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Post by Latino on Aug 1, 2005 18:12:37 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Seven Deadly Sins ‘05Saturday 13th August 2005 Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------------------------------- ACW Junior Title Andy Starr vs. Anthony Kalb -------------------------------------------------------- Davey Marvel vs. Jake Cheng -------------------------------------------------------- Mixed Sins Match - ACW Women's Title Rena vs. Sakina Khalida -------------------------------------------------------- Locker Room Brawl Bre Double T vs. Scott Andrews -------------------------------------------------------- ACW Entertainment Title Predator vs. Sgt. Pilko vs. Cernunnos vs. Kudo -------------------------------------------------------- Hell In A Cell - Battle of Acronyms - #1 Contenders for the World Title BK vs. RDK vs TNT -------------------------------------------------------- Seven Sins Match - Falls Count Anywhere, No DQ Ak vs. Latino vs. DD vs. Angelo vs. Hunter vs. Wyvern vs. Skurai -------------------------------------------------------- ACW World Title Match Yoko Satoshi vs. The Senator --------------------------------------------------------
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:18:51 GMT -5
Things might be hectic in the world of ACW at the moment, but the superstars always pull out all the stops for a PPV, and this one is no exception. After the events of SDS ’04, this year’s event is back at the ACW arena, location disclosed on a need to know basis; it’s packed out, and the fans have brought a swathe of banners to decorate the hall as the camera sweeps around past them.
The Alphatron comes to life for the first time tonight; it shows a simple scene of Ginger in his office. Ginger addresses the camera.
Ginger: Good Evening to our wonderful ACW Fans. As you know, tonight is a pivotal one for the company, and I am taking a couple of moments here at the start of the show…. to thank you all for your support over the last 13 months. Whatever happens tonight, I will always be grateful for having had the chance to provide you with top quality entertainment, and I have every faith that our roster will continue to do so in the future. I am banking my own chips on our ACW World Champion, Yoko Satoshi; I believe she represents the essence of this federation, and I would appeal to all of you to get behind her tonight. Enjoy the show, everyone.
There is a loud cheer from the crowd, and it continues as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:19:33 GMT -5
Segment: Reaching an Understanding (Credit: Yoko)
As the camera fades in, we see a view of the ACW parking lot. We can see Mercer Stanton and Elias hovering around the door, obviously waiting for someone.
Elias: So what do I do when she shows up? Do you want me to shoot her?
Mercer: That's the worst thing you could do in this situation.
Elias: Then why are we waiting for her?
Mercer: I'm going to talk to her. We're not going to rough her up or threaten her, just talk. I think that's her now.
We see Yoko Satoshi entering the parking lot, no vehicle.
Elias: Hey, she must have walked. Maybe she's tired.
Mercer: She's not tired, she always takes a taxi to the arena. She isn't that stupid.
Yoko slows down upon seeing them waiting for her, but she has to pass them eventually, and decides to get it over with.
Yoko: Please just let me through, you two.
Mercer: I'd like to talk to you first, it'll only take a moment.
Yoko: I'm not going to throw the match, if you were going to try to pay me to throw it or something.
Mercer: Certainly not. I was just wondering something.
Yoko: Yeah?
Mercer: Why Ginger? You must understand, it came as a shock to me that you would not only refuse me, but go to the enemy.
Yoko: I thought I explained myself pretty well on Warfare. I want to do something good for a change.
Mercer: Good and bad is strictly based on point of view, you know.
Yoko: I can follow Star Wars logic, too. Wanna see? In my point of view, it would be bad to let a corrupt businessman who knows nothing about wrestling, take over ACW. Not to mention said businessman has a lot of ties to the supernatural. The bad kind of supernatural.
Mercer: I don't know what you're getting at.
Yoko: Well, you knew someone who could fix a damaged talking bunny demon, in seconds. I also noticed the Pickman painting in your office. And then there's...him.
She points at Elias.
Mercer: What's wrong with him?
Yoko: Don't think I don't know who his son is, I do. I pieced it together when his last name was announced. I don't know if he's like his son, but there's definitely something crazy. He's like 77 years old, but he looks nowhere near it.
Elias snarls his face at her.
Mercer: Well, aren't you a smart one. I guess we ARE the bad guys by your point of view, then. No matter though, I'm confident Mr. Phillips will defeat you tonight. And if he does, I can safely say that you'll be fired.
Yoko marches past him and into the building.
Yoko: You shouldn't give your enemies reason to fight.
Stanton frowns at that statement as Yoko heads to her locker room.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:20:19 GMT -5
A Walk in the Park (Credit: Jake Cheng, Stan the Cameraman)
Jake Cheng is once again in his locker room backstage in the infamous ACW Arena. He is throwing various things into his gym bag, but that camera can’t make out what they are. Stan, who is in front of the camera, also but things in the gym bag next to Jake’s, which is his. The two ignore the camera. It is possible they don’t even know it is on...
Jake*standing up straight*: Welcome ACW.
Or not.
Jake: Tonight, Stan and I are keeping our PPV ratings streak up. But tonight there won’t be any midgets.
Jake pauses, giving the live audience a chance to boo and aww. Whether it is directed toward him or the absence of the midgets is unknown.
Jake: Today Stan and I are going on a road trip. We are going somewhere extra fun. Too bad most of you couldn’t afford it.
Stan*jumping up and down*: Oh! Oh! Can I guess?
Jake: Ok Stan, you get four guesses.
Stan: Somewhere fun...a slaughterhouse?
Jake: Nope.
Stan: Hmmm...an old folks home?
Jake: Try again.
Stan: What about......a funeral for Professor Dumbledore?
Jake: You twit… what about all the kids watching?
Stan: Oh shit, sorry. Then we must be going to the ACW theme park.
Jake: Correct. The ACW Amusement Park! All the rides you could ever wish for. The BK Bumper Cars, the Kitsune Coaster. And the newest ride, The Daredevil. It opens today.
Stan: Jake, you know the lines are going to be insanely long. We are going to need something else to do.
Jake smirks.
Jake: Don’t worry Stan. In honor of the PPV, Seven Deadly Sins, we are going to commit all seven sins. Oh and I’ll trash people too. Just random people. And HWL too. Well, mostly Ravaged. And Jif.
Stan stiffens.
