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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:50:50 GMT -5
Segment: 30 days and counting… (Credit: Yoko)
As the camera fades in, we see a very cheery Ginger marching down the ACW corridors, having finally got out of his office and set on one destination. Mercer Stanton's office. When he reaches it, he enters without knocking. He sees Mercer Stanton at the desk, with Elias beside him. Stanton looks up at him.
Mercer: A little rude, don't you think?
Ginger: Maybe. But I had something important to tell you, regarding the match Yoko won for me.
Mercer: If it's that important, go right ahead.
Ginger: It's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time.
Mercer: Oh?
Ginger does his best to contort his face like Vince McMahon, you can tell he's been practicing.
Ginger: YOOOOOOUUUU'RE FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRREEEED!
Mercer: That was good. But no I'm not.
Ginger blinks.
Ginger: Pardon?
Mercer: I'm not fired. The match contract stated, and you can read it yourself, that I have to resign within 30 days. You can't fire me.
Ginger: ...You're joking.
Mercer: Let me say right now, you're going to regret beating me. I'm going to do whatever I can to tear this fed apart in these last 30 days.
Ginger: Ok then. Do whatever you want, I'll just fix it when you FINALLY are forced to leave.
Stanton answers him with a smile. Ginger gets up and leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Mercer: I believe he'll find that some things are..Irreversible.
Elias: What do you have in mind?
Mercer: You'll see, eventually.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:52:15 GMT -5
Segment: Intrusion (Credit: Rose)
Alexandra’s footsteps echo and reverberate throughout the confines of the city’s sewer system. She’s been walking on the same winding stretch of railing for about an hour and she’s only managed to get herself lost half a dozen times. Ridley is a man of many talents; drawing maps is not one of them. Every time she glances at the map, she wonders just what kind of a predicament she’s gotten herself into. There is so many ways this plan can fail, and there’s only one way that it can work. Her getting lost and not achieving her goal in time is but one way it can fail. For the next fifteen minutes, she roams aimlessly through the sewer system with a lot of frustration running through her mind. She wonders…and wonders…and wonders…and she finally, she admits to herself that she is lost. Luckily for her, she apparently isn’t as bad lost as she thought; because she finally comes across the place she was looking for shortly after she admits defeat. It is a place where the sewer splits of into two directions, one that would taker her deeper into the labyrinth and one that would take her straight into the Omni. Much to her delight, she finds that she has to get off the railing and wade through sewage for the last half mile. She quietly curses her luck and hopes that she won’t ruin her boots… Then she remembers that this may be the last chance she’ll ever get to use her boots.
Finally, she makes it to her destination; an old rusty ladder that will lead her right into the Omni’s basement. She slowly climbs up the ladder and she’s careful not to make any noise that might alert anybody above her. She knows that she will come up in a storage room, but she also has no doubt that it will be guarded. As she gets to the very top, she puts her ear to the manhole cover and listens for any sign of life. At first, all she hears is the footsteps of two…maybe three different people. After a while she listens on as the guards engage in idle chitchat. They both sound like they are in their mid to late 20’s and they also don’t seem to know each other too well. One of them seems to either be sitting or standing directly on the manhole above her and the other is only a few feet away. She curses her luck and waits for an opening.
Guard 1: Why’d we get stuck guarding this shit anyway, we never get any action down here.
Guard 2: You’ve only been assigned here for a week, I wouldn’t complain if I were you. Besides, who likes being shot at? I don’t… Just give me this nice easy job to relax with.
Guard 1: Getting shot at is better than dying of boredom down in this hellhole….
Guard 2: Fucking rookie… Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll get back to my reading.
Suddenly, she hears another person run up and he’s both yelling in pain and breathing very erratically.
Guard 2: What the hell?!?
Guard 1: Shit, he’s bleeding. I think he’s been shot.
Guard 2: A few times by the look of it.
Guard 3: There’s…..there’s
Guard 1: Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit…oh shit.
Guard 2: Calm the fuck down.
Guard 1: I’ll go get some he---
Guard 2: SHUT THE FUCK UP... Now, what happened to you?
Guard 3: There’s…intruder…
Guard 2: Where is he?
Guard 3: Entrance….
Guard 1: I’ve never seen so much blood….
Guard 3: Am I gonna die?
Guard 2: Nah man, I think you’ll be just fi--- FUCK
Guard 1: He’s dead…….
Guard 2: Well it looks like you’ll finally get to be shot at today. Let’s go…
Alexandra waits for the room to clear and after it becomes quiet, she opens the manhole cover. The first thing she notices is a current issue of Playboy that falls right past her face and into sewer below her. Apparently, this is the reading that the second guard was talking about. The next thing she notices is that there was a folding chair situated right above the manhole cover. She quickly knocks it over and climbs out of the hole. When she gets to her feet, she gets to scan the room for the first time. There are a lot of rather large wooden crates stacked up in the far corner. These crates are covered by blue tarp and are positioned right under the staircase that leads to the next floor. She doesn’t dawdle for too long, she carefully moves around the blood soaked body of the dead guard, and starts to walk up the stairs.
When she gets to the first floor, she slowly opens the door and she quickly scans the area for somebody…anybody. She hears what sounds like an intense gun battle going on to her left, so she sprints down the right side of the hallway… She’s not about to get into any fight that she doesn’t have to be in. She looks behind her for just a second and when she turns back around, she runs smack dab into a Crypt member, who just turned a corner. It’s a tense kill or be killed moment as they both go to pull their guns from their holsters. Alexandra pulls hers seconds before he pulls his and shoots him point blank in the chest. It’s so close a shot that the muzzle discharge causes his clothes to become enflamed and blood splatters all over her body and clothes. Her heart races to dangerous levels and she suddenly fills the deep and sickening urge to puke. She frantically tries to wipe the blood off of her trenchcoat, but she only manages to smear it in and make the stain worse. She does the same to her face and again, she only makes it worse. She’s had other people’s blood on her before, but this is something that she is not familiar with. Guilt and rage are the only emotions that swirl around in her head as she gets up and heads off in the same direction.
She heads towards the loud and monotonous sounds of industry at work. Loud engines clog her hearing and when she gets to the edge of the hallway, she opens a double door and walks through it. The first thing she notices upon entering the room is a huge conveyer belt of hooks that are used to carry large crates to different areas throughout the factory. She also notices that the room is strangely….empty. She realizes that it is a trap about the same time that Galder shuts the door behind her.
Galder: Come to seek advice from the Executor again? I had a feeling you’d plow through here before long… I never knew I was a psychic.
Rose: Galder…
Galder: Looks like I finally get some alone time with my prize…
With that Galder pounces towards Alexandra… She tires to pull out her gun, but she’s too late and he knocks it from her hand. He collides with her, knocks her to the ground, and quickly uses his power to take control of the fight. He puts his pale hands around her neck and starts to squeeze, all while forcefully trying to kiss her on the lips.
Galder: Don’t worry Alexandra, I won’t hurt you too bad….unless you make me of course----
Galder lets out a scream as Alexandra knees him right in his testicles. She gets to her feet and kicks him firmly in the stomach as he starts to get up. He shoots to his feet in a beastly rage and backhands her one good time across the face.
Galder: I wouldn’t do that again if I were you, bitch.
