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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:59:14 GMT -5
Match 3: Blaine Stone vs. Jin (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW::.. JIN VS. BLAINE STONE ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 30 Minutes Referee: Carter Donovan
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“The Silent Assassin” Jin Age: 29 Height: 6'2 Weight: 213 lbs. Hometown: Tokyo, Japan
Blaine Stone Age: 28 Height: 6'4 Weight: 242 lbs. Hometown: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada The opening beats of “Empire” by Kasabian blasts out as 'The Silent Assassin' Jin makes his way to the ring. Jin roles in, spits gold mist up, and poses.
The light goes dim as the imagine of a beautiful blue sky white white clouds appear on the Alphatron as the calm intro of 'Descent of the Archangel' by Kamelot hits the P.A. Smoke begins to rise on the stage while Blaine Stone slowly raises to the stage.. Then, the lead singer screams, “I WILL CLAIM MY ANGEL'S CRY!” Immediately, the song begins to pick up, and there is a dramatic change in lighting, with golden lights shining on the stage as lighting flashed on the otherwise dark screen of the Alphatron, as 'BLAINE STONE' appears on the Alphatron in bold, golden letters. He slowly makes his way to the ring as smoke fills the ramp, the arena shining with a golden glow as he makes his way into the ring, rolling underneath the bottom robe and spinning around to a kneel position as a golden light shines over him while he's in the middle of the ring. He slowly raises up with both of his arms extended wide open, and when he's standing at fool height, he finally removes his hood from over his heads, the lights finally becoming normal as his music fades off.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Jin and Stone lock up and the fan prepare themselves for what will hopefully be a classic match up. As the two combatants grapple around the ring, onto the ropes and into the corner where a clean break will await - right? Wrong! Pulling out of the grapple, Stone responds with a big slap across the face of Jin and that has the master of the mist beside himself. Tackling Stone, the two land on the canvas and Jin begins to strike down upon him with a mindless fury. Not wanting to sit there and take it, Stone rolls to his side and Jin loses his balances and falls off the top of him. As Stone struggles to get vertical an idea pops into Jin’s head. Acting out upon it, he grabs Stone from behind and locks on a SILENCE! The sleeper hold is locked in tight but Stone has a lot of fuel in his tack being that is so early in the match! With sheer determination, he pushes himself up onto his feet and makes dive towards the ropes and manages to latch his hand onto them. Donovan calls for the break but Jin doesn’t wish to release. Remember the slap across the face drives him to apply the pressure further and Donovan will have none of this! After a 5 second count, Jin lets go and the match head into its midpoint. MATCH MIDPOINT: At the match’s midpoint, Stone manages to hit a few hard velocity moves to take control of the match. A TASTE OF HEAVEN, BLAINE STONE EXPERIENCE & ACE CRUSHER have all been delivered to Jin and now it is Blaine’s hopes he can put it away at anytime now. However, try as he might, Jin is not being cooperative. Lifting Jin up off the mat and whipping him to the ropes, Stone is about ready to find this out first hand. Bending down for a back body drop, Stone drops himself down a bit too early and Jin sees it coming a mile away. Latching onto the back of his head, he twists around and drives Blaine straight into the mat with a face plant. Rolling to his feet and laying in wait for a side kick, Jin fails to realize its now Blaine’s turn to smartly scout his opponent. As he rises to his feet, he can feel the whoosh of Jin’s kick approaching but ducks his head at the last second and counters with a wonderful back elbow! The impact makes Jin cover up in pain automatically for a POLISH HAMMER! Jin gets sent down to the mat immediately and Blaine leaps on top of him! He only gets a 2 and a half before Jin kicks out and our match heads to its final stage. MATCH ENDING: The end has come for one of our competitors and both are making a strong case that it shouldn’t be them! Hammering away on Stone to daze him, Jin successfully accomplish this and puts Stone in a MICHINOKU DRIVER! Jin transforms the move into a pin and Stone fights like mad to get his shoulder up. He does at 2 and both men release themselves from the hold and rise up to their feet. Out of desperation, Jin comes running in for a dropkick but Blaine is able to counter with a quick side step. He bats Jin out of the air and he goes crashing down to the canvas and gets a face full of boot for his efforts. Picking Jin up, he releases him and goes for the WRITTEN IN STONE! However, Jin manages to escape from the combo but takes enough of it to temporarily daze him. Quickly figuring out what to do next, Stone eyes the ropes next to him and then bolts up into the air. Springboarding off of them, he comes back hard with a B.S.E.! It connects onto Jin’s fallen body and Stone covers, hooking Jin’s leg back as far as it will go for extra insurance. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: BLAINE STONE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:00:20 GMT -5
Segment: Sticky Situation Credit: Jon Taylor, Fallen Souls, Blaine Stone, Thunderkiss
The scene opens at the backstage area. It isn't long since Blaine Stone's match with Jin and the crowd appeared to be a bit more lively since it's completion. Our subject of interest today is the locker room belonging to the newest stable in ACW; The Second Coming. Yeah, that's the name of it. Nice and generic like Entourage and Senatorial Stable. Jon Taylor and Fallen Souls can be seen inside the locker room, chilling out one would assume. Suddenly, the door rapidly swings open to reveal the entrance of Blaine Stone, returning from his match-up against Jin. Taylor looks up at Stone, as does Fallen.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I presume things went to plan out there?
Stone looks pleased with himself, though doesn't he always?
Blaine Stone | The Paragon of Perfection: As if you even have to ask.. It's as If asking a god if he has trouble crushing a fly.. a lion being worried about catching a mouse. Jin experienced nirvana tonight and got a first-class trip into the Temple of the Golden Sun..
Taylor seems a tad unsure how to respond.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: In other words.. you won?
Blaine Stone | The Paragon of Perfection: Correct
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well, let's face it you were against one of the weaker competitors in ACW, but hey a message is a message!
Blaine Stone | The Paragon of Perfection: And the message has been clearly stated.. I not only defeated my Japanese opponent, I dominated him.. A massacre as one-sided as an group of men armed with sticks battling a battalion of troops armed with guns.
Taylor seems a bit perplexed by Stone's response.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I guess you could put it that way...
Blaine Stone | The Paragon of Perfection: I can, can't I? I single-handedly showed why the Second Coming is the dominant force in ACW. It will not be long before every title in ACW is within our grasps.. The words of a god never fail to come into being, which means that this is..
Taylor sighs.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Written in Stone.. I know, look, you're not the only person in this stable, you know? Now quit acting like you're a god around here..because you're not.
Stone of course immediately replies trying to set Taylor straight.
Blaine Stone | The Paragon of Perfection: Jon Taylor, who are you to doubt me? A mere mortal such as yourself could not begin to fathom what a god such as myself have planned for ACW. This goes beyond simply what you want.. This is for the greater good of ACW, so don't question me like that.
Taylor looks to be growing slightly annoyed with Stone being so egotistical.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Calm it down, Blaine. We're all in this together...no need to get so worked up and defensive over something so simple as this, is there? You won the match, you sent a message to the people backstage - can we move on now?
