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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:49:01 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 15th September 2005
Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------------------
Hitman of the Gods vs. Predator
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Kudo vs. Brian Carnage
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Davey Marvel vs. Bre Double T
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Hunter vs. Jonny Spade
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EOTR - Round One Cernunnos vs Angelo Giovanni
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Daredevil vs. Rena
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EOTR - Round One BK London vs Mystery Opponent
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Macho Man RDK & Atomic Kitsune vs. FSX & The Senator
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:49:36 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Two Men, One Belt (Credit: BK)
The crowd can be clearly heard even before Meltdown fades in; after all the excitement of Heatwave, the fans know that there are plenty of issues to be resolved, and they don’t have to wait long at all for the first one to rear its head. As the cheering subsides, all eyes turn to the Alphatron.
The scene opens up with a close up of the International Championship, the camera travels along the side of one of the most coveted championships in ACW. The camera begins to slowly back away and it begins to show a shot of Chairman Gingerdude in the middle of the two superstars that were involved in one of the most controversial finishes in ACW history. Both Angelo and BK continue to stare at each other, each sporting a bandage over their head from the battle at Heatwave. Ginger now holds up the tile and BK grabs one side while Angelo clutches onto the other side and a struggle for the title commences.
BK: I won the title at Heatwave dammit, this title is mine. I had him down for the ONE-TWO-THREE, you saw it, those people all saw it, and the millions watching around the world saw it.
Angelo: No no no, I made you clearly made you tap out. If anything, I am still International Champion here and there is nothing you can do about it.
BK: Oh really? You want to go?
Angelo: Anytime, any place.
BK begins to move closer into the face of Angelo, this already heated confrontation has just turned up a few notches, BAM. Ginger then begins to separate the two and steps between them.
Ginger: Relax you two before neither of you get this title. Now for the past week this has been the main thing on my mind and I can't tell you how much I have watched the tape. And I have come to a decision that...the decision I made at Heatwave will stay and both of you will joint International Champions...
BK: What?!
Angleo: You can't do that.
Ginger: Can I finish please?! Can I finish?
Both BK and Angleo cease talking amongst themselves to hear what Ginger has to say.
Ginger: The decision will stay until next Monday's Warfare where Angelo Giovanni will face BK London in a rematch from Heatwave...but the only difference is that you two will be locked in a 15 foot STEEL CAGE !!
A huge pop comes from the crowd and circulates from the arena and both superstars nod heads and accept the challenge.
Ginger: But until then both of you are champion...so I would try to find a way to co-exist before the night is over because both of you have Emperor of the Ring First Round Matches tonight! Ginger begins to leave the room and BK looks perplexed. He seems to be confused at why he seems so unbiased towards him tonight unlike the past few weeks. When BK snaps back to reality he turns around and begins to look all over the room and it seems Angelo and the International Title are gone. BK becomes angry and he leaves the room also, probably to get his International Title.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:50:52 GMT -5
Segment: The beginning (Credit: Davey Marvel)
Back out with the crowd, the arena is filled with an eerie cold and is exceptionally dark. The audience is taken aback by the mysterious undescribable sensation that has come over them. Then the begining chords of a song begin and they are now slightly relieved that there is no serious problems. The song continues to play and a few members of the crowd recognize the tune as AFI's "The Leaving Song Part 2". Now slow paced strobe lights begin flickering on the entrance. A spot light then shines on the curtain. Everyone is filled to the brim with a mad suspense filled curiosity. Who, what, why and where are all anyone can think of. Now just as soon as it came the suspense is ended by Davey Marvel who walks from behind the curtain sporting new colors. He is wearing basically the same thing except it is black and white. Even his staple red hoody that is replaced with a new black hoodie. He is met with a series of negative crowd responses. He is also met with a few loyal and excited Marvel fans. Davey, who hasn't been seen since Omega Effect is back and appears to be in better shape and revamped. Davey stops at the top of he ramp and soaks in all the boos and negativity. He appears to be loving every minute of it. He taunts at the fans in attendance insisting that they give him more. The fans are happy to oblige and continue with the boos and the “Die Davey Die” chants. Davey who is now at the start of the ring steps, makes his way up to the top of them. He reaches the top, stops turns to the crowd and continues to make a string of lewd and obscene comments and gestures. Which invokes a few members into heaving their garbage and other belongings in disgust. Davey climbs through the ring ropes ever so gracefully, he then walks to the corner and steps on the second rope again calling for more boos which he gets. Davey waves his arms towards his face as if he is wafting the negativity towards him. He gets down from the ropes and calls for a mic. One is thrown to him he begins to speak.
Davey: Well it's nice to see you too!
Crowd continues to boo.
Davey: Now once all you retards and half wits shut up I can get to explaining myself.
As expected more booing and anti Davey sentiments are heard. Davey waits for the place to calm back down, it takes a moment or two but eventually they are quiet enough for Davey to begin.
Davey: I feel it works best if I some it up in a story. Well it starts back, oh about 3 months ago while Jake and I were in the New Breed together. Jake and I were discussing how we were Untouchable on several different levels. We discussed how we both were terrific in ring performers. We dwelled on our undeniable Title success as well as non-title success. He and I both came to the conclusion that we needed more. We needed better opportunities and we needed them ASAP. So we devised a little plan. We decided to fake feud and fake an injury that would allow one of us to make a return and a date and location as well as victim decided by he and I. That was not the only thing we decided. We decided there were people just like us were in similar situations. Just like us. So we approached people about our plan all of whom agreed.
Davey's voice grows in volume as well as intensity as he unveils his master plan to the world.
Davey: The time Heatwave 2005! The place ACW Arena! The members, Jake Cheng, Stan, Jonny Spade, WCW 98', Daredevil and yours truly Davey Marvel!
A big smile comes over Davey's face as he recites his own name. The crowd sickened by his actions boos without mercy.
Davey: Now for my favorite part, the victims. One Miss Atomic Kitsune and her man Latino. It felt good planting you two with a chair. I took all my frustrations and all my angst out with a few well placed chair shots. Not just you but all of the other so called "Upper Echelon" of the ACW have had it coming for a long while. You are all in for the most severe reality check of your life. I say that because every member of my group is Untouchable; everyone has dominated the ACW in their respective title reigns and now we plan on taking over.
