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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:26:24 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 3rd August 2006
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------
Scott Andrews vs. Julio Rivera and Pablo Lopez
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Alexander Starkweather vs. Santiago Rivera
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Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson vs. Jonny Hughes
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Nichols and Wyvern vs. Mystery Opponents
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Rena Matheson vs. Jonny Spade
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Rawt vs. Alicia Kitsune
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BK London vs Mystery Opponent
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Hunter vs. Rattlesnake
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:27:37 GMT -5
Opening segment: "Santiago and the Snake" (Credit: Santiago/Rattlesnake)
The show opens with its usual mix of pro and music; we waste no time as we get right into the action here on ACW Meltdown as “Superheroes” by Edguy hits the sound system. Mixed reactions flourish as Santiago Rivera makes his way out from the back with a mic in hand. He doesn’t even look into the crowd, just forward to the ring. He has just jeans and a t-shirt on as he slides into the ring. He now begins looking into the crowd as his music fades.
There is a pause of silence that quickly becomes filled in with boos and cheers by this topsy-turvy crowd.
Santiago: Ahem…..
He clears his throat and waits for a moment.
Santiago: As you all know at Seven Deadly Sins I participated in a match. A match that if won, would fulfill you fantasies. I was in a match called the Golden Ticket Treasure Hunt. This match could have excelled me to great points in my career….but….no. A cold hearted old man ripped that away. Sure, maybe I wasn’t going to win and Alicia would have walked out with the Golden Ticket, but ending the match on a time limit? Seriously Ginger, you’ve just sunk to a lower level. One of us four competitors was guaranteed the golden ticket. Guaranteed; GUARAN- FUCKIN’- TEED; But no…you wanted to keep playing your little game. But now that I think of it….this isn’t the first time I’ve been screwed. Let’s go back.
Santiago points to the AlphaTron.
Santiago is clearly pissed off at this point, and leaves the ring. He returns bearing a steal chair which he steals off the time keeper, but as he enters the ring, the referee is quick to take the chair off him. But RDK winks to a camera as it zooms up on him, and with the referee’s back turned, he smacks Santiago right between the legs with his fist! But before you can say ‘timber’, RDK wraps his arm around Santiago’s neck, hitting the Macho Slam! The referee turns around just in time to see the leg of Santiago hooked, and the Macho Man hooking the leg with the entire arena chanting along with the ref:
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Philip: Here is your winner…AND NEW International Champion, ‘The Macho Man’ Randy Dallas Kanyon!
The arena is still deafened by the noise that the crowd makes as RDK rolls off Santiago’s body. He climbs to his feet, smirks as he grabs the International Title, and climbs the turnbuckle as the lights slightly fade and ‘Macho Man’ plays in the background. RDK then repeats the deal to the other three corners, enjoying every single moment of the start of his second reign for the International title. He leaves the ring, appearing to mouth something to Santiago as he leaves. He walks up the ramp, but as he reaches the top he stops, turns around, and holds his belt up high for the crowd, before turning around again and leaving. A camera then shows Santiago lying in the ring, holding his crotch as the referee comforts him.
Fade Out.
We return to Santiago
Santiago: You see! Okay, I’ve kept silent but now I feel that it’s just time to let it out. I was SCREWED for my International Title and all of you know it. RDK used an illegal move on me, a low blow, to wear me down just long enough for the Macho Slam. I was devastated as the greatest International title reign in A-C-W history….was ended early at only one hundred and fourteen days. I could have gone on and on, but I was cheated. I should have said something sooner but I felt that the longer I didn’t say anything, the less I would sounded like a whiny little bastard who just complains and drinks, and drinks telling a bartender all of his problems. He whines, and whines saying that he deserves a shot at the International title. That it should be his. Wait…that sounds familiar…now doesn’t it?
The crowd doesn’t take long to catch on as they all begin to chants “Rattle Sucks”.
Santiago: Wow, this crowd is smarter than I thought.
He walks around while everyone doesn’t know whether to cheer…or boo.
Santiago: Each and every one of you….are correct! The current International Champion, Rattlesnake pissed and moaned for the past month saying that HE……HE should be the champion instead of the returning Macho Man who never lost the title. So what if RDK screwed me in our title match, he had a good reign after, he backed it up! But then, Rattlesnake cried his way into a title shot at Seven Deadly Sins where what happens? RDK falls from the ladder and this undeserving piece of cow shit climbs to the top and retrieves the title. Now I know what most of you are thinking.
He points to a girl who looks rather pissed off in the 2nd row with a guy along with his friends go nuts as they see themselves on the Alpha Tron.
Santiago: You…You right there, the brunette with the very revealing top on.
The crowd laughs as she covers herself up.
Santiago: You’re thinking, “Oh why, oh why did I let Craig drag me to this dirty event where two greasy men just jump on each other.”
He then points to a large man in size.
Santiago: And you….you’re thinking, “Where’s the beef?”
Santiago: But as for the rest of you…you’re thinking “why is Santiago telling us all of this stuff?” Why? Well I’ll tell you why because it’s very simple folks; I wasn’t going to demand a rematch for my International Title, but after seeing how Rattle obtained his shot and then eventually the title at Seven Deadly Sins, I request….no…I DEMAND that I face Rattlesnake here tonight for his newly won strap of gold. So come on Gingey, don’t disappoint me tonight like you disappointed oh so many last Saturday. Make the match that every body here in attendance wants to see official. Make this ass wipe pay his dues as champion since I sure as hell know I did!
The majority of the crowd is actually starting to get behind Santiago as a “Make the Match” chant starts up.
Santiago: Come on Ginger, you owe me this, now get your - - -
“Blind” by Silverchair hits and it’s not the music Santiago wanted to hear, but it’s just as good.
Santiago: Oh, oh, even better! Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to your local douche bag, Rattlesnake!
Rattlesnake makes his way out with his International Title around his waist with a microphone in hand as the roof is almost blown off the arena with boo’s. He rubs the gold and holds the mic up.
