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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:57:04 GMT -5
Back in the ring Kudo is delivering fast paced punches to the abdomen of Cernunnos as Kudo is on his knees. Kudo jumps up to his feet and sends Cernunnos reeling with a dropkick. Cernunnos holds his nose and as he looks up Kudo runs at him and attempts a Crossbody Block but he catches him in mid air. Cernunnos hoists Kudo on one shoulder but Kudo slips off his shoulder and grabs Cernunnos' head in one motion. He attempts the Blackout (Dragon Sleeper/Leg Scissors Hold) but just then Pilko enters the ring and attacks Kudo from behind. He begins stomping away at Kudo and Cernunnos joins him, both of them pick him up and they whip him off the ropes. Both of them bend over to go for a possible double back body drop but Kudo kicks Pilko in his chest and then superkicks Cernunnos in his. He tries to take on both of them but the numbers game begins to emerge and they eventually overpower him. Just then Predator pulls Pilko out the ring and he decks him with a right hand. Predator rolls in the ring and he stalks Cernunnos from behind. As Cernunnos turns around Predator charges at him for a spear but the big man quickly side steps it and Predator takes out Kudo. Predator gets some boos from the crowd and Cernunnos grabs him from behind and takes him out with a Pumphandle Slam. Cernunnos covers him but only gets a two count.
Cernunnos picks him up and hammers down on his back with his massive forearm. Cernunnos picks up Predator again and he attempts for a one handed backbreaker but Predator flips over and pulls Cernnunos down for the Predator Crossface. Cernunnos is definitely in a lot of pain and Pilko, like a cat, quickly climbs to the top rope. Pilko leaps off and hits the Frog Splash on the back of Predator and he releases the move. Pilko gets up holding his abdomen, while bending over and out of nowhere he is KO'd by the Yakuza knee strike. Kudo covers Pilko and gets the one, two, three.
Philip: And Sgt. Pilko is eliminated !!
Pilko is out of it and the referee slaps his face to try to recover but his eyes are glazed over. Cernunnos begins to slowly get up and Kudo runs toward him but is leveled with a Big Boot. Predator begins to slowly get up and Cernunnos gorilla presses him high in the air, Cernunnos drops Predator directly on the abdomen of Kudo and Kudo's eyes almost lunge out of his eye sockets. The ref counts one, two, th-- but Cernunnos pulls Predator off of him. He definitely isn't finished with him and Cernunnos locks in an abdominal stretch on Predator. Predator writhes in pain as the 7 foot 2 giant is almost tearing him apart with this submission. The ref begins to ask Predator if he gives up but Predator says no, Cernunnos increases the pressure by holding onto the ropes. Cernunnos takes his arm off the rope while the referee checks for it and now begins whistling while still applying the move. The ref asks Predator again and Cernunnos wraps his arm back around the ropes. The referee sees it this time and he hits Cernunnos' arm with a axehandle. Cernunnos takes his arm off and Predator grabs the head of Cernunnos and wraps his arm around the leg of him before rolling forward into a pin. The referee counts one, two, th-- but Cernunnos powers out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:57:32 GMT -5
Cernunnos gets up again and Predator dropkicks him in his knee, Cernunnos holds his knee and Predator continues to work on it with kicks to it and then he whips Cernunnos into the corner. Predator backs up and then he shoulder thrusts Cernunnos into the corner, Cernunnos holds his abdomen and Predator climbs to the top rope. Cernunnos groggily walks out the corner and Predator jumps off for the Missle Dropkick but Cernunnos swats it away. Predator crashes and burns and Cernunnos now signals for the end. Cernunnos picks up Predator and puts him over his shoulder, going for the Pagan Wrath. Cernunnos' drops Predator off his shoulder as he sees Kudo re-entering the ring. Predator rolls toward the outside and he grabs his Entertainment Title belt. Back in the ring Cernunnos pushes Kudo into the ref and the ref is knocked onto the floor. Cernunnos then lays Kudo out with a Big Boot and Predator uses the opportunity to enter the ring. Predator clocks Cernunnos with the belt and Cernunnos falls into the ropes and bounces off. Predator's face is priceless as he sees Cernunnos bouncing off the ropes and he falls onto him trapping his upperbody. The referee counts one, two, three.
Philip: And Predator is eliminated !!
Cernunnos is out of it and doesn't realized he has pinned Predator. Kudo rises back to his feet and he sees Cernunnos and looks at a chance to capitalize. Kudo locks in the Blackout on Cernunnos and Cernunnos is revived, trying to get out of the move. Cernunnos begins to slowly rise up and he slams Kudo into the turnbuckle. Kudo continues to have the hold locked in and Cernunnos now rams him repeatedly into the top turnbuckle. Kudo continues to have the hold locked in and Cernunnos begins to fade away.He drops down to one knee, and then onto his stomach, the referee raises his arm once and it drops down. He raises his massive arm a second time and it drops down. He then raises it one more time and it drops down. The referee signals for the bell and Kudo releases the hold.
Philip: And the winner of this match, and NEW Entertainment Champion, Kudo Yasuda !!
Kudo's music hits and he rises to his feet, while holding his abdomen in pain. The referee hands him the Entertainment Championship and he grabs it from the ref and holds it. He stands on the middle turnbuckle and raises it up in the air before exiting the ring. Predator back in the ring is throwing a tantrum while screaming "NOOOOOOOOOO" as once again his ET title reign is cut short.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:58:54 GMT -5
Segment: Cops Love Gluttony (Credit: Jake Cheng)
White powder. It is everywhere, covering the three white paper plates it is on. No, silly, it’s not anthrax. It’s sugar. And below it, cinnamon. And below that, Jake’s favorite food of all time. Fried Dough. Three whole plates of it. Not even Takeru Kobayashi could eat friend dough faster than Jake Cheng. He loved it that much.
Jake went to start on his friend’s dough, but the table flipped over. The cops were back. Jake began to sob. The fried dough fell to the ground. Stan slung Jake over his shoulder and ran the opposite direction of the cops. The cops would chase them, but they were to busy eating the fried dough off the ground. One cop, his mouth, cheeks, chin and nose covered in sugar, face the camera Stan left on the table.
Cop: Gluttony!
The cop gives the camera a thumbs up before going back down to lick the sugar off the ground.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 15:59:20 GMT -5
Segment: Rumors (Credit: Yoko)
The scene opens with the camera slowly following a pair of white sneakers down a hallway. As it pans up, we recognize them as belonging to Yoko Satoshi. She's going to get something to drink while awaiting her match.
As she enters the lobby area, she bumps into Gary.
Gary: Oh hi Yoko!
Yoko: Hello Gary.
Gary: Is it true? You know, the rumors?
She is annoyed at this reminder. Will the false rumors of her being a pedophile ever go away?
Yoko: What rumors, Gary?
Gary: You know, the ones on the internets! The ones about you debuting another new move tonight, like at Omega Effect!
She looks at him, confused.
Yoko: I didn't hear about that.
Gary: Everyone on the internets, like foxhound919, say you have a new move called the Y2KO.
Yoko: Well, wait and see.
She smiles and marches onward to the water. The camera lingers on Gary. Someone apparently passes by his view and he runs off after them.
Gary: Hey 004, Yoko's debuting the Y2KO tonight!