Stan; JIF! I’M ALLERGIC TO NUTS!
Stan grabs his bag, and sprints out of the locker room. Jake smiles and walks behind the camera, gym bag slung over his shoulder.
As he goes, Ginger and AK are talking in the corridor. They both watch and then turn to face one another again.
Ginger: Jesus…. they just can’t leave it alone, can they? I hope everyone realizes we’re not sanctioning any of this puerile behaviour.
AK: Oh, I think they realize it now. They’re just lucky I don’t rewrite their scenes and flood them with tribbles or screaming schoolkids…. on their own heads be it, I say.
Ginger and AK walk off, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:21:33 GMT -5
Segment: Real Entertainment (Credit: FSX/Kudo)
Seven Deadly Sins returns from a quick commercial break with the camera fading into the scene of Kudo taping up his wrists in his locker room while watching the small 15 inch TV set stationed in the corner. It’s a compilation video currently being aired, highlighting some of the more recent memorable moments of ACW. Just as Kudo finishes taping up his left wrist, interviewer Kevin Anderson knocks lightly on the door and helps himself into the room. He takes the empty seat next to Kudo, but Kudo’s eyes never leave the screen.
Kevin: Um…Excuse me Kudo, but shouldn’t you be getting ready for a match tonight? (letting out a slight chuckle) What are you doing watching old video footage?
Kudo slowly begins wrapping tape around his right wrist before he finally notices Kevin Anderson sitting next to him.
Kudo(glaring): Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?
Kevin: Well, Mr. Yasuda, I was sent in here to try and get some of your thoughts on your current status in ACW.
A few moments pass with both of them just staring at each other.
Kudo: Well don’t just look at my pretty face, get on with it!
Kevin(clearing his throat): Ahem, well yes, so um I guess the obvious question is how do you feel about Yakuza Kneeing your own father last Warfare? It’s not something that happens everyday you know.
Kudo: How do I feel? It’s something that has been building up in me since the day I was born. In fact, I’d do it again and again, over and over until all that was left of his face was the imprint of my knee! It would be my pleasure to disfigure him so badly that I would never have to see his face again.
As Kudo finishes his sentence, he tears off the tape from the roll, making a loud ripping sound and causing Kevin to flinch. He apparently hasn't yet gotten over the last beating he recieved.
Kevin(nervously gulping): Okay, well on to the next question: You’ve been talking a lot about resurrecting the light heavyweight division and gaining a higher prestige for the title, but tonight you’re scheduled to face Sgt. Pilko, Cernunnos, and the champion himself, The Predator in a match for the Entertainment title. Now I know you’re new here but I didn’t think anyone was that blind or ignorant that they could actually mistake those two belts---
Before he could finish his sentence, Kudo rips off an excess piece of tape and slaps it onto Kevin’s mouth, muffling the rest of his words. Kudo puts his index finger over his mouth and lets out a light “shhh.”
Kudo: I think you’ve spoken too much already, now sit there quietly and shut up. Of course I know the difference between both title belts, and make no mistake about it, I am headed out of Seven Deadly Sins the new Entertainment champion. You see, I’ve been speaking on the behalf of light heavyweights everywhere. I’ve said that we’re underrated and ignored, but I’ve also said that we are some of the greatest entertainers both inside and outside the ring.
Kudo slaps Kevin’s face lightly.
Kudo: Did you get that? I said “entertainers.” So it’s only morally correct that I eliminate the competition and do justice to the Entertainment belt, because what could possibly be more entertaining than watching me, one of the greatest junior heavyweights in the world perform every week with championship gold?
Kevin mumbles something, as if suggesting there really are many things more entertaining. He never does learn.
Kudo: It was a rhetorical question idiot.
Kudo then slaps him in the face harder, shutting him up. Just then, the TV flashes highlights from the recent Cernunnos and Hitman, ACW deity match up.
Kudo: Oh come on, you can’t seriously think that watching these blubbering idiots is entertainment. I mean I thought Cernunnos was the most immobile sack of garbage on this earth, but I stand corrected. Look at this guy, Hitman of the Gods, an even bigger failure than his opponent. Coming into Seven Deadly Sins, the only sin I have is allowing this bore-fest to take place while I am employed by ACW. You see, in this business, size is not everything, in fact, size is nothing! Just look at this 8 foot joke of a man, losing to the smaller guy. I will do what he could not, and that is defeat Cernunnos in my match tonight. Can you believe that he was the Junior champion? The only thing junior about this guy is his talent.
Kevin points to the TV as footage of Predator holding up the Entertainment belt comes on
Kudo: Right, right, of course there’s also The Predator. You know, I only know who this guy is because there’s a belt on him. Does he deserve it? Not at all. He’s been getting higher in the company because he holds that belt around his waist, not because he’s entertaining, not in the very least. This man has been clinging on to the Entertainment title, beating chumps and openers and retaining against nobodies. And again he’s going to be in the ring with 2 chumps, but I got news for him. He’s also defending his title tonight against Mr. K.O. and believe me, I’m far from anything he’s ever faced before.
Kevin mumbles more inaudible words and holds up four fingers.
Kudo: What? The fourth person? Sgt. Pilko? I don’t even know who that is. You sure he’s in my match tonight? Whatever, I’m sure he’ll just end up being a harmless, but annoying nuisance, much like yourself, so I’d like to show you to the door.
Kudo picks Kevin up and walks him toward the locker room door. Before he can get out, Kudo viciously rips off the tape on Kevin’s mouth (causing much girlish screaming) and slams his head into the wall next to the door before throwing him out violently. He lands with a thud in front of someone, and it seems as if the scene is over before Kevin looks up in an equal fear that he was just in to see who was standing in front of him
Kevin: Oh god! What are the chances?
The camera's focus moves up, before revealing that the very person that Kevin had landed in front of was, Fallen Souls. Oh the memories. FSX looks down at Kevin, before he begins to grin at his obvious fear.
FSX: These are the kind of things that I missed about ACW, watching Kevin grovel in fear, then beating him up for getting in my way!
Kevin: Oh god..no...have mercy....no...no...NOOOOOO!!
