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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:41:11 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 18th January 2006
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Reckless vs. Englandlad
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Rayne vs Mystery Opponent
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Redurdenix vs. Sae and Vanity Jane
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Top Draw vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune and Rattlesnake
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Wyvern vs. Latino
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Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson and Alexander Starkweather vs. Scott Andrews and Brimstone
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:41:46 GMT -5
Meltdown has a lot to pack in this cold January evening, and so the pan of the crowd and pyro is kept brief. The Alphatron opens up with a shot of the building’s exterior…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:42:11 GMT -5
Segment: "Loser Leaves Town" (Credit: Nick D) The scene opens with a shot of the backstage parking lot. The faraway noise of a revving motorcycle hums throughout. A moment later, we do indeed see a Suzuki GSX1300R (a.k.a. Hayabusa) motorcycle drive into view and pull up to a parking spot. Riding the bike are two figures, one male sitting in the front and a female behind him. When the couple takes off their helmets, they reveal themselves to be Nick Durden and Renix Williams.Renix: Whoo! That was a rush. Nick chuckles lightheartedly.Renix: What? Nick: You have helmet hair. Renix playfully slaps Nick on the shoulder.Renix: Shut up. In retaliation, Renix places her hand on top of Nick’s head and tries to tousle his hair. This moment of horseplay is interrupted by the authoritative voice of a woman booming from off screen.: Well, well if it isn’t Ms. High and Mighty, so pumped up after her fluke win against me. The camera zooms towards the voice to reveal the speaker to be Vanity Jane, trailed closely by Sae who stands with arms crossed and a piercing glare directed at Nick.Jane: That’s right, you heard me, that victory on Monday night was a fluke. And just in case they didn’t teach you that word in whatever school you went to in Hickville, that would mean “an accident or chance happening,” as in, it’s never gonna happen again. An enraged Renix rushes straight up to Jane’s face.Renix: What? You wanna go again? You just name the time and place, lady. Nick steps in between the two.Nick: Alright, settle down. I’ve got a real simple solution to this problem. Nick turns his attention solely on Sae and Jane.Nick: You see, you two have a match against us tonight. And since neither of you can take your heads out of your asses for a split second to see that our wins against both of you were clean, I’m gonna lay down an ultimatum. If we win, you, Vanity Jane will never again be allowed to wrestle in ACW, never again to try to prolong a painfully dead career. Jane: Ha! What makes you think I’d put up my storied career on the line for some trivial toy? Nick: Jane, I know for a fact that you get giddy for motorcycles. In case you haven’t taken your eyes off your own reflection to notice, this is a Suzuki Hayabusa. I know you want this bike, so let’s not kid ourselves. Jane: I don’t care if this bike is studded in diamonds. It’s nothing I couldn’t just buy for myself. Nick: Alright, fine. You really want to raise the stakes? How about if we lose, you get the bike...and Redurdenix dissembles? A sly smirk creeps over Jane’s face.Jane: Now that...is a deal, Nick. Jane extends her hand and Nick quickly grasps it. Fade out with a close-up of the handshake, and with that, the fate of one of these teams is sealed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:43:06 GMT -5
Segment: My Preparation (Credit: Wyvern)
Monday wasn’t bad…we’ve got work to do, still.
The camera shows Wyvern, who is finishing up training for tonight’s match, judging by the amount of sweat he’s expelled from his body onto his workout t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s not daft though - as the data from the treadmill he was utilizing reads that he has been going through a short and brisk workout, a small warm up, and nothing that would deter him from tonight’s face-off against Latino.
Just a few more seconds…there we go.
Wyvern gets to his target mark on the machine, a simplistic mile of jogging. While not much by a traditional workout sense, it gives Wyvern the feeling that he’s ready to go for tonight. He steps off of the treadmill as the track slows down to a halt. Energized, he throws his towel over his shoulder and heads back to the Senatorial Stable locker room.
Alright, that went well. Now, let’s just hope we can improve upon Monday’s performance. Sure, a draw isn’t bad, but I need to be more aware. I had Brimstone well in hand, but I failed to protect myself. Such an incident shouldn’t happen again.
The hallways of the ACW arena bustle with excitement, as the production crew whiz about the perimeter, stressing their jobs are of greater importance than of the wrestlers themselves. Also, road agents spit out their nearly useless rhetoric to the newer additions to the ACW roster, not to mention some of the athletic trainers sit around a small coffee table, hoping their raucous discussions are not to be interrupted by any emergency. Wyvern passes by these “characters” on his way to the locker room, where he opens the door and enters. The room is definitely one of the top-notch backstage rooms, and given the prestige of the stable, it’s hard to fathom anything less.
Here we are…man, I can’t believe how nice this place is. The New Breed locker room was never this lavish. Although, I do wonder…given my previous transgressions, if I even deserve to reside in such a place.
Wyvern picks up a remote and clicks on the television, where sports commentators ramble on and on about the topics of the day, ranging from who will win the AFC and NFC championship games, all the way to the discussion of David Beckham’s massive contract to play soccer (football for those across the pond) in America. After watching the self-proclaimed sports gurus drone on for a few more minutes, commercials come to save the day. Nothing but short vignettes advertising things like Subway sandwiches and Ford sport-utility vehicles. That is, until a short non-descript advert for January’s PPV, Ragnarok, comes on the television.
Ahh…that’s something I forgot all about. But big surprise, I haven’t actually participated in a Pay-Per-View match since Seven Deadly Sins. I remember Ragnarok ’05…New Breed vs. The Nation of Awesomation. I absolutely need to get back into the action.
After the sports discussions come back into full swing following the commercial break, Wyvern clicks the remote off and gets up. He grabs his duffel bag and walks to the bathroom.
Alright, let’s clean up and get ready for tonight’s match. Let’s try to think of something to say as well…it’s best for me to remind everyone that I’m still around.
Wyvern shuts the bathroom door, as the audible cue of a shower starting can be heard.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:45:21 GMT -5
Segment: Last Week On... (Credit: Jake/BK/Kudo)
3 Days Ago
Last week on Meltdown, we return to a scene that occurred with Jake Cheng who can be seen helping BK to the back after that very strenous match against his formidable foe AK, a match which ended in a draw. BK removes his elbow pads and throws it elsewhere before spotting Kudo Yasuda making his way to the locker room area, being escorted by a few officials who had to break up his scuffle with Rattlesnake.
Kudo, who doesn't seem to be carrying his Light Heavyweight Title at the moment, continues to make his way towards the corridor section and eventually bumps into the tag team. Kudo simply nods and continues his journey to his locker room but BK shifts himself to block his path.
BK: I mean you've helped us out for the better half of the evening, the least you can do is finish the job and help us into our locker room.
Kudo sees the Top Draw right behind him, and in a gesture of good-will, he opens the door as Jake continues to assist the limping BK in. Inside the locker room, where Stan appears to dwell, BK throws himself on the couch, taking just about all the space, leaving Jake nowhere to sit - forcing him to lean on the wall.
Kudo sees that his work is done here, and prepares to make his exit.
Jake: Wait!
Kudo turns his head.
