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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:00:18 GMT -5
Segment: Arrogance; The innovator of a Rapper's suffering. (Credit: FSX)
Returning once again to one of the more bizarre happenings backstage tonight, FSX was seen running to catch up with Will, before opening the door to the Dwight dojo...and immediately diving out of the way as Franchi$e is thrown out of the dojo, smacking his head off the wall across the hall from it.
Franchi$e: O Wat waz that shizit all bout!? gon a mess my bling al up!
There's a moment of silence, before Fallen proceeds into the gym and nods to 'Textbook' Tim Dwight out of respect. He turns to put down his bag, before looking back into the hallway, where Will is seen stomping the hell out of Franci$e.
Anger: God. Damn! Learn English before you talk about my mother like that again, bastard!
FSX:...Uh...Will...I'm pretty sure he was referring to being tossed around by Dwight. Though, I could be wrong..
Anger: Oh...uh...you didn't see anything!
Will is then seen dragging Franci$e's currently motionless body back into the gym and closing the door behind him.
FSX: Anyway...I'm here for a quick training session before my match with..er..Dr. Doom.
Anger: Woah..you never said you were fighting him! Forget all this training! The only way you can really beat him is to summon your army of squirrels, and strike!
FSX: ...Are you kidding? I mean, seriously..I wouldn't of even expected that much jumbled stupidity to come from Fitsharris, then again, I haven't seen him in awhile..
Will looks down ashamed of himself, as Fallen sighs and gives him a pat on the back. After all, it wasn't everyday you disappoint a comic book geek, expecting a mutated squirrel girl to interfere in a sanctioned match. Crazier things have happened, but they were a bit more logical. This all went on for a few moments, well Textbook looked on at them impatiently, all too ready to kick some ass.
Textbook: (coughs) Anytime now..
FSX: Oh, right! I just need to get off some ring rust, so don't go about expecting this too last very long old-timer.
Textbook: Old? Hmm..we'll see what happens.
Anger: Oooh..this oughta be good
Both FSX and Tim Dwight stare at each other the entire time they make there way onto the mat, before giving each other a quick nod and beginning. Things appear to be off to a slower than common start, as neither wants to be the one to make a preemptive mistake, but as expected, FSX becomes a bit impatient with the situation and launches himself forward toward Dwight, missing a clumsily performed martial arts kick, only to be quickly leg sweeped by Dwight. Flustered by this, FSX launches up and attempts yet another kick, only failing once more, dropped this time with a drop toe hold before he even got the kick off.
Frustrated at this point, Fallen was quick to his feet, only to turn though into the same swift martial arts kick to the face that he had been attempting. Dwight grins as Fallen is momentarily stuns, and takes immediate advantage of the situation, arm drag, and locking in a cross-armbar. Fallen struggles for a moment, locked tightly in the hold, before rolling over with it in a way that he would have the pinfall, and proceeding to lift Tim Dwight up with alot of his energy and drive him back down onto his head to get him to let go. Dwight is stunned and motionless for a moment with this, which gives Fallen enough time to nail a standing moonsault. With the air effectively knocked out of his opponent, Fallen seems to attempt something new as he moves to his leg and rolls forward, locking on a extended knee-bar variation. That was about all it took for Dwight to realize that he wasn't about to escape from this, and give a slow tap of surrender.
FSX waits a moment, before releasing the hold, rising quickly to his feet feeling very accomplished by being able to get the better of the wiley veteran, well Textbook also gets up, visibly favoring his other leg to stand on now. There's a moment of silence between the two, before they shake hands and Will is heard applauding tremendously.
Anger: WOAH! THAT WAS AMAZING! SINCE WHEN CAN YOU FIGHT ON THE GROUND SOULS? MAN!
FSX: Ah...it was really nothing..
Dwight: It proved you don't have any rust, that's what matters. You were a bit sloppy and impatient in the beginning, but you were able to recover nicely. Work on those aspects of your strategy in the future, and I see no reason you shouldn't be better than you ever have been.
Anger: No question man! Even without the squirrels you should be able to take Dr. Doom, no problem! You have it down! Completely down!
FSX: Ah...thanks...this is really what I needed, a good fight with someone who could beat the hell out of anyone the wanted on the roster today..I'm ready for the phony super-villain.
Anger: Yeah!...wait...phony?
Fallen looks at Will shaking his head , as he stands there more oblivious then ever before. Fallen simply sighs and makes his way out of the gym, with Will Anger quickly following. All that can really be said from what's been seen is this; There is no ring rust to stop the X from making his ascent back to the top, and there is no one that he'll let get in his way..
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:01:43 GMT -5
Segment: Tension Build-Up (Credit: Latino)
The scene opens up to the locker room of Latino and Atomic Kitsune. Paws are heard as they patter against the floor and suddenly Pacino comes into view. He comes with one of Latino’s wrestling boots in his mouth and starts shaking his head rapidly. The boot swings left and right and at one point even hits the young pitbull in the face but Pacino takes it with a grain salt as he continues to wag his tail during his fun. He then falls straight down on the floor with a plop and then puts both paws on the boots. He then gives out a little bark and continues to gnaw away at the rubber wrestling boots until he hears the doorknob being turned. The door opens and light for the first time drapes the entire room and the light is flicked on and Latino walks inside the room. He immediately sees the full-grown dog laying on his stomach pausing his “lunch.”
Latino: Dios mios, Pacino!
Pacino stops and turns his head around as he looks at a Latino with an expression on his face as if to say “What? I’m busy.” Latino immediately makes a charge for Pacino but the young pup quickly gets up and runs off before Latino can even get remotely close. Pacino barks a little as he wags his tail and then runs into the bathroom as Latino stops his own chase and just figures it’ll be best to take what was left.
Latino (muttering): Pendejo perro destroying my boots. Just what I need after last Saturday.
Latino stops moving as he feels his body tense up and then his arm starts to shake involuntarily. He drops the boot and his right arm immediately grabs his shaking arm. He stands up and stares at it for a few seconds wondering what the hell is going on and then after a few seconds the shaking stops and Latino releases his hold. His opens and closes his left arm as he gets a feel for his arm again and continues wondering what just happened.
Latino: Gotta be all the stress……taking it’s tow after that long month.
Latino then looks up and sees his Wall of Hispanic Heroes. He looks at the Pedro Morales picture showing him holding his World Title after he became the first ever Hispanic WWE champion. Latino then looks right by him and sees Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio Jr’s pictures both with pictures of their major championship wins. Latino then feels his arm shake again and immediately grabs his arm again.
Latino (walking closer to the wall as he holds his arm): I’ve spent my whole life modeling my own goals after your accomplishments. What better than to chose you guys……and now what do I have to show for it? My body is shot up with these constant trembles and tension. All this stress I’ve put on myself to be just a margin as good as you three were. Just to live up to your legend and namesake. Pero…..ahora I have nothing to show for my hardwork. I couldn’t even fully win esa Rumble and now have to fight in another match tonight to find out who goes on to Omega Effect.
Latino grips his arm again as he feels another shake as all the tension, stress, and emotions are all building up inside him.
Latino: I was so fucking close and AGAIN I was short lived! All because I’ve been under this shadow that you all set forth!
Latino releases his grip and shakes his arm a little. He then looks left to right as the emotions, stress, and tension is now reaching new levels. He sees a wooden chair right by him and grabs it with both arms. Latino picks it up and swings it directly at the pictures hanging on the wall. He stops just as it’s about to hit the glass and then takes a step back. Latino drops the chair as looks around again and then back at the pictures. He realizes the mistake that he was close to making and runs his right hand through his short curly hair.