Blaine Stone | The Paragon of Perfection: Yes, we can move on, but if you keep talking like this, you might be in need of a trip to the palace of wisdom if it means opening your eyes and realizing that you're speaking to a god among men.. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to watch Lost.. Oh, and feel free to bring your donations to me, but make sure not to bring any of your friends, FSX. Trannies are forbidden in the Temple of the Golden Sun..
Taylor looks annoyed by Stone now, as Stone opens the door again.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Alright.
As Stone leaves the room Taylor looks a bit puzzled and confused about what to do about Stone's huge ego...lord knows how egos as big as Stone's and Taylor's can co-exist! Fallen seems to have been listening intently.
Fallen Souls | The International Champion: You know, it seems like he's grown into an asshole in the thirty minutes he's been in the stable, doesn't it? Way to be a bad influence, Taylor!
Taylor seems to feel the same way.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I don't know...I thought he would be a great asset to the stable, he showed good potential...but now i'm not so sure.
Fallen Souls | The International Champion: It's as if they stole your DNA and cloned you into a younger and more athletic machine of a man! The only difference is that you get all serious around people with ego's that rival the size of your own, which is kinda weird...
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Hmm...Stone is turning to out to be more trouble than he's worth...I thought we'd be able to sort of mold him into half a decent competitor. Guess I was wrong.
Fallen Souls | The International Champion: Are you even listening to me, or just imaging things for me to say and answering them? Either way, if you think he's going to be a big problem then you have to come up with a solution for the problem. Like I said before, I'm not cleaning up if you guys do something stupid.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I guess we have to get rid of the little fucker before he gets us a bad rep and ruins our plans. It's a shame really, he could of been quite the asset to the stable if his ego wasn't larger than mine. And we can't have that can we?
Fallen Souls | The International Champion: Yeah, seeing that if anyone had a bigger ego then you they would be hiring illegal immigrants to wipe their ass for them, seeing there too good to clean themselves.
[Taylor begins to chuckle, but soon his laughter is drowned out by a much louder and crasser sound - that of their locker room door barreling off its’ hinges. The instant they hear it, both Fallen Souls and Taylor jerk their heads in that direction out of shock and surprise.]
Thunderkiss | Mr 500%: Hey BOYS! Did somebody say they needed some cleaning?
[Standing in the doorway is Thunderkiss holding an industrial sized water hose. He aims the nozzle directly at the two men responsible for his dismay at the end of Meltdown with a devious and shouts out - ]
Thunderkiss | Mr 500%: BECAUSE I HAVE JUST THE THING!
[He pulls back on the nozzle’s trigger. The moment liquid spills from its tip one can easily deduce that the hose does not contain water, but rather a sweet sugary substance known as Thundergy! The pressure knocks both FSX and Taylor right off their chairs and into the far wall where TK drenches them from head to toe, laughing all the while. After about a minutes of being hammered by high pressure Thundergy, TK lets up and the Second Coming crashes onto the floor, completely bruised and battered.]
Thunderkiss | Mr 500%: There. You guys look totally spotless now. Next time you want to make a name for yourselves at my expense, you two crackerjacks better think twice.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: SON OF A BITCH!
Fallen Souls | The International Champion: AHHHHHH!! PEOPLE! PEEEEEEOOOOOPLEEEE!! I DON'T LIKE BATHEING IN HUMAN REMAINS!!
The camera fades out as Taylor and Fallen are seen literally swimming in Thundergy. Sick.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:00:42 GMT -5
OOC Segment – Credit: Hitman Dear BK. In all honesty, you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone on the boards who say you didn't deserve this show. For all the tireless work you've done for ACW, we appreciate everything you do. I remember when I first signed up for these boards about two-three years ago. I remember when I posted my bio; your only reaction at the time was " ". A couple months later, I was feuding with you for the International Championship. [Almost] main-eventing that show with you felt like an honor… It was great to be in the same league as someone as cool as yourself. Then the Ragnarok 2006 match came along and that was, in all honesty, one of the best matches I've ever had a privilege to be a part of. It came down to you and me in the end and you got me again. I didn't care about the loss because once again, it was so great to be in the same ring with some of the coolest people I've known. I have always enjoyed reading your work; it didn't matter if it was cocky BK, serious BK or toss-Flamingo-off-a-truck BK. One particular moment I remember was when you came out on a show when you were world champ and was reviewing your text messages. I just happened to be in there with my clumsy large fingers. My only reaction was lulz. We have certainly had some great times, be it on the boards, chat, MSN or AIM, and the only thing I can do is tip my hat to you, buddy. You've earned it. Safety first! Mark/Hitman/XS3/Williams/Daniels/Drinkin Boyz/Easter Bunny/Santa Claus
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:01:35 GMT -5
Segment: Wait, They Have Met? Credit: Mr. Red, A.Starr The camera fades into the chairman's office. Gingerdude is not in the office. The crowd is wondering why they are looking into an empty room. After a few moments, Gingerdude walks into his office. He doesn't look or go to his desk. Instead he walks to the window and looks out it. He stares out for a moment before straightening up.
Gingerdude: Why in the freaking hell are you sitting in my damn chair? The camera spins around to see Mr. Red sitting in the boss's chair. His feet are propped up in the desk. He glares over at the chairman with an extremely pissed off look. Gingerdude walks over to the desk. He grabs Mr. Red's feet and throws them off the desk.
Gingerdude: Are you nuts? Mr. Red: Call me crazy, but I am feeling like turning into a crazy son of a bitch and beating your ass for doing that to my girl. Gingerdude: You won't lay a hand on me. Mr. Red: You don't know what I am capable of. I will rip you apart limb by limb. Gingerdude: Don't get angry at me because you cannot keep your own plans straight. You wouldn't be in this situation if you would have only remember about your Entertainment Championship match. You are the dumbass that agreed to compete in two matches. I am the one the disapproved it. Red: Hold on. I did not agree to the tag match. She agreed for us to be in it. I never had the chance for rebuttle. Gingerdude: Seems to me like she was excited to reveal herself as a competitor. So that is why it seemed easy enough for me to book her in the match. Red: Why the fuck did you have to book something so ridiculously stupid? I don't think we would be having this conversation if you have booked her one on one or something but a damned handicapped match? Against one man that has been trying to kill her for weeks and another that flat out hates her guts? You are a moron. Gingerdude: As I have told you before, Red. Your problems, you find the solutions. Red: Screw you then. I will find a solution. I will come and look like a hero. Red walks out of the chairman's office. He opens the door and to his suprise, Andrew Starr stumbles back a few steps. It is obvious that he had his ears pressed against the office door. He smirks at Red as they go face to face. Starr: Mistah Red, looks like you have come to a turning point in your career. Come Saturday, you will have to make a choice.Red: What the hell are you talking about? Starr: You have put yourself between the perverbial "rock and hard place" and you need to decide where your hear lies. Do you care more about this Entertainment Championship... or your wife?Red: You don't need to worry about me. You should be worried about whether you can hold that belt when I get done with you. Starr: Thats the difference between you and I. I KNOW where your heart lies. You care about your wife, its obvious as you nearly forgot about our match!Red: I didn't forget. I was caught up in the moment. Things were going down and I was going with the flow. Starr: Well, let me break it down for you Red. You wont have to worry about accompanying your wife anywhere, moreso the match this saturday at Genocide! By the end of our match, you'll have been beaten up and kick around enough, that your wife wont even recognize you.Red: No. Let ME break things down to YOU. I will be there for her. I will accompany her to her match as the NEW Entertainment Champion. You, Mr. Mariner, can count on that. Starr: Now that you brought that up, you are quite correct on the Mr. Mariner thing. Just like last season, this will be our rubber match. And Im quite sure you recall the result of that. So, I will have no problems saturday. I mean, you have about the same chance of winning as the Reds have of winning the World Series!Red stares at Starr for a moment before turning and walking away down the hall. Starr goes to turn the other way, but stop shorts, and in a fit of anger, he shouts back down the hall. [/i] Starr: GIVE US BACK GRIFFEY, DAMMIT!!!Starr looks down towards Red before turning away and moving on to the Entourage Locker Room.
