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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:40:56 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #92 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
February 10th, 2006 Okinawa, Japan The Mall
Still no leads on Stanton…but on the upside, another criminal is off the street.
Yoko and Sarin, in their superhero personas Gatogal and Frost, have apprehended a villain within the mall and taken her out back, hands bound. She’s an American dressed as Emma Frost.
Sarin: You make me sick, sullying Emma’s name. You’re not even creative enough to make your own persona up. I’ve met some bad people, but at least they were original.
Yoko: I suppose you wanted diamonds like everyone else?
Emma: Actually I was going for cellphones to resell.
Sarin: …You make me sick.
Yoko: Not to mention you’d be caught in an instant for that.
Sarin rin-kicks Emma across the face, knocking her bony ass out.
Yoko: Someone strike a nerve?
Sarin: She could at least have ripped off a loser like Jubilee! Emma Frost is too great of a character to just be stolen, and for what? Phones? I-
Yoko tunes out the rant, which she’s heard before, and beeps her watch to contact Yuki.
Yuki: Got him already?!
Yoko: No tricks, no toys, no skill. Didn’t think it through. Also, he was a she.
Sarin: Pretending to be Emma Frost, no less!
Yuki: I’m contacting the police now, if someone there hasn’t already.
Yoko: Great. We’ll tie her to a car and split.
Sarin: She makes me sick.
Yuki: If you want to come back home, I think I have a possible lead here.
Yoko and Sarin are already running home, not even responding to Yuki…or tying up Emma. Seconds after they’re gone, two police cars pull into the rear mall parking lot. She awakens as they lift her up, and tries to woo them with her large, fake breasts. She gets pepper sprayed and thrown into a backseat.
Remember kiddies, if you get implants, cops will mace you!
To Be Continued…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:41:31 GMT -5
OTA Segment: “Finally” Credit: T-Kiss
3:25 A.M. - Tuesday Morning
[“PLEASE DON’T PASS OUT.... PLEASE DON’T PASS OUT” are the only words echoing through his mind as he watches Sommers stumble through his apartment door, looking both exhausted and enthused at the same time. She finds her current condition rather amusing as shown in her laughter as she falls onto a nearby chair.]
Anna *laughing*: Nice place ...
Thunderkiss: It serves its purpose. Flying back and forth from here to LA every week, well, it’s a real pain so I’ve been living here a lot.
Anna: It could use a woman’s touch, that’s for sure.
Thunderkiss: So could I...
[He leans down and softly kisses her. She pushes her own lips into his ... no resistance, no regret. Seconds later, both collapse on a nearby couch where fingers begin to pull on clothing and mouths gasp for air. Before the situation can escalate further, Thunderkiss wrenches his body up, straddling Anna around her waist. He gazes down upon her, his body ready to explode after weeks upon weeks of frustration.]
Thunderkiss: Tonight you are mine.
[Thunderkiss collapses onto her, his tongue flicking a line from her mouth downwards, causing her to reach out with both hands and tightly grab the couch. They remained there for hours, until the rays of the morning sun started to shine from the horizon. Before he finally closed his eyes, bringing the night to an end, he gazed down upon Anna where he watched her body breathe against his. Finally, the king had his queen and all was right in Thunderkiss’ world. He winched as he thought about what may happen in the morning when Anna would eventually awaken from her drunken slumber, but those thoughts soon disappeared all together. It was time to live in the present, not dwell on the future.
TK finally closed his eyes and clutched Anna as tight as he could. Alas, the night was over, but the memories of this night would last forever.]
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:42:22 GMT -5
Match 3: Hunter vs Adrian Flamingo (Credit: Jason Freeman)
Right from the start, the fans knew they were in for a treat, as the two men got up to each other and stared each other down. Flamingo made the first move with a slap, right to Hunter's cheek. Hunter looks enraged, and instantly charges forward hitting the Dynamite (Kick to stomach, and then jumping into a DDT). Flamingo hit the mat hard, and Hunter got up, and attempted to put him into the Bear Trap (camel clutch). Flamingo however, only having taken one move, was not going to go down that easily. He gets up to his feet, after wriggling out from under Hunter. Hunter goes for a punch, but Flamingo ducks, and then fires up with some punches right to Hunter. Flamingo hits a hard punch that makes Hunter fall backwards, and Flamingo poses, but Hunter rebounds off of the ropes, and hits an intense lariat! Flamingo hits the ground hard, and Hunter goes for a pin...1....2...but Flamingo kicks out.
For the next few minutes, Hunter and Flamingo fight back and forth. Hunter gets a few good counters in, but Flamingo gets some good shots in as well. Eventually, Flamingo tries to end things early, by getting Hunter up for the 1980 Flamingo Special, however Hunter slips off his shoulders and kicks Flamingo in the knee, causing him to fall down for a second. Hunter charges to the ropes for the Floyd kick, but Flamingo moves out of the way. Hunter loses his balance for a second, and Flamingo runs to the ropes and hits a springboard axehandle. The impact causes Hunter to fall into the corner. Flamingo charges forward and NAILS the A.D.H. Knee. Flamingo drags Hunter out of the corner and goes for the three count...but Hunter kicks out at two 1/2.
Flamingo manages to actually get Hunter down a few times, but eventually, Hunter's experience comes into play. Flamingo tries to hit the 1979 Flamingo special, but Hunter manages to counter it right into the Thunderstorm. From that point on, Hunter begins to dominate the match a bit. Flamingo manages to escape a few trademark moves, however Hunter manages to counter most of Flamingo's attempts at a comeback. Hunter gets a few minutes of domination, before deciding it's time to end this...He lifts up Flamingo and hits him with the Land Mine Dolphin. He then approaches him, ready to finish this with the APM...and then Flamingo begins to crawl into the corner, apparently using his last bit of energy. Hunter smiles and then he backs into the corner and turns to the crowd. He motions towards Flamingo....Flamingo begins to get to his feet, and Hunter awaits him. Flamingo finally stands up and begins to turn around, and Hunter charges...
SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
THUD! And that's not the thud of Hunter's boot hitting Flamingo's chest...it's the thud of Hunter's head hitting steel! Flamingo crawled to the turnbuckle, and he took off the padding on the second buckle. When Hunter charged forward, Flamingo ducked and at the same time, kicked out Hunter's leg. Hunter fell forward and hit the turnbuckle hard, and Flamingo yanked him up quickly. He turned him around, and quick, before he could recover, hit him with the 1979 Flamingo Special 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!!!!!
Phillip: Here is your winner...ADRIAN FLAMINGO!!
Flamingo gets up and looks shocked, but happy that he has managed to defeat Hunter...a former ACW champion, and a veteran. Hunter finally manages to get to his feet, and he looks furious, but Flamingo is long gone...and Hunter is forced to walk to the back, disappointed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:43:26 GMT -5
Segment: The Response (Credit: Latino)
As the last match is still in the mind of the fans the cameras cut to the backstage arena. The cameramen catch up with the Chairman of ACW as he walks inside his office. He sits down and for a few seconds he finds a form of quiet and piece....that is until a shadow shows on his desk. The Chairman looks up with a surprised look and the camera pans back to reveal that it is none other than Latino. The fans let out a loud pop as the former World Champion is dressed in no wrestling gear tonight. It's clear that he got the message from last Warfare but that definitely hasn't stopped him from showing up tonight. The two men now stare at one another for a few moments as their history between one another jump through their memory. Ginger finally stands up and is the first to break the silence.
Ginger: Well, well, well you showed up. I just knew that you would come here. What do you want? To beg for a new contact?
Latino: .....no jefe....you see I don't need to beg. That's not my style....never has been....never will. Que quiero......what I want is to fight for my contract. Go ahead put me in a match and I'll win it. That's what you want right?
Latino walks closer to the chairman as it's become ever more clear that he is not afraid of what has transpired over the past few days.
You want to have some big match that will be another "Latino's career on the line" stipulation. You want to get the big buyrates and ratings. So go ahead do it. Assign me someone to fight. Bring on your bodyguards, I honestly don't care.
The fans outside in the arena are cheering out loud as Ginger straightens his tie. He stands closer to Latino as he also shows no fear.
Ginger: No.
Latino: What?
Ginger: You heard me. I said no. I have no incentive to sign you to another contract at all. We already have enough "latinos" on this roster that can easily take your place. So please....leave this office now before I order security to do it for yourself.
Latino moves to leave but he stops himself as he turns his head back to chairman.
Latino: Mira, chico. This is my life plain and simple and if you think I'll let you stop me this early.....then you don't know me.