Rattlesnake: You must think you're pretty funny Santiago. You must think that you're the most entertaining person alive. But you're not. No Santiago...once again life hands you an "F-" and you're forced to deal with it.
Rattlesnake laughs as he keeps his eyes on Santiago.
Rattlesnake: But in all seriousness, you say that I cried and complained about not getting a title shot when I had clearly earned it by pinning the champion at the time, which I believe was you. Then you have the audacity to beg for a title match. That's like the pot calling the kettle black genius. But we'll forget that since you forgot one little detail, I have an important match tonight and I just can't deal with you. I went through hell for this title at Seven Deadly Sins and, well...I'm not up for a title defense tonight.
The crowd boos as Rattlesnake holds up his hand to try and silence them.
Rattlesnake: But let it never be said that I wasn't a generous champion. Let's set up a match for you. If you win that match, I'll give you a title shot to be used whenever you want as long as I hold this title. Of course, if you lose...or should I say, when you lose...you'll find yourself just like I see everyone else, a talentless waste of space. So if you want to go on some huge tirade about how you were the longest reigning International Champion in ACW history, go ahead. It won't stay that way if I have anything to say about it. In fact, I plan on holding onto this title as long as I see fit. Hell, Ginger will have to retire it to take it away from me.
Rattlesnake smirks as he pats the title belt.
Rattlesnake: Remember Santiago, you win a match that I set up and you get a title shot. But I also want you to remember one little detail about the two of us and offer some advice. You haven't beaten me before. So before you go and shoot your mouth off and piss someone else off, make sure you have something called a "win" over them. Now, I have a match to prepare for and match to set up for you. You'll get the details soon.
Rattlesnake drops the mic and walks to the back while the fans boo him. The scene cuts to the backstage as Santiago leaves the ring and walks to the back.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:28:14 GMT -5
Segment: Jumping the gun? (Credit: Wyvern)
As the opening moments of Warfare continue to roll on like a freight train that’s lost it’s brakes, the action from ringside is temporarily subsided as a live camera feed from backstage is shown on the Alphatron, showing a glimpse of Wyvern in his locker room, which draws a healthy pop. Wyvern is currently talking with Sean Nichols, as the feed’s volume level rises, allowing the arena audience to hear what is being said.
Wyvern: So what are you telling me?
Nichols: Are you listening at all? We’ve got to throw our names into the tag division mix.
Wyvern: And you propose we do this how?
Nichols: Obviously, we need to actually take people on.
Wyvern: No, duh. When did you think that we should take a team on?
Nichols: Well, tonight.
Wyvern looks a bit surprised, seeing as how he has only agreed to be Nichols’ partner.
Wyvern: You’re kidding, Sean. We haven’t even discussed how we’re going to operate as a team. Aside from being technical-orientated wrestlers, we don’t have anything to go off of if we faced anyone tonight.
Nichols: Of course we do! Look, I’m the highly decorated champion of a now-defunct organization, while you’re a highly decorated champion, not AS decorated I should add, of the ACW! We’re golden, we’ve got endorsement deals, PPV posters just waiting for our images, we’ve got it made!
Wyvern: Dude…are you listening to yourself? We don’t have any teaming experience with each other! Every team out there is like those classic late-90s teams of two superstars that get a wild hair up their ass one day, and decide to infiltrate another division! I’m not a pessimist by nature, but these teams will school us like no other!
Nichols: Look, you’re failing to understand where I’m coming from. We’ll pick off one of the easier teams tonight, and we’ll get a flow of what to expect from that point on. There won’t be any stress at all.
Wyvern sits for a moment, and begins to contemplate this. Coupled with only one win to his name, and numerous losses and a draw since returning, Wyvern hasn’t been on the fast track since his return. So, he ponders for a moment, weighing this thought in his mind heavily, before he finally speaks again.
Wyvern: Alright, I give, let’s do this.
Sean: Great. I already told Ginger to sign up any interested team. However, I’ve got some things to take care of, so I’ve got to go for a few moments.
Without missing a beat, Sean dashes out of the locker room, as Wyvern cannot fathom the audacity of his new tag team partner booking themselves into matches without his permission. Who will they face tonight? Stay tuned and find out!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:29:14 GMT -5
Segment: Interview Substitute? (Credit: BK)
As we fade back in, the cameras immediately cut to the sign on the locker room door. Surrounded in black, it's big bold white letters and with the BK logo on top hint BK's status in the company that he gets his own custom door label where as others don't. Slowly the camera backs on out and beside the door is ACW Female correspondent Charlotte King, sporting a silky red dress that shows off her very curvaceous body, a body only attained from hours of time in the gym. The male fans can be heard wolf-whistling from ringside as they stare at this blonde bombshell that possess both beauty and brains.
Charlotte: Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm outside the door of the most accomplished man in ACW history. The man who returns in action tonight after a lengthy benching from Chairman Gingerdude, I'm talking about BK London. Now let's see if we can get a word with him before he heads out for his match later tonight.
Charlotte lightly knocks on the door, and as she waits there is no immediate answer. She knocks upon the door again, but still no answer. From her inquisitive facial expression, the one thing that must be running through her mind is "What could BK London be doing in there?". She goes to knock on the door for a third time but before she can make contact the door opens, but BK London doesn't walk out. Much to the dismay of the crowd, it's his wife Kiley Johnson.
Kiley: Can I help you Charlotte?
Charlotte: Well, I was wondering if I can get a one on one interview with BK London right now. Is that ok?
Kiley: No...no it's not. You see, BK is preparing for his match tonight, he doesn't have time for an interview. But any question you have to ask about him, there is no doubt I can answer.
Charlotte: Well uhh...first off, Do you think BK is prepared for tonight? After weeks of being inactive from in ring competition, he returns by allegedly being double booked, do you think there could possibly be a little ring rust?
