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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 15:56:33 GMT -5
Segment: Surprises and revenge! (Credit: Logan)
Security is shown in the back still trying to calm down Logan Locke and him, Kelly, and Bambi are storming around that back.
Logan: You tell that miserable fuck and that dyke to come back here right now so we can finish this! I don’t want to wait till our match!
Chairman Gingerdude walks up through the security guards with a smile on his face as Logan gives him an evil look.
Logan: Hey, you’re the one who made this match so why don’t you finish what they started?
Ginger: Relax buddy, everything is going to be ok. You'll never have to deal with me or XS3 again because if I remember correctly you said you would quit if XS3 and his partner beat you and Doom, so boys....GET HIM OUT OF HERE!
Logan starts protesting as the fans start chanting "nah nah nah nah...nah nah nah nah...hey hey hey...GOODBYE! Bambi steps up and the security stops for a moment.
Bambi: ACTUALLY, Mr. Chairman, Logan Locke technically does not have to quit. Logan said that he would quit if XS3 could find any MAN to beat him and doom, and despite popular belief, Sarin is NOT a man. So if you dont get your goons off my client, I will make sure life becomes a living hell.
Gingerdude realizes his mistake and tells the guards to let go. Logan puts his sunglasses on and applies his million dollar smile. He brushes his shoulders off and walks up to Gingerdude.
Logan: See now, it's my time, and like I said last week, no one and I mean NO ONE is getting in the way of my Legacy. But don’t get your thong in a knot, we are going to leave now. (turns to leave before stopping and turning around again) Actually I need you to deliver a message. Tell XS3 just like he had 2 surprises for me this week, I have a surprise for him next week. And boy is he going to love this one, if he survives the night!
Logan turns and Kelly takes his arm as Bambi J. leads the way and the threesome leave the ACW arena. Gingerdude shakes his head and it is quite clear that Logan is starting to build some momentum in ACW and his "era" may be approaching as he gains more allies.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 15:57:06 GMT -5
Segment: The Truth Behind Okinawa....? (Credit: FSX)
Monday, June 5th, 2006. Soon after RDK vs. FSX
Fallen is seen in a state of pure fury, making his way through the back. It looks as if he thinks he was screwed over, yet again, or at least that's what you would assume at first glance. On this occasion, he appeared to be harboring a greater feeling then one of a simple defeat... Distraught, he pushes his way past a few crew members, just to find that his locker room is being blocked off.
FSX: What the hell is going on now?!?!
Crew Member #1: Mr. Anderson has told us this room is under investigation
Crew Member #2: EXTENSIVE Investigation.
FSX: How's this any different then what he was doing before?!
A loud crash is heard from inside, and Fallen's eyes widen as he apparently knows what has broken. He closes his eyes tightly, before attempting to rush the door.
FSX: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT! WHAT GIVES HIM THE PERMISSION TO BREAK ALL MY STUFF?!?!
Crew Member #1: They say he found something 'TOP SECRET' in there, and he's trying to find leads?
FSX: Pfft, I doubt it! All that's in there is a change of clothes and some movies.
Crew Member #2: What kind of movies..?
FSX: Just stuff from my international trips... ....wait..
Fallen looks away, cursing too the ground. It appears he JUST remembered something that could...be considered top secret. Knowing that it could very be the video he was showing Kevin, he appears to have a renewed vigor in getting in to his locker room and TAKING KEVIN OUT before Ginger learns of any of it.
Quickly trying to think up a way of getting past the moronic crew members, it seems that in the end there is only one choice...
FSX: You know, you guys really do great work around here...I've never seen the halls cleaner.
Crew Member #1: We're not janitors…
FSX: Ohhh...and the lighting is always superb!
Crew Member #2: We don't do the lights either!
FSX: Well, what do you do?
Both Crew Members: We...uh…
They both look at each other, and then frown...realizing they don't even know what their jobs are. A few moments later, they find themselves talking with each other over what their position in the company is...as Fallen makes his way past them and into his locker room.
Sadly, upon entering his room, his greatest fears were realized. Kevin had already been able to destroy it in the twenty or so minutes he had been gone...and it was obvious he had watched the end of the video that he had told him not to. How was it obvious? It was paused at the ending of the video. That was really the least of his problems though, as all of his personal belongings were sprayed about everywhere. Whether it be Rubber Goro arms, or the old framed junior title (Which MUST of been stolen from Jack Fury somehow.) it was everywhere. The only thing that couldn't be found in the room was Kevin Anderson himself, but it soon became evident that he was clumsily looking through the remains of Fallen's closet.
Kevin: Nothing…nothing else on that match!
Fallen shook his head, trying to suppress the rage that would surely get him fired, as he slowly made his way up behind Kevin. He wasn't sure exactly what he should due with him, but he knew he had the right to KICK HIS SORRY ASS for watching the end of that video. Instead of succumbing to violence right away, he figured he would attempt to stop Kevin from ever telling Ginger about this.
FSX: ...Find anything interesting?
Kevin: Not really so far, but the end of that video just tells me something happened I need...too...know...
Kevin slowly turns around, greeted by a smiling Fallen Souls, who gives him a small wave. Kevin laughs to himself for a moment, before letting out an ear shattering SCREEEEEECH!
Kevin: H-how did you get in here!? I had people guarding the door!
FSX: They're contemplating their lives right now...what the hell are you doing in my closet? Better yet, WHO THE FUCK SAID YOU COULD WATCH THE END OF THAT VIDEO?!?
Kevin: I...I had to know what happened...I had too..
There is nothing but fear in Kevin's eyes, and Fallen considers just playing it safe and taking him out, but refrains.
FSX: Well, you saw…and it was nothing.
Kevin: I...guess
FSX: Now get out.
Kevin: ...What? No beat down?
FSX: Just get out, and keep this between us…and I promise you won't have another concussion.
Without another word, Kevin is seen high-tailing it out of there. Fallen shakes his head watching him leave and begins to pick up his things, sighing to himself. He knows that it's more then likely Kevin will tell Ginger, but it was inevitable. He didn't know just how he would deal with it yet, but he knew he would get by it as long as Ginger didn't contact Misawa...and if he did, things would simply have to play out naturally...
Before the scene faded out, the words 'I didn't mean to..' are heard muttered by Fallen Souls... What could have happened?
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 15:58:05 GMT -5
Match 3: Rattlesnake vs. Anthony Kalb (Credit: Jonny)
As the scene cuts back to the main arena, Phillip stands in the ring and waits for his signal before announcing the first participant in the third match.
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall…making his way to the ring first he weighs in at 277 pounds…from Orlando, Flordia, USA….RATTLESNAKE!!!
The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around and smirks. He slowly raises his arms to boos from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He smirks and jumps down.
Phillip: And the opponent…he weighs in at 245 pounds…from Houston, Texas, USA…ANTHONY KALB!!!
Anthony comes out from behind the curtain as “Money” by Pink Floyd plays on the PA System to a round of boos from those at ring side. He flips them off and then rolls into the ring and waits for the bell to ring before doing anything.