Kevin's girlish screams fill the hallway for a moment as Fallen moves back, and hits him hard on the side of the head with a stiff kick, effectively knocking him out for the moment. After taking a minute to bask in the glory of knocking out everyone's favorite punching bag personality, he notices that Kudo has bothered to come out of his locker room at the loud commotion.
Kudo: Hey, nice kick. Most of the people that I’ve come across back here don't really show that much potential. But I'm guessing they’re holding you down and must have only signed you to a developmental deal, am I right?
Fallen takes a moment to judge Kudo’s appearance, unsure whether to give him the time of day, or immediately insult him for not recognizing him...
FSX: Do you seriously think they would sign me to a developmental contract? I'm F-S-X for gods sake, former Junior champion, former International champion, future World champion, and if your lucky, I won't be the next person to stomp reality back into you!
Kudo: Yeah? Well I’m Kudo Yasuda, I’m a one of the best junior heavyweights in the business. I can yakuza knee ANYONE, and more often then not they'll be out cold. That's why they call me “Mr. K.O.”(tapping the sign outside his locker room door)
They both seem to be judging each other for a moment, before Fallen extends a hand.
FSX: I can respect that. You remind me a lot like myself when I was younger
The tension has suddenly started to die down with the gesture
Kudo: Well, I'll have to take that as a compliment...Right now I’m trying to spread the message that the light heavyweight's deserve to be pushed up the card, I didn't realize that there was already one that made it.
FSX: I had to commit certain suicide to earn my spot, it's no real surprise. Trying to spread a message though? That's something no one's done before. I mean, I know a couple people in the back that have been sent messages of AIDS by a certain someone in the back, but I didn't know someone was trying to spread something that people should catch on to.
After some hesitating they shake hands almost as if a mutual standing has been reached between them, before they both look down at Kevin.
Kudo: You know...he hasn't really moved since you kicked him, he might be seriously injured..
FSX: ....Yeah, but he's annoying, and more then likely easy to replace.
Kudo: Very true, very true. Well, I do have a match I have to get ready for. Even if my opponents are an untalented bunch of nobodies.
FSX: I do have to catch up with my stable mates still, I’m sure there dieing to see me...well, I’m sure Anthony and Kevin will at least be there. As they always are...hmm…On this upcoming meltdown I’ll catch up with you, someone has to help you make better talent noticed. Besides, I’m bound to be booked and showcasing myself to be a hundred times better then I ever was before.
Both of them again look at each other for a moment, before nodding at each other calmly and they both go their separate ways. It may not be known yet, but a very deadly combination may have just been formed. All will be discovered soon, but there are still many more deadly sins to take place tonight.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:22:31 GMT -5
Match 1: Andy Starr vs. Anthony Kalb – ACW Junior Title Match (Credit: Daredevil) The noise in the arena speaks for itself… the fans want action, and there is a cheer as Philip emerges from the back and comes down to the ring, mic in hand.Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Junior title! Coming first, from Houston Texas, he is the Junior champion and accompanied to the ring by Anthony Fitzharris…Anthony Kalb! ’Money’ by Pink Floyd hits and Anthony Kalb walks out to a hot reception from the crowd. He just smirks at the many boos and jeers that surround the arena, and jumps into the ring with Fitzharris following. He jumps onto the turnbuckle, but just gets an even hotter reaction as Fitzharris glares at Philip. Kalb jumps down and hands his belt to the referee, before waiting for Andy Starr.Philip: And from Kelso, Washington, weighing at 220 lbs…Andy Starr! ’No Shelter’ by Rise Against the Machine hits and Andy Starr walks out to a huge pop from the crowd. He points to the ring, and runs down, sliding across the ring and forcing the two Capitalist members the jump out the way. Starr then jumps onto the announcer’s table, and hits a perfect backflip onto the mats, to the delete of the crowd. He then re-enters the ring, as well as Anthony Kalb, and they square off ready to fight.Bell rings Kalb and Starr are very familiar with each other’s moveset, so they are both cautious when they lock up into a headlock. Both men attempt to beat each other, but they’re evenly matched and throw it off. They walk away, and then both turn and run back into another headlock. This time Kalb wins it, and throws Starr towards the ropes. Kalb tries an early belly-to belly side suplex but Starr pushes Kalb away and hits a dropkick to his chest. Kalb falls back off the ropes and bounces back to Starr, who hits him with a cross body attack. The pin is made but Kalb easily kicks out before the three count. The two men jump back to their feet, and stare at each other for a second, before Starr attempts another headlock. Only this time Kalb darts to the side and takes Starr down with a swinging Neckbreaker, and climbs back to his feet, before hitting a cheap elbow on his opponent. He then kneels down and repeatedly places his hand around Starr’s neck, choking him but only does it a second or to each time so that the referee cannot finish a 5-count. After performing this for several seconds, Kalb attempts the pin but Andy Starr kicks out at two. Kalb gets to his feet, a little disappointed but nonetheless continues with the match. He lifts Starr up and throws him at the ropes, and locks in a modified sleeper hold. Only Starr isn’t willing to be choked out and so runs at the turnbuckle, running up it and flies over Kalb’s head. He catches Kalb on the way down and hits a brilliant improvised Reverse Tornado DDT, which sends the crowd wild. Starr looks at his opponent, and smiles before hitting a standing Moonsault. Kalb jolts in pain but Starr manages to hold the pin: 1…2…kickout by Kalb. Starr looks frustrated, but knows that it’ll take more than that to defeat Kalb. He waits at the ropes for Anthony Kalb to rise, before the two lock in another headlock. Kalb knees Starr in the stomach, and he understandably bends over clutching his stomach. Kalb grins and delivers a large punch to Starr’s neck, and he falls to the ground. Kalb places him in a sitting position, and locks in an armlock, delivering pain to Starr. Only he quickly does a kip-up to the style of Shawn Michaels, and manages to escape the hold. He runs at the ropes, bouncing back and he hits the Junior champion with a standing dropkick. Starr crawls quickly over to make the cover but Kalb only just manages to move his shoulder off the mat before the count of three. Starr slams the mat in frustration, and climbs to his feet, eager to get the match over with once and for all. He grabs Kalb by the head as he gets up and delivers