The fans who are still unhappy with Davey's actions appear to however understand the man for his actions. Some are booing while some are cheering. It appears that Davey has won back his real fans while shaking off his band wagon jumping heathens.
Davey: Now tonight I as well as the rest of my squad begin our quest to take over the top of the ACW for our own. I will face a snot nosed twerp in my return bout. Now if you will excuse me I must go prepare.
Old questions have been answered some yet to be revealed, new questions raised. One thing is sure Davey intends to leave a mark with the rest of his crew. He leaves the ringside area. We hope to get the rest of the story in the coming weeks.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:51:50 GMT -5
Match 1: Hitman of the Gods vs. Predator
As the fans mull over the implications of Davey’s announcement, Philip is getting into the ring, ready to start work.
Philip: This first match is a singles contest set for one fall. Introducing first, from Mount Olympus…. The Hitman of the Gods!
”I like it Loud” hits, and the Hitman comes out carrying his trademark hammer; he looms over even the most muscular fans, and there is a slight fall in the noise of the crowd as he passes by them. He enters the ring, and stretches with slow, precise movements as he waits for his foe.
Philip: And his opponent, from Winnipeg, Canada, being accompanied by Wolf….. Predator!
”Stay together for the Kids” plays, and Predator gets plenty of heat as he walks to the ring; he flips the fans off, and talks with Wolf for a moment before getting into the ring. Predator is admirably calm in the face of such a huge adversary, and makes eye contact as the referee finishes his checks and calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Predator finds himself with a problem…. a very big problem, and one which has taxed all of the Hitman’s opponents to date. Having always been a direct sort of guy, Predator goes for a full frontal attack; he batters the Hitman’s abdomen, but Hitman’s obviously had to endure such treatment many a time, and he abruptly stops things with a big boot that sends Predator skidding backwards on his behind across the ring. The fans laugh, and Hitman allows himself a small smile; he closes in and picks up Predator for a chokeslam, when Wolf starts shouting some rather rude comments. Hitman turns around and gives Wolf a cold stare; Predator immediately kicks Hitman in the groin, knowing that his own bulk hides the act from the referee, and Hitman drops him to the mat in obvious discomfort. Predator grabs Hitman’s ankle and gets up; he backs across the ring, trying to pull Hitman down, and the big man’s weight works against him. He loses his balance and falls, and Predator dives in for a pin; it gets two, and then the Hitman throws Predator off in a determined fashion. Looking a little less confident now, Predator aims for the obvious target and tries to kick Hitman’s knees into submission; Hitman, however, has learned from prior experience and leans forward with arms extended, preventing Predator from reaching his goal and then lifting him into a powerslam. With the crowd cheering, Hitman goes for a splash which could theoretically flatten Predator like a pancake; Predator avoids the full impact but is still partially trapped, and Hitman gets just slightly more than a 2 count before Predator wriggles free.
Forced to try and think of a new strategy, Predator’s task is made far harder by the fact that Hitman is now stepping up his own game; he batters Predator with huge forearm blows, and then swings an arm around to knock Predator down entirely. The fans, who enjoy a bit of straightforward pummeling when they see it, urge Hitman on as he throws Predator to the corner and then carries out a Stinger splash that makes many of the crowd wince on impact. Wolf shouts to Predator, encouraging him to fight back, and Predator rallies, using a turn of speed to get behind his foe and delivering several sharp kicks to the base of the spine. Hitman turns around, and Predator whips him to the ropes; Hitman bounces off, and Predator takes the gamble as the huge man thunders toward him. With a shout of determination, Predator turns Hitman’s momentum against him; he pulls off a flapjack that makes the ring and the arena floor shudder, and turns Hitman over for the pin. The ref counts, 1..2.. – Hitman suddenly turns the pin over, and his bulk leaves Predator little room for maneuver – 1….2..th – Predator somehow gets an arm up, to Wolf’s relief and everyone else’s disappointment. As the Hitman gets up, Predator and Wolf exchange the briefest of glances; determined to end things, Hitman hurls Predator against the turnbuckle. As he bounces off, Predator clutches a hand to his eye and starts yelling; the ref, thinking an injury has occurred, tries to see what Predator is on about. As he turns his back, Wolf slides into the ring; he sneaks up behind Hitman and hits him in the back. As Hitman turns around, Wolf boots him in the gut to double him over, and then clotheslines him from behind on to his face; Predator’s injury “heals” spontaneously, and as Wolf gets out of the way, he rushes in and applies the Predator crossface. On such a large opponent, the move is formidable; Hitman holds out as long as possible, but in the end has to succumb and tap out. The bell rings, accompanied by plenty of booing from the fans.
Philip: Here is your winner…. Predator!
The crowd boos Predator loudly as he scrambles out of the ring; he and Wolf high – five one another, and can be heard laughing as they walk away. Hitman gets up; he is a little disappointed, but he knows that he had Predator almost beaten and that only his tag partner’s intervention saved him. As he heads to the back, the fans can tell that the Hitman will not let such a thing happen again, and that his opponents are increasingly running out of ways to counter his huge physical powers.
Fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:52:29 GMT -5
Segment: A Few Questions (Credit: Latino)
The scene opens up as Kevin Anderson is walking down the hallway. He looks back at the camera man and tells him to hurry up. They turn a corner and stop at a door. Kevin gets out of the way and the name on the door reveals to say “Latino & AK” Kevin is adjusts his tie and gets his microphone ready. He is just about to knock he stops and leans closer to the door. The sound of music can be heard and someone singing in a high pitched female voice. Kevin knocks on the door but no one answers. He knocks once more on the door, this time harder, and the door pushes open. Kevin pokes his head in and sees no one inside but still hears the beats from the song. He looks back at the cameraman and tells him to follow. They enter the room looking around and they keep hearing the high pitched female voice from the bathroom.
Kevin: Hello!? Mrs. Kitsune!? Are you available for an interview?
No one responds….
Kevin (Moving closer to the door): Hello?
Latino barges out of the bathroom singing in the same high pitched voice. He has his sunglasses on and just his boxers, with a bunch of 100 dollar bills stuffed in. In his hands, he holds two fistfull of money and keeps dancing around the room.
