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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:52:26 GMT -5
Segment: ‘Temper, temper…’ (Credit: KUDA)
Tornado is shown walking around his temporary Dominican Republic locker room, pacing back and forth.
Tornado: This KUDA thinks he’s so damn smart and scary but all he’s managing to do is piss me off and annoy me to the extent where I may just rip that mask right off his face and deliver a couple of my own knees to his jaw. Or maybe I’d just choke him till his face turned as red as his ridiculous attire, or as blue as the bruises I’d leave him with if we had a match. Oh wait, we have, and I ended his unendable streak with the Entertainment title.
Tornado stops and looks around.
Tornado: Dammit, where’s an interviewer when you need one? This is good stuff.
Just then, Tornado smells something coming from the ventilation shafts. As he is about to go and check it out, smoke suddenly begins to billow out and takes Tornado by surprise. He falls back slightly and watches as the smoke takes over the room quickly, inducing coughs from Tornado. Outside, muffled yells of “Fire!” take place. Tornado gets back up to his feet and is about to open the door to leave, but somehow it is held shut from the outside. Tornado is coughing and yelling at the same time when the smoke in the room instigates the sprinkler system above. It begins to rain liquid, but it is thick and red, similar to the poison mist of KUDA. The room is suddenly filled with this and begins to look like a bloodbath with Tornado down again. After a few seconds though, the smoke is stopped and the sprinklers are shut off. As Tornado is struggling to get a grip on the door handle, it swings open and knocks him back to the ground. Tornado, covered in red, crawls backwards as KUDA, the man behind the door begins to step towards him. Tornado gets up, determined to show that he isn’t phased by the events, and converting any kind of fear to anger now, lunges at KUDA. KUDA manages to easily dodge the attack, as Tornado is still in a state of coughing and temporary misbalance. KUDA pulls out from behind him a lining of barbed wire and he begins to wrap it around Tornado’s face/neck area, inducing more coughing and pain. KUDA launches some stiff kicks to Tornado’s chest once the barbed wire has gotten completely hooked around his neck which sends Tornado into a state of unconsciousness. KUDA lifts up Tornado’s lifeless head and holds it facing towards him.
KUDA: We will meet in the ring again. And I’ll be praying for you when we do…
KUDA throws Tornado’s face forcefully into the ground as he walks off nonchalantly into the distance.
-Fade Out-
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:53:17 GMT -5
Segment: Hometown Heroes (Credit: WeDrag)
++2 days ago++
Alpha Championship Wrestling Inc. is on cruise, as we all know. However, what we also knew was that the Fallout Development Roster was still stopped off at home, as they continue to wrestle in their new arena. The segment opens up in the front of a private airplane. The three faces are very familiar, as they are ‘Cool Flame’ Santana, and Felix Santana Junior and Senior. The three are talking amongst themselves in Spanish, but I’ll type in English for the sake of those of you who cannot speak Spanish, and also that I cannot type Spanish. Cool Flame is sat down, seatbelt on, which suggests that they are either setting off or they’ve just touched down. Santana Junior is drinking a small glass of lemonade or something to that substance, and Santana Senior is reading a Dominican Republican baseball magazine, of which he is the front cover.
Senior: Well sons, we’re finally here. We’re finally home.
The seatbelt sign goes off and the doors open. Senior is the first to make his way out, where he notices the screaming crowds, so much so that the runway cannot be seen. The three Santanas are pretty shocked at this scene, as they walk down the steps, half grudgingly waving to their fans. They don’t really know what to expect from it all, with the two younger Santanas standing close to each other, talking out the corners of their mouths.
Junior: I don’t see how dad can just do all this like it’s rocket science.
Cool Flame: I don’t know either. But just smile and wave, smile and wave.
The three get to the bottom of the steps, where several security guards guide them safely past the fans. But suddenly one fan breaks free and the security guards all pile on top of him. With no guards surrounding the family, the fans surge forward and mob the Santanas.
Cool Flame: Ahh….geez….let me go!
Senior: Ah, just like the good old days eh?
A huge ‘Santanas!’ chant echoes across the airport as the three are carried rather safely through the crowd of people, who all follow their path as they manage to make it to the entrance into the building. They dust themselves off, and Senior bows in front of the fans, with his sons following, as they enter the building, away from the fans.
Senior: Well…that was pretty exhausting.
Junior: Fun though.
Cool Flame: Yeah, I agree. But dad, was it always like this?
Senior: Yes, yes it was. Every time I come here I cannot avoid the fans. But I don’t like avoiding. I did a good job and they respect me for it. What next though? I might run for President…
The three laugh, as they walk along the hallway, where they’re met by Dominican Republic government officials. They exchange handshake, before going out into the far distance.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:56:41 GMT -5
Segment: A Day in the Life of Senator Phillips or, Now for Something Completely Different (Credit: Senator)
“Oh, stinker,” I remarked upon waking up and disembarking from my jet onto the Dominican soil, at approximately five in the morning. As usual, my joints felt about as stiff as dead tree limbs. I stretched out my limbs, and finally decided to read the headlines that my staff had prepared for me into a nice little document. “And as usual, the New York Times editorial staff condemns President Bush…well that sure is interesting…good to hear the Bulls won…Bill Frist said what?” Of course, the news was about as bland as it usually was, but then again, no news is usually good news, since the media never likes to report when something positive occurs, heaven forbids.
“Senator Phillips, you have a call from Dr. Paul Malthus, on the video feed,” said one of my staffers, right as he handed that dreaded contraption of modern day communications technology to me. My staff said a quick goodbye, as they headed back to Washington on the jet. I entered my taxi taking me to the arena, picked up the line, and answered the good doctor.
“Ah, good to hear you, Senator. I heard that your back and your knee are bothering you.” Blast it, Dwight just had to call the doctor…
“Well, I can not say truthfully that I have not been feeling some aches here and some pain there, but it comes with the territory. There is not a single person in the industry who does not wake up sore.” I did not want to be overly harsh, appreciating Malthus’s concern, but I also wanted to go train.
“Yes, but usually, you don’t complain, or even admit it. Face it, Senator Phillips, you are approaching forty years of age, and are engaged in a schedule so rigorous that men half your age could barely even attempt to keep up with even one aspect of it, let alone both. I think it‘s time for you to quit one thing or the other, before you suffer the consequences.” Malthus was a good doctor, and I probably owed him a year or so on my career, but much like everyone else, he underestimated my limits, and my resolve.
“You know, sir, while I appreciate your professional opinion on medical matters, I do think that you got this one wrong. And even if you did not, I want to stay on. Theodore Roosevelt said, and I’m quoting quite loosely, that it was “better to try to accomplish spectacular things, and fail spectacularly, rather than to have tried nothing special, and to have never experienced the feeling of exertion,” in other words, I prefer to use every last bit of energy that I have now, and use it, rather than to save myself for later years.” I spoke calmly, but my temper was starting to flare, as I absolutely hate defending my decisions this early in the morning.
“It’s your decision, but don’t let anyone say that I didn’t give you my opinion on the matter. I can respect your decision, but if it was my choice, I would have chosen differently.” Malthus said, with a sense of disappointment.
