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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:58:15 GMT -5
Segment: Once Again (Credit: Hunter / Dan)
As the scene fades in, the loud and angry yells that can only be attributed to Andrew Hunter grace the ears of the ACW fans in attendance, as well as those watching at home. For the second week in a row he is being carried down the hallway by a large man, albeit this time there are more people around him to make sure he does not escape. And also for the second week in a row, he is being carried by said man to the corporate area of the ACW backstage area. He does not relax throughout his trip, and instead he grows more and more impatient, more and more furious as he nears the office of the chairman, who he knows full well will not be there. No, the person who awaits him may very well be Hunter's least favorite person in the whole world. And there's no reason to be happy about that.
Dan: Throw him in.
The door is already open, and so the large man complies by tossing Hunter into the room, causing the Master of the Counter to land awkwardly on his legs, tripping himself up a bit. The large man closes the door behind him, and Hunter slowly gets to his feet and looks over at a smiling Dan.
Hunter: Dick.
Dan: Goon.
Hunter moves closer to the desk and sits down in the same chair as last week, once again throwing his legs up onto the desk. This time, however, he happens to violently kick the lamp on said desk, causing it to shatter across the room.
Hunter: Oops.
Dan does not react, and instead shakes his hands before beginning.
Dan: Meh, I got it cheap on the black market. Death didn't really teach you how to contain your violent outbursts, did it?
Hunter: Yes it did. You act as if I didn't want to beat the hell out of Vortex.
Dan: Well...within reason, I would have hoped.
Hunter: There was a reason. And a good one, at that.
Dan: Please, Hunter, there's never a good reason with you. You're like more trouble than...well...me.
Hunter says nothing, but sighs slowly before turning back to Dan.
Hunter: What do you want?
Dan: I want you to not attack Vortex again. As much as I have extreme distaste for the guy, it ain't good publicity and with Ginger running around thinking he knows best, I gotta prove to the Board of Directors that I can run this fed better than him.
Hunter scoffs.
Hunter: That ain't happening, sweetheart.
Dan: Well, then I suppose we'll have to compromise. Because you know full well that I'm the only person who can get you what you want.
Hunter: False. I can attack the cocksucker whenever I want.
Dan: False. You can't. And takes one to know one.
Hunter blankly stares at Dan, his eye twitching slightly. Dan leans back and folds his fingers together.
Dan: I'll make sure that before you can even find out where he is, he'll have five huge, scary guys surrounding him, making it impossible to get to him...unless I call them off. I still have connections from my hooligan days.
Hunter: Which you won't.
Dan: Of course not. So let's skip the foreplay...what do you want?
Hunter sighs.
Hunter: Can I have a match with Vortex at Seven Deadly Sins?
Pause.
Dan: No.
Hunter looks up at him with what can only be described as "pure fucking hate."
Hunter: Fuck you.
Dan: Where and when? Now now, I said that we would compromise. I will give you the match...if you give me something in return.
Hunter pauses for a moment, and then he understands. He looks up at Dan scornfully and sighs.
Hunter: You want me out of the Senatorial Office by the end of the month.
Dan: Wow, you hit the nail on the head there! I doubt it'll be hard to find a temporary home. I mean we pay you enough-
Hunter: -we get paid pittance-
Dan: -indeed. But you catch my drift?
Hunter: ...yes.
Dan: Then we don't have any problems, do we?
Hunter sighs yet again and looks down at his feet. Dan looks over him with a large grin on his face, and then breaks the silence with another question.
Dan: So...do we have a deal?
Hunter says nothing for a few moments, but eventually succumbs.
Hunter: ...yeah.
Dan: Then it's official. At Seven Deadly Sins it'll be Hunter in the red corner, Vortex in the blue, in a one-on-one extravaganza!
Hunter says nothing.
Dan: Anyways I have some...business proposals to deal with. So you know where the door is, so go on. Piss off.
Hunter rises out of the chair wordlessly, opens the door, and leaves the room. Yet again he sees that the large men accompanying him are all gone, and he finds himself alone once more. He shakes his head slightly and then goes down the hall in the direction of the Senatorial Office. He hopes that it is a worthwhile sacrifice...but as per usual, he cannot help but shake that feeling of doubt. Was it worth it?
Meanwhile Dan looks aggravated, not by Hunter's proposal by all means however. This time there are people that need dealt a little thing called revenge. Mwahahaha.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:59:27 GMT -5
Match 3: Hunter vs Kudo Yasuda (Credit: Andrew W)
The action started at a ferocious pace with Hunter using his weight and power advantage to get an early advantage, attempting a pin early on only to receive a 1-count. Hunter continued his assault with a huge Running Lariat, but once more only received a 1-count, much to the chagrin of all the fans, who voiced their opinion with a series of loud boos and “Hunter” chants. Hunter then attempted, once more, to end the match early as he connected with a vicious Elbow Driver which had Kudo gasping for air. Hunter, a smirk forming, counted along with the ref’s count, only to be stunned as Kudo kicked out at two.
As Hunter clutched his hair in frustration and argued with the ref Kudo used the opportunity to deliver a cheeky low-blow, one that the fans clearly disliked…as shown by their chants of “Cheat”. However, cheat or not, this low-blow turned the tide in Kudo’s favour. This allowed him a lengthy period of domination, lasting much of the middle part of the match. After hitting the low blow Kudo went on to hit a series of Rapid Armdrags, after which he was rewarded with a 2-count. He then went on to hit a K.O Exploder 06, the capture version of the K.O Exploder, which Hunter somehow kicked out of, marginally before the referee slapped the match for a third time. This drove Kudo crazy, as he came close to attacking the referee only to have Hunter spin him around, grab his head and knee him in the stomach and face a few times. He then turned around and grabbed Kudo into a side headlock with his right arm, jumped up, did a 180, grabbed his head with his left hand, and performed a DDT, thus completing the manoeuvre known as the Thunderstorm.
This turned the match back in Hunter’s favour as he achieved a near-fall before hauling Kudo to his feet, hitting him with a Rage to once more receive a 2-count. The fans at this point were truly behind Hunter as they chanted “Finish him” and also “An-drew Hun-ter!”. This spurred Hunter on further and the finish eventually came from Hunter’s trusty finisher, The Shotgun, after which Hunter hooked Kudo’s leg and the fans counted along as the ref counted “One”, “Two”, “Three” sending the fans into rapturous applause.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:00:06 GMT -5
Segment: A hard truth (Credit: Ricky Falco)
The scene opens with ACW interviewer, Charlotte King standing in front of a door, blocking the sign of who's room it is. She is also holding a microphone.
Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Ricky Falco!
A surprisingly, mixed reaction is heard as Ricky Falco emerges from the door. Not wearing his usual clothing attire, but rather a more expensive look. Hes got a big grin on his face and looks confident about his match later in the evening.
Charlotte: Thank you for taking the time to do this interview. By your smile I'm guessing you’re pretty confident about your match later?
Ricky: Haha! Yes I am. Ever since Glen has contacted me about signing to their agency, I've felt much better about my status here in ACW. And after last week, after I pinned that so called, "ACW Veteran" Jonny Spade, 1, 2, 3, I proved that I can hang with the best of them, or at least the oldest of them in ACW. So I feel pretty confident about beating Thunderkiss and BK London. Personally, I feel that Flamingo should be blessed to have a partner like myself. Without me, he would have lost last week.
Charlotte: Well, no matter the outcome of this match in nine days at Seven Deadly Sins, your going to compete in a 6 Person Over the Top Rope Battle Royal for the Entertainment Championship. Who do you feel is your biggest threat in that match?
Ricky: You think someone actually appears as a threat to me? Your insane. Please, I could beat any of them with one hand behind my back. Hell, both hands tied behind my back, I'll just dropkick them over the top rope. I don't care how long whoever has been in ACW or how many championships they've held. Your looking at the fastest rising star in ACW and I'm going to prove it. And I could go on and on about each of my opponents and say why I'm better then them but lets just put it like this:
At 7 Deadly Sins, 6 people will fight for the Entertainment Championship. After I toss 5 people out of the ring in my 4th Pay-Per-View appearance, which will also be my 3rd win, there will be no 2nd guessing who the number 1 Entertainment Champion is.
The crowd boos this statement as most don't want to see Ricky walk out with the title.
Charlotte: Those are some interesting words, now if you--
Ricky grabs the microphone, interrupting Charlotte.