Latino (In the high pitched voice): MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY…….MONEYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
Kevin: Victor-
Latino: MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY…….MON-
Kevin (Cutting him off): Victor!
Latino: Que Pasa, hombre!
Kevin: I’m here to ask you a few questions.
Latino: Aye what is it. I’m celebrating after making 500,000 dollars!
Kevin: What are your thoughts on the events that passed last Saturday?
Latino: Ah it was great. Hunter y yo went out their and we put on a great match and…..I got all this money! Mira esto. I bought myself….a Folexx.
Kevin: A Folexx? Don’t you mean Rolex?
Latino: ….what?
Kevin: Yea a Rolex.
Latino: ….
Kevin: That’s a fake.
Latino: Ah maricon! That’s the last time I buy stuff from Foko.
Kevin: Victor, I wasn’t asking how you felt about your match. I wanted to know your thoughts on what happened to your wife?
Latino (Putting his arm around Kevin): Ah sí, sí. Yea I saw the tape and I saw what they did. What do they call themselves again? The Untouchables? Qué esto? What are they? Mobsters? Some old movie that came out some twenty years ago? You see I already have plans to get my revenge on what they did to her. Now if you’ll excuse I need to go talk to them….now.
Latino leaves his locker room, still dressed in only his boxers. A few seconds later a women’s scream is heard and Latino comes running back towards the doorway.
Latino: Hey mami! Don’t act like you’re not happy to see me!
Turning back into the room
Latino: Hey muchachos! Get out I need to change!
As Kevin and the Cameraman leave and the door closes the music can be heard once again as it’s turned up even louder. The same high pitched singing can be heard once again as Kevin shakes his head and walks away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:53:29 GMT -5
Segment: Rats! Foiled Again! (Credit: Scarlet)
The ever popular, ever beloved Scarlet is seen reading a novel, curled up comfortably on a couch in her private lockerroom. She absent-mindedly twirled a lock of her wavy chestnut brown hair, letting the overhead light fall gently on her curls, illuminating her stunning countenance. Her peaceful leisure time is interrupted by a flash from a disposable camera. Scarlet quickly glances up and scans the room.
Scarlet: That's weird, I could have sworn I saw a camera flash...
She shrugs her shoulders then continues her book. A few seconds later, the same flash disrupts her reading once again.
Scarlet: What the hell is this?
Angrily, Sarin jumps to her feet and starts to investigate the room. Even though her lockerroom is fairly tiny, there are still many places to hide. She checks under her couch, bending down while keeping her legs straight, allowing the crowd a small peep. Frustrated, she growls and pokes her head underneath her desk, then finally approaches her wardrobe. With a heavy tug, she opens the closet, and out tumbles...
Scarlet: FELIX SANTANA!
Santana: Felix Santana Jr, actually.
The luchador is grinning, clutching a Kodak camera and looking very pleased with himself. Scarlet's eyes bear the hatred of a thousand Medusas, and her hair seems to have been electrified. Rage is coursing through her body, the audience can actually see her temple pounding. Felix seems oblivious to this, as he's too busy inserting a new roll of film.
Santana: Yo, mamacita, you look kinda strange...you oka--
Scarlet doesn't give him the chance to finish his sentence. She winds back and slaps him with all the strength and power she can muster. The crowd cheers, especially when she continues her assault, gripping Felix by the hair and bashing his head against the wall, before chucking him out of her locker.
Scarlet: Don't let me catch you in here again!
She turns around, and bumps into Felix Santana Sr, who had been standing behind her all this time.
Scarlet: How is that even possible?
Santana Sr: Heheh. You have a lot to learn, chica. Why haven't you been wrestling lately? We missed you on Heatwave...
Santana Sr attempts to brush Scarlet's cheek, but she quickly lashes out at him with a right cross. He manages to block the speedy blow with unsettling ease. Stunned at how fast a 50 year old man could be, Scarlet does not react in time to escape a lip lock by the older Mexican man. The crowd roars its disgust, and Scarlet finally manages to break away, sobbing and running out of the room, stepping on Felix Jr. in the process. His father watches her leave, grinning evilly.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:54:56 GMT -5
Segment: Strength in Numbers (Credit: Senator, FSX, Angelo, Hunter)
Coming back from the break, the crowd is hyped, as "Hail to the Chief" plays, and the Senatorial Stable makes their first group appearance for a long time, the Senator, FSX, Hunter, Angelo, and the Capitalists all coming down to the ring. The Senator wastes no time in grabbing a microphone as things start.
The Senator: Well, well, well, it has sure been some time since we have had one of these, eh? The Stable is here, and while we might be short a member or so, we still persevere! I just want to say to you people, I might not have had it all together these last few months. I know that I sure deluded myself in my private life for sure! I never saw that one coming, but perhaps it truly is for the best, as I now can rededicate my focus back on my careers! My first step in doing so, thus, has been to get the good ol' Stable back together here in this ring. We may not have projected our presence here in ACW as much lately, but we do have some bright spots once again! On that note, I am pleased to say that, indeed, Mr. FSX has returned, Fallen, I have not been able to speak with you much as of late, but it sure is great to have you back, and I dare say, better than ever! You have anything to say?
FSX: Of course I have something to say, in fact, I have a lot to say...but most will have to wait for later tonight.. My month back has been what you could call, different. I showed some ring rust but it was gone in time for me to win a certain title.
Fallen takes a moment to look over the shined up Light-Heavyweight Title.
FSX: I took all comers, and I even beat the so called "Immortal" returning star at Heatwave. I'm on top of the world obviously, and that's all there really is to say. Or, at least all you need to know for now.
FSX smirks for a moment, a few people in the crowd heard booing wanting a certain explanation, before handing the mic back over to Senator.
Senator: That is the way to go! Angelo, you have any words?
Angelo: Hmm not really. Just disappointed at how Saturday ended up for me.
Angelo doesn't have the title with him at the time; it must be in his locker room.
Angelo: And BK can’t seem to live without a piece of cowhide in his immediate vicinity, which is pretty damn retarded. Damn stupid Brooklyn people.
