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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 16:59:15 GMT -5
Segment: “Running on Empty” Credit: Zero/T-Kiss/Black & White [There he sits alone in the Entourage locker room. For the first time in great while he has a moment all to himself. Soaking as much silence in as he possibly can, he tries his best to clear his mind of all his current burdens. Anna, the Twin Snakes, Steve Phillips, Jake Cheng, the stalker and other thoughts are driven from his mind and replaced with a simple yet effective void. Finally ... peace has been achieved.] Jay Zero: Oh— hey there Kiss.[/color] [Or maybe not...] Jay Zero: What’s up? You look like shit. [/color] [He speaks the truth. The bags under his eyes tell the story of a man who is in need of a major recharge. Finding Zero’s comment more amusing than irritating, Thunderkiss cannot help let out a chuckle before responding.] Thunderkiss: You don’t know the half of it Z. Jay Zero: Seriously, are you okay? I mean—just look at yourself! When was the last time you actually went out and had a good time doing the old wacky things that you’re known for? Kiss all these things you’ve been doing lately- it has to be taking a toll on you. The Presidential stuff, the business meetings, the baby and not to mention you pulling double duty at a PPV again .... how the hell are you getting any sleep?[/color] Thunderkiss: Don’t worry about me, I’ve been through worse. Aiden! You good for nothing loser! Go out and do something with your life! Thunderkiss: Much worse. *pause* Now if you’ll excuse me, my presence is needed in the interview room so I can bore the masses with the usual “I hate you, you hate me” drivel that’s all the rage around these parts. [As Thunderkiss rises and exits the room, he wishes he could tell Zero about the biggest burden of them all that awaits him on his 30th birthday. Though the two are close, it is doubtful that even his best friend would take him seriously thus he continues to remain mum. Even still, he appreciates Zero’s concern during a very trying time in his life. In fact, it is this line of thought that stops TK halfway out the door. Turning back around, in a rare moment Thunderkiss feels compelled to express his feelings to another.] Thunderkiss: Hey Zero. Jay Zero: Yeah?[/color] Thunderkiss: Thanks for always being there. [Thunderkiss walks off, leaving Zero a tad stunned by the preceding events. A few steps outside down the hallway something very unexpected and unplanned occurs. Tripping over something, Thunderkiss lands face first onto the cold tiled floor.] Thunderkiss: The hell?! ... oh no ... [Looking down at his feet Thunderkiss realizes what he has tripped over - the fallen body of limousine driver turned security guard Leeroy Jenkins. As he lays totally unconscious its obvious to Thunderkiss that foul play is at work here and a note pinned to Leeroy’s chest confirms it. Already knowing its’ author, TK doesn’t delay the inevitable and pulls it off Leeroy so that he may read it.] Hey
I was thinking about you again last night. It upsets me that I can't wake up with you resting on my chest. I bet you sleep like an angel. Hmm, the mere thought of it makes my cock harden with excitement, my pulse racing, my thoughts all with you....
...But I wanna know. Do I scare you? Do I terrify you? Do I make you fear for your life? If so, that's ok baby. I can be gentle...
Black and White
ps: I Love You.
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[Crumpling the note in his hands, The Worldbreaker has only the following to say aloud.] Thunderkiss: Can’t say the feeling’s mutual, pal.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 16:59:54 GMT -5
Every Action Has an Equal and Opposite Reaction Alex Richmond/Jason Freeman/Jonny Hughes We open to Alex Richmond, still in his wrestling attire, storming down one of ACW’s many hallways. He has just been cost his first ACW match and his facial expression shows exactly how he feels about it. He rounds a corner and nearly knocks over Charlotte King. She leaps backwards to avoid the collision before quickly regaining her composure and speaking.Charlotte: Could I possibly have a few words on what happened out there? Richmond: ”What happened out there”!?! What happened out there was a TRAVESTY! It was all going so well until Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Fucking Dum showed up!! I will NOT stand for this – there will be bloodshed, I GUARANTEE IT!Charlotte: Well some people would say you’d set yourself up for this type of response after you vandalized Demon Inc’s locker room. Many have commented that in your efforts to make an impact here in ACW you’ve crossed the wrong people. Another such incident also happened when you interfered in the International Title Match between Jason Freeman and Jon Taylor. What would you say to these people? Richmond: I would let them know, in no uncertain terms, that their opinion doesn’t mean JACK to me! A lot of people in ACW whine and bitch – Jason Freeman being a prime example – whereas I do what I have to, to make my MARK! Do I think I’ve put a great dirty bullseye right on my back? Probably. Is it nothing I can’t handle – HELL NO! If Demon Inc hadn’t blindsided me it would have been a TOTALLY different story! Jason Freeman – same goes for you, you are NOTHING I cannot deal with. I wouldn’t even break a damn sweat.As Richmond concludes his rant the unmistakeable sound of someone running can be heard. The noise gets louder so it’s clear whoever it is is coming towards this position. Richmond turns around...only to see a furious Jason Freeman! WHAM! Jason Freeman connects with a fist to his face, before he has a chance to react. The effect is that of prodding an angry animal with a stick...so frustrated is Richmond that this shot enrages him, and he decides to take it all out on Freeman! BAM! He punches Freeman back, and they trade blows...seemingly...Richmond is able to gain an advantage...but unfortunately for him, this was the plan! So distracted is he, that he fails to notice Hughes approach from behind! Hughes quickly grabs Richmond's arms, and holds them back...and this was what Freeman was waiting for!
The momentary advantage is all that is needed. Freeman rapidly fires shots to the face of Richmond, and Richmond was so taken by surprise by Hughes that he is unable to counter. Hughes is content to hold Richmond back...this is Freeman's revenge right now...and just watching an Entourage member decimated is enough for him! Wham wham wham, more punches hitting the face of Richmond...and a trickle of blood rolls down his forehead...Hughes then spins Richmond around, and pulls on his arm, yanking him in with enough momentum to hit a spinning backbreaker, and then falling backwards to hit a reverse STO...RIGHT INTO THE WALL, completing a DEVATATING showpiece. This finishes Richmond off...and he lies on the ground groaning.