Kiley: Ring rust? With my husband? *chuckles* You must be out of your pretty little mind Charlotte? My husband is one of the greatest competitors not only in ACW, but in the world. His training and work out regimen prevents him from ever being victim of ring rust like some other wrestlers around here. He has been ready and biting to get back into the ring since Seven Deadly Sins last Saturday and finally he gets to go in the ring and do what he does best.
Charlotte: Speaking of Seven Deadly Sins, your husband cut an emotional promo in the middle of that ring. It seemed like he has changed a bit since his last in ring match, can you explain to us why we saw that side of BK instead of the cocky and arrogant one we are used to seeing?
Kiley: Well that's a question really on BK can answer...
Charlotte: But did you not say moments ago that any question I ask about him, you can answer...
Kiley: I did not say that.
Charlote: Yes you did.
Kiley: Are you calling me a liar Charlotte? Listen, I may have lost by a fluke in that match against Christine last Saturday. But I'll have no problem taking your pretty little self out. Now, I didn't say that - got it?
Charlotte(intimidated): ...yes ma'am.
Kiley: Next question.
Charlotte: Well the last question is, who do you think is your ...er the opponent for BK tonight?
Kiley: Honestly Charlotte, it doesn't even matter who they are. As far as I am concerned, whoever it is will be a victim of a much more vicious, a much or aggressive, a much more hostile BK. Whoever enters the ring with BK tonight, will not leave the ring the same. And I'll guarantee that tonight, someone will leave the arena feet first...courtesy of BK London. This interview is over.
Kiley shoves the mic back into the chest of Charlotte before turning around and entering the locker room. She slams the door forcibly and on the outside, the camera closes into Charlotte's face as she looks on with a grimace.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:30:38 GMT -5
Segment Title: This Thing All Things Devours (pt. 1) (Credit: Alex)
He perused the restaurant’s menu. No, not the alfredo or the chicken parmesan, he’d had that last week.
It was a Sunday, and Alexander Starkweather was as his custom dictated eating at a restaurant. Not quite a black tie affair, but it was relatively upscale. He ate alone, of course, but he usually preferred it that way. The waiter approached and asked him what his pleasure would be, and he started with a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.
As he drank the fine Italian wine he pondered his ponders and thought his thoughts. The nature of what he did, for one. He’d thought about it more than usual lately and it had begun to bother him. Why was he thinking about it so much? Or, rather, was he regretting it? Perhaps. Perhaps he was regretting doing such horrible things to people who probably didn’t deserve it. But… Then again, in his line of work, he was forced to listen. Forced to attempt to solve the problems of others. No one wanted to help the psychologist, they all thought he was a perfectly balances, normal fellow who just wanted to help. They were sadly mistaken. He for the better part of his life had been like this, leading almost a double life as a rather well-off psychologist and a snickering madman.
And he had enjoyed it.
But lately, he felt that the latter was interfering in the former’s day to day functions and he couldn’t have that. Ms. Merriweather was a welcome respite amongst the endless parade of whining, insecure piles of nerves that came to his office and paid him exorbitant sums of money to try and solve their problems. She was a kindly woman, though her English upbringing did make her somewhat stilted when it came to conversation.
He finished his glass of wine and waited for the waiter to return, turning things over in his mind as he watched the groups and couples around him making merry and carrying on with their conversations as if he were invisible. He looked across the table at the empty place, the empty glass, the empty chair and clasped his fingers on the table. Before he could delve into -that- subject the waiter returned to refill his glass and take his order.
“Yes, I’ll be having the fettuccine with lobster and shrimp in a shallot and wine sauce. Thank you.”
He handed the menu to the waiter who promptly acknowledged the order and walked off to place it, he leaning back and craning his neck up to stare at the ceiling.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:32:15 GMT -5
Match 1: Scott Andrews vs. Julio Rivera and Pablo Lopez (Credit: XS3)
Ring. Philip. Mic. (Dammit, that's catchy.)
Philip: "The following contest is a 2-on-1 handicap match. Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 220 lbs, he is accompanied by Jessie Young and is the current reigning ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion, he is "The Scarlet Assassin" Scott Andrews!"
“Anasasis (Xenophontis)” plays across the audio system and the crowd pops as Scott Andrews makes his way down the ramp, accompanied by his lovely girlfriend Jessie Young. Scott gives his girlfriend a quick kiss on the lips before he enters the ring as the fans look on at the young man who has been building momentum as of late. He does his signature turnbuckle pose before removing his jacket and handing his belt to the timekeeper.
Philip: "And his opponents, at a combined weight of 410 lbs, they are the team of Julio Rivera and Pablo Lopez!"
The Spanish duo come out to "Free For All" by Ted Nugent and the crowd isn't really giving them any support. Scott looks on, seeming to not be affected by the antics of the two. Julio and Pablo enter the ring… and then ask for a mic. Pablo takes a hold of the mic but before he can even say anything, Scott comes up from behind with a double clothesline to the two.
Bell rings.
Pablo is sent to the apron while Julio is left in the ring to do battle with Scott, who wastes no time in dropkicking Julio to the canvas. Pablo decides now would be a great time to attempt a springboard tornado DDT but much to his dismay and to Jessie's delight, Scott leaps up with an amazing Gamengiri, sending Pablo crashing to the canvas like a sack of bricks. Julio sneaks up from behind and tries to roll up his opponent but the experienced Scott is too quick and he rolls back to his feet. Julio's eyes grow as wide as dinner plates before being dimmed with a low dropkick. Pablo is just recovering and turns to Scott. He goes for the Pele kick but (as usual) kicks himself in the head.
Julio comes up from behind and lays into Scott with forearm shots to the back of the head before whipping him off the ropes and connecting with a spinning wheel kick. Scott goes down and Julio goes for a pin. 1-2… Scott kicks out, not wanting to go down that easily. Julio decides not to argue with the referee just yet, instead choosing to snapmare Scott to the canvas and follow up with a dropkick. The former Spanish Soldier (for one week) now goes to work by applying a sleeper hold to the grounded assassin as Jessie cheers on her man, getting the crowd to show him some support as well. Scott hears the support and picks himself up from the canvas, elbowing Julio in the midsection to break the hold. Julio goes to capitalize but he's dropped to the canvas with a stiff-looking knife-edge chop.
