasn't really done anything THAT drastic. I can't just---
Andy: Well fuck, Hunter, I don't know what to tell you. If you're gonna move out, just tell him. If you don't want to hurt his feelings, set it up, and don't just blurt it out. Otherwise, suck it up and start drinking some blood.
Hunter sighs, and then slowly heads back over to his couch. He grabs a shirt and throws it on, gently parting his hair before approaching the stairs up to the base of the house. He slowly ascends them, all the while considering his options. He makes it to the top, opens the door, and walks through, casually looking around for the kitchen. He appears to be having trouble finding it at first, before the dull sound of 80s karaoke in the distance is heard. Eventually he finds it, and when he enters, the first thing he sees is Fallen Souls. But not in any way that he'd like to remember him: Fallen is standing over the oven with a frying pan, and notably breaking out a few dance moves well singing 'Let's get Physical. But that's not the odd part, surprisingly...no, the odd part is that he's doing all of this completely naked.
FSX: Let's get Physical! PHYS-I-CAL! I wanna get Physical! Let's get into physical!
The sound of Fallen's voice may usually be a soothing thing, but the fact he happens to be cooking bacon in the nude, well..hypnotizingly swinging back and forth..and singing THAT of all things, was quite disturbing. He continues for a few moments, before he notices Hunter out of the corner of his eye and turns to face him completely, holding the frying pan aloft.
FSX: Bacon?
Hunter's mouth is completely agape. His eyes (thankfully) stay above waist level, but it takes him some time to finally react. And when he does, there is not a single sign of doubt in any of his words.
Hunter: I'm moving out.
As Fallen raises an eyebrow, Hunter simply turns and slowly heads down to the basement, but halfway through, this turns into a run. When he finally reaches his room again, he flies face first into the couch, and yells into it at the top of his lungs. Clearly he has found that breaking point of his. On the bright side, at least now he won't be tortured in deciding whether or not to move out. But on the other side...now he's got another memory to bury deep into his subconscious...
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:41:47 GMT -5
Segment: Big Decision (Credit: BK)
As we return from the final commercials promoting Heatwave, we are quickly brought to the door of Chairman Gingerdude and moments after returning to air we see BK London walking out of the office. Right behind him is the Chairman himself who seems to be holding a stack of papers in his hands.
Ginger: ...are you sure you want to go through with this?
BK: I'm positive. I just think it's the right thing to do.
Ginger: ...well, I've never been one to turn down this sort of things, so I'll just hope you the best in your future endeavors.
BK: Thank you.
The two exchange a brief handshake before Ginger returns to his office and BK begins to make his way down the hallway. He looks a bit conflicted in whatever the two were just finishing discussing, but with one big sigh he knows that it's something he has to do.
As he continues down the hallway, the never ending fun of bumping into someone continues as he runs into the master of annoyance - ACW Interviewer, Kevin Anderson.
Kevin: BK, BK, just a word with us before Heatwave, please.
BK: Fine, but make it quick.
Kevin: Well, we just briefly witnessed a small exchange of words between yourself and Ginger - care to explain what that whole thing's about?
BK: I'd rather not.
Kevin: But why?
BK: It's something confidential.
Kevin: Something confidential you could maybe share with us viewers?
BK: Who are you, Freeman? Stop asking stupid questions and move on.
Kevin: Fine..fine fine. Next of course is your match against Thunderkiss, what are you doing to get yourself physically and mentally prepare for this match?
BK: Physically, there's not much more training I could do to prepare for the match simply because I'm in the best shape of my life. As long as I can keep up my training regimine as before, there should be no reason why the same result that happens in every match - happens at Heatwave and that's beating Thunderkiss. Mentally, let's just say I'll keep that to myself.. Now if you excuse me I've got someone to pick up. Thank you very much.
BK abruptly brings and send to this segment leaving Kevin standing alone with his mic in hand. The segment slowly fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:42:03 GMT -5
Match 4: XS3 and Adrian Flamingo vs Scott Andrews and FSX (Credit: Josh The Jersey Boy)
*Hello by The Rollins Band blares throughout the arena, clips of Adrian kicking an opponent's ass is shown as Adrian comes stomping out and gets treated with boos. He walks with nothing but smiles as Phillip Jones announces his presence to the ring.
Jones: From Venice Beach, California, he weighs in at 199 lbs........... he is Adrian Flamingoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!
Adrian slides into the ring as he awaits his partner
*Constant Motion by Dream Theater is played as blue lights stream throughout the arena. XS3 walks out as he too is showered with a few boos, but some people (smarks) are chanting "XS3" as Jones tells us who he is.