Kudo: You’re welcome.
He takes another step but is stopped again.
BK: Hey!
Kudo: Yes?
BK: Can we ask one more favor of you?
Kudo looks around, grabs the TV remote and tosses it to London. BK’s face glows as he grins from ear to ear. Kudo keeps walking, until he is stopped one more time.
Stan: Yo!
Even a yo stops Kudo, and causes him to turn around and throw his arms up.
Kudo: WHAT PEOPLE? WHAT NOW?!
His temper has certainly flared up now from all these distractions on the way to his locker room as he probably looks to take a shower and rest his sore bones after his very busy night.
Stan: These two still need a partner for the three man tag match. Certainly they haven’t forgotten.
Jake and BK: Uhh...
Yes, they have.
Stan: And see, if they don’t get a partner by the end of the show, AK, Latino and Rattlesnake get to pick their partner.
Kudo: And....?
Stan: Umm, that’s it....other than you accepting to be their partner.
Kudo: Why should I bother to team with you? I mean, I'm the Light Heavyweight Champion, and as a Champion I should be defending my championship on PPVs like Ragnarok.
Jake: He's got a point.
BK: True, but I know there seems to be some animosity between Rattlesnake and yourself. What better way to get him back than taking him out at the PPV. I mean, we could very well do so, you can't fail with Top Draw on your side. I know how much you LOOVE competition, and I would be honored - also very relieved - if you joined our team.
Kudo takes a second to think. Rattlesnake has been getting on his nerves as of lately and it seems that Latino and AK might be coming after him next for getting involved in their affairs - better to take them head on, right?
Kudo: Alright, consider me in. Now, for the love of god, may I leave?
BK: Sure sure, get out of here.
Kudo finally departs from the Top Draw locker room towards his own.
Jake: Stan, what did you do that for?
Stan: Well, I knew you two would forget so I decided to ask him for you, since it was inevitable. I mean, I bet you two would have watched the end of the show and realized that you hadn’t picked a partner, so you would make some kind of loophole so that you can still get your partner.
BK: Pffft. I bet everyone else would have forgotten that little part and would have let us use the loophole to still get the partner we want and technically still be on time.
Jake: That’s a pretty bold statement...let’s do it anyway.
BK: Yeah, screw the rules, we have money.
Man, those guys are crazy. That plan would never work.
Or maybe it just did work?
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:45:59 GMT -5
Match 1: Reckless vs. Englandlad (Credit: Hitman)
Philip is in the ring.
Philip: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by San Juan, from London, England, weighing in at 180 lbs, this is England Lad!"
"My Hero" by the Foo Fighters hits and England Lad comes walking down to the ring with San Juan, looking at the fans. He tags some of the fans hands, dancing to his own song, then gets into the ring. San Juan stands on the outside.
Philip: "And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Ruthless, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 228 lbs, this is Reckless!"
"Riot" by Three Days Grace hits and Reckless wastes no time in heading down to the ring with Ruthless. He enters the ring and warms up for England Lad.
Bell rings.
The two men lock up in the center of the ring with their respective partners clapping for them. Reckless shoves England Lad back into the corner and pushes him back. England Lad pushes Reckless back then locks up with Reckless again. England Lad manages to get a side headlock in on Reckless, who pushes his opponent off the ropes. England Lad surprises Reckless by delivering a hurracanrana, getting a good pop from the crowd. San Juan cheers on England Lad as he picks up Reckless and puts him upside down in a tree of woe. He heads back to the opposite corner, signaling for his signature floating dropkick. However, Reckless pulls himself up in the nick of time, barely avoiding England Lad's dropkick. England Lad tweaks his knee on the bottom turnbuckle and he holds it. Reckless then jumps up and stomps on England Lad's injured knee, causing him to cry out in pain.
Reckless then drags England Lad to the center of the ring and delivers a leg drop to his knee before stomping away at it. England Lad is down and Reckless heads to the apron. He springs up to the top rope and delivers the Heaven Bound (Swanton Bomb) onto England Lad. Reckless covers but England Lad kicks out before three. Reckless tells the ref that it was three but the ref says it's two. Reckless shakes his head then turns his attention back to England Lad. He goes to pick him up but England Lad catches him with a surprise inside cradle. Reckless kicks out before three then jumps up when England Lad starts to stand. He leaps up and nails England Lad with a dropkick.
Reckless then says enough is enough and heads over to the corner. He waits for England Lad to stand and once he does, Reckless launches himself into the Endless Misery. England Lad rolls out of the way and Reckless eats canvas. The crowd starts a small "England Lad" chant as he gets up and decks Reckless with a pair of clotheslines. San Juan cheers on his partner once more as England Lad delivers a monkey flip, kipping up after Reckless is sent across the ring. England Lad then runs towards Reckless and, with his free knee, sends Reckless down to the canvas with a Shining Enzuigiri. England Lad then points to the fans and heads to the top rope, signaling for the 450 Splash.
However, Ruthless is seen battling with San Juan. Ruthless nails San Juan with a clothesline, distracting England Lad. Reckless then rolls to his feet and runs up the turnbuckles, arm dragging England Lad to the canvas below. England Lad starts to get to his feet and Reckless charges before leaping up and nailing the Speed Kills on England Lad, who goes down like a sack of bricks. Reckless covers and gets the 1-2-3.
Philip: "Here is your winner, Reckless!"
"Riot" hits again and Reckless celebrates his win with Ruthless.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:47:12 GMT -5
Segment: The Enforcer Speaks (Credit: Jeff Cassidy)
As we return from commercial, ACW backstage interviewer, Kevin Anderson is shown waiting outside the locker room of "The Enforcer" Jeff Cassidy. The doorknob begins to turn slowly and out walks Cassidy, sporting a pair of blue jeans and his black "IT DOESN'T MATTER..." hoodie, clearly in no wrestling attire tonight. He stops and looks at Kevin, who begins to speak...
Anderson: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, Kevin Anderson here, standing beside one of ACW's newest signings, "The Enforcer" Jeff Cassidy. Now Jeff, this past Monday we saw you take on XS3 and Jack Nolton in a Triple-Threath match. You were about to get hit by Nolton's After Efect, when XS3 snuck up behind you and knocked you out of the ring, causing you to neither win, or lose the match. What do you have to say about what happened on Monday?
Cassidy tilts his head cockily at the camera, before turning his attention back to Anderson.
Cassidy: I'll tell you what I think about it, as soon as you tell me what you think about what occured this past Monday Night
Anderson: Well, I think that...
Cassidy interupts Anderson in mid-sentence.
Cassidy: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK! But, let me tell you something Kevin, I should be thanking XS3 for not letting me get pinned in that match on Monday. In fact let's go to the video.