Senator: Well put. Coming to the Capitalists, I must say that I am proud of both of you guys, Anthony, you are the standard bearer of Fallout if there has ever been one before. You conducted yourself with honor and respect in the title match you had with...Mr. Fitsharris, our new Jr. Champion! I have said all along that you are drastically underrated around here, and this win proves it, congratulations. Finally, this brings us to our most recent returning star, Hunter! It surely is great to have you back, and vindicated, I for one am glad I am not working with a convicted felon! That said, though, I have a special word for you. It is time to step up your game. I am not going to be able to keep up my current pace for much longer, and you have the potential to be the ace of not only the Stable, but ACW. It is time.
Hunter smirks and raises the mic to his lips.
Hunter: You might be right about that. It's been a month since I've had a real match, since my "match" with Latino was more of a brawl. But, yes, in general, you might be right. And I know a great way that we can test that theory. In a few weeks is Emperor of the Ring, the next ACW PPV. I wish to have a match there...against you.
A mass markout by the crowd cuts off his words.
Senator: Well...all right, I accept.
Hunter: Good. After I defeat you, I will show just how much you can learn in prison. Oh, and to all backstage: I'M BACK BITCHES!!!
He drops the mic and smiles, then follows the rest of the stable out of the ring. A match between two of the most dominant figures in the most dominant stable in ACW. This could lead to one of the greatest matches in the history of the sport. But then again, it has it's consequences. In the end, it comes down to one thing. What's bigger: the talent or the ego?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:55:35 GMT -5
Segment: The Original Asshole (Credit: Bre)
Bre Double T is seen pacing back and forth with the #1 Fan following him around. Bre has some headphones on, what he's listening to we don't know. He seems really amped. Charlotte King walks up to him and taps him on the shoulder. He takes off his headphones and turns to face Charlotte.
Bre: Oh, I forgot about this interview. I'll turn around and you introduce me, OK?
Bre turns around and Charlotte doesn't have the heart to tell him that the interview is live, so she just proceeds to introduce him.
King: Ladies and Gentlemen, now joining me is a man who on the September 24th edition of Fallout will be taking on Jake Cheng in the first round of the Emperor of the Ring tournament and made his return last Saturday at HeatWAVE, Bre Double T.
Bre turns around with a look as if he didn't know that Charlotte King would be talking to him
Bre: Hello, what do ya got?
King: Well, as I said, you returned at HeatWAVE and took on Fallen Souls, any comments on that?
Bre: Well, I must say that it was disappointing to receive my first loss here in ACW, and even though some may not agree with me, I'm glad that if I were to lose my first match to someone, I'd definitely want it to be against FSX.
#1 Fan: Bull SHIT! Bre Double T is the man and nobody can really beat him, FSX got lucky! don't be a pussy Bre, you're supposed to be an asshole!
Bre ponders this and smiles
Bre: my esteemed colleague makes a good point, I am supposed to be the Original Asshole. FSX just got lucky, that's all, yeah that sounds good.
King: Well, Tonight you take on Davey Marvel, He's also returning, do you think that'll be to your advantage
Bre looks at Charlotte as if she just asked if the sky is blue
Bre: If I just came back, how the hell am I supposed to have any advantage besides having had one match which didn't really help me. How stupid are these god damn announcers?
Charlotte King looks a bit disgruntled and decides to finish the interview
King: well that's all
Bre grabs the Mic
Bre: no way, I'm not done talking! take care of this #1
Bre let's go of Charlotte's mic and The #1 Fan pushes her away. He comes back and whips out a microphone and holds it up to Bre's mouth. Bre gets serious
Bre: Now, I know that a lot of people probably expect Davey Marvel to come down to the ring and beat me and then he can just proceed to the Emperor of the Ring tournament. Well, I also am wrestling in that tournament and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't go out and do everything I could to beat Davey Marvel's ass in the middle of that ring tonight on MY way to the Emperor of the Ring tournament. Usually I'd tell Davey Marvel to prepare to get Doubled Over, but not tonight. No, tonight I think I'll end with this sentiment. FUCK Davey Marvel!
With that Bre puts his head phones back on and smiles. He walks away, into his locker room.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:56:39 GMT -5
Match 2: Kudo vs. Brian Carnage
As we return to the arena, Philip is well into announcing the next match; Brian Carnage is already in the ring, with “Open your Eyes” fading out.
Philip: And his opponent for this non – title contest, from Kyoto, Japan… he is the reigning ACW Entertainment Champion, Kudo Yasuda!
”Poison” hits, and Kudo gets a warm reception as he comes to the ring, his belt on his shoulder. He acknowledges the crowd before holding up the belt for the referee, who passes it to the outside; all is ready, and the fans clamour for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Kudo’s in no mood to hang about tonight; he and Carnage advance rapidly toward one another, and Kudo makes the first strike of the match with a burst of forearm blows. Carnage punches back, and then whips Kudo to the ropes; Kudo runs to them and dashes back, and Carnage shows off a little by leapfrogging his foe. The crowd applauds, and this piques Kudo a little; he rebounds from the other ropes and this time knocks Carnage down. Kudo hypes himself and the crowd, shouting in rapid fire Japanese; Carnage, however, being both a fiery Scot and a frequent visitor to the Land of the Rising Sun, shouts right back. Kudo lets a smile cross his face, evidently a little impressed; he and Carnage clash together again, and grapple as Carnage tries to shift into his legendary Octopus stretch. Moving behind Kudo, however, is a mistake; Kudo uses a Kangaroo Kick to escape and hurt Carnage a little in the process, and the fans watch enthralled as Carnage makes the mistake of staggering back into the corner. Kudo darts in, and uses a stream of repeated knee strikes while his foe is contained; Carnage finally escapes by jumping to the second rope and diving over Kudo, hooking his arms on the way and taking him down into a surprise pin. Kudo busts out at the 2 count, but the attempt has surprised everyone; anxious to regain the advantage, Kudo retaliates with his famed spiral dropkick and makes a pin of his own. It gets just past the 2 count, and the fans cheer the action as both Kudo and Carnage get up, ready for more.
