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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:31:27 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 16th February 2006
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------
Santiago Rivera vs. Bre McKey
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Cold Blooded Killers vs. Rena
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Dan White vs. Jearus w/ Kudo
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Tables Match Code Red vs. Affirmative Action
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Senator vs. Mystery Opponent
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Hunter vs. RDK
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Note for tonight: Domino Effect Segments are not credited directly; they have been worked on by all those involved in each one, so credit is shared by the people appearing in each link of the “chain”.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:33:51 GMT -5
In The Drink Domino Effect I
Come on, settle down back there. Can’t you see Meltdown is starting? Sheesh, kids today. And don’t tell me you want to watch RAW instead, I’ve seen it and it’s average at best. Whereas here in ACW, it’s going to be something of a unique evening….
In a hurry. Everyone’s always in a hurry. Whether it’s to get to one place or from one place our fundamental lack of patience compels us to rush everything we do. Unfortunately, it’s while we are hurrying that we are more susceptible to mistakes. Emptying the entire contents of your washing basket into the washing machine usually produces a brand new collection of pink outfits because you accidentally left your kinky red underpants in with the rest of your garments. Your lovable snoozing cat is flattened as you leap into your car and reverse without giving much thought to checking behind the wheels. Richard Parker, let this be a warning to you. Sometimes your mind can be in a hurry. Neglecting to absorb the facts and instead jumping to conclusions. This is how we become mis-informed leading us to appear foolish.
Rushing down the corridor is the staff member, on drink delivery for the thirsty Latino. He bumps into a fellow staff member who attempts to engage him in conversation.
? : Hey Steve, did you sort out that loose cable leading fro…
Steve stretches an arm out and places it on the forearm of his colleague apologetically.
Steve : Hey, I’m sorry man but I’ve got to get something for Latino. If I want that Alphatron job I’ve got to be snappy with everything I do now.
His buddy nods his head in understanding and allows him to continue on his way. He marches onwards through the corridor until he reaches a waist -high wooden table alongside a water cooler. A sign above the table reads; “Free drinks”. On the table Steve encounters various stacks of plastic cups, differed by their size. Large cups, medium cups, small cups and even shot glasses, presumably for the more heavier drinker. A coffee dispenser dominates the table but Steve passes that over as a hot drink is not required. He keeps it mind however, as he’ll be back later. Also littered on the table are cans of soda. In front of them is a single cup, already half-filled with some kind of liquid. On the side of the cup there is a piece of paper stuck on it with something written on it. Upon closer inspection it reads: “Latino”.
Steve shrugs and picks the cup up from the table, smelling it. Satisfied he turns away from the table and begins to make his way back to where he came from.
“Someone must’ve got it ready for me. This place runs like clockwork!”
Steve continues down the corridor out of shot and eventually disappears. We pan back to the drinks table and witness a lengthy shot of the now cup depleted table. On the left side of shot, just above the table a shadow creeps into view. A lurking presence slowly uncovers itself. It’s Torak, looming in front of the refreshments. He turns to face the contents of the table and with one dominating arm sweeps everything clear onto the floor, including the piping hot steel coffee dispenser. He glares down at the mess on the floor, a common scene in Torak’s presence. He begins to chuckle that disconcerting laugh that rumbles through the corridors. Someone had better hurry and warn Latino about that drink…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:36:37 GMT -5
Segment: ‘Kudo-ku’ (Credit: Kudo)
Camera view opens up with Kudo sitting with a bunch of high class businessmen, reading their business journals and newspapers in the lobby/waiting room of Albright Action co. Kudo is very out of place at the scene, wearing an R-3 t-shirt and some track pants. There’s little doubt in any wrestling fan’s mind that he has his wrestling attire under it all, even at this place of formal business. Kudo finally decides to grab a spare paper on the side so now he himself has a newspaper and is flipping through until finally something catches his eye.
Secretary: Mr. Yasuda, Mr. Albright will be with you in a second.
Kudo nods accordingly to the lady behind the counter but his attention seems to be focused on his newspaper. The sound of shifting pages takes over the quiet area with the occasional phone rings in between the page shifts. This repetitive action seems endless and pointless, though it is worthwhile to note that Kudo is the only one not flipping pages. He has caught something worthy of his attention and time as he begins to take out a pen to write on the page. Finally Mr. Albright, head of Kudo’s commercial run business, steps out personally rather than having the secretary call him in.
Albright: Sorry to keep you waiting Kudo --
Kudo: GOD!!! What the hell is this! This is ridiculous!
Everyone in the room is wide eyed and confused now.
Kudo: Who the **** makes these things?! I put a 9 here but there was ALREADY A 9 I hadn’t seen from before. And now I’ve gone and done three fourths of the entire thing with all of the wrong information. All because of this friggin’ 9. What the hell!!! Dammit! And I did it in pen, I can’t even erase this piece of garbage! GOD!
Kudo rips up the newspaper and tosses the shredded pieces in the air, several landing on the heads of the waiting businessmen. Everyone is in shock except Albright, who lets out a smile, those worn by creative masterminds.
Albright: This is why I love you Kudo. You’re oozing the kind of attitude that we’re looking for to represent us. Now you called for this meeting, so please, come into my office.
Kudo gets up from his seat and makes his way behind Albright who leads the way into his office down the hall. The camera focuses now on a big piece of ripped paper that Kudo had tossed down onto the ground. It is a Su-Doku puzzle – Three fourths done.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:39:05 GMT -5
Alcoholic Effects…Return! Domino Effect II
BK London is shown walking back to his locker-room that he of course shares with his tag team partner. He stops when he hears a loud CRASH coming from his room. London moves quickly down the hallway and turns that quick left and stops at his door. He leans forward a bit and puts his ear to the door. After a bit more crashing sounds and someone stumbling around inside, he turns the doorknob and slowly walks in.
Latino: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
BK London: Latino? What the hell?
Latino is shown standing in the locker-room in a full Nature Boy style robe complete with a blond wig. In his hand, he is holding the drink shown earlier but it seems like Latino still has half of it left. Behind him seems to be more cups scattered around and Latino starts walking back and forth and then stops to give out a loud…
Latino: WooOoOoOoOoOOOO!
BK London: Are you ok?