Ricky: I'm sorry, but I can't answer any further questions as I must be going to tie up a few loose ends about my future in ACW.
Ricky then walks off and Charlotte shakes her head as the camera fades out.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:02:56 GMT -5
Segment: Turbulence (Credit: VorteX)
The camera fades in to reveal a backstage medical area. The place is quiet; the only current occupant seems to be Vortex who is seated upon a metal table, with his head bandaged due to his earlier scuffle with Hunter. As if he were a shark who can smell blood a mile away, Kevin Anderson bursts through the door, alive with excitement.
Kevin: Vortex!
Vortex doesn’t bother looking up for a moment, he seems deep in thought. Kevin rushes over to tableside and whips out a notebook.
Vortex: I’m in no mood for interviews right now Kevin.
Kevin: But I am the only source of breaking news backstage! I will prove to be the best interviewer ACW has, bringing the fans the latest and greatest stories!
Vortex: You want a story Kevin? Once I see Hunter again, oh you’ll get a story. If he thinks a cheap attack like that is going to keep me down, he’s got another thing coming.
Kevin: He was just trying to prove a point you know…
Vortex looks up now, straight at Kevin. His eyes pierce into Kevin’s very being, which startles Kevin, making him back up quickly until he bumps into a far wall.
Kevin: Now, you really don’t have to overreact…I mean, well I didn’t mean…you know what I mean!
Oblivious to Kevin’s rambling, Vortex gets off of the table and grabs a nearby steel chair. He then folds it and approaches Kevin. Kevin’s eyes shoot wide, his face says “run like hell” his body refuses to move.
Kevin: Vortex, seriously…there are other ways to take out your aggression!
Vortex begins laughing in a low tone, and then suddenly whips the chair inches above Kevin’s head.
Kevin: OH HELL!
Kevin ducks to the side and runs full tilt out the door, knocking things over along the way. Vortex continues to laugh louder and louder, stumbling a bit from the lack of oxygen. He regains his balance and looks up at the cameraman who’s been standing just outside the door the entire time.
Vortex: Now, that’s one effective way to end an interview.
Vortex walks closer to the cameraman, stopping just in front of the lens. He looks directly into the camera, at the thousands of fans currently watching this broadcast. Vortex: What I have just illustrated, is what fear can do to an individual. Hunter, you expect me to feel the same way, you expect me to run like a scared child. The fact is, you’re just another man…if you think that you’re holier than God, that you make no mistakes…so be it. If you want to take you’re aggression out in a physical manner, I’m all for it.
Vortex shoves away from the cameraman, making the view shake. He then walks down the hallway, stopping and goes to round the corner, but stops. He turns slightly and looks down the hall, the far shot making him look like some crazed individual who just got done fighting for a meal ticket.
Vortex: Hunter, I’m going to let you decide how this ends. Knowing you, I haven’t seen the last of your face…so whenever you figure it out let me know.
Vortex shakes his head and starts laughing again, some would think that he enjoys this a little too much. Vortex rounds the corner and goes out of sight, an audible sight of relief can be heard from the cameraman as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:03:14 GMT -5
Segment: Your Friends Are Stupid (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
In Yoko Satoshi’s locker room, we see Yoko grumbling on the couch while Sarin is looking through some of her clothes.
Sarin: Honestly, don’t be pouty just because you didn’t get booked tonight.
Yoko: It isn’t that, it’s that I was called in. I THOUGHT I had one.
Sarin: You may have, who knows. The card is always subject to change, as they say.
Yoko: I would just think they’d tell me when I showed up, and not waited until the show started. Waste of a day.
Sarin puts down a dress she was holding over herself in front of a mirror and walks over to Yoko and plops down on her lap.
Sarin: Cheer up! It’s a night off.
Yoko sighs.
Yoko: You’re right. Where should we go tonight?
Sarin: We? Yoko darling, I told you I’m going out with friends tonight. I haven’t seen them for months, there’s catching up to do.
Yoko: I can’t see your friends?
Sarin: Do you remember them? They’re into girly stuff. Fashion, reality TV, boys. You didn’t get along with them last time.
Yoko: Oh yeah…I don’t see how you get along with them either.
Sarin: I guess I wouldn’t say friends…More like acquaintances. Much like your own friends in Okinawa. None of them really like me, except that one.
Yoko: Well what am I supposed to do tonight?
Sarin: You have a night off and you’re healthy…Why don’t you contact Yuki and plan out the next story arc in our comic series? We never finished, and our studio is going to waste at the moment.
Yoko: That’s actually a good idea. We’ll get your input when you get back.
Sarin runs her fingers through Yoko’s hair and kisses her.
Sarin: That’s my girl.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:03:48 GMT -5
Segment: The Boys are Back in Town (But that's old news) (Credit: The Senatorial Stable)
As the scene opens, the Stable is seen situated in the Senator's office, with everyone in the room. Scrap paper floods the floor, which Kevin Fitsharris is picking up, and putting into a shredder, while Kalb throws bags of the scraps out into the hallway. FSX is making the task a bit more difficult as he makes paper airplanes out of the intact papers, throwing them at the recently returned pictures of political figures on the walls, missing Reagan and FDR, but hitting the picture of JFK dead in the forehead.
Scott Andrews seems annoyed by the papers flying past his head, while he talks away on a cell phone. Freeman, who just walked in the door, seems confused when a plane hits him right in the chest. Snake and Hunter are both seated in the desk in the center of the room, watching a DVD of the recent LUE event, with Predator putting Thunderkiss to sleep with the Killer Crossface, and laughing at the incident. Finally, Senator Steve Phillips stands up from finishing a document on his computer, to address the crowd.
The Senator: Now then, I think these meetings should do us some good, building group cohesion back up to its old level, and aiding us in regaining the top, dominant spot in ACW. We all have our own problems here...
Freeman: Hey, X, that's not cool!
FSX: What, a little paper airplane to the ear can't hurt anything!
Senator: Now then, Fallen, I would surely appreciate it if you would please pick up the mess you have added to, and assist the Capitalists in their task. Now, one issue I want to address here is that I have found that many of the problems that plagued Alpha Championship Wrestling when I first arrived here have once again started to rear their ugly heads again.
Fitsharris: What, like Hunter and FSX?
Hunter: I will burn down your house.
Fitsharris looks at Hunter wide eyed, but the Senator interrupts them.
Senator: Please, please, Fitsharris, hold back on the annoying jokes, if you will. It seems that one of the main problems is that I can not get a word in edgewise on anyone here, it is even worse than in the Senate, where I have to deal with the likes of some truly atrocious microphone hogs! In all seriousness, the problems that I first brought the Stable back to combat have returned, and as such, I believe our relevance has never been greater than it is right now. We need to stand up for what ACW should be, instead of what it is. We need to keep each other in mind, and ensure that we stick together as a team, now more than ever before.
Rattlesnake: Microphone hogs? I know I've never been one to do that very often.
Hunter: Yeah, sure, and I don't have sex with women.
He glares at Fitsharris, who promptly shuts his mouth.
Hunter: I suppose you putting me to sleep with those boring open challenge "speeches" prior to Omega Effect don't count in this regard?
Rattlesnake: What the hell?
Hunter: You heard me.
Rattlesnake: Why are you suddenly a dick?
Hunter: Well, I very recently had to be mentally defeated by my least favorite person in the whole world. Oh, and I'm being evicted. I'm not in what one would call "the happiest of moods."
Rattlesnake: Well, I suppose. But...wait, my speeches weren't boring! Were they Freeman?
Freeman: Uhh...can I plead the 5th?
Rattlesnake: Scott?
Scott pretends to ignore him and twiddle his thumbs.
Rattlesnake: Senator?
Senator: While I do not believe that they were "boring," I have heard a rumor floating about of a ratings drop which took place approximatly from the time you opened your mouth to just about the exact time in which it closed.
Rattlesnake's head just seems to sink down. Now people will think he's boring. Hunter slaps Rattlesnake across the back.
Hunter: It's okay. I know what it feels like to be boring.
Pause.
Hunter: So I'm told, anyways. But regardless, how was the "hot date" Monday night?
Rattlesnake: How was it? Let me put it this way. It was like it was in a movie. You know how most people dream for the perfect one and only a few get it? This was better.
Kalb: I bet it was.
Freeman: Guys, hold on a minute...
Freeman holds up a hand to get everybody to quiet down, before beginning to chuckle.
Freeman: I could have sworn that I just heard you say we have to stick together, right Senator? Well that's a laugh!