Carnage has always had a love of the high flying stunts, and he’s not about to stop now; he gets behind Kudo and pulls off a very fast German suplex, landing him close to the corner, and then rushes to ascend the ropes and go for the Swanton Bomb. It’s a dramatic move, but also a risky one; Kudo rolls aside, and Carnage lands hard on the canvas; with his opponent down, Kudo gets him into a headlock and works over his upper body with knee strikes. This, however, is not a one-sided affair; Carnage demonstrates his flexibility and twists into another variation of the Octopus Stretch. The long term ACW fans mark out; Kudo’s face shows the pain that he’s in, and it takes a great investment of energy for Kudo to power out after about 30 seconds or so. Undeterred, Carnage moves in close again, looking for a critical hit; Kudo backs off at first, and once Carnage has been lulled into a false sense of security, he springs his trap with a K.O. Exploder out of nowhere. The pin get close to a 2.5 count; the fans are chanting for Kudo, but Carnage won’t give in, and as the pair close the gap between them Carnage gives it everything and ducks a kick from Kudo to set up and then execute the Carnage Buster (Sitdown Facebuster). There’s a roar from the crowd – is this going to be a huge upset? The ref counts – 1….2…th – Kudo kicks, and the roar just gets louder. Carnage’s expression is one of amazement and frustration; he pulls Kudo up to try and repeat the move, but this time Kudo is ready. He breaks out as Carnage tries to hold him, and Carange has no time at all to see the Yakuza knee strike coming at him; it connects with an almost audible crack. Kudo makes the pin, and Carnage has nothing left to respond with as the ref gives the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner….. Kudo Yasuda!
Kudo gets a loud ovation from the fans, and raises his arms in the air as the referee returns his belt. The crowd is pleased to see that Kudo helps Carnage up, and the pair shake hands over a good match before heading to the back, as the show cuts to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:58:11 GMT -5
Segment: Interview (Credit: Scarlet)
INTERVIEW WITH SARIN ROSSI 12 SEP 2005 9:25 PM
How was your flight? Don't worry, yea, just put your bags on the bed. I don't care that you've desecrated my comforter by infecting it with thousand of disgusting airplane people germs. Now when I try to fall asleep tonight I'll only be thinking about how many germs are crawling around in my sheets. Asshole.
So...Heatwave came and went with much aplomb. Did you catch that Back to Skool match? Hot stuff. I appreciate the female body so much more now that I'm exploring my new sexuality.
Lesbian? Not quite. I fit neatly in the middle category. You know, I think conservatives and hardcore fundamentalist Christians are warming up to homosexuality and the like because they're my loyal fans. The fanmail keeps coming, all the time. I have secretaries open them, sort out the good ones from the "Marry me"'s and the "Have sex with me"'s. I really do take the time to read intelligent fan mail and reply to them. I mean, these people come to every house show, every event, every autograph signing, make and maintain fan sites, and help spread my popularity. The least I could do is reply to their mail.
One fan in particular stands out. Her name is Veronica. She reminds me of myself at her age, timid and shy. We talk about loves, how to get the guy, how to cope with a difficult parent. I met her once at an autograph signing in Florida. The first thing she said to me was...
"You're my idol."
I couldn't help it; the tears came. They ruined my mascara too. In my childhood, I never dreamed of rising to such a status. I always assumed I'd be dead on a street corner, forced to sell my body and eventually beaten to death. Her words just struck a chord in my heart, the purest chord of them all.
She hugged me, and sat next to me with an arm around my shoulder during the rest of the autograph signing. We chatted for hours after, then promised we would continue to write, and she looked forward to the next autograph signing in Florida.
Love before Yoko was pretty hard to find in my world. My mama loved me dearly, but Allah took her too quickly. My father and I never spoke unless absolutely necessary. My Sensei approved of me, but he did not love me. I thought that changed when I met him.
Scott. Scott Jacoby. My first crush. Forgive me for saying this, but thinking about our first encounter still sends shivers down my spine. The way he held me in his strong arms, the playful grin he flashed me, the tenderness in his eyes...
Wha-? Oh, eh, heehee, got a little off topic. So, anyway, my highschool was very large. The average class size was 350 strong. So it didn't surprise me that I lost contact with him after a week. During that time, I resolved to shed my shyness. I was no longer going to be the timid, quiet Indian girl everyone thought I was. It was time to change.
I raced home that day, rushed past my father, and slipped into my room. I stripped myself of every article of clothing, including my burka. Naked, I stood shamelessly infront of my mirror, examining every pore of my body.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"
I blushed. I had never given much thought to my beauty. I knew I was beautiful; men in India did not hesitate to stare at my figure as I walked past. However, Allah's teachings instilled a humble modesty in me. I refused point blank to acknoweldge comments directed at my beauty, considering it a curse I was to live with for the rest of my life.
But there I was, infront of that mirror, staring at myself intently, with passion, desiring more, desiring to transform to those popular girls I saw chatting at their own private table in the cafeteria, blonde pristine hair flicking back gracefully, catching the light overhead.
I received a crash course in high school popularity and culture from my student mentor, a senior girl. She said quite bluntly, "Popular girls are rich, blonde, attractive, and skinny, with bodies to die for."
The only category I did not fit in was blonde, but I doubted that really mattered. I commandeered a chaperone from the mansion to escort me to a mall, where I was to buy clothes from popular stores and change my wardrobe. Of course, this was after my daily lesson with Sensei. Once at the mall, my escort provided me with five hundred dollars in cash, and set me loose.
The next day at school was extremely surreal. Everyday, I told my chaperone to drop me off at the back of school. All of the popular kids milled around at the main entrance before classes. Today was different. Gone were the days I hid behind the school, my religion, my clothing. My driver opened my door, and I stepped gracefully outside, my black knee high stilletto boots clicking on the pavement.
I thought I could hear books falling, jaws dropping, and mouths gaping. "That's Sarin Rossi? The Indian girl? Holy SHIT!"
I had chosen my outfit carefully that day. A scarlet halter top that showed off my cleavage and midriff, and a black mini skirt along with my stillettos. A maid helped me out with makeup and hair at 5:00 AM, and I replaced my clumsy backpack with a sensible handbag to stash books, folders, and pens.
Feeling especially confident, I didn't bother asking permission to sit with the popular girls at lunch. I flopped right down next to them, briefly introduced myself, then began eating. Soon, the initial awkward tension was broken, and the six of us were chatting like we had known each other all of our lives. When I told them I had the hugest crush on Scott Jacoby, they flipped out and we immediately began plotting ways to win him over.
