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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:36:32 GMT -5
Segment: AIM Higher (Credit: Yoko)
In her room, Yoko turns on her laptop to check her email to kill some time. AIM accidentally starts up with Windows; before she can sign off, an IM pops up from a "Charichu006."
Charichu006: Is this the wrestler Yoko Satoshi?
Yoko ponders for a moment on whether she should answer, then does.
I Am Meta Knight: Yes. Why?
Charichu006: I'm a really big fan.
I Am Meta Knight: Then you must know I'm very busy tonight.
Charichu006: Lol. You're probably just killing time, not really doing anything. That's what you do.
I Am Meta Knight: How would you know? Do I know you?
Charichu006 wants to directly connect.
Charichu006 is now directly connected.
Yoko waits as this person sends a photo. When it finally sends, Yoko laughs. It's a picture of Yuki holding a sign that says "Go Big Sister! World title or bust!"
I Am Meta Knight: You should have told me it was you, Yuki.
Charichu006: I wanted to have some fun. Anyway, I hope you win tonight.
I Am Meta Knight: I've gotten a lot of support tonight, it's really helped put me in the right frame of mind. Thank you. I'm going to go and get ready for my match now.
Charichu006: Ok. Do your best!
I Am Meta Knight: I'll try. I love you, Yuki.
With that, Yoko signs off of AIM. She turns off her laptop, picks up Mr. Floppy, and leaves.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:38:29 GMT -5
Segment: Not Even Close to Being Over (Credit: Latino)
Out in the back, Latino is shown in his locker-room barely able to move from his beating that he took earlier in the ring. The ACW Doctor is in the room as well checking over Latino. Atomic Kitsune stands by his side trying to lend him support but it’s obvious the look on his face is one of pure anger over what happened early in the night. The silence in the room is broken as the doctor finally speaks.
Doctor: I think that you should get to the hospital. My guess is probably for a few nights but I’m not completely sure yet. You seem to have suffered so many injuries over the past week that now it’s all caught up on you.
Latino (shaking his head): No…I can’t leave. I’m not leaving Alicia alone here with Ginger and his damn guys.
Doctor: If you don’t get any proper medical attention your injuries will strengthen and could cause you to be out of wrestling for months…..even longer. There’s nothing more I can do with what I have here.
Atomic: Victor, mayb-
Latino: No! I’m not leaving you here alone.
Atomic: Then I’ll come with you. I’m not really needed tonight.
Doctor: You really do need medical attention tonight if possible.
Latino (takes a deep breath): Fine. I’ll go. Come on.
Doctor: Good, I have an ambulance waiting in the parking lot. Let’s get you moving now.
Latino struggles to get up but falls back in the chair. Alicia quickly grabs his arm and helps him up. The doctor gets the door as the three walk down the hallway. Latino holds his ribs in pain as he keeps walking through the doors and sees the ambulance. Two EMTs are standing holding one of the back doors open. A stretcher is in between them as the Doctor gives them orders of what to do. Latino is helped on the stretcher by Atomic Kitsune. As the EMTs lift the stretcher, Alicia reaches to open the closed door.
Doctor: NO! There is another medic in there already. I’m sorry but there isn’t any room for you. We can send you a medic cab over but that may take a good 20 minutes.
Latino: Yea it’s ok. Mami, just wait for the cab and come straight towards the hospital, ok? I don’t want anything to happen to you.
Atomic: Don’t worry Victor. I’ll be there soon.
Latino is pushed inside the ambulance and the doors are closed. The Doctor gives out a few more orders and the EMTs quickly get in. As the ambulance starts driving off slowly a slow clapping is heard in the background. Atomic turns around to see Ginger and his two bodyguards behind them smiling.
Ginger: Oh don’t worry Alicia, Victor will be just be fine.
A screech is heard as the camera quickly turns back toward the ambulance. It stops and the back door opens up revealing Craig Lewis in the back.
Craig: Don’t worry, we will take real good care of Laureano!
The ambulance starts speeding down the parking lot and drives out into the street. The camera cuts to an outside shot as the ambulance keeps driving. The second door opens up and Latino’s stretcher is pushed out of the ambulance; a car quickly comes out of nowhere and crashes into the stretcher……
Atomic: VICTOR!!!
The camera zooms in to show off a battered and completely destroyed stretcher –but as it gets closer, the stretcher is shown to be empty. A yelling is heard as the camera turns back toward the ambulance and Latino is now shown being thrown out of the moving ambulance. His body hits the gravel and tarmac hard and it continues to roll, his flesh being scarred and cut all over. Cars weave and slam on the brakes as Latino stops rolling and stays on his side. He can barely move as people get out of their car to see what has happened. The shot cuts back to the parking lot entrance where Atomic and Ginger are standing; Alicia is ashen faced, but after a moment of immobility through shock she tries to run toward her fiancée. The bodyguards, however, stop her.
Ginger: Oh no. You don’t get to see. In fact, I doubt he will even remember you right now anyway. You see you’re going to stay here. You go in that locker-room and you sit there as a woman is supposed to do……and if you so much as touch me or any of my associates in the Corporate Alliance for the duration of this show, I’ll terminate the contracts of both you and Victor immediately. Now if you excuse me I hear sirens and it’s my duty as chairman and your boss to handle the travesty that has occurred outside.
Ginger walks past the bodyguards as they stare at Atomic. A whole gamut of emotions are fighting for expression on her face; for a second she looks ready to take on the world in order to catch up with and attack Ginger, but as she hears the sirens getting louder and a commotion from the outside increasing her shoulders drop; she knows that there’s no way for her to win from her current situation. She turns around to leave but looks back as she can see the crowd of people and EMTs running with medical kits in their hands. Police are shown questioning people. Tears start to form in her eyes as she is forced to leave as the bodyguards push her forward, escorting her back to the arena.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:39:43 GMT -5
Match 7: The Bob and Amo Show vs G Unit - ACW Tag Title Match (Credit: Rose / Bladeshadow) The fans are still deeply concerned about Latino’s condition; however, the show must go on, and Philip sees to it that it does.Philip: The next match scheduled for one fall, is a tag team match for the ACW Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, G-G-G-G-G UNNNIITTTT!!!! Philip’s rather paltry attempt at sounding Street falls on deaf ears across the arena as "Defy you" hits and Jonny and Gooey come out to a mixed reaction. While they are the heels story wise, Bob’s dissatisfaction with his employment at ACW has leaked to the net and some fans have taken this badly, leading them to favour G Unit in this match. As the two walk to the ring they look very uncomfortable as they don’t really want to acknowledge the sudden (and unjustified) admiration for them, while at the same time their natural showmanship instincts want to take over. They are able to suppress this however and they simply jump on the apron and quietly walk to their corner. Bob is not completely without fans however, in fact he still has a very strong and loyal fanbase. In this sad breakup that puts friend against friend and fan against fan, is anybody really right? Philip: And next, their opposition for this event, from Los Angeles California……the Bob and Amo show! "Enter the Toad" bristles through the speaker system and the crowd roars as the team makes an appearance form behind the curtain. It’s a bittersweet moment, and the fans know this is almost certainly the last time they’ll see one of their favourite tag teams together. The slight negative response to Bob is drowned out by the sound of thousands of people cheering, not just for what’s about to happen, but for all the good times they’ve had. Ever professional, Bob and Amo walk to the ring side by side, intending to finish their partnership on a high. Eventually the 2 make it onto the apron and they go into their corner as the bell rings and the match begins, but not before a slight and uplifting "Bob Rules!" chant starts up…..Bell Rings. Amo and Jonny