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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:43:53 GMT -5
Segment: The Comedown (Credit: Wyvern)
As the duo of Wyvern and Nichols get to the end of the corridor where Wyvern had witnessed for a lack of better terms, “himself”, Wyvern and Nichols begin to search around. Nichols is visibly very annoyed with the unusual antics of the ACW Champion. On the flipside, Wyvern is pretty much inconsolably crazed at this moment, suffering from what appears to be a massive panic attack.
Nichols: Calm down!
Wyvern: I can’t! Those shadows have been following me, and I can’t take it anymore! Take the title!
Wyvern throws Nichols the ACW Title.
Nichols: Umm…I’m not on the active roster, especially since Fallout hasn’t been around for sometime. I highly doubt that’s the best course of action, dude.
Wyvern: Ginger wouldn’t let me drop it.
?: And I still won’t, Wyvern.
From the end of the hallway where they came from, Ginger emerges, looking extremely annoyed. Tonight’s been a heck of a night, and to top it all off, Wyvern’s been a colossal nuisance.
Ginger: You’re still defending that title. Nichols, what the hell is wrong with him?
Nichols: Beats me, dude. The man is nuttier than a squirrel turd.
Ginger: Wyvern, you have 30 seconds to explain yourself, or I’m firing your ass!
Wyvern shifts uncomfortably, looking at the shadows.
Wyvern: Fine, fine…I’ll tell ALL! I’ve been stalked by shadows!
Ginger: Shadows? Bladeshadow?
Wyvern: NO! Horned creatures…and that’s not it! My own self has come to me to tell me of what I’ve done wrong in the past few months, and how I’ve tainted the very presence of the ACW World Heavyweight championship! Ginger, I’m at a loss of words at how to explain this to you. Normally, I wouldn’t care…but I need help!
Ginger: That’s damn sure.
Nichols: Wyvern! SNAP OUT OF IT NOW!
Wyvern: You see, I can’t do that! The shadows refuse to give me quarter, and I feel like I’m going to be absolved by the spectral beings they are!
Ginger: Stop that hippie talk!
Wyvern: No, no, you don’t understand!
Wyvern stumbles backwards. Within a moment, his motions become slowed and labored, as his panic sets in more and more. Ginger and Nichols look at each other, and appear to be extremely confused.
Wyvern: This is how “they” win…This is the…end. This is…
Wyvern collapses to the ground. Nichols rushes up to Wyvern, who checks on him immediately.
Ginger: Is he alright?!
Nichols: He’ll be fine. Trust me on that. In fact, he won’t remember a thing from tonight.
Ginger: That’s a relief…wait, why won’t he remember a thing?!
An awkward moment of silence, as Nichols has revealed he knows why Wyvern has been acting the way he has.
Nichols: Let’s just say that’s the last time I pull a prank like this.
Ginger: Hmm?
Nichols: The man clearly can’t handle LSD.
The scene fades, as the World Champion is tended to by Nichols, who drags him over to a few security guards, who hoist the champion up and to his locker room.
Is there any truth to Wyvern’s visions? Is he doomed to be the permanent stain on the ACW World Title? Check Heatwave and find out!
End segment.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:44:09 GMT -5
Segment: “Insert Title Here” (Credit: Yoko/Kudo/Zero) As we open up backstage, we immediately find Kudo Yasuda walking down the hallway, his back turned to the camera. He stops at a door which looks to be the “Stables” headquarters but comes to a halt when he looks over to his right to find Jay Zero walking down the hall. A week after the brutal beating he took, he still looks in bad shape, but Kudo chuckles at it. [/center] Kudo: Well look at this! The poor soul that failed to do both things he guaranteed! Jay looks at Kudo, trying to hold it in and just walk by him. [/center] Kudo: You never won that title, and you never even came close to beating me! Guess we proved who the better man is, huh Mr. Zero? He shakes his head and keeps walking past. [/center] Kudo: What’s wrong? Not even going to own up to your failures? Ha! I should have known you were nothing but a coward. Jay finally stops as Kudo turns his attention away and starts to enter the locker room. [/center] Zero: Hold on Kudo! [/color] Jay swings around and walks back over to the locker room as Kudo slowly comes back on, grin on his face everything. [/center] Kudo: Hm? Zero: Where the hell do you get off calling me a coward? Cause I tried taking the high road for once?! [/color] Kudo: We— Zero: No shut up for once! Okay, listen to me Kudo! I know you’re acting all “big and mighty” cause you just came off with the hugest win in your career, but that victory is tainted god dammit! [/color] Kudo: …pardon? Zero: You sure as hell know what I’m talking about! That wasn’t the Jay Zero everybody’s come to love and cherish! You know I wasn’t 100 percent going into Thursday! Hell, I probably wasn’t even 60 percent! And by all means necessary Kudo, I’m no coward! [/color] Kudo: Is that all? Zero: No, it isn’t! I didn’t have to show up Thursday! Hell, I didn’t WANT to face you, but I did it anyways! Why? I’m not a coward Kudo! I’m lickin’ for a challenge and since I already got one in you, I thought, “well, whatever, I might as well won’t let down my millions of fans!” [/color] Kudo: Ah, not only Mr. Zero, but also Mr. Arrogance I see. So let me get this straight - You didn’t want to face me…but you did anyways? Jay nods his head. [/center] Zero: S’what I said, isn’t it? [/color] Kudo: Well---from what I saw, you were basically begging Dan to take you out of the match now weren’t you! You didn’t face me out of courage, you fought me because you HAD to! And I find your justifications for losing terribly desperate. You’re caught up in your own hype and genuinely think that you’re in the right in all of this, when really – ha, you’re nothing but a joke! Jay begins taking deep breaths, trying to cool down. [/center] Kudo: So give me all the excuses you want Zero, for all that it matters, I don’t care! Face it: you’re just another one of the mindless drones that ACW seems to love employing. Another clown to put in front of the fans before they grow tired of the act. You’re like the bearded lady or the chainsaw juggling slob, only with less talent, and the fans no longer have the patience to go through with humoring you anymore. In from the room, comes Yoko Satoshi, displeased at the arguement. [/center] Yoko: I’m busy in here, shut up. Kudo: Sorry. This fool was trying to give his explanation on how I