Latino (wrapping his arm around BK’s shoulder): Hey, hey, hey……..hey I’m PUURFECT! Listen….I SAID LISTEN! You……what was I saying?
BK London: I have no fucking clue.
Latino starts shaking his head, causing his wig to fly off and hit London across the face. BK grabs it throws it down now starting to get annoyed by Latino’s brash actions. He is about to say something but Latino cuts him off again.
BK: Yo-
Latino: You know…..I’m not wearing anything under this robe.
BK (eyes widen): ….ATOMIC!
Latino (thrusting back and forth rapidly): Oye! Oye! Oye! Oy…..
BK: What? What is it? Are yo-
BK stops talking as Latino opens his robe.
Latino: DO YOU SEE?!
Oh, no, not again.
BK: Holy Mother of…..ATOMIC……GET THE HELL IN HERE!
Latino takes another big gulp of his “drink” and then stops before he can swallow it. His face changes to a look of something wrong has just occurred. BK barely opens his eyes and is wondering again what could be next. Suddenly, without warning, Latino spits out the drink all over BK’s face. Latino staggers back and forth as he keeps yelling out “I spit in the face of rodeo clowns!” After a few more seconds of staggering around, yelling, and of course BK’s temper pushed more and more to the edge Latino stops moving. He looks around and then bends over, throwing up all over BK’s shirt and shoes. London now has had enough of this, drunk or not.
BK: You son of a bitch! Get your brown ass some clothes and sober up dammit!
Latino (starts crying): I-I-I’m sorry chico.
Latino then rushes over for a hug, still with an open robe.
Latino: I LOVE YOU!
BK (punching Latino in the face): Ahhh fuck! Get the hell away and puts some damn clothes you asshole!
BK London leaves the room still very angry as Latino is on the ground on his knees. He looks as BK leaves and then crawls to the open doorway. He sees BK still walking away and then “tears” his rope off his shoulders as he pulls off the worst Brando impression.
Latino: Hey JAME! JA-MEEEEEEEEEEE!
Random Employee: You quit howling and go back inside!
Latino: JA-MEEEEEEEEEEE!
* Fade to black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:39:59 GMT -5
Match 1: Santiago Rivera vs. Bre McKey (Credit: BK)
The crowd is still trying to mentally recover from the impact of the last scene; Philip steels himself and enters the ring to get the first match started.
Philip: This match is a non-title match scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at 232 pounds, now residing in Austin, Texas, accompanied by RDK, he is the ACW International Champion, Santiago!
"Nymphetamine" by Cradle of Filth hits and the ACW International Champion makes his way down the ramp along with his mentor RDK. RDK whispers something into the ear of Santiago as he walks down to the ring and slaps him on the back before he enters the ring. RDK stays on the other side, away from Aleister. Santiago enters the ring and holds up his International Title before handing it to the ref.
Philip: And his opponent, weighing in at 127 pounds, Bre McKey!
The Arena grows dark as "Lost to Apathy" by Dark Tranquility plays loudly over the chanting crowds, having smoke coming from the ramp that leads torward the ring. Bre McKey comes from the back wearing a heavy trench coat with Aleister not too far behind her. She runs her hands through her face as Aleister escorts her to the ring in a man-handled manner. She runs into the ring as she throws off her trench coat to Aleister. Music fades as Bre sits against the turnbuckle. The bell rings.
Santiago and McKey begin to walk around the ring upon the sound of the bell. Aleister watches from ringside, staring at Bre. Bre can feel the cold eyes of Aleister staring at her even though she is not staring back and knows a win tonight would prevent anything that abusive happening to her. Santiago charges toward Bre with a swift kick to the abdomen and then he whips her back first into the turnbuckle. Santiago charges at Bre but Bre catches Santiago with a leg scissors around his neck and completes a Hurricanrana from the corner, Mickie James style. Santiago gets up and Bre doesn't waste any time putting the hurt on Santiago with several forearms to the face. Santiago is on the ropes and Bre attempts to whip him into the opposite ropes but Santiago holds onto the top rope and pulls Bre back towards him before back dropping her over the top rope to the outside. Bre lands hard on the ground where Aleister is located and he begins yelling at her furiously to get back in the ring and even does it foricably by tossing her back into the ring. Bre slowly rises up holding her back and Santiago puts her head between his legs and signals for a powerbomb. RDK yells at Santiago from the outside not to waste any time before following up on the move and he quickly attempts the powerbomb but Bre slips off his shoulders and lands a thumb to the eye. RAF warns Bre about such a manuever and but she doesn't listen and bounces off the ropes, attempting a crossbody block but Santiago catches her in mid-air. Santiago smiles and walks around the ring, yet again show boating and he attempts the Gunn Slinger (Swinging Powerslam) but Bre quickly counters it into a Crucifix Roll up. RAF slides over and counts one, two, th- but Santiago kicks out.
Both rise back up and Santiago lays out Bre with a stiff clothesline, making her neck snap back on the mat. Santiago picks up Bre and he launches Bre shoulder first into the ring post before holding his nose from the forearms by Bre. Bre's shoulder is in obvious pain and she slips out from the middle turnbuckle and falls to the outside. Suddenly a pop is heard when Jonny begins to walk down to th ering and Aleister doesn't take kindly to this but he knows not to mess with Jonny. Jonny begins to help up Bre, knowing that Aleister wouldn't and Santiago slides to the outside. Santiago and Jonny share a few words and Santiago lays a slap across the face of Jonny, Jonny responds back with a punch to the face of Santiago and RAF sees this. He is about to call the disqualification but RDK tells him not to and tells him to send Jonny to the back. RAF rolls to the outside and tells Jonny to return to the back and Jonny does so with no hesitation. Santiago is rising back and he continues to hold his nose. He turns around and Bre hits an simply amazing Asai Moonsault, taking down Santiago. Santiago is out and Bre rolls back into the ring, to possibly pick up the count out win. The count is now by 7 and Santiago is just beginning to stir. Santiago gets back in by the count of 9 and Bre follows up with a clothesline down to the big man. Santiago gets back up and Bre takes him down with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors. Santiago gets up spinning around and Bre lands in the Christo. Santiago screams in pain but is still on a vertical base. He walks around as Bre wrenches back and finally Santiago rams Bre into the turnbuckle and then manuevers the move into the Texas Tea. Santiago hooks the leg of Bre and get's the three.