Alexandra felt the sting of his slap and it only serves to enrage her. She returns with a swift bunch to his face… She looks at the hooks behind him, and then she picks him up and rams him right into one if the sharper ones. The hook pierces him through his chest and he starts to twitch sickeningly. Blood splatters all over her, but in her rage, she doesn’t seem to care. She walks away from Galder’s carcass and she then if first starts to dawn on her what she just did. In the span of a few minutes, she’s killed two different men… If she had the time, she’d probably cry, but she doesn’t… There is still so much she has to do… With a all sorts of thoughts racing through her head, she looks for nearest staircase…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:52:58 GMT -5
Match 4: The Deities of War vs. The Santanas (Credit: Daredevil)
Some welcome tag action is up next; the fans cheer loudly as Philp reappears to handle the formalities.
Philip: The following match is a tag team bout, and is scheduled for one fall! Coming first, from the Dominican Republic…The Santanas!
Gasolina hits and the two Santana men walks out to a pretty hot reception. But they choose to ignore the crowd as they walk down to the ring, and enter, ready to face off against the rookie tag team.
Philip: And their opponents, making their tag team debut here on Meltdown…Deities of War!
The Phantom of the Opera hits as the two large men walk out to a pretty hot reception from the fans. They just walk down, Cernunnos a little ahead of Pilko as they enter the ring, causing the Santanas to escape. The two just grin as Cernunnos takes his hood off, and places it over the ropes. The Santanas slowly enter the ring and Cernunnos allows Pilko in first, so it’s Junior vs. Pilko/
Bell Rings
Pilko and Junior lock up in a headlock, but Pilko being the more powerful hurls Junior against the ropes. He attempts a big boot but the younger Santana ducks out of the way of the boot and turns Pilko around, hitting an Enziguri. Pilko falls backwards, but regains his composure and clocks Junior with a hard clothesline. He makes the cover only for the elder Santana to stop the pin. Pilko just smirks as he tags in Cernunnos, and Junior cowers in the corner. He makes the tag to his dad, who jumps in and gets ready to battle the 7 foot monster. The two lock up, but Senior uses his agility to dart to the back of Cernunnos, and hits an unseen low blow with his knee. Cernunnos bends over in pain and Senior sees this as an opportunity, jumping off the ropes and hitting a facebuster. Senior then rolls Cernunnos over, and makes the pin, only for the big man to kick out at 2. Senior looks a little annoyed, but jumps back to his feet and attempts to lift the truest deity in the ACW up. Only he doesn’t manage to lift Cernunnos all the way up, and he grabs Senior by the throat, lifting him up with both arms. He throws Senior to the ground, before making the tag to Pilko. Pilko smirks at Senior as he lifts him to his feet, and hurls him at the ropes. Pilko is bent over attempting to throw Senior over his head but Senior rolls over, hitting the Sunset flip pin! 1…2…kickout by Pilko.
The crowd are slowly starting to go for the Santana men, and cheer as Senior tags in his son. Junior darts at Pilko, but ducks an attempted clothesline by the brother of Daredevil and hits a low blow with his knee, unseen by the referee. Junior then hits a standing dropkick, and the crowd cheer as he jumps to the top rope, and hits a perfect Moonsault. However it doesn’t connect as Pilko rolls out the way, and the crowd groan, as well as Santana Senior. The two men climb to their feet, only Pilko wins the race and catches Junior around the neck, hitting a Chokeslam. He tags in Cernunnos, who has an odd grin plastered across his face as he glares at the two Santanas. He lifts Junior up, and hits a Samoan Drop, and makes the cover, only for Santana Senior to run in and stop the count. This triggers Pilko to run in and attack Senior on the outside, where they exchange fists. In the ring meanwhile, Cernunnos grins as he waits for Santana Junior to make it to his feet, and lifts him up for the Furor Celtica. As he walks around the ring, Santana Senior throws Pilko into the steel steps, but fails to notice the action in the ring as Cernunnos lands the move. Santana Junior lands, unconscious, as Cernunnos pins him, as Senior only just notices. He tries to get into the ring: 1…2…3
Philip: Here are your winners, Deities of War!
Cernunnos celebrates as Senior stops it a second too late. Cernunnos leaves the ring and helps Pilko to his feet, and the two throw their arms in the air as they leave up the ramp. The Santanas look on in the ring, knowing they’ve been defeated, but still get a clap from some members of the fans as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:53:50 GMT -5
Segment: Patience Expired (Credit: Angelo)
The scene opens to some backstage crew workers scattering around and then the camera turns to Angelo Giovanni walking down the hall.
Angelo: That son of a bitch, I’m gonna show him.
Angelo knocks everything off a table, then flips another table over and everything falls over.
Security Guard 1: Mr. Giovanni, please just calm down. Deep breaths!
Angelo pushes him down and keeps walking. The guard gets up and runs towards Angelo. Angelo turns around and clotheslines him down. He picks him up and lifts him into a stalling suplex position. He walks over and brainbusters him through a table. Crew Member: Hey! What do you think you’re doing! You just ruined all my stuff!
Angelo: Up yours!
Angelo chokes him then knees him in the face. He then runs and rams him into the wall.
Angelo walks and stops at a monitor. He sees Ginger talking to many guards, recruiting his army. Angelo smiles an evil smile and rips the monitor off its stand from the wall. Angelo slams it down hard and some glass shatters but it doesn’t totally break. Another security guard is at the end of the hall, he looks like he just came from Ginger’s office. He sprints towards Angelo and Angelo is still on his rampage. He takes the flat screen monitor and throws it at the guard who is now closer. He can’t move in time at the speed which he is going at and he gets hit right in the head with the monitor. He goes down hard Angelo grabs the monitor, and walks to the corner of the hall. He is looking and sees a guard running down the hall. Angelo swings and right when the guard turns the corner he gets nailed right in the head with the monitor which breaks in half. Angelo keeps walking until he sees a small forklift like thing. He walks over and there’s no key. Angelo takes some wire and shoves it in the ignition, he has so much in there he finally gets it to go. Angelo smiles and he drives it. He sees a very large crate and picks it up. He drives it to on certain location then stops it. He gets off and hides behind some boxes but just enough so he can have his hand on the lever.
? : GO!! GO! GO!!
Just then all these guards are seen flying out of Gingers office and Angelo pulls the lever back making the crate drop. It lands on about six of them and shatters on impact. It’s clear that Angelo’s idea was to take out as many as he could right there. Angelo runs as guards look around the forklift and they find all the wire in the ignition but nobody around. The guards run and leave the fallen ones there. Just then Angelo is seen from the other side of the hall and he somehow got over there. He walks back over to the forklift all calm. He makes the arms come back up then brings it down to the ground. He pushes away the crate pieces and the guards. He then drives down the hall and stops. He starts the back up, getting faster and faster with the loud beeping noise echoing throughout the halls. Ginger then opens the door to see what’s going on and he sees the forklift flying down the hall backwards and runs back into his secretary’s part of the office and quickly locks the door. He then runs into his office. Just then the forklift crashes into the door which snaps right off and part of the wall breaks in too. The door is now lying inside the office and part of the wall is chipped and little pieces falls to the ground. Angelo pulls his way into the office. He kicks Gingers door open and walks up to him. He grabs him by the collar of his shirt and lifts him up with his right hand.
Angelo: Who the hell do you think you are?
Ginger is surprisingly calm; evidently he’s getting used to this sort of interruption.
Ginger: The question is more like who the hell do you think YOU are? I will make sure that your punishment will be cruel and you’ll wish you never did this.
Angelo: Ginger you brought this upon yourself. Offering BK money to take me out? Well he just won’t get the job done. I’m a champion dammit, and I won’t go down without a fight.