Hughes and Freeman look to each other silently, and look down at the fallen Richmond. That's all they needed to do. Just send a message and get some revenge...mission accomplished.Freeman: Nice job...we got him...and that'll teach them not to--- Hughes: What are you talking about?! A confused glance to Hughes from Freeman...Freeman: What do you mean? We just knocked out one of their members...so... Hughes: No. I mean...what do you mean that "That'll teach them". Freeman: I meant that...we did what we had to do, and we got some revenge... Hughes: No. What I mean is...why stop now? Hughes looks at the fallen Richmond with an unreadable expression on his face...the success of this stirred something in them. The Senatorial Stable had not had much violence on Entourage lately, and Freeman and him had been the first to finally strike back. And would they stop with slightly stunning one member?Hughes: We got one. Sure. But you know what? When we agreed on this, you said it yourself. We were going to do this for the stable. We've started a job, and let's continue it! I don't know what Senator and Falcon are planning on doing, but at least SOME members are going to be gaining some momentum! Freeman pauses...and then he grins...is Hughes suggesting what he thinks he is?Freeman: You mean...you want us to... Hughes: How about we win another small battle, Freeman. Freeman: Earlier you...you...you didn't even want to WORK with me. Hughes: I'll do what I have to Freeman...come on. With that Hughes walks off...and Freeman seems surprised...but he follows after, clearly happy with the way things are turning out. As they walk off, we get one last look at the bleeding Richmond...who begins to stir on the ground...and lifts his head for a second...clearly stunned, and half unconscious, but with enough sense left in him to glare off in the direction of Freeman and Hughes. This isn't over.Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:00:21 GMT -5
Segment (OTA): The Truth is False (Credit: Hunter)
July 4th, 2007 11:52 PM
The lights go off outside of the window at various intervals, each carrying its own unique bang. He was never one for celebrations, but he cannot help but take his eyes off of the lights. They are hypnotizing, even...calming to a certain extent. He has been through much over the past few months. He has killed more men than he ever expected to, and he has amazingly gotten away with it. He has accomplished precisely what he wanted to accomplish. And yet...is there anything left? When one has achieved one's life goal so early in life, has one's life ended? Or will there be more goals? More...people to kill? Is there even any point to any of it? All that matters now is that they are dead. Every single one of them. And nothing will bring them back. And yet, lying there on a couch in the center of the Senatorial Office, half empty beer bottle in hand, his eyes trained on the fireworks exploding outside his window, Andrew Hunter can feel nothing but regret.
Hunter: Happy fucking anniversary.
He raises the bottle and slightly salutes the fireworks, and then drinks some more. Suddenly, he hears the door open and shut in a matter of seconds. He turns his head at a small angle to look at who is there, but he sees no one. Although the room is without a single light, he nevertheless feels he should see someone. After all, his eyes have gotten used to the darkness.
Hunter: Hello?
No reply. He picks himself up and stares at the door, and then approaches it. Nothing. He then turns around, and instantly ceases to breathe. A human form lies on the couch, much in the same position he was just in. In its hand is not a half empty beer bottle, however; instead, it holds a lengthy pistol. Hunter slowly approaches, taking a swig from his bottle just in case. He stops above the human form and stares down at it, completely covered in black. He is certain he knows who it is.
Hunter: It's time, isn't it?
The black figure does not respond. It remains completely bathed in the darkness, the pistol still balanced in hand.
Hunter: Well do it, then, get it over with. If tonight is my night to die, then I will die peacefully. There's nothing left for me.
The figure slightly stirs, and then snorts, of all things. It moves its head up and clears its throat a few times.
?: Hmm, what?
Hunter: ...same question.
?: Goddamn you've got yourself a comfortable couch.
Hunter: ...take it, for all I care.
?: It won't do me much good in hell, I'm afraid.
Hunter: What, Satan doesn't give you much to relax with?
?: Not particularly.
Hunter: You'd think being his favorite little servant he would.
?: ...what? Who the hell do you think I am?
Hunter: The...Angel of Death?
The figure chuckles and rises up out of the couch, approaching the window and looking outside.
?: Man you suck at this.
Hunter: Well who the hell else can you be?
?: Someone who you knew very well for a time. I have come to seek my vengeance.
Hunter: ...well that doesn't really help, sorry.
?: I'm...the man you killed.
Hunter says nothing. His entire body goes numb, and his eyes dart around the room in search of some sort of weapon. Alas, he finds nothing. The figure turns away from the window and slides off the black mask. Hunter gasps.
Hunter: ...Brimstone.
Brimstone's demented lips form a smile, and he blinks with the one good eye he has left. Occasionally a firework goes off behind him and illuminates his face, broken by Hunter's bullets a couple of months back.
Brimstone: Hardy har har, eh, Hunter?
Hunter: What?
Pause.
Brimstone: Shut up, damn it, I'm not good at these things!
Hunter: What...things?
Brimstone: Seeking vengeance and all that shit! I was a fucking hitman for Christ's sake, all we did was sneak up to a guy and shoot the shit out of him. Rarely did we speak, and when we did, it wasn't always the most clever thing in the world. You, though...you always had good speeches prepared. You and your fucking movie worship.
Hunter: I...don't particularly think that has anything to do with it.
Brimstone: Sure it does. It's not like you actually FELT that shit.
Hunter: ...yes I did.
Brimstone: Oh.
Pause.
Brimstone: Well don't you go writing any screenplays on me.
Hunter: What's all this about anyways?
Brimstone looks at the gun in his hand.
Brimstone: Satan made a deal with me; if I can come back here and make my murderer realize the truth about himself, I can be released from hell and walk among people as a...semi-dead zombie dude.
Hunter: That's it? Just...realize the truth?
Brimstone: Yeah, basically.
Hunter: What's the gun for, then?
Brimstone: I dunno, I picked it up along the way. Looks like Dirty Harry's gun, don't it?
He points it at Hunter and does his best Clint Eastwood impression.
Brimstone: "Do you feel lucky, punk? Well...do you?"
Hunter: Seeing as you're carrying the piece, yes.
Brimstone tosses the gun aside and sighs.
Brimstone: Now see, that was just unnecessary.
Hunter smirks and tosses the empty bottle to the side as well.
Hunter: Well fine then, since you're clearly a retard and not a threat to anyone up here, I don't care about you being a semi-dead zombie dude. What's the truth?
Brimstone: Are you sure you want to know? It's totally rad, yo.
Hunter: ...seriously, just tell me.
Brimstone: It'll change your fucking life.
Hunter: I significantly doubt that.
Brimstone: Are you absolutely certain---
Hunter: For fuck's sake, YES!
Brimstone: All right, you asked for it.
He takes a deep breath and looks into Hunter's eyes.
Brimstone: Hunter...I am an extension of your psychological delusions. The nefarious way you chose to dispatch of me only took place in the seriously ill portion of your mind, thereby no one attempted to bar you up in the nearest rehabilitation facility. This was all a part of your wounded and damaged psyche, and thereby you have only further damaged yourself with the unnecessary portrayal of me as your nemesis, considering I was in fact the aforementioned extension, thereby making you waste lengthy sections of this past year on nothingness.
