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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 16:29:30 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 15th March 2007
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------
Jay Zero vs El Gran Luchadore
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Jack Jefferson vs. Adrian Flamingo
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Latino vs. Kudo Yasuda
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Brimstone vs. XS3
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Rattlesnake vs Alicia Laureano
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Six Man Tag Team Match Champions vs Champions Jason Freeman and Wyldcard vs Thunderkiss and Top Draw
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Evening all,
I'm afraid Meltdown is going to be a bit of a slog tonight. I've been trying to connect to the net with my broadband for an hour, and it's dead as a dodo - my sister's reporting the same problems so it looks like it may be an ISP issue. I've therefore had to fall back on my dial-up, which is very slow on our graphicv-heavy forums.
I have 20 PMs to deal with; I'll get things done as fast as I can, but it's going to be anywhere between 30 minutes and an hour before the show is ready to post. Major apologies, I hope this doesn't cause too many problems.
AK
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Update:
Finished at last, once again my most sincere apologies. It's not easy to copy and paste PMs into a script when your connection is wobblier than a jello mould on a bouncy castle...
ET TU, DIAL-UP?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:45:33 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Guilty or innocent? (Credit: Jason Freeman)
The show kicks off rapidly, and as soon as the usual pyro and pan combo have been dispensed with, the camera fades in to Ginger’s office, and reveals Jason Freeman and Gingerdude. Neither man looks very happy. In fact, both look furious. It seems that they’ve been having a relatively long discussion…and it seems to have been going on for a few minutes now. Freeman is obviously in hot water with the company after the events of the last Meltdown. In which after the show he was found in a motel with a bunch of drugs and steroids around him. Of course, Thunderkiss is having an intervention… but…for some reason, Freeman doesn’t seem very cheered up about this.
Freeman: Look! I swear, I didn’t do this! I was framed! The last thing I…
Ginger: Listen… do you KNOW how serious this is??!! This could be a HUGE scandal….a member of our company doing steroids…drugs…and found…and he’s one of our champions no less! Do you know what this is doing to our…
Freeman: Don’t you get this??!! I don’t even DO drugs…I don’t…I don’t do steroids! Obviously somebody…
Ginger: OBVIOUSLY, you screwed up…look, we’re…we’re going to have to take that title from you and…
Freeman: Take the TITLE from me??!! And give it to WHO…I ask…?
Ginger: Look…I don’t know…I mean…I guess we have no choice…I mean we’re going to have to give it to…I don’t know…maybe Thunderkiss or something…look he already declared himself the champion, and it seems that he may get his wish…because off the top of my head…he seems like a likely candidate and…
Freeman obviously stopped paying the slightest bit of attention after Ginger said the word Thunderkiss, in shock that this is even happening. Freeman, opens his mouth to speak, as Ginger continues on, and Freeman is just trying to think of any words he could say that could possibly help him defend himself in this situation, but he isn’t thinking of anything. His face is almost a comical mix of shock, confusion, anger, and the desire to just punch anything that moves…
Freeman: Look…Thunderkiss??!! Don’t you see??!! This is all part of his stupid plan! He wants to take ME out…because he wants the title to himself! He’s crazy! It’s EXACTLY the kind of thing he would do…and now you’re considering…FIRING me??!! And stripping me of this title?? You don't find this a little bit too convenient? The guy declares himself the champion...I don't give him a shot, and next thing you know I'm found with drugs, and at the risk of losing my job. Obviously, the guy that's next in line would be Thunderkiss....did you not see what he did to XS3? And to Chase?!! This guy is capable of anything!
Ginger: Well…look…it’s certainly…possible…but…we can’t just let you off like this. There is no proof at all. Listen…for now…I guess…you can wrestle…and you can keep that title….but…if…listen to me, Freeman…
Ginger seems to not really know what he’s going to do, and Freeman has gone silent, knowing that Ginger’s ruling on this is extremely important….
Ginger: If you are found guilty, just remember…you are gone. Gone. Fired, and you aren’t coming back...remember that...
Freeman has calmed down enough to know that there is absolutely nothing he can do in this situation…and saying the wrong thing could easily set Ginger against him…so he takes the only stance he can…to say absolutely nothing. He just opens his mouth as if to add something…but then slowly nods his head, and turns around…and walks slowly out of the room…Ginger looks after him, as if trying to read whether or not he’s telling the truth from his face…but Freeman keeps a blank expression on his face and leaves. As soon as exiting the room however, he gives a shout of anger and smashes his fists against the wall. It seems that Thunderkiss better watch himself in the main event of the match tonight….because Freeman is definitely not in a good mood.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:46:05 GMT -5
Segment: Whateva! I Do What I Want! (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
The cameras open up to a seedy bar somewhere along the strip of Redondo Beach, Callyforniuh, where a noisy British brute, a sleazy Jewish agent, and a flamboyant Californian all-star are in the process of getting schlammered, sloshed, hammered, tanked, and whatever other clever names there are for getting stupendously drunk. Adrian is kicking it all-star with a pink polo shirt, aviators, and large pink boas. Jones was in his own definition of business casual sporting a wife beater and red suspenders, and William Epstein was still sporting a schnazzy business suit and his red dress shirt with a loosened tie. The bartender serving them was a rather attractive broad with dreadlocks and tattoos, not exactly Adrian’s type of lay, but three more Flamingo-wisers and who knows?! Flamingo finally noticed the camera and looked up from the dame’s chesticles and gave a huge smile to his adoring public.
“Ladies and gentlemen! I’m sure you’re all wondering what Machismo International is doing here, in a bar in Redondo Beach, instead of backstage at the arena preparing for my match. Well, wrestling fans, I am backstage… in fact, today right now is Tuesday… so it’s just a few days ahead of Thursday. Thus is the magic of television! WoooooOOOooOOOOoooo! So, we decided to do our promo here and now because we‘ll probably be far too hung over to speak on Thursday!”