Nolton and lifts him up into a torture rack, preparing for the Torture Bomb. However, Nolton slips out and turns Cassidy to face him. He kicks him in the gut and brings him in for the After Effect. Nolton lifts up Cassidy but he forgets about XS3, who connects with the Shadow Step to Nolton. Cassidy falls to the outside while Nolton lands on the ropes. XS3 then goes for an Irish whip but instead draws back Nolton into the Xhilaration. Nolton can't get near the ropes and with nowhere else to go, Nolton is forced to submit in order to fight another day. (Credit: Hitman)
Cassidy: XS3 helped me in that match, and I should be thanking him, like I said before. I SHOULD be thanking him, but I won't. No, I will not thank anyone for helping me lose a match. You see XS3, you really pissed me off on Monday, winning MY debut match. That should've been a match that I won, instead it was a complete humiliation for me. That was my chance to prove to someone in ACW that I could've been their bodygaurd, their Enforcer. But instead, I was reduced to almost nothing. Oh sure, i wasn't pinned and i sure as hell didn't tap, but that doesn't mean a single thing. You see, now that I didn't win my first match, I want to take it out on somebody, and that somebody just happens to be you. Now as you can see I'm not ready to compete tonight...
Cassidy points at his attire, before continuing.
Cassidy: ...So this coming Monday on Warfare, I want you in a One-on-One match. Mano-e-mano, with no third wheel to hold me back. You see, the only reason I lost that match was because Jack Nolton caught me by surprise, but without him in our little contest, I will be able to beat you into the ground like the worm you are. Then, and only then will I finally be able to say...
Cassidy pauses for a good five seconds, before procedding to yell into the microphone...
Cassidy: THE ENFORCER HAS ARRIVED!!!
Cassidy shove Anderson out of the way before walking down the hallway, turning a corner and dissappering from sight...
Anderson: Well, there you have it folks, "The Enforcer" challenges XS3 to match on Monday Night Warfare. Max and Eddie, back to you guys...
(END)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:50:03 GMT -5
Match 2: Rayne vs Mystery Opponent (Credit: Latino / Rena for entrance)
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Sapporo, Hokkaid?, Japan and weighing in at 153 lbs.....Rayne Iwashita!!!
As "Devil Inside" by Utada begins to play Rayne comes out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. A large amount of the men cheer mindlessly while she walks down to the ring with a smile. She slaps hands with a few fans and then runs down towards the ring. Rayne jumps onto the ring apron and then slides between the middle and bottom ropes. She rolls into the middle of the ring and then stands up with both arms raised up high. She looks towards the entrance as she waits for her opponent.
Biff's music begins as Rayne has entered the ring. He appears, dressed in a very expensive suit and holding a microphone.
Biff: Rayne, you have been requesting a match with a male for such a long time. Of course, with Fallouts rules and standards I could not allow such a thing on our programming. However, since this is ACW and they have much different rules than that of Fallout's I will finally give you what you deserve. Allow me to intrduce your opponent "The King of Kingsport" Beau James!
Biff leaves as Beau's music hits. Beau gets a pop from the crowd as he jogs down to the ring and enters, and the match begins right away.
* The Bell Rings *
The match starts of quick as Rayne runs to the ropes and bounces off with some gained momentum. She passes by her opponent and quickly spins around with a heel kick right to the face. Beau James stumbles back a couple steps but isn't out the game yet. He shakes it off and charges at the Empress with a clothesline that nearly takes her head off. She slams back first into the ring and rolls off to the side just as James come down at her with an elbow drop. As he stands back up, Rayne does the same. She takes a moment to take in the moment and then nails James right in the face with a dropkick that this time sends him flat on his back. Rayne runs towards him and flips forward as she lands a Flip Leg Drop right over her opponent's neck. She then barrel rolls forward and grabs the ropes as she stands up. Then, without taking a second to delay she jumps on the middle rope and springboards off with a moonsault. This time Beau is the one to escape the attack as he rolls off to the side. Iwashita slams into the ring mat hard. She grabs her stomach as she rolls around on the ring feeling the pulsating pain run through her. Beau grabs her by hair roughly and as he pulls her up he drives down his first right into her face. He does so again and again until he whips Rayne into the nearest ring corner. James smirks to the fans in attendance and then charges at her with a large clothesline. At the last second, Rayne jumps onto the top turnbuckle leaving Beau to slam deep into the corner. He doesn't get much time to pull himself out as Rayne flips forward over him, grabbing him by his back and pulling him with her. Beau is whiplashed back right into the ring mat and is pushed onto his side as Rayne stands back up. She raises an arm to the fans that garners a worthy amount of cheers. A few moments pass and she notices James slowly getting back to his feet. He turns around and is met with a striking jaw breaker that forces him to snap back up a few feet back. As he stumbles around in a daze Rayne takes a few steps back and then runs directly at her opponent. She jumps up and a loud SMACK echoes throughout the arena as she attacks with a Step Up Enzuigiri. Beau goes down to one knee as Rayne throws a punch right as his face. She pulls him up back onto his feet and then gives him a knee to the gut. James bends over and before he can blink Iwashita grabs him and pulls out the Animato with much intensity. She hooks the leg for the cover and the Referee slides onto the mat as he makes the count. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner....Rayne Iwashita!!
Rayne's arm is raised up as her theme plays in the background. The fans now let out more of a cheer than when she first entered the arena. She then quickly leaves the ring and slaps hands with a row of fans as she leaves the arena and the show cuts to a commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:51:26 GMT -5
Segment: An arrangement of necessity (Credit: Shawn / Stark)
Tonight, Umeko Saito finds herself, and her Tiger, in a very tough position. Not only do they have to deal with what should be a very potent team in Brimstone and "The Scarlet Assassin" Scott Andrews, but they also have to deal with the fact that Chance's "partner" is far more dangerous than his two opponents. His partner is a person who Umeko claims to absolutely detest...he's a man that she still has nightmares about.
Doctor Alexander Starkweather can leave a lasting impression on somebody like no one else.
So, considering the history between them, it's very strange to see her standing just outside of his locker room. She's nervously hugging herself as she musters up the courage to open the door. Her nervous habit of twirling a strand of her hair around her index finger has never been more noticable. While doing this, she does a last minute check of her apperance with her compact mirror. She quickly touches up her makeup just a bit, only to go back to hugging herself once she finishes. She's stalling as best as she can, but she realizes that this is something she has to do. So, she closes her eyes and spends the next few seconds camly reminding herself of exactly what she's going to do. Then, Once she's sure that she'll be able to stay calm and collected, she opens the door as if she's done it a thousand times.
Umeko: I'll wager you never thought you'd see me face to face like this again...
She opens the door to find that she's hardly face-to-face with the good doctor. He's finishing a series of pull-ups on the far side of the room, and he barely seems to notice that she's even entered the room.
The doctor in question looks up calmly after dropping to the ground, almost as if he's been expecting her for quite some time. Which, of course, he has been. In a match with difficult stipulations such as this, it's only natural that she slink around and attempt to maximize the opportunity for her and her Tiger to come out on top.
Stark: ...You'd be amazed who's been knocking on my door lately, Umeko Saito. Hand me a towel, would you?
She can't help but admire him for a fleeting second as she retrieves the only towel nearby. She tosses it in his direction, and he catches it with ease. She give him a quite the sardonic smile before she begins to speak.
Umeko: Nice catch... I'll cut to the chase. Tonight we're facing a common enemy. As much as we dislike each other...I don't think either one of use wants to see the other team win.
