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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:19:07 GMT -5
Segment: Absorbancy + = Success! (Credit: The Complex) The alphatron bursts into color, awakening those fans who have been a little…let’s say unsatisfied with the events that have taken part so far tonight. However a loud sound that sounds not dissimilar to a brass gong being hit with a stick echoes around the arena, and the sound catches the attention of the fans, who turn towards the alphatron, giving a half-hearted cheer, hoping that the person behind this might be someone such as the Undertaker, or to a lesser extent, the Iron Sheik. However low and behold, they get no legend. In fact they appear to succeed in getting anything at all, as not a soul walks through the alphatron. However the lights dimmer slowly, but smoothly to a point where they are totally off. The sound system begins to play what sounds like a traditional Arabian tune. Nothing spectacular and nothing that will blow up your ear drums, but just a simple tune.
The alphatron shows a dark maroon flag waving in the background, swaying slowly, with the writing in a typical Arabic style, saying ‘The Complex’ fading in on the flag. The words fade away into the flag, and the flag then fades away into a setting that looks very unfamiliar to many in the crowd. The setting is a desert, and it’s the middle of the day as the sun becomes even more of a burden to those being forced to suffer in its rays. A group of people are then seen in the endless seas of sand, all holding a rope over their shoulder and pulling slowly a crate that has been either dropped to the floor or left by someone. They don’t look to be slaves, but people obviously desperate to getting the crate to its intended place. Suddenly, one of the men collapses in the sun. Three of the men rush over to try and treat him. One of them pulls out a water flask, opening the man’s mouth and pouring bittersweet nothing into his mouth. The man looks up and the man in front, who looks to be his leader. The leading man sordidly shrugs his shoulders and tells the men to continue, for they cannot get far behind in the heat.
The camera fades to a long-distance view, where it shows the six remaining men pulling this crate along the desert floor. They are vast approaching an Oasis, and one can hope that it’s not a mirage. They slowly pull their crate, but with a lot more enthusiasm as they hope to find a water hole at their target. Foot by foot they pull, using all their might, until they reach their target…and the mirage disappears. The men collapse, their hard efforts floundering. But a sound can be heard from over the distance, almost like a grunting noise. A camera fades to one following the action, and it shows two men standing in the middle of the heat. One of the men is shouting something in Arabic, and is wearing Arabic clothing, but next to his feet is a box full of water bottles.
But the second man is the most striking person. He holds a weight over his head, shakes a little, and drops it into the sand. He is also wearing all-black, including a black mask, which is extra significant, absorbing the sun’s heat to full capacity, causing more stress and humidity for the hidden wrestler. He then bends over, grabbing the weight again and lifting it over his head. The other man shouts something more in Arabic, before noticing the camera. He smirks at the camera, as the masked wrestler continues his extensive training.Man: Hello ACW. My name is Ali Daei. I will bring to you this man here. He is a man of perfect proportion, of perfect training, of perfect discipline, and most of all, the finest sculpted wrestler ever produced on God’s green Earth. Don’t judge him by a dark match debut. The Complex is ready to take Alpha Championship Wrestling by storm, starting Warfare, Monday 12th June. And on that date, you will truly feel the wrath of what The Complex is truly capable of doing! Daei continues to laugh, as his client behind him continues to lift up the powerful weight underneath the blazing sunlight. The scene is almost a little chilling, as the music cuts off finally, and the lights switch back on. This leaves the arena with no action currently going on, but indeed plenty of talking points to be discussed amongst each other as the camera fades out, cutting to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:19:48 GMT -5
Match 7: Flower Power vs. Senator & Latino
Only two matches remain on the evening’s “to do” list, but they’re both crowd-pullers in every sense of the word. Philip sets dutifully to work.
Philip: Tonight’s penultimate match is a non-title tag team match set for one fall with no time limit. Introducing first, from Washington DC, he is the founder and spiritual leader of the Senatorial Stable… Senator Steve Philips!
”Hail to the Chief” plays, and the crowd does indeed rise as one to salute the Senator who enters through his traditional streams of tickertape. Not being one to hold proceedings up, the Senator walks directly to the ring and enters, and the fans continue to cheer loudly so that the guys in the booth have to hold off cuing in the next piece of music for a good minute or so. Things do of course finally calm down a bit, but instantly kick off again when…
“OOOOH, Latiiinooo!”
Philip: And his partner for this evening, from New York City he is the #1 contender for the ACW World title at Omega Effect… Victor “Latino” Laureano!
Despite once again being freshly strapped up, Latino comes out shaking his shoulders and shimmying to the beat of his entrance, and the whole audience grooves along as he makes his way more or less toward the ring. Latino enters carefully through the ropes, and he and the Senator exchange a few words unheard by the cameras in the centre of the ring.
The ringside crew hurry to get back in position as “Flower of Carnage” plays, and the crowd cheers just as loudly as ever for the entering tag champs.
Philip: And their opponents, from Okinawa Japan, they are the current ACW Tag Team Champions… Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi, collectively known as Flower Power!
With their belts (all four) over their shoulders, Sarin and Yoko make a very impressive entrance and the fans all lean forward trying to get a closer look. Latino and Senator move back to let the ladies enter, and they show off the gold a little before passing it all to the referee, who manhandles the metal and leather over to one side where crewmembers are waiting to take it.
With the match ready to get underway, Latino steps forward for his team, and after a quick discussion Yoko comes to meet him. The others go to their corners, and the crowd pops as the referee signals his readiness for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Yoko and Latino start to circle one another quickly; each knows that the other is a formidable opponent, and both want to make a strong start to what promises to be an extremely tightly fought contest. Latino is the first to attack, deciding that his chances are better while Yoko is still settling into a natural rhythm, and he moves close to lay down a few sharp forearm blows, pushing Yoko back toward the ropes. Yoko is extremely quick on her feet though and refuses to stand still, causing Latino to have to twist and turn to try and keep up and this causes him to mis-read his opponent and spin straight into a kick to the ribs; as Latino momentarily flinches, Yoko uses a jumping knee to further stun her foe and then whips him into the ropes, going for a standing dropkick. Latino guesses roughly what Yoko’s intentions are and grabs the ropes to prevent himself springing back; seeing this, Yoko dashes forward and goes for a second jumping knee, but this time it’s Latino whose timing is better and he uses a back bodydrop style lift to send Yoko arcing out of the ring. Yoko manages to turn and protect herself from the worst of the impact but the landing is still jarring, and Sarin looks a little concerned. Grabbing the chance, Latino runs back to his corner and switches swiftly with the Senator, who surprises everyone by entering the ring and then immediately sliding out again, coming to meet Yoko as she is approaching the apron.