Philip: And the winner of this match, Santiago Rivera!
"Nymphetamine" by Cradle of Filth hits and Santiago rises up from the mat and RDK hands him the International Championship. The referee raises Santiago's arm in triumph and RDK congratulates Santiago from outside the ring as he waits for him to come up. Santiago exits the ring and RDK continues to talk, possibly sharing more tips, with Santiago about how he can improve his match game.
Back in the ring Aleister isn't too happy with the result and as Bre rises up from the devastating move she spots Aleister looking at her. He simply tells her let's go and she obeys as the two walk up the ramp.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:41:29 GMT -5
When you’ve got to go… Domino Effect III
As the scene opens we see BK London continuing his pursuit to use a rest room after Latino’s drunken antics; he has evidently found the communal one to be fully occupied, and can’t wait around. BK grasps onto his lower extremities and searches around for a place to use the bathroom. He walks over to one door and opens it, revealing Anthony Kalb giving Kevin Fitzharris a back rub, possibly getting a kink out of his neck, but that's not the first thing that runs through BK's mind. London continues down the hallway and he opens another door and sees a brick wall, a very WTF expression appears over BK's face and he shuts the door. BK can feel it already coming down and he starts dancing around, as anyone does when they have to pee and he finally rushes into a room without even looking at the name on the door.
He looks around the very feminine like room and sooner or later he could very well pee on himself and he picks up a Gucci bag before unzipping his jeans. Tinkling is the only sound heard now and the look of ecstasy a relaxed sign releases from BK and his eye even twitches a little before zipping back up his jeans. He looks at the now tainted Gucci bag and closes it before attempting to slip out the room elusively but as he steps out he runs into the absolutely wrong person at the absolutely wrong time.
Rena: BK, What were you doing in my room?
BK: Me..in your room? Don't be silly, I wasn't in your room.
Rena: BK....
BK: What?
Rena: I just saw you leave my room and I'm only going to ask you ONE MORE TIME, what were you doing in my room?
BK: OHHH! That room, over there...yeah. Well you see, what had happened was, that I had a quarter right...and I had it in my hand.
Rena:....go on.
BK: And then the quarter, it fell out my hand right and then it rolled into your room. And I was just in there to y'know, get the quarter.
Rena: Ok, makes sense, where's the quarter?
BK: What quarter?
Rena: THE ONE YOU WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT!
BK: Oh that (chuckles nervously) quarter, oh, I didn't find it. So I decided to leave...
He gets a flash of inspiration…
BK(talks quickly): But you know, as I was approaching the room, I saw someone else coming out of it. Well sorry I can't talk now, I've got to prepare for a big match tonight, maybe we'll do lunch, see ya, bye!
Rena: What? Wait, who did you see?
BK is already halfway down the hall, and says the first name that comes to mind.
BK: Oh, Uh, it was Dan, yeah, Dan White! Later…
And in a short time frame BK London is out of the camera shot and sprinting down the hallway without looking backward. Rena is still perplexed from her interaction with London and she enters the room and closes the door behind her. Before you know it a huge feminine scream can be heard...
Rena: AAHHHHHHHHHH NOT MY GUCCI!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:44:05 GMT -5
Match 2: Cold Blooded Killers vs. Rena (Credit: Tornado)
We return from the commercials to see that Philip is already in the centre of the ring. The fans are cheering loudly and are clearly enjoying the show so far; Philip waits for the noise to die down before announcing the next match.
Philip: The upcoming contest is a handicap match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…she is the self-proclaimed Number 1 Diva of ACW…RENA MATHESON!!
”Candy” by Koda Kumi hits and Rena storms out, she appears to still be in a foul mood. Most of the crowd boo her but she gets the obligatory cheers from the male contingent. Security wait tentatively at the top of the ramp and their prescence is justified as Rena goes for a female member of the audience. The drag her away and shepherd her down to the ring where she paces around like a caged animal, waiting for her opponents.
Philip: And her opponents…they are the Former ACW Tag Team Champions and the newest members of the Senatorial Stable…The COLD BLOODED KILLERS!!
"New Noise" begins to flood through the arena as the Cold Blooded Killers emerge through the curtains; the crowd boo loudly, this time no cheers can be heard, that must be reserved for hot females. They walk side by side, a cocky smile on each of their faces. As they strut casually down to the ring they ignore the crowd’s remarks and even encourage it with their own retaliation remarks. As both Scott and NBK reach the ring apron, they simultaneously jump onto it. Each then perform a Chris Jericho esque ring apron taunt, and then enter in a Chris Jericho fashion, simultaneously of course. Both men head towards the centre of the ring. Scott moves in front of the taller NBK and gets on one knee. He performs his Chavo esque taunt while NBK flexes his incredible biceps.
Bell Rings.
NBK steps onto the apron and Rena instantly rushes at Scott, taking the Scarlet Assassin completely by surprise and knocking him to the ground. Scott doesn’t stay down for long, instantly getting back to his feet; he charges at Rena but she reverses it into an Armdrag followed by a Wristlock. NBK splits it up instantly, cutting off the “Rena” chants with a vicious kick to the side of her head. The crowd boo; they are clearly at this point on the side of Rena, most likely because she is on her own. This is now emerging as an obvious advantage as they both stomp on Rena, this lasts 5 seconds before NBK is ordered out of the ring.
Rena delivers a powerful low-blow to Scott as the refs back is turned; he crumples to the mat and she keeps him there by repeatedly stomping on his head. NBK attempts to get into the ring but is pushed back by the ref. Rena glares at NBK and, whilst screaming, hits a vicious Chick Kick which knocks him off the apron and into the barrier with a loud thump. He slumps forward, seemingly knocked out; the crowd are shocked that it has happened so early on and Rena is slightly amused. Scott, however, is extremely irate and charges at Rena from behind. He hits a vicious Flying Elbow Smash to the back of her head, sending her flailing forward over the ropes. Scott is out of the ring like a flash and is stomping on Rena’s head relentlessly, not giving her chance to rest. He drags her to her feet by her hair and sends her clattering into the steps; many members of the crowd are surprised by how the two have gone for each other, others boo Scott as he taunts them.