Latino walks towards the doorway and as he grabs the doorknob the Chairman speaks up one more time.
Ginger: Oh, Latino. I almost forgot. I have a restraining order for you. Now please don't make some other "brave" comment because I am a busy man. So, I'll let you read it over on your own time, but the sum of it is that if I ever see you on ACW grounds for even the fraction of a second I will take legal action.
Latino takes the forms as he looks down at it and then back at Ginger. He nods his head and then quietly leaves the office. The Chairman watches his former employee leave as the scene fades to black.
* Fade to black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:44:01 GMT -5
Segment: X marks the spot, but K’s where it’s at (Credit: BK/AK)
Oh, ACW corridors, how do we love thee? Let us count the ways…
…actually, let’s put that idea on the back burner, otherwise we’re going to miss the important tactical discussions which are at this very moment taking place in one of the myriad of locker rooms backstage.
The crowd pops as BK London is shown on screen, his brow creased with concentration.
BK: It’s all about anticipation, Alicia. It's all about knowing what your opponent is going to do just that little bit before he consciously knows it himself or knows that you know, that he knows what he's going to do of course.
BK is stanced with his legs slightly forward, arms raised in a ready position. As he stands, his eyes never leave the spot in front of him.
There is another pop as the shot switches, and Alicia Laureano appears in the frame. She too is slowly adopting a prepared pose, her attention focused on something not quite in view.
The angle cuts back to BK; he doesn’t even blink. A second shot of Alicia, she too is like a statue. Her voice is soft and completely calm, yet loaded with intent when she speaks.
Alicia: He’s not going to be allowed to play these games any more…
BK: You got that right… now, on my mark, show me what you’ve got. One… two…
…And it all happens at once. Alicia moves first, leaping forward and snatching at her quarry. He evades, jumping high… but BK is too fast for him, and tackles like only the Showstopper can. The two of them come crashing down with a thud, and the restrained one whines through gritted teeth…
Alicia walks over, and looks down, folding her arms. The camera finally gives a clear shot, and reveals BK bearhugging the struggling form of Pacino the Pitbull. The canine has what looks distinctly like one of BK’s boots in his jaws; AK takes hold of it and after a brief tug-of-war finally gets it back. She clips Pacino’s lead on before BK lets him go; Pacino barks and yo-yos back and forth a bit, but AK makes sure he can’t get hold of anything else in the room. BK wipes his brow.
BK: Damn, woman, that dog just gets worse with age. What the hell are you two feeding him?
Alicia: I know, sorry about that.
BK: Couldn’t you have left him in your own locker room while we talked?
Alicia: Yes, but he’d probably have taken it apart while I was away. Victor keeps saying he’ll train him better, but so far Pacino seems to have trained him into tolerating his whirlwind nature instead.
BK smirks as Alicia ties the mildly mad mutt up to one of the lockers, and then perches on a spare chair.
BK: So… tonight’s match. It’s not going to be easy.
Alicia: Indeed not.
A pause. Beyond stating the obvious, it’s hard for the two of them to know how best to approach the problem. Eventually, Alicia puts forward a suggestion.
Alicia: Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you should be careful and try to look after yourself out there tonight. I have no doubts whatsoever that Wyvern and Stark will take any opportunity they get to land you with a strain or an injury heading into Heatwave.
BK: I can take care of myself, thanks.
Alicia smiles and looks at the floor for a moment.
Alicia: Yeah, I know that, really. It’s just…
She tails off. BK looks at her questioningly, and Alicia puts her hands down flat on her thighs with a short exhalation of breath.
Alicia: It just gets to me sometimes that no one seems to do anything honestly around here anymore. It’s constant backbiting, backstabbing, and the wrestling comes a distant second. I know that we’ve indulged in shady tactics of our own in the past, but when it all came down to the wire, I always believed that ACW people had the balls to back up all their walking and talking with outstanding matches. Once we got in that ring, everything else would just fade away…
She sighs gently. BK slowly laces up his rescued boot.
BK: You can’t expect things to stay the same forever. People change, and the places they’re in change with them. ACW has gone through a drastic change since our earlly days 3 years ago, but that doesn’t mean that things have to change for the worse.
Alicia looks slightly puzzled. BK looks at her; his gaze is always powerful, but tonight it is also warm with understanding.
BK: Here’s a pop quiz for you. What’s the one thing in ACW which is the same on every show?
Alicia thinks about this. The crew? No. The audience? Of course not. The equipment? Unlikely, given the rate at which the roster likes to break things… and then she suddenly figures it out.
Alicia: …The ring?
BK smiles.
BK: The very same. Wrestlers come and go, belts can be forged and broken, titles won and lost… but at the heart of it remains that simple square of canvas and rope. Whatever else a match contests, at its center is always the battle to control the territory under your feet. It’s the most important prize in any federation.
He looks sideways for a moment, as if checking for eavesdroppers.
BK: ….This is going to sound crazy, really crazy - you may think I'm nuts, but what the hell, it can't change how you already think of me now… Sometimes, when I’ve been in a really amazing match, there’s a moment when I feel, sort of… chosen. Like there’s some kind of whisper in my mind that tells me I can do anything, beat anyone…
Deciding that he’s probably gone as far down that road as he dares, BK pulls back to safer territory.
BK: What I’m trying to say is that a man like Starkweather will never connect with that kind of inner confidence. He’s set himself against our federation, which means that however many people he has in his so-called stable, the second he enters that ring, he is alone in every way which matters. And the only way he can ever accomplish his goal is if he destroys every last person who can stand in that ring with their head held high. Personally, I don’t expect to see that happen any time soon.
He gives her a look which is filled with confidence in himself, and something wider, too; Alicia smiles, feeling somehow very reassured.
Alicia: No, me either.
She stands up; it’s time she went and finished getting changed herself. Before she goes, however, she has one observation of her own to make.
Alicia: Listen, BK… when we get out there tonight, you know as well as I do that Thunderkiss will probably try and stick his nose in.
BK frowns, the name alone piquing his annoyance.
Alicia: I’m not going to give you any stupid lectures, but just remember – every bit of energy you expend on TK strengthens Wyvern’s hand. He wants the pair of you to rip one another apart… and the last thing any of us can afford to do is play into their grubby hands.
BK: ….Yeah.
Alicia doesn’t push the issue; she knows BK has to find his own way with this particular quandary, though she knows from experience that a gentle reminder is seldom wasted. She heads toward the door; Pacino pricks up his ears, and BK notices him again.
BK: …Wait, what about the dog?
Alicia gives BK her best sweet-as-sugar look.
Alicia: Uh, well… could you be a dear and watch him while I finish changing? It’ll just be like babysitting without the squabbles over tv. I’ll return the favour, I promise…ok? You’re an angel. See you in a few!
She disappears out the door with a cheery wave before BK can get so much as a word in edgeways; his surprise is such that he doesn’t hear the scrabble of paws on the floor.
When he looks back at Pacino, the pooch is chewing enthusiastically on what looks like BK’s favorite shirt. BK glares at him, then at the empty space by the door where Alicia was.
BK: Oh you are SO going to owe me big time for this, big time.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:46:11 GMT -5
OTA Segment: The Not-So Perfect Get Away (Credit: Jay Zero / XS3 / Dan) Scene set around 2:30….er….3? No 4? Ahh who cares, they’re drunk! We open up in a very dark parking lot, obviously in the late night, early morning of Tuesday, August 14th. We find XS3 pushing a shopping cart with the lifeless, unconscious Jay Zero laying inside. Alongside XS3 is his partner in crime, Dan as they walk up towards the hospital that they just took Zero out of. [/center] XS3:Shit man, we're screwed like a hooker in heat, know that?Dan: Ah? Eh? Who cares? XS3: Are you nuckin' futs? What if Jay's seriously hurt from all those pain pills he took? Hell, he was out for about an hour before I found him, he could have been died or whatever that Libertines kid said.Dan: Well it's his own damn fault! I told him to stay where he was! It was him that got out of the bed by himself! XS3:Christ... I really, really don’t want to go in there. They start to wheel up to the main entrance before beginning to slow down. XS3 stops and looks up at the sign, then over at Dan. [/center] XS3:Ready?Dan: Gerrover it, I'll show you how a real man takes care of this! He pushes XS3 aside and grabs onto the handlebar of the cart. He begins to push the cart with all his might, gaining momentum as he runs. He comes closer and closer to the door, then RAMS IT as HARD as he can! [/center] CRASH! Dan looks up after hearing the impact to find that the motion sensor door in-fact, did not open as the cart is flipped on it’s side and Jay is half laying in a bush. [/center] XS3: Shit, shit, let's get the fuck out of here! Dan slowly starts to back track, laughing a bit at his buddy as XS3 keeps waving him on. [/center] Ding! NOW the door opens. Dan gets back to XS3. [/center] XS3:Should we just leave him there?Dan: (laughing throught) Heheh, I don't bloody well care...hahaha....the idiot brought it...brought it....haha, brought it upon himself! We'll, heheh, check on him in the morning. As they turn around, they are shocked to see a Doctor standing there, waiting for them. They jump backwards, Dan even tripping over his own feet. [/center] Dan: Err-uh….Hey Doc! XS3: "...what's up?" The doctor shakes his head in disappointment and BOOM… fast forward. [/center] Fast Forward……… We are now around the 5 o’clock hour in the morning as we find XS3 sleeping on a bench with Dan humming old “Queen” tunes.