The next week, I bumped into him again. This time, I was prepared. I flashed him a seductive smile of my own and casually brushed a stray lock of hair out of my face.
"Hi Scott. Long time no see."
"Yea...wow...you look--"
"Different? Great?"
"Well 'hot' was the word I was looking for."
I giggled, twisting my ankle, and feigning interest in a moth resting on the wall next to us.
"Wanna go to the dance with me?"
We asked the question at the same time, same cadence, and same tone. We grinned simultaneously, and nodded, before turning on our heels and leaving for our classes.
Next week I'll divulge the tale of the dance. But for now...I want to do something else...
Wanna dance?
--End--
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 15:59:44 GMT -5
Segment: Fighting talk (Credit: Daredevil, WCW 98)
The scene opens in the interview area, where Kevin Anderson is standing next to Daredevil and WCW 98, all three with microphones in hands.
Kevin: I'm here with two members of the newly-formed, as yet unnamed alliance, Daredevil and WCW 98. So guys, how abo-
WCW 98: Could you please do us all a favour and just piss off? Seriously, nothing personal, but I don’t like you. I don’t think you’ve got any talent. I think you suck. The way I see it anything you can do, I can do better, and I’m ready to prove it. Get out. Now!
Kevin is a little hesitant about leaving, but Daredevil steps forward the interviewer takes off.
WCW 98: Damn right!
WCW 98 turns to the camera.
WCW 98: I am prepared to hold myself to that arrangement too y’know.
WCW 98 slumps down and begins to act nervously, imitating Kevin, putting on an American accent in the process.
Kevin (WCW 98): So Daredevil? Um… so err… How does it feel to be interviewed by a guy like me, who constantly sucks up to all of the wrestlers in ACW just um…because I err…I’m scared that they’ll kick my ass?
Daredevil: You know what Kevin? It's an insult to me, and it's an insultto my colleagues. I mean I've even been interviewed by Des frickin’ O'Connor, and now I’m stuck talking to you and the trash that you represent?
Kevin (WCW 98): Well I agree with you one hundred percent there Daredevil! Because we all know that I never doubt anything that anyone says, because I might get hurt and that wouldn't be nice...
Daredevil: Damn straight.
Kevin (WCW 98): So what...um...about your opponent Rena tonight? Think she…err…stands a good chance?
DD: Ahaha! Haha! Do you really think that bitch Rena could beat me? ME, lose to RENA?! I mean the lass is a complete loser mate! I bet even you've managed to pull her at some point in your weird, pathetic life. And now it seems that she's fucked so many men that she’s ran out of the willing and she's resorted to women. I mean I don't mind a bit of girl-on-girl action, but she could have at least picked someone to make the action a little bit more attractive to watch. I mean with her and Paris I might as well be watching the Ugly Awards! I mean talk about grossness...
Kevin (WCW 98): Wow, I agree with absolutely one hundred percent everything that you just said there Daredevil! But what about the World champion, Yoko? I mean holy smokes, Danman, she could only draw with the amazing Machum Man RDK...
Daredevil: Quiet Robin, I don’t have much time for lowlife scum of a World Champion. I mean until she's played with the big boys, i.e. yours truly, she's done piss all with her reign and for that matter her career. Oh and never, EVER call me Danman again! WCW 98 adjusts himself to his normal stance and looks once again at the camera.
WCW 98: How was that?
The two begin to laugh as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 16:02:17 GMT -5
Segment: Reunited and it feels so good (Credit: BK)
The scene opens with BK London at the coffee stand where he is mixing himself some coffee, before he puts the drink to his lips he checks for traces of laxatives and it seems clear. BK begins to sip the coffee and at that moment he gets a slap on the back which makes him spit the coffee in his mouth across the hallway floor. He turns around ready to strike the first person he sees but then he halts when he sees that it is none other than female ACW announcer Charlotte King. Normally if it were Kevin Anderson he would've struck him to the ground with no hesitation but that is not the case with a female like Charlotte.
BK: Ah Miss King, What can I help you with?
Charlotte: Well tonight I was hoping to conduct an interview with you...
BK: Oh sure, anything for you...you know last week I had an interview with your fellow interviewer Kevin. (scoffs) What a loser? Anyway, ask away.
Charlotte: Well at Heatwave it was a very exciting night for you, but lets talk about the whole Paris Summers situation. It seems she is still attracted to you even after making out with Rena in the middle of the ring after her match, What are your thoughts on that?
BK(takes a sip off his coffe): You know I came to the arena right after the Paris/Rena thing and was only able to catch the beginning of the Senator vs Predator match...So I had no idea going into that kiss later that night that I would be kissing someone who already kissed the woman with the dirtiest lips in ACW. But once I found out I kicked her lesbo ass to the curve. You see, your either with me or your not, its simple as that and she had to find that out the hard way. But that leaves a question...Who will be my manager now? Well after hours of deliberating I think I've found the perfect new manager...ACW please welcome back.....my wife Kiley Johnson.
Kiley walks into the camera shot next to BK and he puts his arm around her shoulder and begins to kiss her.
Charlotte: Nice to see you back Kiley, I see you dyed your hair black. I like.
Kiley: Thanks Charlotte..
Charlotte: Now back to you BK, at Heatwave you also became the joint ACW International Champion with your opponent of that night Angelo Giovanni. How do you feel about that?
BK: How do I feel about it? I can tell you I'm not feeling to dandy about it. I won that match fair and square and had that Italian Bean Fart pinned down for the one, two, three. But you know what, its alright. I may not have MY title in possession at the moment, but on Monday Night Warfare I am sure as hell that I will walk out the steel cage with the International Championship over my shoulder. Because this isn't a very known fact, but BK London has never eeeevver been defeated in a Steel Cage match. And Warfare will be no different...there will be one sole champion at the end of Warfare(BK pats his chest), and it will be me.
Charlotte: Strong words from the joint champion, now apparently over this week you entered yourself into the Emperor of the Ring tournament, Why did you enter the tournament knowing you have already been a ACW Champion?
