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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Nov 11, 2004 16:23:10 GMT -5
Princess: Thank you Alex
Rose: Is your mother home Princess?
Princess: No, mommy is at work.
Rose: Then who is taking care of you?
Princess: Nobody
Princess smiles holds her hands on her hips in a sense that she is all grown up
Princess: I am taking care of myself.
Rose: Well you certainly are, you are a big girl aren’t you?
Princess smiles big and nods
Rose: But surely it gets lonely, I mean, how often do you see your daddy?
Princess thinks a while and begins her mood takes a sad tone
Princess: I haven’t in a long time
Rose: Your daddy loves you doesn’t he Princess?
Princess: Yes, he calls me and----
Princess abruptly stops
Rose: What is it? Don’t worry, you can tell Alex
Princess: He used to call me and tell me that he loved me every day…..but----but
Princess starts to sob
Princess:…….he stopped a few days ago.
Princess begins to cry wail and wail. Rose then leans over and hugs the little girl
Rose: There, There, I am sure your daddy loves you Princess it’s Ok, I am sure he just has something that is more important, don’t be sad.
Princess: I just want daddy to come home and play with me again.
Rose: Do you want me to try and persuade him to come home?
Rose smiles maliciously when saying this and Princess’ eyes light up as she nods in the affirmative
Princess: Please Alex could you?
Rose: Why sure Princess, I promise you I will make sure your daddy comes home
Princess hops up in down in joy
Princess: Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You Alex!
Princess jumps into Rose’s arms much to her surprise and hugs her. Rose hesitates for a second before hugging the little girl
Rose: We have to go now Princess, now you be a good little girl.
Princess: Bye Bye Alex, Bye Bye Yoky
Rose sits Princess down and they leave the room and walk back towards their car, but they stop for a second and Rose begins to speak again
Rose: Abandoning your own family London? We could have been murderers and what would have stopped us? Somebody does not have their priorities in line. I gave you and opening London, but do not worry, soon you will be back home, after all, I promised your daughter. I keep my promises; I will make sure you come home, even if you become an emasculated shell of your former self.
Yoko: Are we done Alex?
Rose: Yes we are Yoko, you can turn the camera off
Screen goes black
Rose: don’t ever call me Alex again Yoky
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Nov 11, 2004 16:25:50 GMT -5
Match 6: TNT v RDK (Credit: AK, Ending Credit: TNT)
The fans have been highly responsive all night, but they step up several gears at the thought of the forthcoming contest. Philip has to wait a few seconds before he can begin his introductions.
Philip: This match is set for one fall…introducing first, from Chicago Illinois….the ACW Lightweight Champion, TNT!
”Away” by Mercy Drive hits, and TNT struts his way to the ring, supremely confident as always. The crowd is split between fans of his and those who aren’t so keen, but TNT pays little attention to any of them until he enters the ring, whereupon he delights in showing off his physique.
Then the music shifts into “Macho Man” and the crowd rises as one to hail the International Champion.
Philip: And his opponent, from Yellowknife Canada……the current ACW International Champion, Macho Man RDK!
RDK walks to the ring at his own pace, greeting the fans on either side who are threatening to collapse the safety barriers by pressing forward. On reaching the ring RDK springs up and jumps athletically over the ropes; he sees TNT’s smirk but ignores it and climbs the turnbuckles before returning to the centre. The ref’s ready to get things going and he passes the two belts out of the ring.
Bell Rings.
