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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:27:18 GMT -5
Gooey can't believe that an ACW rookie has lasted this long against a veteran like himself. Gooey slowly gets to his feet along with Rattlesnake and now Gooey delivers a right hand to Rattlesnake. Rattlesnake retaliates with a right hand himself, showing his exhaustion like Gooey with the previous punch. Gooey delivers another punch which sends Rattlesnake reeling, but Rattlesnake comes back with a quick and hard clothesline which takes the Gooester down. Both are down again and now the referee begins counting for the double count out. The crowd counts along with the referee as he is now at the 5 count. Soon after both show signs of life and they arise to a vertical base. Rattlesnake hits Gooey down low with a kick to the stomach before going for a Powerbomb. He attempts to lift Gooey but Gooey lifts him his shoulder and now attempts to hook the head for the Emerald Fusion. Gooey tries desperately to do so but Rattlesnake doesn't allow him and he grabs onto the top rope. Gooey attempts to pull Rattlesnake away from the top rope but he keeps a good grip on it. Gooey turns around, still holding Rattlesnake who is in the same position and he throws Rattlesnake's left leg over the top rope which makes him hit the top rope groin first. Rattlesnake holds his groin in pain and Gooey bounces off the ropes and hits a huge Running Big Boot to the chest of Rattlesnake, sending him falling limply outside the ring. The crowd begins to cheer for Gooey as he stays in the ring, possibly waiting for Rattlesnake to be counted out but RS gets back in the ring around the 8 count. Rattlesnake gets up and Gooey charges at him but he hoists him on his shoulders. He spins Gooey around before going for his signature Snakebite but Gooey counters it into a Flowing Reverse DDT, in the process smacking the referee in the back of the head with his feet.
Gooey quickly makes the cover and the crowd counts along with him but there is no referee, Gooey begins to get frustrated as he knows victory would be ensured. Gooey attempts to revive the referee while Rattlesnake rolls over to his corner and grabs the Snakequalizer. Rattlesnake rolls back where Gooey left him, playing possum. Gooey manages to get him revived, but only for a second. Gooey turns back toward Rattlesnake and attempts to pick him up but gets a face full of barbed wire. Gooey holds his face in pain and Rattlesnake ditches the weapon and rolls up Gooey with a bridge pin. The referee slowly counts one......two......three.
Philip: And the winner of this match, Rattlesnake!
"Blind" by Silverchair sounds and Rattlesnake rolls out of the ring to the outside before collapsing down to the ground. His facial expression is one of extreme joy as he walks out of Genocide with his first PPV win. The referee meets him at the end of the ramp and raises his arm in triumph. Gooey continues to hold his bloody nose and he now looks up with a bloody lip at the victor Rattlesnake. Rattlesnake picks up his Snakequalizer and smiles before looking back at Gooey, who's eyes say that this battle is far from over.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:28:02 GMT -5
Segment: Ten Minutes to Showtime (Credit: ??)
Aurelia's massive bulk covers most of the camera's eye. The cameraman attempts to maneuver around her, but finds the task impossible. The crowd can hear an audible sigh escape his lips as he simply gives up and focuses closely on Aurelia's back.
Aurelia: Lights, check! Neon lights, check! Christmas lights, check! Perfect, just perfect.
She slowly turns around, sucking on a ballpoint pen while she scribbles on her clipboard.
Aurelia: All set! Ten minutes to showtime, people! Everyone, please, get ready. This is ACW's finest moment, transcending history, making a mark, oh what a rush! Places, people, places!
Aurelia beams down at her crew, who obediently begin to make last minute checks, scurrying around from station to station, flipping arbitrary switches and looking busy. Aurelia examines her brainchild, the first ever live ACW Press Conference. Merely ten minutes away...
Hanging from the ceiling is a sweeping dark blue curtain. Someone erected a podium and wired several microphones, inscribed with the ensignas of big companies. It seems like ABC, NBC, CNN, and even Cartoon Network will all be in attendance tonight. Everything is spotless, even the podium's ACW ensigna is polished gold.
Aoyama: You've outdone yourself, Aurelia. This Press Conference looks fantastic.
Aurelia quickly looks over her shoulder to make sure no one is within hearing distance, then murmurs quietly to Aoyama.
Aurelia: Have you got the bank accounts yet from that fool Ginger?
Aoyama: No, I'm still working on it--
Aurelia: Dammit Aoyama we don't have time! If the boss doesn't get those accounts, I don't want to think about it!
Aoyama: Relax. How are the boys from Fallout?
Aurelia: Oblivious and stupid, as always. They will be told to meet me behind the Press Conference stage five minutes from now. Of course, they won't have a clue until it's too late. Our objective of the total obliteration of ACW will finally be achieved, providing you've received Ginger's bank accounts!