Scott is no longer "fun and games" so to say and he feels the intensity running through his veins like a raging river. He knocks down Julio with a clothesline then gives one to Pablo. After another clothesline and a scoop slam to Julio, Scott makes his way to the turnbuckle. He ascends them and holds his hands in front of him, locking Julio on target before leaping off into the Heat Seeker (Front Flip Diving Neckbreaker). Scott connects and goes for the cover the instant he hits the mat. 1-2… Pablo rushes in and pulls Scott off of Julio. The assassin doesn't take too kind to this and he goes for a kick. Pablo, in a fluke, catches Scott's foot and spins him around… which just makes Scott connect with the Reload (Dragon Whip). Jessie cheers on her boyfriend as Julio stands to his feet. Scott smirks and makes one more "gun" taunt before sending Julio into the canvas with a tiger spin and immediately following up with the Scarlet Fever (Roll Through Fish Stretch Cobra Hold). With nowhere to go and no Pablo to help him, Julio taps out in the middle of the ring.
Philip: "Here is your winner, "The Scarlet Assassin" Scott Andrews!"
Scott releases the hold as “Anasasis (Xenophontis)” hits once again. Jessie enters the ring and embraces her boyfriend. The referee raises the arm of Scott then hands him his Light Heavyweight title. The couple exit the ring and as they go up the ramp, Scott can't decide which is better - the comfort of having a lovely woman at his side or the comfort of having a lovely woman AND a title at his side.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:34:17 GMT -5
Segment: Wishing upon the same Star ... (Part One of a Vanity Affair) (Credit: Jade/Yoko/Sarin)
//God, does it matter anymore. She might not remember what had happened, but that could have been for the best. What am I doing? What do I want? Remembering the past was hard but recognizing the present is harder. This is just too much ...
The music in the background plays a bit louder as Metallica's heavy riffs echo through the mind of innocence. Itching all over as the bass bashes against the chest, breathing chaotically while the lyrics go through the innocent mind set of their well being. "Fuck it all and no regrets cause I'll hit the lights on these dark sets. I need a voice to let myself, just to let myself go free. Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets .."
//Fuck it all? Was that the point? They wanted to let it all go but I can't ... I just can't! She was to me as I was to be hers but how can this happen? How!? Did she move on? I knew she missed me, but was it all a lie? I was to be her first love and her only love. I heard of the term of being greedy but was it the first claim of me being greedy?
The music stops suddenly as giggles in a different room gazes the eye of the beholder as the cracks in the door are being peeked through, watching and staring as heavy breathes grow silent. The eyes grow wider as they watch no other than the Highlight of the Night ... Ms. Yoko Satoshi. Weary visions and blurry scenes push against the eyes as they blink wildly at Ms. Satoshi. Ms. Satoshi pulls up her long black velvet hair as she looks on the ground for something ... something precious to her. The eyes move down to view every move of Ms. Satoshi as their jaw drops a bit, gazing at the beauty in front of her. It was a need as the soft sigh and heavy breathing continues within the other side of the door. Ms. Satoshi looks over at the door as she draws near, the breathing ceases. She peers closer as a deep breath was taken inside the other side of her door. Suddenly, a knock upon the main door was heard. Ms. Yoko Satoshi glanced at where the eyes view her every move .. knocks are growing louder.
Ms. Yoko Satoshi: "Oh, please! Hold on ... I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold on!"
//Oh, was she ever polite. Typical little Asian girl. She never really disrespected anyone unless she felt threatened... like when we couldn't be. She hated it. I knew she did but what could I do? She went too far. Too far, too fast. Maybe this time, it would be different. Who ... who the hell is that? Oh .. oh, no.
Yoko embraces the person with a light kiss on the cheek as she leaves the room. She turns off the light while closing the door behind her. Peering through the cracks of the door, Yoko is shown giving her former a kiss as her former pulls her hair back. Yoko pulls back as her former is shown to be Sarin Rossi. A growl is heard as Yoko and her former leave the room with light giggles. Scene Fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:35:56 GMT -5
Segment Title: This Thing All Things Devours (pt. 2) (Credit: Alex)
Click.
The camera flicked to life, the night vision turned on so the stark and empty hallway sat in its green-tinted luminescence. A low voice was heard, guttural and far-away, though the man who possessed it was not yet visible.
“Santiago Rivera. The Iron Man, as some may call you. To underestimate someone like you is folly, to be sure… But iron has a weakness. Rust. I will wear away at you. I will slowly crack you, weaken you, deface you, until there is naught left but a stunted and twisted parody of what you once were. Vulnerable. Fragile. Worthy of nothing more than to be thrown away and replaced by something better.”
The camera jarred to the side a little, some unknown hand disturbing it. It lifted off of whatever held it up, some person carrying it at roughly waist level down the hallway.
“I am something better, Santiago Rivera. To believe that I am not is folly. I will rust our defenses away, I will expose the man and I will destroy him. As I have done to Jonny Spade, as I have done to Logan Locke. I am the brightest mind you have yet encountered and I will not stand for anything but to conquer you…”
The camera started to fade out, static crisscrossing the viewer’s vision. A loud hissing sound was heard as the static slowly claimed the camera’s view, it turning to the right to suddenly thrust a smiling face into view before a hand came in to cut off the transmission once and for all.