Yoko isn’t expecting such a bold move by her opponent, and Senator is able to deliver a stinging selection of knife-edge chops before using a Liberaliser (Full Nelson Bulldog/Faceplant) as a counter when Yoko tries to fend him off. The crowd cheers, and the Senator rolls Yoko back into the ring to make the first cover of the match – Yoko kicks strongly before the 2 count, and nips back on to her feet with a speed that the Senator can’t quite match. Yoko hits him with a couple of mid-kicks and then uses her Russian legsweep while the Senator is unbalanced from these; knowing that a pin would be unlikely to succeed Yoko instead hops back up and delivers a running, Hogan-style leg drop to a pop from the fans. Now the odds are better and Yoko makes a cover; the Senator throws an arm up at the 2 count and, with Yoko in close proximity, he quickly throws that arm over Yoko’s neck and restrains her while he gets back on his feet. The crowd gets excited, and the cheer is massive as the Senator demonstrates his rolling Vertical suplex to inside cradle pin combination; Sarin already has one foot through the ropes when Yoko manages to break free at the 2.5 mark, and she calls for the tag as Yoko pulls herself back up on to her feet. Seeing this, the Senator makes a grab for Yoko’s arm and whips her toward his own corner, but Yoko won’t be put off as easily as that and she accelerates, running at the post and kicking into a flip so that she lands and simultaneously ducks the Senator’s clothesline attempt. The fans applaud her acrobatics, and Yoko runs back to her own corner to tag Sarin in.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:20:07 GMT -5
Sarin hops over the ropes, and at once has to sidestep as the Senator comes forward quickly to try and catch her unawares. Coming close to the opposition’s corner the Senator is wise enough not to allow himself to get trapped, and instead moves toward the nearest neutral corner of the ring. Sarin is eager to get to work and she runs to the ropes, jumps up off of the second and comes off diagonally to deliver one of her famed hurricanranas; it connects, but the Senator’s probably taken more hurricanranas than he’s listened to debates in the upper house, and he rolls expertly to minimize the impact, rising back to his feet far more rapidly than Sarin is expecting. Knowing that he needs to make these chances count, the Senator lets fly with a succession of fresh chops and then uses a dragon screw to start weakening his opponent’s mobility; Latino, poised on the first rope, offers the tag and the Senator opts to accept it now while Sarin is getting back on her feet. The switch is made and Latino runs along the apron a little way to enter the ring at a neutral corner; this has the effect of letting him get in close before Sarin sees him and Yoko calls out to warn her partner of the new threat just in time. Sarin immediately protects herself so that Latino’s first stream of punches is blocked, but Latino isn’t put off and he grasps Sarin’s arm and whips her to the ropes. Such a move seems like a gift to the Flower of Chaos, and knowing that Latino is close Sarin hits the ropes and uses them to launch herself into her springboard corkscrew clothesline. The crowd roars… and then redoubles its output of sound when Latino stands his ground, catches Sarin and twists her around into a sitout powerbomb directly into the pin. The referee drops and counts, 1…2….- Sarin kicks free just before the 3 count, and a large proportion of the audience sighs with relief.
Latino is not put off; he puts his energy to good use and gets back on his feet, and aims a couple of stomps at Sarin’s knee joints continuing the pattern begun by the Senator. Sarin, however, is regathering her thoughts and she has a couple of things to show her opponent; she rolls backward to create the space she needs for a Rin Wheel, and as the elbow drop connects Latino instinctively rolls on to his front to prevent a pin. Sarin smiles, and at once grabs Latino’s arms, crossing them over in front of his neck and then pulling upward to complete her crossarm camel clutch. The noise in the arena rises; Latino is being choked by his own limbs, and his arms are restrained even though he’s not that far from the ropes. The fans shout, some willing Sarin on, others calling to Latino and encouraging him to fight back. Latino forces himself to focus, and can hear the Senator encouraging him and telling him not to panic (Latino can’t see his partner, but the camera angle shows the Senator crouched on the apron with one hand on the middle rope, keenly observing what’s going on). As the referee asks Latino if he submits, Latino shakes his head, and then slowly draws his legs up so that he’s kneeling with his upper body pressed to the mat by Sarin’s weight. But unlike some of the larger superstars, Sarin’s press is not immovable… and Latino proves this spectacularly as he gathers his strength and then rears back, lifting Sarin momentarily before bridging straight back. Unsuspecting, Sarin doesn’t move in time and ends up with her shoulders on the canvas; the referee counts, 1…2… and Sarin kicks free at the pivotal moment as the pair separate. Latino leaps up, and on pure adrenaline hits the switchblade cut to a great roar, he makes the pin, 1….2…- but again Sarin breaks away, and she needs no vocal prompting to know that now is the right time to tag. Yoko is ready and waiting, and it looks as if this match might end the way it began…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:21:30 GMT -5
The hold has taken its toll on Latino and he needs to make a switch of his own, but Yoko is well aware that Flower Power’s best chances of winning rest on not allowing this to happen. Yoko whips Latino back into her own corner, and holds the ropes to use trapping shoulder-rams against her foe as Sarin encourages her on. Taking a chance, Yoko re-tags Sarin and the crowd yells for the Rinko Kick; Latino looks dazed as the pair wind up for the move, but at the pivotal second he ducks and Sarin and Yoko’s legs clash together. Latino scrambles for his corner, but Sarin is alert and dives to grab his ankle, tripping him; Yoko helps to pull him back and then nips through the ropes so that she can be tagged once again by Sarin, who duly obliges. The switch is made and now it’s just Latino and Yoko; with Latino struggling to rise, Yoko hits the Flying Guillotine and the fans think it’s all over as Yoko makes the cover, 1…2…- but no, out of nowhere comes the Senator to make the save and the fans are beside themselves as the Senator runs to the ropes and then hits Yoko with the Partisan Kick on his return before rolling out of the ring to avoid the wrath of the referee. Latino hauls himself to make a cover, the referee counts 1….2…thr- Yoko somehow kicks and the fans can’t believe it, this match is still live! With Sarin and the Senator hollering from the turnbuckles, both Yoko and Latino fight their way back on to their feet; Yoko can see that Latino is vulnerable and takes a run at him, going for a crushing jumping kneestrike, and Latino desperately deflects Yoko, whipping her away from him- and straight into the referee. Yoko isn’t heavy enough to KO the ref entirely, but he’s knocked off his feet and as he and Yoko get up, Latino finally makes the tag to a huge roar from the fans-