Latino: Almost. I almost did it. All this damn stress…..all this damn tension and everything almost got to me.
Latino stops talking as silence now floods the room. He sits down on the char and throws his head back as he runs his hand through his hair again and lets out a sigh…though of relief or what he’s not even sure. The scene fades to black….
* Fade to Black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:02:41 GMT -5
Match 3: Dr. Doom vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: Latino)
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen……this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Irkutsk, Siberia…….Dr….Doom!
As Dr. Doom’s theme starts to play he walks through the curtains. His mask glimmers as the spotlight shines on him. His green cloak drapes across the floor as he walks down the entranceway. The fans are all booing massively but he pays then no mind as he continues his march down towards the ring. He approaches the steps and walks up with stature and power. Doom makes a glance around the arena and then enters the ring step by step between the ropes. He then takes off his cloak and hands it to the Referee.
Phillip: And his opponent from Seoul, South Korea……Fallen Souls!
Eden by To Destination plays through the speakers and the fans cannot help but get on their feet and give FSX a big cheer for his return singles match. He walks through the curtain with a slightly surprised look but continues on his way down the to ring as he is extremely focused for tonight’s match. As he reaches the halfway mark towards the ring he then looks left and right and immediately starts running down towards the ring. He slides under the ropes and then springs back up onto his feet. He takes a step back as he looks at Doom trying to size him up before the match starts.
* The Bell Rings *
The match starts off with both men circling one another in the middle of the ring. Doom’s metal mask and boots shine in the ring and Fallen Souls wanders just how to approach this match. He reaches down for the good Doctor’s boot but he pulls it way not giving FSX the early advantage. He then goes for a strong punch but FSX swiftly avoids the attack as he intelligently kept a watchful eye. FSX jumps back as Doom goes for a second punch and then Fallen Souls tries for a smooth martial arts kick. Doom blocks the advance with his right forearm and then with his is right arm grabs FSX leg. He holds it up with a firm grasp as FSX is hopping on one leg. He then jumps with a enzurigui but Doom ducks the kick. Fallen Souls lands on his foot and as he turns around Doom leaps forward with a lariat attack. He then knees FSX in the stomach and without giving him a second chance to regain his composure he wails at him with a forearm to the face. FSX stumbles back as he doesn’t allow himself to fall down. Doom then attacks with is own patented calf kick, but FSX jumps up with a roundhouse kick from his own arsenal. He nails it perfectly on Doom as both men hit the ring mat. Doom lands on his back and FSX lands on his stomach. Fallen does not waste time as he rolls over and then kicks back to his feet. He runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes. The fans are right now cheering for him as the chant his name “FSX! FSX! FSX!” Fallen comes from the ropes and then jumps up vertically above Doom. He is about to come down with a strong knee but then realizes the mask covering Doom’s face. In mid-air, FSX quickly switches it up with a legdrop and nails it just in the nick of time. He then goes a pin as he hooks Doom’s leg. The Referee slides onto the mat and starts counting as he slaps the mat. . . . ONE! . . . TW- Kickout by Doom as all the fans start booing madly. Doom pushes FSX off of him and quickly gets up in the matter of a few seconds. As Doom turns around he sees FSX staring directly at him. He quickly advances with a clothesline but Fallen Souls counters it with a very low angle dropkick to the knee. Doom falls down to his one stable knee and FSX rises him back up with the Rainbow STO. The archvillian is slammed into the mat from that high-arced maneuver and FSX quickly rolls around the mat as he positions himself by Doom’s leg. He picks them up as he himself gets himself back onto his feet. FSX tries to turn his opponent over as he is working to pull off the Souls of Insanity but Doom is clearly fighting it. He wiggles his legs and then performs a twist and turn finally escaping the hold. Fallen Souls jumps back and then runs forward with a martial arts kick. Doom jumps to the side and then knees him in the stomach. FSX bends over from the unexpected attack and then elbows him in the back. He then picks up FSX as he still is bent over from the attacks. Doom holds him up and then brings him down with a shoulder breaker. Doom quickly releases his grasp on FSX as his knee pulsates in pain. He holds it as he throbs but still smiles as he knows the pain he feels now is definitely worth it. The fans are all booing madly as FSX rolls around the ring. Doom gets back up and limps a little towards Fallen Souls. He grabs him by the mask and pulls him into his feet. He whips him into the ropes and as FSX returns Doom performs a flawless Cold Snap. The kick sends out a loud slap all around the arena and FSX stumbles around the ring. He turns around in a daze of his world. Doom comes from behind him and quickly nails his Worker’s of the World. FSX arches his back in pain as Doom stretches him back from the move. Doom is on the mat for a few seconds as the fans continue to boo. Doom looks around with a smirk under his mask and then gets back up on his feet. He grabs FSX once more, standing him up and the knees him in the stomach. Doom then in a flash of a second pulls off the Siberian Express with much ease. FSX is planted into the mat and Doom quickly goes for the pin as the barely conscious Fallen Souls. The Referee slides onto the mat and makes the count. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . KICKOUT by FSX! The fans all stand up with their arms in the air. They wave them like they do not care and start to chant out for the FSX. “RESPECT THE X! RESPECT THE X! RESPECT THE X!” Doom looks around with much anger as he stands himself up. He yells out at the fans as they continue along with their chanting. Doom looks down at FSX and once again pulls him back up. He puts FSX once again in position for the Siberian Express and once again drives him into the ringmat. He once again hooks Fallen Souls’ legs for the cover and Referee again starts the count. . . . ONE! . . . TW-KICKOUT again by Fallen Souls. Doom slaps the mat as all the fans yell out in unison “TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Doom storms around the ring as he yells at a few close by fans. He then rushes over to FSX as he stomps him in the face with a harsh right leg. He then grabs him the mask and starts to pull him on his feet for another attack most likely. He doesn’t get too far as FSX knees him in the gut. He then quickly lifts him up on his shoulders for a DVD position for the Soul Transfer. As he’s lifted up the Referee is kicked by Doom’s feet and is out cold like a……Referee that is accidentally kicked. FSX doesn’t notice though as he nails the Soul Transfer with much impact and then covers Doom for the cover. FSX doesn’t hear the Referee count but the fans all around the arena are all counting in unison.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:03:39 GMT -5
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FSX looks around not seeing the Referee anywhere and then sits up to see that the he is unconscious. Fallen gets up and walks over to the Referee as he nudges him with his foot. Still nothing as he then starts tugging on the Referee’s shirt trying to wake him up. As FSX is busy Doom rolls out of the ring and then looks around at a little at the fans. He yells at them and then pulls out some brass knuckles from his tights. He then rolls back inside the ring and stands up as FSX is still busy with the Referee. Doom comes behind him and grabs him by his shoulder, spinning him around. He then smacks FSX hard with that fist full of brass knuckles and the X cannot keep himself from collapsing in the middle of the ring. Doom throws the brass knuckles outside and then drops to his knees as he pushes the Referee trying to wake him up. He then sees the Referee stirring and hooks FSX leg for the cover. The Referee crawls over in true tradition as he slowly slaps the mat. . . . . . ONE! . . . . TWO! . . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner…..Dr. Doom!