Pause.
Hunter: What?
Brimstone groans.
Brimstone: Oh for fuck's sake: YOU AND I ARE THE SAME PERSON!
Hunter: *GASP!*
Brimstone: Yeah man, totally.
Hunter: ...d...do...do you know what this means?
Brimstone shakes his head.
Hunter: Combined PPV win/loss records!
Brimstone and Hunter both smile gleefully, and then proceed to leap into the air, raising their legs, and childishly high-fiving each other.
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Hunter's eyes open up instantly, and he gazes around the room intently. He is now back in the present, lying on the same couch as he was in this past dream of his. No one else is in the Senatorial Office, and although it is night outside the large windows, there are no fireworks. Hunter sits up and brushes the hair out of his eyes, and then looks up at the clock on the wall. He still has time before his match. He sighs, widening his eyes slightly, and then looks down in his right hand. In it he holds a half empty bottle of beer. He stares at it for a moment and then tosses it over his shoulder, hearing it crash behind him. He then puts his face into his hands and sighs regretfully.
Hunter: Sobriety, here I come.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:01:03 GMT -5
Match 3: Jon Taylor vs Jonny Hughes (Credit: Silencio)
Okay, my excuse fot this match is that I PM'd BK on the 18th for the result of this match, and I waiting up until 5:26 (Eastern) today waiting for the result and BK pmed me the result, but then again the blame shouldn't be put all on him cause I should have asked AK what was the result of this match.
Oh yeah, the match. Anyways, both men come out to their entrances, Cult of Personality by Living Colour for Hughes and Numb by Linkin Park for Taylor. Both men give their titles to the ref who gives them to the timekeeper or whoever gets the titles. Yeah, so this match was a back and forth match, great technical showdown. Both Taylor and Hughes gave it their all in the match.
Early on in the match, Taylor almost locked in the Taylor Lo--I mean the Triangle of Pefection on Hughes, but Hughes pushed his way out and kicked Taylor in the gut and then hit him with a Butterfly Suplex for a two count. The earlier part of the match was dominated by Hughes, who successfully connected with Irish Whip Hip Tosses, Japanese Armdrags, a spinebuster that almost gave him a three count, and a almost made Taylor pass out to a cobra clutch, but Taylor elbowed his way out and blasted Hughes right to the side of the head with an enzuigiri.
The turning point for Taylor. The tide turned as then Taylor dominated the next eight minutes of the match, hitting quick just about all suplexes in the book. Hughes almost fell victim to the Taylor Made (Sitout Front Suplex), but Hughes got out and landed on his feet behind Taylor and connected with a neckbreaker. Huhges covered, but only a two count. Hughes then locked knee bars, leg locks, and spinning toe holds, wearing down the legs and knees of Taylor.
Now to the end of the match. Hughes basically raped Taylor's legs, it's a wonder he can barely stand. Hughes was cut open right above his left eye after Hughes unbuckled the top padding of the turnbuckle, and tried to hit the Whiplash (Wheelbarrow Suplex) to Taylor, but Taylor rolled out of it with a victory roll for a two count. Taylor then got up on noodle legs as Hughes went to hit Taylor with the Burden of Exellence, but before he could he position Taylor, Taylor got out, rolled behind Hughes, and picked him up in the electrich chair position, and hit an electric chair bomb to Hughes as Hughes' face hit the uncovered part of the turnbuckle.
I should really get to the end of the match. Anways, Taylor and Hughes are exchaning punches, as Taylor reverses a right hand from Hughes and locks in the Triangle of Perfection! Hughes is swirling around like a fish out of water as Taylor trips, as they both fall out of the ring through the second rope. Hughes gets up first sa he picks up Taylor, who is almost dead, put somehow Taylor hit a Taylor Made onto the solid concrete!
Both were down! Both were tired, both wrestled their asses off, and both couldn't get in the ring in time for the 10 count
Winners - DRAW
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:01:42 GMT -5
Segment: Escaping 'Reality' (Credit: FSX/?)
The night is only half over, but it already seems to have been eventful enough that many would believe it had already finished, and started over again on several occasions. Seeing that is not the case, however, it ensures everyone quite a bit more show for their dollar! And everyone knows that, seeing it's the show directly before our next PPV, that something big has to happen. Whether it be an unexpected return, an incredible build-up to a match at Ragnarok, or perhaps Reality Sitcom Soap-Opera Television...but all three at once? That is madness!
The first to happen seems to be the latter, as that corny theme song that played first earlier in the night starts up again, and many in attendance groan and shudder at the thought of more Wrestling family action. However, some seem to be quite big on the new phenomenon..and no doubt it will attract some buzz for Ragnarok. It's for the greater good, deep down! After a few more moments, however, the Wrestling Family and the irritating announcer don't make an appearance, and instead the music eventually reverts to "Bel Air" by Malice Mizer, as some general cheers are heard as the man that made a forced Cameo in the antics of 'Meet The Wrestling's' earlier on this evening quickly made his way out to the ring, this time notably fully dressed. He seemed to have a mic in hand, and no intention of doodling as he rolled into the ring.
FSX: Ok! Enough of the madness! I need to have my match right NOW, or I'm going to be found by those crazy masked bastards again! So come on, send out Zero! Let's get this going! Come on!! Hurry it up, Jay!
FSX waits impatiently for a few moments as he stares up the ramp way, seeming to make quite a fuss as he walks in circles in the ring now, cursing to himself as he awaits his opponent.
FSX: Damn it! I don't have time for this! I am NOT going to deal with some crazy black and white reality show again! Hurry it --
But before he can properly continue his rant on fears of Wrestling Reality Families, ”Reds Fan” by Freekbass starts to play. After a few moments Mr. Red appears from the back, many cheering him on as he casually strolls down to the ramp. The true Cincinnati hero pays no mind to Fallen's confused gawks, calmly walking as he nods at a few fans.
FSX: Wait. What's going on here? I didn't ask for some old timey baseball fan! I want Zero! Did he send you? What the hell is going on now?!
Red eventually comes to a stop at the end of the ramp, and stares into the ring at FSX as he stops his complaining, just a bit startled by the glare.
FSX: I'm not in the mood for this, Red! I don't need any more stress tonight! I just want to have my match, and get out of here in piece, okay? So get the hell out of here. Alright?
Red doesn't seem to listen to his plea as he calmly kneels down and pulls out his patented baseball bat, Fallen taking a few steps back as he shakes his head. Red smiles a bit, pulling out a mic as well as he rolls into the ring.