“Really, I wish that the people I deal with on the floor of the Senate chambers would take that attitude…once again, thank you for your concern. I really must leave here, as I have to get my early morning exercise in, and try to get some of my work done on preparing for my re-election efforts in the general election.” And with a few perfunctory goodbyes issued, and my fare paid, I went to Dwight’s makeshift gym at the Domincan arena, and gave him a hard time on having called Dr. Malthus, while in turn, he gave me quite the hard time in my workout. After the welcome strain of the workout, I then headed back to my makeshift office that ACW had setup for me, and for several tedious hours, labored away on various Senatorial stuff, looking at bills, working on a bi-partisan piece of legislation that I was authoring, called a number of people on election matters. Finally, after making some headway, I left the office, and headed into the main ACW one. I could have just called them, but I needed the exercise.
“Hello, Ma’am, just wondering if I had a match for the show later on tonight.” Gingerdude’s head secretary, Miss Abrams was one of the few people in ACW who had a modicum of class in the organization. She was around thirty-ish or so, with her long brown hair tied up in a ponytail, and wearing nice thin black rimmed glasses, and a business like blouse.
“Let me see here…oh no…you sure that you didn’t just forget who it is? She looked concerned, and in turn, I had a bad feeling about this…
“No, I may be absent minded at times, juggling my jobs, but I am quite sure that I was never told about my opponent,” I replied, masking my concern.
“Ok, then, you actually got a main event slot…”
“Not good.”
“And It’s against Randy Dallas Kan…”
“Oh, wonderful,” I said. “A match with RDK, and nobody had the common courtesy to let me know…”
“Just between the two of us, I would not be surprised if Ginger did this on purpose, he’s not been happy with you since you brought up that contract stuff a month back or so.” Miss Abrams near-whispered the last sentence. Ginger, from all accounts and appearances was not in his office, but nobody wants to take any chances, especially the staff. From there, I left the office, stretched, went on a little jog, and once again checked the news. My staff called me, with a few complaints from a number of constituents.(not my ACW fan base, who I also refer to by the same term) I fielded a few calls, and went back to Dwight’s gym.
“Hey there, you back here again, Senator, didn’t I punish you enough the last time?” Tim Dwight and I got along quite well, and it was not the rare occasion for me to mull through his clip collection, or to attempt to utilize a new move on one of his students, preferably, X-Treme Kid, or that Franchi$e dope. It was about two o’ clock at this time, and I knew that I would have to get some last minute training in if I were able to even attempt to defeat RDK.
“Oh yes, I just found out earlier today that I am going to have to face none other than RDK in the main event tonight,” I said, with a smirk on my face.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking, I bet I found out before he did about this match, Ginger just loves to jerk people around like puppets on his little strings…but I sure would take him any day over Vince…or, brace yourself…Gamer.”
Dwight jumped back in mock terror at the mere mention of the dreaded chairman of the defunct GFWWE. “Ok, then, let’s go peruse the library…I think that we can find a few weak points to attack, and a few problems to correct here.”
After a decent session lasting around forty-five minutes or so, I thanked “Textbook” for his help, and headed back to my office, getting ready for the start of the show…
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:58:36 GMT -5
Family Reunion?(Credit: Latino)
* Days Earlier *
The scene opens up to the outside area of a very cloudy day. In the background, men in blue uniform are noticeable standing and patrolling a fenced in building, more specifically a correctional facility. A familiar Hispanic accent is clearly heard amongst the cars passing by and a few guards yelling out loud. Latino walks into view with one of ACW’s Staff members, Jim, just behind. Jim sticks out like a sore thumb wearing his ACW jacket and dressed pants. Meanwhile Latino seems to be exact opposite as he is not cleanly shaven and is wearing faded jeans with a regular t-shirt. His hair is barely kempt and his eyes seem to have countless bags due to his lack of sleep. Luckily, his trademark sunglasses hide his eyes as he wipes his forehead and turns back to Jim.
Latino: Mira….you can stay out here or in the car…or where ever just don’t follow me inside. I want to handle this alone.
Jim: I was under strict orders from the Chairman to follow you in Mr. Laureano.
Latino: I don’t care and if you do follow me I won’t think twice about forcing you back. Comprende?
Jim: uhhh-
Latino: Do you understand?
Jim: Yes, Mr. Laureano. We won’t disturb you.
Latino gives a similar look to the cameraman and then turns around as he walks down the driveway. It’s crystal clear that his intentions inside this correctional facility are extremely personal. He stops at the doorway as the two guards check him over for any concealed weapons.
Guard 1: Spread your legs “chico.”
Guard 2: Yea we have to check you over for any dangerous materials.
Latino: Whatever happened to dinner and movie first? Pendejo.
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Can I go now? I got important things to attend to inside.
Guard 2: Yea he’s clear. Open the doors!
The gates now open slowly as Latino takes a step back out of initial caution. He looks up and down as it continues to slowly swing open. Once he measures enough room for himself Latino walks through and sees himself already in a dimly lit hallway. He walks down towards a desk and of course a bright light. The footsteps echo as he walks down the narrow passage until Latino finally stops in front of a short haired woman with black glasses.
Receptionist (With a little of an attitude): Can I help you?
Latino: Uhhh yea. I’m here to see Rafael Laureano.
Receptionist: Sign here and then go through those doors on the left.
Latino gives her a slight look at the sense of her attitude but decides not to pressure it as he grabs the offered pen. He quickly writes down his name and then hands it back as he walks to the left. His step echo once more until he stops to open the door and once again he is welcomed by two other guards. They give him a look over and then motion him towards a table. Latino looks around and notices a lot of empty tables as the guards leave the room. Silence now enters the room as Latino starts to feel a bit uncomfortable. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the same photo that has been show over and over again. He stops to admire it until a voice breaks the silence.
??: What the hell are you doing here?
Latino (turning his head): I came to see you, Rafael.
Rafael: Oh now you did? It took you three years to come for one visit huh?
Latino: Come on you know I have been busy.
Rafael: Abuela comes. My mom. My sister. My deadbeat father. YOUR parents. But my own cousin…the one I treated like my own brother can’t even stop on by?
Latino: Look I didn’t come here to hear complaints.
Rafael: Oh I’m sorry. Was I suppose to jump up and down happy that my “great” cousin is finally here to visit me?
Latino: Por favor-
Rafael: Hey guards look at this! Victor, my cousin, finally stopped by to see me!
Latino: Maricon, are you done yet? You happy you got me all guilty now.
Rafael starts laughing as he can’t hold back the façade anymore. Latino breaks out in a smile that hasn’t been seen in ages. Both cousins embrace in a emotional hug while the guards watch on like hawks. They pull back after a few seconds as they can sense the guards ready to pull them apart. Each Laureano takes a seat on opposite ends of the table and Rafael is still chuckling to himself.
Rafael: I had you going, didn’t I?
Latino: Yea you did. What was that for? You know how busy I’ve been the past few years.
Rafael: Yea, yea I know. Just can’t help but playing a trick on ‘ya. Not everyday I get to do it you know?
Latino: Yea, whatever.
Rafael: Seriously, what you doing here?
Latino: I came to see you. What other reason would I have?
Rafael: Oh yea sure. I know you there some other reason why you’re here and it’s not ‘cuz you suddenly have some free time. I heard you got some big show comin’ up.
Latino: Yea, I do it’s in over a week.
Rafael: So you ready for it? You gonna make the Laureano name proud?
Latino: ….I doubt it.
Rafael: What the fuck? Why not? You’re a Laureano. You got no reason to fail.
Latino: Yea not if you’re damn father got anything to do about it. He’s on my back since day one about failing.
Rafael: Fuck him. He was barely there enough for me and I know he wasn’t there for you so why the hell should be talking shit now. He was never a dad for me or my sisters much less an uncle to you.