The meeting between Red and Starr has re-ignited a furious, angry flame between the two. Will this carry over to the Entertainment Championship match Saturday? Will Mr. Red be distracted with thought of Mrs. Red? Will Seattle ever get Griffey back?
These questions and more answe-- oh, we arent Dragonball Z. Nevermind. Fade out. End Segment.[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:02:38 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Your Fortune Doesn't Interest Me Part 4: The Answer Is Told. (Credit: Chef) Monday, March 17th, 2008. 7:26 AM WE CAN DANCE IF WE WANT TO. WE CAN LEAVE YOUR FRIENDS BEHIND. 'CAUSE YOUR FRIENDS DON'T DANCE AND IF THEY DON'T DANCE WELL THEY'RE NO FRIENDS OF MINE! DJ: YEAH! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY ACW ISLAND. YOU'RE LISTENING TO 101.6 HOME OF THE ROCK! Voice Over: INCEST IN THE MORNING. Suppressed Memories. 101.6! And sadly, Thunder Train has to wake up to that today. Wondering why that DJ hasn't been fired by saying such remarks on a radio station broadcasted to a few thousand people. He rolls over on his side and the first thing on his mind is what was said to him several days ago. He falls back asleep and of course has a flashback...flashback...flashback....Dr. No: You see Thunder Train, I know a lot about you that you probably don't know about yourself. Thunder Train: I highly doubt thatDr. No: *Laughs* Haha you see Thunder Train, I know about one person in your life that you never knew about, your father... Thunder Train: WHAT? Don't you ever speak about my father, he is a no good piece of crap that left me has a childDr. No: Then what the US government doesn't want you to know has done a pretty good job of hiding itself. You see shortly after your mother was pregnant with you a war happened. Not very many know about this war because it was hidden from the public. Now, you must be asking yourself, "How can a war be withheld from the public?" Well this war happened, in space... Thunder Train: What? That seems ridiculous.Dr. No: Which is exactly why the US government never told anyone. You see during the summer of 1983 the White House received several threats. Security was amped around the United States and caused a brief panic. However, the citizens were told it was a "Standard Procedure" and the government was trying a new protection plan. But the threats were from extra terrestrial life forms. The government assigned an elite group of 10 to go fend off the forces. Your father was a part of them, as was I. The fight went on between September 1983 to December 1985 called the Great Space War of 1983. Thunder Train: So, everything I was told was a lie?Dr. No: Yup. Your father was actually a great hero. But, he will never be recognized by the government due to the scandal that would ensue them. However, the word eventually broke out when a laser beam struck a town in Arizona. The government covered it up by saying that it was fragments from an asteroid. Of course, the people bought it and went on with their lives. Over the course of the next year the 10 of us were able to hold off the alien forces but we were drastically under supplied. We constantly asked for more money and resources but we would not receive them. The US then decided that the losses were too great and surrendered to the aliens. At the last second however, the 6 of us remaining attempted to assassinate the leader. We were successful and the rest of the alien forces didn't want another one of their leaders to be killed. Thunder Train: So....the US won?Dr. No: No, as a matter of fact they lost. They lost 61 Billion dollars trying to ward these monsters off and were unsuccessful, if it wasn't for our team the world would probably be destroyed by now. Trying to avoid ruining the "Perfect" US reputation they ordered a ceremony for the returning men and women from the mission, they're reward?...Death. The government killed all the people and dismantled all the weapons and ships that were used. Thunder Train: But...then how did you survive it?Dr. No: My ship crashed in Canada on our way back. I few off course and landed there. I did as I was told and destroyed the ship. Then I lived in Canada until 2005 when I moved here, to ACW island. Thunder Train: But...the Freeman stuff...Dr. No: HELLO? I live on frickin ACW ISLAND you think I might know a little bit about the wrestling business. Now, you must leave and never speak of this to anyone, ever. If I can, I will tell you the rest of the details. Goodbye Thunder Train: Thank you for telling me the truth...as much as it doesn't sound like it. Later.And after that Thunder Train re-awakens from his flashback. Now he knows the truth about everything. But...how reliable is this old man? Did he really know Thunder Train's father? Not exactly knowing these questions he gets out of bed, gets dressed and leaves to go to the ACW arena.
End. OOC to BK: Well BK, I got nothing but good things to say about you. You are probably the best mod..after AK...and Senator...and Jonny...Nah, just kidding man. But really, keep up all your hard work and help make ACW the greatest E-fed in the world!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:04:45 GMT -5
OOC Segment – Credit: Taylor
"Despite my tendency to nag, complain etc. BK has always managed to keep it cool, even when I stupidly demanded all my segments be completely re-organised one show when he was actually posting it. BK does a fantastic job, and without him ACW really wouldn't be the same. I haven't had a chance to work with BK in character yet, but I thoroughly look forward to the day I do!"
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:05:08 GMT -5
Segment: Guess whos back? Credit: ??
BK grabs the steel chair, that nearly sent Kevin's head flying into the third row with just a few minutes ago, and swings it - aiming for the face of The Libertines. The chair connects but not with the face. The Libertines manages to get his hands up to block it, preventing any bloodshed from his head. As The Libertines hits the ground, he holds his hand in pain, screaming and writhing in pain and as the camera closes in we see he thumb of Libertines' is bleeding. It appears the fingernail of The Libertines has been removed clean off the thumb, and while RAF is a bit taken back by it, he calls for the bell.
The Libertines fades in with frown on his face.
The Libertines: That happened over a month ago, and you know what happened to ACW after The libertines was gone.