Adrian chuckled to himself as he patted Epstein on the back who almost spit out his Cosmopolitan. Jones, who was almost to the point of singing Irish drinking songs (which would make no sense at all seeing how he’s British, stood up and announced to his employer…
“Hol’ on, Pinky. I’m gunna play sum darts…”
Adrian started laughing pretty hard at this point and knocked over his own beer.
“Oh man! I love it when the big beautiful bastard plays darts! Usually it ends with a trip to the ER for some unlucky bum! Anyway, back to the point, we here at Machismo International are celebrating! Why? Because I got what I wanted! Nick Durden! You learned a pretty hefty lesson in life… that is NOBODY says “no” to Big Poppa Flamingo! So, now, me and you have a match at Genocide… and you’re going to like it. See, now I got this contract with your name on it… well, I don’t have it with me right now, persay, but you know what I’m getting at. Anyway, now that I have this contract with your name on it, I OWN YOU until Genocide! So, when Big Poppa Flamingo says “Jump Jump!”, you say “Kriss Kross will make ya!”
“Uh huh, uh huh!”
A slightly less uptight William Epstein chimmed in at that point. Rumor has it that if you get a couple of Cosmopolitans in Epstein, he’ll start singing karaoke. Thankfully Flamingo had a huge bar tab and plenty of hours to kill. Adrian threw his arm around Epstein’s shoulder and kissed the man on the cheek.
“You know what, though, I owe it all to this man! William Epstein… hot-shot agent to the stars! Epstein was pretty much the brains behind this whole operation and Jonesy and I decided to show him a night on the town as a show of appreciation. Willy, we gave you a hard time last week, but we love ya like the Jewish brother in law we never had… and if you think tonight was a good time, wait till ya see what we do after we beat the hell out of Durden at Genocide!”
William was half past tipsy at this point and laid his head on Adrian’s shoulder and closed his eyes.
“So, wrestling fans, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got a pretty impressive streak going on right now. Thunderkiss… Vortex… and now who do I got? Jack Jefferson… Jeff Jackson… Jim Niedhart? Whatever. Kid, I heard you were hot shit in Fallout, but I was never in Fallout… why? Because I didn’t need to be in Fallout. It’s safe to say that if I were in Fallout, I would’ve owned that little TV title you held for a bit down there. So, I know your type, kid, cause I’ve been there. You’re young, you’re hungry, and every opponent you face is another potential steppingstone to leapfrog into title contention. Thing is, boy, you’re up against the most anticipated star of 2007... The guy who’s fly… the man with the plan… the Astonishing One… Dressed to impressed… a brother like no other… Big Poppa Flamingo! I’m on fire baby… and nothing is going to put out that fire! Not you, not Durden, not nobody! The midcard has been put on ice and I’m like a flame melting it all way! So, when ya need someone to teach a kid a valuable lesson in the ways of Adrian Flamingo… who ya gonna call, baby? That’s right, ACW’s Favorite Son, “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo!”
A high-pitch scream is heard in the background.
“Oh hush, ya baby, I’s just in yer fo’head!”
“I love it!”
Adrian cackled as he turned around to see the human pincushion as the scene faded to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:46:49 GMT -5
Segment: A Discourse in Print. (Credit: Rena)
Wednesday Morning.
Rena entered a lavish restaurant in the late morning on Wednesday. She smiled, tipping her brimmed hat towards the greeter she swished her body past him to find a seat. Just before, however, Biff stood up and smiled towards the former wrestler.
Biff: Oh, what a beautiful morning Rena!
Rena: Hello, Biff. What dragged you in here so early?
Biff: I just thought that I'd come in for an early morning coffee, read the paper.
Rena: Anything new?
Biff: I submitted something and I'm quite pleased that it went through. Though, most papers have submitted stories like mine, I had the exclusive.
Rena: Oh what?
Biff: I don't want to spoil it, but here.
Biff passed her a folded newspaper and smiled warmly. Rena was not sure but she opened the newspaper to find nothing of importance on the front page.
Rena: I don't see it.
Biff: That is the magic a newspaper. It's not just one page, dear.
She washed his comment away and looked up and grinned.
Biff: And what brings you here?
Rena: Alicia and I are having lunch.
Biff: At this hour?
Rena: Alicia's new leaf. But she's still alte as ever.
Biff: I doubt Alicia will be here, love.
Rena: What do you mean?
Biff: Read page six.
Nothing more was said. He smiled and moved himself away to the door to collect his vehicle and leave. Rena sat at the nearest seat available and read the page six.
Newcomer snubs Veteran Wrestler
To anyone who cares about Wrestling, this would be a useful tidbit of information. I am sure, if you do read other sources, you will hear a story like this however it is I who only got to actually get to sit down and interview the subject matter. On Monday night of March 12, a federation was struck with the news that one of their top stars had no attended. Frantic, they ordered a relatively unknown girl to take the place of her. Rayne Iwashita, the new girl, was spectacular to say the least. This new talent is sure to shock the nation. But it is not exactly how her career in the future that is in question. It is exactly how it all became to be. "I always had idolized Alicia, but I think she's getting a little rusty and older in the ring," says Iwashita "I mean, she has taught me many great things that I owe to her, but I just feel that her star is fading without her acknowledge. And for someone to even pay money to see her perform poorly like that in the ring is an insult. And for people to actually pay her to perform like that in the ring is an insult to the company. I, myself, am glad that I was asked to take her place. I am so happy for the experience." Rayne Iwashita is believed to be signing a contract very soon with he company, but with the recent match under her belt she is still unsure of her future. "I'm still trying to be modest. I really don't know what the future has in store for me, but I'm sure there's not much left of Alicia's." Article Submitted by Fallout General Manager Biff.
Rena, in a panic, rushed out of the place in a rage which could not be contained. It was high time she had a word with her husband, the booker… and Meltdown would be just the time and place to do it.
