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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:46:32 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 8th February 2007
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The Golden Boy vs Jeff Cassidy
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Brimstone vs Adrian Flamingo w/Mr. Jones
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Nick Durden and Mystery Partner vs The Rioters
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BK London vs Vladimir Rasputin
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Starkweather vs Scott Andrews
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Main Event Match Rattlesnake & Wyvern vs Chance Emmerson & Umeko Saito
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:47:39 GMT -5
Opening Segment: "The Dark Hero Who Overcomes Tragedy: Persistence" (Credit: Nick D)
INT. MELTDOWN ARENA – EARLY SHOW
We begin Meltdown with a rare occurance; one of the dark matches that are usually enjoyed only by the live crowd and the fans diligent enough to seek out the footage in the “VIP” area of the ACW website. ”Free For All” by Ted Nugent is playing as Pablo Lopez is taunting to the audience. Also in the ring is Evan Dixon. Those people who don’t watch ACW’s web-only output might be surprised to hear regular commentators Max McNally and Eddie Edison providing some colour…
McNALLY It’s almost time for Meltdown to hit the screens, folks, and up next will be our last scene-setter as “The Latin Lunatic” Pablo Lopez faces Evan Dixon.
Before referee Joey Reynolds can call for the bell, though, a ginormous pop erupts from the crowd as Nick Durden appears on the scene, yet again wielding his cricket bat and yet again still enraged as ever. The three men in the ring can only look upon him in bemusement. Nick climbs up the steps to enter the ring. He glares intently at Dixon and Lopez for a moment before unloading a vicious overhead strike to Lopez! Nick then immediately follows it up with a wide swing that catches Dixon right in the throat!
EDISON Oh man! This could end up being even more DAAAANGEROOOOOUUS than what happened last week!
Nick unleashes a few downward stabs of his bat onto Lopez before proceeding to choke him with the bat. As Dixon drags himself back to his feet, Nick runs to the ropes and bounces off to smack him with a Nirvanaclasm!
McNALLY Durden’s gone absolutely nuts! We really are gonna need security this time!
Nick rolls out of the ring and pulls out a small sack from underneath the apron. Upon re-entrance of the ring, Nick opens the bag and dumps a pile of thumbtacks onto the mat.
EDISON There are certainly fewer weapons more DAAAAAAANGEROOOOOUS than thumbtacks!
After pulling Lopez, still desperately gasping for breath, to his feet, Nick hoists him up into vertical suplex position and slams him down onto the thumbtacks with a Blue BrainWash! Someone in the back finally intervenes, and it’s none other than Chairman Gingerdude. He doesn’t look surprised, but neither does he look ready to tolerate another disrupted show.
GINGERDUDE All right, Durden, you’ve proven your point. If you truly are so intent on getting your brains bashed in, then by all means, please do, but only on one condition: you find yourself a partner much more capable of watching your back. That’s my final offer.
Nick grabs the microphone sitting in the corner.
NICK That’s fine by me, but lemme tell you this: if that new partner of mine gets in my way even the slightest bit, I’ll give him something that makes what happened to these punks look like a love tap.
Nick hurls the mike down and exits the ring. He begins his intent march to the back to search for a new partner in crime.
EDISON This situation’s already DAAAAAAANGEROOOOOUS enough! What’s gonna happen when another person gets thrown into it?
The crowd is wondering exactly that, and with skilled timing the proper opening of Meltdown commences with pyro and the distinctive Thursday Night theme. It’s going to be a belter of a show…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:49:45 GMT -5
Segment: The Enforcer’s Pissed (Credit: Jeff Cassidy)
The camera is shown in the locker room of "The Enforcer" Jeff Cassidy. Cassidy is sitting on a couch, hunched forward with a large towel over his head. His hands are folded in front of him, and he's lightly tapping his left boot on the floor. He is wearing his trademark "It Doesn't Matter..." T-shirt, along with his wrestling tights. He begins to mutter to himself...
Cassidy: I can't believe it, I can't believe it. How the hell did he beat me. I had it all planned out. After I pinned him, I would begin my legacy here in ACW. But no, XS3 had to go and ruin the entire thing for me. Now instead of being 1 and 0, I'm 0 and 1. I mean, who's ever heard of a former world champion losing his first singles match in a company...not many. Look at Hulk Hogan, he won the freakin World Heavyweight Championship in his first bout in WCW. But It Doesn't matter...
Cassidy hears the cameraman knock something over, and looks up. Upon realizing that someone was recording him, he becomes enraged with anger. He stands up and shoves the cameramna.
Cassidy: What the hell do you think your doing, huh? You tryin' to interupt "the Enforcer's" concentration for his match tonight. I bet that's what you were tryin' to do huh? Well, you know what? You succeded. But not only did you disrupt my concentration, you really pissed me off. So know you know what? Now, not only am I going to beat Golden Boy tonight but I'm going to hurt you so bad, that you'll wish you were never born. But before I slaughter you, let's get to my opponent Golden Boy. Now what has he ever done, besides go out with that pretty little thing he likes to keep at ringside. Nothing. but what has "The Enforcer" done. He's a former 3-time World Heavyweight Champion. A 2-time WCW U.S. Champion. He's main-evented "The Grandaddy of em' All" Starrcade. He's beaten guys like Scott Hall, Lex Luger, and "Big" Van Vader. So that means that "The Enforcer" should win this match automatically, right? Well some people don't think so. Some people think that because Cassidy hasn't won a match here in ACW yet, he's never going to win one. But let me tell you something. The only reason "The Enforcer" hasn't won a match yet is because of cheaters. When I was it that triple-threat match, XS3 stole my victory right out from under my nose, and last week, he had his little "Gal-friend" help him steal yet another victory from me. So TGB, if you even think that your little "Gal-friend" is gonna help you win this match then you've got another thing coming, because if she does, I'm going to do this to her...
Cassidy slams open the door and finds a random backstage crew member, who he punches three times before nailing said crewmember with a clothesline.