Swift Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:36:58 GMT -5
Segment: Hollywood Hell part 1. (Credit: Rena) AK’s OOC Note: This sequence of events is not strictly “canon” in terms of ongoing ACW storylines, and should not be viewed as such, as I didn’t get a chance to fully clear it with everyone mentioned. Rena hopes that those of you whose characters are included enjoy this tale. --------------------------------------- Acclaimed director David R. Ellis and screenplay phenomenon John Heffernan creates a riveting story you won’t want to watch twice. The prequel left you screaming for more, and so they answered your calls. On a bus boarding to a New York City Mall, an assassin, bent on killing a passenger who he believes is a witness in protective custody, lets loose a crate full of deadly snakes…
This is…Snakes on a Bus… Filming Date: Tuesday, August 02, 2006 August 15, 2006 ~ Bus 23 Route: Manhattan Mall 12:45 pm. It was boiling hot, Rena thought, opening her window a crack as she sat down in her seat. She had had a tiring few weeks, and believed it was time for a little shopping. She rolled her head back, feeling the tense muscles in her neck fading away into nothing. She popped open her eyes, finding the bus coming to a stop to allow others to get on. Among the 3 people who entered the near-empty bus was Santiago Rivera. She cocked a brow towards him, but smiled as he sat in the seat across the aisle from her. He was holding a large shovel, his ipod blasting into his ears.Rena: Hi. Santi: WHAT!? Rena: I SAID HI! He took out his earphones, turning his ipod off. He shuffled the weight of his shovel over to the winder where it wasn’t facing anyone.Santi: Oh, hey. How are you? Rena: I’m good. So what’s with the shovel? Santi: I’m digging for treasure, of course. Rena: Ah… She moved her head towards the window, away from Santiago so she could make a facial gesture to show she thought he was absolutely nuts. She then tightened her mouth and smiled towards him as the bus stopped again. Among this crowd, Daniel White stepped onto the bus and took a seat in front of Santiago. He was carrying a small box, which he held tight to himself.Dan: Afternoon… Rena: Hi. Santiago: Hello. Dan: Do I know you? Santiago: No, I don’t think so… Dan: I thought I recognized you. Eerie music plays as Dan beats his thumb against the box. Rena ignored it and smiled at him as Santiago put his ipod back on.Rena: So whatcha got in that box? Dan: Nothing… Rena: So it’s empty? Dan: No. Rena: So it has something in it? Dan: Yes. Rena: Well then what? Dan: Nothing… Rena: So then it has to be empty. Dan: No, it isn’t. Rena: Well then there is absolutely something in it. Dan: How’d you guess? Rena: Well then what is in the box? Dan: Nothing, and if you ask me anymore questions which continues in a loop of the same dialogue I’m going to kill you. Rena looks around, confused. She shuffles in her seat as a short pause of silence ensues.Rena: That’s not in the script…. Director: CUT!! The screen shakes and we’re suddenly back to the scene before. Rena is smiling at Dan and asking him the same questions in a row, rolling the dialogue on.Rena: Well then what is in the box? Dan: I’ll show you soon. Rena: Oh, alright. So why do you think you know that man beside me? Dan: I’ve seen him before. Well not me, but my client. Rena: What kind of client? Dan: What, are you the fucking police!? Rena: uhhhhh… Director: CUT!! Dan, baby, you can’t just add lines and words into the script. Dan: But this script is fucking retarded. I demand a re-write!! AND WHERE IS MY DOUBLE FRAPPUCINO!?!? Santiago, who was now lazing back in his seat, looked over at Dan.Santi: Make it yourself, you D-list star. Dan: You’re no better, you piece of- Director: ROLLING!! The screen shifts again.Rena: What kind of client? Dan: Someone who pays me to do their dirty work. Rena: OoOo like a tax attorney? Dan: Uhhh, sure. Santiago: So, man, how do you figure you know me? Dan: Your name is Almhed Bishmal, or at least it was until you joined the witness protection program. Santi: uhh- Dan: You sent my client, Ted Ronnal, to prison because of your testimony. You thought you were so clever…BUT I’VE FINALLY FOUND YOU! And you’re all wondering what’s in this box? I’ll show you. Prepare to meet your death! Dan opens the box, laughing at all the others in the bus.Rena: OoOo COOKIES!!! Dan: What? Oh my fucking god! (to be continued…)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:37:34 GMT -5
Match 2: Alexander Starkweather vs. Santiago Rivera (Credit: Alex)
The far-away sounds of Starkweather’s entrance were accompanied by the silhouette of a figure cast onto the jumbo-tron. Static and noise took over the screen until the twenty-second mark, and various action shots were shown rapid-fire like a strobe like to the beat of the drums. At roughly the 35-second mark as the song began in earnest Starkweather made his way to the ring. He removed his mask when he got into it, placing it under the turnbuckle.
"Superheroes" by Edguy hit as lights of all colors flickered and zoomed around the arena. Santiago Rivera walked out onto the stage and then made his way down the ramp, sliding into the ring and pacing the ropes.
The bell rang and they paced one another, they starting to lock up but Santiago backing off and kicking Starkweather stiffly in the leg. Stark backed off and shook his leg out, they going to tie up again but this time Starkweather was the one to give the kick to the leg.
Santiago cocked his head as if asking if he’d just done that, Alexander simply raising his arms a little and inviting him to return fire. He did, of course, they rapid-fire kicking one another as the crowd’s cheers rose with each time. Santiago gained the upper hand, of course, but Alex ducked the Butterfly Kick attempt and Leg Swept him off his feet. He went for a submission hold but Santiago rolled away and used the ropes to heft himself back up, they locking up at long last.
Starkweather turned it over into an Arm Wringer, European Uppercutting Santi’s elbow and then twisting it again. Rivera swiveled around to take him off of his feet with a Back Elbow, dragging him back up and taking him over with an Arm Drag. Starkweather reversed the next attempt at an Arm Drag with one of his own, holding on to lock in an Armbar. Santi powered back out and took Stark clean off his feet with a Ten-Gallon Boot! Pulling the big guns out early, he went for a cover but Stark kicked out after a quick two. Stark shook his head and got to one knee, Santiago trying for an Enzuigiri but Alex ducking under it. A kick to the knee later and he brought Santi up and over with an Enzuigiri of his own.