Senator: Excuse me?
Freeman sarcastically laughs, before switching over to a glare.
Freeman: Last Monday. Me vs Thunderkiss. Do you know how many times Entourage attacked me? How many times they interfered? Why do you think I lost my International Championship, huh? It's because of the numbers advantage! Funny, right?! Because Thunderkiss doesn't HAVE the numbers advantage.
Freeman looks angrily over to his shoulder where he used to keep his title belt before pacing the room a bit, taking the time to glare angrily at various people.
Freeman: I've put up with this for too long. Is it because I'm not a main eventer, like Senator there? Is it because my match wasn't important enough? I'm sorry, maybe I didn't realize that the only thing that matters is the world championship, or the lethal lottery, or whatever the hell else you guys care about. If Rattlesnake still had the International Championship, like he had last year, would you guys have helped him out? Oh, sure you would! It's just Freeman. HE doesn't matter. Right, guys??!!
Scott: Whoa, Freeman, what are you---
Freeman: What, Scott??!! What??!! Got some kind of excuse?! I'm sorry, but I'm a member of this stable too, and just because you guys don't realize that I'm a valuable player on our team here, doesn't mean that I'm not. I've been in this stable since January. January! That's six months, and still no respect. You see the way Hunter looked at me when he came in here for the first time since his return last week? To him, I'm nothing. That's just Freeman. The midcarder...right? Is that what you consider me? Just because I haven't main evented any pay-per-views?
Rattlesnake: Freeman, listen---
Freeman walks over to Snake, and silences him with a glare.
Freeman: Listen to what?!! Did you hear what Thunderkiss said after my match? He asked me where my stable was. He was right! WHERE WERE THEY??!!
Rattlesnake: Freeman, we all had matches, and---
Freeman: Yeah, you did. SO DID I! I HAD A MATCH TOO! And I LOST it. Because of YOU guys. You think I can't take Thunderkiss?! I guess you don't think I deserve the title huh? Well let's get something straight here. I WON my match at Omega Effect.
Freeman glares up at Snake.
Freeman: That's more than YOU can say.
Freeman then walks across the room to Senator, and glares up at him.
Freeman: Or you. We both had a triple threat title match, Senator. The difference? I won, you lost. That's all I'm going to say to you...
Senator: I might claim a difference in level of competition, but that would be below the belt.
Across the room, Hunter looks ready to kill Freeman, but Snake tries to step in.
Rattlesnake: Look, Freeman, you REALLY need to calm down...
Freeman: CALM DOWN??!! I'm sorry Snake, but that title meant a lot to me...but this isn't about my title. This isn't about my loss. It's about the fact that you guys act like I'm a joke! I'm tired of being looked at by ALL of you like I'm worthless. Listen to me, I said I was going to make an impact. I'm serious. You guys don't think I'm capable of anything, but just watch. How can I be a valuable member of this stable, if none of you guys show me ANY respect. Like I said,
Scott: Freeman...shut up!
Freeman stops, and he begins to breathe a bit heavily out of exhaustion, and shakes his head slowly. He sighs...and closes his eyes for a second.
Freeman: I...I...I'm sorry, I'm not really sure what got into me.
Scott: Listen Freeman, we all had intense matches on Monday. If we could have helped you, we would have. Have Thunderkiss's words really got to you this much?
Freeman: You know...you're right...look, I guess...I don't know...I still haven't really gotten over losing the title. I'm...I'm...I'm not thinking straight.
Rattlesnake: Look, it's okay, just---
Freeman: No, it's not. Look, guys, I'm sorry. I was out of line. Way out of line. And I know I was wrong. I was just angry...my head...It wasn't...My brain was clouded...I mean, I didn't mean any of that. I'm just...I dunno...
Freeman laughs nervously.
Freeman: Senator...I shouldn't have disrespected you...and Scott and Snake...you guys too...once again, I'm sorry, and---
Scott: Look, it's okay man, but maybe you should just calm down.
Freeman: Yeah...you're right...man...what got into me? Look, I'm just going to go...take the night off. I don't have a match or anything...so...
Senator: Maybe that would be a solid idea. Sometimes it is simply best to cool your jets off, calm down, and take a little time off. I know too well how tensions around here, and elsewhere for that matter can affect the personality. Take a break, and regroup, and you will be better than ever, trust me on that, Mr. Freeman.
Freeman: Yeah...I...
He simply sighs.
Freeman: Whatever. I need to...I'm just going to get my thoughts together. I'm going now...I'll see you guys.
Freeman sighs one more time, before turning around and walking out the door. The stable looks after him, seeming a bit confused.
Scott: What the heck got into him?
Snake: I guess his loss just hit him hard...whatever.
Senator: One last thing, Anthony, Kevin, you two made utter fools of yourselves last week, and we all know it. If I hear that you two go on a drunken spree again around here, I will indeed have your heads on a platter! And X...
FSX: I'm innocent, I tell you!
Senator: You know, I will leave you off the hook this time, but please keep away from the Capitalists in your free time...it is not good for either them, nor you, nor the Stable as a whole when you guys end up decimating any sense of sensibility. Now, I have more work to complete here, and some negotiations to finish up with, so get out of my office...that is, besides you, Mr. Kalb, and you Mr. Fitsharris, you two can continue cleaning up your mess...and that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:06:19 GMT -5
Segment: Shelter (Credit: Echo)
It was raining again that night.
There were times when I, somewhat irrationally, thought this kind of weather was following me. Across three countries now, I’d gotten caught up in thunderstorms every week. Just once, I’d have liked it to stop raining on me wherever the hell I went, so I could maybe go out and tan up a bit. Even last year’s vacation to Sapporo (in the summertime) was overcast as hell, and I spent the entire time in the resort, downloading the Magnolia soundtrack and staring at the ceiling.
Ugh. As soon as it passed through my mind, I felt petty. I had a thousand more things to feel stressed about, and the weather wasn’t something that I could afford to spend time complaining over.
I got to go in through the back entrance to the arena this time. Guess that meant I was “one of the guys” now, for what it was worth. Security identified me on sight, which was even better, and waved me through the doors, after which my first action was to shiver, violently. I was drenched, and the air conditioning in those halls was going full blast. Getting to the locker room they’d assigned me (215, the sheet said), and changing into something more work-appropriate, was going to have to be a priority before I froze to death, or worse yet, started “standing to attention” and had every man in the arena staring at my chest. So I did what was probably the dumbest thing I could’ve done, and took a brisk step forward like I was going to half-jog all the way there…stepped right in a puddle…slipped to one side…grabbed a wall and just barely saved myself from toppling in a heap. My sole saving grace was the fact that (thank you God, Jesus, Satan, Buddha, Odin, whoever’s watching) there wasn’t anybody else in the hall to see me sprawled against a wall, soaking wet, spreadeagled every which way trying to keep my balance.
I walked the rest of the way. Slowly. Cold be damned, looking bedraggled was preferable to looking like a spastic.
The 215 nameplate was right on the door, and large enough that I could see it from twenty feet away, like some kind of pillar of fire heading for the promised land. I guess they’d had people in it cleaning the place up for me, since the door was slightly ajar…that was nice of them, even if it wasn’t really necessary. I’m not really the kind of person who lives large, even when I can (which isn’t often, when you make about three and a half million yen a year); still, I appreciated the gesture. And anything looked hospitable after walking here from the parking lot in the god damned rain. There was a light on inside, which I could just barely see through the opening, and chances were there was a nice, warm heater or---
Something passed in front of the door as I moved to touch the handle.
I froze, and I do mean froze. Paralyzing irrationality can do strange things to somebody, and this time it grew legs, scampered up my shoulder, and screamed “THERE’S SOMETHING IN THERE” right in my ear. If I recall right I actually took a step backwards, like I was about to turn and run, but just kind of…stopped. After what was probably thirty seconds and felt more like an hour, some measure of reasonable thought took over and I shoved the door open, taking in the whole locker room in a sweeping glance. The light was coming from a lamp on the counter in front of a full-length, wall-to-wall mirror, although the overheads were off.
Nobody was there.
I made a quick detour and looked at the bathroom, which was the only other accessible place in the room. Nobody there either.
I went with my first reaction, and laughed. It was more of a snort than an actual laugh, truthfully, but it was a release of tension and that was really all I was after right now. My temples were throbbing again (did this headache ever go away?) and it was all I could do, after that little ‘incident’, not to humor myself by reaching up and massaging them. Maybe the shrinks were right. Maybe I’m crazy after all. That wasn’t completely fair, since they hadn’t said the c-word, but in so many words…yeah.