-And the Senator storms into the ring, capitalizing on Yoko’s fatigue to stunning effect with the Filibuster. The entire audience marks out, and the Senator smiles as he makes the pin… but the referee refuses to count, he didn’t see the tag and thinks that Latino is still the legal man! Confusion reigns, and Latino jumps back into the ring to argue his case… but the referee isn’t having any of it, and as Yoko groggily rises, Sarin sees a chance to act. With the referee trying to get Senator to leave the ring, Sarin slips into it and is taking a run at the assembled group so that by the time Senator spots her, it’s too late. Sarin jumps up and uses a bicycle kick to send the Senator backward into the ropes, and then tackles him to the outside; at the same time, Yoko readies herself and then puts everything she has into a second Flying Guillotine on Latino. The crowd goes bonkers, and Yoko strains to hold the pin as the referee counts, 1…..2…..3-
Latino kicks, but this time it’s just a fraction too late. The bell rings, and the entire audience stays on its feet clapping and cheering.
Philip: Here are your winners… Flower Power!
Latino is disorientated as he tries to stand up, and Yoko reaches out an arm to prevent him toppling over; as the referee raises Yoko’s hand Latino is obviously disappointed, and the same is true of the Senator who is back on his feet on the outside with Sarin standing a few feet away. The two pair have a great deal of respect for one another, however, and they shake hands before Latino leaves the ring and Sarin enters it; Flower Power have all their belts returned to them and they hold them up proudly to the fans, enjoying their celebrations as the show fades out to its final break of the evening.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:22:21 GMT -5
Segment: The Ghost Reverie (Credit: Hunter)
Two faces transpire beneath the coffin of his dreams as he muses at it longingly. He thinks to himself how a lonely coffin can bring one peace in the afterlife, and he knows that he will eventually learn its secrets. The faces smile hideously at him, attempting to cordially invite him to this sickly abode; but alas, he wants none of it. He steps away from the coffin quickly as the faces chase him down the hallway. He knows he cannot outrun such perfection, and he must not even try…and yet he presses onward.
His eyes may be closed but he can see them rapidly gaining. Lost are the days of spring, where he could simply sit idly by and allow nature to take its course, flinging him into its tepid torrent of woe. His limbs ache as he continues to rush away from the faces that chase him, and he is casually relieved when he sees them fade from his sight. He thinks how he can stop this getaway, whether it may be through a simple word or atonement…but still the faces press onward. When will they stop?
This moment is his, and he must make the most of it. And then one flawed step, and he falls down into the abyss for all eternity. The darkness surrounds him and cools his blood, and for once he is relaxed. But then the image of the coffin appears once more, and he cannot help but widen his eyes and look at it in pure shock. What is inside? He wishes to simply rip it open and glance through it, but no answer is ever that simple. Nothing in life has ever been simple for him, and he knows it. He can clasp all he wants with his arms, but that will not help him contain his grip.
His spirit paints sins for every possible damnation that he escapes. The shadows continue to stalk him from atop as he floats freely down the abyss, and he wonders if he will ever escape. But no, no such luck can ever greet him. He is a thief, and the drapery falls over his innocence as the journey continues. He is confused, and there is never a remedy for such complications. The silence of his seclusion pulls him farther down, guiding him closer to pain. But he cannot continue falling. He WILL not.
Where is he now? The house smells of death and prolonged torture…what place does he have here? But oh well, he does not ponder this as much as he could. Instead, he is simply relieved that he is gone from the hellacious abyss. But could this house be worse? He cannot move, and so he must simply wait for the answer to this question. But is this the answer worth the wait?
He tries to rip free, but the immense pain that arises from his feet keeps him chained. He looks down and sees nails, and from them drips blood. He is trapped here forever, wherever “here” may be. Never again will he spiral down to such a place…such a hideous place. And then, just like that, the nails are gone. He can move, and he does so swiftly, charging at the first window he sees. He leaps through it, hoping to plummet to his demise, unable to handle the remaining shards of his sanity.
But he does not fall. Instead, he flies, much to his own bemusement. He flies over the bright lights, the only truly visible things in the blackest of night. These lights…he knows them. But of course! This is humanity that he sees below him, under the bleak night. And just as they always do, the lights die out. No, they do not fade; they simply shatter, leaving splinters below. He lands on the ground and begins to walk on this solid surface, his legs buckling and his feet bleeding from the broken glass, causing the music of echoing chaos to reach his ears.
He tries to concentrate once more, as this newly acquired sound may help him wake. But alas, no such thing happens, and instead he lapses further into his misery. And suddenly, the glass is gone, and before him instead is a pool of black water. He walks up to its ledge and looks into it, unable to see anything…and then the water clears. And what he sees is his own face, clearly on the edge of sanity. Like the wings of a dove, he folds around himself and attempts to care for his sanity, only allowing three words to escape his frozen lips:
Hunter: …let it be.
But it will not. His own portrait fades away, and the once black water turns crimson red. He takes a sullen step backwards, shocked by this sudden change. And then the land disappears from under him, and he falls into this crimson pool. He tries to move his arms in anyway to keep him afloat, but it is not enough, as he sinks deeper and deeper into the crimson. And before him now is a pair of ruby eyes, somehow not blending in with the water. He tries to look into them…but instead they disappear.