Angelo smiles.
Ginger: Fine………Monday it will be you vs. BK. Well you and your little friend FSX taking on BK and a partner of his choice. That is, If you make it to Monday!
Angelo brings his left arm back and punches him right in the gut. He does it again then throws Ginger onto his desk but he hits the edge and flips off onto his chair which falls over too.
Angelo: Oh Ginger, this is just the beginning. The worst is still to come!
Angelo walks out and jumps on the forklift then manages to get out of the office. He then speeds down the hall.
Scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:54:19 GMT -5
Segment: ‘Change of Pace/One Voice’ (Credit: Kudo)
”Poison” hits the speakers to a very loud mixed reaction from the crowd. The pyro appears to hit louder and bigger than usual as the new Entertainment champion slowly walks down the ramp with the belt around his waist. Kudo has a very obvious grin on his face as he takes a mic given to him by ring announcer Philip Jones.
Maxwell McNally: There’s much reason for Kudo to be happy at this moment, as he became the new Entertainment champion at Seven Deadly Sins.
Kudo:…
Kudo looks as if he is going to talk but then points to the Alphatron instead. On cue, clipped video footage of Kudo highlights from the fatal 4 way elimination match at Seven Deadly Sins is being shown, ending with a climactic image of Kudo raising the belt above his head. As the video finishes, the mixed reactions continue, and Kudo’s grin grows even bigger.
Kudo: That is what it is all about. Something so great I could not even describe it to you in words, you had to see it to fully appreciate the value, the greatness, that someone of my weight class is capable of. And boy did it feel good blacking out none other than Cernunnos, the oversized, uncoordinated supposed “deity” to become the 18th Entertainment champion.
Mixed reactions continue on as Kudo mentions his win at SDS.
Kudo: Now I’m sure you all know that I make a lot of accusations, complaints, demands, commands and whatever else you want to call them, but you should know now that I back them up with what I do in the ring. Predator is not quite as big a giant failure as my other competitors, but quite frankly, he doesn’t cut it in this business as a champion. Having the ET title on him was just another thing bringing down this company: one of the many cases of elevating the wrong people and burying the talent in the undercard. But of course, it was yours truly, protecting you all from having to witness another day with Predator as ET champion. Now you have a worthy bearer of the belt, one capable of entertaining both in the ring and out!
The crowd begins to shift to more cheers with Kudo’s voice rising at the end of his statement.
Kudo: And now, in the spirit of entertainment, I have an announcement to make. Now despite my deadly knee strikes being the only move I need to lay out my competitors, in the name of entertainment, over the next 5 title defense matches I compete in, I am going to be introducing a very new move.
The crowd cheers at the news just announced. The ACW fans love surprises.
Kudo: And tonight! Is the first of those matches, a title defense against Jonny Spade!
The crowd cheers even louder once discovering a title match is scheduled for tonight and a new move will be brought out.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Did you hear that?! Kudo’s introducing a new move right here tonight!
Kudo: Now if Jonny Spade can keep up with me, this match ought to be the perfect display of the new Entertainment champion’s abilities, as well as Jonny’s. You see, I’m a very giving man, I’m a very humble kind of guy. I’m not only in it for me, I’m in it for all of the undercarders and junior heavyweights that have went through hell in the ring just to get known in this business. I am the voice of every single one of them. With my new reign as Entertainment champion and my influence growing here in ACW everyday, I can finally implement my R3 plan
Maxwell McNally: R3? I wonder what he means by that.
The crowd seems very curious as well.
Kudo: The first R stands for Resurrection. The resurrection of buried high performance wrestlers in the ring that do not need a bulky body or a catchy line to make it to the top. The resurrection of an under card that should be equally if not more respected than any other division.
The crowd lets out another mixed reaction towards the first R being announced.
Maxwell McNally: This is just what Kudo mentioned when he first debuted here in ACW
Kudo: The second R stands for Rebirth. The phase where under appreciated wrestlers are allowed to be recognized as a completely new type of wrestler. Born again as some of the most respected wrestlers on the planet, showing off new looks, moves and strengths never before seen, or permitted for that matter, to take place in this ring.
Small sections of the crowd begin to chant “Kudo, Kudo” and Kudo closes his eyes and takes in what appears to be a rising cult following, until softly at first, bigger parts of the crowd begin to shout “Shut up” before the “Kudo” chants, creating a “Shut up…KUDO!” chant that causes Kudo to quickly open his eyes and snap out of his little dream world. Kudo brings the mic back to his mouth in the hopes to break the crowd chants.
Kudo: And now the third R of the plan, stands for…Revolution. That’s right, when the light heavyweights begin taking the first steps toward being recognized worldwide, there is going to be a brilliant uprising of our stars led fearlessly by myself, as we crush and take over the upper card and main event position. The under card will be comprised of undeserving so called ‘wrestlers’, and the very superstars that were occupying our place at the top! They will be taught a harsh life lesson as the light heavyweight championship’s prestige elevates to main…event…status!!!
Just the sheer passion of Kudo’s voice as he says almost all of that with one breath, brings out a few more cheers for the cause. Still though, there are many boos from fans of ACW greats that did not represent Kudo’s view of a perfect wrestling company. Kudo unbuckles the ET belt and raises it up with one arm for the fans before he takes his leave back up the ramp.
Maxwell McNally: What a message being delivered here by Kudo tonight. “Fast” Eddie Edison: And speaking of tonight, don’t forget about Kudo’s promise to unveil a new move in his arsenal. Maxwell McNally: And the receiver of this new move will be none other than Jonny Spade, the ET title challenger. No doubt, Spade will be more alert tonight in his match up with Kudo. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Daannngerrrrouss!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:55:11 GMT -5
Segment: Unexpected outcomes
The camera shot switches back to the Chairman’s office; Ginger has recovered from Angelo’s unscheduled second visit, and is dealing with another errant employee.
Ginger: You do realize, by all rights you should be holding a pink slip at this moment?
The camera pans around. Alicia is standing on the other side of the desk; she looks a little tired and unsettled.
Alicia: Yes, sir.
Ginger: Well, I suppose at least we didn’t really have a stalker invading the federation from outside. Goodness knows how the public will take all this…. I’m still less than happy with you for your manipulation, but from what I’ve heard the people who’ve been most hurt by all of this are actually you and your husband. How is Victor? Any change?
Alicia looks at the floor.
Alicia: He drifts in and out of consciousness, or so they tell me… they won’t let me visit him for more than a couple of hours a day. The doctors say that he’s probably suffering from the cumulative effects of too many headshots. It might stop tomorrow, and he’ll be home and ready to work… or it might go on like this indefinitely.
Though Ginger’s trying to maintain an unconcerned air, his eyes give him away. He sighs.
Ginger: Well, just like you, I can’t afford to lose any more drawing names at the moment, so his contract’s safe. As for you, I suspect that the other competitors in the Seven Sins match might have more to say on the matter, and how you handle it is up to you. I’m not bailing you out.
Alicia: I understand.
Ginger nods, and pauses before asking his last question.
Ginger: Look, I’m not the kindest man in the world, but I can tell that this is taking a toll on you. Are you still prepared to take your slot in the HWL tournament, or do you want me to replace you?
Alicia: No, I’m going to represent this federation as I planned. It’s what Victor wants me to do, we agreed that much. If anyone, it’s Keevee Kaiser who ought to be thinking about forfeiting…. I’m not exactly in the sweetest of moods myself.