On the wall we find a laminated piece of paper with “Jay Zero” on it and the door opens. Out comes the angry Doctor…. [/center] Doctor: Well you two sure are lucky! Dan jumps up, not noticing him there and punches XS3 in the leg several times before he wakes up. [/center] Doctor: He could have been SERIOUSLY injured! Do you know how many pain killers he took? Hmm? Dan: Around…..5? ....add a few more... Doctor: No! He took 8! You know how much you’re supposed to take in 4 hours? Dan and the half awake XS3 shake their head. [/center] Doctor: Of course not! TWO! You two are completely irresponsible if you take an injured man out of his hospital room, then go out to a bar for DRINKING, and then not even WATCHING HIM! Heheh, and this---this is where it gets me! You…heheh—you tried sneaking him back in here! Wheeling him into the emergency room in a shopping cart with a NOTE ATTACHED TO HIM! Heh… Way I see it, you two are criminals! XS3:Hey, man, we left a note!Doctor: Oh so a note solves everything? How….STUPID CAN YOU TWO BE?! Dan: Hey! I may be drunk, dumb, Welsh, stupid, and drunk! But one thing I’m not is stupid! Doctor: I’ll let you two think about what you did even more….you can come visit him at Six….. The Doctor storms back into the hospital room, slamming the door in the process, making the drunk Dan cringe. The two sit in silence for about 20 seconds. XS3 buries his head in his hands and sighs. [/center] XS3: Hope Kiss and Anna had a better night than we did… FADE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:47:29 GMT -5
Segment: We Now Interrupt Your Regular Programming (Credit: Flamingo)
As the camera returns from commercial, it focuses on McNally and Edison at the broadcast table. Both men were looking their best, as per usual, but now was not a time for fashion reviews. As both men gazed at the camera with their notes in hand, the crowd behind them were flashing signs, waving hands, and mouthing out words that hopefully their friends and family at home could see.
McNally: “Welcome back to Thursday Meltdown, fans, and we have a hell of a main event ahead of us!”
Edison: “That’s right, Max! Who knows what kinda carnage will ensue when BK London teams up with Alicia Kitsune to face two-thirds of the stable, Alexander Starkweather and, ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Wyvern!”
McNally: “I know I’m looking forward to it, Eddie, but first I’ve got to mention just how quickly this Adrian Flamingo and Scott Andrews situation is heating up! The crazy thing is, there hasn’t been any physical contact between the two!”
Edison: “Mainly due to Flamingo keeping his distance from Scott…”
McNally: “That’s very true, Eddie, but Flamingo won’t have much distance to keep from Scott come Heatwave! For those at home, here is the announcement that has the fans in attendance buzzing…”
The camera cuts to the ring moments after Adrian’s match with Hunter. Adrian is seen walking around the ring on the outside, heading toward the back, when a loud, censored, but very negative chant has started up directed at him. Adrian stops dead in his tracks, and heads toward the center of the chants. As he approaches the guardrails, a very familiar face pops up - Scott Andrews. Flamingo doesn’t seem too shocked, but moreso amused as he more than welcomes Scott to take a swing at him.
McNally: “As Flamingo was heading to the back, Scott Andrews’ decided to give the former Astonishing One a taste of his own medicine.”
Edison: “That’s right, Max. For the past couple of Andrews’ matches, Flamingo has been spotted in the crowd either trying to rally the crowd against the Vigilante or merely trying to get under his skin.”
McNally: “I’m going to place my bets on that last option. Scott Andrews is a man about respect, and Adrian Flamingo has seemingly made a goal to be about everything but that.”
Edison: “Here’s Flamingo’s arrogance once again, baiting Andrews to take a shot at him…”
Andrews just smiled at Flamingo and decided to take him up on his invitation, much to the surprise of Flamingo. Flamingo, however, managed to duck his head and took off running towards the ring as Scott jumped the railing much to the fans’ delight. As Flamingo slid into the ring, Andrews was right on his tracks, and as quickly as he had slid in, Adrian slid back out of the ring and ran to the back as Andrews glared at him from the ring.
McNally: “And like a kid whose been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Adrian Flamingo fled to the entrance ramp!”
Andrews picked up a microphone from the time keeper, and switched it on.
Andrews: “Flamingo! Flamingo, for the past couple of weeks, you’ve been ducking and hiding from me as you’ve ran your mouth. You’ve bad-mouthed me… you’ve bad-mouthed ACW… and you’ve bad-mouthed the Senatorial Stable. The lack of respect you show anyone but yourself here disgusts me to no end. It‘s little brats like you that make this business look bad and it‘s about time that someone taught you a very valuable lesson in respect. ”
The camera cuts back to Adrian who is standing up on the entrance ramp smiling and nodding his head, mouthing out “teach me!” The camera cuts back to a very disgusted Andrews leaning against the ring ropes with a mic in hand.
Andrews: “You think this is a big game? Well, Flamingo, we’ll see just how well you can run and hide at Heatwave… in a Dog Collar Match!”
The crowd roars in approval as Adrian’s smile vanishes in an instance, all the while Scott gets one of his own.
Andrews: “Let’s see how much running you can do when 15 feet of chain connect me to you!”
The crowd’s roar is still strong as Adrian shakes his head in denial as the scene fades back to McNally and Edison at the booth. The crowd’s cheers are still very strong as they try to find one another in the big tron above the entrance ramp.
McNally: “And there you have it, from the Vigilante himself! At Heatwave there won’t be anymore running and hiding for Adrian Flamingo when he goes face to face with Scott Andrews in a Dog Collar Match!”
Edison: “Oh yes, Max, the Dog Collar Match is such an under-rated match in this day and age! Folks, before people were using shards of glass and barbed wire to floss their teeth, this was considered one of the most brutal matches in wrestling! Not only are you connected to your opponent, Max, you can use that very chain as a weapon! If there’s anything I can be sure of, between Andrews’ love of punishing people and Flamingo’s ingenuity, this one will be a classic!”
McNally: “I don’t doubt it will, Eddie! Well, folks, there’s still plenty to come tonight on Thursday Meltdown, so stay tuned!”
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:48:42 GMT -5
Match 4: Jason Freeman vs VorteX (Credit: Josh the Jersey Boy)
Symphony X: Out Of The Ashes plays as smoke fills the arena and Vortex walks out slowly with his ladder. As he slowly makes his way down the ring the ramp is gradually gaining light. As Vortex reaches the ring, he casts the arena into total darkness.
Eddie: Wow, this is one of the only entrances that give me chills up my spine.
Maxwell: You said it.
The lights flicker for a while, then a tremendous explosion fills the air. Vortex does his usual ritual and takes off his coat and hat. He was about to sit on the rung of the ladder but the ref orders him to remove it from the ring.
Ugly by the Exiles plays as Jason Freeman comes out to boos, Freeman looks composed and ready for Vortex as he takes time to pose and taunt while a pyro goes off. Now Jason enters the ring and stares at Vortex, who (Vortex) glances back.
Referee Joey Reynolds checks both competitors for an illegal objects and he finds none. After the ref checks them out the announcer, Phillip Jones introduces both competitors.
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the workers of ACW are proud to present two of our finest athletes tonight. They are here to do combat in the squared circle for all of the millions of fans of ACW!!!
The fans cheer loudly.
Jones: First off to my left, he comes from parts unknown, this is Vortex!!!!!!!!
Jones: And now the man to my right he hails from Long Island, New York and he weighs in tonight at a trim 230 lbs. He is Jason Freeman!!!!
The ref rings the bell as the two circle each other with malicious intent.