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:00:00 GMT -5
Segment: Pragmatism (Credit: Ridley)
The two Cryptites watching the perimeter had been easy enough to take down. Kiji should be going in through the back of the left wing right about now, and when he'd last seen Alexandra, she was heading for the tunnel. Jif's getting together a group of cultists, meaning his backup wouldn't arrive for a few more minutes.
That leaves Ridley, by himself, standing on the front steps, flipping safety switches, checking sheaths, and sliding ammo magazines into the inside of his trenchcoat; content with the status of his weaponry, he begins the long, fateful walk up the marble steps of the Omni Complex. Far faster than he would like them to, the stairs come to an abrupt end, and the front doors loom ahead of him, a polished gateway to, if one's to believe the prophecies, certain death.
Ridley: All right. Here we go.
And the last human thought that goes through Ridley's mind as he ties a black bandanna around his mouth and pulls a metallic cylinder from his trenchcoat...is that perhaps certain death isn't as bad as it's cracked up to be the second time around.
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While the music floating through the lobby of the Omni Complex annoys some of its more streetlike visitors, most of the employees find it to be a relaxing panacea for their daily struggles with the corporate jungle. Drakul's fondness of the opera Carmen guarantees the frequent appearances of the Toreador and the Habanera, catchy enough to keep his office personnel interested yet calm enough to incite total relaxation. And so it is that, at this point of the early evening, a substantial number of the guards (along with the receptionist and several couriers) hum along with Luciano Pavarotti as they go about their business. One of the lower-ranked thugs, given the somewhat-odd title of "Reynard" by his set, is already leaned over the front reception desk, whispering crudely sweet nothings to the lady of the hour.
Reynard: So what do you say?
The receptionist giggles, a blush of red obscuring her features, and flashes a look of feigned offense at him.
Receptionist: Well you certainly DO know how to make a girl feel wanted. Tell you what, how about--
Both of their heads jerk up, startled, at the crash of glass, and every eye in the room comes to rest upon the cylinder that's come to rest right in front of the desk. Reynard stoops down and picks it up, peering at the writing. Evidently, it had something inserted in the top at some point...ohhhhhhh, shit.
Reynard: AW, FUCK, IT'S A GREN--
A wave of sound and fury, accompanied by a cataclysmic flash of light, tears through the collective consciousness of the entire lobby, causing the guards to stagger back against the closest stationary object, clutching at their eyes and ears with screams of agony. Reynard himself is actually knocked over backwards by the impact; he lands on his ass next to the desk and neither sees nor hears the front doors as they're kicked open, permitting access to a certain black-cloaked double-fisted weapon of mass destruction.
Ridley: Ahhh...like shooting fish in a barrel.
Without another thought to the helpless, blinded victims of his flashbang, Ridley bemusedly draws the Mac-10s from his trenchcoat and allows a brief chuckle at the state of his adversaries before strafing the sides of the lobby. The cacophony of gunfire and shrieking only lasts for a couple seconds as he cuts down the guards on either side before any of them can raise an alarm; a couple manage to get off random shots from their assault rifles, but without their ability to see, it accomplishes nothing except to contribute to the general chaos. And so once again, pragmatism prevails, as rather than engage in a pitched gun battle, Ridley's managed to kill a whopping twenty people with basically no effort expended. Very, very satisfied with himself, he strides toward the reception desk and examines the still-dazed Reynard.
Reynard: Wha...what the hell, man...
Ridley: Mmm. I think you'll do nicely.
He snatches up the downed gangster and rolls him onto the reception desk, keeping a firm grip on the man's throat. Ridley's about to start asking questions when he sees Reynard looking not at him, but off to the side. Quick as a flash, he follows the gaze to see the semi-recovered receptionist, from her downed position on the tile behind the desk, scrambling for the alarm button.
Receptionist: SOMEBODY CALL SECURITY---
BLAM. She drops, and Reynard's hope fades from his eyes as Ridley blows the smoke off his machine pistols.
Ridley: Bitch.
With that, both Mac-10s twirl into their holsters, and Ridley's hand slams down on Reynard's wrist, holding him in place. A quick survey of the reception desk reveals a series of filing spikes, some of which have papers still attached to them, and with a glimmer of inspiration Ridley snatches one up and drives the point down through Reynard's palm, essentially nailing him to the reception desk. The other hand immediately follows, despite his victim's piercing shrieks, and Ridley steps back, drawing his khukhuris, to ensure that Reynard's struggling won't be enough to dislodge him from his new prison. Satisfied, he backhands the thug across the face with the butt end of one of the knives.
Ridley: Stop...making...noise.
After a couple seconds, Reynard manages to get his screaming down to a throaty sob, which Ridley figures is as good as he's ever going to get. He holds up both knives so his victim can see them, and asks his first question.
Ridley: How do I get to the fiftieth floor?
Reynard: I...come on, motherfucker...the elevator? The stairs?...A big man like you should be able to use your fuckin' imagina--
He jumps, and another frantic scream escapes his lips as Ridley slams one of the knives into the desk directly next to his head. The One Man Holocaust is now leaned in as close as possible, glaring into Reynard's eyes, and it's obvious that he could've ended him right there.
Ridley: Not good enough.
Reynard: Um...OK, OK...the security elevator, it's the one in the middle...just please don't kill me, come on...
Ridley: Still not good enough. Where should I start cutting?
Reynard: ALL RIGHT, already, the code...it's...aw, shit, what is it...
He frantically searches his memory, spurred on by Ridley's scraping of his knives against each other.
Reynard: One zero five two six. Happy?
Ridley: Rather.
He favors the thug with an uncharacteristically amiable smile.
Ridley: Well, you've been useful. Y'know, I think I'll let you live.
Reynard: .....you shittin' me?
Ridley: Nah, I'm fair like that. What's your name?
Reynard: Uh, it's Reynard.
The Archangel of Suffering repeats the name, tasting it in his mouth, weighing its meaning...
Ridley: Mmhmm, Reynard, eh?
Reynard: ...yeah, it means--
The khukhuri that steals his speech, unfortunately for poor Reynard, is one that he feels every inch of. It shoots up through the middle of his throat, hooking behind the bone, and as Ridley jerks hard, his entire jaw comes unhinged and hangs from one side of his mouth. He screams like a soul in torment, much to Ridley's bemusement, and thrashes frantically in a manner that sends his semi-attached jaw flapping back and forth like a macabre turkey's wattle as the blood spurts forth onto his jersey. Ridley snorts in disdain.
Ridley: I KNOW what it means. And I HATE foxes.
With that, he turns from the crucified, shrieking man and strides up to the center elevator at the back of the lobby. His knives have already found their way into their sheaths, and Ridley leans forward with a critical eye to look at the keypad. His index finger punches out the numbers exactly as the dying Cryptite had recited them.
Ridley: One...Zero...Five...Two...Six. There.
He steps back after punching the call button, and waits for a couple seconds before the door opens...to reveal a familiar figure, fronted by a pair of guards who raise their shotguns to aim directly for his torso.
Shibari: Hello, Malachi.
Ridley: .....Shit.
And with a deafening BOOM, everything goes black for him.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:00:38 GMT -5
Segment: Hunting the First Suspect (Credit: Hitman of the Gods)
After he had heard the voice of his guardian speak to him, Hitman of the Gods had gone to find the first suspect on his list: Brian Carnage. He had approached the hallway and was soon walking off to find this newfound suspect in a dangerous game. Slowly did he approach a local stagehand. Hitman tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and jumped, a bit startled.
