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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:16:39 GMT -5
Segment: Meet The Pseudo Family (Credit: Yoko / Sarin / AK / RDK)
AK’s locker room. At this moment in time, RDK is in there with her for some quick strategy discussion for their match tonight. However, they’re interrupted as Sarin’s head, alongside Yoko’s peek through the door.
AK:….so, right after you use the Macho Moonsault- oh!
RDK: Sistahs!
AK: Hey, you two. Do you need something?
Sarin: Are you busy?
AK: Not any more than usual, no. Why?
Yoko: Do you two have time to meet with a really big fan of yours?
RDK: The Machoman always has time for fans!
AK: We owe our careers to the fans. If we didn’t make time for them, we wouldn’t be very deserving of what we have. Where is he?
Sarin: She.
The door swings fully open, revealing Yuki Satoshi with them.
Yoko: I find it odd that she’s not met any of you guys before. But then again, she was only ever around during the Okinawa show last year.
RDK: Little sistah!
Yuki walks over to AK and RDK, a little nervous. AK crouches down and hugs her.
AK: It’s good to meet you, finally. We’ve heard so much about you from your sister that I feel like I’ve known you forever.
RDK shakes Yuki’s hand.
RDK: Alicia is right!
Yoko: She’s a little bit nervous. You’re celebrities, after all.
Sarin: Yuki, turn around!
She turns, and is blinded by a quick flash as Sarin takes a picture of her next to AK and RDK.
Sarin: Now you’ll have a picture to remember this by.
AK: Awww, I bet I blinked, I’m a photographic disaster 99% of the time…
Yuki: My friends will be so jealous!
She turns back to face AK and RDK.
Yuki: You’re my third and fourth favorite wrestlers, by the way!
AK: I think I can guess who number one and number two are. Any particular reason that you like us so well? Not that I’m disputing your choices!
Yuki: Um…
She looks back at Yoko, who’s busy now toying with the camera with Sarin. Yuki motions for AK to crouch back down, and whispers something in her ear.
AK: Of course. Yoko is lucky to have you for a sister, you know.
Yuki: And vice versa.
AK: Yes, and vice versa.
Yoko: There we go, there’s the picture! Come here, Yuki.
Yuki walks over to Yoko and Sarin, who have finally figured out the digital camera.
Sarin: I told you it was that button.
Yoko: Shut up.
Yuki: Wow! I can’t wait to print out this picture!
Sarin: We’re going to let you have this camera, too. Fill it up with as many pictures of America as you can, to take home with you!
Yoko: Come on, let’s go back. Thanks for doing this, guys.
AK: No problem. Bring her back anytime, she’s adorable.
Yuki takes a picture of Yoko and Sarin as they exit and close the door behind them.
RDK: So hey, what’d she whisper to you?
AK: She likes us because we’re nice to her sister.
There’s a short silence.
RDK: I wonder if I was her third favorite, or fourth favorite?
AK laughs and the camera fades out.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:17:21 GMT -5
Segment: A close shave (Credit: Rose)
”Hold the cross high so I may see it through the flames!”—Saint Joan of Arc[/b][/i]
It started out as a seemingly casual suggestion by Umeko. A coin toss later, it was a decision set in stone. It seems that Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson has finally decided to part with his impressive head of hair. It’s a decision that came quick and simple, and it’s a decision that he wants carried about immediately. Umeko, of course, is more than ready to oblige. After all, she’s the one who suggested it in the first place.
So, not surprisingly, we find The Seventh Tiger sitting in front of a mirror with and his Manger standing behind him with a pair of scissors in hand. As she starts cutting away at his hair, she asks him a very interesting question.
Umeko: Do you find it ironic, my Tiger?
Chance: Do I find what ironic?
She chuckles as she clears away a few more strands.
Umeko: Do you find it ironic that your name and your little affliction have a lot in common? It seems a little too odd to be a coincidence, don’t you think?
Chance: It’s not an affliction. You’re over exaggerating it.
Umeko: We both know that’s a lie.
Chance grinds his teeth for a moment. He doesn’t like having to admit that there may be something really wrong with him. So, he quickly changes the subject. Umeko clearly enjoys watching him squirm. Her light sadistic tendencies aside, she’s doing a smashing job of cutting his hair.
Chance: Whatever the case may be, chance doesn’t exist. There’s really no such thing as luck. If things are meant to happen, then they’ll happen.
Umeko: So, are you’re telling me that you believe in Fate now?
Chance: I really don’t know what I believe in anymore. My…outlook…has changed in the past few years.
Umeko: That’s how it works with you Christians. You’re all true believers until you lose something. Then you can’t do anything more than say “Why me?” over and over again until you either convince yourself that everything happens for a reason, or that you’ve been listening to a lie your entire life. It’s truly pathetic! I’ll never understand why you people think that your god will protect you from all the terrible things in the world. It’s vanity I suppose.
Chance: You know better than anybody else that I haven’t believed in God for years now. I was a fool to put my faith in an dusty old book written by man, and a “God” who apparently do nothing more than watch the suffering of mankind. It’s a ludicrous, childish fairy tale.
Umeko grins and reaches for the nearby electric razor. She’s cut as much hair as possible with the scissors, now it’s time to the fun part. She wonders how he’ll look bald.
Umeko: You only stopped believing after karma gave you a rude awakening. You made enemies with the wrong people, then lost your eye, and then you lost your Mother. If it wasn’t for me, you’d probably be dead now.
Chance: Don’t think I believe in your “karma” either.
Umeko: You, of all people, should believe in karma. You’re living proof.
Chance: Oh? What did I do to deserve all this, then?
Umeko: Oh…I don’t know…maybe it was the fact that you abandoned your family and ran away to Japan. You let your father get away with all that he did to you and your family for years. You should have fixed the problem when you first had the chance. That’s what I would have done anyway.
Like usual, the simple mention of his father makes Chance’s blood boil. He’s nearly shaking in rage by this point.
Chance: You always have to remind me of my faults, don’t you?
She smiles mockingly at him as she shaves off what little is left of his hair.
Umeko: You wouldn’t have it any other way, would you? Chance: I promise you, nothing will stop me at Omega Effect. Nothing at all will be able to save my father; not The Senator, not Kitsune, not anybody.