*Bell rings*
Both men look at each other with intense looks in their eyes. Suddenly Anthony’s eyes turn wider and almost pop out of his face due to how scared he is from Rattlesnake. This is because Rattlesnake comes charging at him with quick like speed and gives him a thunderous clothesline to the chest of Anthony knocking him down to the mat hard. Rattlesnake then looks to end this quickly by going for a Wrath of the Snake but Kalb is quickly aware of what is happening (or going to happen for that matter) and quickly slithers from the grasp of Rattlesnake and slides under the ring ropes and sits on the apron to catch a quick breathe from Rattlesnake. While Kalb was doing this Rattlesnake just stood their and smirked to himself as he watched where Anthony was going.
Rattlesnake, in a cocking like manner, walks over to where Kalb had ended up taken his breather for a minute. He reaches over the ropes and down to grab Anthony by the head only to receive a few clubbing blows to the head and neck area of Rattlesnake. This made him stumble around a bit and this gave Anthony a chance to stand up and take a couple of last second breathers before reaching over to get Rattlesnake by his head this time and go for a suplex. Unfortunately for the Capitalist, this plan is quickly cancelled because Rattlenake is able to counter that suplex attempt and lift up Anthony over the top for his own and lets him hang around upside down for a bit, and then he drops him foreword on top of the ropes letting his knees hit the ropes and then lifts him up once again to complete the vicIous vertical suxplex to Anthony.
He then picks up Anthony and walks behind the dazed opponent and hooks around his waist and then does a signal for the Poisonous Venom (Chaos Theory – rolling German Suplexes; last one with a pin) and then executes 2 perfect ones before going for the pin with the German Suplex and the ref goes down for the pin and makes the count as the crowd counts along with the ref..
ONE!…. …. TWO!…. …. THR—Kickout!
The crowd lets out a long TTTTWWWWOOOOO count as Kalb is getting up from that bridge attempt. Surprisingly though Rattlesnake stands up as well still holding on the waist of Anthony Kalb, and it seems that Rattlesnake would go for another round of Poisonous Venom on Anthony but he is able to block the move by hooking his leg around the back leg of Rattlesnake. After a couple of tries of shaking his leg loose and failing to do so, Rattlesnake then gives him a shot to the back of the head and bends him foreword and grabs his arm and pulls it through the legs and sets him up for a Pump handle Slam, which connects perfectly.
He then decides to get down onto the mat and he sits up the opponent and then starts to apply the Wrath of the Snake (Ground Tazzmission) to Anthony Kalb, and once Kalb notices what the situation its to late because the submission hold is locked in and there is no escaping the hold…and The Capitalist has no where to go in that ring and has no other choice but to tap out from the pain.
Phillip: Here is your winner by submission……RATTLESNAKE!
Rattlesnake releases Kalb; he looks pretty pleased with his win, and respects the Senator’s wishes by not taunting or otherwise hampering Kalb as he gets back on his feet. In fact, the pair even share a rare handshake before Kalb leaves, and Rattlesnake enjoys the moment celebrating his win before the scene fades to a commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:00:26 GMT -5
Segment: Welcome to the family… (Credit: Tornado)
Tornado is seen pacing outside massive wooden doors, the wood stained dark as possible with black decoration and hinges. Couple the ornate decoration with the massive size, at least 20 ft tall and 8 ft wide, and what you get is massively impressive. However, Tornado seems more interested in the floor as he repeatedly paces back and forth. A close-up on his face reveals a nervous expression and small beads of sweat. His head snaps around as the large door creaks open, showing the figure of John Luca Viani who beckons for Tornado to follow him, he duly obliges.
We follow Tornado into a dark room lit only by 4 lamps, one in each corner. Cigar smoke hovers in the air and 10 men surround a central desk, the same colours as the door through which Tornado has just entered. Looking around, the walls are painted in a deep red and all trim and fittings are black, the effect created is one of luxurious comfort and power. Tornado strides up to the desk and kneels, taking the extended hand and kissing the large sovereign on the middle finger, the traditional mark of respect.
Tornado: Godfather…
Tony Capelli brings his index finger to his slightly wrinkled mouth, instantly silencing the man before him; a gesture that radiates power and confidence from a man who you wouldn’t disobey even if he told you to put a bullet in your own skull.
Capelli: You have served the family well and it is time for you to be rewarded my son. From this moment you have achieved the rank of Capo, but please note, with great power comes great responsibility. You will take charge of a crew within the ACW organisation and it will be your job to make them, and yourself, champions. Success equals money but also pride. If you fail this task I have entrusted to you I will take it as a mark of disrespect…something I do not take lightly.
Tornado: I understand…and of course, I accept this great honour you have entrusted me with.
Capelli: We must discuss what name you will take. It must be an authentic Italian name…’Tornado’ simply doesn’t fit the bill.
Tornado: I plan on using the name of my late Grandfather, Roberto di Veroli.
Capelli: Ah, a wise choice. Your Grandfather was a good man who served this family well. May he rest in peace.
Tony Capelli bows his head as a mark of respect to Tornado’s deceased Grandfather.
Capelli: Now we must talk business. Of course, three men are not enough. My godson will make up the numbers and become member number 4 of your crew. I’ve been told he possesses a lot of talent.
He turns to a man at his side.
Capelli: Bring him in.
The man hastily makes his way out of the massive double-doors and promptly returns. He is followed by a man whose face is completely hidden from the audience by the shadows. Tornado clearly likes who he sees, a small grin forming on his face.
Tornado: You don’t need to introduce us, we’ve met…inside the squared circle. He easily has the talent needed to make it to the top; he’ll make a good addition to the stable.
The camera slowly tries to focus on the shadowy figure but before it can get a clear shot of the face one of the large gentlemen pushes the camera man out of the room, desperately trying to get a shot of the unnamed person. The most the camera gets to see before the large doors slam shut is the hand of this gentleman slowly shaking with Tornado as we fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:00:48 GMT -5
Cartoon Segment (Credit: TORF)
Red is shown backstage in a room watching (of all things) a Reds game. He is whooping and cheering at a play here and a play there. He grumbles and throws his remote after something didn’t quite go his way. Behind his a figure enters the room.
Backstage worker: Red, there are some kids here to see you.
Red snickers: Yep….send them down.
Red turns to see something else not going well and walks over and smashes in the TV with his custom made baseball bat. After a few moments, 4 kids come racing into the room.
Stan: Hey dude, can I have your autograph?
Eric: Can I have something to eat?
Kyle: Shut up, fat ass.
Eric: HEY!
Kenny: Mmm mm mmmm.
Red: No. You weren’t brought down here to collect autographs. You have stuff you need to get done.
The boys and Red gather around and discuss their ideas away from the camera. After a while, the boys finally break the huddle and race out of the room. Red walks to the door and watches them race down the hall.
The boys get to the locker room area and look around for their target. They spot a figure that is facing away from them, digging through his locker. They run up to him and wait for him to turn around.
Boys: Hey, chef.
Chef: Hello, childr…..what the hell?
Stan: Can we hear a song?
Chef: I’m not even that chef.
Eric: What’s for lunch?
Chef: I’m not a chef.
Kenny: Mm mmmm mmm
Chef: What the hell did he just say?
Stan: He wants to know why you’re not at school today
Chef: What the hell is going on here? Why are you doing this to me?