Stark: You have no idea. But I digress.
He mops off his forehead and shoulders with the fluffy white length of cloth before tossing it to land on a bench nearby, he turning and sitting on one of the hardwood benches himself to remove his street shoes and place them neatly off to the right. He seems uncaring, almost aloof in his body posture.
Stark: What exactly are you here to propose? That your Tiger and I put our vendetta aside for "just this once" and work as some kind of inglorious tandem? He is the one holding a grudge, I got what I wanted from the ordeal. For the most part, I should say. Some parties involved rather disappointed me with being ignorant and stubborn.
As he finishes his sentence, she gives her lower lip a nervous bite. She's being insulted, and she's getting more and more angry by the minute. However, she's doing a masterful job of keeping her cool. She merely flicks her dark hair from her eyes and lets out a low sigh before she decides to move things a step foward.
Umeko: For once...I really don't feel like arguing with you.
Stark: Then you've learned some restraint, at least. I'll not tell you that you learned nothing during your stay with me. Now...
He crosses his arms over his chest an gives her form a rather uncaring caze before flicking back up to her eyes.
Stark: What was it you'd of liked to propose?
She nervously pats her heel on the tile floor as she thinks of how to phrase her proposal.
Umeko: I'd like for you to agree on a truce for tonight. If you do it, I'll give you some information that you're bound to find interesting.
He quirks his brow slightly. It's not too often people have information that interests him, so she's managed to pique his interest.
Stark: The best I could really promise you is that I'll refrain from attacking him. But if he loses the bout for us, it will be on his head.
Umeko: I can, in turn, promise you that my Tiger wouldn't dare harm a hair on your head.
Stark: Very well, very well.
At this moment, he seems to notice her stance and relative uncomfort.
Stark: ...Is there something else I could possibly help you with? You seem to want to say something else. Unless I'm grossly mistaken.
He's read her like a book... and so she decides to let him in on what she's feeling. She does so in her normal tense way, of course.
Umeko: Like you care... My current mood has a lot to do with the information I thought would interest you. You see, I had a silly little dream about you last night. A silly, silly little dream.
The chuckles that nearly escapes him at the utter silliness of that revelation almost escapes him. Almost. He changes his stance to his right foot holding his weight as he waits for her to continue, blinking twice and waiting for her to realize he's waiting for an explanation.
Umeko: It's not something I'm parti-- None of this would have happened if it wasn't for you! I hate you even more because of that stupid dream! I can't believe it even happened!
Stark: Details.
Umeko: I'm sure you can imagine what it was about... We're both adults here. You're smart enough to get the hint. I'm not about to be humiliated by spelling it out to you.
And that's quite a revelation. One that the good doctor finds quite surprising though his expertise with keeping an emotionaless mask doesn't betray it to her.
Stark: And why, exactly, would you come to me about this if you would be embarassed by something that happened in your subconscious during a dream? I'd think you of all people would be capable of suppressing unwelcome thoughts. I'd well imagine you've suppressed enough guilt in your life to form a nice little complex in the back of your mind.
She grinds her teeth slowly in a sincere effort to suppress her rage. Her face is a very deep shade of crimson. She's angry and she's embarrassed...this puts her in a particularly foul mood. She tries her best to downplay her concerns.
Umeko: You're in no position to lecture me about mental health, Doctor. I doubt my guilt would manifest itself as some sort of pathetically silly schoolgirl crush. If you want my opinion...I think it's just a random coincidence.
He chooses not to pursue the obvious route in the scenario as a rebuttal, rather instead choosing to respond with another query.
Stark: Supposing it was nothing more than a dream, which I am willing to accept. Why would you come to me about a simple dream? It's none of my concern, really, and if it meant nothing you'd of disregarded it as nothing as well. You've said your piece about your Tiger which I will oblige within the constraints of the match as it is. Why inform me of some dream involving me, and vehemently deny you have a "schoolgirl crush" of some kind? Forgive the line of questions, but you shouldn't pique my interest if you don't want them. You should know that.
She knows it very well, he has a curiosity that borders on obsessiveness most of the time. He looks at the human mind and sees something that simply has to be explored, especially if the person interests him. Thinking quickly, she tries her best to push him away from the subject.
Umeko: I've got a question for you, Dr. Starkweather... How would you react if I did indeed have feelings for you? What if, in some twisted way, I've grown to hate you so much that it's turned into something else altogether. Would you force yourself to remain alone...or would you...give it a shot? I want to know. I doubt you'd be as perfect a man as Chance...but you're far from ordinary.
She's now trying to get under his skin, as well as knock the focus of the conversation squarely towards him. She cannot stand how he always seems able to read her like an open book.
Now, if Dr. Starkweather were sitting at his desk he'd be slouched forward, concealing his grin behind clasped hands. But, he's simply standing before her so all she gets is the mere ghost of a smirk.[/i]
Stark: Is that a proposition, Umeko Saito? I daresay Stockholm is quite some distance away... But if you were to cease to be as impulsive and stubbornly ignorant of the world as it pertains to you... Then perhaps. I won't outright lie and say your time at my home was a completely unpleasant one. A dog makes a very poor opponent in chess.
Umeko: It's... Well, I really must be going. I need to talk strategy with my Tiger and prep him for an interview later this evening. I suppose we'll finish this conversation another time?
Itching a spot above his right eyebrow, he closes his eyes and nods. Waving her off to do his own pre-match preparations, he considers for a moment what exactly she may be getting at... Interesting. Very interesting. Perhaps after he's done with a certain other quarry he could very well re-enter that area of his dossier.. But, one thing at a time. Tag team match tonight with someone who'd kill him if he gets the chance in his corner... One has to be wary, of course.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:53:45 GMT -5
Match 3: Redurdenix vs. Sae and Vanity Jane (Credit: Scott Andrews)
Philip returns to the ring to announce the next match of the evening.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first…
The beat of Chamillionaire’s “Sound Of Revenge” rings through the arena as the crowd begin to boo. Sae and Jane make their way onto the ramp; Sae with a swagger in his step, and Jane with her nose in the air.
Philip: At a combined weight of 351 pounds, they are the team of VANITY JANE and SAE!
The furious guitar shredding of the intro to “Survive” by Rise Against blares throughout the arena as blinding white lights flicker chaotically, illuminating Nick Durden’s enigmatic silhouette, along with his partner Renix Williams, hopping on his feet and head banging, getting himself psyched up for his match while she pats him on the back and encourages him to stay focused.
Philip: At a combined weight of 337 pounds, they are the team of RENIX WILLIAMS and NICK DURDEN!
When the drums crash a giant stream of pyro shoots up from the stage and Nick and Renix step out. Nick runs to his right side of the stage and throws up an enthusiastic taunt to the fans on that side, inciting uproarious cheers as Renix does so on the opposite side. They then repeat this on their opposite sides with the same reception. As he enters the ring, Nick turns his body to the right so that he now faces the audience to the right side. Now in the center of the ring, he stays in that position, chest facing the mat and balanced on the palms of his hands and on his knees, and looks around at the audience. Renix jumps onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before raising her arm in the air. Nick mounts one turnbuckle and signals vigorously to the adoring crowd. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and repeats. Once he dismounts the second turnbuckle, he begins to stretch and loosen himself up for the impending match up while Renix discusses some last minute details on strategy.