Aoyama: There as good as mine. Remember though, Aurelia, the boss doesn't tolerate failure. He did threaten to kill you...
Aurelia: The word 'failure' is not a part of my vocabulary. I will see you in eight minutes. Good luck.
Aurelia turns on her heel and leaves. Aoyama stares after her, a hard to read expression on his face. Is it admiration? Awe?
...Or could it be scorn?
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:28:49 GMT -5
Segment: Not your time (Credit: BK)
As the scene fades in from black a huge pop is heard for ACW's own Jonny Spade as he appears on the screen, wrapping a dark dark gray tape around his wrists. Jonny is walking in tonight's main event in not of the best condition especially after being the victim of that vicious attack by BK London on Warfare. But he manages to put his injury to the side, clearing the path of anything in his way, so he can focus solely on the ACW Title. Jonny sits in his own locker room, away from the rest of the Untouchables hoping to get some peace and solitude so he can focus on tonight's match. But that obviously won't be the case...
Barging in the room is the person who he has become most acquainted with, a person who has caused him hell over the past 2-3 weeks, BK London and along with him is his protege Predator. Jonny quickly rises to his feet, anxious to take on both of them at once but he feels a stinging pain in his ribs and quickly falls back into the chair. Both Predator and BK take a side on Jonny and BK, with his trademark cocky swagger, walks over to Jonny and puts his hands on Jonny's shoulder abruptly.
BK: Jonny, relax man. I mean, you’re in no condition to be engaging into any physical activities before your BIG match tonight. Your BIG match in the asylum. You know Jonny, if one year ago - last year at Genocide - if one year ago they told me that 365 days from then that you would be main eventing a pay-per-view......alongside the greatest talent ACW has to offer.....for the biggest prize of them all....the ACW Heavyweight Championship - I would've told them...put down the crack pipe and get the hell out. But here you are, obviously grown physically and mentally over the past year and you've manage to surpass all my wildest expectations of you.
Jonny: What's the point of this?
Predator: Hey hey! You don't talk back to Mr. London while he's complimenting you. Have some damn respect!
BK: See that's the problem with you kids today, no respect for the people who have paved the way for you. But back to you Jonny, over these past weeks I've grown to respect you Jonny...grown to respect you as a wrestler and as a person overall. I've shared numerous matches with you and you have shown me that you can rumble in the ring. But you have to ask yourself...
BK moves closer down to the ear of Jonny Spade...
BK: ...is it enough?
Jonny: What do you mean is it enough? Of course it's enough. I'm positive that I can hold my own in the ring with the rest of you big stars.
BK: Is it enough really Jonny? Well let's look at it, your biggest win in ACW was defeating - well moi. And let's face it, the only reason you won the match is because I got counted out by your goofy former tag partner. And now let's look at your championship reigns, you've won the Fallout Heavyweight Title. An accomplishment that my current protege has managed to pull off. But now let's take a look at the title that actually counts in your repetoire, the ACW Tag Team Titles, a record 6 times. SIX! Impressive, I mean that’s better than both Predator and I combined.
Predator gives him a little golf clap accordingly.
BK: Six time Tag Team Champions. TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Have you realized that your biggest accomplishment in this match has included you and a partner. Jonny, if you haven't noticed now, but there's no partner to help you now. It's every man or woman for themselves. Face if Jonny, your tag team man, your place is nowhere by a singles title. That's why when you faced Santiago at Ragnarok for the International Title - a singles title - you tapped because you *holds his neck and acts like something is suffocating him* CHOKED!
The words of BK London, whether they may be just to intimidate Jonny, they hit hard and where it hurts. The memories of tapping out to Santiago at Ragnarok all fly back at an instant and he immediately refuses to accept it.
Jonny: NO! I DIDN'T CHOKE!
BK: Oh but you did Jonny. You did, and you choked hard. So let's say by the grace of god you manage to do the impossible and win the match. Let's say you walk out the Asylum with the ACW title in hand, what will you do when it comes to your first defense? You don't have that person to look back to - you don't have that person to tag in Jonny. And before you know it, it will be all over, and somebody else will be the ACW Champion in a matter of seconds. I've been the ACW Champion, I know the pressure and Jonny...you can't handle it.
Jonny looks at the devilish smile of BK London and looks across at Predator simply laughing at him, mocking him, and now he begins to contemplate and take to heart BK's words.
BK: Jonny, this is simply......not your time. Let's go Predator.
Both BK and Predator walk out, smiling and laughing it up and they shut the door leaving Jonny all alone. Jonny's head sinks into his hands and then he runs his finger through his hair before letting out a big sight. On the outside Predator gives BK a high five...