He came off the ropes as Santi sat back up, kicking him square in the forehead with a Lightning Leg Lariat which he promptly followed up with an attempt at another submission, winding up and spinning quickly down to land his Pendulum Lariat across his chest before trying for a pin himself.
After a long two count, Santi kicked out and shoved Stark away, he regaining his feet and touching his forehead for blood. They locked up once more and Rivera shoved Stark back into the corner. He whipped him into the ropes and did a quick cartwheel, but Starkweather rolled out of the way and Santiago crotched himself on the top rope! He toppled over, Starkweather scaling the top rope and sailing off with a 450 Splash, but getting a chest full of knees and bouncing off to roll out of the ring.
Santiago lurched to his feet and stumbled to the turnbuckle, he taking off to the opposite ropes and sending Alexander clear into the guardrails with a Baseball Slide. He scrambled up onto the apron and jumped up onto the middle rope, but no one was home and he landed hard on the mats after attempting a Moonsault and landing on his feet. Starkweather turned around as he stumbled back into the guardrail and kneed him in the back, dropping him hard to the mats with a Reverse DDT.
He got back to his feet and jumped to the apron, he sizing up the slowly rising Rivera and running off the apron to jump at him. Santiago saw it coming, however, jumping up and nearly beheading him with a beautiful Dropkick! The crowd went nuts over the counter, Santiago slowly regaining his feet once more and brushing his shoulders off. He picked up Stark and rolled him into the ring, and a looooong two count later ended with him kicking out.
Santiago ran a hand through his hair and turned to the referee, making a three-finger gesture and trying to be intimidating. He turned around to try and boot Starkweather in the gut but it was caught, the smaller man ducking an Enzuigiri attempt and Santiago fighting back to balance on one foot. As he tried another Enzuigiri Starkweather spun with the momentum he used, snapping him to tha canvas by his leg with a Mandara Twist!
Santiago clutched his leg for the short time it took Alexander to get to his feet, the submissionist staying true to character and grabbing the damaged leg, turning him over and locking his legs up, and locking in the Sensory Deprevation! The crowd came to its feet as Rivera’s hands reached desperately toward the ropes, he using his superior strength to roll sideways once with Stark still attached to him and finally come to rest with his hand on the ropes.
The referee made a long four count before Stark let go, he sitting up and sighing as Santiago slowly tried to come back to his feet. Santiago elbowed him twice in the stomach as he tried to grab his head, he sending Stark into the ropes to duck an Iron Arm Clothesline attempt to rebound off the ropes… He apparently trying for a Hurracanrana but jumping up right into Santiago’s arm, Rivera dropping him hard to the canvas with a devastating Longhorn! He fell to the side as Stark collided with the mat, however, he painstakingly crawling toward the fallen enemy to drape one arm over his chest…
1!
2!
Th… NO!
Starkweather kicked out! Santiago rolled halfway across the ring to sit up in disbelief and hopped to his feet to accost the referee for counting too slowly, he putting his hands on his hips and wiping his mouth while trying to determine what it would take to beat the opponent. Stark got slowly to his feet as he did this, Rivera turning around and narrowly ducked a Superkick that instead caught the referee square in the jaw! He toppled over and Stark looked at him and simply shrugged, he whirling around to duck a Busaiku Knee Kick and rebound off the far ropes… But someone popped up from under the ring and tripped him!
Incensed, he whirled around as the unknown man jumped up onto the apron himself, the dark-skinned man throwing a blinding powder into Stark’s face and dropping off the apron to escape through the crowd. Stark stumbled back into the middle of the ring, blinded, Santiago taking the opportunity to springboard off the middle rope on the opposite side and drop a shin right across Stark’s forehead with a Dance of Death! Stark ended up square on the back of his head, Santiago making a deep leg hook cover, but the referee was still knocked out!
He released the hold after the crowd counted to nine, he turning and slapping the mat hard before making an attempt at reviving the ref. That took a bit longer than he’d hoped, Starkweather once again making it to his now-unsteady feet to stumble to the corner and gather up the bright yellow smiley face mask and heft it in his hands.
As Rivera turned around he charged in, driving the mask right into the bigger man’s face, the momentum of the impact carrying the mask clear out of the ring to land on the mats outside. He rose to his feet as the referee held his jaw and looked around in bewilderment, he picking Santiago’s prone and blankly staring up at the lights body up and locking him in a Wheelbarrow position, stepping over his arms and dropping him onto his face with a Frontal Lobotomy! The crowd came to its feet as he turned over , swiveling around to make the pin and hook a deep leg as the referee counted…
1!
2!
…3!
Alexander Starkweather just pinned Santiago Rivera!