He throws Rena back into the ring and goes over to NBK, pulling him to his feet before sliding back into the ring. He covers…
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…Rena kicks out at 2.1, grimacing as she does so. She gets to her feet quickly and gives Scott a hard slap which leaves a glowing red mark on his left cheek. She goes for a standing Hurricanrana but it is countered by a powerful Powerbomb by Scott; he uses this opportunity to let NBK in the ring for the first time. He stomps twice on the small of Rena’s back, causing the crowd to wince, and locks in the Cold Blooded Crippler bringing cries of pain from Rena as he viciously twists her ankle. She writhes, trapped in his pincer like grip for nearly a minute; the crowd are getting behind her valiant efforts but recoil in disgust as she spits in NBK’s face, forcing him to relinquish the hold. She spits in Scott’s direction, venom evident in her eyes, provoking him to enter the ring. The ref holds him back and Rena flashes him an evil smile as she connects with a powerful kick to NBK’s groin, causing him to yelp in pain. She climbs to the top rope and hits the Moonsault Double Foot Stomp landing on NBK’s head and covers…
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…Scott breaks the count by kicking Rena in the head. She rolls out of the ring to get rid of the blurred vision but this also allows NBK to tag in Scott. She is hit by offence as she slides into the ring but she manages to dodge the stomps Scott is throwing at her. She gets to her feet and scratches Scott the length of his left cheek and takes him down with a sweep kick. Rena stamps on his head repeatedly, a scowl as she does so. NBK has had enough and charges into the ring but Rena trips him, sending him sprawling into the ref, who is knocked out as his head makes contact with the turnbuckle. Rena grins and slips out of the ring; she impatiently throws Philip off his chair and enters the ring once more. NBK charges at her but there is a sickening thud as his contact makes contact with the chair, practically KOing on the spot due to his speed of impact. Scott receives the same treatment and Rena places their limp bodies in the centre of the ring. She launches the bent chair out of the ring and revives the ref before covering them both…
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3…after a particularly slow count Rena stands up and starts to leave even before Philip can announce the victory. She reaches the top of the ramp as he finally gets the chance to speak…
Philip: The winner, by pinfall…RENA MATHESON!!
The crowd boo loudly but Rena ignores it completely; taking the time to push aside the EMTs, who are rushing through the curtains to see to CBK, before storming off.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:47:21 GMT -5
Segment: ‘Nursing the pain’ (Credit: Kudo) A camera opens view up in a locker room with Kudo sitting down on a chair, his right leg stretched out straight onto the small table in front of him. He carefully and slowly removes the layered white tape tightly wrapped around his knee, showing eventual red blood spots as he pulls off to the lighter layers. Once all of the tape is off, the camera zooms in on the ill sight of the lacerated knee of Kudo from his bout against BK London a couple of events ago. Just then a figure opens the door to the room and steps into view, handing Kudo a slip of paper. It is none other than Fallout’s own, Gary.Gary: Someone told me to give you that. It’s the name of a doctor I think could really help with that. Gary points to the bad knee and Kudo opens up the slip of paper. The camera zooms in to capture the writing in big font.DR. -PAYNE- PAIN Kudo: Dr Pain? What kind of joke is this?!!! Gary strikes a pose before rushing out of the room with great speed.Kudo: Get back here! Who put you up to this?! Kudo tries to get up, but without assisted support on his exposed knee, he falls back onto his chair as Gary makes a quick getaway. Kudo lets out a big sigh and groan and shakes his head at the entire situation. He eventually sets his leg back on the table and applies some ointment on it before beginning to retape as the camera fades out.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:48:17 GMT -5
Slut Eye for the Brit Guy Domino Effect IV
Dan is walking down his corridor when Rena pops up, stopping him in his tracks. She has a vengeful looks in her eyes.
Rena: HEY!
Dan: umm Hi.
Rena: Guess what?
Dan: What?
Rena: I totally re-designed your old room! I thought of making a salute to your favorite football team!
Dan: You did? Can I see?
Rena: Of Course!
They both walk towards the room, and Rena stops at the door.
Rena: Are you ready?
Dan: Yeah.
Dan thinks, ‘I can’t wait to see my Welsh football room’…but his hopes were dashed when she opened the door.
Rena: TA-DAH!
Dan: Oh my fucking God…
Rena: Amazing, huh?
The room was decorated with posters of English sporting heroes and a St. George’s Flag. It also has the word ENGLAND painted in thick black letters across one wall. It’s not Welsh in anyway, shape or form.
Dan: Jesus Christ…
Rena: You don’t like it?
Dan: I HATE IT! I’M WELSH! NOT ENGLISH!
Rena: Isn’t it the same thing?
Dan: NO!
Rena: Oh-well…you’ll have to live with it.
Dan: Fuck…
Rena: Oh and here.
She hands him a piece of paper.
Dan: What the fuck is that.
Rena: The bill for all the paint, posters, thumb-tacks and stuff.
She hurries out of the room to leave poor Dan all alone, gaping at the hellhole his locker room has become.
((fade))
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:49:39 GMT -5
Segment: Lessons in Pain (Credit: Hunter)
As the scene fades in, the ACW audience has an opportunity to take a strange and rare journey outside of the ACW arena into dark depths of the night. Random buildings are scattered throughout the scene, each one of them giving off an illuminating glow that brings joy to those watching. However, in between all of these bright buildings there stands a sole building of roughly two stories that is completely bathed in darkness. Light does not enter nor does it leave this hellish domain, and it is easily the last place in the world a man would want to come. And yet, before it stands Hunter, wearing a simple trench-coat and looking up at a sign that reads "Joe's Gymnasium." On a regular day, he would attempt to avoid all contact with this building. But today is not a regular day, and Hunter has some immense business to take care of. The camera slowly creeps up behind Hunter and gives him quite a start as he turns to find it face-to-face with him. He nods his understanding of the camera's presence and turns his attention back towards the gym. He looks at every single inch of this structure and silently questions his reasons for being there. But, sooner than later, he realizes that he must do what he has set out to do: he enters the building, the cameraman close in tow. The door slams loudly behind them and Hunter and the cameraman use as much time as possible to scan their surroundings, an act that is rather difficult to achieve due to the obscureness of the place. And then, just like that, a light appears and illuminates the interior and illuminates Hunter's face, blinding it for just a few moments.
?: I am glad that you could make it.