Doom rolls away as he hears his name announced over the speakers. The fans are already booing and some even throw a few random pieces of trash toward the winner of this match. He shields himself with his arm as he lets out a laugh and then walks away. Back in the ring, FSX is slowly getting back up with some help from the Referee. Fallen Souls looks around with a surprise as to what just happened. The fans are now chanting his name over and over again. Fallen looks around as he sees that they are all on their feet despite his loss. He raises one arm up to the fans as the show cuts to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:05:11 GMT -5
Segment: The Start of the End (Credit: Senator)
As the show comes back on the air, Steve Phillips and Tim Dwight are seen sitting in the Dwight Gym film room, while clips from Fallen Heroes, specifically, the battle royale match play on the screen.
Dwight: Really, you need to get over it…
The Senator: Still though, what in the high heavens could have possessed me to attack Torak with a frontal assault? What could have made me go against every last lesson that I received, not only from your training, but from past experience? What could have made me think that after I fought a strategic battle for the rest of the time, that I suddenly could have straight up brawled successfully with someone who outweighs me by at least one hundred pounds of pure muscle? I was a fool! And to top it off, I get double legged halfway across the ring, halfway across the ring, and unceremoniously dumped out over the top rope without even trying to resist!
Dwight: Steve, you were knocked silly…
Senator: Doesn’t freakin’ matter! I’ll tell you what matters! I squandered my last real chance to make good on ending my career on a high point! I squandered my legacy! My instincts should have kicked in! I got friggin’ double legged over the top! One of the simplest moves to counter in the game, and certainly to avoid! And that's what ended my last, best chance for getting in on the chance for going out on my terms! Blast it all to Hades!
The uncharacteristically angry Senator kicks a nearby desk, and lifts his chair with the intentions of pulling a Bobby Knight, prompting Dwight to stand up and restrain him against a wall.
Dwight: Calm down. Now. You are making a fool out of yourself, this is nothing like you to act like this. Now if you do not calm down and regain your self control, I will have no choice but to have you removed from my offices until you can act like a man again.
The Senator takes a deep breath, and Dwight lets go, as Phillips’s face turns an even brighter shade of red.
Senator: You are correct. I do not know why I just did it, but you can be assured that it will not happen again.
Dwight: Good, then. Now perhaps we can get to the real reason that you came here!
Senator: Right, Alicia Kitsune. There is a reason that I perhaps am feeling a bit less than confident in my chances tonight. I have faced her before in the past, and I must say, she very well might be the single most difficult opponent I have ever fought in the squared circle. And that includes the Infamous Lord of Hardcore, the longest reigning ACW champ Yoko Satoshi, the epitome of Sports Entertainment himself Randy Dallas Kanyon, and my perpetual rival, Latino.
Dwight: There’s good reason for that. She’s incredibly athletic. Powerful without compromising agility, and very, very skillful, as you might have noticed in the Asylum match. She has few to no discernable weaknesses, and mindgames more often than not backfire, as you might have seen at Fallen Heroes. She is a formidable opponent for anyone, and having helped her train, myself, I can say with some authority that finding a chink in her armor will be a difficult task, indeed.
Senator: Tell me about it…sheesh…
Dwight: Well, you have me to thank for the finishing submission that she used there, my friend. Anyway, I reviewed that match, and kept in mind that she had a distinct advantage, due to your lack of training and fatigue. This time, you should be a bit more evenly matched…
Senator: However, psychologically, I might actually be in a similar state, if not worse off. Remember, Gingerdude only let me in on the match earlier today, he just loves springing his little surprises on me. “Senator Phillips, you have a match tonight…and it’s against the ACW Champion, Alicia Kitsune, for the title, I suggest that you prepare for it, that will be all.” I tell you, that very well might have caused me to jump straight out of my shoes!
Dwight: Really, can’t blame you there, a title shot on short notice is never easy to take.
Senator: Ginger really has it in for me…I need to renegotiate my contract. I truly abhor being pushed around by anyone.
Dwight: You know what, if you get back to focusing on the present, and your match, I will have a word with Ginger.
Senator: I would greatly appreciate that. No matter what, I want to retire from active competition soon, even if it costs me. I have a general election coming up in the fall, and I must take care of matters. Besides, the schedule is wearing me out, maybe I am just getting too old for this stuff…
Dwight: Nah, I’d not say that, Steve! If you’re getting too old, what does that say for me?
Senator: Heh, point is taken. So, back to Ms. Kitsune…
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:07:29 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #11 (Credit: Sarin and Yoko)
DAWN Part Two
October 14, 2005 Streets of Tokyo
Tokyo, Japan. A hotspot for tourism, both international and internal. Eager to escape the somewhat mundane days in Okinawa (and an hyper-active Yuki), Sarin and Yoko booked a flight from Japan’s southern island to its capital city, on the island of Honshu. Sipping peacefully on pearl milk tea, the pair stroll side by side down the surprisingly clean city streets of the eastern capital.
Yoko: I always imagined Tokyo to have a lot more crowds. This is nearly empty, by Japan standards.
Sarin: I checked the tourist activity list back at the hotel prior to leaving. Apparently there’s a Sailor Moon show in Harumi, explaining the absence of nine-year-old girls and fifty-two-year-old men.
Preferring to enjoy the serenity of each other’s company, the pair lapses into silence. A moment later, they pass a small boutique at the corner of the street. Yoko glances at the display window, and gasps.
Yoko: Wow! A Kato mask!
Sarin rolls her eyes as Yoko dashes into the boutique. Spotting a collection of attractive Japanese folding fans, she reluctantly enters the shop as well.
Sarin: Why on earth would you want a Kato mask?
Yoko: I’ll explain later. How much?
Clerk: 843 yen.
As Yoko checks her pocketbook, Sarin’s attention wanders. Her eyes lazily fall upon the folding fan collection near the back of the store. She leaves Yoko’s side and almost hypnotically steps towards the racks. She extends an arm hesitantly, wondering if she can just touch one.
Voice: Go ahead, they don’t bite.
Sarin jumps, her head whipping around. An old woman, nearly ninety, wobbles towards her, leaning heavily on a knobby walking stick.
Sarin: Excuse me, I didn’t see you, gomennasai--
Old Woman: No apology necessary. That pale blue one, in the upper left, with the silver lining. It matches the color of your soul.
Sarin raises an eyebrow, about to retort defensively, then thinks better of it. Standing on tip-toe, she stretches her arm upwards and tugs down lightly on the silver handle of the fan.
Sarin: Oh! It’s so light! But gorgeous...
Old Woman: I’m glad you like it. That’s the last fan I’ll ever make.
Sarin: I’m sorry to hear that. What is your name?
Old Woman: I don’t have a name. Folks call me Yackle, though. Mother Yackle.
Sarin: Please to meet you, Mother Yackle. I’m--
Yoko: Sarin! Let’s go, I want to see if they have any tickets left to the Sailor Moon show!
Sarin: Coming! Do you know how much...oh!
Yackle was gone.
Sarin: Huh?
Spooked, Sarin quickly leaves the back of the shop and rests the fan on the cashier’s desk.
Sarin: I’d like to purchase this fan, please.
The clerk raises an eyebrow, and stares at her quizzically.
Clerk: I’ve never seen this fan in my shop before. I’ll pay you 60000 yen for it, though. The design! It’s exquisite.
Sarin: Err, no thanks.
Sarin and Yoko exit the boutique; Sarin fondly examines her new gift.
Yoko: Where did you get that?
Sarin: An old woman named Mother Yackle gave it to me. She comes and goes pretty quick for a ninety-year-old.
Yoko: Funny, I never saw an old lady.