Latino: Yea, yea that’s true but still not good when you got these damn negative thoughts going though you’re head…you know?
Rafael: Hello? Did you forget where I am? I’m in the castle of negative thoughts. Mira chiquito, don’t listen to him alright? You got the skill and you damn well got the looks to take out anyone alright. Wait…what show is it?
Latino: It’s called Fallen Heroes, it’s like those old Royal Rumbles we used to watch when we were kids.
Rafael: Sí? Damn you got it tough chico. Heh remember that time when Jake “The Snake” ran in the ring and through his snake. Then Andre the Giant eliminated himself?
Latino (laughing); Yea, I do. We stayed up late to watch it on tape and got our asses beat by Abuela.
Rafael: Those were good times. Listen you go to that show and you win it ok? You don’t do it for your wife or my uncle or me. You do it for yourself because in the end that’s all that matters….especially in my position. Tambien?
Latino: Sí, sí. Es verdad. You’re always right anyways. That’s why you’re my older cousin.
Latino and his cousin both get up and exchange a strong handshake. Latino attempts to let go but Rafael pulls him forward and the two embrace in another hug. They know that this could be the last time they see one another for a long time and definitely want to make this visit last. A tear falls down both of their faces as they say a few words in Spanish that is barely heard. Latino lets out a laugh again and the two break the hug.
Rafael: You take care of yourself alright?
Latino: As long as you promise me the samething.
Rafael: Ah don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. After three years in here the other twenty-two are nothing.
Latino turns to leave but Rafael’s voice stops him dead in his tracks.
Rafael: ….You know I don’t blame you.
Latino: For what?
Rafael: You know for what.
Raising his arms.
….For this.
Latino: Oh…well at least that makes one of us.
Rafael: Hey! You did what you had to do. I was a stupid kid then and wasn’t thinking clear.
Latino: Yea well you are my family and I…..I mean look at where you are because of me!
Rafael: It wasn’t because of you Victor. It was me. I made the wrong choices and that’s why I’m here. We all have our own choices to make and this is where mine lead me. So stop holding something that doesn’t belong inside you.
Latino: ….You’re alright….you’re always right. Gracias para todo.
Latino walks away towards the door. He gives his cousin one final look back and then opens the door. As he closes the door shut he hears two last words.
Rafael: ….De nada.
Fade to black
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:59:01 GMT -5
Segment: All Systems Go (Credit: AK)
The scene opens up backstage in the area set aside for interviews. Charlotte is there with a mic in hand, and she taps her foot, slightly annoyed that her interviewee hasn’t shown up yet.
Charlotte: Where is she? We agreed this days ago-
Even as she speaks, Alicia hurries into the shot, flushed from running to keep her appointment.
AK: Sorry, sorry, I totally forgot the time. Are we ok?
The cameraman gives a thumbs up.
Charlotte: Yes, we’re good… OK, here we go. I’m standing here with the current ACW World Champion, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune… Alicia, it’s been a while since you talked to the fans, so could you tell us how your preparation for Fallen Heroes is going?
AK: Certainly, Charlotte. As you may be able to tell, I’ve been working hard to ensure that I’m in the best possible condition for this match. I don’t yet know what sort of match it will be, but I’m expecting a last-minute stipulation announcement of some sort intended to put me off my best game… and let me tell you, I intend to be ready for anything that BK or the rest of the Corporate Alliance can throw at me.
Charlotte: So you’re expecting a tough match?
AK: Truthfully, Charlotte, I’d say I’m expecting to have the scales tipped as far as possible against me, which is completely different to having a tough fair match. I continue to stand by my earlier statement; in a straightforward wrestling contest, I’m more than capable of beating BK London. What I’m working toward now is ensuring that even with all the advantage in the world, he still won’t be able to take this title from my grasp.
Charlotte: I see. One more question… in the event that you do walk out of Fallen Heroes still as Champion, who would you ideally like to face at Omega Effect if you’re still in possession of the belt?
AK: Heh… well obviously my dear husband Victor has to come at the top of that list, and I have every confidence that he’ll overcome everything in his way to win the rumble. Trust me, no one is rooting for him more than I am.
Charlotte: Can’t argue with that logic. Thank you Alicia, we now return to our team at ringside.
The light on top of the camera goes off, and both women relax a little. The cameraman puts his equipment down and goes to find a coffee.
Charlotte: Thanks for that… I was wondering if you’d show up, I’ve barely seen you all week. You look a little pale-
AK: Thanks, but I’m fine, really. Just working hard, that’s the breaks when you’re champ.
Charlotte doesn’t look convinced, but AK’s body language shouts that she doesn’t want to talk about it. She’s about to leave the area when her cellphone rings.
AK: Hello….?
Charlotte is checking her nails for chips when from the corner of her eye she sees Alicia flailing her free arm about wildly to get her attention, and looks up.
AK: No, honestly, it’s incredible to talk to you, Mr. Michaels… yeah, I had no idea those jokes had got that far outside of ACW. Freelance crewmembers, eh?
Charlotte (Whispering) That’s not who I think it is… is it?
AK waves her arm again to shush her; a smile is spreading across her face, and then she laughs heartily.
AK: I’d love to take you up on that, but I’m afraid I’m already engaged elsewhere… no, I don’t think you need any help with the McMahons either. You’ll kick their arses, no problem.
Another pause, and AK laughs again.
AK: Yeah, I know… your Sweet Chin Music is 1000 times better than London’s version, he always did have one heck of a nerve… anyway, I have to go. Wonderful talking to you… bye.
She flips her phone shut, and then looks at Charlotte.
AK:…………..is it wrong that I still find Shawn Michaels incredibly hot?
Charlotte: If it is, charge me as guilty too…
They both allow themselves a moment of schoolgirl giggling, and then they part ways as AK goes back to her training, and Charlotte to her next assignment.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:59:20 GMT -5
Match 3: Santiago Rivera vs Rattlesnake (Credit: AK)
Enough chat; the fans demand more action, and the next match is guaranteed to give them that. Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This is a non title singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, “the Vision of Greatness”, Rattlesnake!
”Blind” by Silverchair has by now become an automatic signal for the fans to boo, and they proceed true to form as Snake emerges into the evening air and spotlights. He’s totally unfazed by the size of the crowd, and walks with a swagger to the ring, where he enters and leans up against the ropes, with a look of total confidence about him.
Philip: And his opponent, from Syracuse New York… he is a member of the Corporate Alliance and ACW International Champion, Santiago Rivera!
”Click Click Boom” hits, and the booing is unabated as Santiago shows his face on the makeshift stage. He strides to the ring with the air of a man coming to deal with some unfinished business; the referee spots this, and as soon as Santiago is in the ring he takes the International title, passes it to the outside, and signals the timekeeper for the match to begin.
Bell Rings.