Libertines pauses looks at the crowd does his evil libertine smile
The Libertines: ACW has become shit. It’s boring now it’s not even ACW anymore is should be BCW. Boring championship wrestling. Why, because there isn’t one trace of alpha left in ACW. As soon as The Libertines left it became stale, boring and lame. The Libertines was the show was the main event and was the money maker of ACW. Taken The Libertines out of ACW is like taken the poison out of a snake or taken balls out of a man. It just isn’t the same without it. The Libertines is that to ACW.
pauses to hear the boos
The Libertines: So that’s why ACW has been on a downward spiral.
Fans boo. The Libertines laughs
The Libertines: Although you fans boo me. The Libertines welcomes it, because The Libertines hates every single one of you, because you let me get hurt. You let me sit at bed watching boring championship wrestling, and none of you guys sent me a get well cards or wrote me letters saying wish you get better.
Libertines face gets sad almost like he wants to cry
The Libertines: The Libertines work his ass off every single time he is in this ring. Every single time for all of you dumbasses, and yet I get no get well soon cards! No more I no longer wrestle to make you guys happy. I wrestle for me, and only for me and also for the money.
The Libertines looks around to the people booing him
The Libertines: The Libertines wrestles to win titles. The libertines wrestles to win now. No longer for the fans, because I realized I can’t stand any one of you.
The Libertines hears a little bit of cheering now
The Libertines: haha. You people cheering for me just now I hope you know I’m making fun of you guys the most because you are the few that like The Libertines yet no get well soon cards? The Libertines hate you all, and hates all of ACW and The Libertines is back to win. The Libertines is back to put the balls back in ACW
Pauses
The Libertines: Why?
Pauses
The Libertines: because I’m cool like that
Fades out with fans booing libertines.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:05:36 GMT -5
OOC Segment – Credit: Michael
Beeks, I haven't known you as long as some of the other folks here, so I doubt what I have to say to you is as poignant, but I do believe you're an incredible fella. You've dedicated yourself to this fed unlike almost any other, and you've been a standup gentlemen throughout it all. You've done everything the right way, and your presence infinitely enhances this e-fedding experience. Thanks for making ACW harder, better, faster, stronger.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:06:19 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Killing Caitlynn Ep. 4 (Credit: Mainer)
It’s Friday, the end of a hard working-week at Desert Pine High and for freshman Danny Masterson the stakes couldn’t be higher. Rushing frantically past wave after wave of lockers he NEEDS to get out of the front of the building. He sprints along as fast as he can, his black over-shirt flapping behind him in the wind which is part of an attire consisting of denim jeans and a Pantera t-shirt. Beads of sweat roll down his forehead as he sprints to reach his target who waits outside for the last school bus. It’s a hot summer day and so much is running through his mind, particularly Aiden’s words from their chat the other day. He heads for those double doors which look like “Heaven” just waiting in front of him. He uses all of the power in his legs to run forward as the doors loom closer and closer. He’s so close that he can feel the glory. He’s got one opportunity now and he’s NOT going to blow it.
Closer and Closer, his heart nearly pounds right out of his mouth as everything he’s ever wanted in the past 4 years is boiling down to this one moment. He told her to wait for him outside and due to his last lesson teacher being an ass he’s out of lesson late. His arms shunt up and down by his sides in perfect rhythm as he gets so close to the goal he can taste it but coming from a side-corridor right before the door emerges a large figure with long raven hair tied back in a ponytail in black jeans and a black t-shirt. A HUGE right foot flies forward damn near BEHEADING Danny sending him crashing onto the marble floor of the high school. Clutching his jaw in sheer agony he rolls around in pain.
Danny: Ahhh FUCK!
Jared: YOU PRICK!
The big figure looks down at Danny squirming on the ground towering over him preparing for his next move like a vulture picking at the rotting carcass of a fox. Danny through glazed eyes can see the giant hands reach down towards him pulling him off the floor with a loud yell. Danny is up to his feet now completely disarrayed. The attacker leaves him standing momentarily. Danny’s eyes slowly start to refocus and he can see that this assaulter is none other then Jared Lakes and standing by him is big man Jesse Jones. A transition seems to occur in both Lakes and Jones’ mind.
”Hollywood 911: Jared Lakes”: Let’s fuck this little traitor up Jesse.
”Stampedia: Jesse Jones: Gladly.
The big man Jesse Jones walks over to the stumbling and slightly groggy Danny and so does Jared. The deadly duo advance on him with hatred in their eyes. Jesse is in the palm of Jared’s hand now and completely under his control in the war with Masterson. Jesse lifts up Danny on his shoulders in the Fireman Carry position standing side on to a set of lockers. Jesse strafes to the left using both hands to lift Danny before throwing him skull first into a locker. Danny bounces off of the face of the locker like a basketball off a wooden floor. As Danny tumbles to the ground you can see that there’s a massive gash in his forehead and his hair looks messed up. Jesse smiles as Danny lies motionless on the ground. Jared is indeed happy with these results and decides that it’s time to make the final move.
”Hollywood 911: Jared Lakes”: You sonnuva whore Danny! I fucking trusted you and now look at you. You’re a failure licking at the heels of a little cry-baby slut! Danny, I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. I NEVER forget. I treated you like a brother and THIS is how you repay me? By treating me like shit you scraped off of your heel? Who the fuck do you think you are Danny?
”Stampedia: Jesse Jones”: All of my life Danny I’ve been a JOKE to you. You gave me shit because I was obese and NOW look at me. I’m 6’4 of PURE steel and I just cut you open motherfucker. I kicked your ass old style and now you’re pathetic. I AM BETTER THEN YOU WILL EVER BE DANNY…
Seeing the twisted monster that his venomous words have turned Jesse into, a sly grin spreads across his mouth as he knows that his plan to turn Jesse into a weapon against Danny has worked to perfection. For years now Jesse has been constantly lying about all the things that Danny has been doing behind his back and this has only motivated Jesse to becoming a pure monster.
”Hollywood 911: Jared Lakes”: Ready for the icing on the cake Danny? The cake that you would CONSTANTLY make jokes about on Jesse behind his back? How dare you. How fucking dare you treat ME like that. You’d better hope someone calls 911 after they find you because BOY are you going to need it. Jesse… let’s finish this.
Jesse’s face flares up as he looks at this great opportunity. Jesse grabs Danny by his head and pulls him off the floor with ease due to his huge strength. Jesse wraps his arms around Danny lifting him off the ground using his huge arms like boa constrictors to choke the life out of Danny with a massive bear hug. As Jesse crushes the torso of Danny, Jared walks around behind him holding onto his shoulders.
“3.”
“2.”
”Goodnight Danny…”
“1.”
Jared leaps up bringing his knees out while Jesse falls forward for a HORRIFIC Spinebuster/Back Cracker combination, which could’ve damn near, cracked his spine. Danny rolls in antagonizing pain as the blood continues to flow down his face. Jared and Jesse get up off the floor dusting themselves off while Danny lies completely dazed and confused on the floor in a great deal of pain. Danny slips into subconscious as his vision starts to faaaadeeee….