Kyle: Dude, screw this. You suck. Let’s get out of here before this guy gets all angry and stuff.
The kids race back off down the hall. Chef goes to the doorway and watches as they head into a room where Mr. Red resides in.
Stan: Now can we get an autograph?
Red: No. Get the hell out of here.
Stan: Dude! That’s not even cool. You told us to go mess with that guy and we don’t even get any reward?
Red picks up his bat
Red: You say you want a reward? I got something here for you.
Eric: Screw you guys….I’m going home.
Stan: No, hold up fat ass. We did something this guy asked us to do and we want something in return.
Red stances up, swings and connects with Kenny. He goes flying out of the room and crashes into the wall outside.
Kyle: OH MY GOD, YOU KILLED KENNY!!
Stan: YOU BAST….oh, he is ok.
Kenny comes crawling back into the room
Stan: You know…I learned something today…..
Red takes a step toward them. They all let out a scream and race out of the room and down the hall. Red steps into the doorway to watch them down the hall.
After they are gone, he turns around to see Chef down the hall looking at him. Red smirks down at him and begins to wave his bat in front of him, threatening with it.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:02:08 GMT -5
Segment: Old Timers and New Horizons (Credit: Rose, Senator)
Jack Conner’s boots are older than quite a few of ACW’s finest competitors. Even though they’re worn and ancient, he simply can’t bear to part with them. They just don’t make them like they used to. That’s what he tells himself as he almost ritualistically laces them up as he has done hundreds of times before. In a lot of ways, the boots reflect their wearer… They just don’t make men like The Outlaw too much these days. In his relatively short time in ACW, he’s proved to be an honorable man, a willing teacher, and most of all a good friend. In fact, one of the first friends he made upon entering ACW is knocking at his door right now. None other than Steve Phillips, The Senator himself.
Jack: Come on in, I ain’t busy.
Senator walks through the door and his quick to hold out his hand towards his old friend.
Senator: Hello, Mr. Connor, sure is a nice day for a match, eh?
Jack gives The Senator a nice firm handshake.
Jack: Why howdy, Senator Phillips… I didn’t I’d see you until our match.
Senator: Seeing that I had a bit of time here in between working on those blasted bills, I thought it would be appropriate to stop on by here.
Jack scoots over a little ways on the bench to make room. The Senator takes this unspoken invitation and takes a seat next to his fellow veteran. Then, while also still in the midst of lacing his boots, Jack fills Senator in on things he already knows, and even a few things that he doesn’t.
Jack: Well…I’ve guess I’ve been better. My title shot didn’t go exactly like I’d hoped. AK scouted me out a lot better than I thought. Hell, on the top of that…well…you saw my son.
Senator: Yes I did. He is quite the formidable fighter, as I have seen from his time spent in Zero One MAX, Apache Pro, and elsewhere. Ruthless sucker, he is, though. I do not mean to be rude or disrespectful here, but it seems to me that you did not properly instill a sense of the Commandments in him, particularly that one talking about honoring your Father and Mother...
Jack: I haven’t had a chance to talk to him in so long... I only wish I knew what has gotten into him…
I mean, I didn’t even want to fight him back at Spring Into Hell. He backed me into a corner, just like he wanted to. Even after what happened then, I still don’t want to fight him…I don’t want to lose what little family I got left, y’know? I hear that he’s gonna challenge me at Omega Effect. I think that’s my chance. If I can get that damn hammer and that woman away from him, then maybe…just maybe…I can get through to him.
Senator: Perhaps you just might be able to pull it off. I truly hope that you can. If nothing else, just go out there and give that brat the spanking he so soundly deserves.
Conner grins at Senator, takes his hat off for just a second, and uses it to slap Senator on the shoulder. He puts his hat back on and jokingly taunts his younger opponent.
Jack: Don’t think I’ve forgotten about our match tonight though. I ain’t goin’ easy on you just cause’ you’re suddenly an old timer now. If you’re lucky, I might even lend you my old rocking chair after the match! I used to love that thing back when I was old.
Senator: Sir, I would be insulted if you would take it easy on me. As short as my career has left, I only consider it a true honor to face a legend like yourself before it closes out. And do not be suprised in the least if I decide to take you up on that last offer!
The two competitors both nod and chuckle for a moment as the Senator rises, vigorously shaking Connor's hand, and departing from the locker room.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:03:26 GMT -5
Match 4: OnlyRedsFan vs. Scott Andrews
The show is approaching its halfway point, and the fans’ enthusiasm shows no signs of flagging as Philip returns to the ring.
Philip: This is a non-title singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable… the Scarlet Assassin, Scott Andrews!
The ever modest Assassin walks out on to the stage and ramp with a cocky smile as "Anasasis (Xenophontis)" plays; the cameras pick up a shot of an attractive female fan holding a sign that says, “I want some Scarlet Fever!” as Scott makes his way to the ring. He enters and circles the turnbuckles, raising his arms before coming back to the centre of the ring.
Philip: And his opponent, from Columbus, Ohio… he is the current ACW Entertainment Champion, the OnlyRedsFan!
”Reptile” plays on cue; Red looks to be in good shape after a tough title defense on Warfare, and he jogs to the ring with his belt over his shoulder. Scott makes eye contact and the pair have a short staredown as the referee takes the belt for safekeeping; then, with everything set, the ref gives the OK for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Scott and Red waste no time in getting down to the business of knocking the stuffing out of one another. The lightweights exchange a flurry of kicks, and then Scott ups the ante by using his fists to drive Red back into the corner. The referee cautions him for closed punches, but Scott just shrugs this off and starts to repeatedly drive his shoulder into Red. The crowd is split over who to support here, and the evenness of the contest is underlined as Red elbows his way free and then hops up on the second rope to use a swift flying clothesline and knock Scott to the mat. Scott jumps back up without delay, only for Red to use a leaping Lariat to reunite him with the canvas; this time Red tries a surprise pin and gets close to a 2 count before Scott responds and kicks free. Showing their speed, the two men are up again in the blink of an eye and Scott starts to take control, striking Red repeatedly in the body with multiple kicks and then making the crowd pop with the Reload (Dragon Whip). Scott covers for a count of about 1.5; Red throws an arm up, so Scott uses a very fast elbow drop and tries again, this time achieving a 2 from the referee.
Red is slightly dazed, and so he rolls himself to the ropes and uses them to rise quickly. A reaction from the fans causes him to turn, and he sees Scott rushing forward to try and knock him out of the ring. Turning to one side, Red uses an armdrag to send Scott over instead, but Scott grasps the rope with his other arm and somehow gets his feet to the apron. With Scott on the outside and Red inside, the pair trade forearm blows until Scott scores a sharp hit to the forehead and is able to drop and jar Red’s neck against the rope. As Red struggles to recover, the crowd pops massively as Scott performs his DDP-style “gunsight” taunt, and then performs his Springboard Heat Seeker (Front Flip diving neckbreaker). The pin follows, and for a second the crowd thinks it’s over as the referee counts 1…2…- but Red gets his shoulder clear, and there is a notable cheer from the fans, who want to see if the ET champ can get back into this match. Red gets up, and makes a swinging motion with his arms in the style of a batter coming on to the field, showing that he’s got more to offer in this contest.