Oh well. It’s a mad world; at least I’d have company. For now, I needed to get de-water-logged and hit the gym, since Mr. Dwight had said there were more things that he wanted to go over with me. Apparently there’d be a “surprise” tonight.
Normally, I hated surprises, but looking back, tonight’s would prove to be the exception.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:06:39 GMT -5
Segment: Way of The Jobber (Credit: FSX)
The night is still young in theory, but everything that has already presented itself has proved to have a very negative impact on the audience in attendance. That is, of course, assuming we both interpret the term 'negative' in the same way, which is obviously the fact they have become obnoxiously loud with their cheers and cries of foul play. Something nobly petrifying, or horrid, would likely be the only realistic way to stop their onslaught of affection. But what could possibly succeed in something such as that? This is the type of question that could easily trouble young souls to an early demise, that is in fact, if Fallen Souls hadn't suddenly appeared on the alpha tron. With a groan from some in the audience, and a cheer from others, it appeared that this would be the defining moment of their reaction! For..the next five minutes anyway.
But by the look of Fallen's face,many may be quick to assume he has an ulterior motive to tonights events. Sure, he may be scheduled to do battle with the permanent light heavyweight champion, Jake Cheng, but the smirk on his lips says his plans for the after party may just be less then lawful; as are most of his plans to begin with. Still though, it is initially hazy as to why Fallen is already appearing this fine Meltdown, but is soon becomes evident as Kevin Anderson pokes his ugly head onto the screen. The b-list backstage personality seems to of secured some form of interview time with FSX, and he appears more then happy to oblige to it. They both stare at each other silently as those in attendance slowly quiet themselves, before Kevin finally speaks up.
Anderson: Well, if it isn't Fallen Souls... I haven't seen you around these parts in such a long while.
FSX: Indeed, you haven't, but I must admit I'm just as surprised to see you. I swear I left you for dead the last time we met.
Anderson: Yes...yes you did..
A tear comes to Kevin's eye, but he immediately turns his head away and continues.
Anderson: No matter what may of occurred between us in the past however, I'm pleased to be the first to interview you, upon your triumphant return to ACW.
FSX: Well, to be fair, I was going to be on Larry King, but I honestly didn't think he'd answer any question that needed answering.
Anderson: Heh...yeah...so true.
FSX: Good times.
Anderson: Anyway, seeing as you've been back with the company for nearly a month now and you haven't really explained your disappearance whatsoever, and despite the fact I have little interest myself in just where you've been, everyone else keeps asking me to find out. Where did you go?
FSX: Uh...well..I've actually already explained this, so maybe you weren't paying attention or something. Following last years seven deadly sins, I found myself on the brink of insanity, and inside a loonie bin. I spent the next ten months recuperating...well...roughly two months recooperating, the rest were spent attempting to get them to let me out. But they wouldn't!! Why the hell would they want to contain me to such a place?!
Anderson: Yes, but where did you go?
Fallen looks a bit taken back, before staring at him smugly and shaking his head. Kevin just smiles and nods, paying attention to those walking by his locker room. Kevin does love the people.
FSX: Fucking idiot...
Anderson: Uh huh...uh huh..
FSX: So, is that it then?
Anderson: Wha..? Oh no!! I've still got some more questions for you!
FSX: Such as...?
Anderson: Uh..well..hmm...How does it feel to of been gone so long, and to return to this all new world? I'm sure you must be in utter shock that everything has changed, just after a single night of sleep!
FSX: What..? That was Davey Fucking Marvel!!
Anderson: Oh...really? Well, gotta say, he's alot more interesting then you. I mean, forgetting everything that occurred in his life for two years? Raping Chewbaca? He accomplished all my dreams in five easy minutes!
FSX: You want to rape a fictional character...?
Anderson: What..?! No, that's disgusting! I just want a beard!
It appears that Fallen is beginning to regret his decision to do this interview more and more with each passing moment, as Kevin appears to reminisce of how childhood was for him without a beard. Just as Fallen gets up to leave, however, Kevin shoot up to stop him, urging him to return to his seat.
Anderson: Wait!..wait..at least let me ask you one more question.
FSX: I suppose there isn't any harm in that..aside from the fact it's an utter waste of time.
Anderson: Right!! So, Fallen..What are your thoughts on your upcoming contest against our highly successful light heavyweight champion, Jake Cheng, where you have failed time and time again.
FSX: What..? I haven't lost to Jake that many times!!
Anderson: Let's see....once....twice....three times..
Fallen continues to count of his defeats to the champion, that is of course until Fallen gives him a firm slap across the face. Tears in his eyes, Kevin stops his count and sits quietly.
FSX: Ok, listen up now because I'm only going to say this once! Jake follows the way of the jobber, despite any success he may of come to have over the years.
Anderson: Way of the jobber..?
FSX: Yes!! He spent too god damn long under the rule of BK London, and despite the fact he's rebelling against him now, I seriously doubt that it will last! He can't help but suck at the tit of Top Draw, and that's his problem! Seriously! I've never seen a time that Jake has stood alone, without the promise of someone coming to aid him! If it's not BK London, then it's that cameraman named Satan..or..whatever
Anderson: You mean..uh..Stan?
FSX: Right, right! He has no confidence in the ring unless he's sure someone will clean up his mess if he doesn't succeed! That's why I have absolutely no fear in fighting him tonight, or ANY night, despite the title and glory he may currently possess! Just because he's a success right this damn second, does NOT mean he deserves any of it!! I'm so damned tired of this!
Clearly visibly ticked off, he storms out of his own locker room and slams the door behind him, as Kevin continues to stare on with a blank expression.
Anderson: Well..that was mean...
As the interviewer shakes his head, many in attendance may wonder what truly sparked this new found life in Fallen. Known for lacking a serious focus, all of a sudden things seem to of changed. Could Kevin possibly have that effect on people? Or is there something else at play? The only thing for sure is that that exciting contest is coming up soon! Who will be the victor? Only time will tell...
Fade to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:07:23 GMT -5
Match 4: Fallen Souls vs Jake Cheng (Credit: TK) ..::MELTDOWN::.. JAKE CHENG VS. FALLEN SOULS ..::MELTDOWN::..
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Jake Cheng Age: 23 Height: 5'8 Weight: 200 lbs. Hometown: Hong Kong, China
Fallen Souls Age: 28 Height: 5'8 Weight: 192 Hometown: Seoul, South Korea “4 Words (To Choke Upon)” by Bullet For My Valentine hits the sound system, riling up the fans. They send their boos towards Jake Cheng, who is making his way out from the entranceway down the ramp. He brushes them off as if they didnt exist and then hops over the top rope into the ring where he raises both arms in the air as a show of protest toward these fans. They begin to boo even louder, but soon change over to cheers as soon as “Bel Air” by Malice Mizer hits the speakers. Out from the Senatorial Stable comes Fallen Souls! FSX is welcomed back to ACW with open arms by the fans, especially those in the camp of the Senatorial Stable. As he enters the ring, the fans are already chanting “Jake Sucks” and ready to support FSX with every strike. Both men circle one another and are ready. The only thing we are waiting for is the bell and there it is!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH HIGHLIGHT: Jake has had FSX in the palm of his hand for the early part of this match. To capitalize and perhaps pack this one in early, Cheng scales the top for the Moonsault, but FSX gets a second wind and leaps up to the top rope and nails Cheng with the Unseen Future! Cheng is driven into the mat and FSX makes the cover! One.. Two - KICK OUT! Cheng kicks out at two and the match continues. FSX with a pick up and an inverted atomic drop and then a combo with a clothesline! Cheng drops the mat and FSX still maintains control! He grabs Cheng by the hair, but Jake grabs his arm and twists him up and over down to the canvas. Cheng slaps on a arm bar on the mat, like a modified Chop Suey and keeps Fallen Souls it in for quite some time, before he manages to scoot his way to the ropes and get the break. MATCH HIGHLIGHT: Jake whips FSX into the ropes and is one step behind him all the way. FSX hits the ropes, and Cheng leaps up with a knee lift and nails FSX square in the chin with it, rocking him and sending him over the top rope and down to the floor below! Within seconds, the speedy Cheng hits the top rope and leaps off with a body splash that hits its mark on FSX below! Cheng with a quick pick up, but FSX knocks his hands away and hooks his head for an Even Flow DDT! Maxwell McNally: What a terrific counter by FSX! Cheng’s head is driven into the padded floor! It may be padded, but there is no doubt that hurt like hell! FSX picks up Cheng and rolls him into the ring and now scales the ring post to show off his ariel moves! He leaps off with a huge Senton Bomb that hits its mark and he quicky covers! One.. Two... Thre - KICK OUT! Cheng kicks out but barely. The match continues! MATCH FINISH: FSX nails Cheng with a dropkick in his mid section! Cheng is bent over in the middle of the ring and Fallen Souls hits the ropes and comes back for the Silence Scissor Kick! Cheng ducks out of the way and bounces a few steps back. He sees Fallen Souls wide open and trust me, thats not the place you want to be when you’re facing Cheng. Cheng takes advantage and nails Fallen Souls with a DEVASTATING SECOND HEARTBEAT. Fallen Souls drops like a sack of rocks and Cheng drops down and hooks the leg! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: JAKE CHENG! Smug and cocky as ever, Cheng rises up and has his hand raised. He looks at the fans and then points down to Fallen Souls, as if he was saying “I told you so”. Like him or not, Cheng is a man to respect. Tonight he showed us all why. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:09:36 GMT -5
Segment: Sympathy from the queen... This segment should make Senator happy (Credit: XS3)
In a feud that has been burning with hate from the very beginning, the people that pay to see the ACW wrestlers have all wondered who is the better submissionist of the two. The fans want to know who will choose to tap out first: Nick Durden or XS3? In fact, all this submission business almost made people forget what this feud's really about... the one who apparently caused all of this to happen, the wife of XS3, Christine Leon-Irvine.