Red: Are you done your bitching? I'm your mystery opponent at Ragnarok. That's right, Mr. Red is back once again! And in 2008, I'm going to make an impact you could only dream of making in your career. Everyone will remember me. Better yet, everyone will remember me smashing your face in FIRST!
FSX: I have a match at Ragnarok..? Great. Just great. Now I have to deal with you too tonight, don't I? Well...if it has to be that way, it has to be that way! You can at the very least fight like a man and get rid of that damned bat!
Red heads to the corner and drops the bat. He turns around and is immediately lifted onto the shoulders of FSX. The crowd roars as they realize that FSX is looking for his Soul Transfer. Red quickly battles out and set FSX up for the Drop of Red. FSX pushes his way out of it and backs against the ropes. He charges Red and attempts the Silence Scissor Kick. Red catches the leg and drops FSX to the mat and tries to lock his Red Lock submission move. FSX scrambles for the ropes and pulls himself out of the ring.
FSX backs up the ramp with Red stalking after him. FSX starts back toward Red and both engage in a battle of punches. Security races out to separate to two combatants.
The camera fades out as FSX and Red are screaming at each other that they will destroy one another at Ragnarok, though most of Fallen's cries are heard as 'Why me?!'
Fade to black.
OOC: ? is Red, obviously.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:02:23 GMT -5
Segment: The Further Continuation of a Running Gag (Credit: Anna / TK)
Wrestlers, backstage workers, cameramen, and even a homeless guy or two scramble to clear the corridor as a slightly pregnant woman sprints past as fast as her wobbly legs can take her.
Anna: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
JOYTOY is hot on her heels, flailing a giant hammer she snatched from a passing stage hand.
JOYTOY: Watch your blood pressure dear! We wouldn’t want you to get pre-eclampsia, now would we?
Two employees are bowled over by the terrified receptionist.
Backstage Worker: Think we should help her?
His buddy contemplates the question for all of two seconds.
Stage Hand: Nah.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:04:08 GMT -5
Segment: Hunger (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Down the hallways, Jake Cheng walks with his gym bag and his street clothes. He has one final statement before the pay per view, I wonder who it is directed at..
Jake: Hello Hunter. I have a one question for you. Are you hungry? I know I am. Now before you get excited, no , I will not take you out to dinner or anything. Just hear me out.
Jake does some generic transition. He cracks his knuckles or inhales or turns a corner or something. I don’t really care which one you choose. It’s like a choose your own adventure book. I just didn’t want a wall-of-text.
Jake: Hunter, you are a two time ACW Heavyweight Champion. Must feel pretty cool? Me, I’ve never even won the International title. But unfortunately, that works to my advantage. Do you know when I had my last Heavyweight Title shot? April 4th....2005. That’s almost three fucking years ago! That was two shows after Genocide when you had to give me my Light-Heavyweight Title back because you a cheating bitch. You haven’t changed much, but I have. Two more Light Heavyweight title runs, both record setters. I led one of the most successful stables in ACW history, whether those bastards want to admit it or not is there problem. I mean, how many of them are left? Yeah, just me.
I can’t even say Untouchables Assemble anymore...
Jake: Come Ragnarok, your reign as champion will be over and at least you had fun, right? I mean, you got to name the November pay-per-view. Lord knows that even Super Happy Fun Penis Day Extravaganza would have been a better name, and it would suit you too. You even had a successful defense against Alicia, not many people have singles wins over her, I know I don’t. But know your just...well, how you really always have been. You step it up when you need to, put on Saturday, you won’t be able to pull a victory out of your ass. I’m prepared.
Now you have to pick a different transition. I mean why would someone crack their knuckles twice? So sometime in the near future, I’m gonna do a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure set of segments. Maybe April. Either that or the other set of Flashback Segments. You guys can choose that too if you want.
Jake: Hunter, you have the title by an accident that was never meant to happen.
Jake gets to a set of double doors. He pushes on the metal bars and the doors open with a loud clunk
Jake: On Saturday, I'll have the title because of destiny.
Jake walks out and the doors slowly shut behind him.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:04:49 GMT -5
Segment: A simple introduction (Credit: Chaz Leland) The camera cuts to a view of a long dark hallway, the lights are flickering. The camera is slowly backing up, out of the darkness, and it meets up with Kevin Anderson and Chaz Leland. Chaz is wearing a long black trenchcoat, and blacksunglasses. Underneath the black trenchcoat is a black shirt with a skull on it and black pants. There is a visible skull belt buckly as well. KEVIN ANDERSON: Ladies and gentlemen I am here tonight with the newest superstar to join the ACW roster. His name is Chaz Leland. Chaz, my very first question is, why have you come to ACW? Chaz is silent for a little bit, and then finally takes the sunglasses off.CHAZ LELAND: I have come here for two reasons. One, kick some ass! Two, make a name for myself. Ya see, many people wrestle in this business, but only a few are well known. My goal is to beat everyone on this damn roster and become the best. I will become the most notorious rockstar to ever step inside that ring, and when I do, hell will be unleashed! KEVIN ANDERSON: Okay, some strong words. Who do you look forward to fighting with in your debut? CHAZ LELAND: It doesnt matter who in the hell I face Kevin! Throw anybody off of this horrible roster at me, I will beat every damn one of 'em. And let me tell you this, if there is one that just happens to be stronger than the Rocker himself, I won't go down without a fight. But the chances of that ever happening are like the chances of you not being unconscious after this interview! KEVIN ANDERSON: What do y.... Just then, Chaz lays a huge right hand right to the head of Kevin, knocking him out. Chaz sqauts down next to the unconscious Kevin Anderson and looks at the camera.CHAZ LELAND: See you all..... very.....very soon......... --END--
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:05:29 GMT -5
Segment: Food for Thought (Credit: CheFalcon/AK)
Sunday Evening
It would be fair to say that most wrestlers, and certainly all those talented enough to earn a tenure in ACW, have a great deal of passion for their profession. However, such feelings do not necessarily exclude all other callings, a case in point being Senator Steve Philips’ simultaneous involvement in both the wrestling and political spheres. Sometimes, though, to truly achieve in one field, another has to fade into the background… and it’s not always wrestling that ends up taking precedence.
The scene opens in a small but tastefully decorated eaterie. All around, diners are chatting and enjoying an evening out, and as the camera pans, we discover a familiar “couple” seated at a pleasant table by the window. Alicia Laureano and Charlotte King are catching up with a standing invitation from a former roster member, and look to have found the experience most satisfying.
Charlotte: …I knew I shouldn’t have had dessert. But I can’t resist soufflé.
Alicia: Serves you right, you should have had the home-made sorbet like I did.