Jones: From Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada he weighs in tonight at 280 lbs he is XS33333333333!!!!!!!!!
XS3 walks into the ring and shakes Flamingos hand.
Maxwell: We have a psycho and a technical freak wrestling together, FSX and Scott better be prepared for a DOGFIGHT tonight.
Eddie: I think this will be a very skillful match.
*For my Enemies by Madball plays as fans begin to cheer for the arrivial of Scott Andrews as Jones begins to mention his presence.
Jones: He is from Denver, Colorado and he weighs in tonight at 233 lbs he is Scott Andrewssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Scott's usual pyro doesn't come out tonight because he awaits his partner FSX. Bel-Air by Malice Mizer blares as FSX comes out to a roaring ovation as Jones tells us his stats
Jones: He comes from Seoul, Korea he is FSXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!
Scott and FSX slide into the ring as Flamingo and XS3 stare them down. The Ref Joey Reynolds checks all competitors for weapons. The check is done as he removes a fork and a knife from Flamingo who just shrugs and laughs. Reynolds rings the bell as Flamingo and FSX will start the match.
Eddie: You can cut the tention with a knife!!
Maxwell: Expect nothing but high flying from these two.
Flamingo and FSX stare at each other as they intiate a grapple. The grapple is hard and tight as neither men are letting go to each other's grip, but Flamingo has other ideas as he kicks FSX to the gut and makes FSX go fall on his knees as Flamingo laughs.
Maxwell: What cheap shot.
Flamingo lifts FSX up but FSX punches Adrain in the gut and shoulder arm drags Flamingo, he follows the move up with a knee drop to Flamingo's face who clenches it. FSX picks Flamingo up and begins to wear him down with suplexes and low kicks. He puts Flamingo on the top turnbuckle and is setting up for an unseen future but is reversed when Flamingo eye pokes FSX and then does a springboard axe handle onto FSX's head. Flamingo drags FSX into his corner where his partner Scott looks at Flamingo. Flamingo shrugs that off and begins to lift FSX's hand up to Scott playing that he wants a tag, when Flamingo is done he drops FSX's hand on his knees hard. Flamingo begins taunting to a booing audience and puts FSX into a reverse armbar on the same hand that he hurt. Scott is reaching out to FSX as Flamingo continues taunting him. The fans are clapping for FSX to escape as Flamingo begins to say" Let's go Flamingo." Flamingo lets go of the armbar and begins to stomp at FSX's hand. Flamingo sees FSX's clutching his hand as Flamingo lands his trademark Flamingo Splash. Flamingo pins.
Reynolds: 1.............
No kickout by FSX as Flamingo drags him to his corner and tags in XS3. But before Flamingo goes back into his corner him and XS3 do a double armbreaker making FSX clench hand some more. XS3 goes to the top rope and waits for FSX to get up, when FSX does XS3 hits the Ralph Klein Special. XS3 now starts to kick FSX's hand and then drops his knee on it.
Maxwell: A ruthless but good strategy.
Eddie: I agree.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:42:18 GMT -5
XS3 lifes FSX and irish whips him to the ropes and XS3 is prepared to clothesline him. As XS3 runs to FSX, XS3 is hit in the face with a Launch Kick as FSX looks pissed off. FSX hurricanranas XS3 and punches XS3 with a flurry of punches to the stomach. FSX moves back a bit as he spin wheel kicks a prone XS3. He then flies off the top rope with a senton bomb as he tags in his partner Scott who has something planned for XS3. Scott signals FSX for a team move as Scott chin breakers XS3 as XS3 stumbles to FSX as FSX manhattan drops XS3 who is then greeted with a Lariat Of Respect flipping XS3 on his neck as Scott goes for the cover.
Reynolds: 1 2..................
Flamingo breaks the count up so the match could continue. The ref pulls back Flamingo long enough for FSX and Scott to do another team move which involved a chin crusher into a Rainbow STO. Scott lifts XS3 and continues to pick apart XS3, Scott then middle kicks XS3's face as he climbs the top rope and gets his finger into a gun and pulls the trigger on his head a he goes for a suisault. The suisault misses with Scott landing on his chest as XS3 tags in Flamingo who begins to stomp at Scott's head. He then flings Scott into a turnbuckle and nails the A.D.H. knee to Scott's face. Flamingo claps as Scott lies on the floor clutching his head bleeding.
Maxwell: What the hell? How is Scott bleeding?