It takes a hell of a lot to intimidate Scott, and he advances on Red with his arms raised aggressively; Red though is not put off, and lays into his opponent with a series of kicks before slipping around to execute a rear neck lock (Orton style) backbreaker. Scott is visibly hurt by this and Red makes a pin at once, the referee counts 1,2- Scott kicks and is back on his feet in no time. For the next 3 minutes or so, the action swings back and forth, with the advantage changing hands regularly until quite by chance the pair draw close to the ropes. This time Red doesn’t make any mistakes and dropkicks Scott in the chest to send him over the top; he follows up at once with a mighty plancha to the outside, but Scott just barely rolls out of the way and Red smacks into the thin outside matting. The referee begins his count,
1…
2…
3…
Both men slowly rise, and trade punches to give a handful of fans a most intimate view of the battle until Scott finds a gap and swings Red around against one of the posts, launching into a barrage of fury strikes.
4…
5…
6…
Trapped and not enjoying it, Red gathers his energy and launches himself into a mini-spear, bringing Scott to the ground.
7…
8…
Red makes a break for the ring, but Scott grabs his ankles and pulls him back before he can fully re-enter it. The count is almost expired, and Scott suddenly has a flash of inspiration…
9…
The Head Shot comes out of nowhere, giving Red no chance whatsoever to block it. Red collapses, and Scott dives back under the ropes at the last possible second.
…10!
The referee waves his arms and calls for the bell, which rings to signal the end of the match.
Philip: Here is your winner, via countout… Scott Andrews!
Scott grins as the referee holds up his hand; sometimes, thinking laterally is the best way to achieve victory. On the outside Red stands back up, and looks annoyed at himself… but he takes his ET belt and holds it up defiantly, with a “you didn’t pin me!” smile. Scott just smirks; a win is a win, and he looks pleased with this victory as the crowd applauds the match.
Fade out to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:06:05 GMT -5
Segment: Allied by fate (Credit: Rose/AK)
”Dammit, put them back on. This is funny.” – “Doc” Holliday as his boots were removed
As the next scene begins, the camera finds Alicia pacing along the backstage corridors; she has a bottle of water in her hand which it seems she’s just acquired from one of the vending machines set up to cater to the needs of the roster. Humming absent-mindedly to herself, she is snapped out of her internal thoughts by a voice off to one side.
??: Uh, Ma’am, could I bother you for a few moments?
Alicia turns to see that it is Jack Conner who is addressing her, and the fans in the arena pop in response.
AK: Of course.
She steps into the sparsely furnished yet still welcoming locker room that Jack is currently occupying. Jack does not exactly look nervous, but he closes the door over to create a little privacy between them.
Jack: I, well, I saw what happened on that last show there, and I just wanted to check that you were ok. Not that I’m tryin’ to make out that you can’t handle these sorts of things, must happen every now and then what with you being Champion and all…
Jack pauses, unsure if he’s just inadvertently said something impolite. Fortunately, Alicia understands what he means, and smiles.
AK: Well it did come as a surprise at the time, but no harm was done. I appreciate your concern, though, that sort of encounter is never a fun experience.
Jack nods, and a silence takes over the space. Jack has a look in his eyes that suggests he wants to say something else, but can’t quite find the words; Alicia interprets this as best she can.
AK: Mr. Conner, if I said something during that event that was inappropriate then I must apologise. I would never seek to intrude upon your personal business-
Jack raises a hand and waves it gently, as if brushing her words aside.
Jack: That figures, but I’d say my business is yours too now, at least in part. That boy never was the sort to let things just drop.
He sucks air through his teeth wistfully, a flicker of memory forcing its way up to the surface.
Jack: I feel kinda awkward even talking about it, but it’s been so long since he and I just spoke to one another. I can’t be sure about anything these days…
Finding words to capture his emotions isn’t something that comes naturally to Jack, and he becomes quiet again. Alicia can tell that trying to excavate any more information now probably wouldn’t be a good move.
AK: Well, let’s take things one step at a time. I’m going to keep my eyes and ears open and my guard up; you know that I’m not going to delve into areas that I should stay out of, but if you want to talk to me again about anything, my door is always open.
Jack does not respond at first, but simply nods to indicate that he’s heard her.
AK: All right… good luck in your match tonight. I’ll see you around.
Jack: Oh… oh, sure, thanks. Same to you.
He tips his hat, and Alicia opens the door. As she does so, she finds herself speaking the thought in her head out loud without even realizing it.
AK:……..it’s the look in the eyes…
Jack, who has had one hand against the wall, straightens up at once.
Jack:…..what did you say?
AK’s movement halts as she realizes that she spoke. But having done so, she decides that there’s no point trying to gloss over it.
AK: When he looks at you, that’s what hurts most of all, isn’t it? Not what he says, or the sledgehammer blows, or any of that. Just that expression in the eyes that tells you he’s torn between tearing you to pieces and wanting you as far from him as possible…
Jack says nothing again, but the look now on his face tells all watching that Alicia’s summary is accurate. Alicia gives a deep, heartfelt sigh.
AK: Yeah… once you’ve been on the receiving end, you never forget that stare.
She gives a small shrug, letting her shoulders dip, and then quietly leaves the room. Jack is left once again to his thoughts as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:07:29 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #33 (Credit: Sarin and Yoko)
November 20th, 2005 Okinawa Japan Random Bank
We last left off with a dramatic showdown between our heroes and the villain-killer Jinx.
Sarin: Get up! We'll fight her together. Together, we can take her down!
Yoko: Right. Sailor Senshi...SANJOU!
Yoko connects a swift mallet swipe to Jinx's knees, doubling her over, allowing Sarin to leap frog over Yoko's head, connecting a flipping drop kick to Jinx's face. Jinx tumbles over, but Sarin leaves her no breathing room, tossing her fan in Jinx's direction. Jinx rolls to the side, Sarin's fan narrowly missing her. She kips up, and before Sarin can react, plants a giant punch between the eyes. Sarin cries out in pain, collapsing to the floor.
Yoko: FROST!
Yoko has no time to check on Sarin's condition, for Jinx attacks her with new fury, unleashing a barrage of rapid kicks. Yoko does her best to defend herself, though Jinx is simply too fast for her; she unleashes a flying roundhouse, smacking Yoko back to the floor. Reaching behind her, Jinx catches a stunned Sarin's foot, who had tried to kick her from behind. Jinx, grinning almost wickedly, takes Sarin down with a potent dragon screw leg whip.
Yoko: Sarin, above you!
Sarin looks up, in time to see Jinx leap nearly six feet into the air, legs extended vertically for a crushing foot stomp. Time seems to crawl to a snail's pace for Sarin, who briefly sees her entire life flash before her eyes. Before Jinx can flatten her face like a pancake, Sarin rolls to the side, latching on to Jinx's legs, tripping her up, forcing her to fall flat on her face. Jinx's chin leaves a considerable dent in the floor pannel, and she shrieks in agony. Sarin, however, rolls to her feet, gathering up her fan.
Sarin: And that, that is why you never mess with Frost.
