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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:24:02 GMT -5
Segment: “He’s Baaaaaaaack!” Credit: Black & White/T-Kiss The camera pans into a Locker Room, where Thunderkiss sits silently. He has already won one match today, and wants to make it two out of two, which would all but guarantee him as the favorite for Bloody Valentine, and with that would help earn him his first ACW Championship. He hears the Locker Room door opening, but instead of looking over, he bellows out a command.Thunderkiss: Did you not see the sign?! It says, “DO NOT DISTURB!”The door creaks shut again, and TK sighs. He looks up at the clock, realizing that it's time to fight for the second time. He stands up, and turns around. Oddly, he stands there frozen, mouth half wide open, before slowly gulping.
The camera pans over to find that right next to the locker room door is a messed assortment of black roses, floating over a puddle of a dark red liquid mimicking blood. TK is clearly taken by surprised at the gesture, but slowly reaches over and takes the card that's laying next to them.Don't think I've forgotten about you. x Thunderkiss *frustrated*: NO! NO! NO! NO!Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:25:07 GMT -5
Segment: Gingervitis (Credit: Lucrezia)
The height of Ginger's in-tray reaches epic levels. Overwhelmed by paperwork, the Chairman works feverishly, signing off on forms without even glancing at their contents. The joints in his hand scream in protest--why oh why did he save all this work for the last minute? The answer, is, of course, Anna Sommers. Without her incessant nagging, prying, scolding, or whining, he lacks motivation to complete any of the mundane tasks that plague the life of a wrestling federation chairman.
He sets his pen down, rubbing his sore eyeballs with calloused palms. Anna. The disyllabic word punctures his brain and overwhelms his senses. Anna. He had given up on contacting her. She's lost, stuck in a disappearing realm, floating in an out of reality like an ethereal thread. Ginger massages the back of his neck. You have to give him some credit. He can barely manage the crazed affairs of the fed and its lunatic talent, much less keep track of wayward children diving into the deep end.
Excuses. He's making excuses. Excuses cost Faith Sommers her life.
Gingerdude: It's not going to happen. Not again.
He rummages in his coat pocket for his cellular, and dials her number.
Anna: Hello, Ginger.
He bolts in his chair, shocked beyond belief.
Gingerdude: You actually picked up the phone?
Anna: Apparently.
Gingerdude: What changed your mind?
Anna breathes on the other end. To Ginger, it's a rush of static permeating his ear drums.
Anna: I had a bad case of Gingervitis. It's passed.
Ginger can't help but smile.
Gingerdude: That's a lethal virus, I hear. You sure you're all right?
Anna: Yes. I'm coming to the arena on Saturday.
Gingerdude: Anna! You can't--Thunderkiss is barmy, there's no telling what kind of--
Anna: Relax. I know what I'm doing. I'll see you soon, d--Ginger.
Click. Ginger exhales a long sigh, sinking into his office chair. Thunderkiss. Joytoy. Anna Sommers. Her unborn child. All making an appearance at Bloody Valentine.
...Bloody hell.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:25:26 GMT -5
Segment: Confusion (Credit: Anonymous)
Was there any consideration as to what appeared on Meltdown? Did you even begin to question what you saw?
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Not likely. No consideration. No questioning. Not a single clue amongst you all. Pity. You all showed promise.
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I'm ashamed of you all. But I digress. There's no point in reveling at the lack of thought, the lack of questioning in you all.
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So what do you plan to do now? Do you intend to shrug this off and pretend it never happened or are you going to get off your ass and put some shred of thought into what this truly is?
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If I had any indication that some thought was put into this by someone other than myself, then you might figure out what is going on. But that's not happening, so now you can go about your business.
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Go sit on your ass complaining about the horrible week you've had. Go bitch about the match you should have won but didn't. Go whine about the shitty hand you've been dealt. Go do whatever it is you do on a regular basis.
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Figure this out and you just might surprise me. I have my doubts though. Serious doubts. Surprise me if you can.
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Screw warnings. You just get these until I feel like revealing myself. Has the confusion sunk in finally?
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:36:58 GMT -5
Match 7: Hunter's Pick Your Poison Match – BK London vs. Thunderkiss
As we return to the arena, we discover that BK is still at ringside – and he looks seriously hacked off at going one-down in this mini-series, whatever his choices in his previous match may have been. He slides into the ring and stares at the entrance… and unbidden by Philip, “God of Thunder” hits the speakers and Thunderkiss emerges. The crowd instantly goes wild, some cheering, others voicing their disapproval – but TK ignores them all. This is his chance to utterly stamp his authority on the title match, even before Bloody Valentine…
No further introduction is needed, and without further ado the final of the four matches commences.
Bell Rings.
BK’s intention is straightforward – much in the way that a two-tonne truck bearing down on a pedestrian is straightforward. He gives no quarter and immediately engages TK in a grapple; TK puts his enormous power to work and starts to drive BK backward, but with a nimble piece of footwork BK pivots around and uses TK’s own weight and momentum against him to dump him out through the bottom and middle ropes. The crowd cranes forward to see TK pick himself up, alert for a follow-through attack. But instead BK just stands, stone-like, and defines his opponent to set another foot in his ring. The sheer impudence of such an idea makes TK more than a little angry; he jumps up on the apron with an agility not normally associated with a man his size, and the two trade massive punches on the ropes until TK scores with a stunning blow to the temple which makes BK reel backward. At once TK is back in the ring, and he delivers a fast, effective powerslam, not once, twice, but three times in succession. After the third comes the first pin; it gets a 2, and although BK’s kick out is strong, the effects of his previous match are already making themselves felt.