didn’t beat the “real” Jay Zero… Kudo chuckles as Yoko looks over at an irate Jay. [/center] Zero: Y’know what Kudo? Call me a coward. Call me anything you want to! But I’m Jay Zero dammit! And I’m not gonna just stand here and let you talk and walk all over me! When I’m 100 percent again, and when I’m able to give you my all, I want you! [/color] Surprised, Kudo shoots a look back over at Jay. [/center] Kudo: Who the hell do you think you are? Uncle Sam?! Zero: One on One! In the middle of the ring! Oh, and you know how your little leader Wyvern said that I lack individualism? Heh, well. [/color] Very risky, but Jay winds up and lays a big ole, giant… SLAP!Across the face of Mr. KO, Kudo Yasuda![/center] Kudo: …You little… Yoko smirks at this but looks to be the one to stop a major brawl from occurring as she quickly throws herself in front of Kudo, stopping him from swinging and tearing apart what’s left of Jay’s already bruised body. [/center] Zero: HUH? AM I A COWARD NOW? C’MON KUDO! [/color] Kudo: Yoko! Jus—er Yoko: I told you, I’m busy in here. You two are bothering me. Yoko pushes Kudo back into the door of the locker room, restraining him from the very tiny hall space between him and Jay Zero. [/center] Zero: Am I an individual lacking coward now Kudo? Huh? Like I said….I’m lickin’ for a challenge! [/color] He sticks his tongue out and goes over his teeth. [/center] Yoko: I don’t know who you are, but you’re bothering me. Zero: Heh….pardon me Miss Satoshi. I know who you are, but for some…mysterious reason you don’t seem to know who I am! Haha…..Well, it’s an honor to cordially introduce myself to “Yokoberg” herself! Haha, I’m the former Entertainment Champion of the world, member of Entourage—and I go by the name Jay Zero! Pleasure to meet you! [/color] He holds his hand out to shake the legends hand, but she just glares at him as Kudo is steaming behind her. [/center] Zero: I’m sorry for my behavior, it just seems I’m a little anxious now that I’m out of action because of doctor’s orders! Well—that and your dense friend just can’t accept that he’s old news and Jay Zero’s here to sweep the world off its feet! [/color] Kudo: If you tried to sweep the world off its feet it would straight punch you in your face. Because that’s how the world is Zero. You don’t belong here, you just fail at life. It’s one thing to lose a match, but it’s a much worse thing to not own up and show some dignity. Oh I find it terrible how little respect these newcomers have to offer. You want to lose your dignity so badly?! Come on! Kudo tries to break towards Zero with his fists held high, but Yoko’s presence holds him back yet again. Zero: Let him go, I’ll take’em! Right here! [/color] Yoko: No—No I have a better idea. Heatwave. Put up, or shut up! The color drains from Zero’s face.Zero: Wh…what? [/color] Yoko: Heatwave, me, the unstoppable Yoko Satoshi vs…you, the pathetic Jay Zero! Oh…oh wait, it was a challenge you were looking for, correct? Zero: Erhh [/color] Yoko: Great, then it’s settled. Maybe then you’ll shut up and let me add some of my equipment to this room in peace. Yoko smiles at him as he’s speechless for the first time in this conversation. Kudo chuckles at the turn of events and they both enter back into the room, gently closing the door in his face.
Zero has been caught off guard by this sudden challenge…The challenge of all challenges, possibly.
But to face and beat the legendary Yoko? THAT is instant stardom, instant power. An elevator up the ladder of success.
Unlike some people, he’s fully willing to take on the task at hand. He isn’t afraid of the risk, the benefit is too great to be afraid. Zero: Alright---Alright, YOU’RE ON SATOSHI! [/color] Yes!
He’ll fight Yoko Satoshi.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:44:33 GMT -5
Segment: “Reach Out & Crush Someone” Credit: “Macho Man” RDK & T-Kiss
[He debated doing this all day long for he is not a man to “reach out” to others. However, there was a huge challenge ahead, and if anyone had any advice worth listening to - it would be this man. Since Omega Effect 3, Thunderkiss had the utmost respect for the Macho Man and vice versa. Though they are on two different sides of the coin, both men appeared to be made from the same mold as if they were step brothers created by the Zeus himself. For the first time ever, TK has decided to test this “brotherly” bond and reach out to him as he picks up the receiver and dials Macho’s home number.]
Thunderkiss *shaking head*: Nah...
[Thunderkiss quickly changes his mind and hangs the receiver back up. Is this a sign of weakness? It sure felt like it. He face palms himself a bit ... going into deep thought. Was it truly weakness to seek out knowledge that would better position himself for a win? No, of course not. To coin a highly overused phrase, “knowledge is power” and when it comes to power, there is no doubt where the power lies. To ensure it doesn’t ever reside anywhere else, this call most definately must be made. TK once again picks up the receiver, and this time comes to a successful dial.]
Macho Man: Brudah hello?!
Thunderkiss: Macho.
Macho Man: ...Nacho?!?! IS DAT YOU BRUDAH!?
Thunderkiss: Of course its me. I have questions and I know you have answers for me.
Macho Man: Now if I didn't know bettah, I'D SAY YOU STILL A HEEL BRUD! Sure we're good, but is that really enough for a jabrone and a sam malone to be chums? WHY SHOULD THE MACH BLESS YOU WITH KNOWLEDGE!?
Thunderkiss: Because you know damn well I’ll drive all the way up to Yellowknife to put my foot up your ass, that’s why.
Macho Man: Now wait just a minute there goober! You know damn well that if you were a mach, it'd be on my watch! BUT THATS DEBATABLE BRUDAH! Tom, Dick or Stanley, Miztah Mach is manly, lickin' the bowl, an eldah scroll, chitty chitty bang bang, KNOW YO' ROLE! OoOoH YEAAAH! ..........I suppose the mach can spare a few answers. *COUGH*
Thunderkiss: First, I want to know EVERYTHING about BK London. I want to know his tendencies, his flaws and most importantly, I want to know what it takes to put him down for the three count.
Macho Man: London is a MACHINE BRUDAH! Dancin' and prancin', yippy aye yayyin! HE SUPLEXES LIKE ITS TIME FO DINNAH! He tends to go on the offense, test his skills, and if he ain't up to snuff, he goes on the defense for analyzation! Once your analyzed, he unleashes the strategy and his true powah! You CANNOT allow him time to analyze! He is young, but he is an experienced genius in the ring!