Yoko: Jinx, listen to us! You must stop the killing! Killing criminals and delivering your own brand of capital punishment gets us nowhere. No matter how many you kill, no matter how many lives you ruthlessly slaughter, it isn't fixing the problem!
Sarin: She's right, Jinx. Statistically, capital punishment is highly flawed: there is no proof whatsoever that it deters people from committing crimes. You must save lives, not take them.
She crouches down next to Jinx's quivering form, resting a hand on her back.
Sarin: You don’t have to do it this way. You ca--ACK!
Jinx delivers a swift kick to Sarin's nose, nearly shattering it. Sarin flies back, blood dripping from her nostrils. Jinx shrieks, releasing a blue capsule. A moment later, the entire bank is covered in hazy, thick fog. When it clears, Jinx is nowhere in sight. Not in immediate sight, anyway. But Yoko looks up.
Yoko: The roof entrance!
Sarin: She’s not the only one with a grappling gun.
Yoko nods at Sarin’s words and pulls her own grappling gun from her belt. She grabs Sarin and fires the hook up through the open skylight. They swing very nervously as it pulls them up, and as Yoko tries her hardest to maintain a grip on the gun. But, they make it and crawl up onto the roof.
Nothing in sight anywhere, now.
Sarin: She got away.
Yoko just realizes Sarin’s damage, and cries out in alarm at the sight of blood.
Sarin: Don't worry, it's just a bloody nose.
Yoko: We need to wait this one out. I can hear the police. We’ll stay up here until they leave.
Sarin: Right. I’ll tell Yuki it failed…
Sarin tinkers with her wrist communicator as the police are indeed arriving. They’re stunned at the body of Dan, of Count Robula, and they intend to add him to the victim list. No reason to check the roof…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:08:06 GMT -5
Match 5: Jake Cheng & Dan White vs. Santiago Rivera & Hunter
The next match is likely to be charged with friction, and the fans wonder if the teams involved can co-exist as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This next match is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing the Corporate Alliance… the “Welsh Dragon” Dan White!
”The Welsh National Anthem” plays, and the crowd boos as Dan makes his entrance. Regardless of the various strange and disturbing things that have been occurring in his personal life, tonight Dan is all business and he paces to the ring quickly, sliding in and raising his arms defiantly.
Philip: And his partner for this evening, also representing the Corporate Alliance… “The Trinity” Jake Cheng!
”Petrified” hits, and the boos continue as Jake comes out into the spotlights. He approaches the ring quickly, and slides in, conferring quietly with Dan as to some element of their strategy.
Then, the arena darkens, and “These Walls” has the crowd on its feet and responding loudly once more.
Philip: And now, their opponents… introducing first, from Rochester, New York, he is a member and current leader of the Senatorial Stable… Andrew Hunter!
The fans mostly boo as Hunter approaches the ring; Hunter just smirks, he finds the reactions of the fans mean less to him in recent times. He enters the ring without trepidation and stands, watching Dan and Jake in case they try to gain an early advantage.
Philip: And finally, from Syracuse, New York, he is the current ACW Lightweight Champion… Santiago Rivera!
”Superheroes” hits, and there is a cacophony of both cheers and boos for Santiago, who walks out on to the stage with a cocky grin. He saunters down to the ring and steps over the ropes; Hunter makes brief eye contact, but it’s clear that this arrangement is not one he would have chosen himself. Dan and Jake simply smirk, intending to make the turncoat pay for his desertion of the CA.
The referee calls things to order, and after a little discussion it emerges that Dan and Santiago will begin the match. The others take their leave, and the referee calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Dan makes an aggressive start to the match, attacking Santiago directly with a combination of forearm blows and stiff kicks while Santiago is still momentarily distracted by his altercation with Hunter. The opportunity is brief, however, and Santiago quickly demonstrates to Dan that he should not be taken lightly, laying down some sharp kicks of his own to Dan’s midsection and then using a stalling double arm suplex. The fans show that Santiago’s words on Warfare have not gone unheeded and they boo him as he makes a cocky, one footed pin; Dan kicks just before the 2 count and grabs Santiago’s ankle, holding it as he gets up and then performing a twisting kick that connects with the side of Santiago’s head as well as using the motion to wrench his ankle. Santiago is knocked down and Dan presses him into a pin attempt, 1…2- Santiago breaks out with a look of anger etched across his face, which only makes the Welsh Dragon grin.
As he gets up, Dan sees that Hunter is not paying full attention to the match and is instead watching some rather fit young women in the front rows. With his elbow propped on the turnbuckle, Dan sees a chance to create more trouble and as Santiago takes a run at him Dan grasps his arm and whips him back into his own corner. Santiago ploughs chest-first into Hunter’s elbow and has the wind knocked out of him; Dan is quick to rush in from behind and pull Santiago over into a roll-up. Santiago breaks out just after the 2 count, and leaps up; he stomps over to his corner and an argument breaks out between himself and Hunter. As this is happening, Dan runs back over to his corner and tags in Jake, and the pair charge at Santiago and Hunter, with Jake jumping up and using an impressive backflip kick to send Hunter crashing backward on to the outside mats while Dan launches into a running dropkick and shoves Santiago to the outside as well, head first. There is a mixture of cheers and boos for the Corporate Alliance members, and Jake and Dan take great delight in taunting their opponents. On the outside, Santiago and Hunter get up looking slightly sore and rather more pissed off, and with a glance they concede that for a short time at least they have to forget the wider situation and co-operate to stand any chance of defeating their common foes. With Santiago having taken the worst of the hits, he slides back into the ring while the referee is sending Dan back to his corner, and then checks that the ref is watching before tagging Hunter in. Jake readies himself quickly, knowing that he needs to prepare for a strong opening.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:09:11 GMT -5
Sure enough, Hunter doesn’t waste any time in bringing the fight to Jake, and though Jake is marginally quicker on his feet Hunter’s excellent all-round qualities mean that Jake can’t create enough of a gap to use his favored high-flying style. Forced into a direct confrontation, Jake shifts into a series of fearsome kicks and does quite a bit of damage; he lacks the pure stamina to keep this up indefinitely, however, and Hunter then comes into his own, hammering his lightweight opponent with punches and then delivering a neat scoop slam. Jake is back up at once, but Hunter doesn’t give him a moment to rest and whips him straight into the ropes so that Jake rebounds into a back body drop. The crowd reacts as Jake arcs through the air… and rights himself to land on his feet, so that an unsuspecting Hunter turns around into a standing dropkick to the chest. Destabilised, Hunter stumbles backward on to the ropes, and Jake gathers up all his power to leap on to the ropes and then execute a suplex on Hunter as he kicks off and away, sending both men clear into the centre of the ring. Jake flips over straight into the cover as they land, and the referee counts, 1….2…- Hunter gets his arm up at 2.5 but has clearly been surprised by Jake’s inventiveness, and continues to look dazed as he starts to rise. Dan calls for the tag, and Jake obliges so that Dan is closing rapidly on to Hunter’s position by the time he is back on his feet.