His heart burns tremendously, and finally he is able to relax, if just for a moment. He is back in that house of death, a place where he does not want to be. But now he is in another room, and this room looks all too familiar. Suddenly, a single drop of liquid appears midair and looks at him. He knows it is a mirage, and he knows that he should not pay attention to it. And yet he does…and he cannot take his eyes off it. It floats around the room nonchalantly, never once planning to escape his glance.
And then it does. Certain goals are not forever, and certain stains can always fade. It disappears out of the window, and he runs up to the window quickly to look outside. Outside there is a dark figure, a sovereign reaper that wields its main instrument in its right hand. The figure looks up at him and a dark smile creeps across its lips. It is trying to tell him something, this he knows.
It raises its left finger high, pointing at the details that he does not see, forcing him to think. He must remember this scene somehow. If only he could paint it down, remember it just as it is. But no, he does not possess the proper equipment. The figure reaches into its dark cloak and procures a pen and paper, still smiling. It’s taunting him, this he realizes quickly. It knows what he wants, and so it treats these objects as if they were nothing, treats them like a joke.
Hunter moves his eyes quickly, remembering every single detail, framing a mental portrait in his mind. It is as if he is documenting his future while a stranger looks on. This is a tragedy, and he knows it. And it can get even more tragic, as his eyes once again fall upon the dark figure before him. It puts its finger down and holds up a fist. And then it rotates this fist and gives him what appears to be a “thumbs up.” He is confused by this action instantly…until:
?: Boom.
The thumb comes down at that exact moment, and the figure disappears, and the house disappears with it. Hunter stands alone in a quiet field, looking around, far from understanding and close to confused. And then the sun sets forever over his vision, and he comes back to where it all started…
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Senator: Match time, Hunter.
Hunter opens his eyes and looks around the room. Before him he sees his friends and stablemates, all of them gathered around him warmly. He gets to his feet and slightly rubs his eyes while they look on.
Scott: Have a good sleep?
Hunter stands still and is silent for a moment. He knows the answer.
Hunter: No, not really.
His friends chuckle, and one by one they begin filing out the door. But he wasn’t joking. All the way down to the ring, the only thought that he carries with him is the image of that conniving black figure. What does it want? And will he ever know what it wants? He closes his eyes one final time, attempting to bring himself back to peace. And for a moment, he finds it.
But then he comes back to where it all started…
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:22:58 GMT -5
Segment: Lumberjack Rolecall! (Credit: CA)
As the scene opens, we get a blurry shot of what appears to be something brown. Slowly the camera comes into focus and we notice that the blurry brown thing is a familiar desk. The camera pans away from the desk and now focuses in a shot with members of the Corporate Alliance standing next to each other against a wall. They stand around in a very lackadasical matter, and now the camera gets a shot from the side of them as BK walks into the shot. The first one he approaches is the first one down the line, Dan "The Welsh Dragon" White.
BK: Dan White.....It seems from last Saturday at Spring into Hell that Jake Cheng made the right choice drafting you into the Corporate Alliance. That Hell in a Cell match at Spring into Hell was a testament to the strength you have, and the strength the Corporate Alliance needs. And tonight, I'm going to need you to hold onto that strength. I realize you have a match against Jake Cheng tonight, and a two out of three falls match at that, but we have to make sure tonight our winning ways continue. Do you have my back tonight?
Dan: I have your back out there 100% BK, we're going to show the Senatorial Stable who's the top stable around here.
BK: Excellent.
BK walks down the line and he stops right at Dan's opponent for tonight, Jake Cheng. Jake looks up at the leader of the Corporate Alliance, with a serious look.
BK: Jake Cheng.....at Spring into Hell, you didn't show what you were made of. You lost for the second time to some masked idiot, who appeared to be Santiago in the end. Now I understand that you were caught off guard, but there is no excuse for you to lose in ANY situation. But Spring into Hell is over now, I expect you to make Santiago pay for making the Corporate Alliance appear to be FOOLS! I expect sweat, blood, and even tears from Santiago, so he shall pay for what he did. Do I make myself clear?
Jake:......yes BK.
BK: Now I understand that YOU tonight go up against Dan White. As I told him, I expect you to have one of the matches of the year with this two out of three falls match, but I also expect you two not to go overboard and kill each other in this match. Tonight we save the killing for the Senatorial Stable....
Jake: And I can't wait for that....TONIGHT.......
Jake looks from side to side in his dramatic pause.
Jake: .........WE HUNT! .....I've always wanted to say that. Now I feel like going on some long dramatic plot twisting journey.
BK chuckles to himself before walking over to the last person on the line, the person who has been the most loyal to BK London, while ironically BK gives him the most grimacing look. Predator sticks out his chest, and looks up at BK, not looking into his eyes.
BK: What the hell are you doing?
Predator: I....I was just...
BK: Put in that chest, this isn't the army.
Predator exhales and a little gut appears to be showing. BK notices this and doesn't look too happy.
BK: Look at you Predator, looks like you've been packing on a few pounds huh? Too many Corporate cheeseburgers?!
Predator: Well sir...you see I-
BK: SHUT UP!!
Predator:.....
BK: Now I will be the first one to thank to all your contributions and help in the stable. You are always there when I need someone to "even the odds" in a match. But while you have done this, you are the laziest person in this stable. You think this is some free ride or something? The ladies, the money, the luxury rides. I have given them all up to you and you repay me at Spring into Hell by being the first one eliminated by some Senatorial crony. You out of all the members here have disappointed me the most, because you have so much potential yet you don't use it. You have yet to make an impact, you have yet to take charge in anything in this group. Now, tonight we have the Lumberjack Match....I have no problem knowing you have my back. But start thinking of life after this match....start thinking. Now I have to go prepare for my match, I'll see you all out in the ring.