Speaking of whom, she is currently seen walking the halls, looking down at the floor. Some of the staff members turn away from her as she softly brushes a strand of hair from her face. For Christine, trying to hide her shameful actions is easier said than done. She knows deep down inside, the whole XS3/Durden thing was caused by her blind actions. People seemed to think it was amusing to call her a whore when in actuality, she needed to let off some steam caused by her being apparently ignored by her husband. As she continues to walk and contemplate her actions that have affected everyone around her, she accidentally bumps into someone.
Person: "Hey, watch where you're going!"
Christine: "Oh dear... I'm so sorry; I didn't see--"
Christine turns around to meet the person she bumped into; it's Tonya "Tigress" Montana, a force that was once to be reckoned with in the Fallout Women's Division. Christine's eyes go wide as Tonya smirks.
Tonya: "Hey... I know you. You're Christine, XS3's bitch... er... wife."
The Tigress advances on Christine, who slowly takes steps backwards into the wall. She is finally cornered by Tonya, who doesn't seem to let her have a chance to escape.
Tonya: "Well, I heard all these rumors about you being a no-good, filthy whore so I had to come here and see it for myself. Heh, from the looks of you, I think everyone's right."
Christine: "Please... leave me alone..."
She goes to leave but Tonya pushes her back towards the wall. Another attempt to escape is once again blocked and when Christine tries to leave again, Tonya grabs her by the shirt collar and throws her up against the wall, getting in her face with a glare that would cause even Colossus Rhodes to run home with his tail between his legs... if he had a tail.
Tonya: "Listen to me, you little bitch. I've dealt with people like you in the past. I could easily break you in two right now if I could. But you know what, I'm feeling a little generous today. I'll let you go but all you have to say are these three words: 'I'm a whore'. Go ahead, confirm the obvious."
Christine tries to thrash out of Tonya's grip but it is no use.
Tonya: "Come on, say it! SAY IT!"
Christine: "I-- I'm..."
The last two words come out in almost a whisper. Tonya's eyes scream pleasure of seeing another woman suffer as she watches tears fall down Christine's face.
Tonya: "Louder!"
Christine: "...I'm a whore..."
Tonya: "LOUDER!"
Finally, Christine snaps and stops thrashing about. She looks into Tonya's eyes and counteracts with words of screaming fury.
Christine: "I'M A WHORE! I ADMIT IT, I CAUSED THIS WHOLE THING TO HAPPEN! I JUST WANT TO FUCKING DIE!"
Christine then tries to calm herself down after saying those words in an attempt to escape the Tigress' wrath. Tonya's grip loosens on Christine and she smiles, watching Christine break down. She then holds up a fist to Christine, who whimpers due to lack of a better reaction.
Tonya: "Don't worry, I'll help you out with that."
Tonya then rears back and looks to bash Christine's face in. All Christine can do is close her eyes and accept her fate. Little does she know that fists are indeed being flown... in the form of a left hand, a right hand and a spinning right hand variation. Christine opens her eyes and watches as Tonya lets her go and slumps down on the ground, eyes glazed over. Christine looks up and sees her unlikely savior... Ten-Ka the Jungle Queen.
Christine: "But... how..."
Ten-Ka: "Ten-Ka show up to stop Tonya from doing stupid things."
Christine pauses to wipe the tears off of her face before taking a step over Tonya and approaching Ten-Ka with a look that combines confusion with sadness.
Christine: "I don't get it, Ten-Ka. How come you stopped Tonya from bashing my face in? I thought you'd be like everyone else and shun me for what I've done."
Ten-Ka cocks her head from one side as her eyes show a rare side of her character... sympathy. She puts a hand on Christine's cheek and gently massages it.
Ten-Ka: "Ten-Ka save you because you need guidance. You say that you do bad things. Ten-Ka think you need to explain to XS3 why you do bad things."
Christine brushes another strand of hair from her face.
Christine: "But... how am I going to tell him? 'Oh, I'm sorry that I slept with Nick because I was going crazy.' He's never going to buy that."
Ten-Ka: "Ten-Ka not been in your shoes before but Ten-Ka tell you this: you go talk to XS3 and tell him you sorry for doing bad things. If you want marraige to last, you tell XS3 that you work things out with him. Ten-Ka think your marraige can be saved if you and XS3 talk. Tell XS3 why you did what you did. Maybe if XS3 listen, XS3 and Christine can be couple still."
Christine's reaction at the moment is disbelief. A Jungle Queen is giving her advice on how to save her marraige. She doesn't know what to make of this situation until she realizes... What Ten-Ka just said is true. All she needs to do is discuss things with her husband and maybe, just maybe, there's a slight possibility that everything will be okay in the end. A smile then appears on Christine's face as she wraps her around Ten-Ka and gives her a big hug.
Christine: "Thank you so much! I know what I need to do now!"
Christine then removes her arms from around Ten-Ka and takes off for the Entourage locker room, a new purpose set in her heart. Meanwhile, Ten-Ka slowly removes her gorilla mask and produces a small smile on her face.
Ten-Ka: "Ten-Ka's job done."
Meanwhile, Christine approaches the Entourage locker room and takes a deep breath. She opens the door... and finds no one in the room. That does not deter her, however, as she sits down on the couch and awaits for her husband to return.
And when he does, Christine now knows what she has to say.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:10:41 GMT -5
Segment: Heart Problems (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
Adrian sat by himself in the white sand of Venice Beach as he watched the sun slowly creep up from the horizon. He hadn’t slept well that night, but he hadn’t really slept too well recently anyway. Nursing a broken ego as well as sore limbs served as an adequate reminder that he probably shouldn’t drink on the job again. Lord, he shouldn’t even breath the same air as that psycho Scott Andrews. Lord only knew what would make that guy go off the deep end again. Regardless, his lesson from Scott was learned, but it was another lesson that bothered him. Starkweather’s analysis of his psyche still echo in his mind as he felt the cool sand rise up between his toes as he fixed his stare at the vast black ocean. A sort of déjà vu chill ran up his spine as the cold tide brushed the tips of his bare toes.
As a boy, Adrian was terrified of the ocean at night, which was odd considering he’d lived there his entire life. No, the ocean during the day was like a best friend, but when night time rolled around, he had to close his bedroom windows and not dare look at them. There was something about the black, dark ocean and it’s thunderous roars at night that sparked Adrian’s imagination into terrifying scenarios. It was so menacing… so evil. He used to have dreams of a giant squid surfacing from the water, bursting through his bedroom window with it’s tentacles, and dragging him to the bottom of deep, dark waters. All he knew was that if he could just hold out for the night, everything would be okay. The ocean during the day was a close friend with it’s warm waters and fresh, salty aroma. At night it was an enemy… a stranger… an unknown deity.