Danny regains consciousness roughly 60 seconds later clutching his neck. Pain flashes all through his face and as he looks down he sees his Pantera shirt has blotches of blood all over it. Danny quickly sits up realizing he NEEDS to find Caitlynn and stat. He quickly scrambles up to his feet in a dizzy haze from the blood loss. The name Caitlynn is burning through his mind and he quickly runs for the door of which he was looking to reach before. He bursts out into the campus area of the school and he can see it’s completely deserted. He runs along the exterior wall leftwards heading to the school bus area. He sprints at a thunderous pace to find what he came for but he sees nothing but the worst case scenario… yeah Caitlynn is there but she’s not alone. Backed against the wall, she’s holding hands with a guy with a black faux hawk hairstyle and a relatively smooth appearance dressed in a white t-shirt with a leather jacket and a pair of cargo pants. Tongues in each others mouths, the man that is kissing Caitlynn is none other then Danny’s new friend Jamie Longshaw who is fully aware of Danny’s crush.
Danny: Hey guys! Sorry I’m late Caitlynn, I got caught up.
Danny shouts out to the couple who immediately turn and look at him. At first there was the look of joy on Caitlynn’s face to see one of her best friends but then the look of confusion before the look of panic as she sees how banged up Danny is. She immediately breaks off with Longshaw running forward to Danny to check if he’s OK. She immediately hugs Danny trying to get him to sit down.
Caitlynn: Oh my God, Danny are you OK? We’ll call 911 and we’ll get you a bandage and some antise-
Danny puts his index finger out instructing Caitlynn to calm down with a “Shhh” noise. Longshaw is standing just behind Caitlynn with a very smug look on his face. Danny catches this look and he sees him occasionally glancing down at Caitlynn before looking right into his eyes rubbing salt into the wounds of Jared Lakes.
Danny: Caitlynn calm down! I’m fine seriously it’s just a scratch.
Caitlynn: B-b-b- but Danny you’re bleeding and you’re hurt an-…
Jamie steps to the side of Caitlynn putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder left shoulder.
Longshaw: Don’t worry Caitlynn. Danny’s a tough sonnuva bitch. A little blood isn’t going to kill him.
Caitlynn: Bu-
Danny: Caitlynn, chillax. I’m fine. I just need to get a plaster and bandaged up, maybe wash the wound as well. I’ll be right as rain.
Glancing slyly at Jamie he drops a bomb right on top of Danny’s head.
Jamie: Anyways… moving on to the good news. Danny, me and Caitlynn are dating!
Caitlynn: Yeah… he just asked me out like 5 minutes ago. And I thought that nobody liked me heh.
Jamie wraps his arms softly around Caitlynn’s neck.
Jamie: Don’t be silly baby. You’re beautiful… I’m sure there’s hundreds of guys that want you…
With a sly glare and emphasis on his next words he truly cuts to Masterson. He breathes in planting a kiss on Caitlynn’s warm neck before delivering that cutting blow.
Jamie: I’m just glad I got there first.
Internally, Danny is swelling up with rage and looks like he’s about to blow someone’s head off with a Vegas Blackout but on the outside a smile spreads across his face. Calm and relaxed, the young Danny Mainer smiles wryly and nods.
Danny: Yeah… that’s great. Congratulations guys!
Caitlynn: Oh yeah Danny, you said you wanted to talk?
Completely crushed at this stage, that sly grin spreads even further on Jamie Longshaw’s face as he breathes heavily down Caitlynn’s neck like a perverse predator. Thinking quickly on the spot… his saving grace comes when the last bus appears at the stop about 20 yards away from them. Stopping, Jamie breaks his hold on Caitlynn and walks over.
Danny: Nah it’s good. Just wanted to talk about the weekend plans but uhh looks like you’re fully booked.
Danny playfully puts his tongue out towards Caitlynn who giggles at the gesture. Jamie is walking over to the bus leaving Caitlynn slowly trailing behind. She jogs off towards the bus, stopping to look back at Danny. Deep down she wants to stay and chat to Danny and you can see as she looks rather sadly at him like a child who’s had her candy taken off her. Danny sighs and looks at the floor scraping his feet on the concrete slabs. Danny looks up again at Caitlynn, the two make eye contact and it looks like Caitlynn might be about to cry but Jamie shouts out to her and she runs to get the bus. Danny jogs over to the bus window to wave to the new couple. Caitlynn is sat on the window seat and Jamie is next to her. Caitlynn waves to Danny as Danny smiles and rubs the back of his sweat-drenched head. Caitlynn continues to wave but to rub it in his face more, Jamie twists her body around and starts to kiss her again so her back is to the window. Jamie raises his index and middle finger behind Caitlynn’s back aggravating Danny even further. Danny is left with the burning image of the two kissing as he slowly walks off home. Hatred is burning through his mind that Jamie would sell him out like that. He turns to walk home as we draw to a fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:07:13 GMT -5
Segment: A Very Special Thank You (Credit: ??)
As the show returns from commercial Phillip is in the middle of the ring as he is ready to make an announcement. He holds the microphone up to his lips and as the audience starts to die down begins to speak.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen thi-
??: Escuchame! Escuchame! Everyone listen.......... to me!
cameras zoom in to reveal that it's Latino
Latino: This is Latino Night Heat!
Latino staggers down with a beer in one hand. It's clear he's been drinking heavily. He stumbles into the ring as the fans let out a big cheer for the long seen wrestler.
Latino (stumbling a few steps to the right): You see...I've been doing a lot of thinking. IIIII....am the greatest human wrestler alive. That's right, I said it.
Latino shrugs his shoulders as if he's just proved the biggest point in his entire life. He tries to continue his drunken rant but Phillip stops him.
Phillip: Hold on, hold on. Latino.....are you drunk?
Latino: Nooo. I'm just....overly estatic...ly social. Now, let me talk chico.
Latino starts to pace around the ring as if he's never been gone and continues to talk as he takes a sip of his beer and just like old times let's his thoughts spew out.
Latino: You see, I have been in this game for a loong time. I've faced them all and seen them come and go....go and come!
He repeats that last line as he ensures it makes sense. After he's sure Latino goes on with his words of drunken wisdom.
Laitno: From the "Lord of Hardcore" to the giant stalking giant that is Torak...to the Real F'N Deal TNT. I've helped make careers in more ways than one, but one career has always.....ALWAYS stood out to me.
Latino pauses as he thinks for a few moments. The rush from the fans continue as they take this time to let out a few cheers and chants. Latino smirks at this but then shakes his head as he continues on...
Latino: BK London! We faced off too many times to match. From the Escape the House match to championship matches to me throwing you off a bridge! I did it all! We tagged together becuase of Affirmative Action.....I mean...we were called Afffirmative Action. We came up with more ideas for feuds....storylines....gimmicks...matches... everything. Most we didn't use but that was our friendship. That's how it worked and I wouldn't want it any other way.
I've see you grow up and surpass me. Everyone praises me for all I did....and how hard I've worked. I say if I've worked like a machine....then you worked like 10 machines. You've done better than me and while most men would be jealous or angry....I'm proud....
And if...