Ginger: I understand. I’m sorry about the last minute postponement, by the way.
Alicia: Oh, that’s alright. No point in holding these matches until everyone’s able to give them 100%. Will there be anything else?
Ginger: No, that’s it. You can go.
Alicia turns and walks out of the room without further comment; she seems resigned to whatever else might come from her actions.
But she doesn’t look remorseful in the slightest.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:55:52 GMT -5
Segment: An old friend and a new enemy (Credit: Jake Cheng and Daredevil)
Jake Cheng is clearly disappointed in himself. He walks down a hallway in the ACW arena to possibly clear his head. Or possibly make his case worse.
Daredevil: Jakey-boy! What’s up my man?
Jake: Not now.
Jake continues to walk by Daredevil.
Daredevil: I just had an engaging conversation with your cameraman. Or should I say ex-cameraman.
Jake winces.
Daredevil: He said something about how you are going to challenge all the people you have never beaten before. So when’s our match? What will it be, my fifth win against you? But the only thing different is none of us will have the LW title. Not like it ever stopped you from losing.
Jake opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted.
Daredevil: Or you can face BK or TNT or RDK. Hell, you could face Angelo in a match, you’ve never beaten him. Now I know what you are thinking, and yes Angelo is a push over. But you still lost. And that was during your prime. You’re far past your prime. I mean, you lost to Predator. PREDATOR! Talk about a bruised ego. Well, good luck in your match. You’re going to need it.
Jake’s back is still to Daredevil, so he can’t see what he is doing, but finds out when steel hits the back of his head. He falls to the ground, holding his head in pain as the camera pans to Daredevil, a steel chair in his left hand and smirking as he opens his mouth again.
Daredevil: Ah diddums, look at poor little Jake crying on the floor.
He spits away from Jake, and looks a lot more serious now
Daredevil: Remember Jake, when I talk, you listen. If you don't listen, you pay the consequences. I don't give a fuck about you, or your little challenge. All I know is that if you get in my way, you gonna regret it. And that, my friend, is the right touch.
He throws the chair at Jake, before leaving. The crowd are heard booing in the background as DD leaves the area, and we fade out, seeing Jake down on the floor.
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:57:01 GMT -5
OOC Note: This has no relevance to anything at all, but Rena asked me to post it (see below).
((Ok this is a dumb thing, but please post it anyays. Latino dared me to do it...so I want it posted to show him I wasn’t afraid of a dare. PLS!! thanks)
Segment: Sexual Encounter
*Puppets of Latino and Rena appear*
Latino: You look fine today, Rena
Rena: Thank you..would you like to have sex?
Latino: WOULD I!? ALL RIIIIIGHT!
*they find a bush, and dissapear*
!!THE END!!
OOC: I hope you all found that as life - affirming and wonderful as I did.....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:58:01 GMT -5
Match 5: Rena vs. TNT
With the show having passed the halfway mark, the fans’ enthusiasm remains undimmed, and there’s more cheering as Philip gets into the ring, mic in hand.
Philip: The following is an intergender match, set for one fall… introducing first, from New York, she is a member of the Senatorial Stable…. Rena Matheson!
”Be Yourself” by Audioslave plays and the fans show their obvious delight as Rena walks out, looking absolutely stunning in the spotlights. She waves as she heads to the ring; her performance at SDS has only served to impress her existing fans and win her some new ones, and she has a smile of obvious pleasure at her reception as she steps through the ropes and walks around, waiting for her opponent.
Sure enough, “Blood Brothers” starts up, and the cheering is spiked with boos as TNT strides forth, oozing confidence and completely owning the place.
Philip: And her opponent, from Chicago Illinois….. TNT!
TNT is another person whose PPV performance has won him some fresh respect from the fans; this of course doesn’t prevent them from enjoying themselves and booing him all the way to the ring. TNT treats it with his usual brand of contempt, and climbs defiantly on all the turnbuckles before returning to the centre of the ring. The fans settle a little as the referee checks that both competitors are ready, and the then calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
TNT’s wearing his trademark smirk as he and Rena circle; but behind the cocky exterior, his eyes show that he’s not treating this as a pushover in any sense of the word. Still, that doesn’t mean that Rena’s incredibly hot curves are having no effect on him whatsoever…. As Rena steps a little closer TNT moves forward suddenly and locks up, using his vastly greater physical strength to push Rena back to one of the corner. Rena giggles a little as TNT allows his gaze to wander south a bit, but mercilessly takes advantage of the distraction and kicks him hard in the gut. TNT is bent over in some pain, and Rena knees him in the head before slipping behind TNT and shoving him against the turnbuckle. She’s able to land a couple more blows to the back of her opponent before TNT turns around; Rena backs off, but now TNT’s famous temper has been piqued, and he rushes forward, clotheslining Rena down with considerable force that makes some of the more chivalrous males in the crowd wince and boo. Of course, booing at TNT just makes him more fired up; TNT flips off the fans and makes Rena cry out in pain with the Play of the Day, before making a cover. Rena throws her arm up just after the 2 count, and pushes TNT off of her; she’s made of stronger stuff than a regular diva, and forces home her point by engaging with TNT head on, ducking his punches and landing several of her own. The fans are impressed, but it’s a very risky strategy, and one mistimed duck allows TNT to make Rena’s head spin with a forearm blow that sets her up perfectly for his trademark Package Fisherman’s buster. Rena really howls on the impact of this one, and no one blames her – the power of the move has even the largest superstars wincing at the thought of it. TNT pins again, and Rena gets her shoulder up at 2.5; TNT gives just a fraction of a raised eyebrow in response, and then pulls Rena back to her feet.
Rena looks to be in some pain at her neck; TNT zeroes in on the weakness immediately, and does his best to multiply it by getting behind Rena and setting her up for his German Straightjacket Suplexes. Before he can start the sequence, though, Rena struggles free; she knows that she can’t sustain that kind of assault and rolls to the outside. TNT is right on her tail and Rena retreats around toward the announcer’s desk; the Real F’n Deal moves with great speed, but this turns out to be his mistake. As he makes a grab for Rena, she twists his arm and hurls him into the nearby ring post; TNT smacks into it before he can raise his arms to defend himself, and the audience cringes at the ringing sound of cranium meeting metal. TNT is temporarily unable to get his bearings, and Rena knows that she has to take a chance; she moves in front of TNT and delivers a DDT while TNT is not able to focus properly on what’s going on. The crowd is cheering loudly now; spurred on by their support, Rena gets up on the apron… and then climbs even higher, to the top of the post. TNT reaches a vertical position just as Rena takes off, and the crowd roars as Rena nails her hurricanrana on to TNT, sending him sprawling on the outside mats. With a quick glance at the referee, Rena flips her hair, and puts her hands on her hips; she taunts her foe, and TNT’s expression is black as the ace of spades as he hears the crowd laughing. He leaps to his feet, and Rena finds herself on the receiving end of a torrent of punches; she does her best to defend herself, but becomes trapped against the front of the US announce desk.
Edison: I don’t know about you, Max, but I kind of like the view from back here.
McNally: I guess – wait, what’s-
TNT’s overcooked a punch; with all the strength she possesses, Rena hooks TNT up, drops to a knee and throws him over her head. The announcers dive aside as TNT makes his unscheduled visit; as all three men pick themselves up, Rena scrambles back into the ring just as the referee counts “nine!” Too late, TNT realizes Rena’s intention – he tries to reach the ring, but the cables under the desk are tangled around his feet and he can’t tear himself free in time. The count hits 10, the ref waves his arms, and the fans laugh and cheer as the bell rings.