Eddie: Can you feel the tension?
Maxwell: Yes I can.
Vortex starts with kicks to Jason's legs, the kicks are causing Jason to stagger out of the ring for a time out.
Reynolds: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7........
Jason comes back into the ring, as he is greeted back inside with a roundhouse kick to the head by Vortex. Jason clutches his head as Vortex lifts him up and does a running enzuigiri kick to Jason's head. Vortex lifts Jason and throws him hard into the turnbuckle. Vortex goes to the other corner and charges at Jason to hit the Whirlwind Of Destruction! Vortex pins Jason as Reynolds makes the count.
Reynolds: 1 2
No, Jason kicks out, Vortex looks at Reynolds and begins slapping his hands together signafying he thinks it's a three count. Jason uses this time Vortex is using to argue with the ref and Jason trips Vortex's leg and quickly applies the Cobra Clutch Crossface Hold.
Maxwell: He locked in the crossface, this could be it!
Eddie: I have the same feeling to.
Jason is gripping his knuckles underneath Vortex's chin, this is causing Vortex to grimice in pain. Jason shows no signs of letting go as Vortex slowly begins to crawl for the ropes.
Maxwell: Almost there!
Eddie: You could feel the pain Vortex is in.
Vortex let's out one final push and he makes it to the ropes. Reynolds tells Jason to let it go and Jason does. Jason having a power advantage begins to stomp on the legs of Vortex who is still reeling from the pain he endured. Jason grabs Vortex's hurt legs and puts him on a surfboard stretch then he double kicks Vortex's back. Reynolds is asking Vortex if he wants to give up. Vortex replies with a no. Jason releases the hold and running knee drops Vortex's throat. As Vortex clenches his throat Jason begins to face gouge clutch Vortex. Reynolds asks Jason to release him from the hold which Jason obliges to. Jason lifts Vortex up and standing dropkicks Vortex. Jason pins Vortex.
Reynolds: 1 2................
Vortex kicks out and Jason picks him up and puts him into a tree of woe position. Jason looks at Vortex and pretends to take pictures, Jason then goes to the other corner and tries to running dropkick Vortex, but Vortex dodges it and sends Jason's legs into the post.
Maxwell: Wow what a counter.
Vortex is suplexing Jason, trying to wear him down. Vortex then cross armbreaker throws Jason onto the canvas. Vortex goes to t he top trunbuckle and waits for Jason to get up and Jason does and is greeted with a Blackout dropkick. Vortex then lifts Jason up for a couple of snap suplexes and this turns Jason's back very red. As Vortex lifts Jason for a psychosurgery, Jason pokes Vortex in the eye and sets up for a Journey's End, but Vortex slips out of Jason's grip and roundhouse kicks Jason face sending him to the ground. Reynolds makes the count.
Reynolds: 1 2 3....................
Wait Jason had his foot on the bottom rope. Vortex celebrating like he won takes his eyes off of Jason and Jason tries to clothesline Vortex but misses hitting the ref instead.
Jason sees this and runs out and gets a steel chair to hit Vortex, which he does. Seeing Vortex prone, Jason throws Vortex outside and puts him on the annoucer's table. Jason has Vortex between his knees which looks like he's setting up a piledriver. Vortex revereses this by punching the knees of Jason and Jason falls down on his knees. Vortex seeing this throws the chair Jason used previously, to Jason. Jason falls down as Vortex places the chair on Jason's chest. Vortex goes and grabs his ladder and he's going up for an Edge of Obscurity. Vortex nails it sending Jason and himself through a table. Vortex is clutching his chest and Jason is motionless. Vortex throws Jason onto the ring and hits the Psychosurgery!!!! Vortex pins Jason as Reynolds slowly makes the count.
Reynolds: 1........................
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Jason kicks out. Vortex sets up another Psychodriver but Jason counters it and sets up for a Journey's End. But Vortex, grabs Jason's arm and rolls him up for the count.
Reynolds: 1 2 3
Vortex raises his arms in victory from that hard fought match as Phillips makes the announcement.
Phillips: Here is your winner, Vortex!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vortex leaves as Jason still lays in disbelief.
*Scene Fades*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:49:42 GMT -5
Segment: And Then There Was One...And We Named Him "Satan" (Credit: Hunter / FSX)
So he likely isn't having the very best of months. It seems that with him, bad things don't come in pairs, but instead come in large groups of hundreds, give or take a few. And this situation is no different. As he travels lazily around the house, he cannot help but wonder just exactly what he's doing in this place. Sure he needed a place to stay, but he's starting to think that a hotel would be better. After all, the food isn't too exciting, the house isn't too exciting, and the only thing that actually is exciting...is a lesbian. And everyone knows that you can have fun with them only when there are two of them. He sighs as he continues to walk around the house, until he randomly walks into a room and finds Fallen Souls sitting before him, petting the killer mongoose named Charles that Hunter met earlier. Hunter takes a defensive stance, but FSX raises a hand.
FSX: He will attack only under my guidance, relax.
Hunter: But...he attacked me before...whatever.
Hunter simply shakes his head after a moment, choosing to just stay clear of this one. He turns to walk away, but a quick hiss makes him stop. When he turns, he is surprised to see that the shiny teeth from which the sound came belong to FSX, not the creature in his hands.
FSX: I did not give you permission to leave.
Hunter: Right. Umm...may I leave?
FSX: No.
FSX takes the hand that is not petting Charles, and lifts up a nearby glass of wine (or, red liquid, rather). He drinks it slowly, and then looks down into, saying absolutely nothing for three or so minutes. He then looks up at Hunter and blinks.
FSX: ........................................................Satan.
Hunter says nothing, and instead begins to back out of the room.
FSX: I know what you're thinking: why exactly am I petting a mongoose while drinking wine, threatening you, and praising Satan?
Hunter: You're a natural mind reader.
FSX does not detect the sarcasm.
FSX: Of course. I know...many things I shouldn't know, and many things you shouldn't of told me. But that, of course, is of little importance now...
He puts the wine glass back next to him, and continues to pet Charles. It is now that Hunter gets his first look at the room, and he instantly notices its odd blackness. No, it's not dark: it literally is a black room, lit only by a few candles scattered around the room. At its top and center is the skull of a goat, its eye sockets filled with blood. Hunter looks at this display with a mere raised eyebrow.
Hunter: Brutal.
FSX: No. Fucking necro grim.
Hunter nods.
Hunter: How have I never seen this room before?
FSX: You have. It appears much different in the light. It also doubles as a bathroom.
Hunter: ...I see. Well...umm...can I go now?
FSX: What? No, I'm in here!
Hunter: No..no..I mean leave the room.
FSX: Ohh...well..not until you declare your allegiance to Satan.
Hunter: I listen to black metal. Isn't that enough?
FSX: Have you ever burned a church?
Hunter: ...no.
FSX: Then likewise.
Hunter: ...you know, I'd never think that YOU would be the first of the Senatorialites to become a Satanist.
FSX: You never know who else is one.
Hunter: What...Sennie's a Satanist?
FSX: He's a politician; it's practically the same.
Hunter laughs.
Hunter: Okay, well, this has been fun and all, but I think I'm gonna go downstairs and watch a movie.
FSX: A movie about Satan, I hope?
Hunter: Uh...would the Pick of Destiny satisfy you?
FSX: ...I suppose.
Hunter: Then I can go?
FSX: Of course not.
He takes another sip of wine, and lets Charles go. Charles crawls over to the wall, and then runs up its length and leaps into the bloody eye socket of the goat skull. Hunter slowly raises an eyebrow as FSX puts the wine down again.
FSX: He enjoys taking his midnight bath in blood that once gave life.
Hunter: Heh. Venom.
FSX: ...no, dipshit, fucking blood.
Hunter opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it. FSX ends up beating him to the chase anyways.
FSX: Do you see that chandelier above you?
Hunter looks up to indeed find a large, golden chandelier above his head.
Hunter: So?
FSX: It will fall on you in one minute if you do not pledge your allegiance to Satan.
Hunter: ...sure.
Hunter turns to go, but a loud stomp scares him straight.
FSX: CEASE! You have thirty seconds to do so or DIE TRYING!
Hunter: ...die trying to pledge my allegiance to Satan?
FSX: TWENTY!
Hunter: This is fucking retarded, man.
FSX: TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN!
Hunter looks up to see that the chandelier is slowly...lowering, of all things.