Cassidy: That is what I'm going to do to your gal-friend if she helps you cheat. I've been cheated twice and I'm not going to be cheated again. And T-G-B, even if you do somehow in Memphis's name win this match against me, I am going to make your life a living HELL!
Cassidy angrily walks down thew hallway, before turning around and charging at the camera man. The cameraman gets hit with "The Charge" (Spear), allowing the camera to fall to the ground. As the camera lies on the ground, Cassidy can be heard yelling...
Cassidy: THE ENFORCER HAS ARRIVED!!!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:51:34 GMT -5
Segment: The Offer (Credit: TGB)
OOC: This segment is rated M for mature! If you are get offended by sexual acts then read no further!
The camera is in the back tailing TGB and Bianca Sky through the halls. They stop at Gingerdude’s office and whisper before barging in.
Gingerdude: Just the man I was looking to see.
TGB: I was told, what’s going on? You going to give me the ACW Title shot you know I should have?
Gingerdude: Ummmm, no. But I am going to tell you I am already sick of you and your bullying. So far you have cheap shot and sent to the hospital a press member, one of my wrestlers, and my backstage reporter! This ends NOW!
TGB: (Laughs starts to chuckle) Have you not been paying attention? I do what I want, when I want, and no one can stop me. Not any of these jokes back here, not any of the fans, not any security, not even you. So unless you want to wind up in the hospital too, I suggest you watch your step.
Gingerdude: Well I already thought of that, so I went out earlier today and got an official letter from the Board of ACW that if you lay one hand on me then you will be immediately suspended WITHOUT pay for 30 days!
The fans let out a little cheer at the thought of TGB being suspended.
TGB: Well I don’t have to hit you to hurt you. I’ll stop wrestling and your ratings will plummet, because everyone here and everyone watching is only interested in T-----G-----B.
Ginger: You’re that confident of yourself, are you? Confident enough to lose your contract of employment here? Well the notice ALSO says that if you refuse to listen to me your contract will be TERMINATED! So tonight I am booking you in a match against someone more your size....“The Enforcer” Jeff Cassidy!
TGB jumps back in shock and anger. He winds up like he is going to hit Ginger but Bianca gets in front of him and reminds him of the consequences. TGB stops in tracks and gets face to face with Gingerdude.
TGB: You’re gonna regret this, I promise you, I will win. I always win.
With that him and Bianca exit the locker room. They stop in the hall way and TGB punches the wall.
Bianca: Baby calm down. You can do this, you’re the future of wrestling. You’re perfect!
TGB: I know who I am! But I didn’t get to scout him or anything. He is prepared and I’m not! Go and find him, do what you do, get him off his game.
Bianca smirks and kisses him.
Bianca: Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of it.
With that she walks down the hall to Cassidy’s locker room and walks in.
JC: What do you want?
Bianca: Hey! I just wanted to wish you luck tonight against TGB.
JC: Thanks, I guess… now can you leave so I can finish getting ready?
Bianca walks up to him and rubs his arm. She takes her other hand and rubs his chest.
Bianca: Wow, you’re solid. I see why you’re the enforcer! You know, there is nothing I love more than a rock hard.....body.
Cassidy smirks and looks towards her.
JC: Well I don’t really notice it because it’s all natural. You’re not in bad shape your self.
Bianca: Well I used to be a personal trainer! I’m a pro at getting people warmed up for their matches. I would love to get you hot...I mean warmed up.
JC: You have special exercises? Any good techniques?
Bianca: Oh, I have UNBELIEVABLE technique.
With that she rubs up against his body and kisses his chest. She then kisses him further and further down until she is off camera. The camera fades as Cassidy tilts his head back and grunts.....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:51:58 GMT -5
Segment: A Million Girls Would Kill to be You Right Now (Credit: Adrian F)
The camera opens up on the closed locker room door of Adrian Flamingo. Even if the nameplate hadn’t been sturdily fastened to the door, any jackass with half a brain could visibly tell it was his locker room. There was something about the feathered boas that hung from the door frame… Anyway, the camera sat with a view of the door, when a familiar voice was heard coming from inside.
“Oh, baby! Yeah! Use those fingers! Oh my god, it’s never felt this good before!”
The cameraman immediately opened the door to see what in the world was making the noise… and to see if it was juicy enough to put on live TV. They, however, were disappointed. The camera caught Adrian Flamingo with a hot, young girl. Instead of seeing something racy, though, Adrian was merely getting a haircut from the young girl. The girl, who was dressed in a short khaki shirt and a hot pink Adrian Flamingo baby-doll style shirt, stood behind Adrian with scissors and comb in hand. Dressed in his full ring attire, Adrian sat down in a folding steel chair with a towel around his neck and a smile on his face - a scene that was certainly different than his last promo just a few days earlier.
“Ah! ACW cameramen! How’ve you guys been!? No wait, better yet, lemme tell you guys how I’ve been. See, I’ve been down in the dumps lately. A lot of shit hasn’t been going my way and I can’t control that. Due to that, I wasn’t really myself the other day and I want to apologize. See, because I was so upset that I didn’t get a match at the PPV… or my title shot earlier… or a chance to show what Jones and I can do in a tag match… I got a bit reckless. I didn’t go to the gym… I had canceled my session at the tanning salon… and I broke my strict diet. Oh yes, ACW fans, Adrian Flamingo went to fucking Burger King of all places! So yeah, the lack of Hindu squats, healthy food, and a respectable skin tone really didn’t put me in the right frame of mine to address my adoring public… let alone wrestle for a title belt.”
“How’s that, Mister Flamingo?”