Latino tries to talk but suddenly two police officers are shown walking down the entranceway. He notices this and suddenly starts shaking his head.
Latino: Oye chicos.... that hole in the wall caused by that random car was there when I got there! Hey, hey! Put those handcuffs away! Dios Mios!
Latino quickly tries to make a break for it but the cops quickly rush the ring. Due to his drunken state the cops are this time at an advantage. They quickly put lock on the handcuffs as the fans let out a loud boo. Latino struggles but the cops have him in place as they pull him out of the ring. They slowly force him down the entranceway as Latino continues to struggle and certainly doesn't use the right to remain silent.
Latino: Come on chico! Get me lawyer! Get my wife! Get mi abuela! London! It was all for you! It was all for you!!!!!!!!!
As Latino is taken out of the arena the fans start chanting out loud "ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA!" and the scene fades to black....
OOC: Segment credit goes to Latino.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:07:59 GMT -5
Match 4: Jonny Hughes vs. Alex Richmond (Credit: Hunter)
As the match began, the former ACW Entertainment Champion and the former soon-to-be ACW Entertainment Champion quickly locked up in the center of the ring. Hughes quickly attempted to take Max down with a fisherman suplex, but Max managed to keep him grounded, and then nailed him with a vicious strike to the back. He then proceeded to drop him to the mat with a hip toss, and quickly put him into a grounded sleeper hold. Hughes grabbed the nearby rope, got to his feet, and then instantly took Max back down to the mat with an arm drag. He kept his hold on the arm and managed to get Max into an armbar, which he proceeded to pull and twist for dear life. Max also managed to grab the nearby rope, but when he rose, he rose clutching his arm, clearly showing that the damage had been done.
The two men proceeded to brawl around for a few minutes, with Hughes attempting to do as much damage on Max's already somewhat damaged arm as he could. Max managed to block most of these strikes, but eventually a loose leg connected with his shoulder and sent him down to the ground. Hughes quickly leapt onto him and locked in a reverse chinlock, but Max managed to get up to his feet and toss him back with a mighty back drop. Max covered, but Hughes just managed to kick out. Max let loose with a flurry of strikes, and then got to his feet and waited for Hughes to rise. When Hughes did so, Max bounced off the ropes and charged at him looking for his running lariat...but Hughes ducked, grabbed him from behind, and nailed a sudden Showpiece out of nowhere! He covered...but no, Max managed to kick out!
They rose to their feet once more and exchanged a few strikes, until suddenly Max put Hughes into the position for a running powerslam. He hits this move with immense force and covers...but Hughes kicks out again! Max is clearly getting annoyed at this point, and he lets his annoyance get the better of him as he tries to lock in his Breaking the Bank finisher. But he leaves himself open, and Hughes instantly seizes this opportunity to get back to his feet and hit one of his trademark moves, much to the audience's Shock and Awe (lolz c wut i did?). He does not cover, and instead he sets max up for the Burden of Excellence...but Max counters by setting him up for the Bottom Dollar! Just as the fans think the match is over and Max is going to nail his finisher, Hughes suddenly pushes himself over, lands on his feet, spins around, and viciously locks in the Anaconda Vice! Max does his best to escape, but in the end it is hopeless and he is forced to tap out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:09:22 GMT -5
Segment: All Good Things... (Credit: Senator / Hunter)
A lifetime lasts only so long...
Both Senator Steve Phillips and Andrew Hunter are seen in the Senatorial Office as the show returns, with Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris playing a game of Marvel vs. Capcom 2 on the plasma screen television. By the looks of things, however, the animosity between Guile (Kalb) and Captain America (Fitsharris) in the fictional realm does not seem to be nearly as intense as that emanating from the two men standing on either side of the Senator's desk.
The Senator: I do have to wonder why you requested I speak to you. As far as I am concerned, you are a non-entity at this point, yet another of the teeming masses---
Hunter: If you could for once shut your fucking mouth and stop running your political bullshit my way, I might actually get the rare opportunity to speak and tell you precisely the reason why I'm suffocating in your air as we speak.
Senator: By all means, do not let me prevent you from racking your stunted brain and speaking a piece of---
Hunter: Oh shut the fuck up, I didn't come here to listen to you talk, aren't you fucking listening?
Senator: How droll, yet another base vulgarity...and how utterly amusing to see what it is like when the shoe is on the other foot.
Hunter: We both know that I'm not exactly the least egotistical bastard in the world, but we both also know that I say it as I see it, so why in the fuck are you bitching now? I came here to say one thing, and one thing only, and I want to make sure it gets through your fucking skull.
Senator: Excuse me? You are in MY office, and you DARE to dictate your wretched terms to me? That is pure balderdash and complete nonsense!
Hunter: Look, I don't like Blistering Thundercunt anymore than you do, and I sure as hell don't like him holding onto the most prestigious belt in our industry, but I didn't let that turn me into a crazed shell of my former self, did I? And before I let someone else around here do that to me---
Senator: You cannot just---
Hunter: All I want is a fucking word, Christ! I'm not letting you boot me from the stable, because quite motherfucking simply, I'm QUITTING.
Senator: What? Do my ears deceive me? After I already exiled you from these premises, I suppose that step would only be natural. And I must thank you for saving me the trouble---
Hunter: I'm not fucking done, shut your mouth. Kalb, Fitsy, get out, you don't need to hear this. Not that you would anyways, given my entire fucking private life tends to get broadcast for millions of people bi-weekly, but I digress.
Fitsharris: Oh come on, I've almost knocked him out!
Kalb: We'll finish it later, Kevin. Something tells me it's in our best interest to...scadadle.
The two Capitalists pause their game and leave the room, leaving Hunter and the Senator to themselves.
Senator: You have nothing left of value to add to this already-useless conversation, so I suggest that you leave along with the Capitalists.
Hunter: I just wanted to make sure they weren't in the way when I told you what I've wanted to say for Lord knows how long: this stable, this once great, powerful, top-of-the-world stable is PATHETIC. We used to be the most dominant unit in ACW, and now we're being overshadowed by Thundercunt and his Idiots. And the thing is, we've been sucking since I left, when you had to try to keep everything together when Snake obviously couldn't keep up the weight. And now that I've returned and decided to give you the leadership, you've all just been dead weight for me. You've held ME back. And the reason for that all comes back to you.
Senator: Are you suggesting...?
Hunter: Get it through your fucking skull: YOU'RE GODDAMN OLD AND YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS BUSINESS! Seeing you get beat down by yet another traitor to your "cause" is proof enough that you can't lead anything worth a damn! You're too old to beat any main eventers anymore, and you're too stubborn to adapt to the times! I refuse to let that hold me back, and that's why I'm finishing up my career in ACW, however long it may last, WITHOUT YOU DRAGGING ME DOWN!