[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:47:49 GMT -5
Match 1: Jay Zero vs El Gran Luchadore
The first match of the night is a quickly paced affair; the crowd is keen to see just what newcomer Jay Zero can do in the ring after his attention-grabbing appearance, and he has been handed an opponent who shares his Lucha style. It’s hard to tell whether this has any effect on the way in which Zero approaches the contest; both men launch themselves into the fray with both speed and power, and it’s a seemingly even balance between them for the first couple of minutes. Beyond this, however, it becomes quickly clear that Zero has the more sustained fire; El Gran is forced increasingly to defend, and this just seems to spur Zero on further. He pushes his foe back to the ropes and executes a springboard armdrag to set up a pin for a 2 count; some of the crowd pops, but Zero’s sheer ferocity as he strikes El Gran with a forearm and pins a second time draws disapproval from other quarters.
El Gran isn’t going to take this lying down, and he rallies back to counter a rushing attack from Zero into a high backdrop over the ropes. It looks for a second as if Zero is going to fall painfully to the outside, but he grabs the top rope and twists around, getting his feet to the second rope and then leaping forward. El Gran leaps too, and the crowd is treated to a mid-air headscissors; Zero is flipped over and El Gran makes a swift pin, 1….2- the crowd reacts loudly as Zero kicks out, and both men are rapidly on their feet and trading stunningly quick series of forearms and kicks.
His first match in an ACW ring is far from a squash; nevertheless, it does not take Zero much more than eight minutes in total to wear down his opponent. The crowd gets a taste of the newcomer at something close to a stretch with a brutal Head Shot (a jumping stomp to the back of the head while El Gran is bent over from a string of gut kicks), and this sufficiently dazes El Grand for Zero to get in close and execute the Zero Darkness (a simple yet powerfully performed Death Valley Driver). Zero makes the pin and picks up his first win in convincing fashion, and the crowd is already looking forward to seeing more from ACW’s newest talent as the show cuts to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:48:18 GMT -5
Segment: Solitary (Credit: Nick D)
The screen sits at black for a moment, the click-clack of footsteps walking down polished tile of a hallway. We fade up to the same scene, black boots marching incessantly over tile, the camera slowly drawing back and panning up to reveal more of the figure. Fade back to black. Bright red letters written in a sharp font flash on the screen as BanYa’s instrumental masterpiece “Solitary” resounds harmoniously throughout.
I am determined.
Fade back up to a full shot of Nick Durden, marching down a hallway, shot from behind. Locker room doors pass without his notice as he stalks through the corridor. Fade down to black and the text returns.
I know the way I have chosen is difficult.
Fade up to a frontal shot of Nick stalking down the hallway, his eye powerfully gazing through the camera, a fire of determination burning in his pupils. Fade back down.
I am running off animal instincts.
Fade up to Nick slowing down, coming to a stop. He turns, looking at something out of the corner of his eye.
My time has come and I intend to make the most of it.
Fade up to Nick turned, staring fully at a poster on the wall. Over his shoulder the camera shows that it is hyping his upcoming match with Flamingo at Genocide. We see the back of his upper torso rise and fall with heavy breathing as the screen fades back down.
I don't know what trials await, but I will overcome them.
Fade up to Nick walking down the hall again, shot from the front, a stone-faced look that could unnerve the boldest of men etched on his face. The shot fades down again.
Fear and doubt will not destroy my will.
Fade up to Nick, shot from the back again, pacing down the corridor. He slows again, coming to a stop as we see his head turn, looking at a door. Fade down.
Even when you think you've seen all I've got.
Fade up to Nick staring hard at the placard on the door that reads "FLAMINGO" Nick tightens his fists at his side, the muscles in his forearms straightening like industrial cables hauling up a great weight. Fade down.
I come back and show you that you don't know who you are dealing with.
Fade back up to Nick walking again, shot from the back, marching along the polished, quiet halls, the sound of his boots echoing off behind him. Fade down.
I oppose the idea that I am a thoughtless machine...
Fade up to Nick slowing down as he reaches another door. He closes his eyes slightly as he comes to a stop, drawing in a breath, his chest swelling. He lets out a sharp exhale through his nose as he turns. Fade down.
...and anyone who thinks I'm only out to cause pain and destruction doesn't know me.
Fade up to a shot from the front of Nick, staring at the third door, his jaw tight and slides slightly to the side. Through the slight part in his lips, we see his lower teeth grind against their counterparts in the upper jaw. The camera turns to show the nameplate reading: "DURDEN." Fade down.
I believe that with my will, I know no bounds.
Fade back up to Nick pacing the hallway, shot from behind, marching again. His pace is slower as in the distance, we see a set of double doors with metal push bars crossing their middle. The end of the hall draws closer with each step. Fade down.
But now, I don't know where my chosen path has taken me.
Fade back up to Nick coming to the doors and stopping. Beyond, we hear a soft but incessant percussion, building a low roar past the doorway. With a hard push on the bar of the door, there is a loud boom and flash of light whiting out the image. Fade down.
The trust I have in those closest to me is in question.
Fade back up and we see an exterior shot of the building, nighttime. Rain is pouring down hard as Nick steps out of the lighted hallway into the darkness, the sound of fat raindrops rapidly pounding the blacktop resonating around him. Immediately we see his shirt start darkening from the shoulders down and his hair being pressed down along the side of his face from the rain.
But even if it's not safe, I will have to put my chance in the hands of my mentor.
Fade back up to Nick stepping out, a large puddle splashing to either side of his step and redrawing in his wake as he continues walking through the torrential rain. Another flash of light prompts Nick to look up at the sky. As he watches silently, the rain continues, but the low rolling rumble of distant thunder chases through the air.
Will there be betrayal from her hands, or support?
Fade back up to Nick, now stopped, amid the rain. He leans forward slightly before whipping his head back in a high arc, his hair sweeping back overhead, pitching water back up through the downpour. With it out of his eyes and draped back behind his shoulders, he stares up at the dark clouds, the moon faintly lighting his face.
I can't tell. But regardless, it will not deter me.
Fade back up to a close up shot of his face. The muscles in his right cheek twitch just slightly as small streams of water run down the sides of his temples and along his jaw line, pouring down from the tip of his chin. Fade down.
I will stand and face Flamingo...
Fade back up the same closeup, where for a split second, his face is lit up more and we see the reflection of lightning arcs stretching from a cloud down to the ground in his eyes. He narrows his eyes slightly, looking even more resolute.