Adrian took the mirror that the young girl handed him and took a discriminating view at the woman’s handiwork. With a smile on his face, he handed the mirror back up to the girl and with a smile on his face said…
“Lookin’ good, babe. You keep cutting’ that hair and make me look more beautiful than I even thought possible! Anyway, as I was saying, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’m sitting back here before my big match against Brimstone getting a haircut of all things! I’m sure you’re all wondering, “Big Poppa Flamingo, why aren’t you warming up? Why aren’t you reviewing your tapes or saying your prayers?” And I say, cause, baby, I don’t gotta… cause I don’t need to! See, I realized where I’ve been going wrong! I’ve been too busy thinking about others to think about myself! Out of the bottom of my heart, I took Mister Jones in from that savage-land called Britain and re-introduced him to the wrestling world after TNA tried to bury him and his career. I’ve been so busy doing my best to make Jonesy feel welcomed and loved here, that I’ve neglected myself and my own wants and needs. So, today, I told Jones to go out and do whatever his big, British heart wanted to and to meet me before my match. So, while he’s out watching soccer or cricket or whatever it is those limey Brits do with their free-time, I decided to treat myself to the best! Facials, pedicures, manicures, full-body wax… the whole nine yards, baby! I had to cleanse the foul-mood and anger out of me and replace it with a little pride… a little arrogance… and a whole lotta good vibrations. Let me ask you, ladies and gentlemen, can you become a champion and not feel like a champ? The answer is “yes”, but not a GOOD champion! Woah woah woah woah! Perfect!”
The girl immediately lifted the scissors far from Adrian’s head and walked around Adrian to leave. As she moved by him, Adrian snuck he hand out and gave her an appreciative pinch on the posterior. The girl hoped up and shrieked in surprise as Adrian looked up at her with a big grin on his face.
“Don’t go too far away, doll. I have a different kind of warm-up in mind before my match… if you catch my meaning.”
The girl continued on her way with an exaggerated eye roll and giggle as Adrian refocused his concentration on the camera.
“So yes, I feel like a million bucks and I got Jones watchin’ my back… where can I go wrong?! Sure, Brimstone is a hell of a competitor and more than a little ruthless, but I feel fan-fucking-tastic and I’ve got my eye on the prize! That prize? Another shot at Jason Freeman’s Entertainment title! Freeman, you may’ve one-upped me last week, but that’s not a mistake I plan on making again! Tonight, I gotta make it through Brimstone, but let’s be honest, if he’s not whipping up on a nameless nobody, he’s getting his ass handed to him by the top dogs! Plus, how hard is it to beat a guy named Brimstone? He sounds like a backyard retarded who wears a costume his momma made him! Or, better yet, a loser who read too many comic books and decided to make something of himself instead of sitting in front of a computer and stuffing his face with cheese balls. So, Brimstone, due to that overwhelming evidence… you’ll now be known as Blake Worthington Esquire. Hell, I’d rather call you something that sounds like maybe you’ve got an ounce of class rather than something as generic and stupid as “Brimstone.” So, Blake Worthington Esquire… when a cute little masseuse needs her thirty minutes of fame by a certain charismatic show stealer… who ya gonna call, baby? That’s right, ACW’s Favorite Son and the Most Anticipated Wrestler to watch in 2007... “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo!”
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:52:35 GMT -5
Match 1: The Golden Boy vs Jeff Cassidy (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::MELTDOWN::.. JEFF CASSIDY VS. THE GOLDEN BOY ..::MELTDOWN::..
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by Skittles! Fruity, Fruity, FRUITY – DELCIOUS!*-
"The Enforcer" Jeff Cassidy Age: 38 Height: 6'7" Weight: 332 lbs. Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee
The Golden Boy Age: 20 Height: 6'7 Weight: 300 lbs. Hometown: Florida ["Beautiful Day" by U2 hits the sound system and out comes the lovely Bianca!. She motions towards the entranceway and out comes the GOLDEN BOY! Tonight he is sporting his trademark black and purple robe and looks in grade A shape. He saunters down the ramp in uses the ring steps to enter the ring. Bianca then seductively removes his robe as TGB poses for the cameras. Flash pops fill the stadium as "How Do You Like Me Now?!" by Toby Keith hits the PA. Out comes the Enforcer to the ring. Cassidy wastes no time stomping his way down to the ring and sliding underneath the bottom rope to enter. He stands up and heads directly towards TGB causing the ref to make a quick separation of both men. The ref calls for the bell to ensure a clean start.] ~!~DING~!~MATCH HIGHLIGH: Cassidy and TGB lock up! Both men grapple back to the ropes and the ref gets them to break cleanly…. OR NOT! TGB nails Cassidy with a big slap across the face and this enrages The Enforcer! The Enforcer leaps at TGB grabbing him around the neck and throwing him to the mat like a rag doll! What strength by the Enforcer! TGB is not a little man by any means! The Enforcer comes running in as TGB pulls himself up off the mat and goes for a Memphis Slam! He has it hooked on tight but then TGB reverses it midair and sends Cassidy’s head into the mat with a DDT! The Enforcer is totally stunned and rolls out of the ring to shake the cobwebs off. MATCH HIGHLIGHT: The Enforcer nails TGB with the full impact and things do not look well for TGB’s undefeated streak! TGB collides back first on the mat and the Enforcer leaps up to the top rope looking for the Enforcers Elbow! Will he nail it? YES! TGB is rocked and the Enforcer leaps down to make the cover! Suddenly from the outside, Bianca climbs up onto the ring apron and distracts the ref! The ref rises to his feet and orders the lovely lady down from the ring. Meanwhile Cassidy is upset at these events and also rises to get the ref’s attention back. BUT from behind, TGB chops the side of Cassidy’s leg causing him to fall onto the mat where he thrives in pain. In a matter of moments, TGB retakes control of this match. MATCH FINISH: Here comes the Enforcer in with a big time charge! TGB drops out of the way and grabs the tights of the Enforcer as he passes to slingshot him in between the turnbuckles! Cassidy’s head collides with the solid steel post and its lights out! The Enforcer’s mistake becomes The Golden Boys huge gain. Stunned, the Enforcer falls back out of the corner right into the welcoming arms of TGB! He hooks him from behind with a Full Nelson and modifies it into a slam, a slam known as the Golden Glow! Cassidy’s eyes roll back into his head as TGB covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: THE GOLDEN BOY!“Beautiful Day” hits the PA yet again and Bianca climbs back into the ring to return to the arm of her man, TGB! The Golden Boy looks down at the lifeless Cassidy and smiles at another job well done before removing himself from the ringside area. TGB has dropped another and REMAINS undefeated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:52:59 GMT -5
Segment: Someone to count on (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens, once again we see a shot of BK London walking in the arena but this time he is accompanied by a very special person who we haven't seen in a long time, his wife Kiley Johnson who has put on a few pounds being five months pregnant. The pair walk in the arena, holding hands, but BK is sporting a huge bandage over his forehead from the attack last week. One thing that is also reminiscent from last week is his eyes, in his eyes you can feel his fury, he was screwed last week and now he has one thing in his mind. Revenge.