Hunter knows he’s at a disadvantage, and Dan makes all he can of this as he goes straight for the Double-Whammy (upright kick to Scissors Kick) and a pin attempt. It gets slightly more than a 2 count, and Hunter pushes Dan off and starts to weave toward his corner. Dan follows his instinct to prevent Hunter from getting there and comes after him, but then discovers that Hunter’s tricked him and walks right into a powerful lariat. Before Dan can back off, Hunter grabs his arm and whips him into his own corner, and the crowd boos as he and Santiago jointly assault the Welsh Dragon. Hunter makes a tag, and Santiago jumps over the ropes; he and Hunter lift Dan for a double suplex, but Dan somehow twists out of it and throws himself on the ropes that are not three feet away, using the power of the richochet to knock both Hunter and Santiago down. It’s something of a desperation move, and Jake can he heard yelling encouragement as Dan and Santiago slowly get up, with Hunter rolling himself to the apron and out of harm’s way.
Santiago doesn’t hesitate as he and Dan come eye to eye; he wants the kudos of the victory, and he lifts Dan up into the Suicide cutter to emphatically state his case. The crowd cheers the big move, and Santiago pins, 1…2…- Dan kicks out, and puts on a burst of speed to beat Santiago back to the vertical. He throws himself at the ropes and jumps up on them to go for the Welsh Dragon, Flying Colours (Corkscrew Moonsault) which Santiago sidesteps, but Dan is not out of ideas yet and he rolls on landing and continues on to the other ropes. This time Santiago is not quick enough to prepare, and Dan blasts him with the handspring Pele Kick; the crowd roars as Dan drops for the pin, but then he sees Jake already up on the turnbuckle, ready for the Final Chapter. As Hunter yells at Santiago to respond, Dan drags him to the centre of the ring, and then delivers a leg drop to keep Santiago down while he makes the tag. He runs to his own corner – but a second or so before he gets there, he sees Hunter jump up behind Jake. Dan shouts and Jake kicks Hunter back, and the tag is made – but Hunter hasn’t been knocked completely off the apron and he pulls Jake’s leg from under him as he jumps down, causing him to collapse into the ring. Furious, Dan slides out and starts to brawl with Hunter on the outside…
Rising back to his feet in a slight daze, the sound of the crowd piques Jake’s attention just a fraction too late. With the referee momentarily distracted by the scrap outside the ring, Santiago has no qualms whatsoever about hitting Jake with a low blow. This renders Jake unable to defend himself for the crucial second or two that it takes Santiago to perform the Longhorn (backdrop setup to one-handed powerbomb), and the referee turns back to the ring just at the right moment to see Santiago make the cover. He counts the 1..2…3, and only the sound of the bell ringing brings Dan and Hunter to a halt.
Philip: Here are your winners… Andrew Hunter, and Santiago Rivera!
Santiago’s theme plays, and he proudly celebrates in the ring as Jake rolls to the outside. Neither of the CA members are happy, and they both swear revenge on Hunter and Santiago as they make their way to the back.
Hunter re-enters the ring; Santiago is still celebrating, and Hunter’s expression looks like one of annoyance at Santiago’s failure to recognize his pivotal (as he sees it) intervension. He pulls Santiago around to face him, and the pair share a brief staredown, proving that there’s still not much warmth between them; the moment endures, and then Hunter smirks and turns away.
But Santiago Rivera is the sort of man you should never turn your back on. As soon as he does this, Santiago jumps up and kicks Hunter viciously in the back of the head; he slides out of the ring, grabs a chair and leaps back in with a cruel look on his face. Hunter is dazed and in no state to defend himself…
But then, as Santiago raises the chair above his head, “Anasasis (Xenophontis)” blasts the arena. Santiago looks up, distracted by the theme of a new enemy. He peers at the entrance way, but no one appears. The crowd are roaring, but it’s too late before Santiago turns around. Scott Andrews is in the ring, and ‘Lucy’ is swung full force at Santiago. Luckily for him the strike goes a stray and he is able to roll out of the ring to escape. Scott tends to Hunter, but he seems alright, he’s a tough bastard. Santiago doesn’t seem to respond well to this interruption as he yells at Scott whilst making his way up the ramp. Scott grabs a microphone.
Scott: Hey! Hey, Santiago! Next week, me and you!
The crowd cheer for once for Scott.
Scott: But guess what? Since you’re in no way on good conditions with Ginger, I had him make a special stipulation. If I beat you next week, I get a shot at your Lightweight Title!
Another pop, mostly because the fans know that a match between these two would be five star. Santiago obviously thinks differently as a look of disappointment wipes his previous anger filled glare off his face. Scott smirks as “Anasasis (Xenophontis)” plays once more. ACW fades to commercials.
OOC: Ending events credit to Scott/Santiago.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:10:19 GMT -5
Segment: "Choices" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The scene opens to Rattlesnake standing in the boiler room. His patented Snakequalizer is in his left hand and rests on his shoulder. He grins and then pops his neck.
Rattlesnake knows that when Wyvern picks the stipulation for their match at Omega Effect, it will have to be a hell of a stipulation.
Rattlesnake: Wyvern...you surprised everyone when you unmasked yourself at Spring Into Hell. Hell, I was surprised too. You went out to the ring on Warfare and ran your mouth about the last 10-someodd months, playing the World's Smallest Violin, trying to make sure there wasn't a dry eye in the arena. But it didn't exactly work, did it?
You wanted to have this big return match for yourself at the same event where you lost the World Championship match you earned. For anyone, that's a fine decision. But here's the thing Wvy. You didn't pick any typical opponent. You didn't decide to face someone you had been in the ring with before. You decided to face me...someone you knew absolutely nothing about. Now why is that? Is it because I have the potential to be one of the greats to ever grace an ACW ring?
I don't need to reach that potential because I'm already there. I'm the Vision of Greatness man. Wherever I go, people look at me and wish they could be just like me. Since they'll never be able to, I have to shatter their dreams and tell them that the only great thing they'll ever do is, well...live a miserable life and hope to die with meaning. Let's face it, half of the people I see every day would be lucky to perish in some significant event because that's the only way they'd really get known.
But this isn't important. Let's talk about Omega Effect. Let's talk about our upcoming match. I gave you the choice of whatever match you wanted. To make it a little easier on you, let's go through a couple of options that could catch your attention.
Rattlesnake looks around and holds his hands out.
Rattlesnake: There's a Boiler Room Brawl. I mean, I am standing in the Boiler Room. Or am I?
Rattlesnake snaps his fingers and the scenery changes to the parking lot.
Rattlesnake: Or we could fight it out in the Parking Lot. Or better yet...
Rattlesnake snaps his fingers again and the scenery changes to ringside with a cage.
Rattlesnake: ...we could tangle in the cage.
Rattlesnake snaps his fingers again and the background disappears.
Rattlesnake: You see Wyvern, many choices lie in front of you. The choice you make will determine your fate. Wait...I take that back. By deciding to face me at Omega Effect, you sealed your fate. Now we just have to determine how you'll fall.
Rattlesnake laughs. He may be cocky right now, but at Omega Effect, all cockiness is out and it will be time to get to the business at hand.
Rattlesnake: One thing's for sure Wyvern, at Omega Effect you will see a repeat of last year. You'll be down on the canvas and your opponent, me, will have their hand raised as the winner of the match. All I have to say is don't blame me. You'll be the one that made the mistake.