This is a clash of powerful men, and of powerful egos; Rattlesnake has been in excellent form as of late, and his confidence floods the ring as he launches into a concerted attack right from the bell, getting in close and delivering a few sharp jabs in his inimitable style. Santiago wavers, but then sets his jaw and comes straight back with a flurry of chops. Both competitors have dished out and taken a fair number of strikes before they back off for a moment’s reflection; they’re both smart enough to know that pure strength isn’t going to take their foe down. If Snake has a slight psychological advantage after the triple threat elimination match a couple of shows back, it’s not enough to dissuade Santiago from taking the fight back to the ropes, and this time he feigns a missed chop so that Snake moves close and swings around for a lariat that is promptly ducked, and Santiago uses Snake’s own momentum to assist in dropkicking him over the top and out. The crowd isn’t particularly enamored of either man, but Santiago attracts a sizable portion of the crowd’s support by the fact he’s an ACW “long timer”, and Snake scowls and flips off the fans that are taunting him before rolling himself back into the ring. Santiago comes forward and once and tries to get in some stomps while Snake is at foot level, but the Rattler is too quick for this and he kips up to execute a technically spot-on Single Arm DDT. This takes the pair of them directly into the first pin of the match, with Santiago kicking free just before the 2 count.
Snake wants to retain control of the match, and makes sure he’s the first one back on his feet after the cover. He lands some more jabs to Santiago and attempts to maneuver him back toward the corner, but Santiago refuses to be manipulated in such a fashion and makes a sudden dash forward, using a shoulder tackle to send Snake to the mat. He’s down for no more than a second or two, but that’s sufficient for Santiago to prepare himself, and he thunders forward to deliver the 10 gallon boot. Snake’s senses of direction and balance are heavily disrupted, and while he’s trying to get rid of the metaphorical “blue screen” in his head, Santiago gets in close and places Snake’s leg over his neck to apply his Rivera Special (Stretch Muffler/Brock Lock). The fans pop, pleased to see one of Santiago’s renowned submission moves at close quarters; Rattlesnake is understandably slightly less appreciative, and when the referee asks him if he wants to give in, Snake gives him a mouth full of curses in response. Some of the fans side with Santiago and yell at Snake to tap, but others urge him to resist so that the atmosphere inside the arena becomes electric. Charged up by this, Snake starts to struggle, and finally manages to loosen Santiago’s grip enough to slither free. Though his limb aches considerably, Snake forces those thoughts out of his head and jumps back up on his feet; Santiago is going for an Iron Arm clothesline, but Snake ducks it and as Santiago rebounds off the ropes Snake takes a step or two forward and catches him to execute a powerslam with extra force. As Santiago reels from that, Snake pulls him up and drags him to the turnbuckle, performing a string of three snake eye drops and concluding with the Poisonous Venom (Chaos Theory). By the point he rolls this into a pin, Santiago is desperately dizzy and just about catches the word “two” from the referee. He thrashes wildly to just deny Snake the victory by milliseconds, and for a split second Rattlesnake looks stunned. That quickly gives way to a much more familiar emotion…
Seriously pissed off, Snake is now looking to wrap the match without any further hitches; Santiago is still in a compromised state, and Snake closes in on him looking to nail his Snakebite. Santiago though senses this and backs off to the ropes; he holds on to them so that Snake can’t lift and twist him for the F5 part of the move, and Snake is forced to release Santiago and go back to a direct attack. This is just the sort of situation that Santiago loves; fired up, he parries Snake’s blows and delivers one, two, three punches that get him a warning from the ref but also put Rattlesnake on the back foot. Acting quickly, Santiago throws Snake up on his shoulders and generates a huge roar from the fans as he pulls off the Texas Tea (California Roll). The impact is shuddering, and Santiago pins confidently, 1…2…th- but the referee stops, and points to where Snake has somehow managed to get hold of the ring ropes. Some of the fans boo, feeling that Snake’s rope grab was late, but this is a moot point to the two men in the ring; they pulls themselves back up on to their feet, and exchange yet more mighty blows, each searching for some weakness in the other but finding little to work with, such is their skill. Finally, Santiago breaks the deadlock; he suplexes Snake, and then grabs him again, going for the ICU. Snake knows the power of that move, and struggles for all he’s worth; Santiago comes oh-so-close, but in the end can’t stabilize for the neck slam and ends up hitting a powerbomb variant, landing Snake on his back. Santiago tries to hold for the pin, 1…2….- Snake kicks out, and running on pure adrenaline nips up, lifts Santiago and hits the Snakebite on autopilot. He drops into the cover and hooks the leg, 1….2…3.
Santiago kicks out, but too late; the bell rings, and the match is over.
Philip: Here is your winner… Rattlesnake!
The fans are almost caught out by the sudden nature of the pinfall; Snake, of course, acts as if this is the way he planned things all along. He slides out of the ring and circles it, holding up his arms in celebration; in the ring itself Santiago rolls up to his feet looking furious at the loss. He shouts at Rattlesnake, who just smirks even more; the two men clearly aren’t going to be best of buddies for quite a while yet, and the crowd hopes there will be many more encounters like this as the show heads to a break.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:00:12 GMT -5
Segment: His Dying Soul (Credit: Hunter)
Hunter keeps his hand in his pocket the entire time, his index finger gently caressing the trigger of his gun. He never thought he would treat it as his own, but by now death is no longer an obstacle. He has harnessed it, and he has death on his side throughout this entire journey. Hunter’s feet are much louder than the detectives’, he notices this quickly. Whereas they walk silently and swiftly, he treads loudly and slowly, gaining more attention to himself than any other. He attempts to avoid the gaze of the hookers and pimps inside the crimson colored entry hall, but it proves difficult as they stare holes into his head. If only he could do the same…
Vermilion: Name’s Vermilion, how can I help ya’ll today?
Hunter looks forward as the four men before him stand solemnly around the hall. Cross approaches the desk behind which stands a girl of no more than nineteen, her braces glistening from the light and her shirt made slightly see-through via the same light. When she speaks, she speaks with a distant Southern accent.
Cross: We want some action.
Vermilion: Heh, sugar, everyone always does. Are you lookin’ for a group job, cause me and some of my friends like that.
Cross: No, we are looking for a specific girl.
Vermilion: Ooooh, really? Now who might that be? Is it lil’ ol’ me, cause I sure am getting’ tired of bein’ behind this here desk.
Cross: No…her name is Sarah.
Vermilion laughs, and the pimps and hookers turn to her quickly to see if she is in danger. They always protect their own.
Vermilion: Please, honey! All of our girls don’t have silly little Christian names! We gots ourselves some good ol’ fashioned elaborate names. And you can ask every single girl here if her name is Sarah, I doubt she’d remember!
Cross: Well can we look around and find her?
Vermilion: I don’t know…it might cost you.
Cross: We have all the money in the world.
Vermilion: Hmm…that’s good. But you can put that money to good use once you find your girl. For now, I needs…hmm…I needs a man.
She bites her lower lip and looks over the five of them.
Vermilion: I’ll let you take a look if you gimme that one.
Hunter slowly closes his eyes, expecting that she pointed to him. He opens his eyes once more and is slightly startled to see that she was pointing to Waters.
Waters: …are you kidding?
Hunter: Yeah, I thought you’d want me!
Vermilion: No thanks, I don’t do guys with long hair.
Cross and the other pimps and hookers laugh as Hunter embarrassingly turns away.
Waters: Why do you want me?
Vermilion: What, you don’t want all of this…
She motions towards her own young body and continues biting her lip.
Vermilion: …for free?
Cross: Go on, take it Mr. Waters. We will call for you if you are needed.
Waters: All right.
Vermilion smiles and smacks her gum once, then spits it out on the floor. She approaches a tall black pimp with a large cane and starts talking to him. Moments later, he nods and she smiles and runs towards Waters. She grabs his hand and leads him over to the right side of the hall, and follows him inside a specifically chosen room.
Hunter: …this is pretty weird.
Grimm: Of course it is. But he deserves his break.