Umeko: Have you even decided on the match yet?
He glares into the distance. His stare is unforgettable.
Chance: I’ve decided that we’ll leave it up to him…in a sense. We’ll have a about a dozen choices for the match put on a wheel…and then we’ll let him spin for it. Where ever it lands, that’ll be our match. It’s his choice…in a sense.
Umeko: That seems needlessly complex.
Chance: That’s the beauty in it.
She finally finishes the job.
Umeko: We’re done.
Chance examines himself in the mirror. He’s always been a very formidable looking figure. Now he’s down right sinister. Umeko clearly enjoys the change, as she runs her hand on his bare skull.
Umeko: It’ll definitely do… Just in time for your official debut.
Chance: I do as well… I almost pity that poor kid they have up against me next week.
Umeko: You’re The Seventh Tiger…My Seventh Tiger. You transcend pity. Speaking of which…we have a little side business of mine to attend to, now don’t we?
Umeko clearly loves the sound of her own voice above a lot of other things. Chance doesn’t respond, he just quietly nods in the affirmative. Then the two of them, without saying another word, abruptly turn and walk out of the room.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:17:57 GMT -5
Match 6: Jack Conner vs. The Senator (Credit: BK)
Back to the arena again… you all know the reason why.
Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring from Midland, Texas weighing in at 278 pounds, "Outlaw" Jack Conner!
’Harmonica’s Theme’ hits and the oldest man on the roster at the ripe old age of 58 walks through the curtains to a positive reaction from the fans. He looks a little overwhelmed as the fans cheer loudly for him, as he makes his way down the ramp. He enters the ring, looking very humble and only wave once to show his respect back to the fans, as Philip gets ready to announce his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, weighing in at 192 pounds from Washington D.C., representing The Senatorial Stable, "The Senator" Steve Phillips!
With the grand strains of Hail to the Chief playing, he steps into the enteranceway, and does a Nixon style Victory pose. He then crosses his arms rapidly as red, white, and blue tickertape shoots into the air from the enterance. The Senator then walks to the ring, shadowboxes in the corner, punching the turnbuckle a few times, and then strikes another Victory pose in the middle of the ring.
As the match begins the two lock up in the center in the ring. Quickly Senator locks in a side headlock on the "Outlaw" Jack Conner, but Conner manages to use his strength advantage in this encounter and he pushes Senator into the ropes. As Senator rebounds off the ropes, he attempts to shoulder block Conner, but fails as he drops down to the ground himself. Senator holds the back of his neck, as it appears that was the first thing to strike the mat, and Conner notices this and picks up the ACW veteran. Conner immediately goes to work on the neck of Senator with several large clubbing blows to Senator's neck. Senator buckles down to one knee and now Conner picks up Senator again and whips him into the corner. Senator strikes the turnbuckles hard and Conner follows up by crushing him in the corner with a clothesline. Groggily Senator walks out of the corner, dizzy from the previous attack and Conner drops him with a clothesline that nearly levels Senator. Conner drops down to his knees and hooks the leg of Senator, hoping to pick up a win but Senator manages to kick out after two, even Conner knows that Senator won't go down five minutes into the match. Conner picks up Senator, and continues to club him several times to the back of the neck, but Senator begins to make a comeback with several right hands to abdomen of Conner. Conner slowly releases his grasp on Senator and Senator nearly pierces his chest with a knife-edge chop. Conner clutches his chest in pain and Senator delivers another back hand chop to the chest of Conner. Conner is backed up into the corner and Senator delivers another chop to his chest which brings Conner down to one knee. Senator, still exhausted from the attack on his neck, whips Conner into the opposite corner. Conner manages to counter the irish whip though and send Senator hard into the corner himself.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:18:33 GMT -5
Conner backs up and runs at his opponent like a freight train but Senator gets both of his boots up which sends Conner reeling. Senator moves up to the top rope and he dives off the middle rope with a Missle Dropkick, to the suprise of the crowd and he quickly makes a cover. Conner manages to kick out of the cover from Senator and now Senator goes to work on Conner. Senator picks up Conner by his arm and wrenches it before driving his elbow in the the joint of Conner. Conner wails in pain shortly before Senator completes the Arm Wringer. Conner holds his arm in pain and Senator follows up with a grounded Hammerlock. Conner screams in pain and tries to make his way towards the ropes but not on Senator's watch. Senator flips over Conner with a bridged version of the grounded hammerlock and now he starts screaming loudly in pain. As the seconds pass by, Conner grows closer and closer to sucumbing to the technical prowess of Senator. Conner edges towards the ropes and manages to rest his ankle on the bottom rope which results in Senator releasing the move. Conner clutches his arm in pain and Senator picks up the man who is considerably bigger than he is. Senator grabs the arm of Conner again but Conner doesn't plan on being the victim of another one of Senator's submissions and he quickly takes Senator's head off with a short-arm clothesline. Conner holds his arm in pain before dropping a heft leg drop on the back of Senator's head. Senator clutches on the back of his neck in pain and Conner rises up and locks in the Camel Clutch on Senator with a knee driven in his upper back.
Senator tries to separate the hands of Conner in order to relieve some of the pain from the move but it is no good. Chants of "Senator" emerge from the crowd and the ACW veteran starts to edge closer to the ropes. Finally he gets to it but Conner uses the five count to his advantage and releases the hold at four. Conner picks up Senator and sets him up for a powerbomb. He then proceeds to drag him toward the corner and it looks like he is about to powerbomb in into the corner, which would be murder on his neck. Conner lifts Senator on his shoulder but Senator shows that he's still got something left and he starts pummeling Conner with rights and lefts. Senator lands a much decisive blow with one of his knife edge chops across the eyes of Conner. Conner drops Senator in the process, holding his eyes in pain. Senator bounces off the ropes and goes for the Partisan Kick straight between the eyes of Conner, and it connects. Conner drops to the ground like a sack of bricks and Senator hooks the leg as the referee slides over to count the one, two, three.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, "The Senator" Steve Phillips!