start out the match and the two begin with a lockup. Amo uses his power to his advantage and quickly takes control, putting the lighter Jonny into an armbar. Jonny quickly flips out of it however and lands a solid Drop kick on the big man, making him falter, but not lose his balance. Jonny runs and bounces against the ropes and uses his momentous to try and land thunderous spear on Amo. Amo however, is ready and reverses the move into a solid DDT, driving Jonny into the mat. Amo throws his hands up to the crowd in triumphant showmanship, then goes for a quick pin. His showboating however has given Jonny enough time to recover and he raises his arm just as the ref slams a hand down for 2. Amo, simply grabs Jonny by the hair and drags him to his feet, and once there Jonny slams Amo’s hand away and lands a few hard chops to the big man, resulting in the traditional "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO’s" from the crowd. This only angers Amo who slams his own hands against his chest in a gorilla - like show of anger and strength and then proceeds to whip Jonny against the ropes. He runs forward and tries to catch Jonny off guard with a big boot, but Jonny ducks it and keep going. He then gets an idea and eyes Gooey. Gooey simply nods lightly and gets into position as Jonny rocks against the ropes again. Amo goes for another big boot, and again, Jonny ducks, but this time he stops and sets for a spine buster as Gooey jumps off the ropes and the two guys perform a perfect Deep Withdrawalment. Jonny goes for a pin, but Amo is too strong and pushes him completely off at 2. He is however still feeling the effects of the move, and decides it to be better to take a break and makes a quick tag to Bob. There is a wave of sound from the crowd as Bob hops over the top rope. This barely even registers for him though as he puts on his rarely seen pure serious face, knowing the stakes in the match and he runs full steam ahead at the tired out Jonny, and hits a hard Bulldog. He then picks him up and quickly sweeps him, setting up into a spinning toe hold which makes Jonny cry out in pain. Jonny fights it and edges his way closer and closer to the ropes. Fortunately for him, they are near his corner and Gooey is able to make the hot tag with Jonny, forcing Bob to release the hold, and allowing Jonny to roll out of the ring and to the floor. Gooey jumps in and tackles Bob, slamming them both to the mat as Gooey rains punches down onto Bob. Bob, now angry, stands up and throws Gooey into the corner and performs the Bobert flip. While this is happening, Jonny has been doing more than recovering as he has retrieved a tag belt and is at the opposite side of the ring placing it down on the mat. Back in the ring, Bob whips Gooey out of the corner and hard into the ropes, where Jonny is waiting and purposely trips his own partner. Bob, thinking he has forced him to fall with his own force, takes a moment to gloat to the crowd. Gooey looks back inquisitively at Jonny, wondering why he would trip him, but then see Jonny eyeing the belt and simply nods as he tucks it under his arm. Gooey then gets up slowly and Jonny runs to the other side and jumps on the apron and jumps and screams to the ref, distracting him. Bob simply ignores this, and he runs at Gooey, preparing to perform and he goes to perform a people run. Gooey is prepared however, and just as Bob jumps to begin the move, Gooey lunges forward and slams the belt into Bob’s face with the combined momentum of both men. Bob falls down cold and Gooey takes the advantage and hooks the leg for the pin. At this point Jonny frantically points the ref to the direction of the actual match and the ref quickly get in position. He counts 1….2….NO, right before the ref hits for 3 Bob SOMEHOW manages to raise his arm and stop the count. This makes Gooey visibly angry and he picks Bob up to his feet and he whips him into the corner. Jonny then quickly gets into position and Gooey jumps off of him for a "Poetry in motion". The two then perform a double suplex on Bob and Gooey goes for another pin. However instead of counting, the ref informs Gooey that in his opinion, stepping on your partner’s back constitutes a legal tag, and that Jonny is now the legal man. Gooey furiously throws himself off of Bob and stomps over to the corner to go over the ropes. This little temper tantrum however gives Bob just enough to crawl over and tag back in Amo, and both the men who started this match once again begin to square off.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:40:57 GMT -5
Amo goes for a hard punch to Jonny’s face, but he fades just out of range and performs a backflip double kick knocking the big man back. Jonny then quickly runs up behind Amo and in a surprising show of strength gives him a German suplex which plants Amo almost through the mat. Amo picks himself right back up without hesitation, showing surprising stamina, and before Jonny is able to stand he lands a thunderous leg drop, forcing him face first into the mat. Amo then runs and bounces off the ropes and comes back to try to perform a standing moonsault. However the 6 foot 10, 320 pounder severely misjudges his own agility and he botches the move quite terribly, landing on his head and nearly breaking his own neck (drawing a few "you screwed up" chants and a concerned cry from the crowd). While the ref checks and makes sure Amo is able to continue, Jonny takes a minute to stand up. Gooey then rises to the top of the turnbuckle closest to Amo and once the ref gives an OK for the match to continue, Jonny gets under Gooey, and tags him in as well as adds momentum for a picturesque assisted Splash which results in a wave of camera flashes from the crowd as Gooey hits near 15 feet of air before plummeting hard onto the awaiting, prone, Amo. The ref counts for the pin, in the middle of the ring, but Amo, on pure instinct is able to raise his hand at 2 and a half. Gooey then decides to make sure the big man stays grounded and he puts him into the sharpshooter. Amo’s eyes bolt wide open as he screams in pain loudly. He refuses to give up however, even in the middle of the ring, and he uses he sheer arm strength to drag both him and Gooey over to his corner to tag in Bob.
Bob runs forward and hits a clothesline which nearly takes Gooey’s head off. He then, with a look of pure hatred picks Gooey up and slams an impact DDT hard to the mat before going for a pin. Gooey kicks out at 2, and in order to buy himself some time gives Bob a thumb to the eye. He then uses the time Bob takes to rub his eyes in confusion and hits a quick tag to Jonny. While Bob is still confused as to who his true opponent is, Jonny catches Bob off guard and hit the killswitch, nearly completely knocking Bob out cold. Jonny isn’t done however and he sets up Bob for a Powerbomb. That isn’t all, as Gooey once again climbs to the top rope and flies once again as the team performs the Goodwill Gadget, and Jonny goes for the pin. The Referee counts up until two but Bob does have drive and determination and he kicks out. A few fans admire his testicular fortitude, while a few question it. Gooey is forced back to his side of the ring while Jonny looks on in shock. Bob is moving and he is trying to make it to his feet, but Jonny kicks him at every turn and spits curses at him. Jonny waits for Bob to get to his feet and he Irish whips him into the ropes, but to the surprise of everybody, Bob hits a flying shoulder tackle. Jonny is hit by the thunderous move and he falls backwards, hitting the Referee with a stray elbow. The Referee is out cold and Gooey slithers from his place at the turnbuckle to the ring announcers’ area. He pushes Philip to the side and grabs two steel chairs (Philip’s and an empty one beside him) which he throws to the ring. Jonny is on the ground as he sees the chair slide toward his face. Bob who is getting more support by the minute walks up behind Jonny and he is intent on taking him out. Jonny grabs the chair and turns to hit Bob, but Amo spears Jonny out of the way just in the nick of time. Amo gets to his feet and turns around to get his skull cracked by Gooey. Bob jumps and takes the Solid Snake - like Gooey out quickly, but it is too late for Amo who is bleeding badly from his skull. Bob unleashes on Gooey with every punch he has, but soon a stiff chairshot to the back stops his assault. Both their opponents are down and The Referee is unconscious. G-Unit gets a collective gleam in their eyes as they both stare at each other’s chairs. Gooey hits first and then Jonny does it. It starts to look almost like a feeding frenzy as they increase in force and speed as Bob rises to his feet.