...and I will not hide from the fear.
Fade up to a wide angle shot from the front, Nick standing in the downpour, staring up at the sky. Behind him, we see Renix Williams has walked into the doorway and looks out at him. Meekly, she takes a step out into the rain.
So I watch and wait, knowing I will endure this tempest.
Fade back up to a shot of him from behind. She walks into the frame, right behind him. Reaching forward, she slips her left arm under his and her right over his right shoulder, struggling to get them around his upper body as she hugs him from behind, turning her face sideways and resting it against his back.
Because every man has his challenges.
Fade back up to a side view shot of the two. Nick abruptly starts walking away from her again, not even looking back. Not expecting it, Renix is thrown off balance when he pulls out of her grasp, falling forward to her hands and knees with a splash of water.
Each tries his best and hopes that it is enough.
The camera stays on her, staying on her hands and knees on the ground, the rain continuing to pour down on her as her face contorts in sadness. Her lower lip shakes as she starts crying, her tears blending with the rain running along her face. Fade down again.
But I know that the storm will die down and I will still be standing.
Fade back up to show her still on the ground, tearful. We see from knee-down Nick step back into frame facing her, his boots right in front of her face. Quietly, his knees bend and his elbows rest forward on them as he squats in front of her. Reaching forward, he tucks a curled index finger under her chin, tipping her head upward as the camera pulls back, showing both of them in full. As her eyes meet his, he leans forward, still looking stern and breaks the silence.
Nick: This too shall pass...
He stands up, and she looks at him; still feeling spurned and rejected, still wallowing in self pity. He just stares at her for a moment as her eyes look pleadingly at him. Finally, he slowly reaches a hand out through the rain. She tentatively reaches up, taking it as he pulls her to her feet. Turning, he walks again, her quickly running up and looping her arm through his to hold on to him. And while he doesn't show any reception to the gesture, he doesn't fight it either. The two walk off camera as the shot stays on the darkened parking lot, staying for yet another forking arc of lightning flashing onscreen with a boom before fading to black a final time.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:48:58 GMT -5
Match 2: Jack Jefferson vs. Adrian Flamingo (Credit: Jason Freeman)
Jefferson starts the match off with some quick punches to Flamingo, followed up by a dropkick that sends Flamingo backwards. Flamingo stays on his feet and as Jefferson runs forward, he sides steps him, and shoves him forward towards the turnbuckle. Jefferson turns around and stops running, but Flamingo charges forward and clotheslines him into the turnbuckle. Flamingo taunts a bit, and then punches over and over again at Jefferson. On the last punch, Jefferson grabs his hand, and attempts to put him in a hammerlock. Flamingo reaches back and counters into a hiptoss, but Jefferson upon landing, is quick to get up. Flamingo steps forward, but Jefferson knees him in the gut, and hits him with a fisherman’s suplex. He goes for the pin and only gets a two count.
After this the match slows down, Jefferson tries to work on the head of Flamingo, with some DDT’s, etc…and Flamingo tries to utilize some moves on the back, probably working for his bearhug that he calls The Wet Dream. Nothing of interest happens, until Flamingo irish whips Jefferson, who jumps to the apron and tries to connect with the 720 DDT. Flamingo moves and Jefferson lands on his feet, but Flamingo from behind manages to lock in a sleeper hold. Jefferson is in pain, and he looks as if he’s going to pass out, but he reaches the ropes. The ref breaks the hold, and Flamingo argues with him for a bit, giving Jefferson a chance to recover. As soon as Flamingo turns around he is lifted up into fireman’s carry position and Jefferson turns it into a gutbuster. He pins and gets a two.
At the end of the match both men are pretty weak. Jefferson attempts to hit Flamingo with a DDT, but Flamingo reverses by shoving him away. Flamingo charges forward but Jefferson hits a wheel kick! Flamingo is down and Jefferson pins 1 . . . 2 . . . But Flamingo gets his feet on the ropes! Jefferson looks a bit disappointed, and so he drags Flamingo to the middle of the ring, he waits for Flamingo to get up, and stands a bit away. He runs forward and goes for a scissors kick as Flamingo bends down, but Flamingo quickly dodges. As Jefferson turns around, Flamingo lifts him up into The Wet Dream! He has worked on Jefferson’s back at other points of the match, and Jefferson is in pain. Flamingo tightens the pressure and Jefferson doesn’t tap…but eventually he can’t take it, and passes out. The referee raises his arms three times, and he’s knocked out. The referee calls for the bell.
Phillip:Here is your winner by knockout…Adrian Flamingo!
Flamingo’s music hits, and he poses a bit for the crowd, before leaving the ring. He walks up the entrance ramp, obviously happy that he has managed to rack up a win that will no doubt make him look good, and in the ring Jefferson slowly recovers. He definitely doesn’t look happy, having now suffered yet another loss.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:49:34 GMT -5
Segment: “Gold Standard” (Credit: Kudo)
Kudo is seated in his locker room, with three title belts in view. Two are draped over his shoulders, with his arms holding them up, and another, more familiar title, the ACW Light Heavyweight Championship, is wrapped around his waist. The camera comes into full view and Kudo addresses it with serious demeanor.
Kudo: Ladies and gentlemen your eyes do not deceive you. You witness me tonight not as a man crushed from 2 devastating losses back to back here in ACW, but as a man who has gained nearly 30 pounds of weight. Weight of pure deserved gold.
Kudo points to the belt on his left.
Kudo: This title right here is the Canadian Jr. Heavyweight Championship. I was awarded this after dominating my second Super J Crown tournament in a row, displaying the poise and the power that I envisioned for junior heavyweights everywhere. I set a great example then, and this title represents my continuing efforts, not only in Canada, but the world.
Kudo now slowly moves over to the title on his right.
Kudo: This championship here is the All Ontario Heavyweight championship that I won earlier this week at Lion’s Road Pro wrestling. Yes, you heard me right, “heavyweight championship.” This most recent acquisition demonstrates how my supposedly “narrow scope” of junior heavyweight dominance can spread out and usurp the awards that adorn our heavyweight counterparts. Heavyweights! Your weight restrictions do not protect me, they protect you!