BK walks out the office along with Kiley and neither Jake or Dan can look at Predator. Predator can't believe what has just been said to him by his mentor, by his teacher. He takes a deep breath in and leaves the room following BK, possibly to reflect. Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:24:03 GMT -5
Segment: It’s a TREE TRIMMER, By The Way (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Fade in on a rusty, or bloody, buzzsaw. It’s not spinning, it’s just there. As the camera pulls back, we see it is the weed whacker blade. As it pulls out further, Sarin can be seen holding the item, swinging it around and lunging, as if fighting invisible foes. Yoko is on her couch, switching between watching Sarin and typing something on her laptop.
Sarin: What possessed you to keep this piece of junk, anyway?
Yoko: I thought it might come in handy one day, so I took it with me when Pain Inc was ended. I probably also thought I’d be sticking it to Ridley by taking his weapon of choice, but I don’t think he ever noticed it was gone.
Sarin: Well, it DID come in handy. But why do they call it a weed whacker? It has a saw. It’s a-
Yoko: I know. It’s a tree trimmer. We were scared to correct him, he called it that. So we called it a weed whacker too. Or Excalibur. Or Masamune. He switched trimmers once.
Sarin: Do you plan to keep using it?
Yoko: I don’t really enjoy cutting into people…I just thought that Hunter deserved it.
Sarin: I can understand that. What about Rattlesnake?
Yoko looks confused.
Yoko: What about him?
Sarin: Word on the grapevine is that you’ve got a match with him on Monday.
Yoko: You’re joking.
Sarin: “The New Main Event Killer versus The Old Main Event Killer.”
Yoko: And what grapevine did you hear this on, exactly?
Sarin: Oh, I just…hear things. Are you going to tree trimmer him? He’s pretty cocky.
Yoko: Probably not. He’s earned his cockiness, which is a rare thing. Unless he disrespects either you or I before then, it should just be a standard fight.
Sarin: I have faith in you winning, anyway. It’s been over a year since your last loss!
Yoko smirks.
Yoko: I hadn’t noticed.
Sarin: What are you doing over there?
Yoko: Listening to Yuki rant about how awesome we are for defeating Senator and Latino.
Sarin: Ah! I forgot!
Yoko: Forgot? How could you-
Sarin: Not that! We said we’d go to dinner. Remember? And you’re paying.
Yoko: Oh! Right…We should get ready, then.
Sarin sits Masamune on the floor, walks over to the couch, and sits down on Yoko’s lap, blocking her view and reach of the laptop.
Yoko: And what are you doing, exactly?
Sarin: I’m going to talk to Yuki before we get ready to go, I miss her.
Yoko: On my lap?
Sarin: Yes. Deal with it.
Yoko wraps her arms around Sarin’s waist and rests her hands on her legs. She slowly creeps her hands up her thighs.
Sarin: Do your worst, Yoko Satoshi! I’m still going to talk to Yuki.
They both smile as the camera fades out.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:24:55 GMT -5
Match 8: Hunter vs. BK London – Senatorial Stable vs. Corporate Alliance Lumberjack Match (Credit: BK / Hunter)
We return from the commercial break to find Philip standing in the ring. The lights dim and the crowd cheers for a moment, if only for the ever-inviting prospect of another match. And after a few seconds, the festivities begin.
Philip: This next match is scheduled for one fall, under Senatorial Stable versus Corporate Alliance Lumberjack Rules, making his way to the ring weighing in at 245 pounds from Rochester, New York, accompanied by the Senatorial Stable, Hunter!
"These Walls" plays and Hunter comes out. Fire explodes all around him and when it disperses he is holding his hands high. As he struts down the ramp to the ring, he is accompanied by Senator, Scott Andrews, Rattlesnake, Bre McKey, and FSX, the rest of the Senatorial Stable. All six superstars slide into the ring and Hunter climbs to the top rope, taunting the fans while his stablemates lounge around the ring. Hunter hops down from the middle turnbuckle and walks to the middle of the ring with the Senatorial Stable positioned behind him.
Philip: And his opponent, making his way to the ring weighing in at 237 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York, accompanied by the Corporate Alliance, B-K London!
"Hold Ya Head" by Notorious B.I.G. sounds through the speakers and the arena lights flicker fro the second time tonight and finally the pyro hits, which brings BK out onto the stage. The members of the Corporate Alliance pour out from backstage, standing by his side and they look stronger than ever. BK London walks down to the ring before sliding in under the bottom rope in which the Corporate Alliance follows. He meets Hunter in the center of the ring with the Corporate Alliance behind him and it's a regular stable stand off in the ring. The crowd knows that at any moment these two factions could explode into battle, but they choose not to at the moment. Both stables exit the ring and spread out on their respective side.
Bell Rings.
Hunter and BK have yet to make the first move in this match, but the words are flying back between the two. It appears Hunter makes the first move when he slaps BK across the face to an "Ohhhhhhhh" from the crowd. BK raises his head back up and returns the slap with a right hand to Hunter's jaw, Hunter recoils and now the battle ensues. The pair begin to exchange quick paced blows, each hitting their target but in the end Hunter gets the upper hand being the more experienced brawler of the two. Hunter manages to get BK in the corner and continues to pummel him with a barrage of right hands before landing a big right hand that almost knocks BK out of the ring. The crowd is on Hunter's side throughout the beginning of the match, being the lesser of two evils, and Hunter follows up with a hard chop to the chest before whipping BK into the opposite corner. As BK hits the corner, Hunter charges at him like a bullet but is met with a giant boot to his face. Hunter recoils from the boot shot and BK positions himself on the middle rope. He dives off, attempting a Double Axe Handle shot but Hunter catches him with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Holding his groin, BK has no way to defend himself from the giant lariat from Hunter and he is laid out on the mat. Hunter quickly goes for a cover but BK manages to kick out right after two. Hunter picks up his adversary and rests him on the ropes before chopping him hard in the chest one more time. BK's knees buckle from the hard chop and Hunter picks him up again before chopping him in the chest one more time before sending him into the ropes. BK rebounds off the ropes and Hunter attempts a Hip Toss but luckily BK counters that into a Tornado DDT, spiking his head into the mat. BK pushes Hunter over on his back and hooks the leg but Hunter kicks out after two also, which infuriates London. He picks up Hunter and starts pummeling him with combos of punches, chops, and European Uppercuts until he gets him into the corner.