The crowd is ecstatic at the outcome; Senator rolls out of the ring to the outside where the referee ends up meeting him and as Senator rests on the apron, the referee raises his arm in triumph. Senator couldn't be happier with his win over Jack Conner and chants of Senator continue to engulf the arena as he walks up the ramp and disappears through the curtain.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:19:12 GMT -5
Segment: Tiger Tongue (Credit: Yoko / Sarin / Rose)
As the camera fades in, Yoko Satoshi is walking to the ACW lounge, alone. The only people in there as she enters are Chance Emmerson and Umeko Saito. Yoko walks past them and picks up three bottles of water and begins to leave, hurrying as she knows her match is due shortly.
Umeko: Wait…
Yoko stops in her tracks. She’s noticeably weary of ACW’s two newcomers. They have a quite the reputation…then again, Yoko has hers as well.
Umeko: I know you… You’re Yoko Satoshi, aren’t you?
Yoko: …Yes. Why do you ask?
Umeko: You could say we’re fans of your work. Ever since we came here, we’ve heard nothing but great things about your legendary World Title reign. From what I’ve heard, it’s very impressive. So impressive that I really doubt anybody will be able to top it…
Yoko: Thank you.
Umeko: We thought you might have similar success with your tag title reign too… Oh well… You know what they say about lightning. Maybe you’ll have better luck next time.
Yoko raises an eyebrow…unaware that Umeko is beginning to play a very cruel little game.
Yoko: What do you mean?
Umeko: Where’s your tag team partner?
Yoko: With my sister. I came to get the water.
Umeko: I don’t mean to get into your business or anything… It’s just that…well… I hate to say it, but it looks to me like you’re drifting apart.
Yoko: That would never happen.
Umeko: I’m just saying that’s what it looks like to me. Let’s look at the facts. She didn’t want you ringside at her little bra and panties match, and on top of that, she had a tag team partner earlier tonight that clearly wasn’t you. To top it all off, you apparently have a match against one another pretty soon.
Yoko: Your point?
Umeko: The point, my dear, is that I think she’s using you. I mean, put yourself in her place. You rise to the top pretty fast when you’re alongside the unstoppable. Even faster if you stop the unstoppable. She is already up there, and now she has to finish you off. That explains the tag match. That explains her not wanting you around. My dear, that explains everything. If I were you, I wouldn’t let myself be set up for heartbreak like this…
Yoko doesn’t respond. Chance, on the other hand, breaks his silence and addresses Yoko for the very first time.
Chance: If I were you… I’d take her advice to heart. She knows what she’s talking about.
Yoko: I don’t…I don’t think…I know Sarin wouldn’t do that. I have to go.
She leaves the room with a hint of tears in her eyes but otherwise confident in her own thoughts. A cruel smile creeps across Umeko’s face. Chance, on the other hand, looks very…confused.
Chance: I know you have your reasons, but I really don’t see why this is necessary. We don’t have any kind of agenda with those two.
Umeko: You don’t have an agenda with those two… Besides, I’m just playing the cards we’ve been dealt…and what a hand we’ve been given…
Upon hearing her vague explanation, Chance changes his tune on the matter quite a bit. So much, in fact, that Chance can't conceal his own malicious smirk as the camera fades.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:19:34 GMT -5
Segment: The Hit (Credit: Hunter / Dan)
He opens his eyes relatively slowly and looks around lazily. The effects of his dream are clearly seen on his completely puzzled face, and when he looks around he does not do so cautiously, as his fear would want him to. He moves around on the couch just a tad, if only to calm himself from the dream. What could this all mean? He rolls around once more and looks up at the clock, then groans. He remembers the words of his emotions and attempts to figure out the puzzle, and he attempts to answer their mysterious questions...but it is impossible. And then he remembers Reason's final words...
Hunter: ...wait, "you have a visitor?"
Out of pure instinct he rolls off the couch following the next sound he hears, which is but a simple click. And thankfully, his instinct ended up saving him, as the next sound that he hears is the full blown bang of a gun shot. The feathers from his couch fly out as if they were a stream of blood, and slowly they cover him as he lies with his hands over his head on the ground. He slowly looks up and sees the hole through his couch, and then at the hole through his door. In front of the hole appears a human eye, and though he cannot see its face, he is sure that its mouth is in the form of a grin.
?: 'ello, Mr. Hunter. Still alive, are we?
Reason: Who is he?
Hunter turns to look behind him but does not see anything. The voices are breaking through to the real world after all. He hops up and hops over his couch just as a large figure kicks the door open and enters the room. Through the hole in the couch, Hunter can see one man with a long black beard and the exact cocky grin that he had predicted. The man wears a hat and a long black coat, and in his hand is a .45 handgun that he rubs joyfully.
?: Oh, a challenge then? I've always loved me a challenge.
The figure cocks the gun back and puts it in his pocket. He slowly walks forward and looks around, attempting to find Hunter's exact position, but apparently to no avail.
Pride: Kill him now, you can do it!
Fear: No, give yourself up, there is no way to win!
Hunter: Shut up!
The man pulls out his gun and fires at Hunter exact location, but before he could finish speaking, Hunter had already realized that he had done something wrong. He rolls out of the way of the bullet and sees that the man has already begun to trace his path. Hunter ducks behind a shelf just as the man fires once more.
?: Quite the evasive fella, you are.
Rage: He's taunting you...show him the meaning of pain!
Hunter shakes his head to attempt to get rid of the voices, and it works only for a few moments. He knows he cannot stay put for long, and so he rolls out of the way once more as another bullet just grazes his hair. He jumps behind another shelf and rolls through, then ends up near the front of the room once more, this time even closer to the man.
?: You can't run forever!
Agony: We cannot bear this...stop running!
But Hunter does not listen to his agony, as only his reason can truly make him consider such an action. He notices the nearby lamp, and so quickly he kicks it and watches as it quickly flies over to his right and explodes upon contact with the ground. The man quickly fires a bullet over in that direction, and Hunter uses this distraction to run over to the door. He flings it open and launches himself into the hall just as another two bullets fly through the door. He slams it shut and grabs a nearby chair, then quickly sets it up so as to lock the door. The man attempts to get through, but he has no such luck, and soon thereafter stops fighting.
?: You're a clever one, Hunter. But we'll meet again soon.
Pride: And next time, you won't walk away alive!
Hunter stands around the edge of the door breathing heavily as he hears a pair of descending footsteps, and then moments later he hears a pair approaching him. He turns around to see the Senator walking closer, eyebrow raised prematurely.