Kudo looks straight down at the third title, the homegrown belt of ACW.
Kudo: Now this title, I know you have seen wrapped around many other waists before me. But never has it meant more than right now, around the waist of the leader of R3. When you see me with this title, you know that it is free from embarrassment, free from mediocrity, and free from the hands of wrestlers using it as a truck stop in their careers.
These three titles represent everything that I represent when I wield it, and as such, it has no positive future in the hands of anyone else in this company. As I tread forward with R3 and wave the flag of the Armada behind me, I cannot help but continue to see with the narrow line of vision I have for junior heavyweights, according to my critics.
- It may be narrow, but it is one of success.
The camera zooms in on the three shining championship belts as the screen ultimately fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:50:07 GMT -5
Segment: An Important Meeting (Credit: Senator)
“Hello, Mr. Chairman”
As the scene opens up, the previous words are spoken by Senator Steve Phillips, as he stands in front of Gingerdude’s desk, the chairman occupying his usual chair.
Gingerdude: Hello, I didn’t expect to see you back in here ever again, not after you got out of your contract.
The Senator: Perhaps so, perhaps so. Even with our history, I have a few things to go over here. If you pay attention to your own product, and I think you do, you would have noticed that your champion has forcibly insulted me in the middle of the ring. That will not stand, and I wish to seek retribution.
Ginger: Very well, then. I was being a tad disingenuous when I said I didn’t expect to see you here, Mr. Phillips. After a call from Biff Taylor, and a following one from Tim Dwight, I knew that you would be here. Both men have informed me on the, ahem, loophole. As such, if you find a way to set up a match, I will sanction it. That is what you wanted, right?
Senator: Yes, it is, and I must thank you for being a true businessman here.
Ginger: If I wasn’t, ACW would suffer. My personal feelings in this case are irrelevant. Now, if your matter is settled, I have other work to attend to.
Senator: Thank you again, and I shall allow you to get back to your work.
The Senator heads out of the room, looking pleased with himself as Ginger shakes his head, before he gets back to filing paperwork on his desk.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:50:57 GMT -5
Segment: Pride Clouds Judgment, 'Tis A Fact (Credit: Scott / Hunter)
The camera fades into the ACW arena as it is thrust into a dark red tint. “Destroy Everything” by Hatebreed begins to rumble across the speakers as Scott Andrews appears on the ramp. The crowd cheers but Scott does not acknowledge them. Instead he makes his way to the ring with little emotion other than a stern look on his face. He rolls into the ring and demands a microphone from Philip.
The music dies down, and the crowd follow suit as he raises the microphone to his lips.
Scott: I’m out here for one reason, and one reason only…BRIMSTONE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!
McNally: Whoa, Scott’s calling out the International Champion! This has no doubt something to do with the happenings over the past weeks.
Edison: This could get heated, Max.
Brimstone does not appear on the ramp.
Scott: I don’t have all day nor will I wait all day for you to get out here, asshole!
“Angel of Death” begins to play across the speakers and the crowd begin to cheer, surprisingly enough. Brimstone is decked out in his regular color; black. He has a microphone already in hand and his International Title over his shoulder. He makes his way down to the ring and slides under.
Scott: You’ve got some nerve you bastard---
Brimstone interrupts before Scott can go anywhere.
Brimstone: I'm sorry...I have some nerve? Last I checked, I wasn't the one "demanding" that someone else devote time out of their busy lives to come out and play mind games that should, let's face it, be reserved for a setting more akin to high school. Whatever you think might be happening, Scotty Boy, isn't.
Scott paces the ropes a few times trying to make sense of this whole situation.
Scott: You know what, jackass, it doesn’t matter what you say, I know what I saw, I know what I’ve been seeing, and I know what I’m going to continue to see if I don’t do something about it! Brimstone, I hereby challenge you to a match at Genocide!
The crowd ignite.
McNally: WOW! This will be the first time these two have ever fought against each other and if it gets booked it promises to be a great one!
Brimstone: ...well it's not really like I have a reason to say "no" now, do I? I find that the only reason that I'd say "no" would be if I was facing someone I considered a threat; needless to say, you're not a threat. If anything, you're the very antithesis of a threat to me, although I hope you'll forgive me for not bringing out a dictionary and finding whatever word that may be.
Scott smirks. He seems to have transformed over the last few days, the paranoia really getting to him, and it doesn’t help that he has the temper of a black rhino.
Brimstone: Oh, but wait, there's a tad more I'd like to throw in there. I wouldn't go so far as to describe myself as a clairvoyant, but it does not take one to realize that, considering our little "feud" here, and considering that I am the International Champion...let's hold for applause...
The crowd does, indeed, applaud, although not everyone does this. Scott, on the other hand, looks mostly annoyed.
Brimstone: As I am the International Champion, I'm sure that our ever respectable and lovable Chairman will make our match a title match. But, personally, I'd like to beat him to the punch: I myself am requesting that this match be for my title. What say...nay, don't speak. If you accept, then you must do something much more simple than that.
After this, Brimstone extends his hand as to seal the deal. He doesn’t seem to have too much of a problem with Scott as much as Scott does with him. Scott stares down at the gesture and within seconds he clasps Brimstones hand and brings himself face to face with his new opponent. They eyeball each other with a menacing glare while the audience cheers behind them, neither man backing down until Scott’s underlying raging tendencies emerge and he slaps Brimstone across the face. Brimstone begins unleashing rights and lefts and a brawl ensues.
They trade blows, each as fierce as the next. Naturally, road agents and security rush the ring and break the two apart. Both men look about ready to explode as they are pulled kicking and screaming from the ring. They inevitably succumb to the authority of the guards and are escorted up the ramp and out of sight.