TNT gives RDK some lip as they circle; RDK just smiles and the crowd can be heard responding with some taunts of their own. The pair lock up, each eager to score some early points off their opponent, and it’s RDK that comes out on top; TNT is forced back against the ropes and RDK hits him with a flowing series of blows before using a snap suplex to bring TNT to the mat. RDK pins, but TNT busts out before the count even gets going, and in a second the two are up and slugging it out again, this time with the sides evenly matched. RDK goes for another suplex, but TNT counters by going for one of his own and is able to deliver slightly more force. As RDK hits the mat TNT rolls away to his feet and collects RDK for a forceful powerbomb. A pin is made, and TNT gets just short of 2. There’s a brief hiatus between attacks as each man tries to suss out what the other is thinking; TNT breaks first and abandons strategy for speed with surprisingly successful results, clotheslining RDK to the mat. An elbow drop keeps RDK down while TNT performs the formalities for the Rolling Thunder, but as TNT commits to the final part of the move RDK draws up his knees and everyone watching winces as TNT’s gut connects with RDK’s legs. RDK immediately pins, and the surprise coupled with pain means that he gets a 2 count before TNT recovers himself enough to escape it.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Nov 11, 2004 16:28:45 GMT -5
The crowd is now chanting for RDK, and RDK cups his hand to his ear as he stands up. As TNT rises his annoyance is evolving into anger, but he stays calm and takes advantage while RDK is listening to his supporters with a powerful dropkick. RDK rolls away before TNT can pin, but now it’s TNT who’s smiling and the match is finely poised.
TNT is keen to press his advantage; he charges RDK, intending to spear him against the post, but RDK tries to block and the result is that the pair of them are diverted and go crashing out of the ring. A bit of scrappy fighting on the floor develops into all – out warfare; TNT uses his german suplex to good effect, throwing RDK back against the safety barrier, but RDK hits back immediately by rising to his feet and then crotching TNT on the same guardrail. TNT looks to be in quite some discomfort as RDK lifts him into a fireman’s carry; he heads to the announcer’s table with the intention of slamming TNT on top of it, but TNT thrashes and forces RDK to drop him. More blows are exchanged until TNT abruptly changes his plan and whips RDK viciously against the steel ring post. The crowd cries out in dismay, and as RDK holds a hand to his forehead slightly stunned, TNT lines up a huge superkick that the dazed RDK simply walks into. The ref’s count is getting close to 8, and TNT bundles RDK back into the ring before going for the cover; he gets 2.5, and the crowd cheers as RDK pushes him away, looks to the left and right, and then kips up to his feet. RDK is now “machoing up” big style; TNT is not intimidated and attacks, but RDK blocks his shots and the crowd goes wild as the Macho Slam is delivered. Everyone counts 1….2…thr – Kickout! TNT breaks free, and RDK is as surprised as everyone else at this turn of events. TNT is already heading to the ropes for a rebound; RDK prepares to block as TNT comes in for his RKO…..only for TNT to drop into a baseball slide at the last second. RDK is felled and TNT grabs on and rolls him over…..he arches his back and uses RDK’s mass to obstruct the ref’s view, so the ref doesn’t see him using the ropes for leverage as he just about manages to keep RDK’s shoulders down for the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner……TNT!
TNT celebrates but wants to still abuse RDK and Taunts the Crowd as they boo, and go for the RKO but The Lights shut off and the Crowd Screams with excitement. And a face, with a half a shadow on it is shown on the titantron.
Voice: TNT, get ready, because at Hellbound Heart, Revenge will be your worst enemy
The face fades out and the all the crowd is left with is the sound of a beating heart.
TNT is just standing in shock of what he had just seen. TNT turns around to see the ref and RDK just lying on the ground. Philip enters the ring to check on the two men on the ground. But the Camera men focus on TNT more.
Philip attempts to give TNT his title back, and TNT snatches it away, and walks up the ramp, looking at his title, and looking at it with a concerned face.
TNT: Could it be him, no....
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Nov 11, 2004 16:30:51 GMT -5
Segment: Words (Credit: BK London)
Coming from the last match they show BK London sitting alone in his locker room watching a video. The camera turns toward the television and it is showing Rose's interview from a week ago.
Rose: Saying that London is not in my league is an understatement. He does not have the skill and drive to even come close to making me sweat.
*Fast Forward*
Rose: I am not worried at all, in fact I am rather bored and disappointed in the fact that I am forced to face such an insignificant and undeserving wrestler.
*Fast Forward*
Rose: He can beg for mercy and submit to my will or he will become nothing but a mark in the victory column.