Hunter blinks a few times, and once his eyes are used to the light he is able to see that roughly ten feet away from him stands Mrs. Smith, the younger and more jovial (for lack of a better word) Miss Smith standing silently behind her. Hunter looks around and sees that they are indeed inside a gym, as there are many weights and other random equipment scattered around. He steps over a few machinations and gets closer to Mrs. Smith, stopping just a few feet shy of her.
Hunter: So am I, I guess. Listen, I just wanted to say---
Mrs. Smith: Words are unnecessary when actions speak much louder.
She has no idea how right she is.
Mrs. Smith: And by your actions, by your complexions, I take it that you are not exactly thrilled to be here?
Hunter: You'd be right.
Mrs. Smith: Well that will shortly change. I have some news for you---
Hunter: No, listen, the only reason I came here was because I wanted to tell you face to face that I'm done with this, all of this.
Mrs. Smith: So I gathered. But you have not let me make my case---
Hunter: And I don't want you too. Listen, I'm done. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore.
Mrs. Smith: But you, dear Mr. Hunter, are a wrestler. It is your job to hurt people.
Hunter: ...though that may be true, it is certainly not my job to hurt a person to the point that they are barely clinging on to life! I fight for my own reasons, but when I fight it is mainly out of sport. I do not fight to destroy a person.
Mrs. Smith: I can see that. But, you must admit that it worked.
As much as he hates the ethics, he knows she is right.
Hunter: All right, yes, it worked. But that doesn't mean---
Mrs. Smith: On the contrary, it does. You see Mr. Hunter, the sample that I gave you was just that: a sample. It was an earlier product that had not been fine-tuned perfectly and it does not feature all of the necessary agents for Formidilosus.
Hunter: Then why the hell did you give it to me?
Mrs. Smith: That is for me to know. Now, what happened was just as I expected: you are too strong for any simple dose. One of those samples can easily help a normal person, but you are above normal, this we both know. You are too strong for simple mind technique, for mind...serum of any sort. You require more.
Hunter: I don't require shit. Look, it's been nice knowing you, but I---
Mrs. Smith: You never seem to let me finish. Let me finish at least once and you will see my point of view.
Hunter remains silent, and not for the first time either. Mrs. Smith grabs a nearby bag and gives it to Miss Smith, who holds it almost reluctantly. The former opens the bag and takes out a case, then opens the case and begins fiddling around with something inside. Shortly after, she turns around and shows Hunter a large syringe with a moderate dosage of what appears to be a clear liquid.
Mrs. Smith: Now Mr. Hunter, the problem you experienced earlier is your lack of control under the substance. You require a more powerful agent to be added to Formidilosus. What this specific agent does is it enters a part of your brain known as the amygdala and temporarily shuts it off, the time depending on the dosage. The amygdala is the part of the brain that controls fear, and so when it is shut down fear is no longer a problem, and common human obstacles such as pain and fatigue are shut down in an instant. In addition, the amygdala is the part of the brain that most closely has to do with anger, so if it is shut down, anger is destroyed. This makes it certain that you will not lose control of yourself as you did before.
Hunter: But what if I don't want control at all? What if I don't want any of this?
Mrs. Smith: Mr. Hunter, I can understand why you feel this way---
Hunter: No, you can't! Have you ever hurt a person as much as I have? An INNOCENT person!?
In more ways than one, she has. But Hunter does not know this, nor does he question it truthfully.
Mrs. Smith: Mr. Hunter, I assure you that I know what I am doing. Take this and it will help. You will have control and you will be able to achieve your wildest dreams!
Hunter: How do I know that?
Mrs. Smith: There's only one way to find out.
She lifts up the syringe and slightly tilts her head towards it. Hunter stares at it with a look of generally every emotion that has ever existed. He does not want to make the wrong decision, but simultaneously he does not know what the right decision is. And then, from the corner of his eye, he sees the lovely face of Miss Smith. As if inspired, Hunter suddenly steps forward and silently nods to Mrs. Smith.
Mrs. Smith: Excellent. Turn around, please.
Hunter complies and feels a slight sting as the syringe is inserted into the back of his neck. It is ejected just as quickly and Hunter turns around, clutching the spot.
Mrs. Smith: It should kick in rather soon. I have given you enough to give you roughly ten minutes of control. And now you can test it.
Hunter: And how would I do that?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:50:19 GMT -5
Mrs. Smith smiles, and, as if on cue, there is a loud bang from behind them. Hunter turns and sees a whole host of men charge into the room, encircling him entirely. These men are rather large and are of similar features, the only difference being that some are armed and some are unarmed, the variety of weapons being staggering. Hunter looks at this group of roughly twenty men one by one, making eye contact and slowly making a game plan.
Mrs. Smith: You said that you did not want to hurt innocent men.
Hunter looks over his shoulder at her and nods.
Mrs. Smith: Well these are not innocent men, Mr. Hunter...these are not innocent men in the slightest.
As if he needs no more introductions, Hunter looks at the floor and cracks his neck, fully prepared for this fight. He slowly and silently looks back up and looks into the eyes of his future assailants. In their eyes he sees the same guilty men; in his eyes, they see a completely different man. One man, somehow brave enough to go first, does exactly as instructed and charges at Hunter. Hunter quickly ducks under a presumed punch and lets loose one of his own, followed by a swift roundhouse kick to the man's knees. The man falls down hard onto the ground and is seemingly out of the contest.
Mrs. Smith: Excellent. But can you handle more?
Hunter silently smirks and nods, an action which is shortly followed by a trifecta of men charging at him, one with a knife, one with a pair of brass knuckles, and one unarmed. The one with the brass knuckles gets the closest, and Hunter grabs his wrist in a matter of seconds. He cracks it back and spins it around, unleashing a painful yell from his opponent. The unarmed man comes next, and Hunter thrusts the fist of the first man into the face of the second man, causing him to lose consciousness almost immediately. The third man charges in with the knife, and Hunter simply spins around and impales the first man's side onto the knife. The third man takes out the knife with a look of horror at his fallen comrade; the next thing he sees is the sole of Hunter's boot, which finds its way into the man's nose, dropping him instantly. Hunter catches his knife midair and flings it into a wall mere inches away from Mrs. Smith's head.