FADE OUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:51:33 GMT -5
Match 3: Latino vs. Kudo Yasuda (Credit: Latino)
Just as the bells echoes all around the arena the fans start a slight chant for Latino as Kudo looks around with a smirk. The two men quickly then lock up in the middle of the ring as they don’t want to waste any time. It’s clear that two men have a point to prove to not only one another but to themselves. Kudo takes the lead after a few moments and whips Latino into the ropes. The former World champion bounces off and then ducks a clothesline by his opponent. He quickly turns around and jumps up with a dropkick. At the same time, Kudo turns around and goes for a dropkick of his own. Both men fall back against the mat and roll backwards as they are on their feet within seconds. Latino looks back at Kudo and Kudo looks back at Latino as they each stare with a smirk. Latino starts a little shoulder shimmy that causes a pop from the crowd. A few seconds pass and this time Latino takes the lead as he lunges at Kudo with a strong uppercut. Kudo blocks the attack and counters with a knee strike to his opponent’s gut. Latino stumbles back as Kudo grabs and whips Latino straight into the turnbuckle. Kudo doesn’t let up though as he charges forward and slams right into the Hispanic wrestler with a big clothesline. He then starts attacking Latino with a quick series of knee and mid strikes.
Latino absorbs the blows as the fans start chanting his name slightly louder with each passing second. He starts blocking Kudo’s attacks and finally grabs one of his legs and elbows him right across the face. Kudo is taken back a few steps and Latino jumps up on the top turnbuckle. He then waits for his opponent to turn around and then he leaps off the top. Latino’s ankles lock around Kudo’s head and he flips him right on his back. Kudo rolls against the ring mat as Latino takes a few moments is stand back up onto his feet. He slaps his chest rapidly as he waits for Kudo to get back to his own feet. Kudo pulls himself up and Latino makes his move as he grabs Kupo, whipping him into the ropes. Before he can bounce off the ropes, Latino superkicks him right in the back of the head. Latino then slides underneath the ropes and as he stands up onto the ring apron. He wraps his arm around his neck and tries to lift up Kudo for his patented Hangover DDT. Kudo doesn’t let himself go this time as he gives Latino a big headbutt not once…….twice….but a third time that knocks Latino right off the apron. He slams into the audience barrier as Kudo keeps the momentum up. He starts slapping his head and he mutters out randomness in Japanese as he starts running around the ring and then targets himself right at Latino’s area. He jumps onto the top rope and then leaps off just as Latino stands back up. Kudo twists and turns in the air as he goes for his Spiral Dropkick. Latino dives out the way at the last second, leaving Kudo to land hard against the outside mats. In the ring, the referee starts counting away and is already on Four. Latino grabs Kudo and pulls his opponent up. He hits Kudo with a few punches and then goes for a brainbuster. Kudo pulls himself back and reverses it into a brainbuster of his own but Latino escapes out of the move just as well. Both men now stare at one another as the Referee continues to count….FIVE…..SIX….Kudo and Latino look back at the ring….SEVEN…..both men lunge at one another. Punch after punch is thrown and contact is surely made as both men feel the blows. Latino ducks an attack and grabs Kudo by the head. He runs towards the audience barrier and leaps over it as Latino pulls out the Switch Blade Cut right over the barrier. Kudo slams into it and falls back against the outside mat….EIGHT! Latino then leaps up on the barrier and leaps off of it with the Last Night’s Hangover….NINE! Kudo rolls over despite his exhaustion and Latino flips a little too much from the momentum and slams headfirst right into the outside mat. The Referee yells TEN before either man can even make a move onto his feet. He calls for the bells as Latino and Kudo are laid out against the mat, each man trying to get to his own senses.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is declared a double count-out!
* cut to commercial *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:52:09 GMT -5
Segment: No more Tag teams?....again? (Credit: BK/Jake/Gooey/Jonny)
As the scene opens up, we are immediately brought to one of the most noticeable places in the ACW Arena, a place that is known far and place not for the fighting - but for the business that goes down - Chairman Gingerdude's Office. We are brought to the center of the table where Chairman Gingerude is sitting with his hands tented together. He follows up by leaning back in his chair and taking a deep breath, obviously exhausted a bit with the stuff occuring recently.
Ginger: Alright, I have assembled you two teams here tonight because of the obvious tension that is mounting between you - also because of a certain situation with all these fake titles popping up, and I need to alleviate it - and it starts with the tag team titles.
The camera swings around to one side of the table where both BK London and Jake Cheng are sitting down comfortably, with their PWB Tag Team Titles resting peacefully on the desk.
Ginger: Top Draw...you first introduced your pair of tag team titles from a fed shut down long ago after ACW has gone several months without a tag team title. You two feel that you are the best tag team in ACW currently and you need to be recognized as such. Correct?
BK: That is correct.
Jake: Absolutely correct.
Now the camera swings to the other side of the table and there sits Wyldcard, with their custom made ACW Tag Team Titles sitting on the table - glistening on the fluroscent lighting of the room.
Ginger: Wyldcard...you introduced your pair of tag team titles from when you two were tag team champions nearly a year ago. And you two despise the fact that Top Draw simply named themselves tag team champions of ACW, and you feel if they can name yourself tag team champions, you can name yourself tag team champions. Right?
Jonny: Right.
Gooey: Correctamundo.
The camera swings back to Gingerdude still sitting in the center.
Ginger: Now as far as I am concerned, neither team has been granted jurisdiction to actually name themselves the official tag teams of ACW, so as far as I am concerned - your titles are simply nothing but props in this situation. But, from what I've seen, this feud isn't only over the tag team championships, but who is the better tag team overall in ACW -
BK: - Top Draw!
Jonny: The hell it is!
Ginger: Enough! This is what I'm talking about, the tension building between you two teams has gone through the roof and will no doubt escalate into some sort of brawl. But I have the perfect outlet for this tension, and that's a match - a match that will take place at Genocide on March 24th. A match that will determine which team is the better out of the two, a match that will test the trust between tag team partners and the skills they possess. At Genocide, I'm making a match between Top Draw and Wylcard, and it will be under Tag Team Tables Elimination Rules.
Jonny: ...what? No no no, you can't do that. Make it another match. I know, make it a ladder match. Have the title suspended 20 feet in the air.
Jake: Do you smell that? Smells like...smells like a pussy.
Jonny: You are what you eat. AM I RIGHT!?!?