Sarin shrugs and unfurls the fan with a graceful snap of her wrist. Both of them gasp at its allure. Though seemingly constructed of paper, the fan gleams in the Tokyo sun.
Sarin: ...wow.
A piercing cry suddenly breaks the silence. Yoko looks up, trying to find the source.
Yoko: Over there! Across the street!
They dash along the sidewalk, hoping to catch a better view of the conflict before rushing head first into danger.
Sarin: Oh no, those poor people.
Yoko: A grocery store robbery! That’s sick...
Sarin catches the gleam in Yoko’s eye.
Sarin: Oh no you don’t--
Yoko: What’s the worst that can happen?
Sarin: You could die, you oaf!
Yoko flashes her a toothy grin, slipping on her newly purchased Kato mask.
Yoko: Gatogal can’t die.
With that, she whips out her trusty croquet mallet from her jacket and sprints across the street to the grocery store.
Criminal: Everyone get the fuck down! Down, grandma, or I blow your fucking brains out!
A frail old lady whimpers and complies. The gunman directs his pistol towards the cashier.
Criminal: You, frumpy. Dump the cash in this bag.
He tosses a rotund mother of three an empty sack. The mother opens the cash register, pauses for a second, then closes it again.
Cashier: I’m not listening to the likes of you!
Eyes widening in momentary shock, the robber recollects his wits and cocks his pistol at the brave cashier.
Criminal: Give me one reason why I shouldn’t bust a cap in your skull.
Out of nowhere, Yoko smashes a gigantic uppercut to the criminal’s chin with her mallet. He reels back and falls backwards clumsily, his pistol sliding across the floor a few feet away from him.
Yoko: That reason enough for you?
Criminal: Who the hell are you?
Yoko: The name’s Gatogal. Now step away from the gun before things get messy.
Without thinking twice, the crook makes a dash for the fallen pistol. Yoko, hot on his heels, delivers a swift kick to his stomach. He grunts, but retaliates swiftly with a shin kick. Yoko’s leg buckles, allowing him time to knock the croquet mallet out of her hand. The contest now even, the two circle each other, assuming fighting stances. The criminal dashes towards Yoko, hoping to catch her with a spear tackle. Expecting such a move, the nimble Yoko sidesteps and connects a drop toe hold, smashing his face to the ground. Unfortunately, her attack positioned him directly next to the lost pistol. Laughing manically, he cocks the gun once more and aims directly at Yoko’s heart.
Criminal: Say goodbye, bitch!
Yoko, too stunned to move, can only gasp as a pale blue fan comes whizzing by, knocking the gun out of the criminal’s hands. Like a boomerang, it returns to Sarin, barely disguised behind a pair of Gucci sunglasses.
Yoko: Uh, Sa--I mean, you!
Sarin: I am the uh, pretty soldier of love and justice! In the name of the, uh, Moon, I’ll punish you!
Criminal: I’ll take you both on!
Sarin and Yoko glance sideways at each other, before nodding simultaneously. Two heartbeats later, the criminal is unconscious, his left arm dangling at an odd position.
Sarin: Oops. We over did it.
Yoko: I’m not too fussed. Let’s get out of here...oh crap.
Sarin: Déjà vu, huh?
The citizens of Tokyo gape at Sarin and Yoko before a chorus of cheers erupts from the crowd.
Yoko: Thank you, good people of Tokyo. Whenever danger strikes, remember that you can count on us, Gatogal and...
Sarin: Frost! Gatogal and Frost. We’ll right wrongs and triumph over evil.
Yoko: Until next time!
The pair leaps over the stunned crowd, and escape off in a beautiful Japanese sunset, Sarin’s fan trailing in their wake.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:08:18 GMT -5
Match 4: Cage Match Dan White vs. Jake Cheng
The fans don’t need to be told which match is up next, as they can see the familiar yet still intimidating structure of the ACW cage being lowered from the ceiling to the ring. Philip, however, is still determined to do his job, and flourishes his mic before speaking.
Philip: This is a cage match, where victory can be achieved either by pinfall, submission, or escaping the confines of the structure to place both feet on the outside mats. Introducing first, representing the Untouchables… from Cardiff, Wales, “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!
”The Welsh National Anthem” plays, and Dan comes out to a chorus of boos, which he quite happily ignores. There’s a small but solid core of support for him in the audience tonight as well, and Dan picks them out with a raised arm as he gets into the ring through the cage door. He stands still near the centre; he’s been in enough of these contests to know the score.
Then “Petrified” by Fort Minor hits, and the crowd starts to boo more loudly as Jake steps out into the arena lights.
Philip: And his opponent, representing the Corporate Alliance… from Hong Kong, China, he is the ACW LightHeavyweight Champion… “The Trinity” Jake Cheng!
Jake walks out with a cool expression on his face; after his little meeting with Dan backstage, he’s itching to smack the smirk right off of his opponent. Reaching the cage, Jake hops athletically over the ropes, and gets close to Dan so that a brief staredown develops. Sensing the tension, Philip quickly exits, taking Jake’s title belt with him, and the door is shut securely. The referee sees no reason to delay, and calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
However you look at it, a cage is an unforgiving structure… and as such is a perfect location for this grudge match between two former stablemates, who certainly aren’t in any mood to show one another forgiveness. Dan starts off on an aggressive footing, striking his opponent with forearms and elbows to the upper body and head, and Jake decides to adopt a defensive position, knowing that he can’t match Dan punch for punch. This tactic quickly starts to frustrate the Untouchable one, and Dan makes a move to get behind Jake – whereupon Jake spins around with a roundhouse kick and sends Dan backward hard against the ropes and the panels of the cage. Never one to pass up an opportunity, Jake goes for the opposite side of the ring and jumps up, starting to climb in the hope that he can put on enough speed while fresh to outdistance his foe and escape in record time; Dan, however, sees him climbing and charges at the side of the cage, leaping up and dropkicking it so that the whole structure shudders violently. Because he is climbing fast, Jake’s hold on the wall is not completely firm, and the crowd cries out as he slips and falls to the mat- right on top of Dan, who is still getting up after his all-out dropkick. Jake grabs Dan and rolls over into a pin, the referee counts 1….2- and then Dan kicks out, looking annoyed at being caught out by a simple error on his part. It’s certainly not worth dwelling on, however, and in a blink of an eye both men are back on their feet, the gap between them rapidly shrinking.