Suddenly a brick comes hurling through the air and into the television set creating some sparks and the broken glass falls onto the floor. The camera slowly pans to BK London.
BK: Somehow, someway I will get in your mind Rose. Someway.
BK London gets up and he walks out the room. He walks down the hall and he comes up upon the Door of the Demon Pit. He is about to open the door but BK takes a second to think. He backs up and walks away.
BK: Warfare Rose, Warfare !!
BK walks down the hall towards the stage for his match.
Fade Out.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Nov 11, 2004 16:33:53 GMT -5
Main Event: Yoko Satoshi vs BK London (Credit: AK)
Whether they love or loathe the competitors in this match, no one in the crowd can dispute their skill and drive, and an enthralling contest is expected as Philip enters the ring once more.
Philip: This match is an intergender singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Okinawa Japan……Yoko Satoshi!
”Flower of Carnage” hits, and the crowd boos as Yoko stalks out into the spotlight, ready to severely dent BK’s title hopes. She looks to be focused and in excellent shape, and the agility with which she hops up to the apron and into the ring is a hint at just how powerful she can be within it.
Then, “Breathe” hits, and BK makes his entrance to a loud and warm reception.
Philip: And her opponent, from Brooklyn New York….BK London!
BK’s eyes haven’t been the same since he became #1 contender for the world title; it’s as if he treats every match as a dress rehearsal for the real thing, and his posture and gaze are those of a man with a mission. He does not react to the fans; for him, his world has contracted to a narrow tunnel with the world title at the end of it, and his only concern is sweeping aside any obstacles in his path. Yoko is clearly one of those obstacles, and she understands from the intensity of his stare that she’ll need to go all out if she wants to have a chance of victory. The crowd gets noisy, and the ref completes his checks and calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Neither Yoko nor BK has any need or desire to hide their intentions, and so there’s no psychological battle to precede the match – they steam in and start battering one another from the word go. Yoko’s petite stature puts her at a disadvantage in a toe to toe fight, so she aims for quality rather than quantity, bobbing and weaving to minimise the number of BK’s shots which actually connect. BK though does not become dispirited; he absorbs Yoko’s stinging blows and keeps the pressure on so that she can’t relax for a single second, waiting, waiting until BAM! Yoko gives him just a fraction of a second’s opportunity, and BK punishes that slip with a brain rattling smack to the head that messes with Yoko’s internal balance. Yoko staggers, and BK capitalises with his Snapmare – to – dropkick combination. BK pins, and Yoko kicks just a little before 2; she stands up, and interlocks her fingers to flex them before approaching BK again. They tie up, shifting their grip as they look for a secure hold; BK has the greater physical strength but Yoko is now playing a smarter game and when BK moves his arms to go for a suplex she hits back rapidly by applying a headlock and dropping to the mat. BK is stunned for a moment or two, and Yoko nips around behind him; she sets up and locks in the old ball and chain before BK can catch on and take evasive action. Yoko applies all the force she can, and BK’s expression confirms that he’s more than a touch uncomfortable; Yoko’s submission techniques have improved significantly from her study of Rose’s matches, and BK realises that even if he doesn’t submit he is risking picking up an injury if he allows Yoko to maintain the hold for too long. Thus he gathers his energy and makes a break for the nearest ropes; Yoko can’t hold him back, but as the ref tells her to release the hold she is confident that she has taken a large chunk out of BK’s stamina, and she is eager to push forward with her plan as the match continues.