FSX: THREE! TWO!...Huh..wait a second..Charles, your not actually chewing on th--
Deciding not to risk it, Hunter dives out of the way...mere seconds before the chandelier actually comes crashing down, spraying glass all around the room. Hunter slowly looks up, eyes widened.
Hunter: Wh...wha...what the FUCK, man!?
FSX: ..............Uh....I'd assume some kinda...uh...um...Satan did it..?
And with that, Charles runs out of his blood bath and slams the door shut, leaving Hunter in the hall, covered mostly in glass. He looks around the hall with widened eyes, completely unsure of what he just saw. And he's starting to think that this event is better left unsolved. Although now Fallen definitely has mass grim points...
Meanwhile, back inside the room Fallen shakes his head for a moment, making a move to turn on the light and lock the door, shuddering a bit as he turned to take a look at Andy in the back corner of the room.
Andy: Yeah, that probably worked.
FSX: It fucking better of...this is some creepy shit!!
Andy: Yeah, I know...it was your idea.
FSX: True...He'll forgive me for it, though...anything to get rid of freeloaders.
Andy: That's the rule.
Voice: Lest Satan come for you.
Both of them pause and look at each other, before taking a look around the room, both staring at the ravenous, blood-soaked mongoose.
FSX: ...Let's get the fuck out of here.
...Eerie... End[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:51:02 GMT -5
Segment: Screwed by the Welsh..... (Credit: Jay / Dan ) Bruised, beaten, and battered is the shot of we open up to as we find a very sore Jay Zero walking very gingerly into his Entourage locker room with Dan laying down on the couch, eyes closed. [/center] Zero: Ow…Ow…Ow…[/color] With every step he takes, the pain kicks in. He finally makes his way over to a plump leather chair, and slowly sits. [/center] Zero: AHHHHHHH-Ahh…….Ssssss….oooomph! [/color] Dan: Hey Zero, you doing okay over there? Zero: Ssssss……No! Every day the pains been getting worse! Thank god for pain killers, I didn’t feel a god damn thing Monday night! [/color] He finally sits all the way down with an upset look of discontent on his face, biting his lip to take the pain away from the rest of his body. [/center] Zero: Dan, I can’t do this….[/color] Dan: Ah? Zero: I---I can’t face Kudo tonight! [/color] Dan opens his eyes and sits up, looking over at Jay. [/center] Zero: I can barely sit down, let alone WRESTLE tonight! [/color] Dan: Well bud, I'm sorry but it's out o' my hands. How's your face? Zero: First off, I swear to god if you say “cause it’s killing me” ONE. MORE. TIME! I’m gonna bash your skull in while you sleep you Welsh bastard! And second off, what the hell do you mean it's out of your hands? Replace me! Cancel the match! Fire Kudo, anything! [/color] Dan: Pft boyo did you not hear? I gave up my duties as the Commish... Zero’s eyes bug out at this, which actually sends him into more pain as it scrunches up his forehead that has the 20 plus stitches on it. [/center] Dan: Well, I was sorta fired, no clue why...heheh.... Zero: Wh-----Heh….haha………. HOW COULD THAT HAPPEN?!?!? [/color] Dan: Hey-Hey! Now calm down! Zero: CALM DOWN?! HOW CAN I BE CALM WHEN I HAVE 24 FREAKIN’ STITCHES IN MY HEAD! A TAPED UP BACK! AND SCARS ALL OVER MY ARMS?!? HMM? AND NOOOOOW YOU’RE TELLING ME I STILL HAVE TO FACE KUDO BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T CAREFUL AND GOT YOUR ASS FIRED?!! [/color] Dan: Hey just rel— Zero: REAL NICE DAN! Real---nice! [/color] Jay slumps over, burying his face into his hands as Dan looks on, not sure how to respond. [/center] Zero: I’m screwed. Simple as that. [/color] Dan: Look-I can come down and be at ringside with you. Probably X too! Zero: What’s it matter? You’ll be outside of the ring…I’ll be inside. [/color] Dan: Well....WELL....I've had enough of this stupid "I have a sore face therefore you gotta feel sorry for me" shite! You got yourself into this mess for being a stupid fucking lightweight without realising that you had a match that YOU agreed to! Now listen up sonny jim, you oughtta know that hitting the ol' whisky is gonna go straight to your head! so you gotta understand that your little swiggler from last night is YOUR fault, not mine. Somebody knocks on the door as Jay looks back up at Dan, glaring. [/center] Dan: Who is it? ?: Kevin Anderson! Dan: Bah…what do you want? Kevin: Just a few words with Jay! Is he in there? Dan looks over at Jay, wondering what to say. Jay sighs. [/center] Zero: Yeah…I’ll be out in a few Kevin—I need to lace up….[/color] Dan: Alright then! Guess you’ve decided what you have to do. Zero: There’s the door, use it. [/color] Obviously Jay’s cranky due to the pain he’s in, but Dan shakes his head and gets up anyways. [/center] Dan: You want me out there? Zero: No, I need to stick it out by myself. [/color] Dan: …………You got it. Dan turns and opens the door, pushing past Kevin as he exits. As the door clicks shut, Jay bites the inside of his cheek, taking deep breathes and just thinking of the situation. [/center] Zero: Son of a bitch….[/color] The scene starts to fade out…… End[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:52:55 GMT -5
Segment: An Active Discussion (Credit: Wyvern / Stark)
Backstage. For some reason, nothing promotion-related does ever seem to happen in the middle of the ring for most people, they always have some camera crew following them around it's reality TV. Well... This is exactly the same. Wyvern, the Modern Day Judas and Dr. Alexander Starkweather stand before the camera speaking in low tones as the scene fades in from the previous one, Wyvern noting the camera's presence and beginning to speak in a clear tone.
Wyvern: So, what's on the docket for you tonight?
Starkweather takes a moment to think.
Stark: Aside from the two of us in a tag team match with BK London and Mrs. Laureano, you mean? Nothing special.
Wyvern: Ahh.
Wyvern strokes his goatee in a faux intellectual manner.
Wyvern: I think we should come up with a plan to eliminate those two as efficiently as possible, don't you think?
A wry smile, Starkweather stepping back a little and making a dismissive gesture.
Stark: I've never really had much trouble beating your erstwhile opponent. Laureano is another matter, but I am sure that I can best her once again.
Wyvern: True. AK's been a thorn in my career, but I definitely agree with London. He's been a cakewalk in singles matches everytime we've squared off. Perhaps I can lure Thunderkiss to dismantle them both in retarded rage?
Stark: Just tell him that BK is hitting on her and your job is rather concisely-done.
Wyvern laughs, knowing it would most likely come to fruition.
Wyvern: So, how are your plans coming along for AK then? Knowing you, you've got your eyes past the present, looking forward.
Starkweather remains quiet for a moment.
Stark: No, no. Alicia has my full attention for the time being. I'll be focused solely on her come-what-may at Heatwave.
Wyvern: That's what I figured, I just thought I'd see for myself.
Wyvern looks around. Stark just nods to himself.
Wyvern: So, BK and Thunderkiss are in for a rude awakening. It's not even going to be funny. Those two will tear each other up so much, it's going to be slim pickings. It's genius. I should've done this before.
Stark issues a light shrug, this being quite a bit similar to... Well, the last three times he's talked to him.
Stark: Yes, yes. I do assume that they are quite a bit more preoccupied with each other. Wyvern: Hmm?
Stark: Preoccupied. More intent on one another than on you. It's more or less the point of this feint of yours.
Wyvern: Yeah, it's like a train wreck in slow motion. They are most likely completely aware of it at this point, but they can't turn away now. I don't think I could've envisioned a better plan.
Starkweather nods slightly.
Stark: Trapping someone into the place you've reserved for them is quite fun, yes.
Wyvern: I'm glad you see it too. I mean, this trumps everything I've done here in the ACW. Sure, I've got the World title at this point -- that's a given. However, this is the fruit of my labor. I've got these two wrapped into an extremely difficult situation, and I dare say, nearly impossible predicament to find their way out of. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire" is a good way to put it. Seriously, it's masterwork, simplistic in nature, but artisian in execution. And to top it all off, the arrangement by Ginger has gone horrendously right in my favor. It's like the ACW is handing me the chance to humilate these two. And after all this is said and done, I'm going to sit back and laugh. Why? Because, I, Wyvern, the Modern Day Judas, am proving that I'm not only champion by principle. I'm champion due to both physical AND mental prowess, and that is something the ACW just doesn't possess. Ugh...I just can't get over it.
Oh, yes, here we go, this was exactly what a good promotional segment needs. Enough of this, it's getting tiring.