As Charlotte eyes her shirt and imagines the buttons straining around her middle, Alicia relaxes in her high-backed chair, absorbing the ambience.
Alicia: This place has clearly had a lot of love invested into it…
??: Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly have much of the green stuff, so I had to fill the gap somehow.
Both women smile as a masculine figure approaches their table and pulls up a chair. On the surface, Leon Chase hasn’t changed much at all; in fact, after an evening’s hard graft in his kitchen he looks as flushed as if he’d just been 20 minutes in the ring. But if anything, his physique is leaner and meaner than ever, and his evident tiredness is coupled with an aura of satisfaction. He rests his arms on the table, toying with a spare fork.
Leon: I trust everything met with your approval?
Charlotte: Absolutely. I can’t remember the last time I had a better meal.
Alicia: Indeed. First rate cuisine, Leon… almost as good as my own cooking.[/i]
Her grin shows that she’s joshing with him, and Leon smiles modestly; his eyes give away his pleasure at getting a great review.
Leon: High praise indeed, coming from the grand high priestess of the smoothie machine.
Charlotte: You’re looking really well, I was worried at first that you’d wear yourself out with the long hours.
Leon: Thanks. Being your own boss can be tough, and I think I’d be a lot worse off if I hadn’t got into the routine of keeping myself fit through a training regime.
He stretches, showing off muscles underneath his chef’s whites.
Alicia: So, what’s next on the Chase plan for culinary world domination? With skills like yours, you could potentially get a bigger place in a bigger town…
Leon’s expression fades slightly.
Leon: Well, as much as I’d like to expand, I think it’s going to be quite a while before I can realistically consider it. The restaurant here makes good money, and the bank thinks I have a good business plan… but I don’t have the cash lump sum I need to put down a deposit on a larger property, and then afford to fit it out the way I want. A loan of that size would cripple my finances… so I’ll be here until I can save up what I need.
He shrugs, and smiles again, with a kind of resignation.
Charlotte: …Damn. Stuck in “midcard hell” again, you might say.
Leon chuckles grimly at the irony, and Charlotte nods, feeling for him. Alicia, however, seems to pause momentarily at Charlotte’s words, and then furrows her brow as the cogs in her head start turning.
Alicia: Charlie, once again you have been unwittingly brilliant.
Charlotte: I have?
She looks sideways at Alicia, and frowns.
Charlotte: Uh-oh. That face.
Alicia: What face?
Charlotte: You’ve got it on right now. You’re scheming.
Alicia takes on a look of surprise, but it doesn’t quite mask the truth in Charlotte’s observation.
Alicia: Well… maybe I am, just a bit. But this isn’t dodgy, this is one hundred percent do-able. Leon, what you need is not money over time, but a one-off amount, correct?
Leon: Yes.
Alicia: Right. So, what you need is… a fee. A performance fee. What are you doing next Saturday?
Charlotte, who has remained skeptical up to this point, begins to cotton on.
Charlotte: Wait, are you suggesting – a PPV match?
Alicia nods.
Charlotte: Between the two of you, presumably?
Alicia just smiles. Leon scratches his chin thoughtfully.
Leon: …all right, I’m interested. Go on.
Alicia: I have it on good authority that Gingerdude is having a crisis over a lack of good buildup matches to support the key one of the night. And pressing need plus a short timeframe equals extremely healthy appearance payments.
Charlotte: I see where you’re heading with this. But I doubt you’ll get the kind of figures you’re talking about for just a straight match.
Alicia frowns.
Alicia: Darn, you’ve got a point there. We need a hook.
As all three of them consider this, there is a loud clattering sound from the back, and a yell.
??: OW!
Charlotte: Ugh, that sounded painful…
Leon: That’s Stephan, he’s just a young trainee – sounds like he dropped one of the stock pans. He’ll be ok, but kitchens can be hazardous if you’re not careful.
A further pause.
Alicia: Hazardous, you say?
Leon: Very.
Charlotte: Hazardous as in dangerous?
Leon: Without question.
Alicia: And we all know what that means in ACW…
Charlotte looks from one side of the table to the other, and then takes out her cellphone.
Charlotte: I think I’ll step out for a moment, if you don’t mind… I have an exclusive to call in.
She leaves the table, and Alicia looks over at Leon with a raised eyebrow.
Alicia: Sure the ring rust isn’t going to bother you?
Leon smirks.
Leon: Not in the slightest. As much as I appreciate this, my dear… I think you’ll find you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.
Alicia continues to regard him, and then it hits her.
Alicia: …..Oh crap, we so nearly got through that without any food clichés…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:07:46 GMT -5
Segment: Match signed, Fate sealed (Credit: BK/Flamingo)
HELLLOOOOOO!
HELLO BROOKLYN!
Immediately as we come back from commercials we hear the pulsating beats from the hip hop song "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z which gets a rouse out of the sold out crowd in the ACW arena tonight. BK London steps through the curtain to a huge pop from the fans this evening, as always, and makes his way down the ramp before hopping up on the apron and entering the ring.
Rather than pose on the turnbuckles as he would usually do, he walks over to Phillip and asks for a mic - not wasting any time to get his announcement out to the crowd. His theme dies down as he stops in the center of the ring and looks around.
While his music has faded from hearing, the fans continue to show their overwhelming support for BK - continuing to cheer for him, chant his name, give him a rousing applause. The former World Champion appreciates the generousity from his fans tonight, and waits for them to die down before he begins to speak.
BK London: So, thanks to what I did last Thursday, your boy BK London is left with a huge dilemma on his hands. And that very dilemma is that BK London does not have a match this Saturday at the PPV Extravaganza Ragnarok.
The crowd boos.
BK London: I know, I know. A shame - travesty even. But tonight, that's all going to change. You see, tonight - I'm going to pitch an idea for my match at Ragnarok. I said earlier tonight that this match could very well "rock the foundations of ACW", and I stick by that statement. You see, at Heatwave, Adrian Flamingo didn't just break my leg - he ruined an BIG opportunity for me.
A small amount of cheers can be heard, as few of the fans begin to understand what BK London is referencing.
BK London: He cost me my shot, at the ACW Heavyweight Championship, a shot that I earned earlier in the night when I defeated that oversized skidmark named Thunderkiss. So, at Ragnarok - I believe I am OWED a rematch..
The cheers become louder.
BK London: ..a rematch for the ACW Heavyweight Championship at Ragnarok. I am challenging both Hunter and Jake Cheng to a Triple Threat Match for the ACW Championship with the gold on the line!
A huge pop from the crowd with this challenge to both the No.1 Contender and the champion himself. BK London rests on the ropes, staring at the stage before putting the microphone to his mouth once more.