That being said, just like tonight, when I beat you at Omega Effect your brush with greatness will be at its end.
The scene fades to black.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:11:42 GMT -5
Segment: A Fucking McFlurry (Segment: Dan, Hunter) We fade in to a quaint little cafe outside of town. Actually, scratch that. But the camera does fade into that cafe. However it fades into another shot, this time of a McDonalds. Dan White, the Welsh Dragon, The Messiah, The Second Coming, sits on his table on his own, ready to chomp into a Big Mac. He refuses to buy a Bigger Mac. Not because he’s not man enough, because believe you me, he is more man than Bigfoot, but because he refuses to buy anything that promotes the England Football Team ahead of the World Cup that takes place...TOMORROW!!!
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*ahem*
ANYWAYS, Dan takes a last bite into his Big Mac, and takes a sip out of his McMilkshake. He wipes his fingers with the napkin, before picking up the Smarties McFlurry. He’s whistling the Old Spice tune as he places the plastic spoon in his mouth, sliding the pudding into his mouth. Brain Freeze? Don’t be ridiculous. Dan does not job to Ice Cream.
Anyways, he looks around, and a few people sit not so far away from him all around. A few look a little nervous, a little scared to as for an autograph. But Dan is no cheapskate, he doesn’t charge anything for an autograph, and one little boy decides to bravely step forward, holding a notepad and a pen. He goes over to Dan’s table, tugging at his £500 shirt.Dan: What... Dan turns around, to see the little boy hold up the notepad and pen.Little Boy: Excuse me, Mr. White. Can I have an autogwaph? Dan sniggers, but nods his head, taking the pen and notepad.Dan: Sure thing, kiddo. Who do you want this for? Little Boy: My name is Jonathan Heamingway. Dan: Ah like the model? Jonathan: Dan smirks, signing the autograph, and handing it back to the kid.Dan: There ya go. Jonathan: Erm, could you also get Mr. Hunter’s autograph? Dan smirks at the sound of Hunter’s name, but he lowers his head nodding slowly.Dan: Listen kid, you want to just stay away from Hunter. He’ll touch you in places you never want to be touched. Dan laughs at his comment, as the little boy looks a little confused, before turning away and heading back to his parents. Dan turns around, smirking, but notices that his McFlurry has fallen onto the floor. He turns down to pick it up, when the toilet door opens. Three men walk through the door. The first man is Caucasian, and is quite a tall-looking guy, and wears a sleek black suit, with a white shirt. He is wearing a pair of black sunglasses, but the most striking feature is that he has a black curly afro, similar to that of Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction. The man standing slightly behind him and two the left is also wearing a suit, but the suit looks slightly more tattered, and a red and blue lumberjack shirt can be seen under the white shirt. He’s chewing what is likely to be chewing gum, as he looks over to the third guy, smirking. The third guy looks quite nerdy, wearing thick glasses that have come right out of the eighties, as well as wearing a bow-tie instead of a tie. He is the most smartly-dressed of the three, but obviously not the leader, as they exit the toilet. Dan keeps a close eye on the three as he picks up his McFlurry. The three men walk over to their table very sternly, and pick up their suitcases. Something tells Dan to get out of there. He drops his McFlurry, and barges through the queue, running towards the door...
...Gun shots fly over his head from the three. Dan has no time to turn and check where they are or what type of gun they have. He flies through the door, smashing it to pieces. He’s clearly hurt and cut, as several cries and screams are heard from inside the restaurant. But he has no time to clear up, as the three men lunge closer in. Dan rolls onto his feet and looks quickly left and right. He darts around to the right swiftly, trying to lose the three, but they march through the doors, easily eyeing Dan. They aim their guns again, firing shots towards Dan, but Dan leaps behind a wall. He panics again, and begins to dart down the road. He runs however through traffic, and causes several disruption to vehicles. But Dan doesn’t seem to care, until he turns, and a lorry is facing him head on...
...The lorry, fortunately, breaks, just feet before Dan’s body. Dan stands there, shocked and scared. He turns his head slowly to the right, and the hitmen have disappeared. He looks to the right, and a policeman is running is slow motion towards him. Confused, frightened, unconscious...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:12:32 GMT -5
Segment: I Remember (Credit: Hunter)
Emotions are the most complicated parts of one's psyche, and as far as Hunter is aware, they always have been. Ironically enough, this is a very simple and broad observation that he makes, and at this point it has not come back to haunt him. But oh how it will, not that he would know. For now, he simply lies back in his slumber, attempting to relax before his upcoming match. There are a variety of things that have come up in his life that have distracted him, namely things to do with one Dan White. But he knows that at any time he could simply lie back, close his eyes, and dream away, calming himself for as long as he wants. But lately, he does not have dreams so much as he has nightmares. And at this point, they have meant nothing to him.
But oh how things can change.
It hits him quicker than many other feelings have hit him in different times of his life. How generally tired he is contributes to this, and so he falls into a slumber he would originally wish was eternal...but things are different this time around. He stands on a large hill, and below him is a deep dark valley, the long thing grass blades gently moving along with the wind. Their color is dark, and occasionally the wind blows over them and they fold into the shape of a skull. Hunter slightly shudders at the sight, and the wind that blows lazily through him is another factor to his chilliness. Suddenly, from behind him comes a voice.
?: Admiring the view?
Hunter quickly turns around to come face to face with...nothing. He looks to his left and right, and still he sees nothing but the gray smoke around him, and the dark blades of grass below him. He turns around to look at the view once more, but now he is face to face with the person that spoke to him...and lo and behold, it is himself.
Hunter: ...why the hell do all of my dreams end this way?
?: It is no ending. There is still a long time for us to go here.
Hunter looks at himself, almost as if he was looking directly into a mirror. He reaches out to touch this mirror image of him, and when he does he is forced to quickly pull his hand back in fright. This image of him is not exact, however. Its clothing is light, and it has the hint of a smile on its face as it continues looking over Hunter.
Hunter: ...who are you?
?: I am you.
Hunter: ...well the exact double thing kind of gave me that hint.
The figure chuckles, and then continues a few moments later.
Reason: I am a part of you, Hunter. I am your reason.
Hunter: ...my what?
Reason: Has reason truly been lost on you, then, to the point where you can no longer identify it? I know I am fading, but at this rate I will be gone sooner than expected.
Hunter: You're trying to tell me that you are...my reason?
Reason: ...that would be the point, yes. Every action that you take, every thought that you possess, I am its reason. When you feel something is right, that is me.
Hunter: ...this is a dream.
Reason: Yes and no. Sometimes the dream becomes reality.
Hunter: I don't know what to say.
Reason: You do not have to speak. You need only feel.
Hunter: But I don't know what to feel.
Reason: Then I will guide you through this haze.
Hunter: ...but why are you here?
Reason: We are all here to help you.
Hunter: ...we?
From the smoke leap four more figures, all of which look exactly like Hunter, sans a few tiny details. He looks at these five figures and is completely speechless.
Fear: You are all alone except for us. No one will help you except for us. I am your fear.