Kiley stops and pulls his arm, and BK turns and looks at her.
BK: What?! Come on, I don't have time to wait.
Kiley responds with a look in her face and a tone in her voice of someone that is concerned, and she should very well be so.
Kiley: Baby, are you sure you want to do this tonight? Can't this wait until Warfare when you're closer to 100%?
BK: This can't wait at all, in a matter of one week he has managed to hurt both Jake and myself, luckily for me I am still able to walk after the beating he gave me last week.
Kiley: I know that, but I just don't want anything bad to happen to you, I -
BK: You don't think I can beat him do you?
Kiley: I'm not sayi -
BK interrupts her once again.
BK: So what are you saying? You're saying he's going to injure me just like he did Jake?
Kiley: I mean it's possible.
BK: Possible? Let me remind you of who I am, I am the most accomplished wrestler in ACW history. I have defeated every possible threat that has stepped up to my face, people twice the size of Vlad and people half the size of Vlad. I've seen assholes walk through ACW like they're the shit, talking all this mess, looking to target me as a way to get over in this company. Well you know what? Well you know what? I was tired of being the step to people's success in ACW, and I vowed to defeat every person that has come in my way. And as far as I am concerned, I have held up my promise to myself, I know it, you know it, and everyone in this arean knows it..so the least you could give me is a little...just a little support going into my match.
Kiley: You know what, you're right.
He's right?
Kiley: Absolutely right. It's about time ACW started fearing you.
BK: Well uhh, I wouldn't say fear me. They should at least be slightly intimidated.
Kiley: Whatever. The point is, tonight you are going to kill Vladimir, and that's a fact. But what's next after you do that..
BK: Oh, I have a little score to settle with a champion. Let's go.
BK and Kiley walk out of the camera's shot.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:53:46 GMT -5
Segment: Fans Never Die (Credit: Latino)
As the show returns from commercial, the scene fades into the backstage hallways of the ACW arena. As usual it's littered with people that range from the Staff and wrestlers as they prepare for the various challenges of that the rest of the show will present them. The camera now begins to pan to the left and then settles on the familiar locker room door of Alicia and Latino. For a few seconds, that is all in view until a hand appears and immediately starts knocking on the door.
The hand pauses after three knocks and then waits half a micro-second until it starts to knock once again. The door finally opens up with a full swing and Latino stands at the doorway. His eyes bulge out at the person in front of him and the camera quickly zooms back to reveal his beloved Number One Fan as the culprit to the knocking. Before Latino can say a word though his Fan is already opening his mouth.
The Fan: Oh my God, it's you again! Remember me? We talked and talked and talked for hours last Monday and I decided that I could come back and we can talk some more.
The Fan takes a step back and presents his shirt to his idol. Latino looks at it and can't help but let out a smirk as he recognizes it to be one of his old "Latino Night Heat" shirts from his old GFWWE days.
The Fan: See the shirt!? I spent three hours on eBay in a bidding war with some guy in New Zealand. He almost won it but then I outbid him at the last second and it costs me 300 hundred dollars! You should've seen me. I was "Oh no he didn't it!" and then I was imagining that he was like "Oh yea I did!" and then I went "Go to hell this shirt is mine!" and he was like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Then I did a celebrating shoulder shimmy.
The camera shoots back to Latino as he looks back at his fan with his hand over his face. It drapes down slowly as it's clear that Latino is not in the mood for this. He grabs the fan by the shirt and nearly throws him back into the hallway but the Fan takes the advance in a different light.
The Fan: You want to hug me! Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! Hold on, let me get ready for this.
Latino now has no clue what the hell is going on but his Fan moves back and starts patting down his shirt. He cracks his neck and does a small shoulder shimmy to loosen himself up. He then looks at Latino as he smiles broadly and opens his arms wide showing that he is more than ready for a big hug. Latino takes one look and then takes a step back as he slams the door shut. The Fan looks surprised and a bit disappointed as the scene slowly fades to black.
The Fan: Hey! Open the door you forgot me! I got a DVD of me accurately recreating all of your entrances in my home garage!!!
* fade to black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:54:52 GMT -5
Segment: Far Cry (Credit: Hunter)
I think I've finally got it. Ignore for a second, if you will, that it's completely contradictory to my other feelings, and you'll see some logic in it: we exist to humor God. That's our only purpose in life, and that's life's overall meaning: to be a sitcom to the omnipresent form of God. Think about it this way...if God created man in His image and wanted to make man as...amazing, or whatever, as possible, then why didn't He make us perfect? Why do so many unintelligent wastes of human flesh roam this earth fucking it up for the rest of us? Why is there so much conflict, why are there so many wars, and why are so many people doing so many stupid fucking things every day? Because God finds it funny, it's as simple as that. Apparently Heaven doesn't get HBO, so He made us His own living sitcom, and every so often He intervenes to "spice it up" a bit. You know...like when the sitcoms add the pointless big-breasted women to keep people watching. So He keeps himself amused by throwing in situations for people, and then He watches them try to find their way out of their hopeless situation. That's what I believe...but as I mentioned earlier, it's a contradiction.
Because I don't believe in God.