BK London: So Jake, Hunter, or Gingerdude, any of you are free to step down to this ring - RIGHT NOW - and grant me my request. I've got no match tonight, I've got all night.
BK London continues to rest on the ropes, looking towards the stage - but there is no immediate response to his challenge it seems. He hears no theme music, he sees none of the three men appearing at the top of the stage to accept his challenge. The very thought of that brings a bit of a smile to the face of BK London, he chuckles to himself a bit before stepping one foot through the ropes.
BK London: So, if none of you are man enough to give me my title shot, I guess I'll just have to come back there and take it.
Ready to head to the back, he looks to exit the ring but he is brought to a screeching halt when he hears the sounds of Bad Company's "Bad Company" blasting through the airwaves. He's a bit puzzled to who this could be, but once he sees the man step through the curtain, he looks on with a grimacing expression.
It's none other than Mickey Flamingo, Uncle of Adrian Flamingo. Unlike most nights where Mickey would be sporting a long, sequined robe and tights, he's opted for jeans and a black t-shirt that had Adrian's first and last initial in pink.
Mickey: Now, hold on there, Mr. Londun, I don't believe yew realize the severity of yer actions last week. Yew see, AC-dubya fans, that rite thar is what my nephew Addie is talkin' about! BK Londun is out here talkin' about title matches and my nephew is in a hospital bed rite now! All BK Londun cares about is himself!
Mickey stopped long enough for the crowd to boo him while BK London rolled his eyes and rested against the ropes. At first Mickey was genuinely surprised by their reaction, but he quickly grimaced and brought the microphone back up to his lips.
Mickey: Forget these people, BK, I see yew for the person yew really are! Yew can go on an' on about blown oppertunities, but my nephew Addie has NEVER been handed these oppertunities like yew have! So he broke yer leg... big deal. Yew people act like a broken bone is a big deal when thar are little kids who come home from tha playground with worse! So yew lost an oppertunity to win the title? Yew don't seem to think yew'll have such a problem getting another. Well, rite now, my nephew is in a hospital bed sufferin from injeries that I can't even begin to pernounce and somebody is gunna have ta pay.
BK London: Oh is that so? Well Mickey, why don't you stroll down to this ring instead of standing there up alone on that ramp. You know, I have no problem crippling two Flamingos in one week.
Mickey: Yew know what, yew smug sonovabitch, I mite jest do that!
Mickey starts to make his way from the stage and down the ramp as BK London rips off his shirt and gets in his fighting stance. Mickey takes his own t-shirt to reveal his less than perfect physique. BK is ready for a brawl tonight and so is Mickey apparrently, until he stops right in his tracks.
He contemplates the thought of fighting for a second, and now begins to back up.
Mickey: Yew know, on secon thought... nah. See, BK, I learnt from Addie's lesson not to consider yew an 'onorable opponent an' I have no desire to end up in a hospital with unpernouncable injeries. We'll settle this when I'm good n' ready!
Mickey continues up the ramp to massive heat from the fans in attendance until "Gingerdude's Theme" hits and the Chairman steps through the curtain himself to a mixed reaction.
Ginger: Wait just a minute, Mickey... I think you two are on to something. BK, after advertising this big grudge match between you and Adrian all month. So, instead of waiting until the Pay-Per View, you decide to take matters into your own hands and put Adrian on the shelf a week before the match. Did you seriously think I would reward you by tossing you into a world title match?
The camera cuts to BK who seems less than pleased with Gingerdude's answer and the crowd also shares his sentiments. Mickey, on the other hand is elated.
Ginger: Hold on Mickey, you're not exactly innocent either. For someone who is just supposed to manage his nephew, you've certainly had no problem involving yourself in Adrian's business as of late. So, since the poster's have been printed, the commercials have been aired, and the internet message board predictions have been made... London vs. Flamingo is still on. One small change, though, "Miraculous" Mickey Flamingo will take the place of Adrian!
Mickey's usually tan skin went pale quick as the crowd perked up. The camera cut back to BK who grinned a little at the news. It wasn't his ideal match, but he'd take it.
Ginger: Mickey, I heard you complaining that you weren't ready, well you've got a week.
Ginger's theme kicked back on the PA as he stepped back through the entrance leaving Mickey to stare into the amused eyes of BK London. After a moment, Mickey dashed backstage in fear.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:08:54 GMT -5
Segment: The Reign of Concentration
Credit: Jay Z The segment opens up to the backstage are where Jay Zero is seen resting against a large steel container. He stands there as if something is on his mind. Something that weighs him down an extra hundred pounds. He looks down at the ground, with whatever it may be running through his head. Jay's Light Heavyweight Championship title lays on top of the container, and it also is laid out on the line tonight against FSX.
Just then, Stefanie walks up to the depressed Jay Zero and puts her arm on the container, leaning over. [/center] Stefanie: Hey sug' .... so is he gonna be alright? For a few moments there is silence and Jay keeps looking at the ground with his hair slightly covering up his eyes.
*Sigh* He then answers. [/center] Jay Zero: Yeah, he was just banged up a bit from it. I guess the other guy's car took a lot more damage than my dads. [/b] Stefanie: *Phew* Well that's a relief! At least he's alright! Jay Zero: I guess.Stefanie: You guess? Is that it? You guess? Just then he whips his head up and throws his hair back out of his face. He hops up to sit on top of the steel container right next to his title. Jay lets out a small, hesitant laugh. [/center] Jay Zero: It's just that - - -I feel so vulnerable. Being all the way out here while my family and everybody that I know are all back home in Portland. This is what, the second thing this month that's happened back home while I'm stuck hundreds of miles away? What if something DID happen to my dad Stef? There's no way I'd be able to respond quick enough to be there.Stefanie: Some times I swear you think too much about negative things. Look, you're at work now Jay! You gotta make a living for yourself! Stop worrying about everybody else sug' and just keep doing what you need to do here! Jay Zero: But that's just the thing Stef! I CAN'T concentrate on ACW when I have anything and everything running through my head! It's like these things are a sign or something . . . have I done anything wrong lately?! Stefanie: No! But y'know babe, here's an idea! Tonight, you start fresh, 'k? She throws an idea out for Jay and then follows up a few seconds later. [/center] Stefanie: No more thinking about your father, no more worrying about your mother, enough about your ex-girlfriend, and your friends, and your managers, and your teachers, and anyone else that you were associated with in your entire life! Tonight, just think about two people, and doing one thing! Tonight, I want you to think about yourself---- and I want you to think about your opponent FSX. And finally, all I want you to do tonight... She picks up the Light Heavyweight Title. [/center] ....Is make sure that this stays around the waist of the true champion! She slams the title into Jay's chest. "Ooph!" He then clutches the title and pulls in down onto his lap. Stefanie reaches in a bit and bites his lip. Stefanie: Do you think you can handle that, sweet cheeks? She moves in and locks lips with Jay Zero for a few moments to give him that extra edge in confidence he may have been looking for. She pulls her lips off of Jay Zero, smiles and then spins around, beginning to walk the opposite way.