"Do you know where I can find Brian Carnage?"
"Yeah, he's down the hall."
"Thank you very much."
Hitman slaps the stagehand on the back and he cringes in pain. The Hitman chuckles sheepishly before continuing his search for his first suspect. At last he sees Brian Carnage. Hitman nods then walks up to him.
"Hey, you Brian Carnage?"
Brian looks up at the Hitman then looks at him with disgust.
"Yeah. I know who you are. You're that Hitman guy. You've been searching for that greater evil and you labeled me as your first suspect. I also heard about what you said about me not being the top gun in the company anymore. Man, I'm still the best this business has to offer."
"Oh yeah, well, why don't you prove it?"
Brian gets ready for a fight but then backs down from the eight foot giant.
"Look, I got other important things to do than waste my time with you and this greater evil you speak of. I gotta run. Later!"
Brian then walks off as Hitman places his hand on his chin. After thinking about what Brian said, he shakes his head.
"Nah, couldn't be him. He's too full of himself to be the greater evil. I better move on with my investigation."
After he finishes his sentence, he walks off, and the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:01:30 GMT -5
Match 6: BK London vs. Macho Man RDK vs TNT - Hell In A Cell (#1 Contenders for the World Title) (Credit: Daredevil) The crowd are still hyped up after the last match, but when they hear a creaking sound from the rooftop, and look up in excitement as the cell slowly begins to lower. They know what is to come will be a potential show-stealer, as Philip enters the ring.Philip: The following match is a Hell in a Cell triple threat match, for the world heavyweight title number 1 contender’s slot! Entering first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing at 225 lbs…BK London! Diamonds by Kanye West hits and BK London emerges through the curtain, and receives a number of jeers for his troubles. He ignores the crowd, but walks down the ramp a lot more cautiously than he normally would for any other match. For it is the first time since Winter Discontent that the cell has been used in any ACW match, and BK obviously remembers the carnage that went on in there. He manages to enter the ring before the cell reaches the ground, but Philip realises he has to get out there, so impressively slides out the ring, drops and rolls under the cell before it closes. He then gets to his feet, and announces the next member.Philip: And the next competitor, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing at 220 lbs…T-N-T! The arena darkens as Blood Brothers by Papa Roach hits, and some sections of the crowd go wild as TNT begins his entrance. TNT then emerges as the sparks fly behind him, and he is finally visible to the fans. He then rips the hood off his face, and much like BK, is nervier about the sheer size of the cell. He tries to throw it off him, taunting the fans whilst cockily walking down the ramp, but he cannot take his eyes off the cell. He finally reaches the bottom of the ramp, and enters through the door of the cell. He climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring, where he rests in the opposite corner to BK London.Philip: And finally, from Yellowknife, NT, weighing at 245 lbs and is the SSW champion…The Macho Man Randy Dallas Kanyon! The roof almost comes off the arena with the sheer noise from the fans, as Macho Man hits and RDK emerges through the curtain, gaining another large pop. He is more experienced with the cell, having wrestled in both the modified HIAC match and an Ironman HIAC against V-3 last September. But he by no means takes the cell lightly, as he constantly stares at it before entering through the door. As he enters the ring, he throws his belt to the side and the referees padlock the door shut and the number one contender’s match gets ready to begin.Bell rings. The three men are all in their own corner, with the referee in the final corner, glaring at each other. The hatred between these men is clear and will finally end tonight. The three still look at each other, and push out of their turnbuckles and get ready to fight almost at the same time. They then pause, and look at the cell around them one more time, before they look at each other again. BK and TNT stare at each other, and nod as if they are in cahoots with each other, and take down the Macho Man with a double clothesline. RDK jumps back to his feet, but TNT and BK hit him with a hard double shoulder and he falls back to the ground. TNT looks pleased with his work, but BK then runs towards him. TNT manages to duck the intended clothesline, and hits the Brooklyner with a release German Suplex. TNT jumps to his feet, and immediately goes after RDK, who has just gotten to his feet. TNT attempts a European Uppercut, but RDK catches the fist, and hits the ¾ Neckbreaker. RDK sees his opportunity, and makes the pin but TNT kicks out. RDK jumps to his feet, and starts delivering stiff boots to TNT, before BK hits RDK with a Dropkick to the back of the head. RDK falls out the ring, and hits his head hard on the cage wall. BK smirks at RDK, but fails to notice TNT’s quick recovery, and he hits BK with a cheap low blow. He then locks BK in the Koji Clutch, and the man from New York gets ready to tap. However BK manages to free his are from under TNT’s leg, and breaks the hold off. Before TNT can react, BK grabs hold of his left leg and locks in the Corporate Lock. TNT now screams in pain but quickly manages to clamber to the nearby ropes. The Macho man now re-enters the ring, confronting BK. BK throws a punch but RDK ducks it, and hits a clothesline. TNT then runs at the Macho man but the Canadian hits a swinging Neckbreaker. Macho then poses for the fans, before taking down both of the other men with a double clothesline. He really gets into the groove as he continues booting down both members, before concentrating on TNT. RDK lifts him up, and throws him at the ropes before getting knocked back by a knee smash, as BK gets to his feet. RDK is still recovering from the recent attack, and TNT watching on close by as BK runs up, performing an impressive Tornado DDT. But as he hits the move he catches TNT and hits an even more impressive Enziguri, knocking him out of the ring. He then concentrates on RDK, throwing him at the ropes and hitting him with a flying knee. He then jumps to the top turnbuckle and attempts the Brooklyn to London, but TNT throws him off the turnbuckle! TNT returns with a chair in his hand, but BK hits him with a Superkick, causing the chair to go flying in TNT’s face. He then places the chair across TNT’s neck and locks in the Mexican Surfboard, only pulling the chair instead of the arms and thus choking TNT. But RDK comes to the rescue, stopping the hold. He throws BK at the ropes and attempts a Jabroni Buster but BK ducks it and hits a London-Plex, only for RDK to reverse it into a reverse falling Neckbreaker. RDK has a couple of seconds to rest, but TNT is almost fully recovered by now and is on his feet. He lifts RDK up and hits the RKO. He makes the cover: 1 . . . 2 . . . . . . . .BK STOPS THE PIN!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:02:41 GMT -5
TNT rolls out the ring, obviously hurt from BK attacking him, and both RDK and BK rise to their feet. BK throws RDK at the ropes and hits the London Bridge, but RDK quickly escapes. He then hits a Samoan Drop and jumps to his feet, and onto the top turnbuckle. He attempts a Moonsault but BK rolls out the way and RDK bounces up to his feet. BK then gets up and hits RDK with a late, great, Owen Hart Driver! He makes the cover: 1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout by RDK! The crowd jump up in amazement of RDK’s courage, and He knocks BK down with a clothesline before starting to Macho up. But he fails to see TNT behind him, and the Human Highlight Reel hits him with an STO. He then drags RDK over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, attempting an air-TNT. But RDK moves and TNT is forced to do a somersault to cushion his landing. But when he turns around RDK hits him with a turning side-kick! TNT flies into the corner, where BK works on him. He hangs TNT upside down on the turnbuckle (tree of woe) and BK then hits RDK with an arm drag. He then grabs RDK by the body and rams his shoulder into TNT’s abdomen several times. By the end TNT is almost coughing up blood, and BK just smirks at his work.