Hunter nods as the black pimp that Vermilion talked to approaches them. He takes off his large fur coat and leans on his large cane, looking over the four men. He takes off his sunglasses and reveals his menacing eyes, and then smirks once he sees Truman’s eyes.
The Giant: My name’s the Giant. Now I’d like to know why the hell you have red eyes.
Truman: Because I like them that way.
The Giant: I’m afraid that some of my girls won’t take a liking to you if they see those eyes.
Truman: Then they don’t deserve me. And I’d like to know why the hell they call you the Giant. You are not that big.
The Giant: Oh…you’d be surprised.
The Giant breathes in heavily and lets out a deep chuckle.
The Giant: I like you. Tell you what, you get first dibs.
Truman: Fine.
The Giant: Good. Now follow me.
He turns and hulks away to the left, while the four men look at each other and follow him closely behind. The Giant walks slowly and takes his time with everything he does, whether it be talking or smiling or anything else. Hunter looks through the doors of random rooms around him and sees a variety of nefarious sexual acts happening, but he never sees the one person he needs to find.
The Giant: So who’re you guys lookin’ for?
Hunter: Her name is Sarah.
The Giant: Like Vermilion told ya’ll, most of these girls don’t even remember their Christian names.
Hunter: Well do you?
The Giant: I don’t know…I’ve got a couple of girls who might fit that name, who might’ve been a Sarah before. Sapphire!
He stops walking and does not move as a girl a little older than Vermilion approaches him. She rubs her hands on his chest and slightly purrs as he smiles.
The Giant: Is this her?
Cross: It is not, I am afraid.
The Giant: Hmmm…listen, Sapphire, do you know any girl named Sarah?
Sapphire: Can’t say that I do.
The Giant nods and then shoos her away, though that does not stop her from shooting an erotic glance in Hunter’s general direction.
The Giant: Well, I don’t know if I can find her. And if I don’t…this would all be for nothing.
Cross: Do not worry, if we cannot find her, we will still pay you for these…women.
Truman: Indeed we will.
Grimm nods and when Hunter notices that he is the last one being looked at, he quickly nods his approval of whatever they were discussing. The Giant shrugs and continues walking, opening up the doors to a variety of rooms and allowing the men to look inside.
The Giant: Is it Jasmine?
Cross: …no.
The Giant: Well, listen, my friend---
Cross: Two things: one, I am not your friend. Two, you will continue guiding us through this building.
The Giant: And why would I---
Cross reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fifty dollar bill, folds it up, and slides it into the jacket pocket of the Giant.
The Giant: Heh…I see. Very well, though be warned that this is getting very tiresome for me.
Cross nods and they continue following him and looking through the rooms. He turns to the right and begins to traverse a staircase until he is one the second floor. The other four follow him and continue their search. Hunter stops for a moment in front of a door and looks inside to see two young girls who look very much alike, despite the fact that one is wearing all black and the other all white. He raises an eyebrow and wants to ask a question about this, but before he can do so he hears Cross call for him.
Cross: Mr. Hunter, come quick.
Hunter’s eyes widen in excitement and he quickly runs up to the door that Cross stands before. He looks inside, and just as he had hoped, there sits Sarah. Around her are four other women, and the four of them talk while Sarah remains quiet. Cross elbows the Giant and points forward.
Cross: That one.
The Giant: Lollipop, come here.
Sarah does not rise. Instead, a blonde woman sitting behind her rises and approaches the Giant.
Cross: No, not that one. The dark-haired one in the green skirt.
The Giant turns his head and sees who they are speaking of, and his complexion becomes much darker.
The Giant: …no.
Hunter: What do you mean?
The Giant: She is not for sale.
Cross: I am afraid that that is simply not an option.
The Giant: She’s a special one, and she is NOT for sale.
Truman and Grimm’s hands fly into their coat pockets as Cross stares deeply into the Giant’s eyes.
The Giant: Now get out. We do not want your filthy money.
Hunter’s anger can build up no more, and he explodes and charges at the Giant, pushing Cross out of the way.
Hunter: What the fuck are you talking about, man? YOU’RE the filthy one!
The Giant: You best be cool in this situation, or we’re gonna have to get physical.
Hunter: You fucking bastard! You call me filthy when you’re the one taking advantage of a confused girl! You found her on the streets and you fucking made her one of you! You motherfucker, I should fucking kill you right now!
The Giant becomes very confused at this statement, and then suddenly Lollipop’s eyes fall upon a silver object in Grimm’s hands.
The Giant: Look man, I don’t know what you’re---
But she’s too late. The Giant’s head explodes into tiny pieces, and pieces of his skull fly into Hunter’s face. Lollipop screams loudly and the other pimps and hookers come to attention.
Lollipop: They killed the Giant! They’re fucking cops!
Grimm turns his gun on Lollipop and pulls the trigger once more, a hint of a smile appearing on his face when her head explodes into smaller fragments when compared to the Giant. Her blood splatters on Hunter’s chest and his eyes widen. He slowly turns towards Grimm and Grimm masks his smile.
Grimm: It has all gone to hell.
Cross: He is right. There is now only one way out of here.
Truman: …we’ve got ourselves a fight.
Hunter’s innocent eyes tremble as Truman pulls out two handguns, one in each hand, and turns to face the hallway. Cross pulls out a gun of his own and stands beside Truman, while Grimm simply stands still and looks at Hunter coldly. Hunter reaches into his pocket and pulls out his own gun as Grimm smirks much more strongly than earlier. He then turns around and looks into the room that Sarah stands in with the other shocked women. Grimm’s smile is completely visible now, and he raises his pistol and kisses it, as if it were the last thing he loved. And for him, it truly is. Hunter looks at his own gun and he trembles once more.
Could it be the only thing that will heal his dying soul?
End
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:00:29 GMT -5
Segment: Fresh Off The Boat (Credit: Latino)
The cameraman follows Gary down the hallway as he keeps looking back at the camera and waving his arm. They move past the ACW Staff as they try to go on ahead and do their job. Gary then suddenly stops and starts jumping up and down. He looks back at the camera with a grin and just then Jim walks into view. He hands over a large case of equipment to a nearby staff member and then walks off as Latino now comes into view. His attire seems to be nearly identical to what he wore days ago and it seems like he hasn’t had much time to really prep himself for his match later on in the night. He looks around at the beautiful surroundings and then sees Gary standing in front of him.
Gary (jumping up and down): Latino! Latino!
Latino (taking off his glasses): Gary, what do you want.
Gary: I got something for you! Do you….Do you want to see!?
Latino: Fine Gary just hurry up.
Gary (Reaching into his pocket): I-I-I got……your money!
Latino: ….What? First off, thanks for the money. Now I can by Alicia something nice. Second, I have to go now I just spent the last few hours on a damn boat like I was some Cuban refugee because our great boss wouldn’t spring for the damn money!
Gary: Oh……..how was your boat trip?
Latino: Maricon! Mira I have to go, but thanks for the money again.
Latino grabs the money and puts on his sunglasses once again. He starts to walk away but Gary starts to follow Latino down the hallway.
Latino: Dios Mios, what Gary. I need to change for this match.
Gary: I wanted to ask you……who do you think will win the Fallen Heroes Rumble?
Latino (stopping in his tracks): Who do I think will win it? Hmmm let’s see who would Victor Laureano, an entrant in the Rumble, expect to win the match. Let’s think right now Gary.