Adrian looked at the dark waters in front of him and felt the same as he did when he was a child. He didn’t know these waters, they weren’t his waters. He knew there was nothing there, and when the daylight struck, he could prove their was something else. In the dark though, the waters were too thick you couldn’t see your knees if you were up to your thighs with water. Perhaps that’s what was bothering him the most about Starkweather’s reading. Hell, if Adrian was a child and his parents sent him to Stark, he would probably tell little Adrian that by waiting his nights out, all he was doing was prolonging his terror.
That’s exactly what he had been doing in ACW. Adrian was the kinda guy that if something wasn’t going right, then it was everyone else’s fault but his own. He figured that if he simply waited around enough, things would fix on their own and everything would be fine until the next hiccup. Adrian Flamingo wasn’t the kinda guy who would except responsibility for his actions. However, now he was in a slump and didn’t know what to do. If he simply waited for things to get better, nothing would change this time. He’d be an old fool still waiting for his time at the top while everyone else climbed on to greatness. He wasn’t happy anymore. Enough was enough, it was time for a change.
The tide now rolled in touching the bottom of Adrian’s hips. The chill of the Pacific startled him from his deep thought, but he made no effort to stand up and move away. Adrian’s grandfather was a hard-working, blue collar steel mill worker in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania who he would see a few times a year when he was younger, mainly Christmas and Thanksgiving. Anyway, Adrian’ grandfather was nothing like his father. He was quiet and reserved, tough and determined - a real man’s man. The kinda guy that didn’t carry a conversation with you no matter how determined you were to get one, but if he ever said anything, you knew that you had better take it to heart.
“If you don’t like something in your life - fix it. If you’re not happy with your job, fix it. If you’re not happy with your body, fix it.”
So, what do you do if you don’t like the person you are today? It hit Adrian like a lightning bolt striking a lightning rod, and, for the first time in weeks, he knew what he needed to do. As the tide continued to roll in, Adrian welcomed the dark waters with a smile on his face, as if to say, “bring it, sister!” Starkweather was right, enough was enough and it was time for a change.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:13:35 GMT -5
Segment: Unwanted Visitor (Credit: Jake/BK)
As the scene opens up, we see BK London making his way down the ACW corridor in his wrestling attire while donned out in his own merchandise. His brand new t-shirt is marked up with the phrase "Shit Happens" and the FCC can't be too happy with this one. Also he has his very own skull cap covering the huge bandage over his head. He doesn't look too happy, and why would he be? Just 3 days ago he nearly got his head bashed in by Jake. Jake Cheng. The guy who brags about his Light Heavyweight Championship, like it's a real title or something. Anyway, the point is, BK is pissed.
He makes his way down the hallway, and what better way to calm his nerves than a coffee coolata - luckily Dunkin’ Donuts is sponsoring ACW tonight so everything's on the house and already set up in the hallway for the staff.
BK grabs a jelly donut and a ice coolata and continues his way down the hallway until he hears two familiar voices. He stops and slowly approaches the door, where he manages to peer in but quickly pulls his head back in fear of anyone seeing him.
In the open-doored locker room of the greatest Light-Heavyweight in ACW and thusly the ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion stand said champion, said champion's cameraman and said champion's newest accomplice, Ashley, who is currently posing as BK London's Number One Fan, Bryanna.
Jake: So, he said he is going to hear you out?
Ashley: Yup.
Jake: Wow, what a dumb....ok, this is perfect.
Ashley: So do you want me to attack BK or something?
Stan: That isn't too smart. BK would over-power you. Just attack Kiley.
Ashley: But then BK would break it up. It would be pointless. Maybe I bring a concealed weapon.
Stan: That wouldn't do shit, you don't hit hard enough.
Ashley: Fuck you, I don't see you...
Jake: Both of you shut it, this is how it will happen.
They both look over at Jake as Jake collects his final thoughts.
Jake: Ashley, I'm not going to put you in any danger. So while you apologize, I'm going to sneak down through the crowd. I'll sneak behind London and take him out. Then you do whatever you want. Deal?
Ashley & Stan: Deal.
Jake: Great. Now you have to excuse me as I have more not wrestling to do.
Stan: I'll join you.
They both hope over the couch and turn on the television, managing to be hypnotized in the first couple of seconds. Ashley sighs.
Ashley: Boys.
Ashley goes over the fridge, hopefully to make some sandwiches for the boys or something like that. The camera zooms out. Hopefully she is going to make something for the unwelcomed guest.
BK London can only smile at what he has stumbled upon this evening, and he can't decide which is more delicious - knowing the plan, or this jelly donut. Yummmm...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:14:32 GMT -5
Segment: Retribution (Credit: Andrew Williams/Ross Lambert for his lines)
The scene opens to a close-up shot of a deep wound surrounded by dark hair, matted with blood. From one side of the shot a long needle appears and penetrates the flesh inside the wound, causing a good deal of blood to pool inside of the wound. As we zoom slowly out a hand comes into shot wearing latex gloves and clutching a curved needle. The hand moves slowly across and begins stitching up the wound. We zoom out further and the focus is taken off the medic’s skilled hands and onto another pair of hands, a pair in which a taped right is slowly applying tape to the left. Further zooming reveals that the wound, and taped hands, belong to none other than Andrew Williams.
Directly in front of him the ACW head medic is carefully finishing the stitching up of his head, a concerned expression on his face. To his right mentor, Mr. Kaito, and personal trainer, Stuart Drummond, are looking on. They, too, seem concerned.
Kaito: I don’t think this is a good idea.
Williams: I know what you think and as much as I respect you I can’t ask you to understand. This is something I have to do.
Drummond: I gotta agree Andrew…Kaito--
Mr. Kaito shoots him a frosty look.
Drummond: Oh yeah, sorry…sorry, Mister Kaito has a point. There’s a time and a place and now…isn’t it.
Williams: Yes, I know all that but I can’t let this lie, it’s a matter of honour!
Medic: I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to interject. In my professional opinion you can’t go ahead with your plan, you could easily split open those stitches and open up the wound even more.
Williams: Yes! I KNOW THAT, BUT--
He stops, taking a deep breath as he composes himself.
Williams: I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shout. I’ve explained my situation and I’m not changing my mind!
Williams stands abruptly, fastening his mask as he reaches a vertical base then clicks his neck and heads for the door.
Williams: Go time.
He heads hastily through the door and down the corridor, visibly psyching himself up as he does so. He reaches the area behind the main stage above the entrance ramp and stands in front of the curtain, bouncing slightly, as a backstage worker scurries over to him. He soon scuttles away and after around a ten second period the opening synth can be heard playing out inside the arena.
The camera switches to the hard camera of the ACW arena as the lights dim and green laser lights circle the audience slowly in time with the noise of the synth, slowly picking up speed as the instrumental builds. Then as the guitar kicks in the lights flash in time, then flash red and green simultaneously as the clapping occurs. Immediately after, as the lead singer screams the opening words, the arena light come back on to reveal Andrew Williams, complete with Golden Tiger mask, with his arms spread.
He strides down the ramp, with a purpose, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans and keeping his eyes locked on the ring, which he slides into to ensure he wastes as little time as possible. He heads straight over to the ropes, demanding a mic.
Williams: Ross Lambert! Get out here RIGHT now!
Williams stares intently up the ramp and waits for around ten seconds before he begins pacing as “PUUUSSSYY” chants start up from the audience. He waits another ten seconds before bringing the mic back up to his lips.
Williams: Get out here NOW you self-serving, arrogant, smug, overconfident--
He is cut off as the Alphatron lights up with an image of Ross Lambert, sporting a typical cocky smirk.
Lambert: Andy, Andy, Andy…who the FUCK do you think you are?! You don’t deserve to be in the same company as the great Ross Lambert, let alone the same ring! Isn’t one beating enough for one evening?
Williams: Maybe next time you should try it without your goon squad and see just how far you get. Thing is…we both know that you’re afraid to step into the ring with me! You know I’d humiliate you if we faced off one-on-one, and you cant deny it!
Lambert: NEVER talk to ME, ME like that ever again! YOU are nothing but a WORM, a MAGGOT…SMEARED on the bottom of my SHOE! But, seeing as you appears to want ANOTHER beating I’ll send my friend down, you know Kenji right?!