Senator: What is going on?
Hunter: ...long story.
Fear: Don't tell him! He'll put you in more danger!
Reason: I concur. This is not something anyone else should know.
Hunter: I just got shot at.
Hunter is not one to obey anyone, let alone himself. The Senator raises his other eyebrow, and then Hunter quickly removes the chair blocking the door and opens it. Inside the Senator sees a large mess, a broken lamp, and a broken window. But no shooter.
Senator: ...from the top, please.
Hunter sighs and takes a seat on his couch once more as the Senator looks over his ruined office. It will take Hunter a while to tell the story, and it will take the Senator a while to process it. But they have time, and that is all that matters, truthfully. Deep inside, Hunter's emotions feel betrayed. Trust is a large factor of anyone's life, and they must trust everyone and everything around them to guide them to salvation.
But what happens when you can no longer trust yourself?
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:21:33 GMT -5
Match 7: Yoko Satoshi vs. The Great KUDA (Credit: Wyvern)
As the night wanes on, the remaining contests tonight on Meltdown show promise to not do the same, seeing as the upcoming matches are destined to be of PPV quality, and for a free audience? Someone’s losing their job. Anyways, the crowd is still transfixed on the action that’s transpired here so far, and it’s only getting more intense, as the crowd pops for Phillip as he walks in the ring, signifying that they’re back from commercial, and the next match is ready to go.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Kyoto, Japan, standing at 5’9” and weighing 221 pounds, The Great KUDA!
Right on cue, the lights of the arena all cease to shine. “Vampire Killer” hits the P.A., as the crowd gives off a mixed reaction as the lights come back on, leaving one to wonder what the ACW’s electricity bill must be every month. As KUDA walks down to the ring, he climbs up the steps and steps into the ring. After he sheds the flag that he wore down to ringside, KUDA steps on top of a turnbuckle. KUDA then dazzles the crowd as he walks across the rope, praying as he does so. Upon completing a successful walk, he hops down, eliciting a large pop from the crowd.
Phillip: And his opponent, hailing from Okinawa, Japan, standing at 5’6” and weighing 100 pounds, accompanied by Sarin, the former ACW World champion, Yoko Satoshi!
”Flower of Carnage” replaces the sound of Phillip’s voice, as the crowd pops loudly for Yoko and Sarin, as they make their way out of the entranceway, both wearing their ACW Tag Team Title belts around their waists as they make their way down to the ring. Sarin draws the attention the two receive to Yoko, as to motivate her as a good friend/lover should. They make it to the ring, and Sarin helps Yoko enter the ring, as Yoko hands Sarin her belt for safekeeping. After a few brief moments, RAF calls for the bell.
The bell rings.
Both Yoko and KUDA start to move in on each other, analyzing each other’s stance as they close in. As KUDA reaches in for the initial grapple, Yoko realizes that she’s at a disadvantage by simply locking up with someone double her petite weight, as she sidesteps the grapple attempt, and connects with a low sweeping kick that catches KUDA. As both Yoko and KUDA get back up, they both look each other in the eye, still trying to analyze the other. KUDA attempts another grapple, and yet again, Yoko dodges it…no! KUDA blocks a drop toe hold attempt, and grasps Yoko’s hair! Yoko looks to be in a state of discomfort, as KUDA continues to pull, before leaping into a bulldog! With Yoko down on the mat, KUDA moves over and quickly applies a leg scissors headlock to Yoko. As the hold locks on, Yoko starts flailing around, knowing that such a hold can end a match quickly. Luckily for her, she’s within a leg’s reach from the ropes, as she manages to get a couple of toes on the rope, as RAF calls for the rope break. KUDA doesn’t comply, at least for the first few seconds of the five-count before letting go. With a new breath of air, Yoko slides away from KUDA as the two get back up to a standing position. Yoko gets up first, utilizing her speed and light frame, as she connects with KUDA with a jumping knee, nailing him in the midsection. KUDA lurches forward, and falls on the ropes.
McNally: It appears KUDA has gotten the wind knocked out of him!
Yoko sees a golden opportunity, as she rushes up the adjacent turnbuckle, and leaps off of the top rope, delivering a variation of a dropkick, that resembles more of a top-rope baseball slide in execution, as she connects with the back midsection of KUDA, which in effect sends him tumbling over the top rope! KUDA cringes upon his impact on the outside, as he is just starting to get his breathing under control. He stands on one knee, as Yoko exits the ring, and seeing yet another prime opportunity, dashes at KUDA, looking to score with the Pop from Okinawa…no! KUDA lifts up Yoko just prior to impact, and falls back, dropping Yoko face first into the steel steps!
Edison: DANGGGERROUSS!
McNally: What a brutal impact made by the steel steps! That will surely change the momentum in KUDA’s favor!
Edison: You think?! Good game, Captain Obvious!
McNally: Quiet, you. Pay attention to the match.
As KUDA stands back up, his first instinct is to slide back into the ring and back out, to make sure the ten-count doesn’t creep up on him. As Yoko lies on the steel steps, looking a little bit glazed over as KUDA comes up behind her, and delivers a backdrop suplex onto the steel steps. Though the impact wasn’t as violent as the last, it still gets its effect known, as Yoko grasps her lower back in pain. KUDA picks her back up, and rolls her into the ring. He picks her up by the hair, and with a rather out-of-it Yoko looks straight on, as KUDA launches a few roundhouse kicks her way, connecting with her back, then another that strikes her on the side of the face, dropping her back down to the mat. As Yoko falls to the mat, KUDA hops over to the nearby apron, and anticipates for when she stands up. As Yoko gets back to a standing base, KUDA leaps off, and lands on top of her, spinning around, and delivering a brutal Terrorana! As Yoko crumples down to the mat, KUDA makes a cover.
1…
2…
Kickout by Yoko! The crowd pops loudly as Yoko raises a shoulder in the nick of time, as KUDA’s body language reeks of disappointment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:22:40 GMT -5
McNally: What resiliency from Satoshi!
Edison: No, duh… Yokoberg falls to no one!
McNally: Well, at least you’re right there. However, I can’t help but think this could potentially be the end of her massive undefeated streak.