Finally when he gets to his feet they strike and the crowd erupts with cheers and a small "Holy Shit" chant. G-Unit tosses the chairs from the ring and Gooey begins to wake The Referee up while Jonny covers his nearly dead opponent. The Referee wakes up and slowly crawls to the middle of the ring and make a count 1…………………………2………………., but BOB KICKS OUT and the crowd lets out a big cheer, totally sold now on the match. Amo rolls to the outside of the ring in a pool of his own blood and Gooey takes his corner in complete shock. Smarks erupt in anger and many Marks do as well, but there are more and more holding out for Bob. Jonny signals for the end and picks Bob up to his feet. Bob is staggering and bleeding from the head quite a bit, but it looks like it is the end of the line for him. Jonny goes for a suplex, but Bob reverses into a small package and the referee counts 1……………2………….3, NO! NO! Jonny in a prime show of his technical prowess reverses the move and The Referee counts 1…………2……(Is a miracle in store for Bob?)…………..3. Bob kicks out just a fraction too late and the referee calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Philip: Here are your winners, and NEW ACW Tag Team Champions……G Unit!
The crowd gives G Unit heel heat, but the overwhelming sound is one of appreciation for all four men. G Unit hold up their belts, and then slip to the outside; Amo comes in and helps Bob up. The crowd is on its feet; they cheer Bob and Amo, and the pair have the grace to raise their arms to the crowd before leaving together. As they walk up the ramp many people feel sadness at the parting, but honoured to have been present for the swansong of one of ACW’s finest tag teams, and the air is heavy with emotion as the show fades gently out for a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:41:48 GMT -5
Segment: Words of advice (Credit: Rose / Yoko)
The scene opens near the steps that lead up to the rampway. A stale smell can be experienced by simply tasting the air and it is indeed the stench of humanity. The fans can be heard and they are filled with excitement and low priced beer. Meaningless backstage workers walk to and fro all throughout this open area. In a well lit corner of this area stands Yoko Satoshi, who is hard at work stretching for what some call the match of her life against BK London. Her eyes are filled with sorrow and her thoughts cause her to stretch even harder. She hears footsteps behind her and she wipes her brow before turning around to see Alexandra "The White Rose" Kaesar standing a few feet away from her. Though Rose initially looks troubled, seeing Yoko does bring a slight smile to her face. There is a slight, almost awkward, silence between them, but Rose quickly ends it.
Rose: It’s strange…. I feel so unfocused tonight and I just can’t put my finger on it.
Yoko: I see.
Rose: Sure, I have been very troubled lately, as you know, but this is different.
Yoko: What do you mean?
Rose laughs a little nervously and she starts to engage in her classic pondering/nervous habit of popping her left fingers.
Rose: Heh… I don’t really know Yoko. It’s just a feeling I have and I really cannot explain it. I guess I am just a little worried about you, that’s all.
Yoko is silently contemplating Rose’s worries. Rose is a person who is naturally very uncomfortable with silence and decides to end it again.
Rose: Oh, and be sure to watch my match with Wyvern, it should give you a few good ideas going into your match with London. It should prove to be a very bloody encounter. I cannot say that I have underestimated Wyvern, he will come prepared and he is experienced, but I should defeat him without too much trouble. I do hope he doesn’t have any surprises ready, because I don’t have any of my own. It’s at times like this that I really knew how to do that mist trick of yours.
Yoko: Well, you can do it the easy way or the hard way. You might want the easy way. First you get a cap---
Rose is daydreaming just a bit. It’s not the fond kind of daydreaming and her doubts begin to get the best of her. She quickly interrupts.
Rose: Yoko.
Yoko forgets about her explanation and responds simply.
Yoko: Yes?
Rose: Be careful in the ring tonight. London will not give in easily and, for the love of God, watch out for his family. They almost took me out once upon a time if you remember correctly.
Rose’s attempts at humor are not improving either of their moods, but it does give them just a little bit to chuckle at on this important night.
Yoko: I won’t underestimate him.
Rose: I know, I know, but do watch your back. You never know when one of London’s friends or one of your old enemies will come out of the shadows and lodge a knife in your back.
Yoko: I will watch my back.
Rose: As will Ridley and I, don’t worry.
Yoko: I won’t.
Rose finally realizes the time and she begins to end the conversation.
Rose: I am going back to The Demon’s Pit and you can get back to your stretches. Please don’t disturb me, I need a good while alone to think.
Yoko: Ok.
With that Rose heads off towards the Demon’s Pit with a heavy heart and a troubled mind. Yoko heads back to her stretches and she resumes them with zeal.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:42:44 GMT -5
Segment: A “Family” Matter (Credit: Vinnie Dulario)
The arena audience is taking a welcome chance to refresh itself before the sharp end of the card; in the meantime, however, the lights dim down, and the same message from earlier, “The Italian Man is Here”, re – appears on the titantron. The fans are expecting to hear from Angelo Giovanni, but what they see instead is very, very different.
A video begins to play; shots of the downtown of a city are shown. A man’s voice is heard, one that no – one recognizes, and the fans watch intently as his voice guides them through the scene that unfolds…..
Just when I thought I was out, that I was free, I was pulled back in deeper than ever. Surrounded by the drug running, money laundering, prostitution, extortion, and murder.
I had walked through downtown, for the first time in almost five years, expecting to find a place to stay for the night, maybe even start looking for a job out of town. Lord knows I needed the money more than ever. My whole plan was to touch base quickly, and then leave. I knew the past would catch up to me eventualy, but I never thought it would come barrelling down at me within a few hours. I should have known, though, that I wouldn't be allowed a window of oppurtunity.
I walked into the apartment complex. It was suppossed to be locked, to keep scum like me out, but the door was busted wide open. The frame was cracked where the crobar had pried it open. I stepped inside the dilapitated building, and worked my way down the hall. I stayed to the left of the hall since there was an ungodly stench coming from unit 133 on my right. I took a peek inside the open door, and saw what were probably homeless men catching some sleep on the floor.
I continued walking until I came to the door I was looking for. Unit 138, the nameplate on the knocker read, "Dulario". I knocked, giving the door three hard raps with my knuckle.
"Who's there?" It was a woman's voice, soft and delicate, very beautiful. I kept my gaze focused at my feet, so she wouldn't be able to see my face clearly. I guess it worked, because she opened the door for me.
I kept my gaze lowered for a moment before raising it to look her directly in the eyes. I've been in a lot of fights, it comes with the territory. After a while, you learn to anticipate where blows are coming from. I never saw that hand, though. Her slap cracked against my cheek. I was suddenly looking down the hall again, with a warm, stinging sensation spreading along my face. I slowly turned back to look at her again.
"Is that how you're going to greet me? Famiglia! Maggie!" I was shocked. Normally, I'm not at a loss for words, but nothing more came out of my mouth. Her cool gaze stayed trained on me, piercing my being. I always hated that look. "Sweetheart..."
She cut me off quickly.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here? Huh? I don't see or hear from you all the time you're away, and now you just SHOW UP?!" I tried to get her to calm down, but I couldn't edge a word in. Futile gestures were all I had, and she wasn't even paying attention. "What the hell, Vinnie? You're the last thing in my world, and you just DISAPEAR?! Can't even tell me what's going on? I find out from the fuckin' television that you're part of Vercetti's gang and are getting sent away?! AND NOW YOU JUST WALK BACK HERE AND TRY TO COME INTO MY LIFE?!"
I looked around sheepishly. I didn't want to make a scene, I wanted a low profile. But Maggie was making that impossible. She's my sister, and she's always been feisty. It's in our blood. And she was right. I never ever gave her the honest-to-God truth, I had always been secretive about what I did to take care of her when she was younger. I didn't expect her not to know now, since everything that had happened to put me in my current position had been televised nationally, but I did expect a a warm greeting, maybe even a hug. She had one hand on her hip, another in the air. I guess she wanted me to say something, seeing as how she's been silent for the past few moments.
"Maggie, sweetheart. Please understand." I swallowed a lump in my throat. Several people had their heads poking out of their doorways, watching the scene unfold. Normally I would have taken care of witnesses quickly and quietly, but now's not the time to be lining up the bodybags. "I had to take care of myself, and watch out for you. I never did tell you what was going on before I went away, and there's a good reason for that. The more you knew, the more danger you would've been in. Do you understand that?"