Senator: Now just one moment there, you sniveling whelp! You had two reigns at the very top of the industry, and you did so with the direct assistance and support of this very Stable! Without our direction, protection, and manpower, you would have been beat down many times over! And do not delude yourself into believing that the rest of us enjoyed putting up with you! I have endured endless insults at your unimaginative hand over the years, you have gotten various members of MY Stable in undesirable situations, and your misguided, arrogant attempts at wresting leadership from me was the catalyst that drove away half my membership! You killed your own brother, and I had the misfortune of witnessing it! You have been more of a cancer to the Stable than Eliot Spitzer has been to your state! Hunter, I wash my hands of you, and I do so with pleasure!
Hunter: I'm sorta surprised you left out the fact that, despite all of this, I've been incredibly loyal to you this whole fucking time! Did you forget the time when we won the Tag Titles? In better days, even I admit that you were a worthy ally, but it seems that your bitterness grows daily, and it also seems that your Stable loses a member at the same rate, and for GOOD FUCKING REASON!
Senator: I will not tolerate any more of this!
Senator Phillips, with a mighty heave, overturns his desk, and is about to leap over it with a flying hay-maker when Chairman Gingerdude and Tim Dwight, along with a team of ACW security, rushes into the room to break things up.
Ginger: Enough! Thank the Capitalists that they had the sense to tell me that something like this was going on, and thank the Lord I had the sense to stop it before it could truly begin. THIS is the stuff that legendary PPVs are made of!
Hunter: I don't fucking care WHERE we fight, or how, or why, but I want a goddamn match with this motherfucker for the very last fucking time! And the only reason it'll be the last fucking time is because I'll make sure he never walks into a ring ever again!
Senator: Unlikely results, but I do accept the challenge. The die has been cast, and the lines are drawn. Yes, I will enjoy eradicating every last remnant of your---
Ginger: Look, I don't have enough time to listen to your "nothing but the truth" bullshit, so let me just say that the two of you WILL be wrestling at Genocide against one another. And this match will be...
He considers for a few moments, and then smiles.
Ginger: Seeing that you two can not manage to keep your conflict inside a ring, I feel that this would be best served as a match held under a certain set of stipulations entitled...FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE.
Hunter does not need to hear anything else, and so he promptly turns away from the Senator and violently pushes his way past security, until he finally finds the door and exits the room. The Senator watches the door slam shut with an angered expression, while Ginger turns to his security team and quietly converses with them. This is where it has all been leading to...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:10:06 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Tribute. (Credit: Danny Mainer)
Sitting alone with his head held in his hands he’s sat in a black leather chair musing on what he’s about to do. He sits breathing heavily in a dark black suit with a blue dotted tie. He’s got quite a melancholy look on his face but he starts to smile as the cameras start a rollin’ and he’s ready to go.
Danny: ”Ladies and Gentlemen… tonight is a one off segment of Monday Night Warfare where I Danny Mainer give a tip of the hat to a certain in-ring competitor and tell them why. Well, that man that gets my tip of the hat is none other then BK London. BK, for around 4 years now has been walking out every g’damn night with a smile on his face and the skills to entertain and well, I normally can’t stand people like that. BK IS the total package of wrestling. He can whittle you down in a heartbeat with technical wrestling and he can shock and electrify fans everywhere with his high-flying and above all that he’s got the charisma. For 4 years now he’s been doing exactly as ACW has told him to and that’s to go out and entertain and boy does that man put asses in seats. Every ounce of his being is put into raising that damn roof and he does it… that man does it.
Danny takes a quick breather sighing heavily before continuing on with his monologue.
Danny: ”BK London is like me in so many ways it’s unreal but the one thing that BK is that I’m not is a true champion of the people. I can gladly go on record and say that I hate every damn one of those fans out there because to be honest I don’t have the patience to cater for thousands of people so instead I do what I want and when I want no matter what anyone says where as BK has the physical and mental endurance to take all the pain that his opponents give to him and you know damn well what? I walked out of the back doors into the parking lot after the show and I saw BK surrounded by thousands of people and do you know what that great man did? He signed every one of those obnoxious bastards t-shirts, hats, tits, whatever. He is pussy-whipped by the fans but that’s why he’s such a great man. The fact is he goes out there twice a week and will take every bit of abuse that his opponents throw, dish as much as he can muster and damn kill ANYBODY who tries to stop him. BK is the real deal… a TRUE Ring Legend.
He takes another breather before continuing.
Danny: ”I can think of all of the great ring competitors that I’ve faced in the past. People like Ross Lambert, Alex Richmond, Bryan Daniels, Mikey Badass, Jake Steele. None of them could even hold the can-opener to BK London’s legacy and well BK I’ve got to hand it to you, you’re a great in-ring competitor and there is no stopping you man. Of all of the ring competitors that I’ve never had the honour of facing, damn man you’re one of the biggest. I know people that would give their left asscheek to step into the ring with BK. BK my man you ARE a living legend after these 4 years of pure unrefined success I’m hoping for another. You’re one of the reasons there’s been a spiked interest in wrestling and for that I thank you, not because you’ve given me a bigger plateau to perform on but because all the time new superstars are being developed and for that I thank you. BK London… you’re a true legend and I thank you for all you’ve done for this business…
Thank You.
[Fade]
(OOC Note: BK dude, thank you so much for your work over the time you’ve been here. Especially your great endurance with posting the shows even if you had a rough week. You’re a great guy and a great role-player and well here’s to another 4 years of BK Greatness. Thanks for everything man, you’re a blast.) [/quote]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:10:35 GMT -5
"Genocide" (Credit: Anonymous)
After all this time, Rattlesnake finally says something towards me. It took him long enough. I was beginning to think that he had completely forgotten about ACW.
He wants to meet me at Genocide. Not in any match, but in the ring anyways. Very tempting. And if I don't show up, he's going to hunt me down? Oh that's scary.
When Rattlesnake retired, he should have gone into acting. It was a terrific performance. But a performance nonetheless. His threats mean nothing to me.
However, I'm still surprised that he insists on getting his hands on my Skullcracker.
Want to make things interesting Rattlesnake? You may not want a match, but my Skullcracker will be at Genocide with me. Take it, if you can.
I'll be waiting for you at Genocide Rattlesnake. But I'd much rather wait for Fallen Heroes.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 17:11:01 GMT -5
Segment: No More Heroes (Credit: FSX)
Though I have never honestly played the game and I do naturally assume that the relevance to the following piece will on the most part be non-existent, the simple message of it was too good to pass up. People strive to live up to their heroes all of their lives after all, whether they be their parents, or even be a sports icon. It never changes that children desperately want to be like their heroes. However, one must admit they surrender their dreams at one point in life, or at the least surrender their heroes. It's truly a sad and disappointing thing, and their is no bright side. There is no odd or unique twist that allows this to have a happy ending, and will let you smile at how things turn out. This is a simple reminder of dreams you've had to give up, or one day you will have to. A reminder that the world will never abide to your will, and your heroes are never the individuals you believe them to be. If you ever meet them you won't meet an individual that prides themselves on living the example they set for people, or absolutely adore what they do. Nobody is perfect. You'll realize it one day, and I do mean everyone will, that one day there will be no more heroes, and you'll have nothing left to look up too...