Eddie: I don't know.
Flamingo signals XS3 to distract the ref as Flamingo removes a pointed object from his boot laces.
Maxwell: Is that?! Oh my goodness it is it's broken glass!!!
Eddie: Wow what a cheater!!
XS3 is still distracting the ref as Flamingo punds Scott's head with a piece of broken glass. When XS3 stops distracting the ref Flamingo disposes of the evidence.
Maxwell: Wow what a cheater
Eddie: These fans are booing as well.
The ref goes to look at Scott who is bleeding profusely and Flamingo looks at the ref with a "I don't know" look.
Maxwell: The ref is asking Scott if he wants to continue.
Eddie: He does, what heart!!!!
Flamingo now begins to pound on the head of Scott and begins to laugh as he smears the blood on the ref. Flamingo lifts Scott up and lifts the bird at Scott. Flamingo laughs but then Scott turns his leg to gamenguri Flamingo's head. Who falls down on his face as Scott tags in FSX. FSX sees XS3 charging at him, so FSX counters that into a Rainbow STO. Flamingo sees FSX preoccupied and begins to attempt a clothesline at FSX who in return gets a Rainbow STO by FSX. FSX then puts XS3 into a chickenwing, while Flamingo gets up and crotch claws FSX FSX drops XS3 who tries to double team FSX but is meet with a Lariat Of Respect by Scott who sends both of them flying to the outside.
Maxwell: Wow what a move!
Flamingo still has that crotch claw locked in as FSX is getting pissed off. Flamingo looks at FSX who hits Flamingo in the head with an open palm slap. Flamingo staggers but goes and begins to bite FSX, who pushes Flamingo's jaw away and greets Flamingo's open mouth with a backhand slap, busting flamingo's mouth open. FSX now in full rage lifts him up for a Drop Of Blood and hits in pinning Flamingo as Reynolds makes the count.
Reynolds: 1 2 3
The match is over as FSX and Scott raises their hands in victory
Jones: The winners of this match................................ the team of Scott Andrewsssssssssssssss and FSXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
*Scene fades
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:42:38 GMT -5
Segment: A True Hero Stands Tall (Part 3) Credit: DiaVolo Irie is in the back with the girl and she is still crying. He sticks his toungue out and runs it up her neck which makes her squirm and shriek. he rips off her shirt leaving her in her bra and then he tears off her pants and throws her to the ground. He has the evil look in his eyes as he takes off his hooded robe and moves toward her. He hears a clank and his head shoots around. He starts walking around the boiler room trying to follow the noise but it seems to be everywhere. From the walls comes a voice. So you want to play games?Irie turns the corner and gives a sadistic smile as he thinks he has found his tormentor. However, as he goes to turn the corner he gets whacked in the face with a hard object and stumbles back. He is now furious and storms around the corner only to see DiaVolo is not there.I can play games too. You don't scare me.Again Irie see's a shadow around the corner and goes to turn but this time he is hit in the stomach. He runs around the corner and a figure jumps behinds him and pushes him into the boiler. When he turns around, the man is gone.Good will always prevail. I will avenge my father, and I will destroy youIrie is now out of control with rage and starts throwing anything that can be thrown. Then as if he just realized something he smirks and goes back by the girl. He picks her up by her hair and goes to punch choke her before steam comes out of one the pipes into his face. He drops the girl and DiaVolo comes out of nowhere with a baseball bat and starts taking shots all over Irie. He hits him twice in the knee cap and Irie drops to his knee's. DiaVolo: YOU AND ME! HEATWAVE! Last Man Standing Match. Two men walk in ONE walks out. We'll settle this once and for all! He winds up and kicks Irie in the face busting his nose open. DiaVolo goes and helps the girl. She gives him a hug and a HUGE kiss before they quickly exit the boilerrroom. As soon as they leave Irie sits up with a sinister smile on his face and his evil laugh echo's through the arena.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:42:55 GMT -5
Segment: What we have been waiting for (Credit: Hitman/FSX)
Though the match was over, the war between two certain individuals was not. Though Flamingo headed to the back after the match with Scott following him, XS3 stayed in the ring with Fallen Souls, not wanting to let his rival escape him just yet. The fans still have no idea what these two men will compete in at Heatwave. XS3 grabs a mic from the nearby ringside attendant and approaches FSX, not fearing the respected X.
XS3: "Well, here I am. I'm in your face and ready to fight. What more do you want?"
XS3 looks down and sees that FSX had gotten a mic of his own. FSX raises it to his mouth and speaks to his foe.