a knee to the head, which is indeed very heelish tactics but is also desperation tactics. Fitzharris shouts at the referee for the move Starr just did to Kalb. Starr just grabs Fitzharris by his neck, and throws him into the ring with the delight of the crowd. Starr starts booting him before Kalb rolls Starr up: 1…2…kickout by Starr! Fitzharris jumps out of the ring in shock, and shouts at Kalb to finish the job. Kalb agrees, and grabs Starr between his legs and signals for the Pre-emptive Strike. He lifts Starr up, attempting the high-angle Powerbomb but Starr catches Kalb’s head and twists him in a hurricarana! Kalb lands on his arse, in a seating position and Starr kicks Kalb in the back of the head. Kalb falls down onto his back, and Starr signals for the end. He locks the Headscissors on Kalb, and tries to lock in the Octopus stretch. But Kalb resists and manages to escape the hold, rolling to his feet in the centre of the ring. Only Andy Starr is on a roll, and hits the Capitalist member with an uppercut. He then goes for a Springboard Hurricarana, but when he bounces off the ropes Fitzharris pulls his foot, so Starr ends up on the mat. Kalb shakes the dizziness off and sees an opportunity to win. He waits for Starr to get to his feet, which he does, and attempts a Running Lariat. But Starr uses his agility to move out the way and Kalb clocks the referee! Kalb looks at what he just did with shock, and Starr smiles as he throws Kalb out the ring. Only Fitzharris enters the ring and turns Starr around, ready to hit the Buck Stops Here. However Starr resists the move, and hits an Exploding Starr! The crowd cheer as the move is hit, however their cheers turn to groans as Kalb re-enters the ring with the Junior title belt. He clocks Starr with it and makes the cover. The referee crawls across to make the count: 1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout by Andy Starr!!! The crowd again jump up in joy, and Kalb is completely shocked at what just happened. He gets to his feet, and lifts Starr up, going for the Adam Smith Driver. Only once again, Andy Starr escapes the hold quickly, and hits another Exploding Starr! The crowd jump up in joy as he makes the cover for the title: 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!!! Philip: Here is your winner, and NEW Junior champion…Andy Starr!!! ’No Shelter’ by Rise Against the Machine hits again and Andy Starr falls onto his back, completely exhausted, but delighted with his win. The referee hands him the Junior belt and Starr examines it for a couple of seconds in his arms, HBK style. The crowd are fully behind him as he gets to his feet, and holds the belt high in his arms. The Capitalists meanwhile are standing at the top of the ramp, showing their disgust before leaving. Starr just grins at them, and jumps onto the turnbuckle, showing off the belt again before we fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:23:16 GMT -5
*As Andy Starr walks into the curtain after his post-match in-ring celebration, he is met by El Froggy Mask who excitedly jumps up and down. Starr and Froggy embrace for a moment before a familiar voice rings out.*
?: Yo Andy, good job on finally winning the Junior Title and being able to come back to the big shows, Brudah!
Starr: Randy, my old friend, how great it is to see you!
*The camera pans around to view the Macho Man, standing in front of a television table. He walks over to Andy and shakes his hand.*
RDK: Same to you, Andy. Now that you have won the Junior Title, you can return to action on the big shows, Meltdown and Warfare. No more having to wait two weeks to get your hands on those you hate. No more being on the low card show. You can finally come back with the big boys.
Starr: Yes, I know, I have waited more then two months to return to action on Mondays and Thursdays. Now, with the Junior Title, I will have the gold I need to start working my way back up towards the ACW Championship.
Froggy: I happy for you, but what about Fallout?
Starr: I will always remember the friends I made down in Fallout, and will of course come around to defend my title. I’m sure that Kalb will want a rematch soon. And, with the Number One Contender’s tournament, which you my friend have advanced in, I will soon be facing you for the third time. Only, this time, it will be for the title, and I wont go easy on you buddy.
RDK: Yeah brudah, you will have no problem defending your title against the likes of Anthony Kalb or Daniel Ness, El Froggy here will be your most formidable opponent I believe. And then of course, once you get back Andy, you and I will have another of our great matches.
Froggy: Yes, I always loved your matches.
Starr: Of course, my greatest friends, you will both have matches with me, as I have been dying to once again go head-to-head with my oldest friend. Now, for tonight and before your match Randy, lets go celebrate my return!
?: Not so fast, Andy.
*What has quickly become custom in this portion of the PPV, the camera once again pans around, revealing Mercer Stanton standing where the Machoman was standing only minutes earlier. In his hand is the contract sign by him two months earlier.*
Stanton: I would like to congratulate you on finally winning the Junior Title, Andy. Mr. Kanyon, Mr. Erm… Mask, you are both dismissed, Mr. Starr and I have business to discuss.
*RDK makes to protest, but thinks better of it. He and El Froggy walk away as Stanton turns his attention to Starr.*
Stanton: Its been a long two months, watching you work your way up the ladder. Now, as promised, you will receive your Meltdown and Warfare contracts, which are signed and ready.
*He extends his hand to Andy, a sign that Starr will finally return to the lime light. Andy reaches his hand forward and grasps Stanton’s. They shake hands a few seconds, sealing Andy’s return, but something spoils this moment. Stanton smirks just a little too evilly.*
Stanton: Ah yes, Mr. Starr, you are to return to Warfare and Meltdown this coming week. But, if you have ever happened to read the ACW By-Laws, then you would know that what your about to do is against regulations.
Starr: Excuse me sir? I have read the By-Laws, seeing as you like to change things around under peoples’ noses, and I have not broken any of these laws.
Stanton: I believe you are mistaken, Mr. Starr. As stated in the ACW By-Laws, under Title Restrictions, it states clear as crystal that, quote, ‘The Junior Title, a reward for excellence on ACW Fallout, shall remain on Fallout at all times, whether the champion be on Fallout or not. Should the champion discontinue participation in the Fallout program, they forfeit the title to the previous holder.’
*As Stanton reads this, Starr runs the information through his brain. Not being one of slow intellect, he quickly realizes what’s being said.*
Starr: So what your saying sir, is that if I am to return to Meltdown and Warfare, I will have to drop my recently acquired title?
Stanton: Yes Andrew, that is what I’m saying. And, seeing how you have already agreed to returning to the other shows, I must ask you to hand the title back over to it previous holder.