He sets up Hunter on the top rope, and the crowd anticipates a high-risk maneuver from BK, but Hunter has other plans. Hunter starts kicking BK repeatedly in his face and the Triple Crown Champion recoils. As BK shakes off the kicks he approaches Hunter again and Hunter blasts him with a hard shot in his jaw before putting him in a Front Face Lock. It look like Hunter is going for a Tornado DDT of his own while he is position on the middle rope but by thinking quickly BK simply throws Hunter off him as they turn around. Hunter lands on his feet like a cat and just as quick BK attempts the Shades of Michaels and Hunter ducks. As BK turns around looking for Hunter, Hunter hits him with a stiff kick to the abdomen and now lifts him up for the Paradise Now. BK thrashes around, as he knows Hunter's moveset, and rakes Hunter in the eyes to free himself from his grasp. BK slips off Hunter's shoulders and he combats with a Waffle Face, driving Hunter's face into the mat. BK rolls Hunter on his back again and he makes a very nonchalant cover, thinking he has this in the bag. The referee begins to make the count but unaware to the referee, the other half of the Kings of Satire places his buddy's leg on the bottom rope. As RAF comes down to count the third he spots Hunter's leg on the bottom rope and quickly ceases the count. BK looks over to see Hunter's leg and FSX strutting off and puts two and two together. BK rises up and walks over to the ropes where he begins trash-talking FSX, and FSX argues with him as Hunter recovers. Hunter grabs BK from behind and delivers a German suplex to BK, while bridging up for the pin; luckily BK kicks out right after two to preserve his place in the match.
BK holds his neck as he gets up and he staggers over to the ropes where Hunter clotheslines him over. Luckily for BK it's the Corporate Alliance's own corner and he's safe for now. Dan and Jake help BK up to his feet, and Predator walks over with a bottle of water for BK to drink from. BK guzzles down on the water and Kiley begins massaging his shoulders while in the ring Hunter has a “WTF?” expression on his face. BK thanks his partners and returns in the ring to face Hunter again. BK walks straight up to the face of Hunter and disrespects him by slapping him across the face as Hunter did to him earlier. Hunter charges toward BK, attempting to clothesline him but kicks him in the gut and whips him into the ropes. As Hunter hits the ropes Predator pulls Hunter's leg. Hunter turns around and tries to grab Predator but Predator narrowly gets away. As Hunter is preoccupied by Predator, BK runs up behind Hunter and tosses him over the top rope right into the Lion's Den. BK uses this chance to distract the referee while the Corporate Alliance initiates a beat down on the former ACW Champion. The crowd boos the Corporate Alliance very heavily and the Senatorial Stable can't watch as they attack their leader any further and they head to the other side. RAF slides out the ring and begins screaming at the Senatorial Stable, telling them to get back to their side while the CA continues the beat down. Hunter begins to fight back to the delight of the crowd, decking Jake, Predator, and Dan down but his momentum is ended when BK baseball slides him in the back, sending him rib first into the barricade. Hunter wails as he holds his ribs in pain and Dan tosses him back into the ring in which BK covers him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:25:24 GMT -5
RAF is a little late on seeing the cover but he runs in and starts to count nonetheless. Whether Hunter kicked out on his own power or whether the delay caused him to recover a little to kick out is unknown at this point, but BK is furious. BK mounts over Hunter and starts to punch him repeatedly in the face, which initiates the five count. BK rises up after three and simply stares a hole through RAF for a few moments before returning back to Hunter. BK picks up Hunter and Hunter starts to mount an offense by punching BK in his abdomen. BK holds his gut and charges toward Hunter again and Hunter delivers another punch to his gut. Hunter now fires at BK's abdomen with a flurry of rights and lefts before hopping up to a vertical base and cold cocking him with a right hand that gets a huge pop from the crowd. BK rises up again and Hunter takes him down with a clothesline. BK rises up again and Hunter takes him down with another clothesline, and then finally a third. The momentum has definitely shifted to Hunter as he now picks up BK and whips him off the ropes. BK comes off the ropes and Hunter manages to crush him with a powerslam on the mat. Hunter hooks the leg of BK and RAF slides over to count but only gets a two count. Hunter rises up and runs his hands through his hair before looking at the referee for confirmation on the two. Hunter wastes no time picking up BK this time and whipping him into the corner. BK bounces out of the corner due to the impact and Hunter bounces off the ropes and attempts to hit a spear (not to be confused with the Killer Spear, otherwise this match would be over) but BK moves out of the way. Hunter is nearly sent out of the ring but he grabs onto the ropes, stopping his running. BK scoops him up from behind and he attempts to hit the Lungblower but luckily for Hunter he holds onto the ropes and BK lands on the back of his neck. The crowd cheers for Hunter and he now starts to climb to the top rope. What move could Hunter be attempting to hit from this position the crowd and lumberjacks wonder? Well, we'll find out soon, won’t we?
Hunter reaches the top rope but BK springs up like a cat, Angle style, and runs up to the middle rope before decking Hunter on the middle rope. Hunter returns the right hand with a right of his own, and soon enough the two are engaged in a brawl on the top rope. Hunter gets the upper hand and BK begins to reel. He holds onto the top rope but the combo of headbutts and punches from Hunter is loosening his grip rapidly. Predator takes matters into his own hands and he runs up onto the apron and distracts Hunter. Hunter's partner FSX will have none of this and he runs up on the apron behind Predator. Now Predator and FSX are engaged in a fight on the apron and FSX pushes Predator into Hunter, who is on the top rope. The rope shakes and BK loses his balance and drops backwards off the top rope onto the canvas and Hunter falls on his groin. Hunter flips forward from on the top rope and falls down to the canvas himself and now the stablemates of the fighters pull them apart. Back in the ring, both superstars are out in the ring and it's anyone's game here.