FSX: "What more do I want? All I want is to hurt you, little X. You see, all this time, you've ran your mouth and I don't even think you've thought of the consequences. You WILL regret what you said..."
XS3: "Yeah, I wouldn't be talking if I were you, Davey Havok."
A small section of the crowd bursts out in "Oooh!" Fallen isn't fazed; he has to contain his anger until Heatwave, where all of his anger on this… upstart… will be vented.
FSX: "Clever. I can hardly stand but laugh at your brilliance. But seriously, is this really how you want to handle yourself? Trying desperately to be funny, but just falling short.. trying desperately to give it your all, but just... falling... short."
XS3: "Well, if I took everything seriously like you do, I'd be one very sad man. I'd have nothing left to compete for in this game. But you know something, I live for the adrenaline. It's comforting to come in and kick the shit out of people like you. I don't do it to appease the fans, I do it to take pride in my work."
Some of the fans disagree with XS3's words, having been previously accustomed to hearing XS3 say "LOL OMG I DO IT FOR THE FANZ!"
XS3: "But anyway, I promised that I'd reveal what kind of match we're having. Sorry Fallen, it's not shoots and ladders. Unless you have a ladder with you, I'd be happy to bring the gun. Hahaha."
FSX rolls his eyes at XS3's attempt at humor while some fans can be heard starting a small "That was lame!" chant.
XS3: "No, this is something bigger than these people would imagine. It seems to me that a measly letter ignited this whole war. And by all rights, it should die with that letter."
The audience gets what XS3 is meaning and they begin to cheer loudly. FSX raises his mic to his mouth and confirms what everyone has wanted:
FSX: "I think I understand where your coming from here."
XS3: "Good, there is something up there in that head of yours."
FSX: "Well it is obvious! … WHO'S. YOUR. DAAADDY MATCH!"
There's a brief pause upon hearing this, as many in attendance seem generally confused, before XS3 simply shakes his head.
XS3: "You… dumb… shit."
FSX: "Oh… then an Ultimate X match!"
Massive markout!!! At least, that's what those two had hoped for. Judging by the fans' reaction, it looks like their hopes would not go unfulfilled.
FSX: "Well it figures that after everything that has occurred it would all come down to this! But, you have to understand one thing… little X… Things won't just fall into your lap, no matter how much you want them to."
XS3: "Aren't you the one who--"
But before he could finish, Fallen had a hand to his mouth, shaking his head a few times.
FSX: "Now now now… don't interrupt me. At Heatwave, you will finally be put to the test. You will finally be exposed for what you really are. And you will finally taste defeat, in the most bitter of flavours… with a giant X rammed into your skull!"
The crowd cheers for FSX, because they decide to not cheer for XS3 instead. XS3 looks like he's ready to strike… but he simply shrugs it off.
XS3: "Fine by me. Oh, and don't think I'd forget about your little Soul Transfer all those weeks ago. What's that? You wanted me to show respect? I got a better idea."
XS3 turns his head to the side for a brief second before turning back to FSX and launching himself into the Shadow Step. FSX's head hits the canvas as the crowd begins giving XS3 heat. A couple fans cheer and XS3 shoots them a look, causing to slump down in their seats. XS3 exits the ring through the ropes and walks backwards up the ramp, looking on at FSX, who slowly looks at XS3 and glares a hole through him… not literally, of course. These two men will finally be able to settle their differences in a match that suits them and no one is going to be the same after the match…
…which is what both men guarantee to one another.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:43:25 GMT -5
Segment: I Am So Hungry ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/sad.png) (Credit: Yoko) Phones are annoying. More often than not, salespeople call you at inopportune times. Good calls from friends or family are vastly outnumbered. Even then, sometimes THOSE are annoying too. Case in point…now.
Yuki Satoshi has called her sister and it’s gotten quite tense.Yuki: I told you, I did not! Yoko: Then what happened? Yuki: The neighborhood’s power went out. Yoko: Both times? Yuki: Both times. Yoko: And I believe you why? Yuki: What? Because I’m your sister? Yoko: Maybe you don’t want to admit you hung up or blocked me. Yuki: Maybe you don’t want to admit you’re being an idiot. Yoko: Maybe you don’t want to admit- Yuki: My face, blah blah, get a new insult. Yoko: Actually I was going to call you nosy. Yuki: You’re the one with the nose. Yoko: Whoops, power went out. Yoko hangs up on her and turns off her phone. She breathes a heavy sigh.
Puberty turns the sweetest girls into total bitches.
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