Jay inhales deeply, closes his eyes, and then lets out a big sigh. He runs both of his hands up his face and then through his hair before quietly letting out.. [/center] Jay Zero: Honestly, I don't know if I can . . . The scene fades out. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:09:31 GMT -5
Match 4: Hunter vs. Rattlesnake (Credit: Hunter / Jake & Hunter for ending)
Before the match even began tensions were already high. After all, these two men have had quite a history with each other. At first they were non-sexual partners and friends, Hunter having let Snake into the Senatorial Stable. Hunter made his glorious return at OEIII and faced off with Snake, having a strong respectful match with him. But then came the feuding and the formation of the third Senatorial Stipulations Match, where the Senator emerged victorious, but where Snake also betrayed Hunter and the Senator and beat both of them down. This is the first time either of them have been in the same ring since that incident almost half a year ago, so certainly the fans were anticipating it. Although the referee encouraged a hand shake, neither of the competitors acknowledged it. After a brief silent moment, the bell rang.
The two locked up in the center of the ring to start things up, and Snake, obviously being the clear dominant entity, managed to overpower Hunter and toss him down. But Hunter would have none of it and managed to get back to his feet, swipe Snake off of his, and then hit him with a quick knee drop to the throat. Snake recoiled after the attack, and Hunter grabbed at his legs for whatever reason. Snake, however, kicked Hunter back, got up, and then took him down with a vicious clothesline. He knew a cover would achieve nothing, and so instead he tried to stomp his face in, quite literally. Hunter managed to roll out of the way, kip up, and then hit a dragon suplex, which he held for a pin. Snake managed to kick out, and Hunter instantly prepared for his next attack. When Snake was on one knee, Hunter charged in and hit him with the Deja Vu Knee...but Snake held onto him and proceeded to slam him down at the same time.
The men remained motionless for a brief period, and then both promptly returned to their feet and proceeded to exchange strikes for a few more minutes as is customary among strikers...and, let's face it, all of my summaries. Soon, however, Hunter took the option to take Snake down with a sudden Dragon Hammer, albeit without the starting position. Hunter then grabbed Snake's leg and attempted to put him into a submission on said limb, but Snake kicked him back, got up yet again, and then proceeded to lock him into the Wrath of the Snake. The fans cheered loudly for this move, having not seen it for a while, but Hunter does not share in their sentiments. He does his best to battle out of it, but finds that he is fairly far from the ropes. Looking around, he notices the referee's absence, and so with a quick smirk he bites down on Snake's wrist, instantly breaking the hold.
Although everyone else saw it, the referee did not, though he was surely confused as to the sudden booing and Snake's howls of pain. Hunter quickly charged in for a match ending Floyd Kick, but Snake ducked under the kick, lifted Hunter up, and nailed a slightly sloppy powerbomb. He quickly fell on Hunter and hooked his leg with his good hang, but Hunter managed to kick out before the three. Both men rose and took a quick breath before running in again, this time with Snake getting the upper hand by making Hunter believe he was going for a clothesline, but instead grabbing him for his Poisonous Venom combination! He knew he would need only one more move to finish the match, and so he attempted to lock in the Constrictor...but Hunter quickly dropped down and rolled Snake forward. Snake instantly rolled back up, but Hunter managed to nail him in the face with a knee before he was even halfway up. Then, without pause, Hunter lifted Snake up and nailed him with the Shotgun! And then, naturally, came the pinfall.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Hunter!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:09:57 GMT -5
Hunter raises his arms triumphantly as "No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers. Snake rolls out of the ring, as if certain that it would be safer there. Hunter continued to pose happily...until he heard the audience quiet down slightly. He instantly suspected something was wrong, and he quickly turned around to see Jake Cheng charging at the ring, now a few feet away from him. The moment that Jake enters the ring, Hunter lunges at him with a clothesline, and both men fall to the mat. The #1 Contender rolls out of the ring and Hunter gets back up, and in noticing Jake's absence, demands his reentry into the ring. Jake, meanwhile, simply walks around the ring. The referee tries to get Hunter out of the ring, but Hunter throws him out of the ring with a yell.
The Quadrinity instantly slides back into the ring, this time with a chair, and Hunter's nerves get the best of him the moment he sees this sight. Jake lifts the chair over his head and starts his swing, but Hunter rolls out of the way behind him. Unfortunately for him, Jake knew what he would do before he did, and so Cheng spins and hits Hunter right across the face with the chair. Hunter does not instantly fall to the mat, and instead he balances on his feet, albeit in an incredibly dizzy way. Jake stomps on his left calf, causing Hunter to drop to one knee and grab the inflicted calf in pain. Jake then grabs Hunter's hair and pulls it back so that the ACW World Champion can see his opponent face to face. The next time these two meet, they will be fighting for the ACW Heavyweight Title and Jake would like to keep it just like it is right now.
He smiles the moment he sees Hunter's eyes meet his. Hunter spits in his face and Jake reels back. Still holding onto the sweaty hair, Jake wipes the spit out of his face before he steps onto Hunter's calf with his left foot. Hunter screams out in pain and Jake once again does the one thing he knows will best taunt Hunter: he smiles. Hunter simply does not react.
Jake starts his assaults on Hunter, throwing various left hands, but eventually gets bored and lets go of Hunter's hair; but he isn't done. The Second Heartbeat connects just how it's supposed to, with Jake's shinbone striking Hunter's jaw. The champion's head hits the mat with a crash and he turns his head and spits out some blood. When Jake kicks him in the ribs, Hunter is forced to spit out even more blood. Running out of painful ways to hurt Hunter, Jake next climbs the turnbuckle. After a pause, the four time ACW Light-Heavyweight champion hits a simple double stop on Hunter's diaphragm, prompting Hunter to desperately gasp for air. Jake smiles yet again, and then catches a microphone from ringside.
Jake: Oh, look, I took your breath away.
He chuckles to himself.
Jake: You see Hunter, I don't need anybody to leave your unmoving carcass in this ring. And I won't need anyone's help when we face off on Saturday. That title will be MINE, and you sure as hell won't be smiling anymore. But I certainly will.