His main flaw would have to be his overconfidence at the start. You have to go full force at the beginning against him otherwise he'll eventually learn that he needs to step it up a WHOLE GODDAMN MACH...I mean, NOTCH, BRUDAH! He is not very well equipped to fight if you have him on the ropes! Not in the corner, but on the ropes! Every where else he is pretty much well equipped whether its on the ground, from the top, in the crowd, backstage...wherevah!
To get em' down for da three count, you gotta lay down everything you got and don't hold back! In the past, I've been able to defeat him most successfully with ma ROCK BOTTOM. But don't use this technique unless you have nothing else left in your aresenal! The Rock Bottom is an all too familiar move to BK, and although if succesful it will surely be his end, it will not be easy to pull off!
Thunderkiss: Hm, Secondly, you know better than anyone else - what do I have to do to secure the ACW World title?
Macho Man: You need five things brudah! First you need the people, that is no doubt the most important. Whether they love ya or they hate ya, they need to recognise ya. If you don't feel recognised, you won't have anyone to prove your might to, and will ultimately fail! Secondly, you need to constantly be training or having matches up until you get that shot. You need to be in top form and fresh from a fight, not getting rusty! You need perseverance, and that goes without saying. With no initaitive, you have nothing at all! You need to eat yo' dumplings! Whether that be potatah, tomatah, tick tock hatah, IT DON'T MATTAH, YA GOTTA EAT RIGHT BRUDAH! AND LASTLY, YA NEED TA HAVE STUDIED YOUR OPPONENT! If you don't know what your getting into, you are at a disadvantage! I CAN GUARANDAMNTEE DAT!
Thunderkiss: I see. Well Macho -
Macho Man *interrupting*: Oh and brudah....
Thunderkiss: Yeah....
Macho Man: If things work out for you ... don’t forget the Mach’, cause if you do, the Mach’ will be coming to collect.
Thunderkiss: Heh.
*Click*
[There is no need for a “goodbye” for either man as they both hang up the phone simultaneously. TK falls back in his recliner where he spends the next hour obsessing over Macho’s words.]
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:44:56 GMT -5
Segment: Enter the Soul: Prelude (Credit: FSX)
There is a gateway within us all, though it is often something that is never to be discovered, and never to be exposed to the world. But why is it that it remains hidden for all of an eternity? The simple reason that for someone to enter another's soul is something perhaps too complicated to be comprehended. There must be a special link between the two individuals; a bond that can be shared only after constant years of grinding and building it up to such a point. It's incredibly difficult to achieve, and even after it has been communicated by both individuals, it is still required you await for one of them to have the proper skill. It is, of course, a skill that is nearly impossible to get. One that will require an epic journey, traveling lands that are better suited to be never traveled, and arriving at a realization of one's inner peace and tranquility. Does it ever occur? Perhaps once in a lifetime, for special individuals. There are, however, people who will imitate this ability. Those who will pretend to have an incredible link and ability with another after mere minutes of encountering said person, and knowing next to nothing about their history or personality. These individuals are known as Psychologists.
They are a dreaded species that usually have only a single sinister goal in their quest for success. That goal? Quick cash, of course. They will charge an outrageous amount of money in order to 'properly' judge one's psyche based of their own opinions, and pretend to sympathize with their emotions. But, in truth, they care little if at all for this human being, and their only true emotional connection is to that persons wallet. Truly they are the epitome of psychological evil. Despite the fact they may expose a calm, and relatively friendly demeanor, they do not. They are not Empathic, and they do not understand or feel what you feel. They do not care if you get better, though they are happy to prescribe you medication if you desire. In fact, they would vastly prefer you are never helped from a vulnerable state, and are instead that way for the rest your lives. Why? So they can make more money. There really is nothing worse...well..there is one thing.
Cooperate Psychologists. These sick individuals are payed out of a large company's deep wallet to do whatever it's CEO, or, in this situation, Chairman desire. They work to do as their boss wishes, and are rewarded for it. They have no souls, quite honestly, and on this occasion is no different. What occasion is that? Warfare. You see, as Fallen Souls made his dreadful return to his locker room shortly following his encounter with a superb tag team, and his currently arch nemesis, he was already in pain. That pain though, was nothing in comparison to seeing the cruel sight of Chairman Gingerdude sitting in the middle of his spacious locker room. The good Chairman had a wide smile on his face, something that never signified good intentions, and waved for Fallen to enter the room with enthusiasm. What could the plan be now? As Fallen had little choice in the matter, he entered and shut the door behind him, watching Ginger carefully. This man could not be trusted.
FSX: What are you doing here now, Ginger...? Here to talk about what happened earlier in the night? Because I already explained it, I was looking for an important ta--
Ginger: No, no! That's not it at all! Please, take a seat next to me!
How peculiar. Rather then immediately digging in to Fallen's emotions, and riding him like a dog for what had occurred earlier in the night, he was instead patting the seat next to him and smiling happily. It was freaky, quite honestly. Still, again, Fallen had little choice in the matter. With a sigh he slowly walked over to the Chairman, staring at him for a moment before having a seat next to him, appearing quite uncomfortable.
FSX: So...what do you want then?
Ginger: Oh..that's the best part!! I want to give you...a very special gift.
It was right about this point that Fallen notably moved his chair a decent distance from Ginger, staring over at the elder Chairman quite disturbed.
FSX: I don't..really..swing that way, though thanks for the offer.
Ginger: Wait..what?! No!!!
Ginger appears quite embarrassed right away, his face becoming red as he suddenly stands, looking irritated now.
Ginger: Forget sugar coating it then, I've hired you a therapist!
FSX: Wait..what?! I don't need one!
Fallen appeared quite irritated at this point as well now, standing from his chair also as their was a silent knock at the door. Both individuals suddenly turned their attention to it, both appearing quite irritated.
Both: Come in!!
No one seemed to answer at first, before the door slowly opened and a middle-aged man stepped in. He appeared to be quite well dressed, and their was a smug sense to him, though something also appeared quite sinister in his presence. He took two steps in, and the door seemed to slam behind him as he stared at both Ginger and Fallen, with a menacing glance.