BK: Its simple really Charlotte, you see I am out here to prove that I am the best damn wrester on the ACW roster, and not only that...but one of the best in the world. And to me, that would mean to become ACW World Champion again...and apparently to some contractual matters I cannot receive another shot at the ACW title as long as Yoko is champ. I bet they never told you that huh? But you see I've found the ultimate loophole, the winner of the Emperor of the Ring tournament will receive a shot at the ACW Championship at Samhain. So this tournament is my entry back to main event status, this tournament will make me once again the World Champion. So tonight begins the first step back into stardom and it is against a mystery opponent, you know it doesn't even matter who this is...it could be Orochi, it could be Kross, it could be Bam Bam Bigelow, it could be Angelo Giovanni's mom with the peg leg and the glass eye, maybe the butcher, the baker, or every the candle stick maker, the fact of the matter is this, I will become Emperor of the Ring, you better believe it.
At this point BK is finished with his coffee and he throws the styrafoam cup in the wastebasket beside him and both him and Kiley walk off arm and arm back to their locker room. Charlotte smiles and then Tracy Finn begins to walk up behind Charlotte.
Tracy: Hey Char--
At that moment Tracy slips and falls on the coffee BK spit out earlier, proving to still be the world's unluckiest man. The whole crowd bursts into laughter and Charlotte even gets a chuckle out of it herself before helping him up.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 16:02:54 GMT -5
Match 3: Davey Marvel vs. Bre Double T (Credit: BK)
As the camera comes back to the arena, Philip has already started the announcements for match 3.
Philip: This match is schdeuled for one fall, coming to the ring from Ann, Arbor, Michigan, weighing in at 223 pounds, Davey Marvel!!
"Mouth for War" by Pantera blares through the speakers and the crowd bursts out of their seats for the in ring debut of Davey Marvel since being injured at Seven Deadly Sins. Davey begins to briskly walk down to the ring, slapping hands with the people in the front row before hopping on the apron. He pulls off his hood and does an AJ Styles-eque taunt before removing his V-neck sweater.
Philip: And his opponent from Rochchester, New York, weighing in at 230 pounds, Bre Double T!!
"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits and Bre Double T walks through the curtains and he slaps his chest. He walks down to the ring aware that a superstar of Davey's caliber can be very dangerous in the ring. Bre slides into the ring and he begins to hop onto the middle rope before saluting the crowd. He hops down from the middle turnbuckle and goes to his corner where the referee now signals for the bell to begin this match up.
Davey and Bre Double T begin walking back and forth into the ring and finally the two lock up in the center of the ring. Davey begins to lock in a side headlock but Bre Double T plans to take advantage of his ring rust and he pushes him into the ropes. As Davey comes off the ropes Bre Double T takes him down with a Shoulder Block. Bre looks to the side and he runs off the ropes and Davey kips up to his feet and attempts to Hip Toss Bre but Bre quickly counters into a Swinging Neckbreaker. Davey clutches the back of his neck in pain and Bre turns him over on his back and drives an elbow right onto the back of the neck. Bre begins to pick up Davey and he whips him hard into the corner where the back of his neck ricochets off the top turnbuckle. Davey drops to the ground in pain and Bre begins to slowly walk over to Davey's corner and he picks him up once again. Bre pulls Davey to the middle of the ring and he kicks him in the gut before hitting him with a Snap Suplex and kipping back up. Bre begins to feel some confidence and with confidence Bre becomes very dangerous in the ring. Bre then covers Davey very nonchalantly but Davey kicks out right after two. The former UWC Heavyweight champion begins to get a little bit frustrated but he calms himself down. He then picks up Davey but Davey comes out of nowhere and fires a barrage of forearms to the face. Davey then whips Bre off the ropes and takes him down with a Dropkick square in the face of Bre which takes him down. Davey covers Bre but Bre kicks out very aggressively and as they get up he knees Davey in the abdomen before taking him down with a Snapnare takedown.
Bre delivers a hard kick to the upper back of Davey before applying the rear chinlock to his foe. During the move Bre begins to gouge the eyes of Davey using his hands but the referee administers the five count and he quickly switches back to the rear chinlock. Davey begins to slam his leg on the mat attempting to get some support from his fans and it pays off when they begin to clap in unison. Bre screams at the crowd "SHUT UP!!" but that only makes the clapping louder and Davey feeds off it. Davey begins to rise up and he elbows Bre in the abdomen repeatedly. Bre finally releases the hold and Davey bounces off the ropes and takes him out with a Roaring Elbow off the ropes. Bre drops to the ground and gets back up and then recieves a kick to the gut and then Davey bounces off the ropes and hits him with a Running Bulldog. The crowd becomes more on Davey's side and he signals for the end and Bre slowly begins to get up. Davey locks in a Double chickenwing and he hits Bre with the Tiger Suplex. The crowd knows whats going to happen next and Davey rolls back and picks Bre up but now he he has a full nelson locked in. As he goes for the Dragon Suplex to complete his "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon manuver", Bre hooks his leg around the leg of Davey, blocking the move. Bre then gets out of the full nelson and hits a Drop Toe Hold on Davey before locking in the Half Boston Crab.
Davey attempts to make his way to the ropes but Bre pulls him back toward the center of the ring and he is screaming for dear life. Davey looks as if he is about to tap but he then slowly edges toward the ropes and grabs onto it. Davey slowly begins to get up and Bre signals for the end as he grabs Davey in reverse DDT position. Bre positions himself on the top rope and looks as if he is going for the Doubled Over but as he flips forward into the Ace Crusher Davey holds onto the top rope and Bre falls neck first. Bre holds his neck and is about to get up and Davey quickly rolls him up in an Oklahoma Slam and gets the one, two, three.
Philip: And the winner of this match, Davey Marvel!!
"Mouth for War" blares through the speakers and the crowd begins to cheer for the Michigan Madman on his debut back since being injured. Davey rolls out the ring and he begins to walk toward the bottom of the ramp and the referee raises his arm in triumph. Bre Double T is obviously disappointed with his loss as he holds his neck in the middle of the ring as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 16:04:29 GMT -5
Segment: Sexy Vixens (Credit: Rena / Scarlet)
The ACW-Tron pops up to show a large area filled with women and men, clapping and hooting. A ‘SV’ symbol appears, then fades as the camera moves to Rena, Paris and Alexis holding microphones and dressed in all equally revealing outfits.