*Stanton gestures to his left, and Anthony Kalb walks into the light, still holding his arm from the beating he just received. Not beyond belief, with the exception of his light injuries, Kalb has an devilish smirk on his face. Andy grimaces before finally addressing Mercer Stanton.*
Starr: Sir, I hope you don’t expect me to return it to Kalb! I mean, he has held the title twice in the past few months… If I give him the title, it will be his third. What, are you trying to turn him into the Triple H of Fallout? If you really want a good show, I suggest you make me give it up to the winner of the tournament your holding.
Stanton: I’m sorry you believe that of my decision. But, the By-Laws cannot be ignored. You must hand the title over to Kalb, or I will be forced to suspend you once again. Which, I am sure, you do not want to have to go through again!
Starr: Of course not sir.
*Reluctantly, Andy removes the title from his shoulder and looks at it. Running his fingers over the words Junior Title, he looks down at the title which has barely rested on his shoulders for ten minutes. He locks his eyes on Kalb as he slowly moves the title towards him. Kalb lashes out and grabs the title, following up with putting it on his own shoulder.*
Kalb: Ah, its great to have you back, back where you belong. As for you Starr, I suggest you go to your locker room and pack your stuff so you can return to your precious locker room back where it used to be.
Stanton: And, I hope you enjoyed your stay on Fallout, because as of this moment, your Fallout contract is terminated!
*With that, Stanton and Kalb walk off, leaving Starr in his thoughts. He stands there for a second before walking to his locker room, leaving the world to ponder: ‘What is Andy going to do now?’ As he finally rounds the corner, camera close behind, it is clear to the ACW audience that a better, yet crestfallen Andy Starr has finally returned to the lime light. What will Andy do? When will he make his first appearance back on the main scene? Does Andy believe that losing his Fallout contract and the Junior Title worth returning to the main shows? That is for Andy to decide, but for now, he must be left in his thoughts and given his space.*
*Andy reaches the door to his locker room, where he opens the door to El Froggy and Randy Kanyon waiting for him. He inaudibly asks them to leave, which they follow doing, and he closes the door. Moments later, “Enter Sandman” is heard from inside the room, just loud enough to hear, as Starr is left to contemplate his next move.*
Fade Out
END SEGMENT
OOC Note: Segment credits to Andy Starr.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:24:24 GMT -5
ACW Pride (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Horns honk and people shout, There is a weird smell in the air. Yes, Jake and Stan are stuck in traffic. Jake is driving Stan’s Gold GM Envoy, an SUV for those of you who don’t know cars. Stan is pointing the cameraman in Jake’s face, but he obviously doesn’t want it there.
Jake: Stan, please get the camera out of my face. I don’t want it there.
See.
Stan: Ok. Fine.
Jake: Actually, wait. We aren’t moving, so I think it’s time I commit my first sins.
Stan: Ok, its not wrath, because there isn’t anyone around. And not greed. Hopefully it’s not lust...
Jake: No not lust. Now I’ll am going to break kayfabe for a second so just keep the camera rolling.
Stan: Kayfabe?
Jake: Never mind. Anyway, I would like to give a big thanks to BK London, Senator, Yoko Satoshi, RDK, Atomic Kitsune and Hunter. You guys stepped up to participate in the ACW/HWL tournament when no one else would.(Except Rena ?) While you read this, you will have almost two days until the deadline. Good luck to all of you and go ACW. Anything else? Oh yes. Ridley, I am not a bigger idiot than BK London. But you were right about the other part. Scum seeks out more scum. That is why you sought out HWL.
SLAM! A wiper blade closes down of the windshield. Someone put a flyer on the window. The only word that can be seen is in bright red.
Pride
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:28:10 GMT -5
Match 2: Davey Marvel vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: Latino) The fans are hungry for more action, and Philip delivers it to them on a plate.Phillip: This next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Hong Kong, China…..The Chinese Phenom….Jake Cheng!! Black Magic by Slayer starts playing through the speakers all across the arena as Jake walks through the curtains. The fans give him a not so pleasant welcome as he walks down the aisle. He starts yelling at random fans not holding back his true feelings for them. He jumps onto the apron and then jumps a second time over the top rope. He lands on his feet with ease and them climbs the turnbuckle. He raises his arms to the crowd but they keep on with their boos. Cheng gives a few close by fans a dirty look and then jump down as his opponent is being announced. Phillip: And his opponent from Ann Arbor, Michigan….Davey Marvel!! Mouth for War by Pantera starts playing and the fans burst out loud with a pop. Davey comes out from behind the curtains with his hood just about covering his eyes. He holds both arms straight across in his figure pose. He then starts walking down to the ring slapping hands with a few lucky fans. Marvel walks up the steps and then enters the ring stepping between the ropes. He flips off his hood, gathering a pop from the crowd. Davey looks straight at Jake and the tension between the two men is easily thick. He climbs the turnbuckle as the fans pop even more for the former champ. The Bell Rings. The match starts out as Davey and Jake starting throwing fists. Lefts and rights are going back and forth and the fans are quickly getting into the match. They already are chanting Marvel’s name “Davey! Davey! Davey!” Marvel grabs a hold of Jake’s arm and sends him with a harsh case of whiplash face forward into the nearest turnbuckle. Davey charges at Cheng and then grabs him from behind. He expertly pulls off the Azteca Suplex. Davey keeps a firm grip and stands up Jake as well as himself in the same position from just moments ago. Davey lifts Cheng up once more with a second Azteca Suplex. Jake lands hard and Davey once again holds a firm grip. The fans are cheering their heads off as both men are struggling to get back up for a third time in the same position. Davey looks around to the all the fans with a smirk on his face. The fans again are chanting “Davey! Davey! Davey!” He lifts up Jake for the final time and this time releases the hold in mid-air. Jake goes flying but takes control as he flips over. He lands on his feet, trying to keep his balance. He runs to the ropes just behind himself and then returns with a spinning leg drop to Davey’s throat. Jake gets back up and runs up the turnbuckle. He jumps back off with a high angle moonsault landing perfectly. He hooks the leg for the cover One..Two..