And with that, he drops the mic in the small pool of blood forming around Hunter's mouth. The blood splashes onto Hunter's face, and the champion does his best to mouth out some words. But Jake is long gone, walking up the ramp with a wide grin still on his face. He does not look back because he knows that he does not need to. The EMTs rush by him, ignoring him, and that's all the information he needs. It's less than a week now. Less than a week until he finally gets the chance that he has been waiting for his entire career. But he has done one very foolish thing: he has underestimated the champion. Long after Jake disappears, Hunter lies on the stretcher, his eyes trained on the ceiling above him. His stubbornness does not allow him to black out, and he does not. Jake was right about one thing; he does not smile. But he does something just as effective.
He laughs.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:10:54 GMT -5
Segment: “Marathon’s End” Credit: Anna/T-Kiss
[Tonight as the action as waged on in the ring, a game of cat and mouse has been played backstage. Playing the roll of the cat is none other than TK’s girlfriend, JOYTOY. The object of her interest is the very pregnant Anna Sommers, who has unwillingly been thrust into the roll of the mouse. Luckily for her, she has managed to elude Joytoy thus far though unfortunately Anna’s luck is about ready to run out. Still maintaining some distance between her and this crazed medical nurse, Anna comes to a fork in the road. A decision must now quickly me made as one hallway passage leads left, the other to the right. Choosing the right passage on a whim, Anna runs down it until she realizes she has made an error. There in front of her is a dead end in the form of a brick wall. Quickly turning around to run in the other direction, Anna almost literally runs smack dab into Joytoy and its at this very moment that she realizes the chase has finally come to an end.]
JOYTOY: Normally I’d tell you that this wouldn’t hurt to help calm your nerves, but really, who are we trying to kid?
[Revealing her scalpel once more Joytoy pins Anna up against the wall and begins to “play” with her prey. Taking the smooth end of the instrument, Joytoy gently rubs it across Anna’s face causing her to squeal in exhilaration. Before she can torment the poor girl further, a booming voice enters the scene, a voice both girls know all too well.]
Thunderkiss: That’s enough.
[Joytoy scoffs at TK’s request and continues to rub the scalpel across Anna’s face, an unwise move that draws out the Thunderman’s ire.]
Thunderkiss *screaming*: I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!
[Joytoy backs off, but not before giving Thunderkiss a look of complete contempt. TK responds with a look of his own, one Jt doesn’t take lightly as she hangs her head down in complete compliance.]
Thunderkiss: Here, have a seat.
[Taking note of Anna’s winded condition, Thunderkiss commandeers a nearby chair for her. Hesitant based on obvious reasons, Anna doesn’t sit down at first and remains standing. With feelings of dizziness and nauseous overcoming her, she decides its best to throw caution to the wind and rest herself.]
Thunderkiss: Listen dear, I would like to apologize for my better half tonight. Everything you’ve endured has been so unnecessary Anna. Now lets be adults and talk this whole thing out.
Anna Sommers: Talk? You want to talk? I sweated through three layers of fabric and for the first time in twelve years, I have pit stains! There is nothing to talk about!
Thunderkiss: Oh, I’m afraid there is. You see Anna, that thing in your stomach is partly mine even though you claim it to be your own. As half its owner, I feel it is within my right to see it terminated.
Anna Sommers: Never!
Thunderkiss: I have enough in my hectic life trying to pull me down, the last thing I need is for a gold digger like yourself to join the club. You know damn well that the only reason you haven’t been to a clinic yet is because of the dollar signs you see in your eyes. Well let me tell you something missy, if you’re banking on this “meal ticket” of yours...
[TK stops mid sentence and kneels down to one knee. Now on Anna’s level, he looks her square in the eye and finishes in a tone that sends chills down the spine of all who hear it.]
Thunderkiss: You’re in for a rude awakening.
Anna Sommers: I have rights, you know. You may reside in the lunatic world of steel cage matches and-and-and maniac nurses with really, really outdated wardrobes--but I live in a society where a woman's right to choose is still valued! Ugh, you must be insane!
Thunderkiss: Yes. Didn’t mother ever tell you to stay away from boys like me?
Anna Sommers: My best friend Jack Daniels always manages to twist mother's words.
Thunderkiss: Well, at least you’re honest. Listen Anna, I don’t want this thing to get messy - I really don’t. If its money you want, I’m willing to barter. But I will *NOT* allow this situation to drag me down for the rest of my life.
[Reaching down to his side, Thunderkiss pulls up a briefcase that has gone unnoticed until now. Chucking it into Anna’s lap in a forceful manner, he has taken complete control of her curiosity.]
Anna Sommers: What's in the briefcase? Shoes?
Thunderkiss: Money. ENOUGH money. It's yours if you be a smart girl about this and do the right thing.
[Anna pops open the briefcase. Upon one glance she can tell he was not lying for there in front of her are wads of thousand dollar bills, completely filling up the entire case from top to bottom. Pulling out one stack with her hands, she carefully runs her index finger down its side to count it up. For a brief second, temptation takes hold.]
Thunderkiss: So ... what do you say?
[Or does it?]
Anna Sommers: You would've done better with shoes. But still, no!
[Anna tosses the entire briefcase of money up into TK’s face, giving him a very nasty bruise as a result. As money begins to shower down upon team Thunderkiss, Anna darts out of her chair and begins to run as fast as her pregnant body will allow. Being more concerned about the fortune that now resides on the floor, Thunderkiss dives down and begins collecting the loose money as Anna runs off.]
JOYTOY: That Bitch!
[Ready for part 2, Joytoy begins to once again give chase. Two steps into her run she is suddenly and mysteriously called off by the object of her affections.]
Thunderkiss: No.... let her go.
[Looking around at Thunderkiss as if he was crazy, she doesn’t have to wait long to realize the method behind his madness.]
Thunderkiss: She obviously wants to do this the hard way so who am I to disappoint the girl? Heh...
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 21, 2008 17:12:37 GMT -5
Segment: The Word (Credit: ??)
As the fans are awaiting the main event, the arena abruptly darkens, and words appear on the Alphatron.
"I've got a game...
It's called hide and seek.
I seek, you keep hiding.
Clues are not hard to come by. I'll walk through this wasted city from day to day. It gets worse when I try to remember what it used to be. I smell the wind from the ruined landscape. Maybe I'll rustle the bushes a bit or leave my footprints in the glistening mud that grows each day. Or maybe I'll just invade...
Replay it over and over, try to decipher the message.
Your faith is running weak, you need heart. You need an essential touch.
I'll save your life..."
The words fade, and the lights return leaving everyone none the wiser… for now.
Fade.
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