My eyes must have been pleading with her extremely hard, because I saw her look soften a bit. Not by much, though.
"Maggie, I worked for Vercetti..." I trailed off. I didn't want to finish that sentence in front of her.
"Yeah, and so what? You just left!" She was going to get worked up again. I didn't want that, not in front of everybody out here in the hall.
I pushed her inside, gently, and she gave a little shriek. I closed the door, and hit the deadbolt. It fell into place with a solid thud. I turned back to her. She had a wide-eyed gaze now, no longer filled with anger. No, this was a look I've seen plenty of times in the past. One of fear.
"Maggie, don't. I'm your brother." I felt defeated already, and I'd only been back for a few minutes. She pressed her back against the wall, taking in heavy breaths. "Maggie, I'm family. I love you."
"No...I don't...know you..." She reached for the phone on the end table beside herself. I assume it was to call the police. I moved quickly, snatching the cradle from her grip. "...I DON'T KNOW YOU! YOU AREN'T MY BROTHER! YOU'RE A MURDERER!"
She was hysterical, crying as a river of tears slid down her cheek. I could understand where she was coming from, though. I took care of her as a girl, but kept the wool pulled over her eyes. I had to, she's not like me. She's not a killer. I had to at least try and keep that innocence intact. But then things fell apart, and I got sent away for the Vercetti family. That left this kid all alone, until now.
I wrapped my arms around her, and drew her in close. So much has happened in five years, so much I haven't been around for. What happened to me, I deserved. But not her. She didn't deserve to be left alone, to find out all the crimes I've allegedly committed that she never knew about. I started to sing to her softly, like I did back when she was a little girl. It wasn't much, just an old Metallica tune, but she used to love it.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:44:41 GMT -5
"So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart." I drew her head in as she cried against my shoulder. I wrapped her up tighter. "Forever trust in who we are. And nothing else matters."
Now, here's the point in time where everything would have been fine. But life doesn't work that way. Yeah, karma's a bitch, and I have a hell of a lot of debt racked up from my past.
Someone knocked on the door, and Maggie suddenly drew back from me. Her eyes were wide, but at least she stopped crying. I wasn't sure if she was solely afraid of me just yet.
"Hey, I'm expecting someone." She spoke slowly, trying to appear calm. "I'll just be a minute, Vinnie."
I took a seat on her sofa, wondering who the hell was here. She didn't appear to be alright, and I know that all of her stress wasn't caused by my sudden return. She opened her door, and two men stepped inside. Younger, latino. Maggie looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact with the leader.
"Maggie." The younger man stepped forward, taking my sister's chin in his hand, and turning her face upwards. He repeated himself. "Maggie."
"Yeah, Suarez?" She choked the words out in a little squeak. It was stark contrast to the fury I had seen in her eyes moments ago.
"You're late." Suarez watched as Maggie turned away and walked toward the kitchen. I could hear a cupboard opening, and the sound of frantic searching. I cocked an eyebrow at Suarez as he gave me the once over. I noticed small tattoos on his knuckles, tattoos that I recognized from bouncing Vercetti's club. He was a gang-banger.
Maggie came back into the main room from the kitchen. Suarez extended his hand, and Maggie produced a wad of small bills. Suarez took them, and started counting.
"You don't have to do that, it's all there," Maggie pleaded. Suarez flashed her an angry glance, and she quickly looked away. He continued counting.
"Who's he?" Suarez's friend spoke up. "A John? You doing business right now, girl?"
"You know I don't like sloppy seconds, chica." Suarez seemed to be getting angry. But not as angry as I was. "Not only are you late with your payments, you can't even let me have a reserved day?"
So many thoughts flashed through my head at this comment, mostly of murderous intentions directed at Suarez. A John? As in a customer? The thought of my sister being a prostitute physically sickened me, and I had to swallow a small bit of bile. My left eye twitched a little, and my self control was being pushed to its limits. I wanted nothing more than to put these two punks on ice, permanently.
"He's nobody, Suarez." Maggie continued looking past Suarez, never keeping her gaze locked on his for more than a few moments. "I'm not working, I swear. I don't even have an appointment until tomorrow."
"You're holding back on me, aren't you?" Suarez stepped in close to her, and Maggie seemed to shrink from the intimidation. I found myself instinctively reaching inside my jacket, my fingers coming in contact with cold steel. I locked my grip around the knife, trying to appear as casual as possible. Suarez stepped away from Maggie, heading my way. "Esse, who the fuck are you? I don't recognize you as one of Maggie's friends. Are you here for services? Tell me the truth, esse, or I will fuck you up."
"I told you he's nobody! Suarez! Come on, leave him alone!" Maggie walked up to Suarez, taking his arm and trying to pull him back towards the door. Suarez made the biggest mistake of his life when he turned and smacked her. Maggie hit the floor holding her face, and I couldn't help but be reminded of the way she slapped me earlier. Whatever self control I had left just vanished, and I was on my feet in an instant.
My fist found Suarez's nose, and I could feel the fragile cartilidge bend and break. Suarez screamed, doubled over in pain, and I saw his buddy reach for his piece. Whenever a gun comes into play, all bets are off. Whatever you hear about experienced thugs like us, don't believe it. There is no such thing as bullet time. Events do not slow as we react to the threat of a firearm and think of our next move. All it takes is a couple of pounds of pressure on the trigger, and it's all over for the unlucky bastard on the business end. When you're staring down a bullet, the best thing to do is not be in that position in the first place.
Unfortunately, I was.
I grabbed Suarez, and pulled him up to his full height. My blade was out, and I made sure the gangbanger could feel the bite on the side of his neck. I peeked over his shoulder at his buddy. He had a 9mm Beretta. Ironic, that's what I used to carry.
"You wanna know who I am?" I spoke into Suarez's ear. I could feel his heart quicken as I jabbed the knife into his neck a little. Blood ran from his broken nose, over his chin, and down his neck and my hand. "I'm that little chica's big brother. Her very angry big brother."
"You're VINCENT?" Suarez's buddy was shaking a little. His aim wavered for a moment.
"Ah, I see you've heard of me." I kept a tight grip on Suarez. I didn't want the only thing standing between myself and bullet to get away. "Now, let me get this straight. I come over to see my little sister, for the first time in years, and I find out a couple of Mexican assholes are pimping her? My little girl?"
"Homes, she came to me. She came to me, man, looking for work." I jabbed the blade a little deeper into Suarez's neck to shut him up, tightening my chokehold as I did so.
"Now we've got an interesting situation here. I have the two of you, pimping out my sister. You have me, one ice cold, pissed off motherfucker, ready to kill one of the two of you." I paused as I moved my head to Suarez's opposite shoulder. I grinned as I continued speaking. "Which, if I do so, means that I'll probably be shot at by idiot number two. However, there is always the fact that idiot number two isn't holding his firearm properly and appears to be untrained. So, idiot number two, what do you think? I'm gonna slit your buddy's throat here. Do you think you can take me out before I come for you?"
The gun was still shaking in his hands. He seemed like a total pussy, when only moments ago he looked like Barney Badass. Suarez had stopped resisting. He was bleeding pretty good now, with a gash in the side of his neck and a broken nose. Maggie's carpet was ruined, to be sure. Isn't it funny how some things just pop into your head during these stressful moments?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:45:39 GMT -5
"Esse, isn't there a way all of us can walk out of here?" Suarez's eyes searched to the side, but I stayed out of his perephereal vision. "I don't want a Columbian necktie, and I'm sure you don't want a cap in your ass."