Mrs. Smith: Heh, cute. But now a real challenge.
Hunter smirks once again and turns to the remaining sixteen men. Before any of them can finish a breath, Hunter scans over his surroundings and notes every possible item that can hurt. And judging by the continued smirk, he has found many of these items. The sixteen men charge him and Hunter runs to his left, causing the sixteen men to follow. He grabs a bar above him and swings forward, and when he comes back he flips around and delivers a swift kick to one man's chest. He lands on his feet and ducks a large chain, which wraps around the bars of one of the contraptions. The man attempts to free his weapon, but this Hunter an adequate amount of time to grab the man and the chain and to secure the latter around the former's neck. Hunter grabs the nearest person he can find and launches him head first into the gut of the securely chained man, causing both to fall over in pain (or, in the chain man's case, to simply lose consciousness and continue hanging).
Hunter grabs a weight of roughly fifty pounds and tosses it lightly at a pair of nearby men, who are knocked out instantly. Hunter leaps off the wall and delivers a spinning kick to another's head, lifts up the wrench he dropped, and smashes it into the man's knee. He ducks a swing from a pipe and turns around to attempt to knock the man down...but he finds that his arms are trapped. He looks over and sees a very tall man grabbing his arms and holding them midair, barely allowing Hunter the opportunity to move. A third man walks up to Hunter and attempts to fatally stab Hunter in the face, but Hunter moves out of the way fast enough to avoid a fatality, though he does receive a rather large scar on his cheek in return. He uses as much power as he can to launch himself up and kick the man's arm, which flies full force at the man holding Hunter, the knife lodging its way into the latter's shoulder. Hunter is finally free, and he punches the man who had the knife directly in the face, knocking him out. The man with the pipe charges at him once again, but Hunter ducks and lifts him up, then throws him into the man with the knife in his shoulder.
Hunter does a quick head count and sees that there are seven men still on their feet. One man has a large crowbar that he swings maniacally at Hunter, Hunter being able to duck every single swing. Hunter grabs the bar in between one of the swings and kicks out the man's knee. He takes the crowbar from him and swings it full force into the man's head, knocking him down instantly. Hunter ducks a swing from another man and hits him in the back with the crowbar, then hits another man with it and uses it to lift the man high above his head and throw him behind him, making him fly directly through a nearby table. Without four men left, Hunter has all the confidence and all the blood thirst in the world to make this go his way. So without further ado, he drops the crowbar and maneuvers his way in between two men, grabs a third in a headlock, and swings him into one of the former, who flies into a steel bar and knocks himself out. Hunter then does a spinning kick to the other and follows this by hitting a DDT onto the man who is locked in the headlock.
Hunter gets up and looks around very silently, as if completely unaware of the fact that everyone knows he is there. By his count, there is one man left, though he is unable to find him anywhere. And just like that, Hunter hears a click behind him. He turns and sees a man pointing a gun at him. Hunter doesn't bother to think; he charges at the man and kicks him in the gut, then grabs a nearby knife and stabs in the man in the side of his left leg. The man screams out in pain and drops to the floor, allowing Hunter to grab the gun from out of his hand. Hunter cocks the gun once more and puts his foot onto the man's chest. He applies as much pressure as humanly possible and points the gun in his face. The man’s cries for help are unheard by all, and he whimpers as Hunter does not even move in the slightest.
Man: ...please...
The man looks into Hunter's eyes and sees his life flash before his eyes. But not just this, he sees pure tyranny and pure carnage, both of which he fears rightfully. Hunter just stares; he does not recognize the man’s emotion at all, for it is not something he can understand while in his current state. Hunter blinks once...and suddenly all of this disappears. The man is suddenly no longer scared, and Hunter looks at him with a slight look of shock. He looks at the gun in his hand with surprise and wastes no time in throwing it to his side. He steps off the man and looks around at the havoc he has created. But unlike the last time...here he is pleased with himself.
Mrs. Smith: So...
Hunter looks in the direction of the voice. From out of a dark corner appears Mrs. Smith, arms folded, a sly smile revealing itself on her face. Miss Smith stands solemnly behind her, slightly trembling.
Mrs. Smith: ...it worked, didn't it?
Hunter: Yes...it did. I was able to think about what I was doing...I...I was in control.
Mrs. Smith: And you just took down twenty powerful men in slightly less than ten minutes. I hope that now you understand the power you can possess.
Hunter: ...I do.
Mrs. Smith: Excellent.
She motions towards her daughter, who lifts up the bag in her hand and zips it open. The mother reaches in and pulls out a case, then puts it on the floor and kicks it over to Hunter.
Mrs. Smith: In there you will find your own syringe. With it is a high dosage that should keep you in control for roughly half of an hour. Use it at your upcoming pay-per-view match and you will definitely walk out as the champion.
Hunter looks down at the case and then back at Mrs. Smith. She nods and turns around, then makes her way back into the shadows. Miss Smith stays put and meets eyes with Hunter. She wishes to see him in his true light, she wishes to see his true eyes. And that is exactly what she sees: she sees Hunter. She smiles slightly and blinks rapidly. Hunter opens his mouth to speak, but cannot find the proper words. This silence is beautiful, and that which he sees before him possesses the same trait. Miss Smith turns around and follows her mother into the darkness, although Hunter can clearly see her shape as she walks into it. He watches her go, and when she is far enough for him to see her no longer, he looks down at the case again. He slowly bends over and picks it up, then looks at it with an emotion that five minutes ago had been stripped from him entirely. He turns around and sees the motionless men around him, he sees this pain that he has caused. And though he knows it's wrong, he enjoys this feeling. The guilty should be punished, as it has been said. And he was just the one to punish them. But simultaneously, he knows that he was given the case in his hand so he could use it to punish someone else...he must punish who is arguably the most pure person he has ever met. Can he go through with it?
Or will his evils take control?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:51:05 GMT -5
Match 3: Dan White vs. Jearus w/ Kudo (Credit: Latino / Ending events credit: Kudo)
Match 3 approaches, and Philip wastes no time getting on with the job in hand.
Phillip: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from somewhere in the Western Hemisphere and weighing in at 195 lbs…..Jearus!
Jearus comes out as pyro come out like missiles. Only one projectile hits at entrance and as the smoke clears, Jearus is seen standing. He immediately runs down the entranceway and then slides inside the ring. Jearus then quickly pops up and raises his arms up the air as the fans give out another pop and his opponent is announced.