-kickout by Davey and the fans pop out big for the former Entertainment Champion. Jake looks at the ref in disbelief and then starts punching Davey repeatedly with closed fists. The referee breaks up the two after so many punches have been thrown. Jake gets up, backing away. Davey rolls over and reaches for the ropes. The fans are cheering louder and louder for Davey as he struggles to get back up now grabbing the second rope. Jake sees the window of opportunity and runs to the ropes opposite of Davey. Just as he returns, Davey is standing up and he turns around. Cheng jumps up in the air with a flying clothesline. Both men go over the top and Davey’s head smacks against the apron. Jake falls down hard on the outside mats. The ref is now starting his count and both men are slowly showing signs of life. Jake is the first to get up as he hears the number 2. He stumbles around the outside and raises his arm to the fans. They don’t hesitate to boo him out of the building and suddenly they start cheering loud as Davey, behind him, is now up on his feet. Jake turns around and Davey quickly jumps up with a dropkick to the face. Jake grabs Davey’s feet and pushes him down into the mat with force. A loud THUD is heard as Davey goes face first into the mat. Jake grabs a hold of Davey’s legs and puts him in a slingshot position. He falls back and Davey goes flying in the air. He lands on the protective barriers and jumps back with a modified version of Drop the Bomb. The two bodies collide hard and Davey is back up with a rush full of adrenaline. The grabs Jake and whips him hard into the turnbuckle post. Jake holds his face and still with that surge of momentum in him runs straight into the barrier and flips over it into the audience seating. Davey slides into the ring and raises his arms to the crowd. He runs back to the ropes, bouncing off and gain much needed speed. Marvel jumps on top rope and then springs off with the Coming with Everything to the outside. The only thing that can be seen is the crowd as they run like roaches when the lights go on. Marvel crashes into chairs, concrete, and hopefully Cheng. The camera’s get a close up shot and it’s can only be described as a human trainwreck times 10. Neither man can move but the fans crowd around. The microphone catches yells like “Get up Davey” and “The Chinese Fake!”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:29:07 GMT -5
As the ref counts again from the start security pushes people aside and starts asking both men if they are ok. Davey mumbles some words and Jake does the same but still neither one moves much besides the occasional arm or leg. The ref is now counting at Three….Four….. Davey is now starting to move and gets up to the delight of the fans. He steps over the barrier with both feat on both sides of it. He now positions himself on the other side and stands up playing off to the fans. Jake gets back up and jumps on the barrier too. Wasting no time, he jumps up grabbing Davey’s head and pulls off the Intermission slamming Davey’s face against barrier hard. Jake falls back into the chairs. The ref is now counting to Six and Jake gets up at the sound of it. He leaps over the barrier and rolls inside the ring with a smile on his face. Davey is still on the mats and is struggling to get up. The ref is continuing to count Seven….Davey grabs onto the apron for leverage….Eight….Davey slips a little but keeps a firm grip lifting himself up…..Nine…..Davey rolls himself in just as the referee goes to count to 10. Davey gets up slowly and Jake is already now angry and shocked as to what just happened. He runs at Davey but he kicks him in the gut. Grabbing a hold of his head he lifts him up in a suplex position and with great strength turns around. Davey then drops him onto the ropes leaving Jake to hang their in pain. Davey runs up the turnbuckle and jumps back with a Roaring Elbow to the back of Jake’s head. Davey stands Jake back up grabbing him by the head and whips him into the ropes. Jake returns and jumps up for a very high Shining Wizard. Davey ducks in the nick of time and Jake spins around. Marvel grabs a hold of Jake’s arms and quickly gives him Crounching Tiger Hidden Dragon. The ref slides on the mat for the count One…Two…no! Stan gets up on the apron, shouting, and the ref is distracted; furious, Davey slides out of the ring and goes after Stan. As Stan flees, Jake grabs the ref and starts an argument of his own; the ref doesn’t see Stan grab a ladder which is being stored at ringside, and clobber Davey with it. Stan hauls Davey back on to the apron, and Jake breaks off to pull him clear into the ring; the ref is confused but knows a pin when he sees one, and the fans scream and shout with anger as Davey kicks out a fraction too late to beat the 3.
Phillip: Here is your winner…Jake Cheng!
Jake is joined in the ring by Stan, and they throw Davey toward the turnbuckle. Stan and Jake are repeatedly stomping Davey in the corner. The bell rings many times to signal them to stop, but no one ever listens to that bell anyway. Jake continues to stomp, while Stan leaves the ring to get the ladder he used before. The slides the ladder into the ring, under the bottom rope, before looking under the apron for something else. Jake gives Davey a little break to set up the ladder in the middle of this ring, horizontal with the ropes. Then Stan slides a table under the ropes, almost hitting Jake’s feet, but fall short. Jake places the now standing table next to the ladder, as Stan continues to stomp kick Davey.
The two are setting up for something big, and the crowd is about to find out what it is. They both bring Davey to his feet. Stan puts Davey in an Electric Chair Drop Position and moves toward the ladder. While he does this, Jake climbs the opposite side. Stan and Jake help Davey get onto one of the top ladder rung. Stan slides out of the ring and gets the final chair out from under the ring. He sets it up next to the other table, creating a giant area next to the ladder for someone to land. But who?
Jake hits Davey’s head against the top of the ladder, busting him wide open. Jake and Stan work together to get Davey up one more rung. Jake then puts Davey head in-between his legs and hooks both arms. Jake almost falls, but Stan holds the ladder steady for him. Jake jumps off the ladder toward the tables, and Davey goes with him. Jake nails Davey with the Mandate of Heaven, breaking both the tables. Jake gets back up after a couple of seconds. It looks as may he has injured he left knee, as he limps out of the ring with Stan at his side. Davey lays in the ring bleeding, whilst Jake and Stan enter the back.
Fade Out.
OOC Note: End match events credit: Jake Cheng.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:29:54 GMT -5
Segment: Perfect Focus (Credit: Cernunnos)
The screen is black and we can hear the voices of Cernunnos and Sgt. Pilko conversing.
Pilko: I can't believe you talked me into this. This is stupid!
Cernunnos: Will you just shut up and concentrate! This'll help you win your matches. Just clear your mind and concentrate our next opponents. We may be competitors against each other, but we'll take out whatever knaves may be in this match.
The lights come on and a familiar scene, not seen for awhile is shown. In Cernunnos' shrine of a locker room, complete with pentacles and candles, sit Cernunnos and Sgt. Pilko, across the pentacle from each other. It's quite a sight to see the two huge men sitting cross-legged, meditating. Cernunnos begins to start whispering in an unknown tongue.