A single drop of rain is falling from the sky. Alone and helpless as it plunges to the cold surface below, unable to stop itself from striking the ground in a drop. It would not be lonely for long, however, as more rain would soon follow it and fall to the ground as soon a downpour of sadness would join that initial, single drop. It is almost symbolic for how when one thing has a fall from grace, it is soon joined by the grief and sadness of others. As the camera pans back in this rain it would take a hazy focus on a man sitting in the grass for the moment and staring up the sky. He doesn't seem to have any trace of expression on his face as the emotionless gaze would cripple a neglected child in a second, and leave him in such a state for a lifetime. As raindrops fell on his face he didn't move to brush them away or take notice and leave what was growing into a storm, before a look of irritation and anger suddenly appeared on his face and he scoffed, quickly standing up and looking in the direction of the camera. With his face now in a clearer view, it seems to be Fallen Souls...though his expression is one incredibly foreign and unusual for the moment.
FSX: Isn't it funny how the world will always change, but never in a way that's beneficiary to those that force such change? You can protest in a fashion that will highlight your morales, and try your hardest to spread a message...only to realize that in doing so you inherently cause debate and drama. That you, with your good intentions, manage to create new problems as you desperately try to fix others. The system of how things work right now is simply put a broken one, and it will only create more havoc and unrest instead of allow things to grow better. But why..?
Making a move now as the grass around his feet grew quite muddy with the downpour of rain, he quickly walked over to take a stand on a small path, and the camera would now take a clear note that they were outside of the ACW arena at the moment.
FSX: Behind me lies a building that houses and influence horrible things to take place, and has decided that things will flow in a certain fashion and censor those that try to break free of their devices of pain and routine. They decide to hold back those that don't apply to what they find to work, and what won't give them the ratings that they so desperately desire. It's a situation in which you can't get ahead without spending half of the day on your hands and knees kissing ass, and where politics are the only true important thing. It's a sick place, really.
With a simple wave of his hand he calls for the cameraman to follow him as he makes his way into the building now, shivering and shaking for a moment as his body looked as if it was frozen from the icy rain a moment earlier, before he calmed himself and closed his eyes as he let thoughts run through him.
FSX: This place needs to be changed. It really does, and I feel quite disturbed that of all the people that need to do it the task falls upon me. I'm all about having fun and entertaining people, I really am, but at the same time the competitive monster that lies dormant in each and every person who works with ACW exists within me. I'm sorry to say that after four long years of controlling it and stopping it from possessing me I can't help but feel jaded by the fact that people who have been here for a much shorter period of time, or who have put in a menial effort toward reaching the top of this business have managed to surpass me. In fact, everyone else that has managed to be around for as long as I have has had their turn atop the horse. Their turn to sit on top of that magical mountain that really does exist in the backstage area as well, and allows those on top of it to look down at those that haven't earned a position there.
With the end of this sentence said, Fallen once again begins to shake in his place. At first one may assume that it is due to the cold he'd experienced earlier, but as he glares into the camera it seems to instead be due to a budding frustration that must of built up over a long period of time. Beginning to pace back and forth, it seems that Fallen is taking time to vent.
FSX: Thus there is a group of individuals here that is overlooked by everyone, and NO ONE has been overlooked as long as I have! Whenever I come back to this place I can only manage to fall into routine, you know? They never allow me to have my moment as the ruler of that mountain that everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE else gets a chance to do! I'm just another guy that can be used as enhancement talent around here to the higher ups, you know? They don't let me have a fair chance that everyone else gets because of the style of person I am! I have a different outlook on things! I view situations in a different manner then others do, and have more fun when I do things! I spend a majority of my time trying to entertain those with comedy, rather then act as if wrestling always has to be serious and doing bland, repetitive interviews OVER AND OVER! When does Fallen Souls get his shot, huh? Does he ever? Not how things are now.
Stopping in his pacing for a moment he stares to the ground, before turning back to the camera and walking toward it with a look of anger filling his eyes, the cameraman actually pacing backward a few steps as he seems to be afraid of the emotion this situation has brought out in the usually calm and easy going FSX.
FSX: Even those that I considered my friends never took me seriously! Over the entire time that I was a part of the Senatorial Stable they never allowed me to break free of the role they decided I should be in. Do you know that everyone they allowed to lead the group managed to make it to the plateau of this business? They never thought I was capable. I'm not 'leader material' apparently. Is it because I don't do things the way I'm expected to? Is it because I have a tendency to not be as effective and consistent as others? Maybe, but I only do because I don't feel appreciated. I haven't for fucking YEARS! I'm belittled by those that are my allies for fucks sake! They think their better then me, and thus ignore all others outside of each other. I am talking about Senator and Hunter, and you all know I am. When conflict arises in the stable it's always between them fighting over who is the dominant force in this business. Why not me? Why can't I even be fucking considered by those elitist bastards? Maybe, just maybe if they ever showed they needed me....no..if they ever showed they even wanted me around and cared for me as a member of that damn stable none of this would of happened. Maybe I would of grown used to my role as a third string forever, and just got used to the fact the International Title is my peak...but no...
Pushing back the camera now, a clearly furious Fallen walks back away from it and takes a hold of his hair, crouching over as he lets out a grunt of frustration and appears to be attempting to calm himself down. Unfortunately, he also appears to be failing miserably.
FSX: I'm sorry for what I had to do to Senator on Meltdown, I honestly am. I didn't want to have to hurt him, and I didn't want to have to hurt Alicia either. I respect both of them for what I do, and I believe they will have no trouble recovering from the attack. Unfortunately, I was left no choice. I had to take command of my career and force myself into the big picture. Force others to respect me when they may of said they have in the past, but likely didn't mean it. I have to change the world around me for the BETTER, and fulfill the potential I've never been allowed to in the past. Don't get me wrong, despite the fact I've aligned myself with new individuals who have their own reasons for doing what we will be doing, my reason will always be my own and I will always be who I am. I won't stop entertaining those that watch what I do every week and appreciate it, and I won't stop respecting and honoring those that I have for years. The big picture is I'll be using every and any opening I can to get ahead, and I'll do what has to be done to be noticed as a serious contender. I'll keep honoring my commitment as International Champion and prove to the world it is a incredibly sought after and beloved belt still, but that won't deter me from my ultimate goal. As what? What do you think? I will be ACW World Champion in time, and that is a fact.
With a small smirk on his face, Fallen takes a few steps away from the camera as he makes his way toward the backstage area of the arena, before coming to an abrupt stop and laughing to himself silently for a brief moment, before whole heartedly laughing aloud.
FSX: I'm sorry, but did that come of as a rant? I suppose it was...but it was all true, and it all needed to be said. Just you wait, and things will change...I promise.
As his laughter comes to an abrupt smile and he waves goodbye to the camera man casually before finishing his walk to the backstage area, one has to wonder if things really will change. A serious FSX is usually a sign for something, and as this new group takes form...can they really change what people are used to? Maybe...we'll just have to wait and see....
Fade out.
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