Man: Ahh..how convenient to meet you both here!
Ginger: Who the hell are you?!
Man: Oh...where are my manners. My name is Vincent Rhodes. I am the psychologist who was sent here..on request of yourself, I believe.
The smile suddenly returned to Ginger's face upon hearing this, as he seemed to light up and glance over at Fallen smugly. All FSX could do is shake his head and look over this man, not enjoying his aura one bit.
Ginger: Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rhodes. This is Fallen Souls, he will be your patient over the next few weeks.
FSX: Not going to happen. Nope. Never.
He knew his rights, after all. Despite the fact that ACW may currently be employing him, they could not suddenly assign him a Psychologist without priorly informing him. Fallen had nothing to worry about.
Vincent: Oh, but you will. The papers have been signed by both sides.
Ginger: That's right!! Since your working here straight out of the loonie bin, we got them to confirm we could assign you a therapist with your consent.
FSX: What are you talking about?! You have no right!
Vincent: Oh, but he does! Your mental health must be in question for me to be called here, and I'm quite sure you do need my assistance.
Ginger: Yup, we'll both be keeping an eye on you with these sessions, Fallen!
Vincent: ...If you don't mind, Chairman, I'd like your involvement to cease at this point, and for you to have absolutely nothing to do with our further meetings.
Vincent took a few steps forward as he disregarded the chairman for a moment, keeping his eyes on Fallen the entire time.
Ginger: Wait, what?! You can't do that! I'm paying YOU!
Vincent: I'm well aware of that, but you gave me control over this situation in our prior conversations. I refuse to hear another word of this, Chairman. If you'll be on your way.
The only reaction Ginger could manage at this point was for his mouth to hang open in shock of being told what to do, as if he was a child. He appeared prepared to strike up another string of complaints, before the terms of his agreement with this psychologist ran through his mind. Lawsuits are scary, and with the thought of one being filed, it wasn't long before Ginger was gone from the room. Fallen simply shook his head at this as he was left alone with the Psychologist, as Vincent took a few more steps toward the door.
FSX: Do what you want, you'll get nothing out of me.
Vincent: Oh, you will comply, Xavier. I guarantee that we will discover the source of your behavior through our sessions. Until that time, however, I bid you farewell...
Fallen simply shook his head again at the comment, smiling with confidence as he believed this Vincent fellow had no way of getting any information from him. After all, what could he possibly discover about Fallen? He wasn't about to tell him anything. It was just another pitiful attempt to gain respect by Ginger, after all, and it would surely fail....but..wait a second...
FSX: Did you just call me Xavier..?
As he took a look up to question the man, he discovered that Vincent had already made his leave. There was something...very discomforting about him, though he wasn't quite sure what just yet. It seemed as if there was a cold chill running through the room soon after his departure, as he found himself shivering a moment later, holding onto himself as he rocked back and forth. It had been such a long time since anyone called him by the name 'Xavier'. Not since childhood, in fact. How bizarre...who told Vincent his name? Just how would this 'Psychologist' change the course of things in Fallen's life? Will it distract his attention from his intense fury toward XS3? What will become of all this, as Heatwave quickly approaches? Only time will tell..and for now, time shows the Main Event approaches!!
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:45:14 GMT -5
Segment: Secrets of Big Sister-hood (Credit: BK/AK)
The show is now well advanced, and having narrowly prevented Kevin Anderson from having a mental breakdown, Alicia Laureano is now back in her locker room. She sits cross-legged on the couch, holding what looks like a pencil in one hand.
Alicia: Ready?
On the floor, Princess also sits, her hands held out in front of her a few inches apart.
Princess: Yes.
Alicia hesitates for a second, then drops the pencil; Princess claps her hands together and catches it about half way down the shaft. She beams with pride.
Princess: See? That was easy!
Alicia smiles.
Alicia: That was ok, Zelda. You could get much better with practice.
Princess looks a little annoyed.
Princess: Hmph! I bet you’re not that fast.
Alicia: Oh, really? Switch places with me.
Princess stands up confidently, and they change around. Princess stands on the couch and holds the pencil up high; Alicia lifts her hands – and Princess “accidentally” drops the pencil early. Her grin, though, becomes wide-eyed surprise as Alicia snaps her hands together with blinding speed, catching the pencil by its tip.
Princess: …………….wow!
Alicia smiles.
Alicia: There’s a small lesson from me to you, Peach; however good you are, there’s always going to be someone better out there somewhere. And they’ll show up when you’re least ready for it if you just assume you hold all the cards.
Princess bounces down on the couch, looking very serious all of a sudden.
Princess: Well, I’m going to practice lots and lots, until I’m as great as my daddy is.
Alicia: As good at catching pencils?
Princess giggles.
Princess: Nooo! As great at everything. I’m going to be a World Champion, and make amazing music, and be a producer, and…. And lots of other cool stuff. Everyone's going to know who I am!
Alicia nods.
Alicia: Very impressive. That’s going to be a lot of hard work, but if you put your mind to it, you could do all of that, and more. You might even beat Yoko one of these days.
Princess abruptly frowns.
Princess: No. I don’t want to. She’s… she’s not like she used to be.
Alicia is slightly taken aback. She thinks for a moment as she sits herself back down again on the couch next to her guest.
Alicia: Why do you say that?
Princess: Daddy says she’s in with bad people. I used to really like Yoko, but daddy says she’s setting a bad example.
Princess pulls her feet up on to the couch, and looks at Alicia. She seems a bit torn over something.
Princess: Do you think Yoko’s bad now?
Her eyes are both innocent and wise at the same time, and Alicia knows that only an honest answer will do.
Alicia: …….no, I don’t think that.
Princess’ eyes become a bit wider. Alicia folds her legs up next to her.
Alicia: I know that it might be a bit confusing, but Yoko is a very capable, very smart young woman. She still dresses like a schoolgirl when she’s wrestling, but that’s just pretending. Yoko’s been here long enough to be able to make her own choices, and since I respect Yoko a lot, I respect her choices too. Even if I don’t agree with them.
Alicia looks to see whether she’s explained in too complicated a way for Princess to grasp, but Princess just looks thoughtful. “She’s a smart cookie”, Alicia thinks to herself.
Princess: Does that mean I can still like some of Yoko if I want, then?