BK then grabs RDK again, and throws him out the ring, and turns to TNT. He takes TNT to the top and tries a Superplex, but TNT won’t let him. BK tries again but TNT then hits his own Superplex and BK flies to the outside of the ring. TNT then jumps onto the ropes and hits ‘Best Moonsault Ever’ to the opponents on the outside! All three men are now in a piled heap in the space between the ring and the cell wall, and slowly make it to their feet. TNT is up first, and throws RDK into the nearby steel steps. BK throws a punch at him but TNT blocks it and hits a hard scoop slam on BK. He then grabs him by the legs and slings him into the cage wall, causing BK to bust his forehead open! TNT rolls him down in a pin, 1…2…kickout by BK. TNT is frustrated, and walks over to the door nearby, demanding it to be opened for him. But the referee on the outside refuses, so TNT grabs the referee in the ring and gives him an RKO! He then tells the referee on the outside to open it again, but before TNT can threaten him anymore, RDK turns him around and hits a Face-first DDT, as BK re-enters the ring.
RDK climbs up the apron, trying to get into the ring when BK plants him with a DDT through the second and top rope. As RDK is hanging, BK grabs the nearby chair and plants RDK on the head, and he bounce through the ropes and BK grabs RDK, making the pin. But there is no referee, and TNT slowly climbs the turnbuckle as BK waits. TNT jumps, hitting the Air-TNT but BK moves and TNT hits RDK, which in itself isn’t bad. But as he gets up he notices BK grinning at him, and BK hits a Superkick on TNT. TNT again rolls out of the ring, so BK resorts to attacking RDK again. He goes to the top and hits another From Brooklyn to London. But he again cannot make the pin as again there is no referee. But to everybody’s shock…
BEAU JAMES runs down the ramp, and shoulder tackles the cell door open! He enters the cell, the crowd not thinking of what he may do as he picks up the SSW title. He then enters the ring and plants BK over the head with it! He then lifts BK up, and hits him with a DDT onto the belt! He then lifts the belt high over his head, with the fans going nuts as he leaves the ring. He hands it to the referee on the outside, as all three competitors remain grounded. But suddenly the titantron flickers and a number of ACW wrestlers turn onto the screen…
Jonny Spade: Come on RDK! You can win it!
Then changes to Julien
Julien: Kick their ass, Randy!
Then onto AK
AK: Go on RDK! You can beat them!
And onto new Junior champion Andy Starr
Starr: RDK for president! Uh, the World title!
Finally onto El Froggy Mask, who gets a large pop.
Froggy: Go RDK! You to beat BK and TNT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:03:16 GMT -5
The titantron then cuts back to the action, and RDK is seen on his stomach, with a smile on his face. He jumps up, at the same time as TNT gets in the ring, and TNT throws a punch. But RDK starts to Macho up, to the delight of the crowd no-sells the punch. TNT hits another punch, and another, but Macho continues to no sell. That is until TNT grabs him round the neck and hits the Complete Shot, followed by the Koji Clutch. BK is also now at his feet, and tries to stop the hold. He repeatedly stomps TNT but he doesn’t break the hold. It is only when BK grabs the chair and hits TNT when he lets go. BK makes the pin and there is a new referee ready but TNT kicks out at 2! BK is slowly becoming pissed off at not sealing the match, and throws TNT to the outside. BK follows, and throws BK out of the cell, and to the outside. The two exchange punches on the outside, slowly making their way to the commentator’s desks. BK tries a German Suplex but TNT rolls over his back, landing on his feet and hitting a Reverse suplex. But he cannot celebrate for long as RDK hits him with the Jabroni Buster! RDK then takes a chair from the outside, and climbs onto one of the tables. He then jumps, using the chair to hit TNT in an amazing chair Moonsault! However it affects RDK as well, and as he gets up he staggers around for a bit. But he manages to lift BK up for the Macho Slam, only for BK to reverse it into the Revolver!
BK is again the only one standing, and he lifts TNT up, only for the man from Chicago to hit an armdrag. BK jumps up, and goes at TNT. However TNT hits a shot downstairs followed by a Seal the Deal! TNT falls back, still exhausted but he rolls BK over for the pin: 1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout by BK!
TNT is beyond the point of pissed off, and so lifts up BK again. He’s getting in the mood for the win, and plants BK with a Neckbreaker Drop. He then delivers a knee to RDK to keep him grounded, before bringing BK London back onto his feet and hitting his more advanced Neckbreaker-the Play of the Day, before going making the cutthroat sign. The crowd cheers as he jumps to the announcer’s table and again hits ‘the Best Moonsault Ever’. The pin is there, but RDK brilliantly improvises, using the cell wall to hit a lionsault and break up the pin. TNT is now absolutely raging, and goes back into the cell with RDK. He throws the Macho Man into the ring, and grabs a ladder from underneath the ring! He enters the ring with the ladder, and smashes RDK across the face with it. BK then enters the ring but TNT just takes him out with the ladder. He then hits a scoop slam on RDK onto the ladder and signals for the Air-TNT on the top. But the crowd cheer again as they see none other than Jonny Spade running down to the ring! He enters the cage, and starts throwing punches at TNT before he can hit the move intended. Jonny then hits Drop #3 (Rock Bottom to Backbreaker) and places RDK’s hand across TNT’s body before escaping. The referee counts:
1 . . . 2 . . . But TNT gets a shoulder up!
RDK slowly uses the ropes to get to his feet, just as BK uses the ropes. The two glare at each other, with their recent rivalry still very much in everybody’s mind. BK runs at RDK but he slides out the way and BK bounces off the ropes on the other side, and RDK hits the Press and Knuckle to the delight of the crowd. RDK then poses for a second, before throwing BK at the ropes again and hitting a Samoan Drop. RDK then lifts BK up again, and again throws him at the ropes but this time, BK dodges the clothesline. And instead, he lifts RDK in the Electric Chair Drop, and the entire arena breaks kayfabe and cheers as they very well know what will happen next. And RDK does too, and he shuts his eyes as BK delivers the Muthafuckin’ 1-8-7 in the center of the ring!
BK: FUCK HWL! FUCK YOU RAVAGED!