Philip: Here is your winner by countout…. Rena!
TNT looks livid at recording the loss as Rena struts in the ring, hailing the crowd; she smiles and blows TNT a kiss before exiting the ring and striding to the back. TNT ignores the fans as he follows in her footsteps, and quietly resolves never to be tricked in such a manner again, as the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 15:59:03 GMT -5
Segment: Follow the Reaper (Credit: Kiji)
Kiji slaps a fresh magazine into his GLOCK 31, taking a quick glance around the semi-dark room. Empty. Not surprising--Ridley's frontal assault would draw the most attention, and consequently, the most security personnel. Kiji moves quickly but quietly down a hallway to a two-way junction. He presses himself against a wall, and then jumps out, quickly turning in both directions, his gun raised. To his right, a black youth in a white t-shirt wearing a purple bandanna and loosely holding a TEC-9 at his side gives a start of surprise and turns to holler into the shadows behind him.
Cryptite: Hey--
His call for help is cut off by a .357 SIG hollowpoint to the chest that knocks him back several feet; shouts sound further within the complex at the sound of the gunshot. Kiji takes up a position with his back to the wall on the right-hand end of the hallway leading to the junction and leans out in time to blow away a second Cryptite; a third raises his Mac-10, but another sharp report from the GLOCK puts him down. No more thugs seem to be forthcoming, so Kiji hurries down the hallway, past the fallen, into a long hallway that looks like something out of a prison. He continues on, glimpsing the dejected figures of women occupying the cells, and comes out into a vast, harshly lit loading dock area. Orangish luminosity washes down from lamps in the ceiling, highlighting overall-clad men loading boxes into the backs of trucks parked in front of grimy metal shutters, forklifts, and--
Bullets pepper the wall several feet to Kiji's left.
He dives in the opposite direction, and breaks into a kind of crouching run towards a large stack of boxes. More bullets chip the concrete floor as Kiji sets up behind the boxes, and the workmen shout confusedly and run for cover. Kiji waits for the next hail of bullets to end, then pops out and fires a few times, serving the dual purpose of driving the enemy behind cover and noting their positions. He re-emerges almost before the next burst of gunfire ends, and fires off two shots, hitting one gunman in the shoulder and abdomen; the bullets tear through his body as though it were paper and leave walnut-sized craters in the concrete wall, throwing him back like a ragdoll. The GLOCK's laser sight races up the body of the second gunman, who hesitates a second too long and receives some impromptu facial rearrangement courtesy of a .357 hollowpoint.
Reloading again, Kiji jogs across the room to a hallway at the other end. He ignores several side passages and reaches a metal staircase, which he quickly ascends to reach a walkway overlooking the warehouse. Elevator doors are visible in the distance, and he makes his way towards them. Unexpectedly, they slide open just as Kiji approaches within about 15 feet of them, to reveal--
Kiji: Faust?!
He barely has time to dodge behind cover as "Faust" raises a combat shotgun and fires off a shot at him. A wooden crate bursts into splinters.
?: Not quite. It is an easy mistake to make, isn't it?
Kiji: Sickle. I'm here to kill you. Prepare yourself.
Sickle's laughter echoes through the warehouse.
Sickle: Really? Big words from a punk kid. Isn't it already past your bedtime?
He pauses for a moment.
Sickle: Hey, wait. I saw you before, didn't I? Tagging along with that Russian bitch and the moron who thinks he's a prophet? You'll regret that. Lord Drakul has the true power in this city. You know...
His voice lowers to a greasy, wheedling murmur.
Sickle: It's not too late to change sides. Lord Drakul may have some use for you. Stay with those two and you'll end up d--
Despite his apparently lowered defenses, Sickle is ready for what happens next. He manages to juke behind a stack of crates near a doorway as Kiji whips around his own protective barricade of shipping containers and opens fire on the Angel traitor. A muffled "Shit" is heard, followed by a rattling and clicking as Sickle unlocks the door and slips inside, with Kiji following a moment later once he realizes that his prey is attempting to escape.
Kiji emerges into a semidark office area, lined with rows of cubicles. A large window on the far side of the room looks out on the grounds of the Omni Complex below, the parking lots ringed by high stone walls topped with dark wrought-iron spikes, like the teeth of some great beast preparing to drag the skyscraper into its waiting maw. He moves silently into the room and begins the hunt.
Sickle creeps between the rows of cubicles, on the alert for any sign of movement.
Sickle: Come on out, you little shit. Are you scared?
Kiji: I believe it was you who fled into this room in the first place.
Sickle fires wildly in the direction of the voice several times, shredding a flimsy cubicle wall and sending a shattered computer monitor crashing to the floor. He hears a soft pattering on the other side of the room somewhere to his left, followed by a sort of slithering sound, and whirls around in time to see the blinds drawn over the window. Firing again into the now-complete darkness, he curses, realizing he's been stymied. Then he half-remembers a light switch somewhere near the doorway, and cautiously heads back in that direction, barely able to see his hands in front of his face.
Ssssssstch.
The Cryptite halts in his tracks. The sound occurs again, an odd, scratchy ripping sound, like tearing cloth. He's unable to pinpoint its location, slightly deafened as he is by the recent and repeated blasts of his shotgun in an enclosed area, so he continues groping along the wall towards the lightswitch.
Sssstch. Stch.
Sickle's hand keeps sliding along the wall. He stops, thinking he's found the lightswitch, but it's only a pushpin stuck in some cork-board. The sound seems to be getting louder, but he presses on.
Stttch. Sstch. Sssssstchh.
At last, his hand finds the light switch, and he flips it with a small sigh of relief. He basks in the warm illumination, squinting slightly. The sound has stopped now. The kid probably slipped out the door and ran off, he thinks.
SSSSSTCH.
Sickle whirls around to face the ripping-cloth sound, which is now directly behind him, and he finds the source of the puzzling noise. Kiji stands about three feet away, slowly dragging his shoe along the floor, the blade on the heel tearing the carpet and gouging deep ruts in the tile beneath. Sickle seems mesmerized, and can only stare in horror as the Asian raises his leg high over his head and brings it slashing down--
Sickle: AAAAAARGH!!
The blade on the heel of Kiji's shoe slices Sickle in half from his forehead to his breastbone, sending blood gushing in dark red spurts to splash on the carpet. The corpse slumps to its knees, and Kiji wrenches his foot out of its head with a wet, sucking noise. He pauses to wipe the gray matter off his shoe with Sickle's shirt, turns, and walks calmly from the room.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 16:01:01 GMT -5
Segment: So near, and yet… (Credit: Angelo)
The scene opens to what looks like the boiler room. Angelo is sitting down and the Capitalists look like they have finally been able to calm Angelo down.
Anthony: Yeah man…maybe you should get out of here. Gingers probably looking for you, I mean you did take out a lot of security guards and well…….lets just say Ness wont be on Fallout for a while.
Angelo: I just don’t know what happened out there. It’s like for all this time I’ve been bottling up all my emotions. Then from this head injury and when I got that hard shot in the head…..it’s like I lost total control of my body. I couldn’t stop, and the whole time I was just thinking of Ginger. This was his fault, if he just respected my doctors orders then I wouldn’t have gone out there and physically beaten Ness to a bloody pulp. Then….then this really grinds my gears. He gets BK London to take me out of commission? $500 grand?