Lambert smirks as “Biomechanic Man” by Lordi roars onto the speaker system and the camera pans into the crowd where Kenji is shown at the cheap seats, he walks down in black baggy pants with red stars on them and Kenji combing his hair with his finger confidently, the crowd boo loudly as he walks down the stairs heading for the ring. He eventually makes it down to floor level and the crowd scatter as he goes to the crowd barrier, he simply climbs over the barrier and then hops up onto the apron and glares menacingly at Williams, who proceeds to gingerly remove his mask, taking care not to split his stitches.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:15:55 GMT -5
Impromptu Match (Credit: Andrew Williams)
Philip is in deep discussion with the timekeeper who simply shrugs his shoulders and can be seen mouthing “go for it”.
Philip: The following match is an Impromptu Match and will be scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute Time Limit! The first competitor, from Orange County, California and weighing in at 220lbs…“Golden Tiger” Andrew WIILLLIIAAMMSS!! And his challenger, from Kyoto, Japan and weighing in at 400lbs…“God’s Titan” Kenji ZAKAHAAAAAAASHI!!
Zakahashi is still stood on the apron, glaring down at Williams whilst cracking his knuckles, an intimidating grin on his face as he prepares himself for the destruction of his opponent, however, Williams wastes little time in getting things going, coming off the opposite ropes and leaping into the air to connect with a running dropkick that sends the giant crashing off the apron and into the guardrail and gives Williams a touch landing inside the ring. Kenji snarls as he licks the blood off his bottom lip and climbs hastily into the ring, seeming fuelled by the taste of his own blood. He lifts Williams up for a Stalling Vertical Suplex and holds him up to allow the blood to rush to his head. This, however, is a mistake as Williams drives his right boot into Kenji’s face three times in quick succession, forcing him to drop him. As soon as he lands on his feet Williams begins hacking away at Kenji’s knee with a series of lightning-fast kicks which connect directly with the joint. Kenji grimaces as he attempts swat Williams away, only to have him avoid it, this infuriates Kenji further and he lifts Williams up for a Jacknife Powerbomb and drives him maliciously to the mat. He then covers him…
…1
…2
…Kickout! Williams manages to force his shoulder up, despite the great pressure forcing him down to the mat, and rotates quickly so he is on his feet, drilling kicks into Kenji’s left knee with a frightening pace once more. Even Kenji, behemoth that he is, cannot last through the pain for too long and inevitable sinks to a knee, at which point Williams darts off the ropes and drills him with a Shining Yakuza Kick. As Kenji flops backwards Williams rolls him up with a Jacknife pin…
…1
…Kenji powers out marginally before the referee can count to two, his nostrils flaring and a hideous scowl on his face. He lets out a roar as he finds his feet and drills the running Williams with a brutal Big Boot which bounces the back of Williams’ head off the mat, spilling blood as his stitches burst. Seeing an opportunity, Kenji hauls Williams to his feet and lifts him up to drill him down with an Intense Therapy (Brainbuster) before covering him…
…ONE
…TWO
…THR--NO! Williams somehow forces himself to kick out despite the blood now pouring from his head. He gets shakily to his feet and sprints forward to connect with a Running Forearm which barely moves Kenji, as he attempts for a second he collides with Kenji’s hand as he connects with a Brain Chop. He covers…
…ONE
…TWO
…THR--NO! Once more Williams manages to kick out, only this time he roars and pumps his fist as he finds his feet, much to the approval of the ACW fans, then sprints forward and drives his boot straight into the face of “God’s Titan” which sends the big man tumbling into the ropes, thinking fast, Williams sprints up the turnbuckle and leaps off, twisting to connect with a Sankakugeri which drops Kenji to his knees. This opens up the opportunity for Williams to sprint off the ropes and connect with his trademark Kaito Knee Strike, performed in homage to his mentor. He covers, and the fans count along…
…“ONE”
…“TWO”
…“THR--BOO!” This time it is the turn of the giant to kick out marginally before the three count, however, this doesn’t phase Williams as you can visibly see him getting more and more pumped up. As Zakahashi gets to his feet, Williams drills him with a kick to the midriff and hooks his arms in an attempt to lift him up for the Tiger Bomb. Unfortunately for Williams, Kenji weighs nearly double what he does and he is unable to complete the manoeuvre, instead he finds himself being tossed over the man mountain’s head to land painfully on his back. Williams quickly springs back to his feet though and lurches forward to hit a Running Dropkick to Kenji’s midriff, doubling the big man over. Williams then wastes no time in kicking him directly in the face with a Hangetsu which lands the big man on his “Glutious Maximus”. The crowd then cheer loudly as Williams comes energetically off the ropes to connect with the Kaito Knee Strike for a second time in the match. He covers and the crowd, once more, count along with the referee…
…“ONE”
…“TWO”
…“THREE!!”
The audience erupts with cheers as Williams rolls off the defeated giant and leaps to his feet, holding one arm aloft in triumph and wrapping the other round the back of his head to cover the now gaping wound on the back of his head.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 16:22:44 GMT -5
Segment: See New Places, Meet New People, Kick Them In The Face (Credit: Echo/AK)
ACW’s training room remains as stubbornly unglamorous as ever as Echo walks in. She sighs, looking around her; the place is quiet, in fact oddly quiet for a show night.
Deserted, eerily so at that. What with the "I have a surprise" thing earlier, the ridiculous notion occurred to me that Dwight and all the gym were hiding and intended on popping out and yelling "Happy birthday". And it was not my birthday.
In retrospect, you could ask me how I was sure, but I'd probably just elbow you in the face.
It was definitely not my birthday.
??: Good to see you again, thanks for coming out in this weather.
Tim Dwight comes out of the small storeroom, a towel draped over his shoulders. For a man advancing comparatively in wrestling age, he’s impressively toned. Echo raises just a hint of an eyebrow.
“It’s fine.” I walked over to the same ring used last time around, running a hand over the worn and scarred canvas. There’s something just right about a slightly shabby ring; it’s real, for want of a less clichéd term. No veneer to obscure what you should really see, no bells and whistles to get caught up in. People should be the same way.
Dwight looks up at the clock on the gym wall with a slight frown.
Dwight: Hmm, I would have thought-
The doors opened without warning; if I hadn’t already dealt with that particular little stress this evening, I might just have been startled. The first thing in the room was a Pit Bull, straining at a leash, and behind it was a woman I hadn't seen yet, trying for all she was worth to corral the dog. Difficult to tell who was leading the parade.
Alicia comes into the room with as much control and dignity as she can muster, considering that her canine companion seems to want to go in any direction other than the one Alicia favours. Dwight is a bit taken aback by the unconventional entrance. Dwight: Please, tell me this isn’t some insane attempt to outdo those idiot women with Chihuahuas.
Alicia switches hands on the lead, and the Pit Bull patters back and forth, inscribing a half-circle behind her as she smiles apologetically.
Alicia: Blame Victor, after what went on last week he insisted that I brought some “protection” with me. I’m not quite sure what Pacino is supposed to protect me from, unless it’s some kind of attack involving steak or dog treats.
Pacino calms down a little and starts snuffling the ground. Alicia takes this brief opportunity and ties his lead off to a set of wall mounted bars away from the ring where he’ll be safe. Realising he’s confined, Pacino growls a little; Alicia taps her index finger against the point between her eyes and then points at Pacino, signaling that she’s well and truly got his number.
She drops her bag from her shoulder, and turns to follow Dwight over to where Echo is waiting.
Looking back, it seems almost inappropriate that it started in such a low key kind of way.
The woman in question had a straight, easy step, the kind that conveys just a hint of alertness without being all bunched up and tense. Her clothes weren’t particularly flashy or expensive, so... obviously not one of the divas or from the wardrobe department. Definitely not the "man without the balls" type either. I found myself wondering if I was missing the point of this whole thing, but good things supposedly come to those who wait. So I did.
Alicia takes her first real look at the woman standing next to the ring. She stands casually, but there’s no mistaking the fact that she could defend herself or spring into action in the blink of an eye. Though not immediately beautiful in the classic sense, she is definitely striking. The few details which Dwight has given all fit, but Alicia is sure that there’s far more to discover.
Dwight: Echo, I’d like to introduce you to Alicia Laureano.
The two women smile at one another, not coldly, but with a certain amount of mutual reserve. It’s obvious that neither name rings any sort of bell.
Alicia: Hi, pleased to meet you.
She had the kind of voice that made you take her seriously, too. Not eardrum-puncturing shrill, and not testosterone-overdose scratchy.