Gary (thinking): Ummmmmm
Latino: Don’t hurt yourself. It’s not that hard.
Gary (thinking again): Ummmm…..Hitman of the Gods!
Latino (rolling his eyes): ……No Gary. Victor Laureano would expect Victor Laureano to win. And if I have to take out the tall bastard himself I’ll leave Fallen Heroes with that shot at the World Title. So now if you’ll excuse me I have to go and get ready for tonight’s match.
Latino swiftly turns and leaves as Gary looks at him as he leaves. He then looks back at the camera with a confused look and a simple shrug of the shoulders.
* fades to black *
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:01:47 GMT -5
Segment:Retro Segment #7 (Credit: Yoko)
October 3rd, 2005
College Campus, Okinawa, Japan
Yoko Satoshi is exiting her school, alongside one of her friends, Ayame Sachi. Yoko stops walking and nearly drops her books when she sees Sarin and Yuki waiting for her.
Yoko: What are you two doing here? Did something happen?!
Sarin: No no, don’t worry. Yuki just got sent home from school.
Yoko: For what? What did you do, Yuki?
Yuki hides behind Sarin a bit.
Sarin: Someone was insulting you…And she hit him with the Flying Guillotine.
Yoko: …You’re joking.
Ayame bursts out laughing.
Yoko: Oh, let me introduce you. Sarin, this is Ayame, one of my only friends who’s stuck by me. Ayame, this is Sarin…Yes, that Sarin.
Ayame nods at Sarin.
Ayame: I’ve heard a lot about you.
Sarin: …Nothing embarrassing, I hope.
Ayame giggles.
Yoko: Anyway, the Flying Guillotine?
Sarin: Yes. I told Yuki that you and I would sort it out with her school.
Yoko: How’d you two get here, anyway?
Sarin: Oh, we walked.
Yuki: And had ice cream!
Sarin: And rescued a cat from a tree.
Yuki: And found money!
Sarin: And ended up here. I needed the exercise, anyway.
Yoko: Well I’ll drive you back home. I suppose we’ll stop by Yuki’s school first, though. I’ll see you later, Ayame.
Just then, a whimpering quasi-scream is heard alongside a thud. Everyone turns, and sees Rika Megumi on the ground near them. She has fallen backwards onto the ground, and is staring at Yoko.
Rika: When…when…when did you get back? Are you back? Why are you back? When did you get back?
She scrambles to her feet before Yoko can answer, and briskly walks off. Yoko and Sarin both notice her clothes weren’t on straight, her socks AND shoes didn’t match, and she, and her hair especially, look very, very unwashed. The red dye in her hair has nearly faded completely. She is a shell of her former self.
Sarin: What’s her problem?
Yoko: Ayame, do you know?
Ayame: Remember that time ACW was here, and she got into your match and you hit her with the Flying Guillotine? She’s been a wreck ever since then. She’s all but flunked out of college, she stopped dating, she doesn’t take care of herself or change clothes. It took her two months to change out of that Ghostface costume she was wearing. She just mutters nonsensical stuff all day, sometimes your name is in it.
Yoko: Well, she brought that on herself.
Yuki: Yeah!
Yoko: Anyway, let’s go, shall we?
Sarin: Sure thing.
Yoko, Yuki, and Sarin head toward the campus parking lot.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:03:45 GMT -5
Match 4: Hitman vs Holocaust (Credit: BK)
Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring from Hartford, CT, weighing in at 300 pounds, accompanied to the ring by his manager Seth Cowell, Holocaust!
The beginning strains of a guitar are heard over the stadium's speaker system. At approximately the ten-second point of the song (when the drums and guitars kick in to a head-splitting crescendo), a set of pyros set into the stage on the sides of the entrance ignite in a dual line of explosions. Holocaust takes the stage just as this happens to the boos from the crowd, his manager walking behind him and exchanging words with the fans. Holocaust pays them no mind, however, and simply walks down to the ring and steps over the rope into it.
Philip: And his opponent, coming to the ring from Tartarus, weighing in at 452 pounds, accompanied by Nina Starr, Hitman!
"Another Body Murder" by Faith No More and the Boo-yaa T.R.I.B.E.hits and the Dominican crowd is really feeling the duo of huge behemoth Hitman and the beautiful Nina Starr. Hitman walks down to the ring holding the hand of Nina and when they reach ringside they seperate. Hitman steps up onto the apron and over the top rope with ease. Hitman stares across the ring at Holocaust and Holocaust stares back at the Hitman. They walk to the center of the ring and stare off and never has Holocaust look so small in a match up before. Holocaust shows no intimidation by landing the first blow with a slap to the face. Hitman follows up with a right hand of his own which makes Holocaust stagger backwards as the bell rings.
It appears for Holocaust to win, he must use an technique of fighting he is not used to - using speed. Hitman attempts to land another right hand but Holocaust side steps the right hand and starts to repeatedly knee the giant wrecking ball down. Holocaust follows up with some right hands of his own which sends Hitman backwards onto the ropes. Holocaust backs up and hopes to clothesline the huge Hitman over the top rope to the outside but Hitman stops Holocaust by grabbing him by the throat. Hitman walks to the center of the ring while still holding Holocaust by his throat and he now Military Presses Holocaust. Nina Starr on the outside applauds her man's great strength and she gives him the signal to drop him down, and boy does he ever come down. Holocaust is dropped on his back and he holds his back in pain before rolling out the ring towards his manager Seth. Seth whispers to his giant client and tells him to get back into the ring. Holocaust obliges and he steps in the ring and stares at Hitman and Hitman winks at him which makes him livid. It is not normally seen that Holocaust can be powered in a match. Holocaust charges at Hitman with a forearm and it barely knocks the seven foot six behemoth down. Holocaust bounces off the ropes and goes for it a second time but with the same result. Hitman now knees Holocaust in the gut and attempts to whip him in the ropes but Holocaust surpisingly counters it and sends Hitman into the ropes. Holocaust distracts the referee, trying to play off a hurt shoulder while Seth hops up on the apron and pulls down the top rope with all his power to send HItman flying over the top rope to the outside. Nina Starr is livid on the outside and attempts to go over and stop Seth but the referee slides to the outside and stops Nina. Holocaust quickly rolls to the outside and delivers a huge spear into the steel steps to Hitman.
Hitman is down, and Holocaust rolls in the ring and starts playing his shoulder injury. Seth moves out of the scene of the accident and now tells the referee to get back in the ring and start counting. He has no other choice but to and he does so. By the count of 7 Hitman is still on one knee and it looks like Holocaust has secured a victory. But at the count of 9, Hitman manges to roll into the ring. Holocaust, who is now angered, walks over to Hitman and starts stomping a mudhole into him. Holocaust now backs up as Hitman starts to rise up, as Hitman is on one knee Holocaust charges at him and nearly knocks his lights out with a F-16 Kick. Hitman looks to be out cold and Holocaust makes the cover to try to secure victory but Hitman powers out. Holocaust can't believe it and now Hitman rises up Kane style. Holocaust rises up himself and he soccer kicks Hitman back down to the canvas but he rises up again. Hitman now starts to return to a vertical base and Holocaust punches him in his face but Hitman points to him before a Hogan style "YOOOUUUU!" Holocaust attempts to punch him again but Hitman blocks it and clubs him with a right hand. Seth hops on the apron to try to distract Hitman but it doesn't work out in his favor as he is brought into the ring. Hitman picks up Seth and whips him into the ropes before taking him down with a the Boot from Hell. Seth lays out in the center of the ring and Hitman bounces off the ropes to use the leg drop but Holocaust intercepts with a huge spear to Hitman.