Edison: (in a mocking voice) Quiet, you. Pay attention to the match.
McNally: Hey!
As KUDA raises Yoko up, the disoriented Yoko looks to be easy pickings for another KUDA strike. KUDA kicks Yoko in the midsection, doubling her over, as KUDA connects with the DDT…no! Yoko manages to slide out of the front face headlock, as KUDA falls to the mat. Yoko stumbles back into the ropes, as she launches forward with a Hogan-like jumping leg drop, landing across the throat of KUDA as he tries to get up. This keeps KUDA down, as Yoko goes for a cover.
1…
2…
And no dice, as KUDA kicks out of the attempt. Yoko looks around, trying to figure out an idea to fully turn the momentum in her favor. As she quickly runs her back in doing so, she falls victim to a quick rolling Koppou Kick, which makes her stumble into a nearby turnbuckle. KUDA wastes no time, as rushes up the same turnbuckle as Yoko stumbles back, perches for a mere moment before striking Yoko with his legs, completing The Swoosh! Yoko falls backwards, and it’s apparent that she might be done for the count, as evidenced by Sarin getting more and more concerned and vocal ringside. With such an advantage at this stage of the match, KUDA starts to taunt to Sarin, as he starts biting the ropes, barking at the ring crew and Sarin. As he turns around to tend to the fallen Yoko, he’s about to pick up Yoko, when all of a sudden he’s rolled-up into a pin!
Edison: HOLY POSSUM PIN! ONEEEEE! TWOOOOO! THR-NOOOOOOOO!!!
McNally: Ummm…you said that so loud, that ref didn’t even have to count.
Edison: Well, you do what you gotta. To bad for Yoko now, as that not only depletes her momentum meter, it depletes her stored finisher.
McNally: Wh-what are you talking about?! This isn’t Smackdown vs. Raw 2006! This is real life!
Edison: (total silence)
After a very close fall on KUDA, Yoko understands without a doubt this is her opportune time to mount an offensive. After KUDA gets up, he’s a little bit dizzy from the roll-up attempt, and he quickly falls victim to a Russian legsweep, which brings him back down to the canvas. Yoko wastes no time following up, as she leaps up and delivers yet another jumping leg drop to the fallen KUDA. This gives Yoko a few moments to catch her breath and get her composure back. As KUDA gets back up, Yoko launches at KUDA with a jumping clothesline. However, KUDA appears to be ready for such a maneuver, as he rolls a bit and flows with it into a sort of jumping armdrag. KUDA spins around, and taunts to the crowd, until a swift dropkick from Yoko, who had landed on her feet, sends KUDA flying, shoulder first into a turnbuckle. As he slumps over the second rope, Yoko quickly rushes up the turnbuckle, and drops into a Low-Ki/Senshi-style double stomp, which causes KUDA to bounce out of the precarious situation, but not without dealing even more damage. With a full head of steam, Yoko looks to bring about the end of the match, as determined by the change in her demeanor. She quickly pulls KUDA back up to a standing position, as she strikes him with a few kicks and open fists, before Irish whipping him into the ropes. However, KUDA catches the ropes, and decides to re-continue his charge a mere moment later, as he has control over his speed. He launches at Yoko, who manages to get good leverage on him to send him over the top rope with a back body drop.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:23:18 GMT -5
The fans prepare to cringe at the impact, as Yoko stands for a mere instant, wondering why there hadn’t been any sound of impact. All of a sudden, she notices her arms are pinned by KUDA’s legs against the ropes, and in a mere second, her legs are grasped by KUDA’s arms, completing the Tarantula and locking it in!
Edison: DDDDAANNNGERRROUS!
The ref takes a few moments to really understand what’s going on, before Sarin screams from ringside, telling the ref to break the hold. RAF slaps his head in shame, before quickly administering the five-count, speeding it up to compensate for his delay in making the count earlier. KUDA releases at the final instant before five, and flips over, landing on the outside of the ring. Yoko stumbles forward, and flops onto the canvas from being released from the hold. KUDA re-enters the ring, and starts to stalk the fallen Yoko, much akin to a shark smelling blood in the water. As Yoko gets back up, KUDA rushes her and connects with the Yakuza Knee…no!!! Yoko lowers herself, and nails KUDA in the stomach with a kick as she rolls away. As KUDA stays bent over, he can’t react quickly enough to Yoko’s assault, as all of a sudden, she launches on top of him, and nails the Flying Guillotine! The crowd goes wild at the spontaneity of the maneuver as Yoko makes a cover.
1…
2…
3! The bell rings!
Phillip: And here is your winner, Yoko Satoshi!
”Flower of Carnage” hits as the crowd chants wildly in approval for the see-saw match between the two superstars. Sarin rushes into the ring and meets Yoko with a congratulatory hug, before RAF can raise Yoko’s arm in victory. As Yoko and Sarin celebrate, KUDA looks on, rather disappointed with the failed attempt to keep Yoko down, but nods in a respective manner towards Yoko, which she returns as well, before exiting the ring. The camera feed then cuts to commercial as Yoko and Sarin soon head backstage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:25:21 GMT -5
Segment: Result of Disaster (Credit: FSX)
Should this night be showing things too come, everything looks to be on it's way up. There hasn't been such an explosive televised event in recent memory, but this changes everything. With Omega Effect on the horizon, it appears as if things will only continue to grow until ACW's climax....but before that happens, this night continues. The scene cuts to backstage, as per usual, as Fallen Souls makes his second appearance on meltdown for the night. There is no solid face or heel reaction for him, as no one really knows what to think of him in his current state... He has been the center of mid card controversy as of late, and it is unknown if he truly played the villain that fateful night, or if he was actually a shinning hero..giving mercy on a forgotten superstar. The fans will make there judgment soon enough, however it seems, as that's how things tend to play out..
He appears to be packing up his things, having finally managed to clean the room of the disaster it was at the end of Meltdown , as he apparently is packing for a trip...and the fact he even packed his rubber arms can not be a good sign. Had Ginger struck him with swift justice behind the scenes? Had Kevin managed to push him over the edge and make him quit the business? Was he afraid of The Chef's cooking? Would we get any answer from this? Apparently, we would. Before Fallen could finish his packing and be on his way too wherever he was headed, Kevin Anderson stampeded his way into the room, holding with him a piece of paper... Fallen didn't have to stop and see what Kevin had to say, but with a look of depression on his face he simply figured things could not become worse for him... But then again, it is ACW.