Pilko: What the hell are you doing?
Cernunnos: Do you want to win or not? If you feel like losing a match, get up and leave. But if you don't feel like losing, just repeat after me.
Cernunnos closes his eyes and resumes his chanting, Pilko clumsily follows along and the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:30:35 GMT -5
Envious Entrance (Credit: Jake Cheng) ACW AMUSEMENT PARK
Owned and Operated by Alpha Championship Wrestling.
ACW, it’s better than sex [/b][/center][/size] Jake: You know, I don’t think that sign is right. Stan and Jake laugh as they walk toward the enormous amounts of people, waiting in various lines to get into the park. They walk to a booth all the way to the right, with a sign “Information,” over it. Jake: Matt, what’s up man? A tall, Mexican man with short black hair stands in the back of the booth. Matt: Jake Cheng, what brings you to the ACW theme park? Don’t you have a match tomorrow? Jake: Yes, but Stan and I came for the opening of The Daredevil. And we are going to commit all the sins too, just for kicks. So we decided to come here. That one superstar free per day rule still apply? Matt: Yes it does, but someone already came. Predator got here a couple of minutes ago. Jake: But....I.....c’mon Matt. I got you your job for ACW. And Predator probably just came for the petting zoo. Matt: He did come for the petting zoo. Predator’s petting zoo. He makes a lot of appearances for the kids. Jake: So you’re saying Stan and I have to pay to get in. Matt: No, Stan is still considered backstage personnel at ACW, so he gets in for free on Fridays. Jake: So, can I pay here? Matt: Nope, you have to wait in line. Sorry man. Jake and Stan turn around and walk toward the back of the lines. Jake picks a random one. Jake: This blows. Now I have to wait in line. Hey, you can go in. You get in for free. Or are you being a good friend and waiting with me? Stan: Oh, I was spacing out. See you in the park Jake. Before Jake can retaliate, Stan runs away, but is stopped by a small man in a suit. Suited Man: Here, take my card. And as quickly as the man appeared, he was gone. Stan looked at the card, but made it so the still-recording camera could capture it. There were various phone numbers, fax numbers, e-mail address and websites. But these were all in very small print at the bottom. Only two words were visible to the viewers, with the top Word being the biggest, The card said:Envy
Enterprises Stan: What a coincidence. Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:32:39 GMT -5
Segment: Killing Time
The show’s just starting to get into its stride; in the corridors and locker rooms there is excited conversation, and the quiet thrill of preparation for a big match. One person isn’t sharing in the atmosphere at the moment, however; Alicia is in a small, quite sparse dressing room, separate from the one she normally shares with Latino. This doesn’t seem to prevent Richard Parker tracking her down, however; the camera follows him as he slinks in and hops up on to the single comfy chair, resting on its arm.
Alicia is still in her street clothes; she’s once again reading through her personal notes. She turns the pages quickly, scanning them.
Alicia: Well Richard Parker, the night is here….. I’ll go and get warmed up in a few minutes, but I want to try and cover as much of the remaining text as I can. I just can’t shake the feeling that something here is important, even if the signs do seem to be pointing to someone close to home. At least on that front, I should get some answers this evening… I just have to withstand a lot of frustrated people in order to reach that point. It’s not as if I haven’t done that before….
She tickles Richard Parker as he rolls over on to his back, exposing his bell fur, and starts to read again.
I returned from Siberia as a different person, in lots of small ways. It took a conscious effort for me to complete my studies and hold up the smokescreen of a normal life, but I’m glad I did it; my family were so proud as I went up in gown and mortar board in July to collect my degree. I’d like to think they’d have been proud of my other “achievements”, too, but I can’t be sure of that.
The big surprise on returning was the discovery that £25,000 had been placed into my bank account; Bioletti called it a “golden hello”. Certainly it was more money than I’d ever had in my life; I split it into 2 portions and placed them into separate savings accounts so as not to arouse suspicion any more than necessary. I bought a few bits and pieces, CDs, a new laptop…. but nothing overtly flashy. It’s never been my style. The one thing I’d always secretly desired, my E Type Jaguar, was still beyond my reach; but that was quickly to change when at the end of July I was called for my first tour of duty as a paid up member of the Syndicate.
The first port of call was Piper Alpha, where I met briefly with the other Category 23 guys; we’d not seen each other since February, and Kemal and I shared a hushed yet poignant reunion in the gunship grey corridors. This drew a few huffs of annoyance from Boro; despite having the looks and build of Adonis, I had discovered at the end of our last trip that he was deeply gay, although not in an effeminate fashion, and had his sights set on Kemal too. Flattered as he was by it all, Kemal politely declined Boro’s advances, and to his credit Boro kept his thoughts to himself from then on.
Our reunion was brief, and to the point. We were all given an encrypted computer disk through which we could access protected email to Bioletti and, if necessary, each other; we were also given something else which I still carry to this day, and most likely will to the end of my days. We’d all cropped our hair short for our own protection, but Bioletti had something more severe in mind; by way of initiation as true Category 23s, we all had our heads shaved, and the tail – biting serpent of infinity, the ourobouros, tattooed on to the backs of our scalps. The hair quickly grew back to conceal the mark, but we never forgot that it was there; it was a constant reminder to us of our duties even when we were not on active service.
Not that I needed many reminders; almost as soon as I got back, I found an email from Kemal. Over the course of the next year or so we corresponded regularly, about everything and nothing, and in March 2001 he made the next move and asked if we could meet. I travelled up to Leicester by train, and he was waiting for me under the grand gothic arch of the entrance…. a handshake became a hug, and then an embrace. We didn’t do very much on that first meeting; we went to the cinema, sat in a café for what seemed like hours…. and by the end of that halcyon day, it was as if there had never been a time when we had not known one another.
We didn’t get to meet up again until the summer, but when we did it was a trip to remember. Kemal took me to the Love Parade in Berlin….. and it was in a park under the stars, with the sound of break beats ringing out from the main spectacle, that we kissed and eventually made love. I seriously doubt we were the only couple involved in similar activities, but at that moment I didn’t care; there are few pure untainted moments of joy in a person’s life, and this is one that I will always treasure. There were other meetings, other encounters, but none quite like this one, and it was in a spirit of nostalgia and a wish to recapture that golden feeling that we had been planning our return in 2002….. but fate was to intervene, as it was for all of our little group.