Jonny and Gooey high five each other, and this comment causes Jake slams his fist on the table and is ready at any moment to pounce over it and take down his advesary, but BK restrains him. Jonny wipes a tear away from his right eye.
Jonny *sighs*: Fine...you want a Tag Team Tables Match - you've got one.
Jakes look of anger then turns to one of pleasure as he has a smirk on his face.
BK and Jake: Deal.
Jake: This should be a piece of cake.
Ginger: And after this tag team match at Genocide, I don't want to see any of those titles pop up in ACW again unless there is a DAMN good reason. Do I make myself clear?
Gooey: Fine.
Jonny: Alright.
Jake: I guess.
BK: Crystal.
Ginger: Now get out of my office, you all have a six man tag team main event tonight and please, for the love of god stay out of trouble on the way out.
Top Draw pick up their titles and they exit the office first, not taking their eyes off Wyldcard for a second, knowing they're going to have to watch their backs with this match just announced. Wyldcard exits shortly after them, talking amongst themselves as the scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:52:53 GMT -5
Segment: “Support Group – Thunderkiss style!” (Credit: Tee Kay) [As we return from Commercial Break, we see THUNDERKISS standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand. The crowd is already all over him and he hasn’t even spoken one word yet. From the nose bleed seats all the way to the front row, everyone is on their feet either booing or screaming obscenities into the ring. Sick of hearing these simpletons try to make themselves feel important, Thunderkiss bellows out tonight’s intentions.] Thunderkiss: Before I say anything, I would just like everyone in the crowd to please hold hands… [The fans all look at each other with amused looks on their faces. A few lock hands in the arena but TK’s request seems to be getting more giggles than compliance. Furious, he lets the crowd have it.] Thunderkiss: You know, you ACW fans never seem to stop amazing me with your cruel stupidity. Here a man needs YOUR help, and you mock me for trying to help him?! You completely IGNORE me and laugh?! Well you mean spirited assholes, go fuck yourselves, jack! Tonight my good buddy Jason Freeman needs my support, and I’m going to give it to him! Jason, I hope you’re at home watching this because buddy, if this doesn’t lift your spirits, I just don’t know what else will! [At this moment, TK’s agent makes his way down to the ring via way of running. There is a sense of urgency on his face as he leaps into the ring and rushes to TK’s side. He tries to say something to the Ultimate Male but he will have none of it!] Thunderkiss: Dammit Wilcox! Not you too! Can’t you see I’m trying to intervention here!?! Wilcox: Kiss, I got some news you’ll probably want to hear.. Thunderkiss: It will have to wait. Wilcox: But – Thunderkiss: NO BUTS! Go sit over there in the corner! [Wilcox shakes his head back and forth and walks over to the corner with a look of “Oh Well” on his face. He leans up against the turnbuckles as he folds his arms and watches his client continue on a procession of embarrassment.] Thunderkiss: Freeman, tonight I had the boys in the production truck make up a special tribute video just for you Freeman. Now, I know you may be asking yourself – “why don’t I just go kill myself right now”. Well Freeman, after you watch all the good you’ve done, I’m sure you’ll understand why the answer to that question is – “because I’m too stupid to go up and down instead of across”. And to add to the effect Jason, I will be doing a vocal rendition of one of the all time great hits – Wind Beneath my Wings. So rev it up boys – LETS ROCK! Maxwell McNally: Oh dear God … Eddie Edison: …….I swear, I’m going to Fallout after my contract runs out. Maxwell McNally: Edison! [The music hits and the lights go low. Only a single spotlight shines on the ring as TK begins to bellow out the lyrics to the song. The fans cover their ears and keep one eye on the Alpha Tron where the following images render themselves as the song plays out….] Thunderkiss: It must have been cold there in my shadow - To never have sunlight on your face - You were content to let me shine - That's your way -You always walked a step behind …. Thunderkiss: COME ON EVERYONE! So I was the one with all the glory - While you were the one with all the strain - A beautiful face without a name - For so long - A beautiful smile to hide the pain … Thunderkiss: Did you ever know that you're my hero? - And everything I would like to be - I can fly higher than an eagle - For you are the wind beneath my wings … Thunderkiss: Did you ever know that you're my hero? - And everything I would like to be - I can fly higher than an eagle - For you are the wind beneath my wings … [The music comes to a stop and the lights flicker back on. The fans have been booing loudly throughout the entire presentation and one of their famous “TK Sucks” chants begins. Thunderkiss looks out at them with a grin on his face because he knows he has this crowd hook, line and sinker – right in the palm of his hand.] Thunderkiss: Now even though you took the easy way out Freeman, shamefully dousing yourself in illegal steroids, I just want you to remember who was there for you. Who had your back! Was it your beloved Senatorial Stable?! Hell no, jack! It was ME. Your old and no longer relevant Stable doesn’t give two shits about you Jason. And I will be the one to carry your memory on as I go forth defending the ACW Entertainment Title… IN – YOUR – NAME! Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! [At that moment, Wilcox comes out of the corner and once again tries to get the attention of the Kiss.] Wilcox: Uh, TK… Thunderkiss: WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Wilcox: Freeman hasn’t been suspended! And he is STILL E.T. Champion! Thunderkiss: WHAT?! NO! Wilcox: I tried to tell you but – Thunderkiss: Ok screw this shit! This thing is OVER! [Thunderkiss slams the microphone into the canvas and heads out of the ring in a furious manner. Wilcox follows closely behind, sulking as he continues to grow tired of TK’s thick headedness, but continues to do in order to keep his billfold full. Welcome to America!]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:54:47 GMT -5
Segment: One More Match! (Credit: Latino/Kudo)
The scene opens up to the office of Chairman Ginger. A loud pair of voices are heard and are recognized to be Latino and Kudo Yasuda. Neither man has changed at all nor has they even taken a moment to wipe themselves down. Both men seem to be pleading their case to the chairman over the last few moments of their earlier match up. They talk at the same time and all that can be heard is a entanglement of words coming from the two competitors.
Ginger: Whoa, whoa, you two have to calm down now or I won’t listen to what either one of you have to say!