Phillip: And his opponent from Cardiff, Wales and weighing in at 225 lbs…..The Welsh Dragon…Dan White!
The Welsh National Anthem hits and Dan walks out slowly through the curtains. The fans give out a good amount of boos but White pays them no mind and continues to walk down to the ring. The lights fade a bit and then flicker between red and green. Dan then enters the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He looks around to the fans and then jumps back down as he is more than ready for this match-up.
* The Bell Rings *
The match starts off quick as Dan rushes at Jearus. He pushes him against the ropes with a elbow to the face and then throws a left and right over and over again. He then knees him in the stomach and grabs Jearus’ arm, whipping him across the ring. Jearus bounces of the ropes and White and slams his arm forward, giving Jearus the Burst. Jearus holds his stomach and Dan roundhouse kicks Jearus across the face. He falls down onto the mat and White taunts his opponent and of course the crowd. He then runs a few steps and then jumps up in the air. The Welsh Dragon comes down hard with legdrop onto Jearus’ throat. He then hooks the leg for a quick cover as the Referee slides onto the mat and counts. Jearus kicks out at the sound of two causing the fans to yell out in unison, “TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Dan looks over the Referee surprised, but then directs his attention back to his opponent. He drags Jearus back onto his feet and tries to whip him into the ropes. Jearus reveres it into an Irish whip of his own as he sends Dan into the ropes. He doesn’t get a chance to turn around as Jearus gives him a dropkick to the back of the head. White flips over the top rope and falls to the outside mats. Jearus looks side to side and then runs at the ropes. He jumps on the top rope and springboards off with a flying elbow drop.
The fans all get up onto their feet as they watch Jearus fall down onto White. A slow chant of “Holy Shit!” starts to form all around the arena as the fans continue to watch the devastation outside of the ring. Neither Jearus nor Dan White are moving and the Referee starts his count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jearus slowly starts to move as he rolls over and grabs on the apron. He looks down at Dan and shakes his head a little as he tries to gain some composure. He raises his arm to the fans as they chant out “JEARUS! JEARUS! JEARUS!” He stumbles around a bit as the Referee continues to count.
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Dan now is starting to get up but Jearus is ready for him. He attacks with a superkick but White ducks and slams Jearus into the side of the ring. He then elbow smashes him across the jaw and rolls Jearus back inside the ring. He follows him back in the ring and gets back to his feet with help from the ropes. He waits for Jearus to stand back on his own feet and just as Jearus turns around Dan kicks him in the stomach. He tries to go for a vertical suplex but Jearus blocks the maneuver and then lifts up Dan for a suplex of his own. He holds him up for a brief few seconds but then lets him fall forward straight onto the ropes. White bounces on top of it and stays there as Jearus starts to climb the ropes. He looks to the fans as they pop big and then jumps off with another flying elbow drop. White pushes off at the last second just missing Jearus’ attack. Jearus slams into the mat and holds his elbow in pain, allowing White the chance to get back in the ring. He stands up Jearus and starts punching him repeatedly over the face until the Referee forces him to stop.
White then whips him again across the ring. Jearus bounces again and Dan goes for a springing lariat. Jearus ducks the advance and as Dan turns around he dropkicks him in the face. White stumbles back but isn’t out of the game yet. Jearus is back on his feet in a flash and effortlessly gives White another dropkick to the face. This time Dan falls back onto the ring mat and Jearus takes this as his opportunity to gain the upperhand. He runs towards Dan but jumps over him, landing in the turnbuckle corner. Jearus then bounces up a couple inches and flips off the turnbuckle with a split legged moonsault. He nails it perfectly and the fans give out a pop from change in the momentum.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:52:05 GMT -5
He then grabs Dan by the hair and pulls him up on his feet. Jearus keeps a firm hold on his opponent and then runs up the same turnbuckle. He jumps off and goes for a top rope DDT. Dan counters the move with a modified faceplant followed by a bent knee. Jearus’ face slams into White’s knee and he flips over on his back. Jearus rolls around holding his face in pain while Dan falls back against the ropes. The fans are now chanting louder and louder for Jearus. He slowly gets up as the seconds pass and Dan times his next attack. Jearus turns around and Dan leaps at his opponent – and at PRECISELY that second, Kudo shouts to Jearus loudly, urging him to look out. In fact the result is precisely the opposite – Jearus is distracted, and Dan grabs Jearus’ head and drives him into the mat with the Phoenix DDT. Jearus bounces up an inch or two and rolls onto his back. Dan takes a few seconds to get back to his feet and then starts to climb the nearest turnbuckle. He looks around the arena and then dives off with the Timing is Everything. He lands it perfectly and at first goes for a cover. The Referee starts to count but Dan breaks the count himself. He gets Jearus back to his feet and whips him forward. He keeps a firm grasp onto his arm and pulls him back. White grabs Jearus and within a blink of an eye pulls off the Stunt Bomb. Both men slam into the mat and Dan hooks the leg for a cover. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner….Dan “The Welsh Dragon” White!
Kudo and Dan White face each other head on, locking eyes and leaving the crowd in a grip of tension that could only come from premonitions of ACW PPV’s. DW and Kudo exchange inaudible words with each other before DW heads out of the ring and back up the ramp. Jearus is struggling to make his way back to his feet after the tough fought match, as Kudo begins to turn around to his stable mate. Just then, out from the crowd jumps in Bre! Bre nails Kudo with a forearm, taking him by surprise and knocking him down. Jearus is barely on his feet as Bre shifts direction to him and begins stomping away on his midsection relentlessly, causing a rising increase in cheers from the violence appreciating fans in the audience. Kudo eventually gains back composure and attacks Bre from behind. Bre and Kudo start exchanging blows, both of whom seem to be unfazed to the damage behind each strike. It all ends once Jearus comes back up from behind and overwhelms Bre with a duo attack with Kudo. The two begin stomping the former Light Heavyweight Champion down onto the ground until he is helpless to fight back. Jearus pulls Bre back up and whips him onto Kudo’s arms as the Armada leader nails a vicious Yin-Yang Suplex. The crowd lets out a big “oooooh” at the sound of impact and Kudo and Jearus now stand by, staring at their handiwork. Jearus steps over Bre’s body and begins mockingly slapping the back of his head in a sign of dominance. Suddenly, the crowd is heard as they all begin to chatter at once, shouting things and cheering. Jearus turns around and Kudo is there waiting for him with a stiff forearm strike to the face, knocking the already worn Jearus down.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What the hell?!!!! HWAT IS GOING AWWWWWN?!!!