Never being the type to leave a vertical position other than for the pin, TK quickly gets up and introduces BK to his now familiar friend Mr. Boot. While the Kiss Army (available for weddings, stag nights and school discos) laps this up, the rest of the audience seems decidedly less keen, an opinion they share with BK himself. Rolling clear, BK rises, and instead of going back on the offensive, falls back to the corner. TK approaches with a little caution, but this turns out to be just what BK was looking for – he explodes out of the corner before TK can close him down, and succeeds in knocking the big guy off his feet. TK rolls back up quickly, but not quickly enough – as BK rebounds from the ropes into the Yakuza Kick from Hell, this time really sending TK down to the canvas with force. BK’s supporters whoop and cheer, and BK goes for the – no, there’s no pin, instead BK shifts into position and applies the Corporate Lock.
Thunderkiss is one tough cookie, and he steels himself – but even he is aware that BK’s hold is not doing his ankle any good. He takes a few seconds to use his superior raw strength to reach the ropes and force the break; BK lets go and lays down a few stomps of his own while TK is fighting his way back to his feet. With the crowd’s roaring in his ears, BK is totally absorbed in the match, and he and TK once again engage in a direct slugfest; the pair are evenly matched for several moments, but TK once again finds the critical hit first, and even though London is only disorientated for a moment, this is enough for TK to lift him and deliver the Box Office Smash (Polish Hammer). The pin follows quickly, 1….2- BK kicks out, only for TK to force his shoulders to the mat once again. 1….2…- BK gets his arm up, and with a look of anger shoves TK away, creating space for him to get up. TK does the same, and the entire crowd is on tenterhooks as the ferocious rivals stare one another down.
BK’s acute wrestling instincts are telling him that TK is sending a message; rather than going for maximum pain, the Worldbreaker is focusing purely on getting that second win. This has to ring alarm bells for BK, since TK’s cockiness and love of humiliating his opponents is one of his few glaring weaknesses…
On the other side of the coin, TK’s appraisal of the situation is hardly more rosy. BK’s stamina, already near-legendary, seems to have become even more robust; TK knows he should have him crawling on the floor by now, and this is only a one-on-one…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:37:18 GMT -5
There follows a solid six minutes of down-to-the-knuckle wrestling; BK clearly has a strategy, and that’s to weaken TK’s lower limbs. As for TK, he keeps piling on the pressure with those famed punches, interspersed with a kick to the ribs or gut here and there when the opportunity allows. Attrition doesn’t begin to describe it, and the fans can only wonder if the fate of the World title is being at least partially decided here and now.
The crunch comes when, after a mighty running elbow strike, BK is able to bring TK down in the centre of the ring. Instead of his standard Corporate Lock, he throws caution to the wind and locks in his Koji Clutch II version. This move is extremely rarely seen, and it certainly appears to have TK stumped; he thrashes, trying to free himself, but BK refuses to let go, and the lactic acid and strain multiplies with every second. With mounting shock and anger, TK realizes that BK is trying to force him to tap out, or suffer a serious setback before the match which really matters; anger, self-righteous anger, builds in him, and-
TK bursts out with a bellow of determination, exerting a huge amount of energy. BK is thrown back – but on pure adrenaline and instinct he leaps up, and smashes TK full-on with the Shades of Michaels before the Worldbreaker can stand up. Everything goes out of focus for TK, and doesn’t return until the word “3” has passed the referee’s lips.
Philip: Here is your winner… BK London!
Four Matches. Four Winners, and Four Losers.
As BK and TK glare at one another from either side of the ring, they know that, like their other two rivals, they’ve shown that they could take the ultimate prize… or pay an ultimate price in the chase for the gold.
The honours, for now, are even. But at Bloody Valentine, it’s winner takes all.
The harshest part of the Winter may yet be to come…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Dan White on Feb 18, 2008 17:37:49 GMT -5
Awesome show, everybody.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 18, 2008 17:37:50 GMT -5
Awesome show. Onto Bloody Valentine!
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Post by Lass Sarin on Feb 18, 2008 17:38:51 GMT -5
Great job everyone! Fun read.
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Post by hunter on Feb 18, 2008 17:45:54 GMT -5
I actually can't do a summary/DEPP thing for this show because, quite frankly, nothing really stuck out in my mind. In so many words, though, Wayde's segments were fairly impressive and BK's currently my favorite to win the title at BV (yes, over me). That's all I got, but nice show regardless, everyone.
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Post by wayderusseller on Feb 18, 2008 20:13:17 GMT -5
Great show all! Can't wait for Bloody Valentine!!!
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Post by Fallen Souls on Feb 18, 2008 23:47:39 GMT -5
>.> Oooh, the Poison matches feel so cheap to me for how they were done!
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