Our group…. we never went on another mission of the kind that had brought us together; instead, we served as the heads of units of around 20 normal operatives. I found out that the rank and file had given the 23s a moniker of their own….. they called us the Sideem. I liked it; the term had authority and mystery about it.
From that meeting in the summer of 2000, I was sent on missions over the next two years or so as the need arose; sometimes I’d do two or three back to back, other times it would be a couple of months between alerts. I stayed in Southampton and got a small flat close to my gym of choice; as far as my family and other acquaintances were concerned, I worked for an animal charity, jetting off to far flung and sometimes risky areas of the world to work with endangered species. It was a good cover, and one which fitted my personality well.
The actual engagements unfolded much as the Siberia mission had done, except that with more manpower to call on I had less ghoul – extermination to carry out. I chose to stay closely involved, however, not wanting to risk my skills going rusty, and I think my team respected me a little more for this; in turn, I was quietly impressed by their willingness to follow my commands even in very dangerous situations.
In some ways, the man in the prison was right, and in others he was wrong; I never stopped feeling a flood of sadness every time I was forced to speed the death of a contamination victim. That wave did seem to pass more quickly, however, as time went by, and there were never more than a handful of cases to deal with in the class 1 and class 2 outbreaks that we were responding to.
It was much, much harder when I lost members of my own team; it doesn’t matter how careful you are, or how good you think you’ve become; situations can turn on a dime, and occasionally a person would either be killed outright or succumb to a wound. As far as I was concerned, the privilege earned by one of my team was to choose when and how they passed on, and I sat with some of them to the bitter end when they were unable to face the sword or the gun. After all, as long as the brain was eventually destroyed prior to reanimation, what difference did it make?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:33:11 GMT -5
I only made the same allowance for one other person; a baby, bitten in its cot before the appalled parents could drag the reanimated corpse of an older child, whom they had been trying to nurse, away. I found the mother outside, looking out over the jungle vista of her Peruvian home; I estimated that the child had perhaps 3 or 4 hours to live. The mother seemed somehow to know that her son would not live, and the tears ran freely; but she still sang to him in a voice whose purity stilled me to my core. She sang until she had no voice left, only silent mouthed entreaties to the sky, and so while the others finished burning the fallen ghouls and victims, I just sat with her. When her back began to bend from fatigue, I took the child in my own arms and sang to him instead; my voice was nothing compared to hers, or so it seemed, but both mother and child seemed to take comfort in it. I sang nursery rhymes, campfire songs…. any song that I could, until at last I felt the child fading with the dying sun and handed him back to his mother. He left the world as he entered it, surrounded by love…. and which of us could ask for more than that?
I wish that Crystal had been as fortunate; it came as a great shock to us all when we heard that she’d been killed in Indonesia. Bioletti said little, other than that she had entered an area believing it to be clear…. and it had been anything but. It brought home to us, if we’d forgotten, just what kind of risks we were taking, and the event seemed to cause us to open up a little more; the most surprising development came on a fairly large class 2 outbreak, where Mbeke and I were sent together for mutual support in a stepping up of precautions after the loss. Finding ourselves in a tight corner, we had to work together to survive, and that night we talked as we’d never talked before. Much of what we discussed shall remain between us, but it was at this time that I discovered that Mbeke was HIV Positive. It was this fact that had brought him to the Syndicate in the first place; Bioletti had told us, once, that although it was not 100% proved there was exceedingly strong evidence that Solanum injected into an HIV carrier was destroyed before it could reach the brain. HIV, so feared by people in normal circumstances, was in fact the only form of life that could take on Solanum directly and win.
In the flickering firelight, Mbeke told me, without emotion, how he had contracted the virus. As one of the young men of the village where he was born, he had always hung out with the other men of his age; one night, his closest friend, who had been recently married, had become angered because he thought she had been conversing with a tribesman passing through their land on that day. In the heat of his anger, the man had confronted the woman, who denied everything; but one of the other men, seemingly bent on causing trouble, had claimed that he had seen the event take place. Furious, the man beat his wife, and then forced himself upon her; the noise attracted the other young men, and behind the mud and grass brick huts….. they had each taken their turn to “punish” the woman. I had to use all my willpower to fight the urge to gag, but the conclusion to the story was even worse; the woman’s injuries became infected, and she died within a few days.
Her suffering was over, but as Mbeke put it, “Ours was just beginning”. One by one, the village men began to sicken, and when a travelling clinic came to the settlement, the awful truth was revealed. It was impossible to say which of the men had been the original carrier of the virus, but the session of rape had spread it to all those who took part…. including Mbeke.
I asked him why he was telling me this. “Because I know that you will keep this secret for me until I am gone, and telling it helps me to show God that I am sorry,” he said. Mbeke had become a committed Christian after leaving his village to avoid bringing shame upon his family, and though I was appalled at his tale, I was able to understand his need to search for a meaning, and hope for the next life if not for this one.
He looked into my eyes. “You are a woman…. tell me truthfully, can there ever be forgiveness for my actions?”
I had to think. “I….. I’ve not considered such a situation, Mbeke, that’s the truth. I think that forgiveness is possible… but the pain would never go away.”
“Yes. Yes, the pain is something that I too must endure forever. You can wash marks from the slate, but scratches and cracks are permanent.”
Like so many things, his words remained at the back of my mind, waiting, waiting…. for that fateful day in June, and one sweltering night in Mumbai……
Alicia stops; there is more on the page, but somehow she can’t go on. She looks at Richard Parker.
Alicia: We’ve come to it at last…. and now, I don’t know if I can shed light on this darkest chapter….
Her hands are shaking; she gets up and puts the book down.
Alicia:…. but I must, Richard Parker, I must…. this might be my only chance, both to find some sort of peace and to make it through whatever lies ahead tonight. I’m going to go and warm up, get changed, and then….. we’ll unearth the side of me that I’ve buried all this time.
Still looking nervous, Alicia walks out of the door, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Santiago Rivera on Aug 13, 2005 15:34:55 GMT -5
Atomic Kitsune > You!!!!!!
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