Hitman is layed out in the center of the ring and now Seth Cowell rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Holocaust signals for the end now and he starts climbing to the top rope, a place he usually doesn't go but he'll have to go all out to defeat a man of this size. He manages to stand on the top rope, maintaining his balance, and he dives off - going for a Guillotine Leg Drop but Hitman manages to move out of the way. Holocaust lands tailbone first on the mat and now he starts to get up along with Hitman. As both are at a vertical base, Hitman grabs him by the throat. Hitman hoists him in the air, going for the Chokeslam but Holocaust counters it into a DDT, which plants the big ol' head of Hitman into the mat. Holocaust now covers the big mammoth Hitman, but once again he only picks up a near fall. Holocaust is furious and now he rises up and attempts to pick up Hitman but Hitman delivers a hard punch to his abdomen. Holocaust holds his gut and now Hitman sets him up for the Silver Bullet. After the thumbs up/thumbs down, Htiman sends him crashing to the ground and it is simply acadmenic from this point with Hitman getting the win.
Philip: And the winner of this match, Hitman!
"Another Body Murder" by Faith No More and the Boo-yaa T.R.I.B.E. sounds through the speakers and Nina Starr rolls into the ring before jumping into the arms of her big man. She plants a kiss on him and they begin to walk out the ring and up the ramp together, celebrating their win. Back in the ring Seth Cowell starts rolling into the ring, obviously hurting and he tends to his knocked out client. With a look of fire in his eyes, he knows that this definitely isn't over.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:04:49 GMT -5
Segment: Collages! Oh My! (Credit: Latino) The scene opens up to a very unfamiliar room of course as this is not the normal setting for Latino and Atomic Kitsune. The room is dimly lit well and a leather black couch is near the door. Just by it s a door to their personal bathroom and off to the side is a small table with a tropical plant. Suddenly, the doorknob is heard as it’s turned and the door is swung open. Latino stumbles in as he carries his bag and looks around the room. He throws his bag onto the couch and then flicks on the light. He turns his head and jaw nearly drops as something….strange catches his attention. The camera pans around Latino slowly and stops as it reveals pasted on the wall a collage of various pictures of Latino. He walks up to it and studies them a bit while mumbling to himself as he reads the captions.
Latino: Victor….at ACW Heatwave….pictured getting pinned by Hunter…now former champion.
Looking at next picture. Victor….on Monday Night Warfare…..pictured losing to Yoko Satoshi for the ACW World Title……
Now looking at the third pic from the first.
Victor….at Seven Deadly Sins ’05…..eliminated first.
Latino looks at one last picture that takes up the second row completely.
Victor….last year at Fallen Heroes Rumble….being eliminated by Wyvern….
Latino looks them over again as they become memories of his failed tries at success and of course the ACW World Title. He then grabs the first and second images and rips them off the wall. He pulls the third one off quickly and then while stopping to stare at the final pic then the rips it off just as he did to the last ones. Latino then storms out of his locker-room as he has a feeling who was up to the “nice and thoughtful” collage.
* fade to black *
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:05:53 GMT -5
Segment: Adventures of Gooey and Holly (Credit: Gooey)
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:08:06 GMT -5
Segment: Hot Under the Collar (Credit: Tornado)
”Diary of a Madman” by Gravediggaz hits, much to the shock of Philip who looks about ready to announce the next matchup of the evening. The crowd boo loudly as Tornado appears, sporting a casual pair of navy tracksuit bottoms and a grey hoodie carrying the ACW logo; in his right hand he carries a black holdall. He is walking with a purpose, ignoring all the abuse washing over him from the fans. He walks up the stairs and climbs quickly into the ring, demanding the mic from Philip, who swiftly complies.
Tornado: You know what KUDA?! I’m not scared of you ANYMORE!! You’re just a freak, a shadow of your former-self, a nobody. You hide in the shadows…because you’re the one who’s scared! Me? I’m more up-front about my feelings. So now I’ll show you exactly what I think of you…
He unzips the holdall and empties the contents in the centre of the ring. The contents comprise of various Armada paraphernalia: flags, t-shirts, caps, even underwear. There is also a Kudo figure which Tornado picks up mockingly and scowling, rips the head off and tosses the 2 pieces back onto the pile. He opens another compartment on the holdall and retrieves a jerry can; this causes the staff at ringside to go ballistic and people begin frantically digging under the ring to find Fire Extinguishers. Tornado empties the contents of the jerry can over the pile in the centre of the ring and produces a zippo lighter which he lights as a glint forms in his eye.
He flicks the lighter through the air and bursts into laughter as the flames leap up from the pile, causing gasps from the fans, and some fans in the front row have to recoil due to the immense heat. However, Tornado just continues laughing like a maniac…maybe KUDA’s stalking has finally caused him to snap? He throws the jerry can on top of the blaze, causing a minor explosion before rolling out of the ring and walking purposefully up the ramp.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:08:31 GMT -5
Segment: The Massacre (Credit: Hunter)
Bang.
He has seen it happen before, death crawling through the hole of a gun and using its maniacal evil to propel the bullet forward. But today it is different. This is not death; this is pure carnage. The hookers and pimps appear from all sides of the hallway and Truman and Cross fire into them rapidly, bits of flesh and gallons of blood spilling onto the floor. Grimm walks into the room that Sarah is in, and he takes his gun and whips it against the face of one of the hookers inside. He then flips it into the air as if it were some sort of toy and grabs it, then pulls the trigger and blows open a hole in one of the hookers’ head. The other three scream, whereas Sarah sits absolutely still on the bed and does not react whatsoever.
Hunter: Grimm, what the fuck are you doing?
Grimm: …having my fun.
He kicks one of the hookers in the face and then fires two bullets into another’s chest. He grabs the first one and slams her head into a bookshelf, and then puts the gun to the back of her head and pulls the trigger. He walks over to the final one and she trembles as he stands over her and laughs.
Grimm: What’s your name?
Mary: …M…Mary.
Grimm: So one of you actually has a Christian name?
Mary: Please…don’t…
Grimm: Well it was nice knowing you, Mary.
Mary: NO---
Her jaw shatters instantly and her body falls to the floor in a motionless lump. Grimm blows the smoke from his gun and holsters it, and then turns back to Hunter.
Hunter: …they weren’t armed.
Grimm: They are still a threat.
Hunter: HOW?
Grimm: …well we will not know now, will we? Grab your woman, and lets get out of here.
Hunter walks up to Sarah and grabs her shoulders and shakes her a little.
Hunter: Sarah! It’s me! Andrew!
Sarah says nothing and does not move at all.
Hunter: Please, say something! Can you hear me?
She slowly moves her head and looks him straight in the eyes. Hunter does not recognize these eyes anymore, however. She continues saying nothing, and Hunter knows fully well that he does not have enough time to question her now. He grabs her by the hand and leads her to the door to the hall. Grimm walks out first and Hunter can hear a conversation that takes place between him and Cross.
Grimm: How many, do you think?
Cross: It seems as if their numbers keep increasing.
Grimm: …perfect.
Truman snickers nearby, and Hunter sees him run down the hall as two arms appear from either side of the hall and start firing at him. He continues running, and the two arms keep following him. He reaches their side and ducks down as the two hookers fire their guns…and shoot each other dead. Truman kips up and looks around.