Jake holds his arms up as the pair near one another, as if to initiate a grapple; Dan does the same, but as they make contract Jake tries to turn it into a whip to the ropes. Dan is alert for such a move, and uses his superior upper body strength to reverse this, sending Jake into one of the corners. Jake hits the turnbuckle chest first, and Dan charges after him to add a turnbuckle splash to the mix; the fans, who dislike the CA more than they do the Untouchables at this point in time, cheer as Dan batters Jake with a counted 10 punch in the corner. Not one to simply sit back and take this, Jake gathers his strength and then starts to retreat up the ropes; Dan starts to climb with him, but Jake knees him hard in the chest while they’re stood up on different ropes, and then kicks him back to the mat. The crowd gets excited as Jake raises his arms, and Dan nips back to his feet… only to be met with Jake’s spectacular Dragonrana. Jake makes a cover, 1….2- and gets punched sharply between the eyes as Dan grabs the bull by the horns (and Jake by the arms), pulling himself back to his feet and then executing a vicious Spinechiller (Double Arm DDT setup into a neckbreaker). Dan makes a pin of his own, 1….2…- Jake kicks, and in that same moment Dan is up and making a break for the cage wall. He starts to climb, and Jake rolls swiftly back to his feet, dashing after his escaping foe. But Dan has been inspired by an earlier incident in the match, and as Jake reaches the ropes and cage, Dan gets his feet firmly against the wall and then kicks off backward into a backflip. Jake has no time to get out of the way, and the crowd roars as both men strike the canvas. It hurts them both, but Dan retains sufficient presence of mind to pull both himself and Jake clear of the ropes, and then make the pin, 1…2….- Jake’s arm comes up at the last second, and Dan curses, wondering what it will take for him to wrap this contest up.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:11:32 GMT -5
There’s no messing about as Dan rises, and pulls Jake up to his feet; he lifts him as if going for the Stunt Bomb, and Jake is almost caught napping by this sudden shift in gear. Almost is not enough, however, and he starts to struggle, hitting Dan in the head so that he staggers sideways and has to drop his foe. As Jake gets his feet back on the mat, he lowers his shoulder and drives Dan backward against the cage wall, using trapping headbutts to repeatedly shove Dan upon the metal. Dan starts to lean forward, to power his way free, and suddenly Jake puts his hands on Dan’s shoulders and uses his opponent as a “stepping stone” to jump up and on to the cage wall. The fans are impressed, and there are cheers as well as boos as Jake makes a break for the top. Dan whirls around and makes a grab for Jake’s leg, but Jake’s too quick and is rapidly ascending, pulling away from Dan. Dan is about to give chase, but then sees something else that makes him change his mind; he’s close to the cage door, and as Jake nears the top of the cage, Dan throws everything into an all-out attack on the door. It’s a straight-up race now, and as Jake gets on to the top rim of the cage, it looks as if he has it won… but then there is a sound of rattling metal, and the bolt on the cage door gives way as Dan kicks it open. Whatever else may be in his philosophy, Jake is not lacking in courage, and the crowd screams as he takes a leap from the top…
Dan has only a second or so to act, but it’s a testament to his strategic skills that he not only sees Jake jump, but also the trajectory that his leap must take. Cameras flash everywhere as Jake drops… and Dan leans out, holding the ropes with his feet, to catch the “Trinity” as he falls right in front of the open door. He almost can’t hold him, for Jake has all the strength of gravity on his side, but somehow Dan prevents his lightweight foe from touching the outside mats. He pulls Jake backward and falls off of the ropes, bringing both men back into the ring, and holds on while he gets back up, this time delivering the Stunt Bomb while Jake is too confused and dizzy to do anything about it. The referee makes the count, 1…2…3, and the bell rings as the fans cheer for a superb matchup.
Philip: Here is your winner… The Welsh Dragon, Dan White!
If there’s such a thing as a bad beat in wrestling, then this surely must be one; Jake is understandably livid at having the match snatched from him in the dying seconds. Dan, of course, acts as if he planned it all along, and smirks at Jake as he slides out of the ring with the cage rising back up to the roof, but underneath this he knows that this was one incredibly close call. He heads to the back, leaving Jake to curse his small but costly mistake, as the show cuts to a commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:13:24 GMT -5
Segment: Faded Lines (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the lights dim once more and the fans excitedly look up at the stage, expecting the appearance of another superstar. The lights slowly begin to brighten, and when Philip does not enter the ring, the fans are able to comprehend that they will be treated to yet another in-ring promo. Not all of the fans in the arena want to listen to yet another in-ring promo, but under the right circumstances and given by the right person, such promos can be quite entertaining. And then the lights explode and the pre-chorus to "These Walls" by Dream Theater starts playing, preempting most fans to start booing prematurely. The rest of the fans join in once Hunter makes his way out onto the ramp wearing his trademark trench coat and sunglasses. He smirks slightly, attempting to maintain character, but the pain in his lower back still irks him throughout his journey down to the ring. He slides into the ring and grabs a microphone, then takes off his sunglasses and looks around the arena. The fans have slightly calmed down, and so Hunter takes this open opportunity to speak.
Hunter: So-ho-ho-ho...co-winner of the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale in the year 2006. Sounds like a good title, don't you think? I do, and I've been thinking about that title for the past couple of days while I was in the hospital. Yes, the hospital. Perhaps the internet spoke of it strangely, and so you fans naturally assume I was admitted due to drug problems or some random crap like that, I don't know what the internet's throwing around nowadays.
The fans slightly chuckle at Hunter's blunt treatment of the internet...which is ironically his own saving grace, though we need not get into that at this point.
Hunter: However, I can tell you that that information is very false. I was struck in the lower spinal area with a hammer...twice...and HARD. Yes, it hurt, and yes, I could have been paralyzed. But alas, you are not so lucky, and so I'm back, in a very Kane-centric way.
More chuckling from the crowd, and this time from Hunter himself.
Hunter: Suffice it to say, you people obviously want the story. Well, it all started...yeah, like I'm going to tell you.
The fans begin to boo.
Hunter: Oh no, it's nothing personal. I just don't have a week to sit here and tell you. I considered writing a book, but it would very likely be longer than the Bible, and my wrist cramps up easily. So I just got a movie deal...well, we changed it to a miniseries. I'm not quite certain about its specifics, but it'll be coming to some sort of screen near you eventually maybe. So enjoy that.
Hunter chuckles more clearly now, and the fans laugh with him.
Hunter: Anyways, though I wasn't really cleared to wrestle, I'm still here. Yes, I'm hardcore. Now I simply have to pray that I don't die in the center of the ring. But that shouldn't be a problem...
He stops speaking for a moment and looks around.
Hunter: ...I was rambling. Sorry about that. Regardless of everything, I was able to defeat twenty-eight other men and women to gain my co-ownership spot. And because management, for whatever reason, only wants ONE person to go to Omega Effect, Latino and I must wrestle tonight for that spot, to see who will be the true number one contender for the ACW World Title at Omega Effect. Do I guarantee victory? Oh you know it.
The fans boo as the cocky Hunter resurfaces. Hunter simply smirks and looks around the arena.
Hunter: Come on! Latino and I have wrestled many times, and we both have two victories over each other in singles competition. My victories, however, are the most recent. What does this mean? That given the Hunter of late and the Latino of late, I will be the one who can easily dominate the other and win. It's simple logic, my friends.
The fans boo even stronger now.
Hunter: So tonight, I face Latino. And tonight, I WILL gain my Omega Effect title shot. And two months from now, I WILL reclaim MY World Title, and whoever the champion may be at OE will face my wrath. And it all begins tonight. Prick up your ears, open your eyes...and you will hear and see your next ACW World Champion!
Hunter drops the mic as the fans begin to boo him once more, attempting to take him down with their vicious voices. But they have no such luck, as by now Hunter has cleverly isolated their voices, and simply discarded them from his mind. He slides out of the ring and puts his sunglasses back on, and then simply walks up the ramp and heads for the backstage area. The fans are simply left with the shape of his dark silhouette before it disappears entirely behind the curtain.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:14:43 GMT -5
Segment: Jill and the Beanstalk (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Sarin Rossi, a vision in a short black strapless dress, strolls leisurely down a backstage corridor, black high heels clicking rhythmically on the cold concrete below. Arriving at Yoko's locker room, the youthful beauty knocks briefly on the door before taking the liberty of entering uninvited.
Sarin: Yoko, I'm--OH!
Yoko: EEK!
Yoko barely manages to cover herself with a towel before the cameras catch her in a very awkward moment.
Yoko: Don't you know it's polite to knock?
Sarin rolls her eyes, folding her arms across her chest.