Alicia nods.
Alicia: You can still like, even love a person when they do bad things. When you do something naughty, you get told off, but your parents still love you just as much, don’t they? Well, it’s ok to do that yourself with other people. And you’ll need to practice that just like the pencil exercise. It’s an important part of your job, after all.
Princess looks at her again.
Princess: What job? I don’t have a job, well not yet anyway. Oooh ooh, one time I had a lemonade stand...and I made 4 dollars! But I've never had a REAL job. Mommy says maybe I can get a paper round when I’m older…
Alicia pretends to be surprised.
Alicia: But of course you have a job, it’s one of the most important jobs there is.
She looks back and forth as if looking for eavesdroppers, and then leans close.
Alicia: You’re… a big sister. Trust me, I’ve been one most of my life, it’s a very special task, only special girls get chosen for it.
Alicia now has Princess’ full attention; Princess wiggles closer on the couch, entering into the “game” with enthusiasm and a bit of pride.
Princess: Mommy told me a little bit. She said I’d be able to help her with my baby brother as he gets older.
Alicia: That’s right. As the oldest one of the pair of you, you will get to do everything first – be in the school play, take your exams, go to the prom, graduate, and everything else. That means that when your brother comes to those same stages, you will be able to help him not to make the same mistakes which you did.
Princess: Trust me, I won’t make mistakes.
Alicia laughs.
Alicia: Not on purpose, but some will sneak up on you, like the pencil. A mistake is not usually a bad thing the first time you make it, because it teaches you more than getting something right.
Princess: I guess…
Alicia: Don’t worry, you’ll handle things just fine. Then when your brother comes along, he’ll make a whole host of other mistakes, because boys invariably do. That’s ok too, because he’ll have you to help him get over them.
Princess folds her arms.
Princess: I don’t know… what do I get out of this? At least on a paper round you get paid money.
Alicia smiles.
Alicia: Well, for the first few years you’ll argue a lot. Then, when you both get older, you’ll argue about different things. But even as you’re driving one another crazy, you’ll be learning all about one another. You’ll know him better than any other man other than one you might eventually choose to marry, and he’ll know you better than anyone too, even better than your closest girlfriends. That’s a very valuable thing, because only if you really know someone can you help them to be as strong and as great as they possibly can be.
She pauses to let this sink in a little.
Alicia: I’ve always had my sister to look out for me, and Yoko has Yuki to look out for her, and we owe a lot to them… the thing is that we only have that because we took up the mantle of being Big Sisters, and did the best we could. If you want to be just as great as your father is, the most important thing you can do is look out for your bro. It’ll be really difficult some of the time, but that’s not a problem for Princess London, right?
Princess beams.
Princess: Right! I’m going to be the best wrestler, musician, producer and big sister ever!
Suddenly a knock is heard at the door.
Alicia: I’ll just be one second Princess.
Alicia treads over to the door, where there stands BK London.
Alicia: Ah BK, I’ll suppose you’ll want to take the little tike.
BK: Hehe, yeah, well I’d leave her – but I’m sure Kiley would get mad at me if I came home without her.
Alicia: Princess, it’s time to go honey.
Princess: Awwww! Five more minutes daddy, pleeeease.
BK: Sorry pumpkin, but we have to catch our flight back to Brooklyn.
She grabs the pencil from the floor, sliding off of the couch with a thump.
Princess: Can we practice again some other time? Please? Next time I’ll be really good at it.
Alicia smiles.
Alicia: As you wish, Buttercup. As you wish.
The two embrace with a hug as BK smiles, and now Princess goes back into the arms of her daddy.
BK: Thanks again, Alicia.
Alicia: No problem, I actually had fun. Goodbye BK, Goodbye Princess.
Princess: G’bye Alicia!
The pair make their way down the corridor and now Princess looks up at her daddy.
Princess: Why are we going so soon daddy? The main event hasn’t even started. I’m sure if Ric Flair was here, he’d be angry.
BK chuckles.
BK: Two things, I’ve got to get you home to mommy and well, it’s time for me to train.
Princess: For your match against that big scary pervert?
BK: Pervert? Who taught you that?
Princess: Mommy did.
It all comes back to him, the hospital room just a month ago.
BK: Ah, right. Yes, against Thunderkiss.
Princess: Oh, but I have to show you what Alicia taught me.
The sounds of them speaking can be heard from down the hallway as they make their way out of the arena. And while BK seems to be happy at this moment, will this turn out the same as he heads into Heatwave this Sunday? You’ll have to tune in to find out.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:45:36 GMT -5
INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT Match 5: Jason Freeman vs. 'The Senator' Steve Phillips (Credit: FSX)
A night of pure excitement has already graced us this evening, but to our pleasure it's not over just yet! Despite the epic encounters we've already seen, there is still one more to take place, and it may just be the most important of the night! In this match we see Jason Freeman, a former International Champion who appears to of grown quite obsessed with retaining a belt he believes to be rightfully his in one corner, and a true mentor to all me in the other. The Senator has been competing in rings across the world for over twenty years now, and he truly has become a master inside those ropes. Honors to the left of him, and success to the right, everything has been going well for the political juggernaut. But with such controversy over the leadership of the Senatorial Stable, and his title in constant jeopardy, how long can this man of steel hang on? Is this Freeman's night to shine? And just how will these events influence Heatwave? Enough stalling, it's time to find out as Phillip enters the ring once more!
Phillip: Ladies and Gentleman, it is time for your Main Event!
There are various cheers throughout the crowd in attendance, though many are obviously disappointed this superb night of action had to come to an end.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the International Championship!
Many in attendance seem quite over anxious, as various boos and jeers are heard even before "Ugly" by The Exies thunders out of the sound system.
Phillip: Introducing first...your challenger. Hailing from Long Island, New York...he is a FORMER INTERNATIONAL Champion and Member of the Senatorial Stable....Jason FREEEEEEEMAN!
The largely negative reaction persists as Freeman finally makes his appearance onto the ramp, a smug sense of self-confidence radiating off him as he slowly walks out, stopping on the ramp to pose for those in attendance. Aside from the squeals of several teenage girls, this is taken quite negatively by those in attendance, as he is booed at even louder perhaps during the rest of his trek to the ring. He seems to care very little about the fans, however, as Freeman's focus is obviously on the difficult contest ahead of him! Rolling into the ring, he poses once more well on his knees, before making his way to a corner, staring down the entrance ramp.