Dwight motions toward the ring.
Dwight: I’ve asked Alicia if she’ll run through a few things with you. After seeing your skills on Monday, I’d like to see how you handle a veteran rather than our trainees. Do you have any objections?
Oh, so that's what this was about. I'd been hoping for one of those huge Bob Sapp-looking types, the kind that was an obvious workout, but I'll take what I can get. Anyway, they’d probably start off by putting me against other female talent, so I figured I may as well find out how far I can go before they start cutting my pay for damages. "None."
Both women slide into the ring; Alicia performs a short sequence of stretches to prepare her muscles, and Echo carries out a similar routine. After a minute or so, Dwight catches both their eyes.
Dwight: All right. Let’s just start off by seeing who can set up a pin attempt, we won’t worry about a count to start.
The ladies need no further prompting, and begin to circle, watching one another carefully. Echo quickly gets the measure of her opponent’s movement and darts forward at speed, flicking out a kick; Alicia jumps sideways, and then immediately jumps back, so that Echo’s follow up also misses its mark. Not skipping a beat, Echo pivots around into a high angled, swinging calf kick; Alicia has to react even more quickly and ducks before rolling backward to evade a low mule kick. She twists sideways, bringing her hands up as she rises into a defensive position, thus just about foiling a flurry of palm strikes. At about the fifth strike, Echo breaks off the attack and takes a step backward, with a hint of a smile.
She was faster than I'd expected; a cut above the kids from last time, I'd say. Dwight must want to see how I’ll respond to someone who doesn’t just try to out-batter me. Well. Good evasion skills do not a decent challenge make. It was time to see if there were more dimensions to my new plaything.
Alicia is impressed; this woman clearly isn’t going to be led into wasting her energy, and she’s one swift lady to try and dodge. The adrenaline is starting to rally inside; there’s something captivating about her sparring partner. Speaking of which, it’s about time she found out just what the new recruit brings to the bunfight on that front.
She advances toward Echo, lifting her hands as she does so; Echo gets the message, and the pair of them engage in a grapple. Echo has a powerful grip and tries to throw her opponent quickly, but Alicia resists and lowers her shoulder, bringing to bear her experience against both male and female competitors. She gets traction, and pushes Echo back toward the ropes; Echo’s retreat is controlled, and as Alicia attempts to shift her grip for a suplex, she gets just a little too close and Echo opens up with all guns blazing. Applying a restraining headlock, she lets fly with a series of knee strikes forceful enough to make anyone’s innards churn, then pushes her opponent back and uses the ropes to accelerate into a crushing elbow. Alicia drops, and Echo makes the cover; even before Dwight can speak, Alicia kicks out instinctively with enough strength to push Echo clear of her.
Echo has to remember that this is not an actual match, and prevents herself from continuing her attack. Alicia rubs her abdomen a little, and gives Dwight a wry smile.
Alicia: Right, I see exactly what you mean. I have to take my hat off to you, Echo, you hit like a steam-hammer.
Two conflicting strains of thought were running through my mind right then. The first, which was fairly obvious, was a pretty frantic attempt to inhibit my killer instinct. I'd probably have mounted and elbowed away while she was down there if good sense hadn't gotten the better of me.
The other was a slowly-growing feeling of intrigue. She adapted better than I could've hoped, and to be perfectly honest I hadn't expected her to get up from those strikes as fast as she had. Any admiration she seemed to be feeling was mutual.
I raised an eyebrow. “You want to try that again?" The answer wasn't slow in coming….. Yes. I know that look when I see it.
Dwight can see that both women are ready for more. He checks that they are both ready and paying attention.
Dwight: Excellent. This time, it’s pinfall or submission, with a time limit of two minutes. Give it everything, ladies…. Begin!
This time, no one’s pussyfooting around. Alicia lunges forward and connects with a rib kick; Echo answers with one of her own. As she gets close, Alicia grasps her arm and whips her strongly into the ropes; Echo hits them and comes back like a comet, straight into a back body drop from her foe. She flips in the air and lands on her feet; but she is bent over momentarily, and Alicia takes a big risk, leapfrogging over Echo on to the second rope. She hops over on to the apron, guessing correctly that Echo will move forward to avoid any immediate attack; by the time Echo turns, Alicia is already getting up on the turnbuckle. Not the type to stand around, Echo runs forward; she’s too quick for Alicia to turn it into a Victory Roll, so Alicia opts to simply jump over her, landing on her feet. Echo turns on a ninepence and the two women are suddenly head to head; they trade a whole stream of fierce blows until they both back off slightly, having each inflicted a touch of dizziness on one another.
Echo is now wholly absorbed in the match, and without so much as a moment of hesitation she detects her opponent’s weakness, and throws herself into the ropes to trigger her Take 2 Nap (rebound Yakuza Kick). Alicia has only a single chance to see it coming; she can’t dodge, so instead she unleashes everything she has into a single screaming EMP (R-15). Echo connects viciously, but experiences instant karma as Alicia’s own strike lands unopposed, and both drop to the canvas, dazed and most definitely feeling the force of the other’s attack.
Dwight: Whoa, I think that’s plenty, the two minutes is just about up. Are you both okay?
Alicia has to take a moment to refocus her vision before giving the thumbs-up and picking herself off of the mat. She has no wish to cause actual injury to her opponent, and fortunately she has a strong feeling that Echo has dealt with a lot worse. “I’m good”. For once, it wasn't a throwaway phrase; I did actually feel good, very good in fact, better than I had for about a month. There was still some lingering pain in the back of my head, but it’s far removed from that incessant throbbing. Hell, I felt alive. This kind of stuff, I can take and deal out in spades.
If everybody in the federation fought like this woman, I was set for life. Worthy of a compliment? I'd say yes.
"You're good," I offered, with a gracious half-bow. "Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."
Alicia marshals her hair back into some sort of order, and nods.
Alicia: Yes, yes I did, very much.
She extends a hand. Echo looks at her for a moment, then accepts it. Dwight looks satisfied, and looks at the clock again.
Dwight: Great. Listen, I’ve got the rest of the trainees coming in soon, and I think I’ve seen enough now to be able to advise the bookers on where you should slot in, Echo. Thank you both for your time this evening.
Dwight leaves the women to finish up as he goes to get the rest of the gym in order. There threatens a moment of awkward silence, but it is broken when Echo notices that Alicia is looking at her with a slight but noticeable concentration.
I don’t really like to be stared at, but then who does? It wasn't the good kind of stare either, she was just sort of...concentrating, until I cleared my throat. "Is something wrong?"
Aiicia: Oh, I’m sorry, how rude of me. It’s nothing… kind of silly, really.
She had my interest, though I wouldn't have admitted it. When you go as long without real contact as I tend to, sometimes I guess you develop...idiosyncrasies about this kind of thing. "Try me."
Alicia: Well, you see… when we were in the ring, right in the middle of the session, I had the strangest feeling. Almost a kind of familiarity. But I’m sure it’s just one of those things… I’ve wrestled a lot of people.
The first time I'd ever gotten the "you seem kind of familiar" line, my heart had shot up into my sinuses and I'd grilled them for god only knew how long about it. Now, about a year later, when she said that, the only thing I felt was bitterness. Whatever divine governing being had decided to have everyone I come across say that to me was a real bastard.
"...Oh." I hoped my voice didn't give away what was going in my head.
Alicia shrugs. She doesn’t want to put any sort of pressure on her new rostermate, and yet she is also aware of how isolated one can become in a new environment.
Alicia: Anyway… thanks for tonight, Echo, I know you’ll be a real revelation here. Listen, if you ever find yourself at a loose end, just knock on my locker room door. I’d really like to train with you some time if you’re free, I’m sure I could learn a lot about the MMA style from you, if you’d be so kind. And I’d be more than happy to introduce you more thoroughly to ACW.
"I believe I'll take you up on that. Thank you, Alicia.” Names usually go straight out of my head, so...that was a bit unexpected.
It's a sign, said the incredibly irrational voice in my head. Echo, you just made a friend! And while I'd normally disregard anything that voice has to say, I had to agree that perhaps, just perhaps, she was the friend I’d been looking for all this time.
Alicia smiles, and unties Pacino from the wall bars; she has to ruffle his head to make the dozing dog wake up. She gives Echo a wave before Pacino drags her out through the double doors, doubtless keen to get home and be spoiled.
Echo smiles as well, a full smile; her day hasn’t turned out to be so bad after all.
Fade.
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