BK then drops for the cover…
1 . . . 2 . . . THR-TNT manages to stop the count in the nick of time! BK falls onto his back, slamming the mat in absolute frustration. BK gets to his feet, and verbally promises TNT complete pain. He throws TNT out of the ring, and TNT smashes his head open on the cage. BK then takes him to the outside of the ring, and starts smashing his head on the barricade. BK calls for one more shot, but TNT hits a low blow, followed by a DDT. RDK then turns TNT around, who followed the two to the outside. He goes for the Macho Slam, but TNT reverses it into the RKO! TNT grabs RDK by the head and lifts him onto one of the announcer’s tables, and starts climbing the cell. The crowds are screaming for him not to do what they think, but it’s stopped as BK shakes the structure and TNT falls from about 8 feet. BK then grabs him around the neck, and calls for RDK to get up. RDK then grabs TNT around the neck, and they grin at each other before hitting a Mock/Rock Bottom through the Spanish announcer’s table! RDK smiles at his teamwork, but is immediately caught by BK, who throws him into the cell. But like before, Macho doesn’t sell the move, and again Machos up. BK throws a few punches and kicks, but Macho remains like a rock, until he grabs BK around the throat. BK resorts to going downstairs and almost cowardly scurries up the cell quite quickly for someone with little energy left. It’s the first time they’re on the top and the crowd cheer as RDK follows BK.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:03:40 GMT -5
BK gets to the top and is on his knees at the Macho Man, almost begging not to be hit. The Macho Man hesitates for a few seconds, which allows BK to hit RDK with a Dragon Screw. BK rests back on the roof of the cell, but notices TNT looking up from the shattered table, and knows that he has to be quick in finishing the job. He grabs RDK, and goes for a London Driver but RDK reverse it into the Macho Slam! But what the crowd are on there feet for is that the segment on the cell roof has collapsed with the pressure of the two men! But neither are flat on their back in the ring. Macho just escaped the fall, whilst BK is holding onto the broken segment with both hands. He is almost 8 feet off the ground, but knows he could take the fall. However he knows he must get back on top so RDK and TNT are fighting one-on-one, and he does a sort of kip-up, managing to grab onto the actual roof, and climbs back onto the roof. TNT is not quite on the top, and so BK hits Macho with a Scoop slam. He takes a rest, which allows TNT to finish climbing the cell.
BK takes a step back as he watches TNT attack RDK with a number of stomps. TNT then lifts RDK up and hits him with a number of elbows. He mocks RDK with a pose for the fans, which suddenly seems to wake RDK, and he hits a Rock Bottom on TNT, followed by a Texas Cloverleaf halfway over the hole to the ring! TNT is seen making a tapping movement, but since his arms are over the whole, there’s nothing to tap! BK realizes that RDK can win it, and so jumps to his feet. He walks in front of RDK, and gives out an evil grin. RDK’s eyes widen in shock, and the next thing he knows he receives a boot to the face in the Shades of Michaels! BK flies backwards onto his arse as he watches the damage done. TNT manages to roll onto the top of the cell, but RDK grabs the still-hanging part of the cell roof right before he hits the ground. But the crowd watches in horror as it begins to shake, and then the part breaks off. RDK lands on the ground-be it at a reduced height-and he lays there, seemingly lifeless. TNT sees a chance, and he climbs down the hole, grabbing the top of the cage. He makes the short distance over so the ropes are directly below him, and grins as he jumps down, bouncing off the ropes and hitting Grace Personified onto RDK! The referee makes the pin, and it seems over:
1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . . KICKOUT BY THE MACHOMAN!!!
The crowd go absolutely nuts as RDK gets a shoulder up at the move. TNT is on his back, cursing the kickout. BK, however wipes the sweat off his forehead, and ponders an idea. He then lowers himself down the hole, and grabs hold of the top of the cell, like TNT did. He then uses them as monkey bars to get over to TNT, and pushes his legs up. He pumps himself forward, hitting a perfect ‘From Brooklyn to London’ on TNT from such a high distance! RDK is pretty much out of site, and the pin is made:
1 . . . . 2 . . . . . 3-TNT grabs the bottom rope with his hand!
BK is completely exhausted and frustrated, and knows that the match should have been won there and then. RDK meanwhile is slowly smiling, be it more for relief, as he slowly uses the ropes to help him make it to his feet. TNT and BK also feel the recovery ‘aura’ and also begin to make it onto their feet. It takes a lot of time, and the crowd are all chanting ‘RDK’, and sure as sure, he’s up first. He takes down both guys with a double clothesline. The two men fall back to the canvas, and RDK cracks a small grin as he has an opportunity to win. He then lifts both men up and tries another clothesline, but this time BK and TNT duck the move. RDK is a little confused and is quickly hit with the RKO by TNT again. TNT then rolls across RDK’s back and locks in the breaking point. BK then has an idea and locks in the Anklelock. RDK is in immense pain but can’t tap. The crowd chants his name, but he is forced to tap out eventually. BK and TNT let go, thinking they’ve won but the referee tells them that there can be only one winner. Annoyed with each other, they turn around to face each other. BK attempts a Superkick but TNT ducks it and hits an Enziguri, only for BK to grab hold of the foot. He then locks in another Corporate Lock on TNT. TNT is hurt, but doesn’t tap and instead rolls over, causing BK to bounce off the ropes. TNT jumps to his feet and then hits the Novacaine, quickly followed by the Koji Clutch once again. BK is in immense pain, especially as his neck isn’t in a recovery position. But he refuses to tap, and TNT is forced to break the hold when RDK (who is now to his feet obviously) stiffly kicks him between TNT’s neck and back.
BK escapes to the outside, and takes his time in catching his breath. RDK and TNT also take time to breathe, but the crowd stirs them on and they jump to their feet. The two grapple, and RDK tries a leg sweep but TNT resists, and then throws himself at the ropes. RDK has little time to recover, and TNT hits him with an Aftershock. TNT then sets RDK up close to the ropes, and grabs the ladder nearby. He takes it to the outside, setting it up next to RDK. TNT slowly climbs the ladder, and looks to hit the Air TNT as he reaches the top. He’s halfway to the top, when BK slowly begins to climb the cage wall between the cell and the ladder. TNT reaches the top, but unbeknownst to him BK is right behind him at the same level of height. BK kicks him hard in the back, causing TNT to turn around. BK then hooks his legs onto TNT’s head, and hits a Hurricarana onto the floor! BK scrambles over to make the pin: 1…2…Kickout by TNT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:05:12 GMT -5
The tension surrounding the arena is at an all-time high, as we reach the 40-minute mark of the match. RDK slips under the ropes to meet up with BK and TNT, and throws punches at both. He throws BK onto the ground, and lifts TNT up. He grabs TNT by the head and throws him out of the cell. TNT falls down, and the commentator’s table halts his movement. RDK follows, but TNT quickly grabs the bell ring and jabs RDK in the stomach with it. He attempts an RKO but RDK pushes TNT forward. TNT turns around and RDK tries a Rock Bottom but TNT hits a DDT. TNT jumps up, and sees BK London crawling towards the door. TNT smirks at him, before slamming the door in his face, causing BK’s face to bust open. TNT opens the door, and grabs BK by the head, dragging him out. He lifts BK for a Fisherman’s Suplex, but stalls, before grabbing his legs and hitting the more painful Package Fisherman’s Buster. He decides enough is enough and places BK on the still-standing announcer’s table. TNT then points to the top of the cell, and the fans cheer in excitement of what may happen next. He starts climbing, but unknown to him RDK has started to climb the cell wall to the right of TNT. The fans cheer both men on, but they get behind RDK more and this spurs him on enough to win the race to the top, but only by a second. TNT Still doesn’t notice RDK, and turns around to get ready for the Air-TNT…
However RDK scrambles to TNT before he can hit the move, and He manages to grab TNT’s leg. TNT turns around to see RDK on his foot, so TNT tries to kick him off. But RDK keeps a firm grip, and eventually turns it into a Fireman’s Carry. TNT jumps back up and runs at RDK, who is also at his feet. TNT runs at the Macho Man, attempting a lariat but RDK ducks. They both turn around and RDK lifts TNT up for the Macho Slam! He slams the Human Highlight Reel through the cell roof and TNT lands with a huge THUD in the ring! The crowd is completely shocked at such a move, but the Macho man jumps to his feet, and looks at BK London lying on the table. He then looks at the fans, smiling. They get the hint and some sections go nuts at the prospect of the move in question. He looks at BK again, then he looks at the crowd. He looks down at BK again, then at TNT. He looks at the crowd. McNally and Edison get the hint and they quickly dart away from their announcer’s table. RDK then turns around, and jumps backwards, aiming the Macho Moonsault, and the crowd goes wild. But suddenly, at least in RDK’s mind, all noise seems to stop and everything goes into slow motion…
…And in a couple of seconds that seems like hours, he lands it, perfectly on BK London’s body. The table shatters with impact, and the monitors are practically dust, and amongst everything else RDK has an arm draped over BK London’s chest. A referee on the outside runs towards the area and makes the pin, with the entire arena counting along:
ONE! . . . . . . TWO!! . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!!