Alexis: Welcome everyone to the first taped broadcast of the Sexy Vixens show!
Rena: Today we will be discussing ACW gossip...
Paris: Reading fan-mail...
Alexis: Stating our weekly ACW hot-list...
Paris: And we also have a special guest today!
Screams and clapping is heard from the audience behind the camera as they all move down to chairs, and look at each other to giggle in perfect unison. They then look to the camera.
Rena: First off, Let’s get to our special recipe of the day!
Paris: I bet you are all wondering what it is...
Clapping and screaming once again.
Alexis: It’s a Sexy SANDWICH!
Alexis, Rena and Paris stand up and stand beside each other. The few men in the crowd being to whistle and scream.
Men: HLA! HLA!
Alexis: First, you move the first ingredient on the outside. Then you place the next ingredient...and then you place the last piece to help hold it together.
Rena is on the outside, Paris’ breasts against her back. Alexis smiles and moves towards Paris. They begin to grind together and giggle.
Rena: You might want to put this sexy sandwich in the fridge because it may be too hot for you.
They all stop and move over to a huge bag filled with envelopes.
Paris: MAIL TIME!
They begin to open various envelopes.
Alexis: Dear Alexis, I wish I was as sexy as you. Love, Bushman Bob!
Rena: Dear Rena, Thank you for last night. Your payment is included in the envelope. Love, Dell Industry.
Paris: Dell industry!? How’d you manage to do that?
Rena: Well you just lay them all down on their backs and roll! It’s super easy! I recommend it to all viewers whom are into orgies.
Paris: Dear Paris, Why didn’t you call me last night!? Love, Daredevil.
Rena: I think we all know why you didn’t call...
Paris, Alexis and Rena: BAD IN BED!!
Rena: Dear Rena, I love you more than anything. Please come to my laboratory because I want you! Love, Bladeseika.
Paris: EWWY!
Alexis: Ok, enough Creep-Mails!
The crowd laughs as the girls move back to their chairs. However, one drunken idiot has the nerve to stand up and scream out "You bitches SUCK!"
Silence is immediate and deadly. The three Sexy Vixens stare at each other briefly before suddenly shifting into classic anime poses of embarrassment.
Sexy Vixens: Commercial Time!
When the scene fades in again, we see the Vixens standing in the same exact poses, but they appear to be hiding something from view. The camera maneuvers around the trio and spots the drunken man in a stretcher with a neck brace, apparently unconscious.
Paris: Eh, he accidentally er...fell down the stairs...Heehee...
Rena: Heheh...stairs...yea...
Alexis: Teehee!
The three Divas push the incapacitated man out of the camera's view.
Rena: Let’s being out our Special Guest!
Paris: He is currently Rena’s personal Maid...
Alexis: And he wears the outfits we choose!
Rena: Shawn Kiev, please come out!
The crowd laughs and claps as Kiev strolls out bashfully with his French maid attire, complete with feather duster. He sits beside the women as the giggle to themselves.
Alexis: So Kiev, when was it when you decided being a maid was your calling?
Kiev: Well, really...I never-
Paris: Interesting, Interesting...Well it’s time to go now...Let’s get to our weekly ACW Hot-List!
Kiev: But I-
Rena pushes him out of camera view, and then moves towards the camera with the rest of the girls.
Rena: Number 5 on the hot-list is...Hunter!
Paris: Number 4 on the hot-list is...RDK!
Alexis: Number 3 is...Latino!
Paris: Number 2 is...BK London!
Rena: And the number one hottie of ACW this week is...DAVEY MARVEL!
Paris: Well that’s it for all everyone, have a great week!
((Fade out))
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Sept 15, 2005 16:05:28 GMT -5
Segment: Are You OK? (Credit: Latino & AK)
The scene opens once again to the Latino and AK’s locker room. Latino must have put his CD on a loop because the same music is still playing in the background. No one can be seen but Latino’s singing “voice” can be heard from the bathroom. The locker room’s main door opens and Richard Parker slinks in. Right behind him is AK, carrying a couple of sandwiches. It’s clear that she must have skipped lunch today as she’s already eating the first sandwich. She looks around with a surprised look and quickly turns off the music.
Victor (From the bathroom): HEY! Who turned off my music?
The bathroom door flies open with Latino in just a towel and shampoo still in his hair, not rinsed. He stops quickly just as he is saying a few words out loud.
Victor: I thought I told you to get out of my locker room Kevin-
Alicia: Hmmm, and what was he doing here? Maybe what was going on at Heatwave is contagious.
Victor (Walking over to Alicia): Yea right chula.
The couple lean in for a kiss; clearly unmoved by the romantic situation, Richard Parker starts tugging on Victor’s towel as Alicia laughs as the two have their own test of strength.
Victor: Hey! Back off. Get him away Alicia.
Alicia just shakes her head and shoos Richard Parker away to the couch, where he curls up and pretends that he’s not in the least bit interested.
Alicia: Fine, you never were a cat person….What’s with all the music?
Victor: Mami for that fight at Heatwave I got 500,000 dollars! ….oh, and it’s tax free.
Alicia: You got 500,000 dollars?
Victor: Did I say me? …I meant us. Yea we got 500,000 dollars.
Alicia (With a slight grin): Sounds like I can have a good shopping spree with that much money.
Victor: Yea right it’s my….I mean our money. Are you feeling any better after Heatwave?
Alicia: A little, but it’s nothing to worry about. I’ve been through plenty worse.
Victor: Yes it is. They attacked you. I’m not going to let that slide Alicia.
Alicia frowns.
Alicia: Victor, I don’t want you to get yourself hurt. You already scared me once back at Seven Deadly Sins. Don’t do it to me again.
Victor: I can handle it.
Alicia: Victor, it’s 5 against 1. I personally have far bigger things to worry about right now than that bunch of losers… is it that important to you?
Victor raises an eyebrow.
Victor: Chula, nothing is more important to me than you are.
Alicia blushes; she does her best to act casual, but it’s clear that she’s moved by Victor’s concern. Latino just gives a reassuring smile.
Victor: Mami don’t worry. I’ll handle it. Mira let go get some clothes and I’ll be back soon, ok?
Alicia: …Ok. Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid.
Victor: I promise.
Fade to black.
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