Sarin: Really? I seem to remember a similar instant that happened during our vacation, except the roles were reversed. Wait, did it happen once? Twice? All winter?
Though her voice is dripping with mock sarcasm, her cheery smile belies her anger.
Yoko: Point taken. As you can see, I just got out of the shower. I'm a bit anxious about this match.
Sarin: As am I. I don't like the idea of a Japanese college student and a 7'7 monster in a wrestling contest.
Yoko: You know, I've faced a giant before. In a cage match, though. There was a means of escape. There's no escape here, except...
Sarin: ...Defeat. Which will not happen.
Yoko: You're finishing my thoughts now. Should I be worried?
Sarin: I don't think so. Unless I'm developing latent telepathic abilities.
Yoko: Freaky. Let's not go there.
Sarin: Alright. But Yoko...remember, we have dinner planned afterwards. Dinner and a movie. And I bought this dress with the assumption that it would be used for something other than a wrestling event. You know me. I wear things once and back in the closet they go for another two / three years.
Yoko: That's great incentive, then, to win this match. Sarin's dress usage depends on it.
Sarin punches Yoko's shoulder playfully.
Sarin: Remember, if all else fails, I can distract the referee long enough for a low blow. Which is totally beneath us, right?
Yoko: Uh, yea, sure.
Sarin glances at her sternly before standing up once more, making for the exit.
Sarin: You know, if fairy tales have taught us anything, it's that small people can do extraordinary things--namely, massacring giants. Like Jack and the Beanstalk.
Yoko: Jack? Pft. It's all about Jill.
Sarin smiles, blowing Yoko a kiss before swishing out of the locker room, leaving Yoko alone to gear up for her match.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:16:02 GMT -5
Segment: An unpleasant surprise… (Credit: Jonny Spade, Senator)
The scene starts off with Jonny walking down the hallway with a close up on his face and a huge smile to go along with it. As the picture zooms out a thin box is shown in his hands. He stops at the locker room and opens the door with his back (since his hands are occupied holding the box) and Damien is in there flipping through channels and quickly glances back to see who it is and then resumes to looking through channels. Also upon entering the room Tidus (his dog, who hasn’t been seen since his encounter with BK) runs up to Jonny and starts to climb on top of him to see what’s in the box. Jonny holds up the box higher out of reach for Tidus and says to him.
Jonny: Down Tidus. Down.
Tidus gets down and stands properly on the floor.
Damien: So Jon, where do you exactly have there in the box?
Jonny lifts the lid up on the box and takes a sniff and says back to Damien.
Jonny: Why, I have a freshly made batch of donuts made from the bakery down the street.
This gets Damien’s full attention now and he rolls over the back of the sofa and stands up to admire the look and smell of the donuts while dusting his clothes off. Jonny then looks over to Tidus and asks him…
Jonny: So T-Man… which donuts do you want to have?
At this point Tidus has climbed on top of the chair near by and looks into the box at all the delicious flavours and Jonny takes out a strawberry filled donut and puts it on the floor for Tidus to eat away at. Doing so keeps him distracted and doesn’t make him slobber over the rest of the donuts.
Meanwhile Damien has taken a double chocolate donut and had started eating away at it and once Jonny finished with Tidus, Jonny grabbed himself as well a double chocolate donut and started enjoying it. After about a couple of donuts were eaten Jonny given Damien a smack to the shoulder unexpectedly.
Damien: What the hell man? Can’t I enjoy these donuts I have?
Jonny: First off these are MY donuts and second, No. you can’t. Now shut up because we got to get going Ginger told me he wanted to see you. He has something to tell you in his office.
Damien nods and stands up and so does Jonny; but before leaving they both take a donut each and make way to the door.
Damien: What about Tidus?
Jonny: Ah he will be okay once he gets to the filling he will probably get that stuff over his fur he will be licking it for a long time. So he will be under control.
Damien agrees and they both make their exit from the room closing the door behind them and walk over to Ginger’s office while still eating their donut...when suddenly, a suit wearing indivudual comes up, tapping Damien on the shoulder.
Damien agrees and they both make their exit from the room closing the door behind them and walk over to Ginger’s office while still eating their donut once in the office they see Ginger sitting at his desk and he looks up to them and he shakes both their hands and then look at a person that hasn’t been seen for awhile in ACW tv.
??: Hello, Mr. King, Mr. Spade.
Jonny: Craig Lewis, weren't you Ginger's apprentice? I thought you were gone.
Craig Lewis: Yeah, and then I came back to work on Fallout! So what? Anyway, Damien, Biff wanted me to tell you that he has a nice Fallout contract waiting for you, with a high spot on the roster guaranteed. I suggest you take it now, or it'll be signifigantly less attractive the next time it's offered.
Damien: I thi...
Jonny: Now wait here a minute! You can't just come in here and tell Damien what to do! Just wondering, why are you only offering him the contract?
Craig: Easy...you're too expensive. So anyway, you want to make the choice this Saturday, Damien, just show up at Fallout. I don't have time to just stand around here on this slow running ACW show.
Craig gets up from where he was sitting and walks out of the office.
Ginger: You know Damien; I think this would be a great chance for you to get your wrestling career properly going. While you have been here in ACW you haven’t had any matches…well proper matches anyways…and while you stay here all you are going to be doing really is just sit around and probably end up eating for most of the day.
Damien: I guess so… I suppose it couldn’t hurt to go to Fallout and check out the next show to see the competition.
Ginger: Great, it’s settled. I’ll give Biff a call to let him know your coming. You may leave now.
Both men get up and walk out of the office and close the door behind them.
Jonny: I’ll come along just incase someone tries to start something with you.
Damien: Heh, alright. But I think I can handle it myself.
Jonny: I know, but I just want to go and meet some old friends myself. Now lets go and eat the rest of those donuts.
They both walk off to end the scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:16:57 GMT -5
Segment: Another Brick... (Credit: Torak)
The disappointment of losing is huge – Jack Youngblood
The disappointment of losing when you know you’ve done better is even worse
There are very few, if any, feelings worse than defeat. The indignity of the realization that one is not the best can scar a person’s pride. It can shatter a persons dreams. It can ruin their life by sending it spiraling downwards with no “safety net” or “parachute” to protect them from landing face first on the reality that is: You are nothing. Someone is better than you. You are a failure.
It is brutally more difficult to accept, however, when you feel you deserved or earned the victory that so painfully eluded you. You feel cheated as all the effort and toil and hard work you contributed to achieving success had gone to waste.
Everybody responds to such a feeling differently; Some may use it as motivation, drive or inspiration. Not content with the bitter taste of defeat they are left thirsty for the sweet flavor of triumph and will use the memory of that failing, chalk it down to experience, to inspire them on.
Others may identify it as the end of their dreams; the slayer of hope and take it as a crippling blow to their self confidence, pride and respect. They allow it to eat away at them, taunted by the memory of disgusting failure, diminishing them into a shell of emptiness, a shadow of their former self and a minute speck on the face of existence.
Then there are those that obsess over it…not only allowing it to eat away at them and haunt them…but wanting it to destroy them mentally…wishing it to rip apart any and all dreams and desires they once possessed. It will play on their mind all day; cavorting in their dreams…and nightmares during the hours that the stars shine brightest.
There are not many of these individuals in existence but one does reside in the very depths of the ACW arena.
The dowdy, dark gray and seemingly soulless brick walls of the dungeon-like room echo the angry, disgruntled and terrifying grunts of seeping insanity that emanate from the host. The growling discharges reverberate around the room, cutting through the air effortlessly like a chainsaw through cheese, with constant huffs of deep breaths exhaled through two nostrils providing background noise.