See the irony? It's kept a raging debate going on in my head at all times. Because on one hand, I truly believe that God is just a little kid in a candy store. But the things I've seen, the things I've done...I just don't even know if he exists. But, you know, whatever; I'm waiting to speak to James at the moment, and debating my existence with myself isn't exactly the best pre-meeting exercise. I should save these things for other times, like when some situation arises that could sort of tie into one of those differing theories. The door opens to my left and I instantly rise, straightening my tie and extending my hand forward. Petey, James' ever cocky assistant, greets me with a smug expression.
Petey: You've been over this before, man. I take you to James, he doesn't come out here for you.
I look down at my hand, and clear my throat with a chuckle.
James doesn't let his bitch shake anyone's hand now?
Petey's smug expression becomes rather furious, and he grabs my hand firmly, shaking it briefly before opening the door wide. I walk into the room, and Petey walks in behind me, slamming the door tightly behind him.
James: Ah! Come here, come here!
Before I take a step over to the joyful James, I can hear Petey mutter the words "some day" in my ear. I simply shake them off and walk towards James, hand extended. He looks at it and scoffs, and then extends his arms and hugs me.
James: We've grown past that, m'boy. We're all friends here!
All?
James looks over at Petey, who stares up at the ceiling blankly. He chuckles quietly and pats me on the shoulder.
James: Be nice to Petey. He's got a bright future.
As a bell hop, perhaps.
James chuckles again, and then motions for me to sit. I sit in the chair before his desk, and he sits behind it.
So what do you need?
James: Ah, right to business. I've always liked that about you, kid.
He folds his hands quickly, and then wets his lips slightly. He's struggling...holy fuck, he's going to kill me, isn't he?
James: No.
There is a pause.
H...How---
James: You're easier to read than Dr. Seuss, my friend.
I try to recover quickly.
But I'm more charming.
James' pleasant chuckle tells me that I have succeeded in saving my ass. Note to self: stop having "easy to read" facial expressions.
James: Well, anyways, as you've likely guessed by now, I've got a new assignment for you.
So early?
James: Yes. Is that a problem?
Not at all, I'm just surprised. Usually after such large jobs you wait a bit before doing another one, much less doing one with the same guy who did the previous one.
James: I know, I know. But this one is child's play. It shouldn't be that difficult for you...well, I hope.
Hope?
He leans back in his chair and crosses his legs, sighing a bit.
James: You've been working for me for quite a long time, wouldn't you say so?
Well not THAT long, but yeah.
James: I'd agree. You've definitely proven to me that you're one of the better and more capable people that work for me. But to solidify your position as one of my prime men, I'd like to test your loyalty, your strength, and your commitment to finishing a job.
I swear to God, if I have to do some weird initiation ritual with skulls and blood and shit, I'm moving to Canada.
What would you have me do?
James: As I said, it's a simple job. One man, and he's commonly by himself in the middle of nowhere. The job itself isn't hard...what comes with it is the difficult part, unless, of course, you're very strong mentally.
I swallow hard, and then look down at the folder that he slides across the desk to me. I know whose picture is in there without even having to look.
James: It's gotten out of hand. And if you want this as much as you say you do, then you won't have any problems with this job.
For a brief moment, I get that feeling of doubt, and I make the foolish decision to open the folder. And there's Billy the Bull, staring at me with a toothish grin.
James: You're uncomfortable.
I'm so working on hiding my facial features tonight.
We had a bit of an...argument a few days ago.
James: You've spoken to him? Well then surely he mentioned what has led him down this path.
Somewhat.
James: I'm sorry, man, but it has to be done. I know you can usually deny a job if you know the person, just to make it easier, but this time I unfortunately am not giving you a choice.
It's...I...
James: I know it's difficult for you. But if it makes you feel any better, I had to kill my own father, too. And I never regretted any moment of it.
Those words do not comfort me in the slightest. And...wait...father? He can tell by my bewildered expression that this is the question I'm pondering.
James: He never told you?
...told me what?
Asking a question won't keep the obvious from being a reality.
James: Billy's your real father. He never really did explain to any of us why he didn't want you to know as a kid. We think it was your mother who made sure of that.
I sit there in stunned silence. You remember how I said that I should bring up the God is a humored child/God doesn't exist argument in a situation where I begin to ponder both questions? Well there you have it. I look down at Billy's picture again with immense discomfort...
James: Will you do it?
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He wishes he knew. Why must sleep end so suddenly, especially when there is nothing to wake him up in the first place. He is greeted with darkness and silence, clearly neither of which could have attributed to the reason why he is awake. He rubs his eyes as always, and then looks across the room at the electronic clock. Comprehending the fact that it is time for his match, he gets up and grabs his cloak, throwing it on quietly before grabbing the door knob and silently exiting the room.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:56:58 GMT -5
Match 2: Brimstone vs Adrian Flamingo w/Mr. Jones (Credit: Nick D)
Both of these men enter this match with an unprecedented level of intensity, Flamingo wanting to release some pent-up frustration following his failed effort to capture the coveted Entertainment Championship and Brimstone wanting to prove he is still capable of defeating a member of the full-time roster. As expected, both men come out swinging fast and furious, but Brimstone’s newfound penchant for absorbing insane amounts of punishment allow him to take the upper hand. He pounds on Flamingo for a while, but following a very early two count after a German suplex, Flamingo decides it’s time to regroup and rolls to the outside of the ring. Jones attempts to calm a gasping and wheezing Flamingo; however, he can hardly complete a full sentence before Brimstone comes flying out of the ring to crash down on top of both men with a plancha! Brimstone rolls Flamingo back into the ring, but only manages to get another two.