Phillip: And his opponent...
That was all that was needed for many to grow crazy in attendance, loud roaring chants of 'SEN-A-TOR' starting before 'Hail to the Chief' even begins to play. This crowd sure is confusing...loving one member of the senatorial stable, well despising another.
Phillip: As of tonight, he hails from Washington, DC! He is a former ACW World Champion....The FOUNDER of the Senatorial Stable...Senator of Illinois....And a REAL nice choice for a surprise presidential candidate.--
Phillip seems to continue to ramble on of Senator's accolades, even as he makes his way out onto the ramp. Senator acknowledges some fans as he makes his way down to the ring, and Phillip quickly notices his presence; skipping to the end of his long list.
Phillip: The CURRENT INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, 'Senator' STEEEEVE PHILLIPS!
And with that, Phillip quickly exited the ring the moment that Senator rolled into it. Lucky timing, no? But still, it was finally time! The main event! The last match to take place before Heatwave this Saturday!! Who will be the better man? Both Senator and Freeman give each other a nod as they circle the ring, awaiting for the bell to ring.....and so it did.
Bell Rings.
Finally, the obvious Match of the Night candidate was about to begin. Which of these men would manage to secure the early advantage? Who would be able to maneuver themselves into control? We'd soon find out, as both continued to circle each other in the ring. It was as if they were both trying to read each others movements, knowing that they had trained together long enough to expect the unexpected from their opponent. As they circled each other and tried to judge each others pattern of thought, it appeared that Freeman would be the first to act. Jason must of spotted a hole in Senator's form, as he suddenly rushed forward to attempt a double-leg takedown. This would of worked if he was fighting any other man this evening, but unfortunately he found himself against the best in the business! As he grabbed his legs, he was stopped from tossing Senator to the ground as Steve managed to drop to a knee and counter with a front facelock. It was at this point that Freeman pulled out a card no one would of ever seen coming from his playbook. He tapped out. The referee himself had to check with twice, as Freeman appeared to be tapping almost immediately following put into the front facelock. It couldn't of been punishing him that much, could it? With little other choice in the matter, the confused referee called for the bell and Senator released the hold, looking just as confused as our referee.
Phillip: Er...what?.....The winner of this match..and...still International Champion, The Senator...?
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:46:08 GMT -5
The fans are shocked…and they instantly begin to boo…what was that? Steve Phillips seems just as surprised, as his belt is handed to him. He holds it up, not really knowing what else he is supposed to do. Jason Freeman stands up looking at the Senator, and Phillips looks back. The Senator seems a bit confused, and it is then that Freeman's face becomes apparent. It is not a look that anybody has seen Freeman make before. His eyes. They are cold. Glaring. Freeman exits the ring to get a microphone, moving slowly, and never taking his eyes off the Senator. Something just isn’t right. He gets back into the ring, and when he talks, it’s in a sarcastic voice…but not the same kind of sarcasm he usually uses. This is sarcasm out of anger, and Freeman could not be angrier.
Freeman: And so, Senator wins again. Senator defends his title in a hard-fought match against his underutilized, under appreciated, underrated, undercard underling. Wow, that’s just great! Let’s hear it for Senator!
Freeman begins to clap his hands. But once again, this isn’t his usual form of sarcasm. While mock clapping, he doesn’t break his glare off Senator.
Freeman: Well, that’s just great. I mean, come on, did anybody think I had a chance? Because I KNOW that I know one person who didn’t. He’s standing right here. Take a bow, why don’t you? You didn’t think I was worth anything from day one! Nobody did. And you know what? Now, you are still the International Champion. Congratulations. You can now go on to face Hunter and Rattlesnake at Heatwave, and you can then defend your title, and find out who the leader of the Senatorial Stable is. Now, you can have your little match, and settle your little argument, and defend your little title…but you know what? I can honestly say that I don’t care. I could care less about that match, and do you want to know why? Because it no longer concerns me at all!
It takes a second, but the fans realize the true implications of what Freeman has just said. Freeman’s glare intensifies…as he stares right into the Senator’s eyes. It is obvious that he has no regrets about what he just did. The Senator's expression is hard to read, but while he seems surprised for a second, that feeling quickly fades. It is obvious that he isn’t really shocked by the turn of events, and instead, it becomes obvious that he had been suspicious of this happening for a while now. Phillips shakes his head slowly, looking like he is about to speak, but Freeman isn’t going to give him that chance.
Freeman: Yeah, that’s right, I am going to officially say this here and now. The Senatorial Stable has NOTHING to do with me anymore. Do you know why? It’s because ever since I joined the stable I’ve had nothing but disrespect. I repeat myself, I suppose. I have said this before, have I not? And yet…has it made a difference? Have I been shown any more respect? Of course not! Am I not a former International Champion? I did defend that title at Omega Effect, you know. Sure…I lost it eventually, of course, thanks to my stable’s lack of concern about my match. Their lack of concern about my CAREER, I should say.
Senator: I have half a mind to take your delusional, rotting head off right now, after that utter mockery you made out of the title defense that I generously gave you…but I know that would not be the best solution. I hope you understand that what you are doing right now is a result of things that are just inside your head, and---
Freeman: NO! NO! No, it is NOT inside my head. Was it “Inside my head” when you guys never helped me in that match where I lost my title? Was it “In my head” every time Hunter would refuse to acknowledge my membership of this stable? Was it “In my head” when you refused to let me come to ringside for your match? WAS IT “IN MY HEAD” WHEN I---
Senator: ENOUGH! It seems that all you are doing is going around in endless circles! You have said all of this before, and none of it means any more, none of it makes any more sense now, than it did the first time. You continue to repeat yourself, wondering why, oh why, you do not get any respect. Let me tell you something, boy. Respect is earned, not asked for. You say you are going to make a difference, but trust me, this is not the type of difference you wish to make.
Freeman: Oh, Oh, okay. I’m going in circles?! Maybe I should change things up a little bit. Let’s go over the past month. Nice and orderly, just for you. Okay...so after the incident with Thunderkiss and my title that we have discussed many times, you know that I took two weeks off. I took two weeks to just get things in order. Do you have any idea how long it took for me to do that? It’s hard to explain I suppose...what I went through in my mind…but I will try! I’ll try to explain it!