Torak, needless to say, is not a happy bunny. In fact, it’s safe to declare that he is about as happy as he is a bunny.
He paces around the room with no set path, buzzing around like a drunken wasp playing dodgeball, sweating so profusely that you wonder how long it would take to fill the room up with his exuded bodily fluid. His long black hair is matted and greasy, indicating that he has not had a shower or washed since Fallen Heroes. Personal Hygiene is the very last thing on his mind right now. The drops of sweat that stream down his face all serve as tiny reminders of his tremendous yet ultimately worthless run in the 30 man Battle Royale less than a week ago.
It got worse. What irks him further into a state of psychosis is; The man responsible for ending his seemingly unstoppable reign of supremacy. The man who severed the link between inevitability and reality and inserted unpredictability into the mix. The man who had made Torak feel this way before; crushed and demoralized to a point that he could not face up to the challenge any more.
Torak can’t even bear to mentally utter his name.
“L…L…La…Lat…in….Lat-in-o”
The thought alone crushes his face into a disgusted grimace and fills him with the desire to scrape out his brain to rid his mind of the acknowledgement of the dirty word. Torak has never really liked words, he preferred action, but he has just discovered one word that he hates more than any other. It’s a word he associates with despair, disappointment and dishonor.
Against his will the image of him appears in his mind. Torak clutches his head and squeezes it tightly as if it were a pimple and the cocky, smiling face of his adversary a repulsive build-up of sebum. The only thing he manages to eject is a deafening, gruff roar of agony.
He figures pressure doesn’t work and so instead tries a different method. Extracting it with his own hands. He grabs a clump of his own hair in each hand and with a blood curdling howl yanks out the hair from their very roots leaving two small bald patches on the side of his head. Unfortunately, this method proves as unsuccessful as his previous effort.
Change of plan. He decides to try and force the image out. He begins to pound away at his own head with his fists, still with strands of tangled hair laced between his fingers. Each close-fisted strike seems to be harder than the last and at this rate you expect his skull to cave in from the self-abuse.
Still, it apparently seems, the image is as prevalent as it was when it first appeared and Torak can only take so much more. He somehow manages to spark an idea, which is quite a wonder after all of the punishment his cranium has been subjected to. He realizes that physical torture has no authority over the power of the mind and he can only fight fire with fire.
He immediately attempts to concentrate, hoping to summon the happier memories that he has that involve the owner of the face that haunts him.
He forcibly conjures up a more satisfying image. It is the image of his foe lying motionless, yet undeniably in agonizing pain, following the incidents that occurred after their last meeting in the ring. That image of him, below him as he stands atop the stage, had burned into his mind and remained there for future recall, like a piece of art in a gallery.
Torak begins to relax as the image soothes his mood, gently caressing his mind like a soft hand lightly rubbing across his chest.
He delves further back into his memory bank and invokes another image. It is the same face of he who haunts him…but the expression is very different. He remembers back when he returned to ACW, that moment that he finally revealed himself for all to see after weeks of stalking his enemy. The look on his face then. He wore no grin. His eyes were not beaming with delight. He only showed signs of dread and trepidation.
This image makes Torak chuckle, however, the enjoyment is short lived. The brief lapse allows the painful memories, momentarily allayed, to flood in through the crack created in his mental armor. The flash of a rusty chain, known as the St. Elmo’s Belt, swings by him; an image that seemingly chokes him as if it actually wrapped itself around his thick throat. He falls to his knees, gasping desperately for air as the memories continue to suffocate him.
He envisions the scene from a week ago. To him, it’s almost as lucid as the moment it occurred. He feels he is a part of the moment, knowing full well what is about to happen but cannot do anything about. He can feel the energy drained from him but he is running. His momentum carries him on after a clothesline attempt is evaded. He can see his adversary, clinging to the ropes. It all goes in slow motion for him as he surges toward him with fury embedded in his intentions. However, his target ducks, bringing down the ropes with and subsequently lowering the bridge. He can’t put on the brakes and consequently his momentum takes him over the top rope and crashing to the floor.
The pain of humility injects into his body like a lethal injection and he feels as though his life has ended. In reality, he is writhing and squirming on the cold hard floor like a worm in acid. He roars and bellows in anguish as the thoughts and memories assault him, they bombard him.
The moment of impact begins to repeat on a perpetual loop. Every time he hits the mat is like another crucial blow to him. He is finally no longer able to endure this montage of a humiliating memory and he rises to his feet.
He staggers about in the center of the room feeling disorientated and unsure of his surroundings. Everything is a blur, almost as if he were highly intoxicated. He is heading for a potential dangerous hangover as he grunts dazedly trying to register what he is seeing. He turns 180 degrees, not a wise move in his current condition, and comes face to face with him.
“Latino!” he thinks.
How does he have the audacity to stand there in his presence? Torak boils over with rage and with a stupefied growl hurls himself right at his foe…only to find himself pass right through him, like a ghost.
Unfortunately for Torak, he is little time to react and the momentum of his charge leads him straight into the hard brick wall in front of him. The wall, previously presumed to be fairly solid and nigh on indestructible without the aid of high powered machinery, crumbles with hardly any effort. It merely surrenders under the weight and force of the onrushing beast. A number of bricks, and the mortar that had until very recently held them together, collapse and almost bury Torak who lies in a crumpled heap of torment.
He is completely motionless and exhibits only slight signs of breathing. He seems to be unconscious…but that is probably the best state for him right now. One can only imagine what he will do when he recovers…
If he recovers…
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:17:40 GMT -5
Match 5: Yoko Satoshi vs. Hitman (Credit: Hitman)
The fans are now prepared for the upcoming contest. Philip steps into the ring to do his job.
Philip: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Mount Olympus, standing 7’6” and weighing in at 450 lbs, he is accompanied by his sister Kayla, this is HITMAN!”
“God of Thunder” hits the arena and the fans become unglued from their seats. As the lights turn blue and smoke surrounds the stage, Hitman and Kayla step out to a very nice reaction. They acknowledge the fans and greet them with high-fives. They step into the ring. Hitman ascends to the second rope (his left foot rests on the bottom rope) and raises his left arm to the fans. Kayla gives her brother a hug before leaving the ring.
The music is now replaced by “Flower of Carnage” which sends the fans absolutely loopy.
Philip: “And his opponent, from Okinawa, Japan, she is accompanied by her tag team partner Sarin Rossi and is one half of the ACW Tag Team Champions, this is YOKO SATOSHI!”
Indeed, Yoko and Sarin appear onstage being absolutely showered with cheers. Sarin smiles as Yoko continues her journey down to the ring, carrying her custom World Title belt on one shoulder, her tag title on the other, and with her partner following her close behind (not THAT way, fools!). As they approach the ring, Sarin takes Yoko’s tag belt and offers her some words of encouragement before letting her partner continue on. Yoko raises her arm on the second turnbuckle before hopping down on the ring.
*Bell rings*
Yoko looks up at Hitman. She’s not really accustomed to fighting giants (with the exception of Samhain 2004) but she knows that she can chop down others down to her size. The battle of the squashers so it seems is ready to get underway as Yoko locks up with the big man. Hitman shoves the smaller Yoko down to the mat and slaps his chest, ready for more action. Yoko brings the fight to the monster with a thrust kick to Hitman’s knee. Both Sarin and Kayla cheer on their respective partners/family as Yoko has managed to set up Hitman for an early Pop from Okinawa (Shining Wizard). As she dashes towards Hitman for the kick, she is soon halted by a big hand grabbing her throat. Hitman lifts up Yoko for a chokeslam but the former World Champion is able to slip out and drop Hitman with an inverted variation of an Even Flow DDT. Yoko stays on Hitman for the cover.