Philip: Here is your winner, and the NEW number 1 contender…Macho Man RDK!!!
The bell rings, and the arena is completely deafened with the screams and cheers for the Macho Man. He has very little energy left, but the referee helps him to his feet. Slowly, but surely he makes his way around the cell, celebrating with the fans, just as the EMTs come to deal with TNT and BK London. The Village People song comes to a close as RDK reaches the top of the ramp, turning and even posing to the fans before leaving. Meanwhile, the EMTs strap the knocked out BK onto a stretcher, as the cell raises. When it is finally clear to deal with TNT, the EMTs prepare to place him on a stretcher, but instead he opts to walk out of ACW alone. As BK is wheeled up the ramp, kayfabe breaks as the fans show their appreciation for the two men’s performance in the match by giving them a standing ovation.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:06:37 GMT -5
Segment: One night in Mumbai
The scene is all too familiar as the camera fades from black; Alicia is once more seated in the single chair in her room, with the book open close to its end. She stares at the words in front of her, but it’s some time before she can make words issue forward to challenge the silence.
Alicia: Only this remains….. I am afraid to even read, but unless I do, then all the rest has been in vain. Tonight, of all nights, the sins of the past must be countenanced…..
Even Richard Parker seems to stiffen up and listen as Alicia begins the last story from her lengthy narrative, the one which has haunted her since the entire process commenced….
They were the two words none of us ever wanted to read; but there they were on my computer screen…. Class 3. I knew, as I headed for the airport, that everyone would be called in for such a rare and serious event, and I wondered if they shared my trepidation.
A class 3 Solanum outbreak meant that there would be more than 100 ghouls requiring elimination… and perhaps many hundreds. None of us knew exactly what we were up against, and even when we collected on the periphery of Mumbai inside a hastily erected camp, Bioletti couldn’t tell us much more.
“Basically, this is almost our worse nightmare,” he said, walking up and down in front of us slowly. “The outbreak has occurred within the slum districts on the western side of the city; the people there are packed in like rats. It’s going to be almost exclusively close quarter combat, with multiple civilians mixed in; the potential for error is going to be high, and the cost of any error astronomical. All your teams are outside on the trucks; we’ll drop you at different starting points, from there get in and clear as much as you can within 3 hours. After that, I want you all out of there for debrief; the human body can only take so much, and you’re all going to take a hell of a lot. Good luck.”
There were no more words; people were getting up, and heading for the door. I saw Kemal pass by me not more than 3 feet away, but his mind was already elsewhere. I called to him.
“Hey, Kemal…. you ok?
He looked up, as if stirred from some kind of trance.
“Yeah, I guess so. Listen, we’ll catch up after this op, all right?”
I could see in his eyes that he wanted to get out of there; I was thinking the exact same thing. But we had our jobs to do, and the jostling of bodies carried him away from me before we could exchange another word…..
Alicia stops, and takes a handkerchief from her pocket; her eyes are already wet. Richard Parker gives a concerned miaow.
Alicia: It’s ok. I’m sure that you and the rest of the world know exactly where this is going, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
With a small sigh, she goes on with her sad tale.
Nothing could prepare any of us for the slum streets and alleyways; they were dingy, even in the fading daylight, cramped, and every single surface was filthy, whether it was made of poor quality brick, concrete, or dried mud. The place looked and smelled like the depths of Hades; sewage ran in the streets, save for any little patches where a resident had tried to protect the area around their threshold. People were running around, shouting screaming…. half of them didn’t even seem to notice us in our sand – coloured protective suits, and those that did backed away, shouting even more loudly in rapid – fire Hindi and Urdu and who knows what other languages. There seemed to be little separation between the uninfected and the ghouls themselves; the undead staggered around, presented with a banquet of terrified flesh that blundered into their paths without them needing to do very much hunting. It was enormously tempting just to close ranks and mow down everything in those chaotic streets, but of course that was not an option. This was quite unlike anything I’d had to handle before, and even with a pistol in each hand I found myself signalling for reload clips almost continuously. I shot ghouls and obviously infected people without batting an eyelid at either; it’s amazing how quickly murder can become almost routine if you’re placed into a situation that’s extreme enough.
After about 20 minutes, I ordered everyone to discard their silencers. The sound of gunfire had the effect that I had hoped for; the survivors all bolted for buildings, and thus made it much easier to sweep for roaming ghouls. Once we’d cleared our allotted territory I got Meela, an ex – pat native, to take up a megaphone and instruct anyone who could hear her to come toward us for evacuation.
People started to arrive quickly; we’d pulled back to the edge of the slum, and our hosts had trucks waiting. Without giving anything away, about half of my team inspected the wounds of those arriving, and sent them to one of two groups of vehicles; one took the uninfected away to a safe area to recover….
I’m sure you can guess what happened to the others. Once I’d made a double check and removed a couple of extremely fortunate survivors whose injuries had been misinterpreted, we pulled back and detonated the high explosives wired to the sacrificial trucks. The fireball was apparently visible from miles away; I only hoped that the extermination had been as quick as I had tried to design it to be.
Our 3 hours were up, and we all gratefully returned to camp; quite a few of my guys were at the point of mental breakdown, but there were fresh men waiting to relieve them. I couldn’t even think about food or sleep; I just paced back and forth, waiting for Kemal to return so that we could console one another. Perhaps I might feel a little less like some sort of inhuman monster then.
A hour after I arrived, Kemal still wasn’t back. I wanted to rush to Bioletti’s command, but the sensible part of me still had some kind of control and I knew that if there was a problem, it would be being handled.
10 minutes later, Boro staggered out of the truck that had just arrived, grabbed a fresh load of ammunition and was about to shove the driver out of his seat to make a solo return journey, when Bioletti stopped him just in time.
“Let me go, ya dag! They’re still in there, I gotta reach them!”
I didn’t need to see his face or hear any more. I already had my weapons in hand, and Bioletti had to make a grab with his free arm to stop me getting into the passenger seat. There followed a few moments of Boro and I shouting furiously until Bioletti dragged us both away behind a tent.
“Listen, the pair of you. A Syndicate retrieval team has already been sent, they’re the best chance for anyone trapped in there. I know you both want to help… but believe me, I need you now more than I’ve ever needed you. You both have to go and finish clearing all the buildings in your assigned sections…. if you don’t, then this powder keg could explode all over this city, this country even, and you know if that happens that there’s nothing we can do to stop it.”