Stark: If I may so interject, I seem to recall that it was by some small amount of help by certain individuals. Individuals who have helped KEEP that title belt on you. Now, all of this "me" and "I" and "mine" on your part is becoming rather repetitive, don't you think?
Wyvern: What are you talking about?!
Starkweather smiles faintly.
Stark: If you'll be so kind as to review your match with the Senator, back when you won that title of yours, when you were knocked for a loop on the canvas and Senator was just about to nail the coffin shut, who should swoop in like the cavalry at the end of a western movie but myself to assure your victory?
Wyvern: Seriously, what do you want? Does the mere mention of your name when I speak of my title reign give you validation?
Starkweather only smiles a bit more widely.
Stark: Oh, no. Certain operating words such as "we" and "us" and "ours" may be more appreciated than constantly harping about being such an astounding champion that could not win the title without my help.
Wyvern: Whatever. I don't need to hear this. I'll see you later. We should focus more at the task on hand.
With that, Wyvern walks out of the room.
Ah, yes... This is going to get worse before it gets better. Worse for the champion, at any rate.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:55:14 GMT -5
Segment: Dead Man Walkin’! (Credit: Jay Zero) Nervously anticipating the moment that Kevin has been waiting for, he doesn’t realized that he indeed, is on live camera now as he continues to pace back and forth. We notice the big “Entourage” logo on the door behind the impatient Kevin Anderson. He goes over ever line, every question in his head to prepare for this interview that he knows won’t be pretty after the beating Jay took on Monday night. The door slowly opens, and Kevin spins around, licking his lips quickly as Jay gingerly makes his way out with the look of pain and discomfort on his face. [/center] Kevin: Jay! Jay! Just a few minutes of your time! Zero: Kevin shut up! Arh….phew, so come on, let’s get this over with…[/color] Kevin: Oh, okay! Okay---um—um first of all! How are you feeling after Monday’s brutal barbed wire rope match? Zero: How do you think I’m feeling? My back’s taped up, my arm’s taped up, and my head’s sewn shut! I’m in more pain than you’ve ever thought imaginable Kevin! Tuesday morning I was doped up on pain pills, so I didn’t feel a thing when Entourage and I apparently left the hospital and went clubbing! It’s---it’s just unbearable and knowing that I have to go out and face Kudo Yasuda right now makes me SICK!
I mean….how is that guy going to feel when he finds out that Jay Zero won’t be 100 percent and giving it his all tonight? Hm? It’s going to just break his little heart Kev! [/color] Kevin: ….Hm, well—Any comments on your match with Ricky Falcon? Zero: Sigh…..he caught the best of me Kev…..I mean hell, what else do you want me to say, that he completely dominated me? I mean damn, I’m sure if I had a steel chair and nearly busted HIS skull through it that I’d dominate him too!
The fact of the matter is…..Ricky Falcon did not beat Jay Zero. Ricky Falcon beat the weaker, unconscious version. So with all means, I was never beaten. I was never dragged across that barbed wire, allowing him to rip open my flesh. I was never put into a hospital bed!
That weaker, defenseless version of me did that all! HE DID THIS TO ME! YOU HEAR ME KEVIN?!? RICKY FALCON DID NOTHING BUT WAKE THAT PART OF ME UP! [/color] Kevin backs up a bit, not holding his microphone near Jay anymore. [/center] Zero: SO NOW TONIGHT! I’M FORCED TO ACCEPT WHAT THAT UGLY SIDE OF ME HAS DONE AND GO OUT TO THE RING AND FACE KUDO YASUDA! [/color] Steaming with anger, Jay slows down, taking deep breathes. [/center] Zero: Kevin…..never again, will that ugly side take over my body and mind like a poison. I’m done with the Entertainment title, and I’m sure as hell done with something like what happened Monday ever happening again. Never again will I have to suffer like this…..And never again will Ricky Falcon have the golden opportunity to say that he---beat “Zero.” [/color] Obviously angered with the fact that he was knocked out yet the match continued—leading to the dismantling of his body, Jay opens the door and enters the room again. [/center] Kevin: But Jay---- SLAM! Kevin: Ooph….Well then. Um… Nervously, Kevin just smiles into the camera and we suddenly switch over to a camera inside the Entourage locker room, finding Jay Zero, hunched over leaning against the wall with his face buried in his arms. He leans back, holding a small container in his hand. He opens it and pops 2 pills, gulping them down, taking away his utter pain and misery………
Fade out. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:55:41 GMT -5
Segment: What Do You Really Want? (Credit: Michael)
“Nice to meet you, Ms....?”
Although a bit shocked that the young woman didn’t know who she was, she simply responded by bowing her head slightly with a coy smile.
“Renix. My name is Renix. And you must be my assigned student, yes?”
The youth smiled while pumping a fist. “Yeah! The name’s Eileen Amaro! I’m gonna be the best wrestler that ACW has ever seen!”
It had been three weeks since the Dwight Gym initiated its latest class of trainees. Since then, various higher-ups had brainstormed various solutions as to how to ease in new members without immediately putting them on the main roster.
That’s how WING started. It was a program for Wrestlers In Need of Guidance. The idea was for some veterans to volunteer their leadership to newer talent for a set amount of weeks before finally evaluating their progress. That’s how they ended up here. A young woman who was prepared to skyrocket to stardom meeting her assigned tutor.
“Eileen,” Renix said as she firmly shared a handshake with the girl. “Have you decided on a catchy ring name yet? ‘Eileen Wrath,’ perhaps?”
“Uh…no.”
“Mistress Awesome?”
“Actually, I was planning on just using my real…”
“Oh, I got it!” Renix proclaimed triumphantly. “How about ‘Sussudio?’”
Eileen wore a baffled look on her face. “What? I can’t even pronounce that.”
“Just say the word! Su-su-sudio!”
“Ugh,” Eileen groaned, burying her face into the palm of her hand. “I just plan on using my real name. Eileen Amaro. No need to be overly theatrical when I’m already confident with my abilities.”
“Eileen Amaro, huh? Subtle but exuding confidence. I like it.”
Eileen grinned. “Y’better remember it ‘cause soon you’ll be seeing it engraved onto the World Title!’
Renix couldn’t help but crack a smile. With a nod, she replied, “Interesting…”
Eileen’s brows furrowed. “You don’t think I can do it, do you!?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that you remind me of myself when I was younger. Fear not, my dear student. For I will personally see to it that you never have to face the same pains that I went through in my career. That is my vow to you as your mentor.”
“Uh…”
“C’mon. Let’s start your training.”
“I’d love to start training…IF WE WERE ACTUALLY IN A PLACE WHERE WE COULD!”
Gentle waves crashed along the shoreline of the beach. Beachgoers were strewn all across the sand. Renix slid her sunglasses down her nose and observed her pupil’s choice of attire, which consisted of nothing more than shorts and a baggy shirt.
“Didn’t bring a bathing suit?” Renix asked, frowning. “No worries. We’ll buy you one somewhere. I think a blue one would look good on you.”
“Why’d you pick such a weird place to meet with me!?” Eileen asked demandingly. A gym or a health club had been where she had expected her first meeting with her mentor would be…not a gaudy beach resort. “You’re supposed to be preparing me!”
“And I will,” Renix replied in an unusually calm manner. “You are my dear pupil. It is my utmost duty to see to it that you realize your capabilities to your fullest. That being said, the only thing I ask in return is that you trust me. Deal?”
Eileen submissively sighed. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Great! First up, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Renix said as she began to walk off before Eileen could even protest. The young newcomer didn’t know what to make of her new teacher. On one hand, she didn’t seem very professional. On the other hand, she seemed genuinely devoted to helping her. For the time being, she just decided to follow her and work out the details later.
The two walked silently down the shoreline. Renix’s gaze was fixated on the scenic horizon as a content smile adorned her features. The tranquil setting even began making Eileen warm up to the idea of staying at a beach resort…if only for a short while.
It was Renix who decided to finally break the silence by asking, “So what’s the deal?”
“Huh?” Eileen replied, snapping back into reality.
“You say you want to be champion but you didn’t even know who I was. I don’t want to sound arrogant but I’d like to think that I’m one of the more recognizable faces in our business.”
“You shouldn’t take it personally,” Eileen assured. “This has always been a dream of mine but I’ve always been more into the mainstream stuff, y’know? Hogan, Austin, Rock…”
Renix nodded, seemingly satisfied by her reply. “Fair enough.”
“In actuality, the only ACW guy I’m familiar with is Wyvern.”