This figure is darker than Reason, and it speaks with a powerful voice. The one to its left begins to speak, and Hunter can notice the sullen expression on its face.
Agony: I am your pain, and I am very real. I am the chain around your neck as you scream.
The one next to this one is wearing all black, and there is a dark, somewhat evil expression on its face.
Rage: For every action you take, you attempt to hold me back. But there are those occasional times when I come out, and when I come out all are afraid. I am your rage, and I cannot be controlled.
The final one looks just as Hunter normally does, except the cocky grin that Hunter flashes every so often is stuck on this figure's face. When it speaks, Hunter recognizes the voice as the one he heard in Ginger's office a few days ago.
Pride: You always had complete control, and you never thought twice about anything you did. And yet lately you have begun to swallow me, though not often. I am your pride, and I am above all.
There is a brief pause as Hunter looks over these figures, completely lost, looking at...himself, speechless.
Hunter: ...who ARE you?
Reason: It is just as I told you, we are all that is left of you.
Fear: You've been deserted...everyone has left you. But it has always been that way, you know this.
Hunter: What do you mean, deserted?
Fear: You had so much emotion before. Love, passion, joy, hope, envy. But lately, you have lost all of these emotions. You can no longer love or feel passion. You are not happy, and you are not hopeful for the future. And you do not envy anyone anymore, as you have lost nearly everything you valued and no longer care for anything. And so we are all you can express...we are you.
Hunter: ...but why have you approached me?
Agony: Because your pain has reached catastrophic levels...and they wish to abolish me.
Pride: Don't listen to him! We are above this, together we can ignore all of them and take complete control! They are nothing!
Rage: NEVER SAY THAT! I am your true power, and I am the only one worth listening to!
Hunter: ...you're my rage, right?
Rage: There is no other.
Hunter: You look like a woman.
Rage briefly smiles, and then moments later Hunter finds himself flying off the hill, flying directly towards the center of the skull created by the blades of grass. But before he can fall and be completely crushed, Pride grabs him and sets him down as the other four jump down to the ground where they stand.
Pride: What's the big idea?
Rage: Just showing him why I am his rage.
Pride: Oh it doesn't matter. We would've survived anyway!
Hunter: ...I could have died from that drop!
Fear: It is true. Now stop listening to these voices, and listen only to what I tell you. You used to be afraid of dying...but now you are simply frightened of living. So live on...but you can do this only with me. Let me take you whole!
Reason: As you can see, these emotions are competing for you. They have seen what has happened to their brothers, and they do not wish to perish.
Fear: He lies! His words are trying to hurt you, he is trying to make it worse for you!
Pride: Words are nothing! There is nothing to fear.
Agony: Why must you all fight like this? I can take no more!
Hunter: STOP!
They all pause and look at him, slightly startled at his outbreak of anger, though Rage can clearly be seen smiling out of the corner of Hunter's eye.
Rage: That's right...take complete control...
Hunter: You too! I've had enough of this! This is just a dream, and I will never see you again.
Reason: Oh but you will. You're losing your touch, Hunter. You used to be so good at figuring these things out. Your emotion has finally got the better of you, that is why we have been personified.
Hunter: What do you mean?
Reason: We have been here forever, but only now have we approached you, especially in a personified form. Do you know why?
Hunter: ...no.
Reason: Because you called on us, you asked us to come to your aid, and yet you do not even realize it. To help yourself, to cure yourself, you must listen to all of us as a whole.
Pride: Pah! We don't need anyone but ourselves!
Hunter: Shut up! Why would I do that?
Reason: You have a history of schizophrenia, and this is just part of it. Do not think that we are only in your dreams. You heard Pride blast through this world to the real world last Thursday, did you not?
Hunter: ...I...
Reason: You may want us gone, but we will always be here...and now, due to your extreme stress and the rapid loss of sanity that has come about as a result, we are even closer to you.
Hunter: ...but I---
Reason: Our time is up. You must now wake up.
Hunter: Wait, tell---
Reason: You have a visitor.
And with that, the five figures disappear into the smoke just as they had originally appeared. Hunter looks at the field that he stands in, and watches in awe as it completely dissolves around him. Soon, he stands in complete darkness...his reason told him to wake up, and for whatever reason he knows that he must now do so.
And so he opens his eyes.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:16:02 GMT -5
Segment: Respect (Credit: BK, Senator)
Coming back from the break, everybody's favorite wrestling politician is seen walking down a corridor in the ACW Arena, specifically, in a familiar section of the area.
Maxwell McNally: That's the Corporate Alliance locker room! What could the Senator possibly have to do there?
Phillips quickly knocks on the door, and opens it. Inside, Predator and BK London are seen sitting around, watching a dvd.
Predator: Hey BK, look what the dogs dragged in!
BK: Ok, Pred, you mind buzzing off?
Pred: Sure thing, BK!
Predator leaves the room, as the Senator shakes his head.
The Senator: So, then, I promise I will not waste your time here, Mr. London, I sure do not have much of it to waste as is.
BK: What brings you here, then?
Senator: I just had a few messages to get across.
BK: Starting with congratulating the true HARDCOOORE LEGEND on completely dominating you, I assume...
Senator: While I would not put it that way, you got it partly correct. I did indeed wish to congratulate you on your hard fought victory, it showed me that the "garbage" style can indeed produce worthwhile contests, should the participants be up to the task.
BK: Oh, that's the understatement of the century.
Senator: I also know that you have been calling yourself the standard bearer of ACW, or something to that extent...
BK: Yes...why yes I have? Do you have a problem with it?
Senator: Actually...no. You have also called yourself a chameleon, and I think that analogy is particularly fitting. You do represent the true ACW style. Few others can ably compete in nearly any match type thrown at them, and to dominate in them. You are no slouch in selling merchandise, or cutting a promo, either. It does not matter that I have had quite bitter confrontations with you, Mr. London. My career is coming to an end here, and I wish to leave with all grudges cleared.
BK: Whatever. All I was worried about was avenging my loss against you a few weeks ago, and your crazed driver that nearly made me into a vegetable.
Senator: One other thing. I know you have been touting the strength of the Corporate Alliance. I can not disagree that your unit is extremely talented, but read my lips here: do not cross the Senatorial Stable. There is a reason that we have been the longest lasting group in ACW, surviving through the eras of Pain Inc, the Nation of Awesomation, the New Blood, the R-3 Armada, the Untouchables...and the first Corporate Alliance. We have weathered the storms, and have accomplished it all, so do not assume that you can take your group and run us into the ground, even after I retire from active competitIon. Oh, I know you will try, but do not delude yourself into thinking you will succeed...and that, Mr. London, is nothing...
BK: Listen Senator, I don't doubt the Senatorial Stable for one bit - even though I have defeated each member of the illustrious stable - but that's not the point! The Corporate Alliance is the new hot stable on the block, and if we have to cross The Senatorial Stable once again to dominate and gain control of ACW, trust me, we won't hesistate to run right through you. You may have "weathered the storms" but you can't endure The Corporate Alliance....it's just impossible. We have the talent and the power, and soon...The Senatorial Stable....and the rest of ACW will be ours...
BK passes Senator by and Senator looks visibly angered by the words of BK.
Fade Out
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