The two teams eye each other up before the bell rings to start the match.
DING! DING! DING!
Renix and Jane look to start off this contest and they don’t take long to get at it. Jane leaps at Renix, taking her down with a Double Leg Takedown and proceding to pummel her with vicious right hands before standing and taunting to the fans “Is this all you got Renix!”.
She lifts her to her feet and whips her across the ring. Jane goes to hit a clothesline, but Renix ducks under and flies around with a Crucifix Pin hold, only to be countered into a Swinging Sideslam by Jane. Jane goes for an early pin attempt, but only gets a two.
McNally: Jane looks to be set to take Renix out tonight with that thundering sideslam!
Jane pulls Renix to her corner after the failed pin attempt and tags in Sae. She holds her down while Sae delivers a Pendulum elbow drop. Sae covers, but Durden races over to break it up.
The crowd are getting behind Renix now as she looks to be looking less and less able to reach her corner, but as Jane attempts to go for a Suplex, Renix hooks her leg around Jane’s and counters to her.
Edison: She did it! Now tag in Durden, Renix!
She crawls towards her partner, his arm outstretched. Jane grasps her back, but she see’s Renix’ opportunity and must stop her. She grabs Renix’ leg and begins to pull, but Renix get’s up and unloads a heavy enziguiri to Jane’s temple, dropping her to the mat. She leaps after the move, connecting with Durden’s hand, and the crowd go wild as Nick enters the ring.
Edison: WOOPEEE!! Durdenator enters the ring!
McNally: I’m sure he’s going to love being called that backstage, and he’s got you to thank for it…
He picks Jane up and carries her over to Sae. Nick grabs Jane’s hand and places it on Sae’s which results in the referee demanding Sae enter the ring, much to his dismay. Jane fights at Durden to let her go, which he does as she thuds to the mat and rolls to the outside.
Durden backs up to allow Sae some room to enter, but as Sae enters, Durden runs and smashes into Sae with the Nirvanaclasm knee strike sending him to the mat. Durden then taunts the crowd as he bows. The fans lap it up and cheer and clap their favourite in the match.
McNally: He better not get too cocky, I hear Sae knows almost every move in the book!
Durden drops across Sae for a pin but only gets a solid two. He then decides to wear him down with a submission as he applies a Triangle Choke. Sae wriggles to try and escape, and that he does via rolling over to his corner and tagging in Jane’s leg. The crowd laugh, but Sae is released from the hold and rolls out of the ring. Jane hesitantly enters the ring, but Durden, being the gentlemen he is, tags in Renix to allow her to exact her revenge.
McNally: It looks like Renix gets another go here!
Renix enters and the two do battle once again. Renix goes for a clothesline, but Kane ducks, so she opts for a rear waist lock instead. From here she delivers a German Suplex as the crowd cheer and begin an “R-N-X” chant. She gets up and lifts Jane to her feet to go for another high impact move; a DDT of some sort. Jane see’s this move coming and punches her in the gut before delivering a release Northern Lights Suplex.
McNally: Brilliant counter there with the Northern Lights Suplex! Can Renix come back or is this the end?!
Sae enters the ring after a call from Jane and the pair begin stomping on Renix as Durden yells at the referee. The referee moves over to Durden to stop him from shouting, but during this time Sae plants Renix with The Sound Of Revenge (Inverted Falcon Arrow Face Plant of Fun). Renix looks to be out as Jane drops down for the cover. Durden will have none of this as he breaks it up at the two. After Nick breaks up the pin he rolls out of the ring and heads towards Sae’s corner.
McNally: Durden’s going to sort Sae out on the outside!
Edison: Go back to your corner, Durden!
As Durden takes to Sae on the outside, Jane is distracted by their fighting right behind her. She turns to the ropes and shouts at Durden to get back to his corner. Unknown to her, Renix is up and she slowly moves over to Jane, and in one swift movement she rolls her up in a tight pin for the one, two, three!
Renix lets go after the pin and lies on the mat to catch her breath as Jane looks on in shock, hands on her forehead and her mouth and eyes open wide. She can’t believe what just happened, and that the consequences of this are very real...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:54:28 GMT -5
Renix and Nick celebrate their victory by mockingly waving goodbye to Sae and Jane. As the losing team makes their walk of shame to the back, Jane doing so for the last time, they are serenaded with a rousing rendition of “Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye!” Nick and Renix hug in the center of the ring, but their merriment is soon interrupted by a close-up of a sneering Reckless popping up on the Alphatron.
Reckless: Bravo, bravo. Quite a scintillating match to be sure. Nick, you certainly proved you deserve to be the proud owner of that precious bike of yours.
Ruthless (off screen): You mean this bike?
The camera pulls away from Reckless to show Ruthless piloting a crane. The camera then zooms up to the top of the crane to show Nick’s prized Hayabusa raised high into the air
Reckless: Nick, I remember you telling me a week ago to stay away from you.
Reckless chuckles sadistically.
Reckless: Too bad you didn’t take out an insurance policy on your belongings.
Reckless raises his thumb, only to point it back down to the ground as if her were a Roman emperor ordering an execution at the Coliseum. With that signal, Ruthless releases the motorcycle, causing it to plummet down to earth, shattering with a sickening crash immediately upon impact. As the dust clears, we zoom in to a close-up of the pile of twisted metal that was formerly Nick’s bike. The feed on the Alphatron cuts. Fade out with a shot of Nick still gazing upon the screen in horror.
OOC: Ending events credited to Nick.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 16:59:10 GMT -5
Segment: “Meanwhile in the Chat Room…” Credit: Thunderkiss ** Cooper316 has entered the chat room ** [Cooper316] Whats up?! [nWo Tim] Hey Coop. [Cooper316] How’s Meltdown tonight? [Smart Marky T] Meh… could be better. COOOOOOOPER! Sup? [LatinoLegendGurl] wb [Se7En] Sae/Jane Vs. Redurdenix is on now. [Fallout RULEZ] It BLOWS! [nWo Tim] Your mom blows. [LatinoLegendGurl] lol [Se7en] AKA “Piss Break” [Scuba Steve] Mom jokes FTL STFU@7 – Redurdenix rocks. [Se7en] Oh yes, maybe this week Durden will build up enough courage to ask .. “Renix, will you hold my hand”!? [Cooper316] lol! IHAK just likes the T&A. [Scarlet-Spider] Who doesn’t? I mean I see four things in the ring right now I want to stick my face in and go BLUBABABABABABABAUBABAHAGHAHAHABALAH! [nWo Tim] ROFL! [Fallout RULEZ] lol [Smart Marky T] Well, at least ACW females know how to wrestle .. I’ll give them that. I’ll still take my flaming Fujita Toyota driver any day over this.