"Now, idiot number two, someone is finally making some sense. Suarez here realizes that no matter what, once we lose all restraint, he's dead. He has four inches of cold steel ready to seek out his cartoid, and he's got eighteen slugs ready to penetrate both our hides. You know, eighteen shots really isn't much. You can fire wildly. Some will miss. Some will stay in Suarez. Maybe some will find me, maybe they won't. But you had better make sure that once you are out, I am down and not getting back up. Because if you don't, well, tell him, Suarez." I kept my stare locked on Suarez's buddy, who seemed to be thinking things through. I love throwing people off their game. It made it so much more fun. Easy, yes, but it was still fun.
Maggie suddenly came back into the picture. She had been crying softly, but now she stood squarely between myself and the gun. My heart sank as I realized what she was trying to do. I love her, I do, but sometimes she can just be a stupid girl.
"Vinnie, let him go." She looked squarely at me, hands on her hips. Seriously, how can she be so submissive to these punks, but be a total bitch to me? "Vinnie, now."
"What? Maggie, they're going to kill us."
"No, they're not Vinnie," she replied. "They're just here to collect. Half. They treat me real good, Vinnie, honestly. They protect me, and are always there if I have a problem."
I can't believe it. This street punk, who wanted her money and her flesh, was being defended by her. Maggie turned to look at the idiot with the gun.
"Put it down, Rico. Please. Vinnie won't hurt Suarez. I promise." I was shocked to see idiot number two, Rico, put down his piece away. He held out both arms to his sides. "Vinnie! Let him go!"
I did as she said. I pulled my knife back, and pushed Suarez forward. Maggie handed him a towel, and he began wiping the blood off his face. He turned to look at me, and started to say something. I supposse it was going to form an insult, but I'll never know.
Suarez's brains splattered all over the wall and ceiling as I heard the unmistakable sound of a round fired from a silenced weapon.
Maggie started to scream, but a strong hand clamped over her mouth. Two men walked in, wearing expensive Armani suits. One of them I recognized, one of them I did not. The man with his fat hand clamped on my sister's mouth was Mickey. The one with the gun looked a bit like him, maybe related.
"Vinnie, what the fuck is going on here? I walk in, see two guys with a gun, and they aren't dead yet? You gone soft on me?" Mickey took his hand off my sister's mouth and led her towards the couch. "Honey, if you know what's good for you, you'll just keep your mouth shut."
Damnit. Things just kept getting worse. Two stiffs, and my former boss' right hand man and a hired gun. Maggie didn't ask for this, and I hadn't intended on bringing it into her life. I guess I was stupid for not seeing something like this happening.
"Mickey, what do you want? Vercetti wants to talk to me? If he does, I'm not going."
"You'll do what you're told." Mickey smirked. "But Vercetti can't talk to you. Even if he wanted to, which I'm sure he does."
I was confused.
"Vinnie, I would like to talk to you seriously, man to man." Mickey sat on the arm of the sofa, next to Maggie. He played with strands of her hair. As if she wasn't already uncomfortable enough. "The night you went away, and Vercetti's nephew got shot, what happened?"
I froze. This didn't sound like any good could come from it.
"Vinnie, what happened?"
"Mickey, you know everything that happened. Vercetti's nephew got shot, I got taken away."
"Tell me again, Vinnie. Everthing. The kid was a dumb fuck, and Vercetti paired you with him so he could learn the ropes." Mickey kept a neutral stare while he spoke.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:46:27 GMT -5
"We were moving some hot merchandise out of town. Vercetti kept it in a self storage unit until we had time to make the move." I spoke slowly. He already knew this. Something I didn't like was going on. "The cops came up. Instead of playing it cool, the kid fired his piece. Then he caught four in the chest for it. I hit the dirt."
"That's what I always liked about you, Dulario. You play it cool. You know when to hold them, and know when to fold them." Mickey suddenly frowned. "Why did you get five years, Vinnie? What plea bargain did you make?"
"What are you talking about?" I suddenly could guess where this was leading. Now I think I knew why Vercetti himself wasn't sitting here interogating me. "What are you trying to say? Just spit it out."
"YOU SOLD VERCETTI UP THE RIVER, DIDN'T YOU?" Mickey was on his feet, and backhanded me. That's twice now that I've been slapped today. I suddenly missed my four by ten. I didn't make a move to strike back, but the hired gun had the barrel against my temple, anyway.
These guys jump to conclusions. Always have. In this business, you do what you think is neccessary. If they think I'm a rat, there is probably nothing I can say to make them think otherwise. If they are here to kill me, I'm already a dead man. I decided not to answer that question.
"Vinnie, say something before I blow your brains out."
"Do you have my toe-tag already prepared? A nice warm leather bag waiting for me?" I didn't even try to keep the venom out of my voice. Mickey smiled a bit.
"Vinnie, we's Famiglia." Mickey suddenly became that fun, playful old man again. "What are you saying? Do you not trust me? You should, you know me."
"I know myself. We're both the same, Mickey. We're cold blooded. Of course I don't trust you."
Mickey shook his head. "That's like a slap in the face."
"And being accused of selling out Vercetti isn't? He took me off the streets, he gave me a job, he made me the man I am. I am forever grateful for that." I searched his eyes for some answer, whether he has made up his mind or not. Mickey nodded at the gunman, and the weapon was put away. A wave of relief washed over me, but I wasn't in the clear yet.
"I'm not here to kill you, Vinnie." Mickey put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm here to enlist your services again. You're the best at what you do. Vercetti is gone. He's not getting out."
I nodded as he spoke. "Mickey, I can't. There's just too much heat on me. I'd go back, and they'd connect me to you. I assume you're running things now."
"You assume correctly." Mickey pulled up a chair, and gestured for me to sit. I did so, and he took his place on the arm of the sofa again. "Finances are tight, Vinnie. We've had operations shut down by the feds, and we're facing increasing competition from street gangs. They have cheaper services and wares."
I glanced at my sister. Cheaper services, indeed.
"We need something legit, Vinnie. Something that we can funnel money through, and have it come back all squeaky clean." Mickey paused as he gave me a once over. "You've kept in shape."
"Of course."
"You're a fighter, Vinnie. A remorseless cold blooded killer. You don't go down easy," Mickey said, and then paused, searching the air for words. "With your...background...we can't get you a boxing liscense. But, we can get you into something else. Something more...well...your style."
I took this all in with a bit of regret. It seems that Mickey had already made up his mind. He wasn't going to kill me, he was going to use me. I don't doubt for a second that he thinks I did sell out our boss, and this is his way of making me repay the family.
"I don't agree to do this. I'm not going to do it, Mickey." The tension in the room returned as I spoke. Mickey slowly lowered his gaze on me once more. "I'm out. I'm clean."
Mickey looked up at his hired gun, then back at me. Suddenly, his gaze diverted to my sister.
"She's a working girl, Vinnie. If you won't work for us, she will." Mickey continued playing with her hair. Maggie was defenseless, she still had that blank stare trained on Suarez's body. "Hell, we'd treat her better than those Mexicans would. She'd earn a lot more money, too."
The family always knows how to grab you by the balls. After years of extorting money or services, I was suddenly on the wrong end of the deal.
"You're not touching my sister." Mickey chuckled a bit at that remark. "I'm back, I'm taking care of her, just like old times."
"Then you'll start by doing what I tell you to. Capiche?" Mickey pulled his hand away from my sister. "As long as you help out the family, we'll help you out. Now, all you gotta do is give me your word, and your sister has a nice place to stay. Close to us."
I just nodded. Mickey had a shit-eating grin spread across his face. He took Maggie by the arm, and slowly got her to rise to her feet.
"Sweetheart, sorry about the mess. Come with us." The hired gun started to lead her away, but she turned to me first.
"You come back, and the whole life I've built is ruined in fifteen minutes." She turned and walked away, leaving that dagger in my heart. A fine mess of things this day has turned out to be. The hired gun and my sister left the apartment.