Both men stagger simultaneously, attempting to get to their feet and bring about a quick end to this match. They both get to their feet at the same moment and pause for a second, staring deep into each other’s souls. Hunter cracks his neck and smirks, and BK simply cracks his knuckles while waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. This opportunity never comes for him, however, and instead Hunter launches at him full force, striking him at the base of his left leg. BK’s leg slightly buckles, and Hunter uses this distraction as a way to jab a fist into BK’s gut. BK bends over from the strike, and Hunter grabs him in a side headlock, preparing for his trademark Thunderstorm. But BK has already thought ahead, and so when Hunter rotates for the DDT part of the move, BK grabs him and slams him down for a spinebuster…but come on, give Hunter more credit than that. The Master of the Counter expected this much from his opponent, and so he quickly grabs his legs and arms on the way down, perfectly putting him in a small package pin. The members of the Corporate Alliance are startled at this fast action, but are quite relieved when BK rolls out of the pin. He tries for a swift dropkick, but Hunter bats his legs away and grabs him in a sleeper hold. BK feels a loose grip, and so he instantly escapes…but this is his fatal mistake. Hunter predicted such an action, and so when BK turns around, Hunter grabs him tight and throws him over the top rope into the hands of FSX and Scott Andrews. The two drop BK with a quick thud, and BK slowly opens his eyes to see the Senatorial members above him.
BK: …oh…shit.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:26:01 GMT -5
More accurate words have never been spoken. Scott and FSX instantly begin their kicks, sending as many as they possibly can into BK’s side. BK stumbles up, and the two move aside. For a moment BK thinks that he is safe…and then a strong-armed chop comes from above, nailing him directly across the chest as RS smiles. Revenge is a dish best served cold. BK gets up only to be nailed with a few punches from RS. Back in the ring, Hunter takes a deep breath and motions into the ring, and so his friends and stablemates comply and roll BK back into the ring. Hunter kicks at BK a few times, and then steps back and just takes some more breaths. But this break may have been a mistake he will later come to regret, as it has given the perfect amount of time to fully recover, and so when Hunter approaches him again, BK strikes. He springs up and gets Hunter in a side slam position, then nails Hunter with a swift London-Plex. He knows full well that Hunter won’t stay down for long, and so he runs at the ropes, jumps onto the middle one, and leaps off for a lionsault, a move that one does not see him do often. But Hunter is well ahead of him, and so he quickly raises his knees up and smiles as BK flies directly into them. Hunter kips up and blocks a clothesline from BK, then lifts him up into a suplex position, a position that can lead to a variety of moves from his part. BK tries to think quickly, and deducts that Hunter does not plan on using the Shotgun just yet. And so he takes a risk and pulls himself downward, and action that slightly surprises Hunter. BK lifts Hunter up into his own suplex, but Hunter falls down behind BK, lifts him up for a backdrop, and then falls backwards, forcing BK’s head directly into the mat.
The crowd cringes, and Kiley is forced to turn away in horror as Hunter cockily covers. And then somehow, by the miracle of God, BK kicks out. Hunter turns around only to be poked in the eye by the newly recovered “sole survivor”. Hunter stumbles back as BK charges at him, nailing him with a variety of punches. Hunter blocks one and tries for the Jew Driver, but BK pushes him away and grabs him in a front face lock. He signals for the Revolver, and leaps up into the air to nail the move. In an act of tremendous athleticism, Hunter flips down and rolls out of the move midair, causing BK to get more than just a little angry. Hunter runs back and bounces off the ropes, then brings himself back to BK and tries for the Dynamite. But by now BK is infuriated, and perhaps out of pure desperation he throws Hunter up during the Dynamite, attempting to nail him with the Shades of Michaels. Hunter sees it coming and moves away, but what he did not see coming was BK’s next strike, which turns from a punch to a chop to the chest, and which then is turned into a powerful B.K.O! BK quickly covers…but it’s just not enough. BK curses to himself as Hunter kicks out once more, and then deciding not to waste anymore time, he launches Hunter over to the other side of the ring. He then follows him in a run, and when Hunter turns around BK throws a tremendous clothesline his way. Hunter quickly drops down, making sure to bring the top rope down with him. BK flies over the top and ends up flying into Predator, who catches his mentor rather quickly. Hunter does not intend to let BK rest, and so he runs back at the ropes and comes back, leaping out of the ring in a picture perfect suicide dive!
It is only now that Hunter realizes he made a fatal error. In theory, yes, he prevented BK from resting. But at the same moment, he ended up in enemy territory without much defense. Now all he can do is hope that a miracle comes his way. And lo and behold, help arrives. Scott flips off the apron and tackles the newly awoken Dan and Jake, sending them down to the ground below. Hunter pushes Predator away and turns around, expecting to see RAF yelling at him from the ring. But then he sees that RAF is too busy talking angrily with the Senator. The Senator shoots a quick glance Hunter’s way and smirks, and Hunter takes advantage of the distraction. BK is attempting to do the same, and without Hunter even realizing it, he reaches under the ring in the hopes of getting a weapon. But unfortunately for him, something else awaits under the ring. FSX throws his fist forward and chuckles as it connects with BK’s forehead. BK stumbles back and Hunter quickly grabs him, and then rolls him back in the ring. Scott notices RAF turning around, and so he quickly rolls under the ring along with FSX, and the two go back to their side. Hunter rolls into the ring just as RAF turns around, and everyone’s beloved referee is thrown into quite a tantrum as the Corporate Alliance begin yelling at him for not doing his job. The only thing that saves this from turning into a mass brawl is the quickness of BK, who takes the advantage and rolls up Hunter. RAF counts…but alas, the match continues.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 1, 2006 16:26:24 GMT -5
Hunter gets to his feet at the exact moment BK does, and both throw right hands at the other, and both end up connecting. Both stagger back, and then turn back, attempting a swift kick to their opponent, an action that ends with the two of them kicking each other in the side. BK attempts another kick, but Hunter simply pushes it away and tries to grab BK in a simple side slam position. But BK will have none of this alliteration, and so he pushes Hunter back and elbows him quickly in the forehead, which causes Hunter to spin around. BK gets him in a full nelson, which Hunter knows can lead into many moves from BK’s arsenal, so he decides not to risk anything and instead smacks BK with his free hand, a distraction which is just enough for him to take advantage of, giving him the free opportunity to slide down and land on his back. BK refuses to allow the full nelson to break, and so Hunter uses his strength to flip BK over his head and get him in a sit-out pin, but BK breaks the hold early enough so that he can roll up from the pin, and Hunter springs up at this exact moment as well. Hunter tries for a step-up enziguri, but BK ducks the kick and lifts Hunter up for the Waffle Face. Hunter knows that this move is nearly impossible to reverse, and so he does no try, simply hoping that the impact will not be as painful as other impacts can be. And then the remarkable happens, as BK instead decides to surprise Hunter by dropping him and hitting him with a German suplex. But this Hunter can fully reverse, and he quickly flips over BK’s back and runs at the ropes. He charges at BK and launches his leg forward for the Floyd Kick, and at the same moment BK turns around for the Shades of Michaels…and both kicks are dead on.