Anthony: Well that is a lot of money.
Angelo: So what? BK already makes a lot of money.
Anthony: Yeah but to him, it’s like a Christmas bonus. Angelo: It doesn’t matter, I’m going to make him pay. Ginger too, if he thinks that breaking his office doors down, punching him, then throwing him over his desk is all that I’ll do to him, well then he is one brainless, dim-witted man. I don’t see why HE is threatened by me getting better. He wants me out so I can break that 2-week rule. He wants to take my title away from me which sure as hell aint happening any time soon.
Kevin closes his cell phone and walks over to join Angelo and Anthony.
Kevin: Okay Angelo, the limo is here out in the parking lot. Just try to get out of here and head for the hotel. Don’t stop for food or anything, just get room service. Okay, now get! Get out of here!
Angelo smiles and gets up. He has his bag in his right hand and his title in his left. Angelo walks over to the door and peaks out. He looks both ways then heads out. The Capitalists follow but go the other way down the hall. Angelo keeps walking then turns the corner and keeps walking, almost near the door leading to the parking garage.
Ginger: Book him…
Angelo turns around and gets thrown into the wall by three cops. They bring him to the ground and slap some handcuffs on him. Angelo struggles but they finally get him still. They lift his head up and Ginger walks over then kneels down.
Ginger: Angelo….there’s a place for whacked out freaks like you. Prison…..and hell I guess that makes two members of the Senatorial Stable in jail. Just hope you’re not in there too long! Don’t want that title being taken away now do we? Hahaha. Take him away boys.
Ginger slaps Angelo across the face then the cops pick him up and pull him off through the door to the parking garage where there is an ambulance loading up all the people that went through Angelo and a police care waiting with the lights spinning around. They pull Angelo towards the police car as Ginger watches.
Angelo: Hey Ginger, fuck you!
Ginger looks angry and Angelo just smiles ala the old Stone Cold and Vince McMahon as they push Angelo down into the car. They slam the door shut and the sirens blare throughout the place as they pull away with Angelo looking out the window. The ambulance then pulls out with its sirens too as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 16:04:04 GMT -5
Segment: The interview, part 2 (Credit: Scarlett)
INTERVIEW WITH SARIN ROSSI 17 AUG 2005 1:27 PM
I know I've been bad about scheduling interview times. You wouldn't believe how busy my schedule has been! I have so many new admirers, every day I just get more and more popular! I was invited to attend a party hosted by Paris Hilton, and how could I refuse? Don't fret dear, you're still very special to me. But as a new officer of the public good, I must make as many appearances as possible!
You want to know what it felt like competing in the Women's Title Rumble? Er, I wasn't all that jazzed to win the belt, to tell the truth. I don't want to be remembered for defeating people of my own sex. It's the world title that is at the end of my journey. I can't stop to worry about defending other belts. That's probably why I was eliminated third. Heart just wasn't in it. But Allah be damned if I ever back away from a challenge!
Hm, it's funny. I think I was more nervous facing Yoko than all of those blood thirsty women at once. There's something queer about that young Japanese youth. I can't quite put my finger on it, but whenever she looks at me I get chills down my spine! And I don't think it's from the ridiculously cold temperature they keep the arenas in! Really, if you walk around without a coat you'll catch frostbite before a match! And my dressing room is so dull, I really could use a window--
Okay, I'm getting off topic. So you want me to continue the rest of my story? Don't push so, I'm getting there. I haven't even ordered my tea yet!
"It's Arjumand, right?" Was the first thing he said to me, pronouncing it all wrong. He leaned casually against the door frame that probably was worth more than all the money my mama ever earned.
"It's me," I replied grimly, waiting to be expelled, invited, or ignored. He merely continued the conversation.
"She's dead then?" The only remorse etched upon his face was the prospect of living with me, the daughter he never wanted, the daughter of the woman who brought his marriage to an end.
"Apparently."
"Leave your luggage here, the porter will carry them to your room. You'll be sleeping on the fourth floor. Good day."
We didn't speak for another week. I adjusted to life away from India. My clothing became an issue. All I had were worn saris and weather-beaten sandals. A maid took pity on me, wrote down my measurements, and went shopping to buy me clothes. I was too terrified to venture out in this strange land, where men could look freely upon a woman's face. I kept my burka close by at all times.
"I've made arrangements for you to attend a private Catholic high school, and I've legally changed your name to Sarin Rossi. Good day."
We didn't speak for another week again. I knew he had hated me, but it took awhile to figure out why. I overcame my natural shyness and questioned one of the servant girls. She told me what she knew.
When my mother and the Bastard met for the first and last time, she stole his wallet when he dozed off after the climax. Using the information gained from the stolen property, she was able to send a letter to him, notifying him of the pregnancy. Unfortunately, the Bastard's wife was the person who received the letter. In a fit of fury, she divorced him, and forced him to pay child support or she'd contact the authorities.
So the reason why my mother and I lasted as long as we did was because of a raging ex-wife. I should have felt thankful, but instead I only felt hatred. If it wasn't for her, we would have died, and he would have never had to pay child support.
My loathing for the Bastard burgeoned into something more. I absolutely grew to despise him. Our seven course dinner meals were worth five times the cost of a doctor's visit, a visit that could have saved my mama's life. While he lived in absolute luxury, my mama and I nearly died of starvation. I vowed to destroy him.
As you can see, I'm a small girl, and a gentle one by nature. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Giggles. However, my faith in Allah was much bigger than any of my muscles. This is what drove me, I think, to succeed. Allah wanted scum like this to be wiped off the face of the earth. I was his Angel of Vengeance, a holy super woman empowered by God to eradicate the world of evil-doers.
The vast mansion had a recreation wing built in, equipped with exercise machines, squash courts, and other forms of physical entertainment. What attracted me, was the Aikido dojo.
Earlier that day I had gotten lost trying to find my way down to the kitchens for a bite to eat. I vowed to study the mansion's interior and properly learn basic orientation techniques. Instead, I found myself learning self-defense techniques.
Exhausted from walking, I entered the dojo and gasped. While I was certain I was still inside the house, the ground was covered in grass, and the ceiling seemed to open up to the heavens. A gigantic set of stone stairs loomed in the distance. Shrugging, I made the long trek up the steps and panted heavily as I reached a small shrine.
An extremely old man with a long, silky white beard and very prominent white eyebrows was sitting in the full-lotus position and apparently meditating. I approached him and in a sudden move of inspiration, knelt down on one knee.
"Er..hello--" I began, but I was cut off by a fierce slap to the face. Though not seriously hurt, my eyes grew wide in fear. I hadn't even seen his hand move before it was expertly concealed in the folds of his white robe.
"The sound of your voice causes my ears discomfort. Do not speak unless you are spoken to," he said impassively, not looking at me. Too frightened to retort, I merely nodded.
"Tell me why you are here."
"Well, I was walking around the mansion and I got lost..." I was interrupted by another fierce slap. Now I started to get angry. Who did this man think he was?
"Do not lie to me. I know why you are here," he said simply.
"Er...why?"
"You seek the knowledge to destroy your father." How in Allah's name...?!
"Wha-what?"
"Rise, and let me look at your ridiculous face," he said, lifting up his palm. I obeyed, somewhat awkwardly. Before my training, balance was never one of my strong points. I did a half-wobble as I stood on my two small feet. His eyes wandered up my body, but not lustfully. He merely gave me an appraising stare before pointing to a weapon rack so swiftly that his hand swooshed through the still, quiet air.