Brimstone, now fueled by more recent frustration continues to throw Flamingo around. Flamingo did manage to counter a front facelock into an inverse atomic drop, but as he goes for the follow-up scoop slam, Brimstone wriggles out of his grasp to land on his feet and decks Flamingo with a leg lariat. After doling out some more punishment, Brimstone slows the pace of the action down by applying a camel clutch. Flamingo is helpless as Brimstone applies the pressure to his back, giving him no hope of escape by rope break. Jones finally decides that he’s seen enough to hops onto the apron. Naturally, referee Joey Reynolds runs over to try and stop Jones from interfering, but as soon as Reynolds’ back is turned, Flamingo thrusts his thumb up straight into Brimstone’s eye. Flamingo finally manages to take the upper hand by stunning Brimstone with a few bionic elbows and planting him with a delayed vertical suplex for a pretty close two. Flamingo continues his assault with an impressive array of old-school maneuvers including a springboard armdrag and the ever infamous “wild punching in the corner.” But as he makes an attempt for his patented Ghostbuster, Brimstone blocks and instead takes him up into vertical suplex position before dropping him down, spinning him around, and taking him over in a tiger suplex! Reynolds makes a ridiculously close two count, and Brimstone is yet again noticeably seethed.
Brimstone then drags Flamingo to the corner and seats him onto the top rope. As he sets up fr a superplex, Flamingo finds his second wind and shoves Brimstone off. Flamingo sees this as a chance to quickly end the match and soars off the top rope with a 1978 Flamingo Special, but Brimstone rolls out of the way! As Flamingo drags himself to his feet, he’s helpless as Brimstone plants him in a Black Death for the sure 1, 2, 3.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:57:31 GMT -5
Segment: My Reply (Credit: Wyvern)
Wyvern is backstage with Kevin, for yet another of what appears to be a routine interview.
Kevin: Wyvern, congratulations on your victory on Monday. You've been surging pretty strong as of late, and a victory over the world champion Chance Emmerson has definitely put you back on the map. Your thoughts?
Wyvern: Kevin, it's great to know I'm fully back in form, and within less than a month at that. I've been working as hard as I have ever worked before, and it's paying off. My match with Chance wasn't going too well for most of it, but I noticed I had caught on to some of the tactics Chance had used in our prior encounter that I managed to work around to secure a victory.
Kevin: Indeed. Wyvern, as you well know, both Rattlesnake and Umeko both contributed to the match. What do you feel about this?
Wyvern: Truthfully, I'd prefer it to not happen, but sometimes you can't control everything. Rattlesnake let his aggression out on Chance, but I couldn't stand to capitalize on that. As for Umeko, she got away with some things, but in the end, Rattlesnake was there to equalize the competition.
Kevin: Tonight you square off against Chance and Umeko in a tag-team match with Rattlesnake. Any ideas for how to approach the match?
Wyvern: I'm going to go in the same way I did Monday, with minor tweaking. I've consulted with Rattlesnake on our strategies, and I'm feeling good about our match tonight. The Senatorial Stable works best as a group, and you'll see us as a fine-tuned machine tonight.
Kevin: Very well. Last week, someone other than Chance mentioned you, and that was Brimstone. Calling for another encounter, what do you feel about his comments?
Wyvern: Brimstone can have his rematch whenever he pleases. I agree we had a terrific match, but I don't understand his fixation on me. Brimstone, do me a favor and come up with some valid reasons for wanting this rematch, because what you said on Monday was damn well borderline creepy. I'll be in the arena on Monday, I hope to hear a reply.
Kevin: Any closing comments?
Wyvern: Not really, Kevin. I'm sure people are getting a little worn down by my aggressive campaigning to return to form, but I must say it's all been worth it. I feel like my career is right back where it left off at this same time in 2005, and I'm picking up steam. Brimstone, I'll deal with you later, but for now, my focus is on Chance and Umeko. You two had better be bringing your best, because the Senatorial Stable will be bringing nothing less. And that, my friends, is nothing but the truth! EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:58:06 GMT -5
Segment: Starting small (Credit: AK / Nick)
Though the show is still building up the pace and tension, the ACW fans don’t take long to get into the spirit of things, and various calls and chants are bouncing around the arena as the crew make their checks between matches. Out in the back, the feed from the ringside cameras is available to the tvs and screens dotted about, and one person is paying more attention than she normally would…
Alicia Laureano has several things running through her head, not least of them her encounter with her ardent admirer Rayne three days previously. Part of her is flattered and secretly relieved that she at least retains some support, but she’s always considered the “fame” aspects of her career to be part blessing and part curse… and she’s not entirely sure which category Rayne falls into.
She scans the pictures on her tv, but isn’t able to spot the woman she’s looking for; not surprising given that she’s usually dressed to be inconspicuous. Of course, there’s another possibility-
The sound of knocking on her dressing room door makes Alicia jump a little. She hesitates for a fraction of a second, but then gets up and walks over toward the sound; Rayne must have seen she doesn’t have a match tonight, and slipped backstage early to see her again as she promised. Summoning her best smile, Alicia opens up the door to greet her visitor…
Nick: Er….. Hi.
Alicia looks extremely surprised for a second or so, before regaining her composure; Nick scratches behind his neck, looking a bit uncomfortable himself.
Nick: So….um…yeah. I wanted to say thanks, for Monday and all. I wasn’t feeling too hot, you probably know how it is.
He finds it hard to make eye contact and Alicia senses that he’s a little embarrassed. Strangely enough, she finds this endearing, and the slightly fake smile she had previously adopted is replaced by a real one.
Alicia: Yes, I can relate to that. I appreciate the thanks, but I’m just glad to see you’re back on your feet.
Alicia expects Nick to acknowledge this casually and close the conversation, but instead he shifts his feet slightly and makes an effort to look at her directly. He is biting his lip just a touch; he doesn’t have any time left to mess around.
Nick: Uh, cool… listen, I sort of need… I mean, I’d be honoured if… ah, screw it- Will you partner me in a tag match tonight?
That certainly wasn’t what Alicia was expecting to hear. She furrows her brow, wondering if she misheard.
Alicia: Sorry, did you say a tag match this evening?
Nick: Yeah, in about 15 minutes, actually. So….
Alicia looks at the clock to her left and behind in the room and breathes in sharply as she sees what the time is. Internally, Nick is on the verge of panicking, but he holds it together.
Nick: I know it’s really asking something… but this is my chance, possibly my only chance to fulfil a promise I made to a friend. It’d mean a whole lot to me… so please, will you help me just this one time?