FSX: ...What is it now Kevin? Come to apologize for the political assassination?
Kevin: (breathing heavily) News....big....important....match...coming....ughh
Kevin collapsed to the floor, which temporarily alarmed Fallen into coming too his side, but Kevin was the king of the theatre lately it seemed..and this was no different. The moment Fallen kneeled down next too him, he shot up and handed Fallen the paper. Taken back for a moment, FSX took it...staring at Kevin with malice, but deciding to continue his incredible self-control and leave it too others to kick the arrogant interviewers ass.
Kevin: Ginger wants to see you.
FSX: ..So what? I don't care.
Kevin: It's about what happened in Okinawa...please don't hurt me.
FSX: He was going to find out eventually, and I knew you would tell him.... unless of course I killed you, and I really don't have enough free time too do that.
Kevin is startled, taking a step back from Fallen, as a small grin formed on his face.
FSX: Then again, I will have more free time if he fires me over this..
Kevin : U-um...I...uh..I-I'M SORRY!
Kevin spent no time running off in a flury, screaming all the way. He was far to well acquainted with pain... but that wasn't FSX's problem. He knew why Ginger wanted to see him, and he knew that nothing good could come of it... but maybe he could understand, after all, he was young once.... But thoughts of the boss' age would not help him now, in fact they could probably hurt him, so he simply decided to go to Ginger's office without a fuss.
Approaching the office, he froze for a moment. It was as if a sinister deal had just been finalized, or that his life had just been decided for him..either way, something horrible was about to happen. No doubt of that. Swallowing all hesitation, he decided it best to face whatever this was head on, and storm into Ginger's office without a second thought
Ginger: I see you've finally arrived.
He surveyed Fallen for a moment, before nodding too himself as a smirk crossed his lips.
Ginger: I've heard you've gotten yourself into mischief overseas...
FSX: I wouldn't call it that...I only did what I had too do.
Ginger: You didn't have to do that, we both know it... So let's not pretend you had to make the biggest mistake of your life, you had to cross Mitsuharu Misawa, you HAD to make me look bad...
Upon hearing the latter statement, Fallen grinned for a moment, but his face quickly turned cold when he saw Ginger was doing the same.
Ginger: But it's alright, really, I've worked everything out...
FSX: ....How?
Ginger: First of all, I'd like to give my sincerest apologies on what happened at Warfare... Predator had no right to hit you with that chair..but there's nothing I can do.
FSX: How did you work everything out?
Ginger: I'm getting to that, no rush... Second of all, I'd like to announce right here and right now that your now officially booked in a match at Omega Effect.
A look of surprise crosses his face.
Ginger: What? Thought I was going to fire you or something?
FSX: Er...well..kind of.
Ginger: Nooo, never! If you were fired, I couldn't make you suffer.
It seems to finally be settling in for Fallen that Ginger isn't just going to let him go, he's going to make his life a living hell first...
FSX: You...bastard...
Ginger: Oh, we don't need to be vulgar now do we? Let me answer your question from before..will that make you feel better?
FSX: ...
Ginger: Not going to respond? Well I'm going to tell you anyway. I've talked with Misawa, and we've come to an agreement over ACW can repay the debt that you made for us.
FSX: ...How?
Ginger: He is compiling a Team of Athletes...and that Team will take part in YOUR MATCH AT OMEGA EFFECT!
FSX: WHAT?!?
Ginger: Oh, but there's more! There will also be two other teams...one of ACW's present stars, and stars of ACW's past.
FSX: Your fucking with me, right?
Fallen looks irate, as Ginger smugly turns away from him.
Ginger: It's settled to be a 16 man Team-Based battle royale match....
FSX: ...So..wait...I get a team too?
Ginger: Not exactaly...there's 5 men too a team. If you want, try and join Team ACW, if you fail to gain there..acceptance..then you'll just have to enter the match alone.
FSX: ASSHOLE!
Ginger: Oh, but I'm still not finished... The participants for Team ACW are as follows so far--
Before Ginger can finish, Fallen leaves the room in a violent rage. What had he done too himself? His personal beliefs were defiantly not worth getting his ASS kicked over! But now he had no choice..if he didn't compete, he'd be sued, if he did compete, he'd be dead! As Fallen left in fury. Ginger sat in content. He knew he was going too have a whole lot of fun with this situation...and in the end, he would get his revenge...
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:27:23 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #34 (Credit: Yoko and Sarin)
November 20th, 2005 Okinawa, Japan THE STREETS
Despite a bloody face, Sarin is the one driving herself and Yoko home. Yoko is seemingly in another zone and is unfit to drive. There is much silence until Yoko breaks it.
Yoko: Sarin, we did a really bad thing.
Sarin: I know we did.
Yoko: This wasn’t like last time…This time we were responsible. He’s dead because of us, completely.
Sarin: It was a really stupid plan…
Yoko: We killed him.
Sarin: No, Yoko. It may have been our fault, but we did not kill him, nor did we intend for him to die. Jinx killed him through us, thinking he was a criminal.
Yoko looks out the window.
Sarin: As far as I’m concerned, Jinx should be our current number one priority. Especially since I didn’t see The Idolizer hanging around like usual. Maybe he gave up.
Yoko: He won’t give up. He doesn’t-
Sarin: Yoko, he ISN’T Mr. Floppy.
Yoko: Well maybe he’s talking to Jinx.
Sarin: That one sounds a lot more reasonable. We’ll try to figure it out at home. I have a really big headache.
Yoko continues to look out of the window. So many imposing villains out there…So many lives to save. So few leads. Mysteries upon mysteries. Mysteries for another time.
To Be Continued…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:27:55 GMT -5
Match 8: Affirmative Action vs. RDK & AK
There is a sense of excitement in the air as the show reaches its climax; Philip enters the ring and has to pause a little to let the noise die back before he can make his announcements.
Philip: Our main event match tonight is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the team of Affirmative Action… From Brooklyn, New York, he is the leader of the Corporate Alliance, BK London!