Unsure of what to do, I hesitantly moved to the rack and removed a wooden staff.
"If you can land a single blow, I will bow down and call you master."
Ten minutes later I was lying face down on the ground, tears of frustration wetting the grass. I was exhausted, the wooden sword had been snapped in two a moment earlier by the mere force of a finger flick.
"Is it your wish to learn such power?"
"Yes!" I gasped, clutching a stitch in my side and panting heavily.
"Good. Your training will begin tomorrow."
Hm?
No, I can't really remember what happened next. I think I hobbled to my bed and passed out.
Oh, you don't have to pay again, at least let me contribute to the tip!
Don't mention it, I had been wanting to get rid of that dirty penny in my purse for ages. Same time next week? Wait, don't count on it, I think I have an autograph session scheduled ahead. I'll call you when I'm available. Ta-ta for now!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 16:04:44 GMT -5
Match 6: Fallen Souls vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: BK)
Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring from Hong Kong, China, weighing in at 190 pounds, Jake Cheng !!
"Black Magic" by Slayer hits and the entire arena begins to viciously boo the self proclaimed Chinese Phenom. Jake walks out onto the stage and he looks around at the crowd jeering him, he begins to walk down to the ring and he stretches out his arm so the people can shake is hand but then he laughs in their face. Jake hops onto the apron and enters the ring before jumping on the middle rope, he raises one arm in the air as he moves up and down and up and down. Jake hops off the apron and he turns around and waits in the ring for his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, weighing in at 192 pounds from Seoul, South Korea, Fallen Souls !!
"Bodly Going Nowhere" blares through the PA System and the crowd goes nuts for the returning match of the Senatorial Stable member, F-S-X. FSX walks out onto the stage to a huge ovation from the crowd. He begins to walk down to the ring and he doesn't take his eyes of Jake. FSX walks up the ramp and enters into the ring where he climbs to the middle rope and raises his arms in the air. He hops down from the middle rope and he begins to stretch. The bell rings for the match to begin and both competitors walk toward each other.
The match starts off and Jake Cheng and FSX lock up in the center of the ring, both superstars mainstain a small stature but have more than enough wrestling ability to make up for it. Jake attempts to push FSX in the corner but FSX quickly switches it and gets Jake in the corner. The two are still locked up and the referee rushes between them to somehow pry the two apart. The referee manages to do so and Jake gets a cheap slap across the face of FSX. This proves only to peeve off the Senatorial Stable member as he goes all out on Jake with a barrage of forearms. He whips Jake into the opposite corner and hits him with a clothesline in the corner, Jake walks out groggily and FSX takes him down with a snapnare and then a dropkick to the back of the head. Jake rolls to the other side of the ring and he holds the back of his neck, he rises up to one knee and FSX looks at him across the ring with an urge to fight. Jake rises up and walks to the center of the ring where they administer another collar and elbow tie up. Jake locks in a side headlock but FSX begins to slowly counter it with a Double arm wristlock. A battle of strength begins to occur as Jake tries to fight FSX pinning him down. FSX sweeps the back of Jake's leg taking him down to the ground, the referee begins to count one...two..but Jake gets his shoulder up. Jake quickly counters with a Judo Flip, tossing FSX across the ring. Both Jake and FSX get up and FSX charges toward Jake and Jake attemps a Hip toss but FSX blocks it. He knees Jake in the abdomen and rests his leg on the back of Jake's neck. Jake rises up flipping FSX backward and FSX levels Jake with a clothesline.
FSX covers him and Jake kicks out one more time. FSX picks up Jake and begins kicking him in the abdomen and rests him in the corner. FSX chops him viciously in the chest and the crowd goes "Woooooooo!!", Jake holds his chest and FSX rises him up again and lays him another one across the chest. Jake falls down onto the bottom turnbuckle and holds his chest again. FSX picks him up and Jake rakes him in the eye, blinding him. FSX holds his eyes and Jake rises up and takes FSX down with a backbreaker. FSX holds his back in pain and Jake rises up and pummels him with vicious stiff soccer kicks to the back. Jake begins to smile deviously as he rolls FSX on his stomach and drops a knee right into the kidney of him. FSX wails in pain and Jake kicks him onto his back. Jake stands over FSX looking in the opposite direction and picks up both of FSX's legs. He rolls him so he is locked into a Inverted Boston Crab and then picks up his arms before rocking him back and forth. FSX's body is being stretched to the limit and finally Jake drops him. Jake rolls him on his back and covers him but FSX kicks out right before three. Jake then locks in a sleeper hold and bodyscissors combo, FSX begins to fade out but the crowd begins to chant "F-S-X, F-S-X, F-S-X". FSX begins to feed off the support from the crowd and he breaks the hold.
FSX slowly begins to rise to his feet and Jake bounces off the ropes, as Jake rebounds FSX takes him out with a beautiful dropkick. Jake falls to the ground like a sack of bricks and the crowd bursts out of its seat. Both superstars are exhausted and out in the middle of the ring and the referee begins to count. 1.............2.............3....................4..................5...just then FSX begins to rise to his feet. Jake slowly begins to rise to a vertical base and FSX smites Jake with a right hand sending Jake reeling. Jake comes back and hits FSX with a blow across his face. FSX reels and then the two begins to quicken the pace, landing blow after blow, kick after kick, forearm after forearm. Jake rakes FSX in the eyes one more time and FSX is blinded, Jake bounces off the ropes and FSX ducks under his clothesline and drives him into the mat with the Soul Digger. FSX hooks both legs and the crowd counts along with the referee, one...two...th-- but Jake gets his shoulder up. FSX looks at the ref and says three but the referee says two, he groans before picking up Jake again. Jake breaks FSX's arms apart and grabs the neck of FSX, choking him. Jake is about to go for the Jakie Drop (Standing Chokehold to STO), but FSX elbows his way out of it. He then knees Jake in the abdomen and bounces off the ropes before going for the Scissors kick but Jake takes a step back.
Jake drops FSX with a Edge-O-Matic and hooks both legs getting the one, two-- but FSX kicks out. Jake is wondering what it takes for him to defeat him and Jake looks up onto the top rope. Jake stalks FSX from behind and waits for him to get up, as he does Jake attempts to bulldog but FSX pushes him into the corner. Jake rams chest first into the corner and as he bounces out FSX drops him with a Running Enziguri. Jake is out cold and FSX signals for the end, climbing to the top rope. Jake then quickly jumps up, showing he was playing possum and knocks FSX's legs from under him sending him nuts first into the top turnbuckle. FSX is facing the crowd as he reveals his priceless expression. Jake hops onto the apron and he climbs up to the top rope, he turns around and jumps off backwards hitting FSX with a Slice Bread #2 off the top rope. FSX is out cold and Jake crawls on top of him hooks the leg, as the ref couns one.....two....three.
Philip: And the winner of this match....Jake Cheng !!
Jake's Theme blares again and he rolls out the ring barely being able to stand up on his own two feet. The referee exits the ring and he raises Jake's arm but Jake pulls his arm away and holds his abdomen. He begins to make his way up the ramp and back in the ring the referee checks on FSX. FSX slowly rises up to his feet in the middle of the ring and the people give him a standing ovation. The entire arena is engulfed with the sound of clapping and begins to leave the ring but he salutes all his fans on the way back up.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 16:05:31 GMT -5
Segment: Sexy Business (Credit: Rena)
Ginger sat at his desk, an icepack on his right temple. He is grumbling curses at something that had happened tonight. At least Angelo was in jail, that’s all he cared about. He smiled, thinking about Angelo and his new friend Bob in the cell. His happiness was struck down by the banging on the door.