** Pred Head Leader has entered the chat room **
[Fallout RULEZ] PREDDDDDDD HEADDDDDDDDD! [Flamin-GO] Oh great … [Pred Head Leader] LADIES AND GENTLEMEN …! [Fallout RULEZ] PRED HEAD HAS ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM! [Pred Head Leader] PRED HEAD HAS ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM! [Scuba Steve] So nice we heard it twice. [UK ACW Fan] Did you guys just see that move by Sae? That was sick! [Smart Marky T] He actually stole that from Yoshi Mariosan. He used it way back in 1981 during a playground fight while he was in the 2nd grade. [Smart Marky T] I have it on DVD. [Pred Head Leader] Yeah, that was decent but Predator > Sae. [LatinoLegendGurl] Latino > everyone. [Flamin-GO] Oh shut up.
*** WCW98 has entered the chat room ***
[Fallout RULEZ] Pred Head PWNS Flamin-GAY. I Heart AK sighs … [Se7en] “Flamin” “Gay”?! Rofl.. So immature…. [Cooper316] W00t! Renix you go girl! [Pred Head Leader] Yeah… she’s alright. [Pred Head Leader] But she should tag with a real man… like Thunderkiss. [Se7en] Why so she could lose? [Flamin-GO] lol!!! [Fallout RULEZ] TK should have joined Fallout [Pred Head Leader] TK should have stayed in the GWF. I told everyone here they would totally misuse him. Did he have a match tonight? [nWo Tim] Nope. [Pred Head Leader] Well that’s just great. Is Ted Turner running ACW?! [Fallout RULEZ] LOLZERS. [Pred Head Leader] I mean honestly, they pay the guy millions of dollars to come in and beat a retiring Rena, some baseball dude and the Southern Smashers and push everyone else. Brilliant. [Flamin-GO] AND give Flamingo three victories! [Scuba Steve] And cut off somebody’s hand! [Cooper316] That was SO W-T-F [Pred Head Leader] I know! Cutting off a guys hand?! Who wrote that shit?! [LatinoLegendGurl] TK just doesn’t have it. [Pred Head Leader] B.S. [Cooper316] Nah, TK actually has “it” but you wont see it for a while. Its called paying your “dues”.
** Reckless Youth has entered the chat room **
[Pred Head Leader] Good ‘ol boys club FTL. [Scuba Steve] Hey Ry Ry! [Pred Head Leader] Well at this rate, I hope Russo comes to ACW soon so he can save Thunderkiss much in the way he saved Bret Hart. [Smart Marky T] Russo.. Pfffffffffft…. Yeah, right. [Flamin-GO] Bwahahahaha, are you kidding?! I swear, STFU. There is no “good ‘ol boys” club – just get over the fact that your boy SUCKS! But yeah, Hart and TK would be good buddies I’m sure because all they are good for is bitching. [Cooper316] Russo? Saving Bret Hart? If you call having your head kicked in by Goldberg, yeah, that’s “saving”. [Fallout RULEZ] Biff will save Thunderkiss! [Reckless Youth] Biff can’t even save his own show. My local network pulled Fallout this week and reaired it on Tuesday. So much for the “Fasted Hour on Television”. Yeah! Same here, what was up with that?! [Pred Head Leader] If anyone sucks, its your boy, Flamin-Gay. He’s obviously sucking someone backstage, that’s for sure. [Se7en] hahahaha [Scuba Steve] lol
*** Hunter RIP has entered the chat room ***
[Fallout RULEZ] They had to reair Fallout this week because it was just too awesome for its time slot. [Hunter RIP] Please join my official ACW e-fed! Thus far we have over a dozen guys a two titles! [Flamin-GO] Flamingo >>>>> ACW >>>>> Fallout >>>>>>>>> STD’s >>>>>>>>> Thunderkiss [nWo Tim] How many e-feds does the interent need?! [LatinoLegendGurl] 100,000 more. [Fallout RULEZ] Fallout >>>>>>>>>>>>> Thunderkiss >>>>>>>>> ACW >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Suicide >>>>>>>>>> Adrian Flamingo > You [Hunter RIP] Our first show is this Tuesday! Join now! [Se7en] I still don’t see what you find entertaining about a guy who does 5 moves max. [Flamin-GO] He’s just a lazy worker. He should be in the ring crew, not in the ring. [Cooper316] I think calling him “lazy” is a stretch. His gimmick is to do less with more. [Pred Head Leader] We’ve been here already and done this already. Once again, just because a guy doesn’t do 360 spinning moves off the top rope doesn’t mean he sucks. If anything, he’s totally cool to take a stance on that kinda stuff. [Smart Marky T] Well, he could work on his move set some. He should watch some Puro or at least do a Kneeling Frog Senton Super Splash Lighting Kick. [Pred Head Leader] Besides, that stuffs killer on the knees. [ACW UK Fan] Damn right, mate.
*** GOATSE has entered the chat room ***
[GOATSE] www.tinyulr.com/11111 CLICK HERE! [GOATSE] www.tinyulr.com/11111 CLICK HERE! [GOATSE] www.tinyulr.com/11111 CLICK HERE! …. [GOATSE] www.tinyulr.com/11111 CLICK HERE! [GOATSE] www.tinyulr.com/11111 CLICK HERE! [GOATSE] www.tinyulr.com/11111 CLICK HERE! [GOATSE] www.tinyulr.com/11111 CLICK HERE! [nWo Tim] STOP!
*** GOATSE has been kicked ***
[LatinoLegendGurl] Thank God. [Pred Head Leader] Holy crap, I just clicked on that link and I saw what happens when you drop the soap next to Flamingo. [Cooper316] ROTFLMAO! [Scarlet-Spider] Hahahaha! [Scuba Steve] I’m surprised we didn’t see a tattoo that reads “MR JONES! THIS WAY!” [Hunter RIP] LOL! lol! [Reckless Youth] LOLZERS! [Flamin-GO] AJKASJ;ADSKLF [Flamin-GO] AKAJKAJKLJAS [Flamin-GO] SAKLJASDJFJJDSAJFKL;SAJDFA [Fallout RULEZ] Uh-Oh! [Flamin-GO] ASDKLAJFDSAFJA;AJS;AS [Flamin-GO] ASAJS;AFKLJSALN4210-U429UIP432UJOP[WQJ [nWo Tim] Uh… Mods? [Flamin-GO] AAS3MASDFASDFSADFASDFASDFADSFDSAFDSAFDSA
*** Flamin-GO has been kicked ***
[Pred Head Leader] Holy shit ….. [Scuba Steve] Chill pill?! [UK ACW Fan] Geesh!
*** Boris has entered the chat room ***
[Pred Head Leader] Awwwwwwww Shit.
*** You have logged off ***
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:00:12 GMT -5
Segment: Getting the opportunity. (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Little action is happening in front of the ACW fans since the ring technicians are just doing some touchups to the ring such as tightening the ropes and etc. Suddenly the lights dim in the arena and the alphatron flickers to life to a man sitting in a chair that is behind a desk. The chair spins around to reveal the chairman Gingerdude sitting there.
Gingerdude: Good evening ACW fans.
The crowd cheers.