Ginger looks at both as they finally quiet down and then after a few moments of silence Latino is the first one to break it.
Latino: Hey, Jefe I had the match won and I was just about to get up and win that mat-
Kudo: Oh, you weren’t going to do anything. Don’t try and stand here and tell me otherwise. It seems to me that you must have gotten hit in the head one too many times because all I know is that I had you beat for ninety-five percent of that match.
Latino: Oh yea, well I was ninety-six percent better looking than you. And it doesn’t matter what happened during the match. All that I know…..all that everyone knows is that I had you down and for the count when it mattered. I could’ve beaten you just like that.
Latino is about to snap his fingers but Kudo grabs his hand. It’s crystal clear that the competitive nature of both men is driving the blood temperature in their veins up very steadily.
Kudo: You didn’t have anything. The real point is that you lost track and because of that couldn’t even get what you think of as a “perfect” win. I had you down physically and mentally. You had nothing! I took from you, everything!
Latino’s temper continues to boil and is near its point of no return as Kudo’s is getting at that same area. Ginger looks at both of them and knows that it’s time to take some control in this situation.
Ginger: Ok, you two what I thi-
Kudo & Latino (interrupting at the same time): Shut Up!
Ginger is taken aback and before he can say a word both men start yelling at one another but not in English. Latino yells out in a series of Spanish Obscenities while Kudo returns the favor in his own amount of Japanese Obscenities. Ginger looks back and forth as the two don’t let up and after a few moments, his own temper breaks through.
Ginger: Alright! Shut up, both of you! Who do you think you are? Where do you think you are?! Now listen good because I am only going to say this once, and in ENGLISH.
Since you two are feeling competitive then I have an idea. You two will fight again and there will be a winner this time around. At Genocide, it will be Kudo Yasuda and Victor “Latino” Laureano in a match. Oh but don’t worry, this won’t be just a normal match. No no no, we just saw how you two can’t seem to finish things off in that situation. So as of now, you two will be officially facing off for the ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship next Saturday. But not only that…it’ll also be a No-Disqualification match! That’s right, at Genocide, we will find out who truly is the best between you two men and all the stakes will be on the line, just the way I like it. I believe I’ve covered all the bases here -
Now get out of my office!!!
The scene fades to black as Latino and Kudo silently leave the office. The camera centers in on the Chairman that leaves the screen fading off with a broad smile on his face.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 15, 2007 17:55:41 GMT -5
Segment: The big steal (Credit: AK/Latino)
The camera finds Latino in the corridor, heading back from the chairman’s office. His body is still sore and abused from his earlier match with Kudo as it has clearly tired him. His body radiates heat in all directions, raising the temperature very slightly. But it’s about to get much hotter…
As Latino wipes sweat from his brow, he senses someone approaching from behind. He turns around, alert; after all, he’s been in ACW long enough to suspect trouble even on a seemingly quiet night…
Rayne stops as he pivots, and gives him one of her best smiles. She claps her hands together innocently.
Rayne: Oh, did I startle you? I’m sorry… I just wanted to say, that was a great match you just had.
Latino gives her a polite smile back.
Latino: …Thanks.
The conversation stalls. Latino moves slightly toward the corridor ahead, indicating that he’s going to get showered and into clean clothes. He starts walking, and Rayne immediately falls into step, taking something from off of her arm.
Rayne: Here.
It’s a towel. Latino is a little confused but figures a towel is no harm. He grabs it and wipes it against his torso as it sorely needs it. He gives it back to Rayne, who is still stuck to his side like glue.
Rayne: Victor… do you mind if I call you that?
Latino shrugs as it’s not something that really matters much. Rayne smiles at his response and continues on with her thought.
Rayne: I… I wanted to ask you for a favor. I had my first match on Monday, did you see it?
Latino furrows his brow.
Latino: ……Si, I saw it.
His answer gives nothing away. Rayne presses on.
Rayne: I’ve worked hard on my techniques, but I still feel as if I’m missing something… what I really need is someone to teach me the more… advanced tactics. Someone with real credentials…
Latino stops, and looks at her. She looks back at him, her pupils dark and sparkling. She puts a hand on his arm.
Rayne: I could be very good, with the right… encouragement. I want to learn from the very best… from you.
Latino is almost started but at the same he doesn’t know what to do for several seconds; there is no question that Rayne is a truly beautiful woman, and he has a physical reaction which makes chills run along his spine, and blood run to other areas entirely. Rayne senses goosebumps rise momentarily on his skin, which has been further cooled by perspiration. She leans closer.
Rayne: And if you let me… maybe I can teach you a few things…
She runs a finger over his muscular forearm; the more observant of the crowd can detect faint echoes of another master manipulator in her demeanor. Latino looks down at her, and a smile creeps across his face; Rayne’s gaze narrows fractionally as she feels the internal thrill of power, and of taking another “prize” in her increasingly grand game. She reaches up, snaking a hand around behind Latino’s neck, and pulls him forward to seal the deal with her kiss…
But this time, her burgeoning confidence is mis-placed. Instead of meeting Latino’s lips, she only makes contact with an index finger. Confused, Rayne allows him to pull back slightly; Latino looks at her, and though his expression has seemingly not changed, the meaning is suddenly clear and utterly different to the way Rayne has interpreted it.
Uncurling the rest of his fingers on his left hand, Latino doesn’t say anything. Of all the many silences, which have characterized his appearances in recent time, this is one of the most eloquent; Rayne is faced with a simple, solid gold band… a band which remains unbroken.
Latino looks at Rayne; as he straightens up, he seems taller than her by a noticeable margin. There is no anger in that look, and lust has been thoroughly tamed by its greater kin. If there was ever a battle here, there is only one winner…
Rayne can only watch as Latino steps away and calmly takes his leave. At first she doesn’t seem to know how to react to this unexpected and new experience of failure; then, with gritted teeth, she thumps the wall petulantly. This is the only outward expression she gives of her feelings; the next second she is fully composed again, and walking away in the opposite direction.
The purposefulness of her walk is a clear signal that Rayne’s machinations are far from over…
Fade.
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