”Hold Ya Head” blares into the arena, and BK gets the mother of all heel reactions as he enters the arena. He is without the rest of the CA, but the fans would be willing to bet that they are not far away, and BK looks extremely confident as he walks to the ring and enters it, striding around proprietarily.
Philip: And his partner for this evening, he is the #1 contender for the ACW World Title at Omega Effect… Victor “Latino” Laureano!
Oooooh, Latiiiinooo!
The opening of Pitbull’s “Oye” brings all the fans back to their feet (you’d think they’d have learned not to bother sitting down between entrances by now.) Latino comes out with a bright smile, slapping his chest and moving rhythmically to the beat as he makes his way to the ring, and the fans reach out their hands to make contact causing him to detour all over the place. BK tuts and taps his foot, something which Latino simply ignores when he finally reaches the ring. The two may not like one another, but they know how to get the job done in tag competition…
Once Latino has eventually arrived in the ring, Philip goes on with his intros.
Philip: And their opponents… first, from Yellowknife, Canada, he is your ACW International Champion… the Macho Man, R-D-K!
”Macho Man” hits and sends the crowd wild; RDK comes out into the light, adjusts his sunglasses and slaps his title belt, creating waves of cheers around the arena as he walks to the ring. He ascends the steps and enters it, pacing around and keeping an eye on his opponents for the evening; BK watches him too, but for now keeps his cards close to his chest.
Philip: And his partner, from London, England she is the current ACW World Champion… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
”Fly” plays as the arena darkens, and the chorus is almost drowned out by the crowd as AK comes out and holds up her title to them, setting off a storm of camera flashes. She walks down to the ring, brushing her hand along the row of eager fans at the barrier, and RDK graciously holds down the ring ropes so that she can enter without difficulty.
The lights are restored, and head referee Raymond Allen Fleming takes charge of proceedings, collecting up the title belts and telling the participants to organize themselves. BK and RDK emerge as the starting pair, so AK and Latino head to their corners and adopt a watching brief as RAF completes his checks, and signals for the match to start.
Bell Rings.
All the words that have been exchanged between BK and RDK in the past few shows have led the fans to believe that this will be a heated confrontation between the two, and their expectations are immediately confirmed as the pair close in on one another and start to throw seriously powerful punches. Their strength means that this can only be endured for a short time before they break apart, and then lunge forward to lock up in the centre of the ring. It matters not a bit that there are no titles or other prizes on the line, the desire for victory burns brightly in both of them and makes the atmosphere electric. The stalemate resolves when BK manages to lift and suplex RDK; the crowd boos as BK smirks, but RDK lands with a practiced skill and holds himself up on his hands and one foot, using his other limb to sweep out BK’s ankles and bring him to the mat. The crowd cheers loudly as RDK nips up and stomps BK a few times, and BK glares as he rolls athletically back up to his feet.
The Macho man advances without delay and hits BK with a series of underhook punches, but BK retaliates with a few clubbing forearms and then some sharp chops that force RDK on to the defensive. Sneaking in a European uppercut, BK buys himself enough time to run to the ropes and then dash back for a crossbody that slams both men on to the canvas; landing on top of his foe, BK batters RDK with mounting punches and then forces his shoulders to the mat for a count of 1.5. Looking annoyed, RDK shoves BK back and rolls on to his feet; BK is only a second or so behind him, but this is enough for RDK to prepare for and then execute his running lariat. BK finds himself revisiting the mat much sooner than he intended, and RDK drops into the pin, 1……2- BK kicks strongly, and the fans roar as both men rise, breathing a little more heavily but otherwise showing no sign of being cowed by their opponent.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:28:26 GMT -5
Throwing themselves into the fight once again, BK gets the best of the next exchange, and builds up to an Irish whip that sets up his Fireman’s carry to double knee gutbuster, one of his less frequently seen moves. This earns BK a solid 2 count on the pin, and the fans continue to boo him as he gets up and puts the boot viciously into RDK. Back in her corner, AK calls out encouragement to her partner, and RDK responds by standing and blocking BK’s next punch, countering it into his near-legendary DDT/Elbow drop combination for a loud and nostalgic pop from the crowd. Rather than pin, RDK nips up and takes the opportunity to tag AK in; the crowd pops again as AK jumps over the ropes, and BK finds himself on the wrong end of a double suplex before RDK makes his exit. Latino starts stamping on the apron as AK makes a cover, and BK kicks out just after the 2 – it will take a lot more than that to defeat the sole survivor, and though RDK is his preferred target BK is just as keen to finally score one over his long-time adversary for the World title.
Although she’s had a great deal of success against her foe of late, AK isn’t taking the slightest thing for granted, and she opens up with a fast succession of kicks aiming to do some heavy damage to BK while she has the advantage of freshness. BK grimaces, but no one in ACW is more resilient to direct attack, and BK shows that he’s no slouch in the kicking department, smashing a calf kick into AK’s lower body. AK forces herself not to bend forward and expose her neck, so BK works around that and instead whacks her across the face with a forearm, momentarily stunning AK so that he can pull off an extremely fast Snap suplex. AK hits hard but rolls at once to her feet and throws herself into the ropes, rebounding at great speed. With only a second or so to react, BK counters masterfully into his Concrussion (reverse DDT lift with stall into sitout Inverted DDT). The fans shout in alarm as BK goes straight for the pin, 1…2…- AK kicks out perilously close to the 3, and RDK starts to clap and get the crowd on his side of the ring going in support.
BK smirks as he and AK rise back to their feet, looking pleased with his progress; Latino looks slightly uncomfortable and torn between the two people in the ring. AK meanwhile just looks annoyed, and decides that she needs to take positive action to turn the tide of the match; she feigns a kick on one side that BK dodges and then whips around to belt him in the ribs with the other foot. Unbalanced, BK stumbles and AK whips him hard into one of the neutral corners; she rushes in and jumps up off of the second rope into a cracking guillotine kick, and then lands back on the second rope for some unusual but crowd-pleasing 10-punching in the corner. Getting pissed off, BK punches AK back as soon as he is able, and holds her as he forces his way out of the corner – but AK responds by clapping him hard around the head and sending air into BK’s ears, totally disorienting him for several seconds. AK twists around and uses a headscissors to throw BK; without the run-up it lacks power, but this is only a prelude to AK’s true intention as she hurries back to the corner and then leaps off for a high altitude moonsault. BK is smart enough to expect a high flying move but has precious little time in which to act, and though he is able to get up in time his counter into a backward slam also forces him to endure an impact with the mat. With both competitors down, BK has ended up close to his own corner, and with AK looking like the first to rise Latino grabs the initiative, and stretches to make a tag with his partner who is still on the mat.