We both knew he was right. I looked at the floor; Boro nodded, still with fear and anger in his eyes, and then walked off shouting at his team to get themselves ready. I didn’t move; I knew that there was something more, and when Bioletti saw me, he gave a sigh unlike any I’d heard previously.
“Kitamura…… Alicia……”
I’d known since I’d heard Boro arrive, but I still needed to hear it from my superior, the man I’d trusted above all others.
“I’m so sorry. Boro fought as hard as he could before realising he had to pull his own team out, but it was too late for Mistry. It wasn’t a ghoul; one of his guys lost it and fired bullets everywhere. Point blank. Boro shot the grunt dead, he and I will have to deal with that later. That really is all I know.”
“………….I see. Thank you, Bioletti.”
I don’t know exactly what I felt at that point; in some ways, I don’t think I felt anything at all. I certainly don’t remember much detail of when we set out to finish the job we’d started; the sentimental, foolishly loyal part of me kept saying that I had to do my job, that it was what Kemal would have done. Of course all of that was just rubbish which my fragile psyche was constructing to push my body on through the onslaught of reality, but at the time it was all I had.
It was totally dark by now, and still stiflingly hot; I can’t even begin to put a figure on the numbers that I killed by torchlight. I do remember that I ended up saving my rounds to use on the child victims, a small and perhaps crass mercy, but the only one that I had at my disposal. The rest of the team suffered as much as I did, I think, pulling the infected but living screaming from their petrified families out into the street and my waiting blade and holding them down while I completed my grim and grisly task; the streets ran red all around us, and we had to barricade the survivors into their homes while the collection teams picked up the contaminated corpses for burning elsewhere.
And then just when I felt that there could be no further fall, no pitch left to soak into my spirit….. we found the orphanage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:07:21 GMT -5
The building was run down, even by the poor standards of the buildings around it; we entered to find it almost totally abandoned. Strangely, there were no children around, and no bodies; I led the way through until we reached a starcase. Even after all I’d experienced, something inside still screeched at me not to go up…. but I was almost in a daze myself from fatigue, and so I trudged up with a few people for backup behind me.
All of the upstairs rooms were empty too. I was about to strike the building off the list… when I heard a faint moan from above me. Gun at the ready, I used the light attached to it to sweep the ceiling until I saw what I was looking for; a concealed hatch. With extreme caution, one of my team pulled the door down, and caught the sliding stair that slid into position. We waited for any ghoul to tumble out, and after about a minute, I started to climb. I put my head through the hatch at the top… and then very, very quietly climbed all the way up. I stood in the room, unseen by the occupants, and stared in incredulity at the scene.
The man was wearing a smart suit, evidently specially tailored for his bulging frame. On his hands were gold rings and what looked like a Rolex, and he was almost giggling, his pants and underwear crumpled around his ankles. The sweat on his porcine face shimmered in the light from the attic window, and a bead crystalized and plummeted to land on the tiny figure crouched in front of him….
I couldn’t see the girl with total clarity; her hair was unkempt and her features obscured by worn – in dirt, but she couldn’t have been more than 10 years old. She went about her task with weak, unsteady movements, and when she paused for breath, the man just shoved her down again. She moaned, the same moan that I’d heard before….. and it was a sound that froze the soul, a sound of utter hopelessness with a terrible kinship to the moan of a ghoul. She looked in my direction, and I saw her eyes…. they were moving and not those of a Solanum victim, but they were lifeless and dead all the same, and she made no acknowledgment of me.
“What’s going on?” whispered one of my crew. I couldn’t answer him. In my head it was as if there was a tornado whirling; I felt sympathy, sadness, revulsion, sickness, grief…. yes, grief came to the fore. Grief for the girl, for all the people of this cursed city, for all the others I’d seen, for the team members whom I’d failed, and finally for Kemal… and myself. And with those thoughts, the grief suddenly exploded into anger, pure, burning yet icy, black as midnight yet clear as day…..
I started to walk toward the man and his consort. There was a time when I’d have shrunk in terror from a rapist and pedophile, and cowered from such a monster…. but monsters don’t fear their own kind. And I had the strength of the devil in me as I closed on him, pistol in hand.
It was the shout of the first team member following me up the ladder that made the man turn around; he looked shocked and started to yell in Urdu, but turned white when he saw my gun. I pistol – whipped him over the head; the girl, startled, scurried away into the shadows. I already had a long length of traverse wire out of my bag, and the cries of my team became horrified silence as I wrapped it around the man’s neck and booted the window open, letting moonlight shine through. As I hauled him toward the opening, my second in command, who’d seen what the guy had been up to, tried to bring me to my senses –
“Kitamura, please – it’s not our place. We can hand him to the authorities-“
I whirled around on him and shouted. “Authorities? Look at him! If he isn’t part of the government here then he’ll have the police in his pocket! It’s always the way, we go in and save people from one threat only to totally ignore the corruption and all the shit that leads to the outbreaks in the first place! And for what? So we can all eventually die unknown and unmourned? No. Not this time….. just once, just ONCE, someone’s going to REALLY get what’s coming to them!”
The team didn’t seem to know what to do as I finished pulling the ungainly lump to the window; their hushed, urgent whispers were halted as the sound of moaning rose up to us. I looked out of the window, down to a sealed courtyard below…. and saw carnage. Little bodies were scattered everywhere; there was one full – sized ghoul, and all around him, about 60 smaller ones; the remainder of the orphanage – come – brothel. In the background the man was starting to come around and groaning; I gazed upon the scene….. and smiled with evil intent as I had the perfect idea of what to do.
I adjusted the wire so that it was affixed under one of the man’s arms rather than just his neck, and fired off a shot to nail the adult ghoul; this was going to be a kids only party. The rest of the team could only watch as I braced myself with the wire, thick gloves protecting my own hands, and kicked the fat bastard out.
He fell about two thirds of the way down the building before the wire went taut; my fury made me strong, and I held him up without too much difficulty. The jolt woke the guy up, and he started yelling again, which of course had all the child ghouls making a beeline for the source of the noise. I gave the man a chance to look down and see them before letting him down a couple more feet; the man got louder, and then started to scream as 120 hands were raised in his direction. One got a hold of a shoelace, and pulled the shoe off; the man screamed again, and I could see that tears were starting to run down his cheeks. Every one sent a thrill down my spine; I delighted in seeing his pathetic face as he tried to look up and see me, begging in his unfamiliar tongue for mercy. Yes, I confess; after all that I had survived, and all the assaults upon my sanity, I was surrendering to shadow and revelling in his suffering – in my mind a just payback for all the misery he had brought upon the children of this forsaken place.
I allowed the anticipation to peak before loosening the wire and allowing the ghouls to reach his feet and ankles. It was like watching a flock of efficient vultures; they stripped shoes, socks, skin and flesh down to the bones, and the man screamed with agony. I had to fight to prevent the children from pulling him down further; the wire started to cut into my gloves, but I didn’t care. I gave some more slack, and the ghouls further toward the back fought their way forward to get a taste of the calf muscle. The screaming just got louder and more high pitched, and I laughed.
“Having fun yet? Oh, I’m sorry, you prefer blow jobs don’t you? Well, I’m sure the young ladies here will oblige!”