Freeman is now breathing heavily…his eyes are almost scary. They are showing pure hatred. He has barely blinked throughout his whole speech, and not once have his eyes left the Senator’s. Freeman hasn’t turned his head at all, and his eyes were set in their furious glare.
Freeman: Of course, I realized that my stable did not respect me. Part of me wanted to just…give it up. Quit the stable. But of course part of me thought that I was over thinking it. I would have…moments…moments of anger. Where I couldn’t control it. I’ve been having them over the past month. I’d just suddenly get FURIOUS. About everything. About the situation with the Senatorial Stable, and the fact that I was never booked in any matches. I was beyond angry. I would think that I needed to do SOMETHING. Something DRASTIC. That I was totally looked down upon, and that I could fix that if I would just separate myself from the people that are holding me down. That I was thought of as nothing, and that it was the fault of my stable. And then…and then I would calm myself down. Tell myself that I’d prove it to them…tell myself that’s it’s in my head…whatever it would take!
Freeman shakes his head, and he continues breathing heavily, sweat dropping off his forehead. These spurts of anger had been hitting him recently…starting most noticeably from when he yelled at his stable. But they hadn’t stopped. He had controlled himself, but at the same time had lost all control.
Freeman: But wait! I came to a realization! I realized that these moments of anger were not moments of anger at all. No. They were moments where the wall of lies and false hopes that I had told myself…that others had told me…and that I had convinced myself were true was shattered, and the REAL truth shone through. The truth that didn’t have me saying “I’ll prove myself to them”, but the truth that had me saying “I’ll SHOW them.” I’ve got no problem with working with a group. Working alone is fine too. But for me right now, it's neither of the two. I’m alone IN a group. A group that looks at me and sees nothing, and a group that I was too blind to realize was not doing me any good.
Senator: I would hardly say that! When you were down, we brought you back up! When you had no credibility left, the simple act of joining up with us gave it back! Even when you were going around half baked, not helping out one iota, the sheer fact of your Stable membership STILL raised you up above most others on your level around here! You messed up, plain and simple.
Freeman: Of course you would see it that way. "Not helping out one iota." Exactly what all of you guys have been thinking for months now, isn't it? And while I personally do believe that the stable did help me gain some credibility, it is a pity that they never saw that credibility themselves! Don’t you understand this??!! You act like I simply miss the chances to prove myself. Don't you get that you haven't GIVEN me the chances to prove myself? If you had actually had a little more trust in me for the past month…at least enough to let me even ACCOMPANY you to ringside so I could DO something, then maybe we wouldn’t be HAVING this conversation. You haven’t trusted me at ALL! Here it is again! You “knew” that I would be no help at all to you. That I was in the stable, but not IN the stable. I wasn't valuable enough to help you.
Senator: Amazing, simply amazing, you have simply demonstrated the very qualities that led me to believe that you were becoming less trustworthy to begin with! Placing value in the words of such noted malcontents as Thunderkiss, going off at random times on myself and other Stable members, you ruined everything that you had in the Stable, nobody else did that to you. Perhaps it was just the stress of the industry that got to you, and that is understandable, I know very well how much such things can break down a man, and I believe that you simply buckled. It happens to the best of them. What a shame, however, if you just would have tried to seek help instead of…
Freeman: SHUT UP!!!!!
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Post by BK London on Aug 20, 2007 16:46:26 GMT -5
Freeman can’t even control his anger enough to speak. He has to pause. He can not get the words out. The anger in his eyes has intensified even more, while Phillips looks up, a definite line having been crossed yet again. After a long pause, he picks the microphone up to his mouth, and waits before speaking. He was unable to calm himself down, obviously, but he at least is now able to speak.
Freeman: I don’t think you get this yet. I honestly don’t. Here it is. Listen. Do you understand how hard it was for me? To go through this??!! To feel held down for so long? I looked up to you Senator. And everybody in the stable. But now? I realize now…I realize something…there is no REASON to respect you! You hold yourself above me, but that does not mean that I have to hold myself below you! I do NOT hold myself below you any longer! And you know what? It is SO hard to put everything into words. I can’t do it without getting furious. I can’t do it without going in circles, or ranting, because THAT’S HOW MY THOUGHTS WERE! THIS is how my thoughts WENT! They went in circles! They ran on! It’s confusing, Senator, and I don’t know if you’ve experienced this, so…I’m going to try to cut this short. As short as I can.
Freeman takes a step closer to Senator, and now he is shaking in anger, with his fists clenched. Senator doesn’t move, though he glares back at Freeman, angry at the blatant disrespect that he is getting. Freeman could care less though. He had needed to say all of this for so long.
Freeman: I felt so many rushes of different feelings at once. I experienced feelings I couldn’t even place. Thoughts I couldn’t even understand. To be so conflicted...to be so angry, and yet so eager…so, so, eager and ready to make something of myself, and yet then feeling SQUASHED by everything. By YOU! By…by the whole stable! By every single member of it! And I am rising AGAINST that. I can’t stand you Senator. I can’t stand every single thing associated with you, and that includes every single member of the Senatorial Stable. FINALLY I am liberated from the ball and chain that would not let me rise! And FINALLY, I have also discovered a way to simplify everything.
Senator: I know that things have been tough, and perhaps that you needed to take drastic measures to regain your footing, but trust me, you have everything wrong, I do not hold myself above you, the sheer weight of the accomplishments of myself, and the others in the Stable do that. You have achieved much already, and will be on track to do much more, so long as you refocus, and do so in a rational way, you can not only reach us, you can do even more! It has not been easy so far, and it will only get tougher, especially if you try to take this walk alone, even more so, if you do so with false guidance. Trust me, you'll never walk alone with the Senatorial Stable, but if you so wish to do so, I merely want to make sure that you do not get things wrong. I appreciate what you have done here, and I think you can do much more, just be patient, pay your dues, and work hard, and keep working harder, and you will be good, trust me on this. We are not holding you back, the only things that hold you back are your own self imposed limits, and the efforts of the competition. Once again, I do not think it will be easy to do so, not by any means, but I do think you can turn things around, and not leave. We have plenty of time to talk about your problems, if need be.