The crowd roars, they’ve been waiting to see AK and Latino in direct competition for quite some time, and Latino shows that he’s put all other considerations aside as AK finds her feet. He attacks at once with his famed shuffling punches, and still slightly dazed from the fall AK has to use all her wits to defend against being hit with a decisive blow. RDK calls out, offering the tag, but AK shakes her head and battles back – she doesn’t want to give the impression that she is running from a fight with Latino, and as the battle moves back toward the centre of the ring AK tricks Latino into over-reaching with a punch, grabs his arm and “spins the bottle” to send Latino into her own corner. RDK is too honorable to attack Latino on the sly, and simply keeps clear as AK delivers a crowd-thrilling Liger Kick. Only now is the tag made, and RDK vaults over the ropes, catches hold of Latino, and hits him with the Jabroni Buster. The fans leap to their feet as RDK pins, 1…2…- but no, he’s too close to the ropes and Latino gets a foot on to the bottom one at the last second.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:28:55 GMT -5
Not wanting to be caught out, RDK gets up quickly and pulls Latino to his feet. Latino, though, is starting to find a second wind; he shakes his shoulders and begins to punch RDK repeatedly before hitting his release Northern Lights Suplex. The crowd goes wild as Latino rushes to the ropes and gets up on to them; he perfectly springs into the Drunk’s Stumble (springboard corkscrew moonsault) and hits RDK before he has a chance to get up. This sets the pin perfectly, and the crowd counts 1…2…-
RDK kicks, but of more pressing interest to the referee is the fact that BK is in the ring… and breaks the cover. Latino is stunned, and furious; he jumps up and shouts at BK, who pushes him back and the crowd pops as it looks like a huge fight is about to break out. RDK, who is still badly dazed, finds his way back to his corner and AK enters the ring to see if he’s ok; RAF, out of the corner of his eye, sees them rendevouz but is too busy trying to stop the brawl to take a close look. BK and Latino, meanwhile, start to throw punches; getting more and more angry, Latino hits BK with his Shake, Rattle, Roll (three jabs and a discus lariat)- but BK blocks the lariat and then performs a mighty Shades of Michaels out of nowhere. Latino staggers, his sense of direction and everything else royally screwed up… and with the deftness of a skilled operator, BK rushes toward AK and RDK, shouting abuse at Latino as he goes…
Burning with anger, Latino makes a blind grab for BK, and without looking nails a staggering Switchblade Cut. The crowd goes mental as Latino smirks and turns to enjoy the sight of BK brought low – but to his shock, he discovers that he has in fact delivered the critical hit to AK instead. While this is happening, BK swiftly clotheslines RDK out of the ring and on to the steel steps with a thud, and then rushes back, lifts a still stunned Latino up and drops him in his own corner, hopping over the ropes. Raymond Fleming, who has been doing his best to keep up, sees only that BK tags and then “helps” Latino out of the ring, tossing him to the outside. Believing that the two people now in the ring are the legal competitors, BK is unhampered by the head referee as he executes the last part of his elaborate scheme. AK is still dizzy and does her best to defend herself, but it’s a futile cause and BK perfectly completes the sequence begun with the Switchblade Cut with his own Revolver at full power. The fans can’t believe it, but they have no choice; BK pins and AK has nothing left to fight back with as RAF counts the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here are your winners… Affirmative Action!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 8, 2006 16:29:21 GMT -5
The boos are enormous as BK gets up and holds his arms high, having at last achieved one of his goals and gained a victory over AK. The World Champ struggles to regain her senses, and RDK rolls back into the ring, ignoring a slight wound to his head from the steps to check on her. Latino is just as concerned; he pays little attention to BK… but before he can reach his wife, BK holds out an arm to stop him… and then shakes his hand with a smile, patting him on the back. The mics don’t pick up what is said, but it looks like BK is congratulating Latino on the success of “their” plan…
Latino is totally confused, but the audience doesn’t know what to believe – was the Latin King used, or was this all a pre-determined scheme? Boos break out, and AK looks at Latino with hurt eyes, and then looks away. Immediately Latino begins to protest his innocence, and it looks as if the relationship between Alicia and Victor is about to go through another rocky patch-
-But one man in the arena is not fooled. RDK watches as BK walks away up the ramp; his twisted smirk tells the Macho Man all he needs to know. BK continues to smirk and celebrate all the way up the ramp. There’s no doubting who the real winner of this match has been…
RDK’s expression is setting as hard as stone, and as cold as ice. There is only so much even the most patient and honorable person can take.
The crowd’s boos accompany BK all the way to the stage, and so he does not recognize the sudden rise in the sound from the fans until it is far too late. RDK charges from behind and spears BK to the ground, and bashes BK repeatedly against the metal staging. After a tough match, BK is left reeling, and Latino and AK’s quarrel is forgotten as they see something totally unexpected. RDK is ripping away an entire stage panel, exposing a black, deep hole to the concrete foundation.
AK: Jesus H. Christ, he’s not going to…
Latino: Oh hell no, chico, don’t do it!
They slide out of the ring and race up the ramp… but they are not fast enough. With a look of fury for all that has gone on over the last few shows, RDK grabs BK and gives him just a second to register what is about to happen before Macho Slamming him straight into the hole in the stage. There is a loud, agonizing crash, and one of the cameras rushes up. It catches sight of RDK staring emotionlessly into the dark, and AK and Latino also staring, their faces drained of colour.
The light on the camera can only show a small outline of the figure below, a figure that is not moving. Officials hurry to the scene, and RDK is escorted away; he goes quietly and without a hint of aggression to those around him…
The show ends on this shadowy note. What will this mean for Omega Effect?
What on earth is going on with Hunter, and Dan?
And as for Rattlesnake and Wyvern… where will that saga lead?
These and many other tales will continue on Warfare… for better, or for worse…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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