Gingerdude: I have some news that I would like to bring forward to you all in attendance and to those watching at home. The news refers to Jonny Spade…
The crowd cheers once again for his mention.
Gingerdude: …and your Entertainment champion Jason Freeman.
The crowd boos at the mention of his name.
Gingerdude: Mr. Spade has brought to my attention many times before that he would like to have a one on one rematch with Jason for the Entertainment title. And time and time again I told him no because I need to see some proof.
The camera shot quickly changes for those at home, to Jonny Spade who is seen sitting in his locker room watching Gingerdude while eating some nachos and cheese dip. His manager Melissa is there to sitting with him but not eating anything.
Gingerdude: So, I have decided tonight that to help with my decision making and for all of your viewing pleasures. I will be putting together an impromptu matchup.
The fans start to cheer once again.
Gingerdude: Jonny Spade…vs… A man that he has faced numerous times before….Brian Carnage!!! I shall then make my decision if he gets the match then after or not.
The shot then changes once again back to Jonny who is sitting in his locker room. He jumps up from his seat as if he had won some award at an award show thus, making himself spill all the chips and dip that he had surrounded him onto the floor. Gooey then comes in from the bathroom as the toilet can be heard flushed in the distance. Gooey looks shocked seeing his food on the floor.
Gooey: What the hell man?
Jonny: I don't have time to worry about it now I got a match to go for.
As he starts to leave the room he pulls Melissa up from her chair and they both exit the room. Upon leaving, they come across Kevin Anderson who has a mic in his hand.
Kevin: Jonny! Quick question!
Jonny: Walk and talk Kev, walk and talk.
Kevin does so.
Kevin: So Jonny, now that you got that opportunity that you were oh so longing for, do you think that you can get the job done while going up against Brian Carnage?
Jonny: Pfft. Is that a serious question? Of course I can get the job done. It’s Brian Carnage! I’ve done it before I know I can certainly do it once again.
Jonny’s music is starting to be heard throughout the arena.
Jonny: No time to chat Kev, I gotta fly.
Kevin stops talking as Jonny and Melissa continue on their walk down the hallway to the entrance of the entrance ramp when, Kevin yells out a last question to him.
Kevin: WHAT ABOUT YOUR WRESTLING ATTIRE?
Jonny: I AM WEARING STRETCHY PANTS.
Jonny takes his shirt off and tosses it to some stage hand and tells him to bring it back to his locker room. Jonny then walks up the steps and then waits for his name to be called out by Phillip.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:00:55 GMT -5
Segment: The Match (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Phillip: …..and his opponent hailing from Toronto Canada….JONNY SPADE!!
The music continues to play and he walks down the ramp way. Brian is already there and waits patiently in the ring for Jonny to enter it. Once he does the signals for the bell to ring.
Bell Rings.
As soon as the bell rings, Brian charges at Jonny and he is quick enough to side step Brian sending him into the turnbuckle behind Jonny. Jonny picks him up and turns him around and then starts to wale on his abdomen with left and right punches. After a minute or so of doing this, he whips Brian across the ring into the opposite corner of the turnbuckle. Brian hits it hard and stumbles backwards out of it, right into a Pumphandle Schwein, laying Brian out on his back on the matt. Jonny then walks over to Brian’s legs, and he lifts him up in the powerbomb and then slams him back down once again hitting the mat hard. Jonny lifts Brian up once again but this time Brian is aware of what’s happening and he counters it into a hurricarrana sending Jonny down to the matt. Now both guys are on the mat worn out a little Jonny from the unexpected hurricarrana and Brian from the hits he took from before, and the referee starts a 10 count.
Just then as Jonny is to get to his feet Jason makes his way down to the ring and climbs onto the apron. He then starts to taunt Jonny with his belt and Jonny turns with a wide angle punch aimed at the face of Jason but Jason is able to duck the punch and at the same time he jumps down from the apron and at the same time he has pulled the top rope down and then he unexpectedly legs go of the rope making it snap Jonny in the throat and sending him stumbling backwards. Brian takes the advantage of this slipup and goes for a spinning heel kick to the back of Jonny’s skull sending him down to the mat. Brian then pulls Jonny over to the corner turnbuckle and he then starts to climb it. Brian though takes a little to much time up there because Jonny isn’t as knocked out as he originally thought. Jason though is thinking like Brian and thinking he is knocked out so he has a giant smirk on his face. Although that smirk quickly fades though to one of shock because Jonny is able to get to his feet quickly and run up the ropes, he meets Brian face to face and gives him two straight blows to the head making him lose his step. Jonny moves his hands to where they need to be and does a top rope Wristclutch Exploder Suplex. The fans go crazy and cheers wildly. Jason goes crazy too but for different reasons.
Jonny rolls over and goes for the pin on Brian and he is successfully able to get the three count on Brian.
Phillip: Here is your win--
Phillip is cut off though because Jonny is then attacked by Jason Freeman. He has brought in a chair with him although he leaves it on the matt at the spot where he entered the ring. Jason jumps on Jonny and then starts to punch wildly on him who is still on Brian Carnage. The ref quickly tries to separate them but only is successful enough to get Jonny and Jason off Brian who he helps leave the ring. After a few moments, Jason lets up on Jonny and he picks him up by his head. He then puts him up against some ropes nearby and gives him a few chops to his chest yelling at him after each one “YOU WANT A MATCH HUH?”. He then whips Jonny into the other ropes across the ring. Jonny though is able to reverse it and with a few quick glances around the ring and quick jerks of his foot he is able to move the chair that Jason brought into the ring at the right spot and he lifts Jason up for a high impact spinebuster onto the chair sending pain through his back and sending the crowd into another frenzy. Jason, on impulse then quickly rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. Which then by that point a familiar voice and face comes back onto the alphatron.
Ginger: JONNY! I got some good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?
Jonny who is catching his breath does a thumbs down motion to signify the bad news first.
Ginger: Okay. Bad news is that I wasn’t impressed with your match tonight with Brian.
Jonny hangs his head low and Jason can be heard by the cameras at ringside laughing at him.
Ginger: HOWEVER…now for the good news. I was impressed with how you handled yourself when Jason had went out and tried to interfere and how you handled yourself once he had attacked you after the match… SO therefore I will give you that match you wanted for Ragnaronk. Don't disappoint me now.
The feed ends and cheers from the fans all around the stadium can be heard for the match that they would want to see happen again. A loud NOOOOO is heard from Jason and he kicks the steel steps in anger. Jonny smiles to himself and then climbs the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd doing the ‘title belt around his waist’ taunt and then looks and points to Jason who is holding up his Entertainment title in his hand. As the two stare at each other Jonny’s music starts to play on the PA. Jason then starts to walk away while still looking at him up the ramp as the scene here ends.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 18, 2007 17:01:58 GMT -5
Segment: Understanding oneself (Credit: Rattlesnake / AK)
A casual fan would be forgiven for struggling to keep up with everything that’s happening within ACW at the present time… actually, the hardcore fans would probably string them up and subject them to a lethal barrage of netspeak, but that’s neither here nor there in the grand scheme of things.