“Medicated” by downthesun began again, Starkweather rolling out of the ring and holding the back of his head, dropping to the mats and gathering up his mask once more, as he made his way up the ramp with that sick (and obviously pained) little grin on his face Santiago came to his senses and sat up, looking around as if unbelieving of what just happened. The crowd is stunned too, and wonders if it’s going to turn out to be one of those nights, as the show heads to a quick break…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:38:30 GMT -5
Segment: Time At Home Pt. 1 (Credit: XS3) ---------- Maple Creek, Saskatchewan 8:25 am ---------- Slowly do we fade into the quiet little town of Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada. Our particular focus in on a small house outside of the town where ACW superstar (wrestler if you're a smart aleck WWECW fan) XS3 resides. We go inside the house to see XS3 on his couch in his jeans with his arm around his wife Christine. They look out the window together wondering how their comrades in ACW are doing. XS3: "This little month-long break could prove to be very well for my body. It's been a long time coming."Christine moves closer towards her husband with a small smile of innocence on her face. Christine: "You have been working your ass off for about a year and a half straight. It's just nice to be at home with the kids and our neighbors."Speaking of kids, we can hear a yawn emanating from the hallway. Two girls, one aged 12 (Samantha) and one aged 10 (Kira), appear, rubbing the sleep from their weary eyes. They enter the kitchen/living room and when they look towards the couch… Girls: "MOM! DAD!" The two are overwhelmed with enough joy. Having been surprised about their dad returning along with their mom, they rush towards their parents and jump into their arms. The situation is almost heart-warming and tears begin to leak down Christine's face. Christine: "We can finally be a whole family again…"XS3: "Such as it is, yes we can."For a while, the family discuss with one another how their lives have been. The girls particularly talk about how they've been in good care with the neighbor and owner of a pizza store, Mr. Sanders and his son, Jeffrey. Samantha: "It's definitely been quiet here without you guys. We've missed you." XS3: "Hey… I just remembered… It's your 13th birthday on the 24th."Kira: "I can't wait until I turn 13." Samantha turns to her little sister with a smug smile on her face. Samantha: "Well, first, you have to act mature enough." Kira: "Hey!" Christine: "Hey, both of you break it up. We don't want to have another fight."XS3: "Yeah, Christine and Kiley was more than enough for me."The two daughters look up towards their mom and smile at her, proud of her accomplishment at Seven Deadly Sins. XS3 also smiles at her wife and plants a small kiss on her welcoming lips. XS3: "You know something, I just have a feeling that these next few weeks are going to be bizarre. Like, completely messed up, you know what I'm saying?"Christine nods. Christine: "I guess it will be different without Ben and Afternoon in the locker room with us."XS3 also nods, agreeing with Christine's words. After a small pause, Christine begins to stand up. Christine: "You know something, girls, about a week ago, I got compliments from other superstars on my flapjacks that I cooked up. You wanna try them for yourselves?"Girls: "Yeah!" The girls stand up and they go towards the table, anxious to try the flapjacks for themselves. As for XS3, he puts his arms behind his head and sighs, knowing that this month may be more than what he expected… End segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:40:45 GMT -5
Segment: Noses (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
Fade in on…No, not the locker room tonight. The bathroom of the hotel Yoko and Sarin are staying at. They’ve decided to take their time getting ready tonight since there’s no match, but they do intend on being at the show regardless. They’re currently taking a shower. Or were.
Yoko steps out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, and steps in front of the mirror to blow dry her hair. That’s when she sees the red trickle.
Yoko: Damnit.
Sarin: Is your nose bleeding again?
Yoko: Yes.
She wipes away the blood but it doesn’t stop it. Sarin reaches out of the shower and grabs her own towel, and steps out with it wrapped around her as well. She picks up a smaller towel and holds it against Yoko’s nose.
Sarin: Maybe the shower was a little too intense this time, I’m sorry Yoko.
Yoko: I regret nothing!
They share a small laugh and wait a few moments.
Sarin: That should have stopped it.
She removes the bloody towel to reveal Yoko’s nose has in fact stopped bleeding.
Sarin: There, all better!
Yoko: That Tiger Knee from Chance must have seriously messed something up inside of there…But it isn’t broken.
She examines her nose in the mirror.
Yoko: Does it look big to you?
Sarin: Errr…
Yoko: Bigger than usual, I mean.
Sarin: No, it looks the same.
Yoko: Oh well. I’m sure it’ll stop eventually.
Sarin wets the towel and uses it to wipe away the dry blood under Yoko’s nose.
Sarin: Are you sure it didn’t break? Maybe you should see a doctor.
Yoko: It hurt…but it didn’t break. I’m pretty I’d notice something like that.
Sarin: As long as you’re sure. Let’s finish getting ready, we have a celebration to attend!
Yoko: Do what?
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:41:50 GMT -5
Match 3: Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson vs. Jonny Hughes
The next match offers the prospect of some intense action. Which is nice.
Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This next matchup is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Hartlepool, England… “The Shooter” Jonny Hughes!
”Jesus or a Gun” plays, and the crowd reacts in a mixed fashion for Hughes as he walks to the ring. The sort of superstar who seems perpetually on the edge of a massive breakthrough, his opponent tonight will be one of his sternest tests so far.
Philip: And his opponent, from Tokyo, Japan, being accompanied by Umeko Saito… the Seventh Tiger, Chance Emmerson!
”This Velvet Glove” hits, and at once a cascade of booing starts up, though how much is directed at Chance and how much at his manager is not entirely clear. Umeko strides purposefully, with Chance at her shoulder; she lets him hold the ropes for her and enters the ring first, giving her Tiger a few words of advice as the referee calls things to order. She leaves only when directly asked to, and remains a shadowy presence on the outside as the match starts.
Bell Rings.
Chance and Hughes are circling as the tone of the bell fades away, and the crowd settles; Hughes is giving away 50lbs and 6 inches to the Seventh Tiger, and one might forgive Chance for expecting this contest not to offer the highest level of challenge. Clearly no one faxed that over to Hughes himself, however, as he is the first to break into an attack, moving forward with arms raised and then swinging a punch at his foe. Chance avoids it neatly, but Hughes’ real intent is to target the knees of his foe and he plants a stiff kick to Chance’s joint as he moves aside. Chance strikes back at once with his other foot, hitting with extreme speed as he kicks Hughes in the ribs; a fierce exchange of toe-to-toe fighting erupts, and both men demonstrate their raw power, attempting to gain an early advantage by knocking their foe down. When this proves impossible, the two men lock up together; Umeko heckles Chance from ringside, telling him to stamp some authority on the match, and Chance responds by turning the grapple into a vicious-looking backbreaker. He follows that up with a swift knee drop and pins; Hughes looks a little worn but kicks strongly just before the 2 count and rolls back on to his feet. As Chance approaches him again, he counters his foe’s run into a swinging neckbreaker and jumps back to his feet so that as Chance rises he gets back up into the path of an enziguri which Hughes launches from a rebound from the nearest set of ropes. Such a strike is going to daze just about anyone, and Hughes rapidly covers; the referee counts, and Umeko simply stands, her expression cool and not the slightest bit worried. Sure enough, Chance kicks away at about 1.5.