“And why’s that?”
Eileen winked. “I wanted to do my research on the guy that I’d be beating for the title!”
“Heh,” Renix chuckled. “Y’know something, Eileen? I like you. You and I…we’re gonna get along just great.”
“So what about you?” Eileen asked. “Have you ever won the World Title?”
“Okay, we’ll skip the foreplay. No,” Renix said bluntly. “I’ve never been World Champion.”
“Wait a minute!” Eileen yelled, screeching to a halt. “All of us rookies were told that we’d be mentored by veteran ACW stars! How are you supposed to teach me to be the best if you’ve never done it yourself!?”
As soon as the words escaped her lips, she felt the tension rise. Eileen didn’t mean to sound rude to a woman who was voluntarily offering to take her under her wing but she certainly wasn’t living up to her expectations. What happened next though was something she could have never seen coming. The angry retort she was expecting never came. Instead, Renix merely gazed at her with a look of pity…and envy.
“Eileen,” Renix said, barely above a whisper. Her face was a storm of emotions. It looked as though she had a million things to say. Eventually, she masked herself with a bittersweet smile and said, “You really remind me of myself when I was younger. If you’d like me to leave now in favor of a more qualified teacher, then I’ll understand.”
“I wasn’t saying you should take a hike it’s just…”
“No, no. I’ve been deserving that for a very long time. It’s about time someone knocked me off my high horse.”
“I’ll still stay with you though.”
“Then it’s settled! I, the never-been-champ scumbag, will do my best to see to it that your career goes above and beyond mine!”
Eileen giggled. “Thanks.”
“And, just so you know, I’ve still got a year or so left in me. Maybe it’ll be me that you’ll have to beat for the title.”
Eileen grinned. “I’d like that, Ms. Renix.”
“No need for formalities. Just call me Renix. Or maybe Renix-sensei. Or maybe Madam Renix. Or maybe O’ Captain My Captain…”
“Renix is fine.”
“Then so it shall be!”
Eileen laughed. At the very least, she was paired up with someone who had a sense of humor.
“So you say you’re only familiar with the mainstream stuff, huh?” Renix asked. “That’s fine but don’t you dare think for a second that just because we’re not mainstream means we’re not filled with some of the best talent in the world. ACW has been around for over three years thanks to such great athletes. In fact, you’re about to meet one.”
“Is that why we’re here?”
“Yep!”
“Is this guy we’re about to meet really all that great?” Eileen asked skeptically.
“But of course,” Renix reassured. “You could say he is one the ACW elites.”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:56:05 GMT -5
Although she would have rather been doing some serious training, the thought of meeting an ‘ACW elite’ had piqued her interest. Her thoughts began to wander as to who this mystery person may be. She had visions of a large muscular man with toned abs and tanned skin. Fortunately for her, Renix hadn’t notice the drool oozing from the side of her lips.
Eileen’s fantasies came to a crashing halt as she almost tripped over someone doing pushups in the sand. Eileen sneered in disgust but, to her surprise, Renix greeted him with a smug smirk.
“Well, well,” Renix said as she crouched down to look at the man. “What do we have here?”
“What do you want?” the man growled back.
“This is the person I was talking about, Eileen,” Renix said as he nodded at the disheveled man. “Eileen, I want you to meet ACW’s very own Nick Durden. He’s the elite star I told you about.”
“Why are you here?” Nick questioned, turning his attention back to Renix. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to see you until Heatwave.”
“I heard you were here and decided to check up on you,” Renix shrugged, feigning innocence. “Doin’ some training, huh? The old ‘weighed down by a jacket full of sand’ routine? Classic.”
“What have you ladies been up to?” Nick said conversationally as he got up and began doing jumping jacks.
“I’ve been lost on the road of life,” Renix replied.
Nick nodded toward Eileen. “Who’s the dame?”
“That’s Eileen,” Renix explained. “She’s the newcomer that I’m mentoring for the WING program.”
Both Renix and Nick turned their attention to the girl in question. Eileen wore a blank expression on her face.
“You gotta be kidding me!” Eileen protested loudly. She accusingly pointed a finger at Nick. “This is an elite superstar?!”
Nick scoffed. “I’m not here to impress you. I’ve got a match to prepare for.”
“Nick’s gonna be competing for the Light-Heavyweight title in a few weeks,” Renix explained. “That kind of honor is something that very few are ever able to accomplish.”
Eileen’s jaw sank. “This is some kind of joke, right? Where’s the hidden camera?”
“He’s the real deal,” Renix said. “I wanted you to meet Nick before we started our training.”
Eileen shook her head wildly. “Fine! We met him! Now can we please start getting to work on my training?!”
“Well, that’s just the thing. Your very first assignment is to dedicate this entire week to helping Nick prepare for his match.”
“WHAT?! NO WAY!”
“Ya wai,” Renix shot back.
Nick glared as he began jogging in place. “Forget it. I came here to train on my own.”
Eileen fumed. “What am I supposed to learn from helping this pansy train for a match he’ll probably lose?!”
“I appreciate your support,” Nick said sarcastically.
Renix wrapped an arm around Eileen’s shoulders and led her aside. “Do you remember the promise we made?” Renix whispered. “You said that you would trust me.”
“But-!”
“He may not look like much but Nick is definitely one of the most elite athletes you’ll ever meet. There’s more to a fighter than just their stats and appearance. Whether you like it or not, we’re staying here for a week. I’ve already used a coupon to book the hotel accommodations and I don’t like wasting a coupon. We might as well help Nick while we’re here.”
“What’s the point though?!” asked a very confused Eileen. “What will I get from all this? UGH!”
Frustrated, Eileen threw her arms up in the air and marched off, leaving Nick and Renix behind.
Standing next to Nick, Renix watching as her student stormed off. “Well, that went well, I think.”
“You gonna go after her?” Nick asked, taking a break from his training.
“Maybe later. She can take care of herself. For now, I think you and I should talk...”
Eileen was furious. Her assigned mentor turned out to be a nutcase. Training with a pretty boy who has yet to live up to his hype was not an exercise she deemed befitting for a future World Champion. So she simply walked away to let off some steam. Soon enough though, the allure of the resort had seduced her. She started sightseeing and shopping. She even got around to buying herself a blue swimsuit (only because it was on sale, certainly not because of Renix’s earlier suggestion).
Before she knew it, the sun had already set. Streetlights turned on and there were no longer any boats to be seen in the water. Shifting her shopping bags a bit, Eileen checked the time on her wristwatch.
“Nine o’clock,” she said aloud to no one in particular.
Walking back to the hotel, Eileen passed by the beach once more. The shoreline was barren except for two people. Squinting, she could make out that Nick and Renix were still there!
“You crazy old nut!” Eileen yelled as she rushed over to the duo.
Nick was doing sit-ups when Eileen had arrived with Renix watching not too far away.
“Why are you two still out here?!” asked a shocked Eileen.
“I’m training for my match, remember?” Nick answered, as if it should’ve been the most obvious answer in the world.
“Have you been out here the entire day?!”
“I take my training seriously,” Nick said simply.
“It’s time to get inside and rest!”
“I’ve still got a couple of hours left in me.”
“You’re not even competing for the World title!” Eileen yelled. “WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?!”
Nick sat up and narrowed his eyes. “Why does it have to be for the World title? Isn’t it enough that I’m competing in one of our biggest show of the year? Isn’t it enough that I’m getting the chance to perform in front of millions? Isn’t it enough that I’m gonna be stepping into the ring with one of the best superstars that our business has to offer? AIN’T THAT ENOUGH?!”
“I just thought…”
“NO! YOU WEREN’T THINKIN’! THIS MATCH MEANS A LOT TO ME! TO HELL WITH THE TITLE! SKIP WYVERN CAN TAKE HIS GOLD AND WIPE HIS BEHIND WITH IT FOR ALL I CARE! THIS MATCH GOES BEYOND THAT HUNK OF SCRAP! THIS MATCH IS THE CULMINATION OF THREE YEARS OF BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS OF COUNTLESS ACW STARS! IF I’M NOT PLANNIN’ TO SHOW UP TO GIVE A HUNDRED AND TEN PERCENT, THEN I MIGHT AS WELL NOT BE SHOWIN’ UP AT ALL! THAT’S WHY I CARE SO MUCH!”
Eileen was on the brink of tears. From behind her, Renix embraced her with one arm.
“Ey, come on,” Renix said soothingly. “You just caught us at a bad time.”