"Vinnie, I'll get some guys to move her things out and talk with the landlord. She'll have officially moved out before any of this happened. She won't be in any trouble." He patted me on the back again. "You're going to ACW, Vinnie. Wrestling. I hope you enjoy it, I really do. Because you'll be doing it for a long time. We'll be taking cuts from your merchandise sales and events. And you better make a name for yourself, fast. If you don't, your sister will make up what you fail to bring in."
I wanted to kill him, I wanted to be done with it. I wanted out, but that was impossible now.
"Hey, Vinnie. Why the long face? You got what you always wanted. You're legit now. Clean." Mickey walked out after handing me a card, with a set of instructions on where to be and when.
In less than an hour, I've gotten pulled back into organized crime, left with two bodies, and the family was going to use my sister unless I started making them some money by putting my body on the line. And I couldn't do a thing about it.
Except make the ACW pay...
The video fades to black. No one speaks for several seconds, and then gradually the chattering and hubbub resurfaces. But one thing’s for certain – when Vinnie Dulario arrives, everyone in ACW will have to raise their game.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:47:29 GMT -5
Segment: Fancy meeting you here….. (Credit: Ridley)
In the back, Ridley stalks down the hallway, grim visions of blood and turmoil rising in his mind, as he thinks of ways to add another notch on his "kill count" for tonight.
Ridley: Hmmm....I wonder---
?: Hey. Ridley. Over here.
He turns, and although he's looking at a person off-camera, Ridley's mildly-surprised expression indicates that it's somebody he wasn't expecting.
Ridley: Odd. I didn't expect you, of all people, to show your face around here again.
?: You'll be seeing a lot more of it soon. Listen, I have a plan that'll benefit us both. It goes like this...
Ridley listens to the mysterious person as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:48:28 GMT -5
Match 8: Davey Marvel Vs RDK - No Holds Barred, Last Man Standing (Credit: BK London; opening credits Davey Marvel) The fans are still debating who the new shadowy figure might be as Philip enters the ring once again; a hush falls over the crowd, they know an incredibly intense match is about to take place.Phillip: This match is a Last Man Standing Match, coming to the ring from Ann Arbor, Michigan, Davey Marvel! "Judith" by A Perfect Circle hits and Davey Marvel makes his way to the ring. He is moments away from his match with RDK which is no doubt going to be a huge grudge match. Davey is carrying the Katana with him at this time, which has not been seen properly since Bloody Valentine when Davey took on Jack Fury in an Ultimate X match for control over those gauntlets which Marvel is also sporting. Davey has made his way to the ring and is signaling for a mic and one is thrown to him. While still dressed in his entrance attire and with his hood up he begins to speak.Davey: Tonight I embark in one of the most brutal matches this business has to offer, a "Last Man Standing" match. A match where the sole purpose is to beat your opponent so badly that they cannot even stand on their own two legs without their body dropping to the mat. You are all probably thinking this match will be one for the ages, it will be brought up whenever anyone talks about this particular match. Well that is where you are all very very wrong. Once Macho Man RDK steps into this ring, I will begin an assault that will result in the quickest last man standing match in history. People will bring this match up in the future, however it will be to say how quick and one sided it was, NOT for how great of a match and NOT for how each man gave it their all to fight for the right to take their name and place it on a pedestal with all the other ones to put on great matches in ACW. Oh no, this match IS gonna be Brutal it IS gonna be dangerous but it also IS gonna be quick cause RDK this feud... Davey whips off his hood and in a fit of rage, and to stamp and exclamation point on both his speech, as well as his feud with RDK.Davey: IT DIES TONIGHT!!!! Davey sits down in the corner and waits for RDK's music to hit and for him to make his way to the ring; an assistant quietly removes the Katana and takes it to the timekeeper’s table for safekeeping for now.
Right on time, "Macho Man" hits and the roof of the arena almost blows its top off due to the huge ovation for RDK.Philip: And his opponent, from Yellowknife, Canada, weighing in at 245 pounds, Macho Man RDK! RDK steps out with a new black and red version of his attire. RDK walks down to the ring slapping hands with the people in the crowd and running around the ring doing so also. RDK rolls into the ring and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle to give the crowd a salute and the pop somehow gets larger. RDK steps down from the middle turnbuckle and he goes on the turnbuckle across the ring. As he is saluting the crowd, Davey comes to life and with a huge burst of speed rushes over and drags RDK down on to the mat. They struggle until they topple out of the ring, and the ref slides out to follow them, signaling for the bell at the same time.Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:49:32 GMT -5
RDK bashes Marvel's head into the apron and then thrusts his back repeatedly into the same place on the apron. Already RDK is showing ruthless aggression and has no thoughts of losing this match. RDK then attempts to whip Marvel into the steel barricade but Davey hops over the barricade just in time. RDK runs up to Marvel but Marvel hits RDK with a forearm to the face and RDK holds his nose. Marvel hops up on the barricade and turns around. He goes for a Moonsault but RDK catches him in mid-air. The crowd knows what’s gonna happen next as RDK tries to smash Davey's shoulder into the ring post but Marvel evades the move by slipping off RDK's shoulders and sending RDK into the ring post. RDK holds his shoulder and Davey tosses RDK into the ring. Davey slides in the ring right behind RDK and he picks up RDK and sets him up in the corner. Davey sets up RDK's arms on the top rope and he chops him hard in his chest leaving a red mark on RDK's chest. Davey is just getting started as he hits RDK with another chop to his chest. These knife edge chops hurt RDK but he begins Machoing up. Davey hits another chop and it has no effect, then RDK grabs Davey by the throat and tosses Marvel in the corner. RDK opens up a can of whoop ass with multiple chops to the chest of Davey, RDK whips Davey into the opposite corner and Davey hits the corner hard due to the velocity of the whip. Davey staggers to his feet and RDK attempts to throw Marvel out the ring but he hangs on to the top rope. Davey attempts to skin the cat but RDK is not having it as he dropkicks Davey's torso and Davey falls to the outside. RDK goes onto the apron and he waits for Davey to get up, as he does RDK charges at Davey with a Running Shoulder Block from the apron which knocks Marvel down.
The referee begins to count but RDK is not gonna let that slide by him as he picks up Davey, RDK attempts to whip Davey into the steel steps but Davey counters it and sends RDK into the steel steps. RDK holds his shoulder in pain on the ground and Davey picks up RDK again instead of letting him stay down for the count. Davey goes over to the barricade and flapjacks RDK's chest into the top of the barricade. RDK holds his chest in pain and Davey capitalizes with a Bulldog but RDK holds him up in mid-air. RDK now has Davey in backdrop position but instead of the backdrop he rams Davey's groin into the ring post. The expression on Davey's face is priceless as he hits the ring post with his genitals. Davey drops to the ground and RDK goes off the side to get a breather as the referee begins a count. 1..............2...........3...............4, now Davey is seen rising to his feet with the help of the apron......5.............6..now Davey is at a vertical base. RDK throws Davey in the ring and then he goes under the ring again possibly searching for something. RDK obviously finds it as he pulls out a table from under the ring and sets it up on the outside. RDK then slides in the ring and Davey is already on his feet, RDK approaches Davey but Davey kicks RDK in the abdomen and then plants him head first with a DDT. RDK is out on the mat and Davey gets to his feet, Davey goes to the outside and he pushes announcer Phillip off his chair to retrieve one. RDK begins to stagger to his feet and Davey enter the ring with a chair, as RDK gets up Davey attempts to strike RDK but RDK hits Davey with a Drop Toe Hold smacking the chair into his face.