The moment is one of major confusion and surprise as Kudo for the moment stands tall amongst the bodies of his former friends. Kudo grabs the Armada flag and drapes it over his shoulders, unknowingly posing for the perfect picture as fans eat it up. Just as Kudo is about to leave, the crowd begins to cheer wildly, a pop that is almost deafening, one that usually is reserved for major returning wrestlers. And this situation is just that.
FSX runs down the ramp and into the ring in street clothes, sending an uproar among the fans who have not seen the man in a long time.
Maxwell McNally: Do my eyes deceive me?! “Fast” Eddie Edison: WOW! I don’t believe it!!! That’s FSX!!! FSX!!!
FSX and Kudo are facing each other now. The crowd has broken out into definitive chants of “F-S-X,” growing increasingly in unison with each breath. FSX stares at Kudo with an annoyed face, shouting words at the Entertainment Champion. Kudo does not open his mouth at all. He merely lets out a sly grin at one of his better friends in the business.
Maxwell McNally: It looks like FSX is the only one with some sense here…
Before the two can do much else, Kudo is knocked over from behind by Jearus, who by now has regained some stamina. The boost of adrenaline gained from anger also helps as he begins to overpower Kudo and mount on top of him, unleashing punch after punch, closed fist upon closed fist. The fans cheer at Kudo being taken down. FSX is taken aback by the sudden backlash and before he even has the chance to do anything, Bre is already up and joins in on the beatdown. Bre knocks Jearus off of Kudo and begins taking turns brawling the two. The three are unyielding as they appear to be fighting on the streets with the wild punches and kicks being thrown. FSX finally gets in the middle of them all and uses his strength and ability to separate the three men, pushing each aside to a corner of the ring. FSX stands in the middle and the fans with cameras are shooting away at the scene of anarchy, one most definitely set to be a memorable one. All four men are breathing heavily at the rush of adrenaline pumping, and the tension only falls when Kudo, the man with a lot of explaining to do, rolls out of the ring and drags the Armada flag along with him over one shoulder, looking back at the utter chaos he started and left in the ring. The fans are mixed in who they’re cheering and booing, creating a mass of confusion.
Maxwell McNally: What is going through this man’s mind Eddie? “Fast” Eddie Edison: Kudo is usually on top of things, he normally doesn’t go instigate messes like this one. We’ve heard the rumors backstage and all over the net about Armada turmoil in the back, but who would have ever thought it would have resulted to this? Maxwell McNally: Someone is going to have to supply some answers next week. That’s all I’ve got to say…
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:54:13 GMT -5
Soccer Snub Domino Effect V
The scene opens up in the locker room area, where Dan is busy taking down all the England flags that Rena stuck up in his wall.
Dan: Stupid fucking bitch. If she had half a brain cell she should have expected what was to come...
He takes all the flags down, and dumps them in the bin next to him. He looks back, noting that there's still a few flags painted on. Dan sighs as he opens up a cupboard, revealing red, green and white paint. Dan picks up a paint brush, and reluctantly gets to work on painting over Rena's doings. He starts with the white paint, painting over every single flag, but then notices the main locker door opening up, and hearing Tornado enter the room. Dan smiles as he quickly drops the paintbrush, hiding the paint. He walks into the main locker room area, greeting Tornado.
Dan: Hey man.
Tornado: Hey...
Dan: Look, I'm really sorry about how our relationship got sour, so I'm here to make it up to you. I got a collection of the greatest Man City goals. It took me all last night to make, but I've finally been able to complete it, and I have the video here. Now I have to get going, but watch this, it might motivate you for your next match.
Tornado looks like he's to doubt Dan, but just takes the video tape off him, and places it in the VCR.
Tornado: Oh well. I guess a few goals will help me get into the right mentali-WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
The video is playing, and shows many famous goals - only against Man City. The first shown is Shearer's 10-second goal, and followed up are several other goals scored by Newcastle, Liverpool and Man Utd players. Tornado is just sat there, steam flowing out of his ears as the video continues, but doesn't get to live until the end as Tornado lifts up a weight and hurls it at the TV, smashing it into pieces.
Tornado: I'LL GET YOU DAN!
The scene ends with Tornado jumping to his feet and storming out. Dan meanwhile is seen around the corner, grinning as he tiptoes back to his locker room.
Dan: Oops, guess I gave the wrong video, heheheh...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:55:05 GMT -5
Segment: The “end” is nigh (Credit: ??)
Back in the arena, things were not going exactly to plan; the screen flickered to black, the crowd hushing at the second interference in their scheduled programming.
A short pause, and then a machine gun in the distance followed helicopters flying over the brownish-white screen in some tropical wasteland. The same voice as before, low but excited, muted against the stark white landscape of a desert with a ruined town set into the background.
“I have seen the end of the world.”
Some raging creature threw a grown man twelve feet in the air only to land on his face mid-ring.
“It is a man…”
A single figure stood on a stage, his muscled back and shaved head seemingly sculpted from marble and granite as the crowd held their signs and raised their little hands.
“A man without fear…”
The same raging creature picking up an opponent and throwing him clear over the top rope to come crashing down to the thinly padded concrete on the outside of the ring.
“A man without pity…”
A shot of the aftermath of the D-Day invasion shown in stark contrast to the half-dozen opponents writhing on the ground before the heavy boots of a tireless killing machine.
“Not a man…”
A child in a third-world country screaming for her mother and South American guerillas raiding a house followed by a vicious Powerbomb. Then, the screen faded once again to black.
The same mushroom cloud, but this time the faint and fuzzy voice was set against it. It grew quiet, reverent...
“…A monster…”
The lettering was the same as before, the same size, against the devastating backdrop of a nuclear explosion.
HE’S COMING.
The crowd watches with quiet awe; whoever is responsible for these messages means business. And then it’s over, and backstage people breathe a sigh of relief as the show is at last able to get back on track…
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