I released the wire, and the man dropped another foot or so. The sound when the ghouls got to his testicles was almost operatic; as his gonads parted company permanently, his falsetto aria was matched by a chorus of shrieks. The pressure on the wire was intense, now; I could feel blood seeping from my own hands as the wire cut in, and blood was flowing from the man’s torso too as a similar effect happened on the other end. I had the satisfaction of seeing his belly split and disgorge its contents like a smorgasbord before I finally let the wire go, and the mass swallowed him up, both figuratively and literally. His final scream was echoed by a climactic howl of my own, a roar from the most primordial depths; I watched for a few more moments, letting the ex – residents enjoy their vengeance, before turning to my team. They were pale with shock, and someone had been visibly sick in a corner.
“All right. Let’s clean up the courtyard, shall we? Someone bring the girl with them on the way down for survivor collection.”
I descended, and after a few seconds, the others followed me. It was what they’d been trained to do, after all. We wiped out the remaining ghouls, both at the orphanage and in our sector, before returning to base as instructed. I turned myself in without delay; I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror for several days as the appalling nature of my acts began to sink in…..
Bioletti didn’t throw the book at me; for a start, there was no “book” to throw. I think that he blamed himself at least in part, for sending me back into a live situation in an unsuitable mental state. After a long, long period of consideration, he looked at me over the table of the bare tent in which we were sitting.
“What do you want me to do, Alicia?”
I stared at the tent wall.
“I….. want all this to stop. I want to be normal again, Bioletti.”
His eyes met mine. “So do I, Kitamura…. more than you know, so do I. I don’t think I can give you that…. all I can do is discharge you from the Syndicate. I think that’s for the best.”
I nodded; as the reality hit me, I started to cry.
“I’m sorry, Bioletti, I’m so sorry….. I let you down.”
As I let the drops fall to the dirt floor, Bioletti came around and put an arm around my shoulder.
“You’ll only be letting me down if you don’t go and rebuild your life. You’re young, Alicia… there will be trials, but there will also be things worth living for. And to be honest, perhaps it’s better this way – after all, giving your life to this organisation isn’t exactly heaped with rewards. Except, of course, being able to meet people like you.”
His last words touched me deeply. I hugged Bioletti, painfully aware that I wouldn’t see him again; he was the closest thing to a father I’ve ever had. Our goodbye was short, by necessity; he had operatives to oversee, and I had a copter to catch.
I left all my equipment, save the Falcata, with the team in Mumbai. When I got home, I deleted or scrapped all the files and references to the Syndicate save for my ghoul – hunter manual, sold the flat, and moved back to London. I spent about 18 months there drifting from job to job, and then took an extended holiday in the States…. which led to my meeting with WWE Gamer, and my new career path.
Time is a great healer… but you can’t erase your past. I love Victor with all my heart and soul, and yet there is room too for my memories of my first love; I strive to be the best wrestler that I can be, but I owe much of my conditioning and skill to the people I met and the training I received during my other life. The two will be, must be, forever intertwined… I can only hope now that I can control my worst excesses, and learn from my mistakes as I seek to build the life that Bioletti wanted me to have…..
Alicia lets the last of her words fade away; Richard Parker is still sitting upright, as if riveted to her revelations. Alicia folds over the last page of the book, and then closes it; she wipes the remaining tears from her eyes.
Alicia: Richard Parker, do you think I’m a bad person?
Richard Parker mews and rubs up against Alicia’s leg. Alicia picks him up, looks at him, and then hugs him tightly.
Alicia: I don’t think that I am….. maybe I was, once, but those days are gone. I lost my first great love, and wasn’t there to help him…. I won’t let that happen again. Even if I have to defeat Victor tonight, I won’t allow him to come to serious harm.
Alicia stands up, her eyes bright and determined.
Alicia: I love him, Richard Parker, it’s like discovering it all over again….. Oh, Victor!
She hurries toward the door, but then stops and comes back. She pulls back the rubbish bin from under her dressing table, drops the book into it, and strikes a match.
Alicia: Bioletti, Boro, Kemal, all of you…. I’ll never forget you, but it’s time to close the door on this, for good. My future is with Victor, and ACW.
She lets the match fall, and leaves the book crumbling into ashes as she leaves the room with Richard Parker at her side.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:09:45 GMT -5
Segment: A few thoughts (Credit: Senator)
Coming back from the break, the Senator is seen warming up in the hallway, wearing new attire, long black tights with "Senator" down each side in red text, black MMA gloves, heavy knee pads, and black boots with kickpads. Charlotte King walks up to the Senator and asks a question.
Charlotte: Senator Phillips, the number one contender! May I ask you what you are thinking going into the most important match of your life?
The Senator: I am doing just great, Charlotte, I am not going to let Stanton, or any outside circumstances affect me tonight. No, he will not get inside my head for this match, I want to win this for myself, and for my legacy.
Charlotte: That's great! You have any plans for the match?
Senator: Sure I do, much as I did with X-Dragon for the ACW/HWL tournament, I will tell you exactly what my keys for victory are: A. I can not allow myself to run the ropes with Yoko, or play the speed game, she's too quick for that. B. I can not underestimate Yoko's strength, she may not be large, but she is powerful, look at the list of people she has defeated, they all figured that they could play the power game with her, and they lost. C. I need to be the consumate technician here, take her down, dictate the pace of the match to suit my own strengths, which leads to... D. Get the match to go past thirty minutes. If I can do that, this match enters into my territory, few people can stand against me at that point, they did not call me "Ironman Steve Phillips" back in DCW for no reason! That said, I wish Yoko the best, and I hope she can give me the match of my life here, she is a fine champion, and one who I would not be ashamed to lose to. That will be all.
The Senator goes back to warming up, shadowboxing against the wall, and throwing a number of spinning kicks, while Charlotte stands back.
Charlotte: Thank you for taking the time, sir! There we go, the number one contender, Steve Phillips, can he defeat Yoko Satoshi? I sure don't know!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 13, 2005 16:10:43 GMT -5
Segment: A Sloth’s Life....In a Petting Zoo. (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Stan: Good thing the cops didn’t take us in.
Stan got his camera back and Jake and him walk down a tree-lined dirt path inside the park.
Jake: Like they said, those guys were on the FBO Most Wanted List. I should have gotten a medal.
Stan: Didn’t you say you saw an ACW superstar on an FBI show once.
Jake: Yeah. Daredevil and I were watching it like sometime last year, and we saw....holy shit.
In the distance, a cloud of dirt arises. Jake and Stan know someone is coming toward them, but who? It isn’t a who but a what. A lot of whats. Then they see their favorite ACW superstar running toward them. Predator. He sees them too.
Predator: Jake! Other Guy! Stop the animals! They escaped from the petting zoo! Stop them!
Jake and Stan give each other quizzical looks. How are they going to stop the oncoming stampede. They figure out the best way instantly. The both sidestep off the path, letting the animals run by them.
Jake: Shoot, sorry Pred-man.
Predator’s face starts to redden.
Stan: Hey! A goat! Behind you!
Predator jumps around to see a white-haired goat. But the hair isn’t the only white thing on the goat. The foam around the goat’s mouth is white. Rabies. Predator screams then starts running down the path. The goat chases him. Then the ET champion and the goat are running around the field, with Predator screaming at the top of his lungs. Stan and Jake can only laugh and continue walking up the path. Only they don’t get far, as an animal is napping in the middle of the path. But it isn’t just any animal.
It’s a sloth.
Fade Out.
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