Davey is out and RDK picks up Davey from the ground, and tosses him to the outside by the table. RDK punches Davey which sends Davey reeling into the barricade, RDK approaches Davey again and Davey retaliates with another gut kick. Davey then thrusts RDK into the ring post and RDK hits the back of his head in the steel pole. Davey smiles as RDK is in pain, Davey then wraps his arm around the torso of RDK and spins him around to hit him with a Overhead Belly to Belly back first into the ring post. RDK drops head first to the ground and Davey rises his head from the ground and smiles as he gets some boos from the crowd. Davey slides back into the ring as RDK is still out and the referee begins to count. 1.......................2....................3.......................4.........................5, and RDK only now begins to show some signs of life. 6......................7......................8, RDK begins to rise to his feet and he is at a vertical base by nine. Davey can't believe that RDK isn't out after that move as a normal person would be. RDK gets up and Davey baseball slides him hitting his back sending him jaw first into the barricade. Davey slides to the outside and he places RDK on the table set up by RDK earlier. Davey slides back inside the ring and Davey waits by the ropes as the crowd watches in anticipation for the big move they know is coming. Davey then hits RDK with The Marvel through the table. RDK is out and so is Davey for the moment as he hurt his tailbone on the landing of that move. The referee begins to count again and Marvel is up by 3 but RDK is not. As the referee continues counting the crowd chants for RDK, cheering him on to get up and finally by the count of 9 again he does. Davey is awestruck as a regular man would've been out already, Davey slides to the outside and he grabs RDK and slides him back into the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:50:17 GMT -5
RDK is in excruciating pain as he crawls toward the center of the ring, Davey slides in and cockily struts around the ring and kicks RDK in the face. RDK begins to rise once more and Davey slaps him down to the ground. Davey picks up RDK and whips him into the corner but RDK runs right out the corner and hits Davey with a clothesline. RDK seems to be feeling it as Davey gets up again and RDK clotheslines him down again. Davey gets up and RDK goes for another clothesline but Davey beautifully counters that move into an abdominal stretch. RDK screams in pain as he is locked in the clutches off the move. RDK then powers out of it with a hip toss, Davey gets up again and RDK punches him into the ropes. RDK whips Davey off the ropes and takes him down with a Samoan Drop. RDK gets up to his feet and the crowd goes nuts for RDK and RDK goes for the Lionsault and hits his mark on Davey. RDK knows that’s not gonna keep Davey down so he picks up the steel chair and the crowd goes nuts. Davey begins to stagger to his feet holding his ribs and as he turns around he is stricken down with a sickening chair shot. Davey is laid out in the middle of the ring and blood begins to trickle from the head of Davey. The referee begins to count and Davey begins to slowly roll to the edge of the ring to use the ropes to help him get up. As Davey reaches to his feet by 7, RDK charges at Davey but is halted once Davey releases some powder into the face of RDK, blinding him. RDK throws punches not knowing if they are hitting or not and Davey grabs the steel chair and cracks RDK over his back. He then lays a second blow to the head of RDK knocking him out the ring to the outside. Davey collapses to the ground due to the amount of blood he has lost in the moments after he has been opened up.
The referee begins to count for the double count out and the crowd cheers on RDK, both Davey and RDK begin to get up and RDK is revealed to have some blood coming from his forehead also. RDK is groggy walking around and he turns around to see Davey groggily standing by the ropes. Davey springboards off the rope to the outside hitting the Nightmare on RDK planting him into the ground. RDK is out again and Davey is also out as he hits his back hard on the landing on the outside. 1...........................2.........................3...........................4...........................5.........................6, just then RDK begins to get up and so does Davey. They both hold onto each other to get up and RDK hits Davey with a punch to the face. Davey then fires back with a blow of his own, the two begin to, BAM, kick it up a notch and they begin rapidly exchanging blows. RDK and Davey begin to fight it out and RDK knees Davey in the gut and hits the DDT on the outside. RDK gets up and he is light headed from the amount of blood loss. RDK lifts up the top part of the steel steps and he throws it to the side showing impressive strength. RDK then picks up Davey and puts his head between his legs as he stands on the steel steps. RDK goes for the Piledriver but Davey counters it into a backbody drop. RDK holds his back in pain and begins to get up, Davey stalks RDK from behind and as he is up he turns him around and and throws RDK up in the air. Davey catches RDK on his shoulders and goes for the Davey Driver but RDK slips off the shoulders of RDK and turns him around. RDK hits the Macho Slam on the steel steps and the crowd goes wild.
RDK picks up Davey and tosses him in the ring as he wants more pain from Davey. RDK picks up both legs of Davey and locks in the Sharpshooter. Davey screams in agonizing pain, shades of Austin-Bret as the blood trickles from the head of Davey to the mat. Davey begins to tap out but to no use as the referee can't call for submission. Davey begins to slowly pass out because of the pain and RDK releases the hold. Davey is out almost but he begins to regain consciousness. He tries to crawl toward the steel chair to grab it but RDK kicks the chair out of the ring. RDK picks up Davey and tosses him out the ring. RDK begins to hype up the crowd, as Davey was getting up RDK bounces off the ropes and goes for the Vaulting Body Press over the top rope but Davey knocks him out with a sledgehammer to the face in mid-air. RDK drops to the ground laying motionless and Davey picks him up and tosses him in the ring. RDK is out and the referee begins to count. Davey looks at the sledgehammer and he throws it out the ring. Davey then sinisterly looks at the referee and then superkicks him off his feet. RDK is still out and Davey goes to the outside and holds up the Katana, almost praising it. Davey then looks inside the ring and he slides into it; the fans scream as Davey raises the sword up high, grinning with a viciousness normally attributed to just one man……
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:52:12 GMT -5
The phrase “speak of the Devil” has never been so accurate, for at that very second all the lights in the arena fail and the crowd goes berserk as “Puritania” hits. Davey glances to his right, expecting this to be a trick, so he’s truly shocked when Ridely comes out in full regalia, and walks purposefully to the ring. He raises the lights in customary fashion and the noise dies back just a little as the fans see that Ridley has a mic with him.
Ridley slides into the ring as the lights return to normal, microphone in hand, and stands with his huge cape taking up almost more space than his actual body. He shakes his head in derision as he looks at Davey, holding the katana, then speaks.
Ridley: Well, well, the mighty Bladeshadow. You still don't look like much, I must admit. Ah, well...
He crosses the ring and makes a perfunctory check on the downed referee.
Ridley: Hmmm...did a number on him, didn't we....
Ridley turns and walks back to Davey, getting VERY CLOSE, so close Davey can feel Ridley's breath on his face.
Ridley: Just enough time to make things interesting, eh?
His savage grin indicates what kind of "interesting" things he has in mind for his apparent victim. Davey takes his gaze off RDK for a second, and plants a finger in Ridley's chest to push him away.
Davey: You watch your mouth, or---
Ridley smacks Davey's hand away from him, and rather hard, at that. Davey shakes it off for a second and glares as Ridley continues.
Ridley: Watch where you put your hands; you might draw back a bloody stump next time. Tell me this, you pathetic maggot...do you believe in dreams coming true?
There's a dumbfounded moment of silence as Davey almost laughs in disbelief.
Davey: What the hell are you talking about? Ridley, you've got to be---
In a flash, he's snatched up off the ground by the throat, the second person Ridley's treated this way tonight, and held very, very close in a vice - like grip.
Ridley: DO...YOU...BELIEVE...IN...DREAMS....COMING...TRUE? SIMPLE QUESTION, MOTHERFUCKER.
Davey kicks and struggles as Ridley's grip tightens significantly. He barely manages to get out the words.
Davey: I don't know...yes? No? Maybe? Yes? Let go!!!
Ridley unceremoniously drops him and Davey barely lands on his feet. He's about to lunge, but the Lord of Darkness is already walking away. Davey pauses, puzzled, as Ridley continues to speak.