It suffices to say that as the camera picks up the sounds of two people advancing down the corridor, no one is quite sure what to expect. As the approaching shadows resolve into recognisable figures the crowd starts to boo, for it is in fact Alicia and Rattlesnake. Seemingly not noticing the camera, or not bothered by it, Alicia pauses for a moment to fix her collar which has twisted itself over uncomfortably. As she drops out of step Rattlesnake also halts, and puts his hands on his hips in annoyance.
Rattlesnake: Could you stop with the primping? I don’t plan on settling for a draw in this match.
Alicia rolls her eyes, finishes adjusting her clothing, and folds her arms.
Alicia: All right, keep your pants on sunshine. It so happens I agree with that sentiment, and do I need to remind you that I was the one who fought BK to a standstill after you failed to take him out when you had the chance?
Rattlesnake: So it’s my fault you missed out on the win? No way, sister, you’re not pinning that on me. If I hadn’t agreed to help you and Latino out of this mess you’d be in a steaming heap of trouble, so zip that lip and give me some co-operation out there. Got that?
He and Alicia are very close to one another now. She glares, and is on the verge of letting rip right back at Snake, but instead the fire dims in her eyes and she looks away, her voice much quieter.
Alicia: ……You’re right, it’s not your fault, I was out of order. I don’t want to make a big thing of it… let’s just get this match over with.
She keeps her eyes lowered as she starts off up the corridor again. Rattlesnake frowns, perturbed by the thought of having to deal with a bout of feminine moodiness as well as his opponents, but in what is an unusual reaction for him he also feels a touch of concern. Burying that sentiment for now, he catches up to Alicia and stops her firmly but not roughly with a hand to the shoulder.
Rattlesnake: Hold up just a second. I can tell something’s bothering you and I want to know what it is. I’ve got enough unknown factors in this situation without you being one of them.
Alicia snorts, her laugh that telltale bit false.
Alicia: I’m perfectly fine, and I’ll do whatever needs to be done out there. Can we go now, please?
Rattlesnake says nothing, but shakes his head very slightly. Alicia pushes her hair back and gives a slight smile, tinged with melancholy.
Alicia: Look, trust me, if I know one thing about every man ever born… it’s that listening while someone else whines on about the square root of bugger all does not constitute an enjoyable experience. Even if I did want to talk about anything, which I don’t, you really wouldn’t want to know about it.
She is about to turn, but Rattlesnake raises his eyebrows and looks as if he’s just been insulted.
Rattlesnake: Well, if there was one person I never expected to hear such a load of sexist crap from, it’s you. How could you possibly know my capacity for dealing with the fragilities of the human psyche? Underneath this rugged and improbably handsome skin I could be the newest of new men, caring, sharing and proud of my ability to wear pink without feeling my masculinity diminished! I even know how to separate coloreds from whites in the wash, dammit!
Rattlesnake’s mock outrage breaks through Alicia’s defenses, and she can’t help but laugh a little. When she sees that Rattlesnake hasn’t moved and isn’t going to any time soon, she sighs deeply, and looks him in the eye for a moment.
Alicia: ……All right. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.
She gathers her thoughts for a moment, and starts to walk along slowly without really noticing. Rattlesnake just follows alongside.
Alicia: What I told you when Latino and I first approached you for help is still valid; BK and Jake are acting as if they own the place, and we couldn’t just stand back and let them occupy the prime positions in the pecking order. We both know that London’s still one of the key players… anyone who wants to command any amount of attention around here has to make extremely sure that they keep one step ahead. Once you let one person get the better of you mentally, it’s the start of a long and painful slide downward, and it’s very, very hard to arrest your descent if you end up on that slope. I’m nowhere near ready to even contemplate that outcome… I may be one of the longest-serving roster members, but that doesn’t mean that I’m simply going to surrender what I worked for, not to anyone.
Alicia stops and leans against the wall. Rattlesnake is intelligent enough not to interrupt, and chooses a reasonably comfortable position – Alicia sounds as if she has more to say before she’s cleared her pent-up feelings.
Alicia: You probably know even more about what I’m trying to describe than I do, Snake, after what you went through at CPW. I always knew that the upward curve would have to have a downside one day, and I came to the decision that the best way to postpone its arrival would be to never become complacent, never be satisfied doing the same old things, and above all never allow people to think that they’d discovered all there is to know about me. I’m still afraid of stagnating like that, and that’s why I made a conscious choice several months ago to shake things up, and try something different. I guessed that there would be people who wouldn’t like it, there are always people who are afraid of change… I suppose I didn’t realise there would be so many of them.
She looks into the distance, and there is something resembling pain there. It looks like a feeling that she is no stranger to, a very old adversary. But she pushes it away, and her expression hardens.
Alicia: But I can’t let these things prevent me from doing what I need to do. You know what it is that really pisses me off? I start doing things just a little bit differently and get castigated for it, but when BK London reappears, saying all the things the crowd wants to hear, they’re immediately fawning over him, and not one person questions whether he’s sincere, or demands an explanation for such an amazing volte-face. No one, NO ONE, has treated those fans as badly as BK has over most of his career here, and still when he produces a flashy entrance and “chooses” them instead of Fallout, he’s their darling and all is forgiven. It’s all just so……aaaugh!
She kicks out behind her, and such is her strength of feeling that she leaves a dent in the cinderblock wall. Rattlesnake, being tough as you like, doesn’t flinch, and straightens up from his position.
Rattlesnake: ……You done?
Alicia examines the dent in the wall, and smoothes down her top.
Alicia: Yeah, I reckon so. Did I overload your histronics meter?
Rattlesnake smirks.
Rattlesnake: Please, I was in a stable with Hunter.
Alicia just shrugs in agreement. Rattlesnake pauses, as if there was something he’d intended to say but forgotten about until now.
Rattlesnake: Speaking of alliances… I want you and Latino to stay out of things between Kudo and I. Top Draw is one thing, but now Kudo’s involved, I want to settle the score between us on my own terms.
Alicia simply nods; she’s smart enough to know that Rattlesnake is taking this very seriously. Satisfied, another thought enters Rattlesnake’s head.
Rattlesnake: This has been bugging me of late… I’ve seen the Senator’s photographs, and I know you were part of the stable once. Heck, you were there at the beginning… so what happened?
Alicia considers her response… old memories are stirred, good and bad.
Alicia: Oh, it was nothing very special. When ACW formed, the Senator put his political career first, and so Latino and I had to figure things out on our own. We made a lot of mistakes, but we got through them… and by the time the Senator did return, we’d grown apart. At the time, I was angry… I blamed him for not being there to steer us away from some of the really big mistakes we made. Now, though… I can see that I’d probably have made most of them anyway. I was so headstrong, I thought I knew what I was “supposed” to do…
She sighs softly. For a second, she could almost reach out and touch those days gone by.
Alicia: …sometimes, I wish I could go back to that innocence, foolish as it was…
Her hand closes and drops to her side. She lifts her head, and sees nothing except the present.
Alicia: ……we have a match to contest. Shall we?
She looks at the double doors that lead to the arena entrance, and Snake gestures toward them. Alicia leads the way through, and does not look back as the scene fades out.
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