The fans shout their excitement and cheer at the immense spot that just took place, and both men slowly crumble down to the ground. RAF begins his count, and somewhere on the outside Kiley slaps Predator on the back, motioning towards the ring. Predator gets onto the apron and starts yelling at RAF, but the referee refuses to stop his count. Dan and Jake both noticed this, and so they hop onto the apron and start yelling at RAF, and as patient as RAF can be, he cannot take so much yelling, and so he stops the count for a moment and starts yelling at the Corporate Alliance. The Senatorial Stable notices this, and so they quickly all jump onto the apron as well, yelling from the other side of the ring at each other. RAF tries to take control of this, but it just is not enough as the yelling continues. Hunter and BK slowly sit up, clutching their heads. They look at the mass arguments around them and they know what must be done. The two leaders give one single glance and nod to their stablemates…and all order is thrown out the window. It’s anarchy as man after man after the occasional woman charge into the ring, connecting with a variety of punches and turning the match into an all out brawl. And finally RAF has had enough, and he waves at the timekeepers, announcers, and other officials wildly. The bell rings, but this does not stop the brawl in the center of the ring as the fans look on in complete confusion. But as always, the voice of reason comes breaking through the mass chaos, and the first understandable thing is heard for the first time in a long time.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, due to outside interference and a lack of order, this match has been declared a NO CONTEST!
The fans slightly boo this announcement, and their reason for doing so is completely understandable. After all, not many people would like to see an intensely competitive match such as this one turn into a mass brawl with no rhyme or reason. But there is reason, needless to say, even if it is hidden in the darkest corners of the mind. Jake and Scott continue to exchange punches in one of the corners of the ring, neither one of them ever gaining a clear advantage. RS has started to brawl with BK, still hoping to get an early revenge for what happened to him at Spring Into Hell. Predator and Fallen Souls both exchange a variety of strikes in the names of their friends and occasional tag partners, but besides that no one has clearly gained a significant advantage. The fans cheer as they see Bre and Kiley meet up in the center of the ring. The trash talking commences instantly, and no one could argue with Kiley. Instead, Bre slaps Kiley hard across the face, prompting the latter to leap onto Bre and…well, you know the definition of a “cat fight.” Hunter and Dan White take a few moments to stare at each other…but then there is no peace whatsoever between the two as they exchange punches mercilessly, causing the other to bleed from a variety of places on the face. The Senator holds his ground, standing in a solemn corner, not wanting to get caught up in any needless brawling. But there’s always a way for that.
BK pushes RS away and whistles quickly to Predator, who is able to gain a quick advantage over FSX and send him down to the mat. Predator turns around and grabs RS, and holds him tight. BK marches through the crowd of viciousness and sees the Senator standing alone, and without even thinking BK throws a clothesline the Senator’s way. Due to his being in the corner, the Senator is not as highly affected by this strike as he could have been. He shakes his head and looks up at BK…and smiles. He grabs BK’s arm and punches him in the side, then throws him into the corner and unleashes a wild flurry of chops, the likes of which one has never seen stateside. With every chop comes more pain, and BK’s eyes almost fly out of his head as the pain reaches its peak. And just as quickly he decides he wants no more, and so he ducks down and slightly chuckles as the Senator chops the turnbuckle. BK delivers one swift kick to the gut to the Senator, and then rolls out of the ring.
BK looks around the ring and sees that enough damage has been done for now, and so he whistles once more, bringing all the attention to him. Jake flies over the top rope at inhuman speeds while Predator simply runs out of the ring as fast as his little legs can take him. Kiley rolls out of the ring and staggers back mere seconds before Bre rips off her top in anger (much to the disdain of the men in the crowd). Dan is the only one left in the ring from his stable, and at this point he does not care. His furious strikes startle his friends and enemies as he and Hunter simply continue to hit each other one at a time. No one dares move as this heated rivalry blows up, and the hits just come faster and faster. But eventually, BK knows that it must end, and so he takes it upon himself to run down to the ring and tap Dan on the foot. Dan knows what this means, and swiftly he launches his foot up and kicks Hunter, sending the latter flying into his stablemates. And with that, Dan drops down and rolls out of the ring, following BK and the rest of his stable backstage for what one could hardly call a “celebration.” They disappear behind the curtain momentarily as the Senatorial Stable regroups in the ring. When they are sure that their casualties are few, they also leave the ring one by one. None of them are very happy with what ended up happening, but the person who is clearly the most infuriated is Hunter. It has been a while since he has seen Dan White in combat, and for whatever reason, today felt different. Today, Dan White was not an opponent. He was an enemy…and Hunter cannot afford to allow any of his enemies the comfort of breathing. And now his next course of action is clear…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by hunter on Jun 1, 2006 16:27:18 GMT -5
Awesome show of awesomeness, all. To the Anniversary Show!
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Post by Jake on Jun 1, 2006 16:30:13 GMT -5
WOO HOO, Amazing show.
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Post by BK London on Jun 1, 2006 16:31:36 GMT -5
Can't wait for the Anniversary show now! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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Post by Torak on Jun 1, 2006 16:32:41 GMT -5
Great show. Pity I wasn't on it
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