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Yoko kicks out on instinct and experience. Hitman does not act surprised that Yoko kicked out as he expected her too. Sarin cheers on Yoko, who is picked up and whipped off the ropes. Hitman prepares for a back body drop but Yoko turns the momentum against Hitman with a swinging neckbreaker. The fans are almost surprised by the counter as Hitman is seen resting next to the ropes. Yoko comes up with a successful Pop from Okinawa that sends Hitman through the first and second ropes and onto the apron. Yoko looks around at the fans then gets a grin on her face. She makes her way to the apron as well and begins climbing to the top rope, her eyes not off of Hitman for a second. Hitman rests on the apron with his head on the top rope. Just as he prepares to step back in, Yoko flies off with a surprising Flying Guillotine, snapping Hitman’s neck off the ropes and sending him to the outside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:18:12 GMT -5
The fans pop for the move delivered by Yoko and she grins. Hitman stirs on the outside as Yoko nods to Sarin. Kayla goes over to check up on his brother but he reassures her that it will be all right. Hitman stumbles up to his feet just as the referee reached six on his ten count. Hitman rolls himself back into the ring but is too tired to stand. Yoko capitalizes on this by making a cover.
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Yoko kicks out, leaving many faithful ACW fans to let out a sigh of relief. The crowd now goes back and forth with “Let’s go Yoko” and “Let’s go Hitman” chants that are enough to drown out any other noise. Hitman picks up Yoko and throws her up once more, catching her with a bearhug that almost squeezes the very breath out of Yoko. She winces in pain and tries to put a stop to this submission hold. Sarin pounds the apron to try to bring Yoko out of it and she succeeds as Yoko slaps both sides of Hitman’s head. A ringing sensation goes throughout Hitman’s ears which loosens his grip. Yoko capitalizes with a tornado DDT that drives Hitman into the canvas. The referee begins the ten count. Sarin and Kayla cheer on both wrestlers with Yoko getting up before six. Hitman is on one knee but is soon brought down with a Russian leg sweep by Yoko who follows up with a leg drop.
Yoko signals for the Flying Guillotine and she rushes towards her big opponent. However, Hitman trips Yoko causing her to fall flat on her face. The fans now know what’s coming and Hitman hooks both arms of Yoko and applies the Stranglehold. Hitman bends over and looks at Yoko clenching her teeth in pain. He chuckles and asks her if he wants to quit when suddenly, he jerks his head up and holds his face in surprise. Yoko is released from the Stranglehold and closer inspection reveals that she had used her Poison Mist to avoid tapping out. Sarin nods at the clever counter.
Hitman tries to wipe the mist off of his face and Yoko realizes she must capitalize on the situation before it’s too late. She does so by going for the Flying Guillotine. Just before contact is made, Hitman grabs Yoko and lifts her up before the move can be completed. She moonsaults back onto her feet and goes for it again. Hitman knees Yoko in the gut before she can even perform her finisher then pulls her in, lifting her up in the Canadian Backbreaker hold. Kayla knows the Silver Bullet is coming as the Hitman fans cheer. Sarin looks on, horrified, as Yoko tries to reach the ropes with her feet in order to stop it but she realizes she is in the center of the ring. Just before Hitman drops her with the Silver Bullet, her second wind comes and she is able to flip onto her feet onto the mat. Hitman looks surprised and is even more surprised when Yoko manages to grab Hitman’s legs from out under him and flip into a jackknife style pin. The referee is immediately on the scene with the count.
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The referee’s hand hits the mat for three just mere milliseconds after Hitman forced his shoulders off the canvas. The fans are confused for a little bit but they are reassured that Yoko has won due to “Flower of Carnage” playing in the arena, signifying yet another victory for Yoko.
Philip: “Here is your winner, YOKO SATOSHI!”
Hitman cannot believe the outcome of the match but nonetheless, he accepts defeat and shows his sportsmanship by helping Yoko up from the canvas and raising her arm in victory. Hitman leaves with Kayla while Yoko and Sarin continue celebrating in the ring.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 16:19:11 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #12 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
October 14th, 2005 Streets of Tokyo
Yoko and Sarin are walking down the street, singing doo wa diddy diddy dum diddy doo.
Not really. They’re just walking down the street. Yoko’s twirling her much smaller than normal croquet mallet in one hand, and twirling her kato mask around a finger on the other. Sarin is playing with her fan. A crowd is gathering at the grocery store where the robbery took place. No one bothered to follow, or dared to follow the two.
Sarin: I can’t believe we just did that. We did NOT just do that. We…We could have been killed!
Yoko: But we weren’t! And it was fun. I told you we could do it.
Sarin eyes the little croquet mallet.
Sarin: Where did you get that, anyway? Why’s it so tiny?
Yoko: It’s a childrens’ mallet. My big one is so unwieldy in public. This one can fit in my jacket. What’s with the fan? I’ve never seen a fanarang before.
Sarin: Neither have I, I’m surprised it worked. Maybe we CAN do this.
The kato mask spins off of Yoko’s finger and she reaches down to get it.
Sarin: So uh…Gatogal? What in the world is that? You know that’s a KATO mask, right? It’s not a GATO mask.
Yoko: I’m going to borrow a pair of Yuki’s old cat ears. Gato is Spanish for cat. If people think I’m a Spanish schoolgirl, they won’t connect me to Yoko Satoshi.
Sarin: That does make sense.
Yoko: What about you? What’s “Frost” supposed to mean?
Sarin: Oh, I have an idea.
Sarin stops and looks at the store they just passed. A hair salon.
Sarin: In fact, hold that thought. Let’s get our hair done!
Yoko looks at her slightly puzzled, but then grabs a piece of her own hair and looks at it.
Yoko: I guess I do need some straightening.
They enter the salon.
A few hours later, Yoko gets up from the salon chair and looks at her freshly straightened hair in a mirror and smiles. She pays the beautician and looks around for Sarin. Her jaw drops.
Sarin is a blonde.
Sarin: I can tell by the look on your face that you’re either really, really upset, or really, really shocked.
Yoko: Definitely…Definitely one or the other. What’d you do?!
Sarin: Frost! Get it? Now people won’t link Frost to Sarin.
Yoko: Until they find out Sarin is a blonde, too.
Sarin: I’ll wear sun glasses or a kato mask or something, I don’t know. You don’t like it?
Yoko: It looks…different. Really different.
Yoko reaches out and touches Sarin’s hair, running her fingers through it.
Yoko: It’s so…blonde.
Sarin: Well, it IS blonde, you know.
Yoko’s eyes trail down Sarin’s body.
Yoko: Are you blonde…I mean, did you…down there?
Sarin laughs and kisses Yoko on the forehead.
Sarin: Still a brunette down there, Yoko. Still the way you like it. I wouldn’t change that color, it’s not like we’re displaying that to the public as crime fighters.
Yoko: So we’re really doing this thing, then?
Sarin: I suppose so!
Yoko: Criminals beware, Gatogal and Frost are on the prowl!
Sarin: You’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?
Yoko: Yes!
Sarin: Perhaps we should go home first?
Yoko: Right.
They set off to the airport. The adventure has just begun!
To Be Continued…
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