Conflicting emotions jostle for space in Alicia’s head. Her first reaction is to sigh; it seems the entire fed’s caught up in vicious and futile battles, and it’s something she’s long since realised she shouldn’t meddle in. Sticking her nose in to any of these personal vendettas would certainly be dangerous, and she’d probably only make things worse.
But as she looks at Nick, a different image emerges, one from far back in time. An image of a young, angry man just like him, a man whose life was almost shattered beyond repair when a foolhardy tag contest went horrifically wrong, and his partner almost paid with her life…
And suddenly Alicia can see the connection. She can’t fight Durden’s battle for him… but maybe, just maybe, she can help him through it in a way that will leave him stronger. A proper fusion of past, present and future…and besides, it’s only a single match…
Alicia: …….All right, Nick, just this once. I’ll throw on something approaching ring gear, and then we’ll go and see what these so-called Rioters are made of.
She closes the door without another word, for time is of the essence. Nick is left standing there for a moment or two, but then he smiles, firstly with relief… and then much, much more darkly as he thinks about all the things he’s going to do to Reckless and Ruthless. If revenge is a dish best served cold, Nick Durden’s heart is already 20 below… and falling.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 16:58:49 GMT -5
Match 3: Nick Durden and Mystery Partner vs The Rioters
If anyone was expecting this to be a restrained affair… they clearly weren’t an ACW regular, and true to form the crowd was operating at a high voltage as soon as the Rioters made their appearance to a flood of boos. Reckless, shadowed by the bulk of Ruthless, came to the ring with a vicious smirk and intent to injure… an attitude which was only amplified by the entrance of Nick Durden. The fans barely got to hear any of his theme as he stormed the ring, and Alicia wisely followed at a steadier pace, the boos coming from most (but not all) of the crowd getting lost in the wider range of yelling that accompanied Nick springboarding into the ring and taking both the Rioters down in one go to start the match.
The first minute or two was close to an uncontrolled brawl; the Rioters were quick to double-team Nick and their ferocious assault did some damage before Alicia was able to get in on the action and divert Reckless with a crunching kick to the ribs, leading her to unceremoniously chuck him to the outside. This timely reduction in numbers prevented the referee from calling a halt and something resembling a proper match commenced; Ruthless produced a potent mix of power and speed to force Nick on to the defensive and uses the Pure Power (overhand huge punch to falling chokeslam) to pick up a 2 count. Actually getting the pin is not at the forefront of either man’s mind, however, and Ruthless stays low to the ground after the pin, delivering fast closed hand punches. The referee warns him off, and a smirking Ruthless delivers a bit more pain before making a timely tag.
Reckless has a real nasty vibe about him as he gets into the match; he runs circles around Nick… for about 10 seconds, until Mr. Enigmatic Charisma gathers his energy and launches a sudden fightback, completely turning the match around. A sequence of big moves, topped by the Tumbling Lightning (Rolling Thunder). Reckless is open for a pin, but Durden wants to continue the beating; he stomps away a bit before apparently remembering he’s in a tag match, and tagging out to Alicia. She hits the ring running and performs a front flip leg drop before making the pin Durden declined; Reckless kicks out at the 2 count, and is fast enough to tag in Ruthless. Ruthless looks as if he’s going to enjoy pushing his far smaller opponent around, but Alicia dispels any such notion by sidestepping his grab attempt and then launching into a jumping knee-to-chin that makes Ruthless’ legs go to jelly. He impressively resists the urge to keel over, however, and pushes Alicia back to make room for the Steam Boat (running Spear). This almost gets him a 3, but Alicia recovers in the nick of time and gives him one heck of a look….
The final minute or so of the match is a confused affair – largely because Reckless slips from his corner and blindsides Durden, triggering an unholy scrap on the outside. As the two men brutally try to take one another apart, Ruthless is too drawn to the idea of claiming a big scalp to join in, and he and Alicia trade a series of move and counter-move that has the fans pretty impressed. The end comes when Ruthless goes for the End of Story (Falling Spinning Powerbomb) – he pauses just a little too long and Alicia slips free, drops behind him and busts the big man cleanly with the EMP as he turns around.
The 3 is counted, but even as it is awarded, Reckless succeeds in delivering the “Speed Kills” (Wild spear) against the safety barrier. Ruthless exits the ring sharply, and a furious Durden scrambles up to see the Rioters slipping through his fingers again. Realising the match is over, Durden is seething, and gives chase to the Rioters with Alicia sighing and going after him – even though the match is over, she doesn’t want him repeating the mistakes of last Thursday…
Fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 17:00:26 GMT -5
Segment: A checkpoint, not the finish line (Credit: Nick / AK)
A wave of frustrated anger precedes Nick Durden as he storms down the corridor. He kicks in doors furiously, searching in vain for the Rioters, and angry shouts and a scream or two guide Alicia to intercept him close to one of the emergency exits. She has no choice but to physically block his path and solidify her stance to be able to stop him, which results in the two of them facing off in the corridor.
Nick: Don’t get in my way, Alicia, this isn’t about you!
Alicia: Nick, for lord’s sake, calm down for a second-
Nick: No, NO, I don’t have time for this! If I have to go through you to get at them, then-
Such is the shortness of Nick’s fuse, he hasn’t registered Alicia’s own mounting frustration. She stamps her foot as she moves aside and gestures forward down the corridor.
Alicia: FINE! If you want to get yourself ripped to shreds by two men who have mentally got you completely under their grubby thumbs, then be my guest. As far as I can see, every single thing you’ve done has played into their hands, and if you can’t bring yourself to see that and use the brain which I know you have, then you’ll never stand a chance in hell of engaging them decisively.
She breathes hard, and allows her own anger to fade away. Nick hasn’t moved, but his fists are clenched and adrenaline is still coursing through his system.
Nick: I…I know you mean well, Alicia, but I don’t expect you to understand what I’m going through. What they did to Mick… It’s… my fault.
He shakes a little, confronting the real root of his anger at last.