Ginger: Come in…
Rena pushed through the door wearing a pink skirt with a black blouse and matching pink blazer. She walked in and slammed a briefcase onto his desk.
Ginger: Ah, Rena…to what do I owe the pleasure-
Rena: Shut your damn mouth. I will do the talking, and you do not speak unless I speak to you.
Ginger: Wow, you know I like it when you talk like that…
Rena: I mean it, shut the fuck up.
Ginger: All right…Zip.
Ginger made a zipping movement on his lips to show he was going to be quiet. She nodded and unlocked the briefcase. When she opened it, money was neatly stacked within. She smiled and looked at him.
Rena: Do you know how much money in there?
Ginger: No Clue. Tell me.
Rena: Five Hundred thousand dollars…
Ginger: That’s quite a lot of money.
Rena: It’s funny you say that, since you so willingly handed it off to BK London for Angelo’s career. I guess it isn’t quite a lot of money if you can hand it out like that.
Ginger: Oh, I see where this is going.
Rena: Oh, no you don’t. Anyways, it has come to my attention that you, yourself, would like nothing but to make sure Angelo never appears in ACW again. Not only do I believe that will hurt ACW’s cash flow, but also our ratings…
Ginger: How to figure?
Rena: Angelo Giovanni is one our favorite and most prominent Upper Mid Cards. He is very close to becoming a future Main Eventer, because of his work and effort he puts into each match, show, segment…anything. Losing him would damage ACW as a whole.
Ginger: We can find a replacement.
Rena: That would be one more unnecessary job that could be easily avoided if you stop your meaningless vendetta on Angelo.
Ginger: I’ll make you a deal…you stay here with me, and I will leave him alone.
Ginger reached under the table, and ran a finger down her leg. She growled and slapped it off.
Rena: Listen here you disgusting old pig. Leave him alone, or else.
Ginger: Or else what? Are you going to smother me to death with your breasts?
Rena: No, but I’m sure the board would be thrilled to hear about everything you said to me tonight.
Ginger: And how you they heard about it, hmm?
Rena smiled and took a voice recorder out of her bag. She pointed it at him to show it was on record, and it had recorded his voice conversation with her just now.
Ginger: Now, I think we can work out a deal here…
Rena: Leave Angelo alone, or I will hand this to the board…and then they can deal with you.
Ginger: All right.
Rena: Good…bye now.
Rena smiled in triumph as she walked through the door. She took out her phone.
Rena: Alexis? It’s done. You can carry out your own task now….
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 18, 2005 16:06:11 GMT -5
Match 7: Jinxy vs. BK London
The picture cuts straight back to the ring; the newly - monikered Jinxy is already in the ring with Philip, who is ploughing ahead with the task allotted to him.
Philip: And her opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, BK London!
”Diamonds” hits, and BK hits the ramp, a very picture of determination and focus. He seems to be extremely wired for this match, perhaps a symptom of his preparation for the HWL Tournament first round which is imminent. Whatever the cause, his usual attitude and demeanor have been replaced by silent strength; he reaches the ring and enters, looking his opponent up and down. However, the normal London isn’t missing entirely; BK steps up to Philip and says something which the mic doesn’t properly pick up. Philip shrugs.
Philip: My mistake. I of course meant to say the current ACW Light – Heavyweight champion, BK London….
BK gives Philip a glare for his tone; Philip bites his lip and hightails it out of the ring right away. The ref ignores all of this, reminds the contestants of the rules, and then signals to the timekeeper.
Bell Rings.
No one’s sure what to expect from this match; on paper, it should be a walkover for the former World Champion, but his opponent is quite literally an unknown quantity. Whatever her mental state might be, Jinxy certainly looks as if she knows what she’s doing; she adopts a fighting stance and starts to move toward BK. BK mirrors her advance, and throws the first punch; Jinxy dodges it, but BK’s got another in transit and this one connects, making Jinxy stagger a little. BK follows through with a suplex and makes an experimental cover; Jinxy kicks out strongly, and is back on her feet before BK’s on his. Jinxy runs to the ropes, rebounds and succeeds in building enough speed to knock BK down; BK kips up quickly, but Jinxy seems to want him grounded and produces a neat legsweep. She grabs BK’s arm and wrenches back on it hard; BK grimaces, but Jinxy hasn’t done anything about his feet and BK forces his way back up to a standing position, from which he’s able to untwist himself and elbow Jinxy in the head with one smooth movement. Jinxy crumples, and BK hits a rapid leg drop for insurance before covering; he gets a 2, but then Jinxy rolls the pair of them over and gets close to a 2 count herself. BK looks annoyed as Jinxy gets up, smiling, and he takes a run toward her; Jinxy sidesteps, but BK is still able to do damage, reaching out and executing a rough bulldog. Some of the crowd call to Jinxy to try and encourage her, and as BK pulls her up to her feet Jinxy uses a rake of the eyes to break BK’s hold and slip away. At once BK gives chase, but Jinxy isn’t on the retreat for long; as BK comes in, shoulder dropped forward for a tackle, Jinxy throws herself to roll across his back and land behind her opponent. Jinxy hooks BK’s arms and takes him over into a bridging pin, arching her own back gracefully to keep her shoulders off the mat; the referee counts, and this time it’s a clear 2 count before BK kicks away.
The crowd is pleased to see that there’s some decent competition to be had here, and a “Jinxy” chant breaks out somewhere in the ranks. It’s a sign of BK’s maturity that he doesn’t let this get him angry; instead he simply turns the focus of the match back in his own direction and counters Jinxy’s spirited charge into a crushing spinebuster. The crowd has been wondering just how well BK has recovered from his intense match at SDS, and it appears that BK is a fast healer; his speed and agility are almost at full charge, and Jinxy finds herself on the painful end of a running Enziguri. Even so, she rolls out of the way when BK moves in for a pin; BK pulls himself back up, but not quite quickly enough and Jinxy rolls back the way she came, applying a choke hold while BK is still kneeling. It’s a simple technique, but still an effective one; Jinxy shifts herself so that BK can’t easily elbow her off, and adds a body scissors with her legs to multiply the damage. Now BK’s got a real problem, and he knows that if he doesn’t solve it quickly then he could lose the match there and then. Though his movements are jerky and a little weak, BK forces his way back up to his feet – for a second no one is sure if his legs will support him, but BK is now able to get a firm hold of Jinxy, and he rips her away and slams her down hard on to the mat. Letting his fatigue work for him, BK flops down in a manner which is both amusing but also serves to flatten Jinxy; her kickout at 2.5 is much less pronounced than her original one. BK gets back on his feet and delivers the London - plex; the fans know what to expect, and as they see BK tuning up the band, the noise rises. No matter how many times they see it, the Shades of Michaels still provokes a groan in sympathy from the fans, and Jinxy’s out of it as she hits the mat. BK makes a simple cover, and takes the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner…. BK London!
”Diamonds” plays, and the fans applaud the display by both the established star and the up and comer. BK heads to the back with only a brief celebration; but he checks over his shoulder to see that Jinxy is getting up ok before disappearing into the back. Jinxy rubs her head, but looks pleased at the applause, and the audience is sure there’s more to come from her as the show heads off for a final break.
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