Freeman takes another few steps closer to the Senator, and now he is very close to him. Phillips looks right back into Freeman’s eyes, standing his ground, as if trying to show him that Freeman’s words don’t phase him at all. It seems that Freeman has barely heard any of what Senator has said, or at least that he doesn't care enough anymore to pay them any heed. He is putting all of his thoughts into his next phrase…he goes on in almost an insane fury.
Freeman: Yes, that’s right. It wasn’t easy, but I’m going to put this nice and simple. To take all of the feelings I’ve been experiencing, all of the realizations I’ve made, and everything I’ve gone through in my mind over the past month and simplify it. Just one word. Just. One. Word. ONE WORD that says EVERYTHING at once. I know that you got slammed on your head pretty hard at Omega Effect by Wyvern, and I don’t how your mental health is right now, and I’m putting this nice and simple so that your senile, nuclear optioned brain can understand it.
And with that Freeman inhales deeply, pauses, and then spits right in Phillips’s face…The crowd begins to boo, but this isn’t about heel-heat. This is personal. And then Freeman just stares at the Senator…and in just a few seconds, his facial expression shows a lot. His eyes are filled with fury, and yet at the same time…empty. Freeman is having double vision. While looking at Senator, he sees two things at once. On the one hand, he sees Steve Phillips, the man…and yet on the other hand, he sees more than that. He looks straight through the Senator. Senator right now, represents everything. Everything. He sees the Senatorial Stable through him, and he sees every ounce of disrespect that he’s received. He sees everything that he has believed has been stopping him from reaching his goals. He sees the wall that is in his way…and he plows through it.
By spitting in Senator’s face, he is not showing cockiness...he does it out of sheer contempt, spitting out the bitter bile that was building for months. He can do nothing afterwards except glare. This was effectively, as he said, summing everything up into one word…and at the same time it takes a lot off of his chest…the load he has been carrying for far too long. The act is a representation of such hatred that his furious glare does not break. Time freezes for Freeman, as he finally takes the step that he has needed. He pushes himself over the edge. He breaks away for good.
At the same time, after violently wiping the spit off his face, Senator looks back at Freeman in an indignant fury. For a second, there is a staredown of unbearable tension between the two. Freeman looking furious and defiant, and Senator with the look of a man who is just about to go off the edge…and then he does. Senator breaks, and he throws a fist out that catches Freeman right in the eye. Freeman grabs his head in pain, and then Senator snaps! Senator begins to unload on Freeman, before Freeman has a chance to even flinch! Freeman doesn’t get his hands up…Phillips is furious.
Punch after punch, Senator deals out a horrific beating…hitting Freeman over and over again, punches nailing the departure from the Stable flush in the face, and even a few elbows here and there. Freeman is pushed backwards into the turnbuckle, and with no more room to back up, Phillips gets a good deal of unblocked shots in. The security begin to come out, but not before the Senator has truly done a number on Freeman. The security begins to swarm over Phillips and Freeman, separating them. The Senator tries his best to get at Freeman, and get past the security guards, and a few security guards get knocked down as Senator throws punches in Freeman’s direction. Eventually, however, the security guards manage to get the Senator away. It does not stop him from trying to get past them however…
Freeman on the other hand, is having a totally different reaction. As the security guards pull him away, it is obvious that he has been hit hard. His face definitely doesn’t look good, showing some ugly battle scars from where the Senator connected with his wild attacks. Freeman doesn’t seem to mind it however. He allows the security guards to pull him away, not resisting at all. He doesn’t pay any mind to his injuries. For the first time in a long time, Freeman truly does feel like a freed man. He slowly exits the ring, and begins to walk backwards down the ramp without taking Senator out of his sights. His look now loses most of its angry qualities picking up more of a cold and intense demeanor.
The Senator continues to try to break free of the security, but it is no use. Freeman is already leaving, and Phillips can do nothing, except watch. That does not stop his attempts at a quick retaliation, however, with his vain struggles coming to nothing. The camera goes back to Freeman, still backing up the ramp, looking at Senator. Freeman exhales long and hard, and finally breathes normally. The camera picks up his words as he backs up.
Freeman: I got what I wanted…
Jason Freeman slowly steps back towards the entranceway, the angry look on his face demonstrating his apparent inner turmoil, while Phillips gives up on getting away from the horde of black shirted guards in front of him…but was Freeman right? Did he get what he wanted?
Will the Senatorial Stable survive these recent conflicts from within?
Will P-Dogg ever win a big match, ever again?
What's better than a plate of fresh baked brownies? (Ask Stark for the answer to that one)
Will Wyvern manage to hold off the challengers to keep the belt in his nefarious grasp?
Fade Out
End Of Show, finally.
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Post by xs3 on Aug 20, 2007 16:47:31 GMT -5
Moar like Teh Wyvern Show.
Awesome job everyone. Heatwave AHOOOOOOOOOOY!
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Aug 20, 2007 16:49:55 GMT -5
The Wyvern Show! Featuring ACW. Great show, I have to go back and read most of it cause I only caught bits due to your fast posting. Oh, and....ONTO HEATWAVE!
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Post by Fallen Souls on Aug 20, 2007 17:25:28 GMT -5
Did Jujubes whore out my ultimate-finisher in a tag match? ....wait a tic...I WON a match?!?!?! O__O great wyvern show >.>
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Post by Thunderkiss on Aug 20, 2007 20:58:18 GMT -5
Princess: For your match against that big scary pervert? BK: Pervert? Who taught you that? Princess: Mommy did. It all comes back to him, the hospital room just a month ago.BK: Ah, right. Yes, against Thunderkiss. G'Damn, I just spent the last 5 minutes laughing at that. Great work.
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Post by scrawn on Aug 21, 2007 11:50:20 GMT -5
Awesome show
On to Heatwave!
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Post by starkweather on Aug 23, 2007 15:29:26 GMT -5
The tag match involving Flamingo and FSX was confounding.
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Post by Scott Andrews on Aug 23, 2007 21:19:59 GMT -5
The tag match involving Flamingo and FSX was confounding. Agree'd. Why do you think I chose to take my match for Heatwave? Sorry, Jujube, but I think you need a bit of practice and maybe closer reading of peoples characters as well. You'll get there.
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