But Yoko has alerted BK to the greater danger of allowing the match to continue too long; he has absolutely no intention of picking up an injury so close to Hellbound Heart, and now he picks up the pace to go for a quick victory. A flurry of chops to the chest drive Yoko back into the corner; BK uses his fists and feet to attack Yoko from head to toe, and by repeatedly driving his shoulder against her chest BK leaves Yoko breathless and in quite a lot of trouble. Becoming dizzy and unable to push past BK, Yoko retreats up the post; but this just assists BK who lifts her off and holds her up above his head before slamming her down hard to the mat. He covers and gets 2, but BK is only testing the water; with the crowd now behind him he positions Yoko and delivers a crushing Michinoku Driver before pinning again. This time it’s a 2.5, and BK is ready for the finish; unfortunately for him, Yoko isn’t.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Nov 11, 2004 16:35:45 GMT -5
As he readies for the Revolver, Yoko kicks him back so he can’t take hold of her and then as he approaches again, whips him to the ropes. BK rebounds and charges, but Yoko ducks; this time BK stops himself at the ropes but Yoko’s followed him in and he turns to receive a clothesline as Yoko sends him over the top. BK flips over, but he holds the ropes and flips himself back; Yoko hasn’t seen this, and she’s wide open as BK employs his Yakuza Kick from Hell. Yoko’s head is almost detached from her body and BK signals for the Pegasus Dive; he goes up top and leaps, but Yoko shifts and it only partially connects. BK pins and almost gets 3, but somehow Yoko responds and BK thumps the mat in frustration…and that tiny loss of control is very costly. By taking his eyes off his opponent for just a second, BK gives Yoko time to find her feet – and when he does the same, she’s ready to deliver the flying guillotine. It hits, and the last seconds of the match are a blur; BK can’t clear his head in time to stop Yoko’s cover earning her the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner – Yoko Satoshi!
Yoko can feel the aches in all her muscles as she stands up, but she smiles with satisfaction as she looks at BK, who is lying on the mat staring up at the ceiling. Perhaps he’s replaying the last seconds of the match in his head, learning from his mistake; at any rate, Yoko has achieved her aim for the night and she heads backstage, probably to mail off her latest homework assignment. BK picks himself up after a few more moments; his expression is one of disappointment in himself, but behind that his resolution to be victorious at Hellbound Heart has only become more diamond – hard. The crowd still cheers him with spirit, and even if he only hears them as if at a distance, the small flicker of a smile that passes across his face shows that he’s not totally disconnected from the real world…yet.
As BK leaves, in the shadows near the stage entrance, a hidden figure finishes a whispered conversation on his cellphone:
Voice:….no….don’t worry sir….I have everything sorted out. Trust me, you’re going to be a wealthy man in just 10 days.
The figure hangs up, and steps out of the shadows. Angelo Giovanni smoothes down his designer suit and pockets his phone, and smiles.
Angelo: Perfect. On Warfare, I’ll give Latino the good news……
He laughs, a soft, dangerous laugh, and walks away down the corridor to finalise his secret scheme.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Chairman Gingerdude on Nov 11, 2004 16:36:09 GMT -5
OOC Note: Slightly different today with me putting it together rather than AK, same people helped out with the writing though and it’s just as big as usual, so hopefully there wasn’t too much of a dip in quality. As usual big thanks to all the writers, especially Ridley who helped us out when he doesn’t usually.
And while I’ve got your attention I’ll take the chance to remind you that there is no Meltdown next week so the PPV can be prepared for and can you make sure that you start thinking about spots for your matches now, so that AK and the writers have plenty of time to write your matches and make them the best they can possibly be.
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Post by Latino on Nov 11, 2004 16:40:35 GMT -5
Still a great show despite missing the match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 11, 2004 16:55:42 GMT -5
*applauds* Excellent show everyone. Thanks to all your considerable efforts, I have successfully ploughed through the backlog of coursework and should be clear to write a storming PPV. Remember, Warfare is your last chance for segments etc setting up your PPV matches, so get them to me ASAP. Cheers.
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Post by Trainer kross on Nov 11, 2004 18:00:23 GMT -5
*reads his match several hundred times* It's so beautiful. I mean the rest of the show was great as always but damn! *Continues to praise the show for a while longer*
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Post by kain on Nov 12, 2004 10:43:15 GMT -5
Good job. my team won, shame i have to kick his ass at the PPV.
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Post by scrawn on Nov 12, 2004 11:44:04 GMT -5
Good job. my team won, shame i have to kick his ass at the PPV.
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