Nick: He wasn’t ready for that match, but he went into it because I needed him and because he believed I would look after him. And what happens? He ends up in the hospital, and who knows if he’ll ever walk, let alone wrestle again…
There is a hairline fracture in his voice.
Nick: I thought I knew what I was doing… but I didn’t, and I still don’t. The only thing I’m sure of is that if I let Reckless and Ruthless beat me, they’ll go on and hurt someone else. I have to stop that, I HAVE to… but I’m afraid of what I might become in order to achieve my goal. There’s a side of me that no one sees… and it’s dark, and deep, and cold.
Nick shivers at his last word. His shoulders have dropped, but now he raises them again, and looks into Alicia’s eyes.
Nick: Alicia… I have no right to request this of you, but I need someone to help me find a way through this nightmare. You’re the only person who’s given a damn about me, and I know you could teach me a lot…
Alicia looks stunned. She looks away, and collects her thoughts for a moment before looking back.
Alicia: Nick, you need to understand something about me. Right now, I’m about as lost as you are… I’m a person searching for her identity, and I’ve made a lot of mistakes and done a lot of things that I regret. I’m hardly qualified to be a role model of any kind…
The admission hurts, but each time she faces her shortcomings, the pain becomes a little less biting, and it gives her just a ray of hope. She gives Nick a humble sort of smile.
Alicia: …so here’s the deal. I’ll try to help you as best I can, but you have to try and help me too. There will be disagreements, arguments, maybe even a few blows, but just maybe there’s a chance that we can learn from one another. I offer you my own failings, along with the things I’ve achieved… if you are willing to do the same, then perhaps we can find a way to tackle our problems together…
There is quite a long pause as they both consider what has been said. Finally, Nick holds out his hand, and slowly Alicia takes it. Nick looks at her and smiles, and there’s just a hint of his previous positivity buried in there.
Nick: I know we can do this, Alicia. I’ve got some things I should do, but I’ll see you soon… and thankyou. I sincerely mean that.
He grins at the very end of the sentence before heading off down the corridor, back the way he came. Alicia wonders for a moment at what just took place… it looks like despite all her caution she’s ended up well and truly sticking her beak into someone else’s affairs…
…and somehow, it feels absolutely right.
Feeling strangely energised, Alicia walks away quickly; she has a hunch that someone else is waiting to see her, and she shouldn’t keep them waiting…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 8, 2007 17:02:15 GMT -5
Segment: "Ignored Now?" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The scene opens to Rattlesnake grinning in the back. On Meltdown, Chance and Umeko had completely ignored him. His request for a title shot fell upon deaf ears. The arrogance of Chance pissed off Rattlesnake. Granted the fans liked what they saw, Rattlesnake knew that even he didn't deserve that kind of disrespect.
No one had ever shown that kind of disrespect towards Rattlesnake. Whenever he talked, others listened, no matter how egotistical they were. And that was because Rattlesnake could always get in their head and rattle their cage. He knew exactly what to do to rile them up.
Except that time. Rattlesnake had been thrown for a loop. He had never been treated like that before. So when Warfare came around, he knew exactly what he had to do...and he did just that. He made sure Wyvern picked up the win over Chance and decided to offer some friendly advice to Umeko at the same time.
Rattlesnake: Hey Chance, I want you to tell me something. Are you going to listen to me now or are you going to continue to ignore me? For someone that hasn't defeated me, you sure do have an aura of elitism around you. So what makes you think you're better than me? The fact that you're the ACW World Champion? The fact that you have some Mail-Order Bride dragging you around by your "little friend?"
Rattlesnake can hear an "oooh" emerge from the crowd at that comment. Whether or not Chance caught on to what it was implying was another thing.
Rattlesnake: I told you that you haven't defeated me and that I ought to have a title shot. And what did you do? You listened to your little whore and walked away like a coward. Now answer something for me. Why did you do it? Am I not worthy enough to stand in the same ring as you? Am I not worthy enough to compete for the ACW World Championship? No, neither of those are the reason.
Rattlesnake's face lights up as if he figured it out. The one possible answer that seems to be a common trend with Chance and Umeko. It was like finding the missing link.
He displays his trademark smirk and laughs. It was so easy for him to determine the answer.
Rattlesnake: Oh I know why you did it Chance. It's all so simple and it makes perfect sense. Umeko always talks and you stay silent. Umeko always tells you what to do. Umeko holds your title and you do nothing about it. Umeko seems to wear the pants in your little relationship. That being said, I guess that just makes you the bitch Chance. Sorry to break the news to you Chance, but that's what it looks like to me.
Rattlesnake's smirk just gets wider and wider. This is what he enjoyed. Pointing out stuff like this and saying whatever he wanted. Screw everyone that gets censored or wants to censor him...if there was anyone.
But wait...wasn't that going a little too far? Wouldn't this cause Chance to get all offended and whatnot? Wouldn't this enrage the World Champion into go on some kind of murderous killing spree and leave no survivors?
Nah...not likely. He doesn't have it in him for something like that. It's not his style...then again, his style is listening to someone else...no free thinking. What would happen if Umeko wasn't there? Chance would crumble like a soggy cookie that's been dunked in milk for far too long.
Rattlesnake: Now Chance, I know you're listening to this and questioning your manhood. Don't worr about it, I won't tell anyone about it. In fact, I'll just dub over this with some crap about you being the most successful World Champion and I won't even comment on the intelligence of a gnat. Your secret is safe with me man. No one is ever going to find out about this. And so how about tonight? We've got quite an interesting match-up. Think you can hold your own without letting the man in the relationship into the match Chance?
Rattlesnake scoffs. Why couldn't this just be a handicap match? He didn't need Wyvern with him really. With Wyvern in the match however, it's like a cakewalk...no challenge at all. That was really quite sad. But whatever. He didn't book the match and therefore he wouldn't be responsible for whatever happens to Chance and Umeko.
Rattlesnake: Well, whatever may happen, good luck to you chump...you're going to need it.
Rattlesnake walks off as the scene fades to black.
Fade Out.
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