Truman: It is clear.
Grimm: For now, anyway.
Cross: Find Mr. Waters.
Truman: We will not have to. Just follow the gunshots.
Cross: Mr. Hunter, come along quickly! And raise your gun, man!
Hunter looks at Cross and his eyes once again fall upon the buttons on his jacket. For whatever reason, they are not the same as they were before; now the crossbows have fire the arrows. Regardless, Hunter takes his gun in his right hand and takes Sarah in his left, and quickly moves forward and follows the others. The first three run and begin firing into different rooms and continue moving along the floor. Hunter suddenly hears a loud creak from behind him and sees a pimp appear from the room. He has a look of pure hatred on his face, and he raises his handgun angrily and points it at Hunter. Hunter’s eyes widen, and out of pure instinct he raises the gun and fires. The pimp drops dead in a matter of seconds as Hunter looks on completely shocked and what he did.
Grimm: I told you…
Hunter: …what?
Grimm: It gets easier with practice. You are a killer now…and not by accident.
Hunter turns around and sees Grimm smiling evilly. He then turns around and runs down the hall, and Hunter has no choice but to follow him, despite the fact that he turns around and looks at the body of the pimp one more time. He looks at Grimm’s back…and then suddenly he gets a strange sense of déjà vu. Grimm has put his black hood on, and this mysterious black figure looks very familiar to Hunter.
Hunter: …it’s him.
He shakes his head slowly and tries to forget about it, but it is difficult. So instead, he joins the three men at the foot of the staircase and sees a group of five hookers firing at them. Truman charges down the stairs and is able to kill two of them in a matter of seconds, and then Grimm leaps onto the railing and slides down the staircase and fires at two more. The final one widens her eyes…and a bullet goes between them, courtesy of Cross.
Waters: Well this has been a weird little day, am I right?
The others turn and see Waters appear from around the corner with a gun in his hand and blood smeared on his shirt.
Truman: How was she, Mr. Waters?
Waters: She did not know anything. I had to teach her.
Grimm: And how did you do that?
Waters: …I snapped her neck.
Hunter cringes at the thought as he walks down the stairs with Sarah in tow. Cross approaches his comrades and grasps them warmly.
Cross: Gentlemen, I do believe it is time for us to go.
Truman: I agree. I doubt there are any left.
Grimm: Well we have to be sure, would you not agree?
Waters: No, Mr. Truman is right. The police will likely be here any minute. We must leave.
Hunter: Yeah…I can’t take this anymore.
Grimm: Too much for one day, correct?
Hunter: …yeah.
Grimm: You will get used to it one day…killer.
Hunter cringes once more and follows the four of them as they approach the door. Cross puts his hand on the doorknob…and then he hears a group of cries. He and the others turn around to face Hunter, but Hunter soon realizes they are not looking at him. They walk past him and walk up to a door that is under the staircase. They open it and look inside, and Hunter hears a loud and large assortment of female cries. And moments later, the men raise their guns and fire freely. The cries are gone.
Cross: Enough fun for one day. Now we go.
The others nod and they walk past Hunter once more as Hunter looks at them awe-stricken. They open the door and walk out into the bloodless streets, and Hunter joins them. They all go into their original seats in the van, and Hunter quickly gets Sarah inside and follows her into the car. He closes the door and looks back at the building, which looks even more crimson than it did mere minutes ago. Yes, Hunter has found what he wanted to find. But he has found her at the expense of many deaths, despite the fact that they are far from innocent. Regardless, he tries to comfort himself. He has found his true joy and his true happiness…
…but how long will it last?
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 16:08:49 GMT -5
Segment: Hometown Heroes (Part 2) (Credit: WeDrag)
We can hear several Dominican Republic journalists sat down in front of a press conference desk. They’re anxiously awaiting the arrival of the three Santanas, who are all heroes in this country. Chairman Gingerdude enters, wearing a white plaid top which suggests that this isn’t live, as he reaches the stand.
Gingerdude: Hello, and welcome all.
He allows the translator to finish talking, before continuing.
Ginger: Today, on the 20th April 2006, we are just a couple of hours away from what should be an explosive show right here in the Dominican Republic, for the first time ever! And to help hype up the match, we have none over than Cool Flame Santana, Felix Santana Junior and Felix Santana Senior! And if you have any questions, feel free to ask immediately.
The journalists all cheer loudly as the three make their way out and onto the stage. They shake hands with Gingerdude, who then sits down, allowing room for the three as the questions rake in. Again, they’re done in English because I suck at Spanish.
Journalist 1: Excuse me, excuse me! Question for Mr. Santana Senior. How does it feel after five years out of the country, to be coming back to such a crowd like that?
Senior: Well my sons could answer that too, but it’s a great honour. I put everything into what I do. Passion, pride, commitment and this is how you repay me, and I am very much thanked for that.
Senior smirks as he covers the microphones, whispering something into his son’s ears.
Senior (whispering): Just suck up to them fools. They’ll buy it and you’ll become more popular than Jesus.
He smirks towards his sons, who smirk back, as they get ready to answer more questions.
Journalist 2: This is for Cool Flame. Why did you never let yourself be uncovered by the Santanas until recently? Why did you have to keep your identity a secret?
Cool Flame: Um, it’s simple really. I never knew my father much and I never wanted him to know that I was in the fed, because I thought it might anger him, that I would try and steal the glory away from my brother, Felix Santana Junior. But I had no intention of doing that. I see my brother and dad as great inspiration, and so I thank them so much for helping me uncover myself. I just think that it was time that I uncovered myself, and that is why I challenged my brother so recently.
He looks over to his dad, who gives a small thumbs up, as the journalists squabble over who gets to ask the next question.
Journalist 3: This one is for Felix Santana Junior. How do you feel, that after doing so well, your career has gone downhill? You’re a great wrestler, and very respected, but you lose a lot of matches and aren’t what you were like a year ago. Can you answer this?
Junior looks forward at the journalist, looking less than impressed.
Junior: I give my blood and sweat for this company. Yes I may not be doing well now, but my time will come, I assure you! El Froggy Mask, Biff Taylor, Wolf or Daniel Ness, they do not scare me anymore! I will take on any of them! I will take on the world!
There’s a cheer from the journalists, as Junior looks to his dad, who is nodding in approval.
Journalist 4: And Junior, what about the alleged affair between you and supermodel Franca Garimani?
Senior and Cool Flame glare at Junior, who shrugs his shoulders.
Junior: Lies, I’m afraid. She is a very pretty woman, yes, but I never once slept with her. But baby, if you’re watching this, I’m available…
He strikes a cocky pose, as Senior scalds him with a slap on the back of the head. Junior feels the back of his head as Senior takes the podium.
Senior: One last question, please.
The journalists again squabble over each other, with several forcing to throw others to the ground to get their question in. But one man stands up, pen in hand and a stylish hat, pointing at the Santanas.
Journalist 5: Sorry to use a cliché, but what are you guys going to do now?
The three look around at each other and smirk.
Senior: Simple. We’re going to run for Presidency!
There’s suddenly a large amount of commotion as the journalist surge forward again, wanting more answers, but Senior bows again, and the three make it off the stage, as Ginger makes an announcement.
Ginger: Well that’s the press conference over. Thank you for your time, and I hope to see you all again some day.
Ginger smiles as he walks off the stage, and the journalists begin to clap, if somewhat reluctantly as they slowly make their way out of the room.
Fade Out.
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