Ridley: Good. Excellent, in fact, because your dreams are about to be realized, worm. All that power you've been delving into that one as spineless and low as yourself was never meant to even know of...is about to return to its rightful owners. In particular, MY gauntlets...and that sword.
The crowd murmurs in excitement as Davey looks at the katana...then slowly realizes what Ridley means. The tension and excitement slowly build up until they're at an absolute peak...and then Ridley puts a finger to his lips.
Ridley: Shhhhhhh. Not so loud.
Dead silence prevails in the arena as Ridley takes his finger from his lips and whispers into the microphone.
Ridley: Davey...be careful what you wish for. You're about to get it...head on, and way, way, more than you ever expected.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 26, 2005 15:53:07 GMT -5
All of a sudden the lights go out, everyone is frozen in place as not a soul dares move, including Davey, though less in fear than in anticipation. There is complete silence through the arena and then, after a minute has passed, there’s a loud bang, accompanied by a bright flash causing everyone in the arena, save those inside the ring and Ridley himself to jump back out of their seats (those few that were still in them). An instant later the lights are re-illuminated across the arena and standing on the opposite side of the ring from Davey is a familiar figure. It LOOKS like Blade, but he is very different form the last time he was seen. He appears to be back in his old Ninja uniform, but it is no longer the traditional black of most known ninja costumes. Instead Blade is now garbed in pure white ninja armor. His eyes, still back to their Blue hue, but far colder than they have ever looked in the past stare straight into Davey’s backside, as Davey is still in focused on the lord of hardcore who is still standing in his previous place, for fear of it being a trick and being blindsided once he turns his back. Blade stands very still, and it is obvious he has not simply been in Florida fishing since he “retired” as he looks to be in even better shape than he was when he left. He is more muscular than ever and he looks to have gained about 10 pounds. He ice blue eyes show more focus and intensity than he has ever shown, and it is instantly obvious that the few months that he was forced to spend under Jack’s control have affected him deeply, and this is a much more serious Blade than the happy go lucky one from before this time. Now, for the first time in 2 months, the crowd hears him speak, and his tone is so strong and serious, he doesn’t even need a microphone for the entire crowd to hear him.
Blade: DAVEY!
Ridley backs off slightly to show that this is far from a trick and Davey finally decides to turn around slowly inch by inch. When he does finally lock eyes on the new man standing in the ring, there is a moment of shock on his face, which then quickly turns into of all things delight, that Blade has finally answered Davey’s challenges. He is still hesitant however and he slowly edges his way over to Blade’s side of the ring. He moves with the sword held straight out, ready for any surprise attack, until he is only a few feet from Blade, and he finally lowers the sword.
Davey: Is it……is it REALLY you, Blade…BladeShadow?
Davey responds in a cackling, almost giddy manner.
Blade: No, that sword that you hold in your very hand is the BladeShadow. I now find that I have NO attachment to that sword whatsoever, and as a result that name means no longer means ANYTHING me. Instead I have now discovered that which is my true birthright, and with it a new power, one which has been made from pure good, much unlike the pure evil which created that wretched katana. To me, the man named BladeShadow is dead, I am… BladeSeika.
Davey: Fuck man., you can call yourself Bladesuckeysuckey for all I care, I’m STILL GOING TO DEFEAT YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL!
With that, Davey loses any and all semblance of sanity and savagely attacks Blade with everything he can. He sends a number of punches and kicks at Blade. Blade however is easily able to dodge all of the attacks and simply spends a few moments letting Davey tire himself out. Blade finally becomes tired of this senseless assault, and lands a powerful punch into Davey’s ribs, forcing him to reel back. Blade then makes a 360-degree turn, and unsheathes what many expected to have been a steel sword. But instead it is a wooden kendo stick. He twirls and raises it high in the air, and either from friction caused by Blade’s near inhuman speed, or some new power he has learned, the sword like kendo stick actually bursts into flames. Blade then, with a fire in his eyes equal to that of the wooden sword itself slams it nearly as hard as he can against Davey’s temple, knocking him clear out cold in a single hit, but at the same point, breaking the kendo stick in half, casing it to splinter all into Davey’s hair and clothes. Blade calmly strides over to the prone Davey, who has been thrown all the way across the ring and back next to RDK, by the sheer force of the blow. He then slowly bends over and grabs the steel gauntlets which adorn Davey’s hands. He stares at the instruments which have been the cause of so much agony in his life over the past few months and grimaces for a second, thinking back. A second later he snaps back into reality, and without any further ado he rips the gauntlets off of Davey’s hands in a flash of power and a light groan from their, now former, partner. It can be seen that Davey’s hands, while not nearly as damaged as Jack’s, are still badly burned and will need to be treated once all this is said and done. Blade stands up, while grasping the gauntlets and looks Ridley straight in the eyes.
Blade: I now return this pair of power conduits which have caused so much pain and torture, to me, my family, and my friends, back to the only man I know who could ever control them, without letting themselves be taken in by the power in the process.
Blade then almost leisurely tosses the gauntlets to Ridley, who easily catches them. He flashes a cursory smile, that of something like friendship and thankfulness, back at Blade. Blade nods lightly and then focuses his attention back on Davey. He kneels back down and looks at his old Katana, the blade which he personally has used both on friends and foes alike. He reminisces about the time he spent in Okinawa, and the journey he originally went through to obtain the sword, and how proud he was of it. However before he is able to become too sentimental over the situation he finally rips the obsidian katana away from Davey’s prying hands. Davey is now beginning to look as normal as he was before this entire escapade began, though a bit worse for wear with various bruises and cuts throughout his entire body. Blade stands up and grasps the blade between his hands, being careful so as to make sure that he does not cut himself.
Blade: I believe I should never have let this horrid sword survive in this world for nearly as long as it has. Everything that has occurred since my leave has been the result of this katana and vicariously I am solely responsible for all of it, including all the damage which has been done in this match to one of my best friends, RDK. Well no more, today is the end of this torture device’s reign of terror, once and for all.
With that, Blade narrows his eyes and raises his knee. He then slams the black sword over his knee, shattering it into hundreds of pieces, which land all over the mat. However, the hilt is somehow kept in a single piece, and Blade decides to save this, as he puts this under his belt for safekeeping, perhaps both as a memento of his past, as well as a reminder to never let the blackness which is in all men taint his heart. He then kneels back down one final time and leans close into Davey’s face.
Blade: That Sword, it may have been the power behind your madness, but your heart had to want the evil power for it to accept you, you had to ALLOW it to take you over. Therefore I will consider you to still be a threat, and I promise you, THIS IS FAR FROM OVER.
With that Blade gets back up, and in a blast of anger picks up Davey, lifts him into the air and introduces one of his new moves, the Celestial Dusk (Ki Krusher ’99), making sure that Davey will be out cold for a good long time. Blade then slowly walks over to RDK, and he then checks him over so as makes sure that while he is unconscious, his heath is not in danger. He then leans in close to his friend RDK.
Blade: I am sorry old friend….I wish I could have come sooner, and maybe have been able to spare you some of this pain…<br> Sighing, Blade finally rises and walks slowly over to the ropes, and hops off the apron, and out of the ring, he then walks outside and nods lightly once again, this time in a sign of thanks of his own to Ridley and slowly makes his way to the backstage, to the roar of the crowd who have been chanting his name, since his return. Still holding the gauntlets, Ridley stays to ensure that the just – about recovering referee gives a full 10 count and bring the match to a proper conclusion.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to the failure of either contestant to answer the 10 count, this contest is a double knockout and therefore a draw.
EMTs and trainers are already on their way down to attend to both men in the ring. As they start to bring RDK around, Ridley takes his leave – he looks satisfied with the outcome of this particular event but the deeper look in his eyes shows that his evening is far from over. With considerable work required on the part of the medical staff, the show cuts off to commercials.
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