Getting up, Nick massaged his temple with his thumb and forefinger. “Sorry ‘bout that. I didn’t mean to snap at ya like that. Been under a lotta stress lately.”
Eileen smiled as she rubbed the wetness away from her eyes. “No. Everything you said was right. I was being foolish.”
“I think that maybe we got off to a bad start,” Nick concluded. “How about we try again? My name is Nick.”
Eileen gratefully took his hand in hers. “It’s an honor to meet you, Nick. My name is Eileen.”
“Y’see what I was talkin’ about earlier?” Renix chimed in. “This guy is the real deal. Whaddaya say, Eileen? One week of helping Nick train?”
This time, there was no hesitation in Eileen’s reply. “You’re on!”
The next few days came and went. Eileen and Renix worked together in helping Nick prepare for his big match. Oftentimes, the exercises were borderline lunacy. From playing DDR with the sand jacket to pushing around carts full of sandbags, Nick’s creativity knew no bounds. What Eileen found strangest of all was the annoying track that he listened to the entire time. By the time the week had ended, she swore that she’d never listen to a Daughtry song ever again.
On the final day before they had to go, the trio sat on the sandy shores of the beach and watched the sun set.
“So Nick,” Eileen said as she looked over at the man in question. “Think you’re ready for your big match?”
Nick chuckled. “I’ve had more than twenty years to prepare myself for this. I’m sick of being a failure. I’ve been one my entire life.”
Eileen frowned. “Nick…”
Nick shook his head. “No. This match…this is it. This’ is where I dish out every single ounce of my heart and soul. If I can do that, I’ll be a winner no matter what.”
Eileen smiled and looked over at Renix. “I’ve learned a lot this past week. I’m glad you introduced me to Nick…and I’m sorry about that stuff I said about you never being champion.
Being genuinely passionate about working in the ring…there’s no championship grand enough to reward that.”
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 16, 2007 16:57:06 GMT -5
OTA Segment: “1988 - Part 3" Credit: T-Kiss 9 Years Pass 1988The older I got, the more determined I was to get out of here. I hated this city and everything about it. I wanted to see the world, live life and to make as much money possible while doing so. I wanted to entertain, to take control of the spotlight .... but I needed to find a talent in order for all of this to happen. So where does wrestling come into the picture you ask? Well, truth be told, I always had been a fan. I’d watch these larger than life men come onto my TV and would desire to emulate them non stop. But becoming a professional wrestler myself? That thought never hit me until I was 18, just months before I graduated high school. The casino where my mother worked at was putting on an small production and had hired some local and Indy guys to partake. She had gotten a hold of a few tickets, and passed them onto me knowing how much I dug that kinda stuff. This was perhaps one of the few good things that bitch every did for me in my life. So I went, and it was a decent show, nothing special. I hung around the dressing room area after the show, hoping to catch an autograph, but in the end, I caught so much more. Bone Saw McGraw: Do you wan’t an autograph son? ...Were the words he first spoke to me and I still remember them to do this day. My voice trembled as I responded; I cant help but smile about that today. As he placed the autograph in my hand, I gathered enough courage to ask him ...Aj: How can I become a wrestler? Bone Saw McGraw: Hah, I get asked that all the time! Aj: ... sorry. Bone Saw McGraw: Say, its ok! Now I just want you to know, this business is not for anyone. You have be willing to sacrifice your life and even your family for it. The success rate is extremely low and its broken many hearts and dreams. However, you dedicate yourself and never give up you never know how far you’ll go. Do you think you’d be willing to do that? Aj: Yes, certainly. Bone Saw McGraw: Good. Now, luckily for you, you have one of the best trainers in the entire world living right here in Vegas. His name is Bruce Dwight. I’m going to give you his number ... when you’re ready, call him and he’ll get you started. Aj: Thank you so much! Bone Saw McGraw: Heh, goodluck kid. As I watched him walk away, the decision was made. I mean, who wouldn’t want to live a life like that?! Beating peoples ass and getting fame and fortune from it, what more to life was there?! When I got home I grabbed the phone and dialed the number he gave me, hoping that someone was there to answer this late at night. Of course they weren’t but come the next morning, I finally got through. The guy on the other line was pretty rough with me, but who could blame him. Each day he probably received countless calls like my own, full of bullshit people who wouldnt probably make the first cut. In any event, I got an invite and that’s all I needed. 8 A.M. came quickly, but not quickly enough for I was running high on this whole idea of becoming a professional wrestler. As I opened the doors to the training facility, I was hit right in the face with the strong smell of sweat, blood and vomit ... not a nice combination. That is about the time I saw him for the first time. Bruce Dwight was a complete throwback to yesterday, even right down to the 50's buzz cut and the World War 2 tattoos. I could only imagine what he first thought when he saw me coming, but I’m sure it wasn’t good since I looked like another punk kid off the streets. I remembered that his beady little eyes burned right through me as I approached him.Aj: I would like to enroll in your school. Dwight: Don’t they all. Aj: I’m serious. Dwight: Let me guess, you watched WWF Superstars and now you want to become the next Hulk Hogan... right? Ah who cares. If you got the money kid and feel like wasting it - it won’t be any skin off my nose. And NO refunds. Do I make myself clear? Aj: Thank you for the opport- Dwight: Just cut the shit. Get your gear on and get ready to work. Training was like living in the sub basement of hell. Everything they tell you before hand about wrestling school, oh it’s true. Non stop sprints until you either pass out or throw up. Jumping and bumping, over and over until your mind is completely out of your body. That nasty theory of selection was back, but this time, it couldn’t take me like it did in high school. Classmate after classmate dropped out until there were only three of us, counting myself. There was me, some guy from Mexico named Hector Garcia and this dick named Brad Anderson. Oh I hated him. He was a shooter, a natural, and he let everyone know it. Now, as you may know, I’m the farthest thing away from a in ring prodigy, and because of this, he looked down on me constantly. Every time I would struggle with the simplest of holds, he’d look over at me and laugh and say something snide like ...Brad: What’s a matter Aj? Can’t you even do a simple arm drag?! This continued on for days. And then into weeks. And finally into months. You know when somebody gives you shit day after day and you finally have had enough? Unfortunately for Brad, that day came. I remember walking into the ring that morning, pissed about something that my mind has long forgotten. We were doing arm bars that day, a relatively easy hold. My mind was so pent up with anger from the night before that I wasn’t focused and it was showing in my performance. To make matters worse, I was paired up with Brad and it was he whom I was botching on. About the third time he turned around and gave me that look. I knew what was coming... but he didn’t.Brad: What’s a matter Aj? Can’t ... ~!~SNAP~!~ Brad: OH GAWD! MY ARM! YOU.. YOU BROKE MY ARM! AHHH! Thunderkiss: NO BRAD, I guess I can’t do an arm bar.... SILLY ME! I watched him lay on the mat, squirming around in pain. That feeling? The one I’ve been telling you about, yup, thats right - it came back. I could only smile as I saw this know it all piece of SHIT thrive in pain, pain that I caused. A few assistant trainers entered the ring and attended to him, as did Hector, bating a few evil eyes my way for my actions. I couldn’t careless, that is until I saw HIS look. As my eyes met the old man’s, I saw though his eyes and into his heart and I knew he wasn’t mad ... but actually almost impressed. He quickly grabbed me by my arm and pulled me out of the ring and soon escorted me back to his office where we had this most memorable conversation.Dwight: I’m letting you go Aj. Aj: WHAT?! Look, Im sorry about Brad but he totally had it coming! Dwight: Its not about Brad. Aj: *pause* Then what is it about? Dwight: There is nothing more I can do for you. Listen kid, you’ll never be a shooter .. that’s for sure, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be great. Your real talent lies in your strength and determination. When I just saw you break Brads arm like that, well... that instinct is something I cannot teach a man. You are vicious, and perhaps even a little bit crazy when you get mad. It is these tools that will carry you over the top of many men. There is no reason to waste any more of my time trying to teach you techniques your body was not made to do, nor does it need to. Its time to set you free and its time for you to now learn from experience. Do you understand what I’m saying to you Aj? I paused for a moment, letting his final sentence sink into my head. And as it did, yes, it all became clear, I understood what he was trying to tell me.Aj: Yes. Yes ... and thank you Dwight gave me one last tip before sending me out the door and that was where to go to find the experience I need to grow and foster ... and it’s wasn’t here in America. Within a week, for the first time in my life ... I finally left Las Vegas. My mother, the city and everything that had been holding me down forever was finally at my back.
And I was on my way to Japan.Fade.
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