The crowd doesn’t particularly favour either of these superstars under normal circumstances; however, Hughes’ determination not to be seen as the lesser man gets the attention of the fans, and his delivery of a simple but elegant tilt-a-whirl slam on to Chance draws a noticeably positive reaction. Hughes is too smart to be bothered by the reactions of a fickle crowd, but he does seem to gain in confidence, even winking at Umeko as Chance nips back to his feet. This seems to aggravate Chance’s manager, and she shouts at him in sharp, staccato Japanese; Chance responds at once by raising his game and unleashing a powerful barrage of punches and kicks on Hughes, and whipping his opponent into the corner when he tries to make some space between them. This is where Chance is able to be especially damaging, and with his opponent trapped, he hammers him with knee and elbow strikes, drawing plenty of boos from the fans. Hughes recognizes the perilous nature of his situation and fights back; he pushes Chance away, but Umeko gets on the apron and grasps his head, smashing it backward against the turnbuckle. The referee orders her away, however Umeko has achieved her aim and Chance is back, hitting hard and fast so that Hughes has difficulty staying on his feet.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:42:27 GMT -5
If Umeko thought this would be enough to end it, though, she was wrong; Hughes clenches his fists, swings and lands a huge blow between the eyes that puts Chance off balance. Getting up on the ropes, Hughes performs an Axe Handle and brings Chance down; retaining his own footing on lading, Hughes stomps hard on Chance’s knee again. Chance kips up, only to find that Hughes is already in place; he hooks up and delivers a highly impressive string of butterfly suplexes, with a pin attempt to cap them off. This time there is a hint of nervousness in Umeko’s demeanor; Chance gets his shoulder up somewhere between 2 and 2.5 in response to her yelling. Unlike her, however, his expression is different; he almost seems pleased by the fight that Hughes is putting up…
The fans too are engrossed in the match; both Chance and Hughes are fired up, and they run the gamut of their arsenals as they search for a way to claim victory. Hughes thrills the fans with his already much-discussed Three Handled Moss Covered Family Credenza, earning him a near-fall, as well as a neatly arranged cross kneebar that puts Chance under a great deal of pressure. Chance, meanwhile, continually searches for an opportunity to nail a full-force Strike VII, with two or three attempts only just being blocked or countered by Hughes. He also inflicts the Tiger’s Charge on two consecutive occasions, using diagonally-opposite corners, and gets extremely close to a 3 count off of the Black Stripes (Alabama slam). On the outside, Umeko’s shouting becomes more insistent; after the setback of SDS, she wants a decisive victory, and as Chance dazes Hughes with a rolling kick to the temple, she flips a coin and calls out to him once again. Without pause, Chance executes the Last Gasp (running kneelift); the crowd knows what that leads to and boos as the Seventh Tiger lifts Hughes into his Tiger’s Heaven (Running powerbomb). But Hughes thrashes and destabilizes Chance so that he has to abort the attempt; the fans go nuts as Hughes leaps up to his feet, and swings Chance up into a piledriver position to go for his Omega Driver. Umeko becomes pale, but Chance flips himself back up and punches Hughes in the head so he has to drop him. The fans are stunned as Chance pivots on one foot into the Strike VII; it connects and it looks like Hughes will fall, but somehow he holds out just long enough for Chance’s momentum to turn him so his back is to his foe. Hughes hooks Chance up and arches back into a desperation German suplex; he bridges into a pin and the referee counts 1…2…- but Hughes is too dazed from the Strike VII to hold it and the bridge collapses, leaving both men on the mat. The referee starts a 10 count; no one moves until the 5 mark, when Chance stirs and starts to roll over toward his foe… but before he can make a cover, the bell abruptly rings with the referee nowhere near the 10.
There is confusion for a few seconds as the timekeeper instructs Philip to make the situation clear.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been informed by the timekeeper that the time limit for this match has expired. Therefore, the result is declared to be a draw!
The fans are surprised by this, but once they get used to the idea it seems quite fitting, given how hard both men fought. Chance is the first up; Hughes forces himself to his feet, wary of further attack, and finds Chance staring at him intensely. Hughes stares back… and then Chance extends his hand toward his opponent. Hughes is still alert, but carefully accepts the handshake, a gesture which the crowd was certainly not expecting. It looks like Umeko wasn’t expecting it, either; she looks decidedly sour, and does not speak a word to Chance as he slides out of the ring. She walks away, and Chance follows, to face lord knows what criticism back in their locker room; Hughes simply takes quiet pride in his performance, and follows in their footsteps a few moments after they’ve gone as the show cuts to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 3, 2006 15:42:59 GMT -5
Segment: Isn’t it over? (Credit: Scott Andrews/Vince Hall)
The scene opens in Gingerdudes office. Vince Hall leans over Gingers desk with both hands pressed down against the table for stability. The two seem mid-conversation.
Ginger: No. You had your match, and you lost.
Scott Andrews bursts into the room with Jessie following close behind. The audience boo the Senatorial Couple.
Scott: What’s this meeting about?...And what the hell are you doing here?
Vince: I’m here to discuss a rematch.
Scott: No way! I beat you fair and square at Seven Deadly Sins!
Vince: Ginger, think of the ratings. Vince Hall vs. Scott Andrews II in a rematch for the Light Heavyweight Title?
Ginger: That’s Mr. Ginger to you, son. But now that you mention it, I do recall a slight rise in the ratings during the match. None the less, the champion is right; you lost your match. But seeing as I’m a fair man, how about you two square off next week one on one in a non-title match up?
Scott: You’re breaking my balls here, G-Dude.
Ginger: Ok, Scott, since you have no idea how to talk properly to a person of high authority, I shall make it a title match. Maybe now you shall reframe from calling me ‘G-Dude’.
Scott: Oh come on G-Du…I mean, Ginger! This ain’t fair!
Ginger: Life’s not fair Scott. Now get out of here. The match is next week on Warfare. Now good day, gentlemen.
Scott screws his face up in anger and trudges out the door with Jessie. The camera zooms in on Vince’s face; a smile stretches from ear to ear.
Fade out.
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