Predator: Two down...
BK: Two more to go.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:29:39 GMT -5
Segment: A word from the resident Welsh Dragon (Credit: WeDrag)
We're ready to go to the three-on-two handicap steel cage match, as the PPV song is going through the speakers across the arena, and we're shown the steel cage up at the roof, ready to come down any moment now. But we're cut to the backstage area, where Charlotte is standing with a microphone, anxiously waiting for somebody, who we assume to be the Welsh Dragon Dan White.
Charlotte: Well I'm here, waiting to catch an interview with Dan White. We are just moments away from the three-on-two handicap match, where Torak and Angelus Kincaird will take on the odd squad of the Senatorial Stable members CBK, and the Untouchables member 'Welsh Dragon' Dan White.
Dan appears walking passed Charlotte, and Charlotte placing a hand on his shoulder, intending for a word. Dan looks a little annoyed about being asked at this time, already dressed in his PPV attire.
Charlotte: You're fighting two beasts in a cage match tonight. Can we get a quick word?
Dan: Velocity.
Dan walks off, and Charlotte just scowls at his cheekiness, as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:30:54 GMT -5
Segment: The Press Conference (Credit: ??)
Daisy: Are you guys all set to go?
Anthony Kalb: Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?
Daisy: No, no, no, it's not winter, it's SUMMER's day, got it?!
Anthony Kalb: Shit, sorry. I haven't studied Shakespeare since High School, you know.
Daisy: You, Felix? Beau? You guys set?
Felix: Oh yea, we're much faster learners than Kalb over there. Don't worry about us.
Daisy: Okay then guys, good luck!
Beau: Daisy, please. I hate it when people say good luck to me. Save it for a loser who really needs it.
Daisy: Alright then. Good luck, Beau.
Daisy quietly slips away, narrowly avoiding a headlock attempt from Beau. The three members of Fallout are huddled in close proximity with each other behind the Press Conference stage, as planned.
Anthony: We're in some deep shit, I tell ya. How do you think we're going to pull this off?
Felix: Just relax, alright? Pretend ABC, NBC, CNN, and Cartoon Network are naked or something...
Anthony: Right.
The camera switches to a front view of the Press Conference in all its majesty. The live broadcast sign flashes on: Genocide has officially reached nearly all parts of the world.
Charlotte King: We thank our distinguished guests for gracing these fabled halls with their magnificent presences. Please welcome, ACW's resident Chairman, Mr. Gingerdude!
The journalists, reporters, and a slew of celebrities all applaud Ginger somewhat lukewarmly. The chairman climbs up to the podium, flashing the cameras a toothy grin and trying not to look out of breath, having hurried here from the ongoing saga being related in his office.
Ginger: Oh my, wow, the view sure is great from up here!
One chuckle, just one. Ginger, unnerved, hastily plows on.
Ginger: Well, you see, um, welcome! Yes, welcome to ACW! We'd like to thank you profusely for coming tonight, to celebrate, eh, um, what exactly are we celebrating again?
Cricket.
Aoyama: At the rate he's going, the Fallout boys won't need to make fools of themselves.
Aurelia: Sh! I'm listening.
Ginger: Yes, well, welcome. And I do mean that. ACW prides itself on its geniality, its hospitality, its warmth, goodness, and class. Yes, class, people. Now I know a certain African American female with an income higher than I can even conceive recently slandered our good company. I say slander, yes, slander, people, for that is what it is. ACW does not promote violence against women, goodness no. As proof, allow me to introduce to you our very own Public Relations consultant. She has done wonders for this company and is truly in our debt, please welcome Miss Aurelia!
Scattered applause. Aurelia climbs up to the podium, huff-puffing all the way, and pauses for a moment to catch her breath. She faces the audience and beams down upon them. When she speaks, she assumes a high pitched girlish giggle dripping with sugary sweet honey.
Aurelia: Thank you, Mr. Ginger, sir! The attacks against ACW are completely groundless. Anyone who watches our television shows, Meltdown and Warfare, know that our company promotes good morals, like sticking up for your friends or staying loyal to your spouses! It neither promotes violence or condemns it, rather it showcases upstanding sportsmanship and personal integrity. If you require further proof, please turn your attention to the stage, where a demonstration by a few members of ACW's talented roster have put together. Enjoy!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:31:16 GMT -5
The journalists scribble, the reporters gab, and the celebrities yawn. Felix Santana enters first, dressed in medieval attire, akin to early Shakespearean era. He brandishes a sword, and the audience jumps at the fluid motion.
Felix: She should have died hereafter! There would have been time for such a word...tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...creeps in this pretty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
The crowd is stunned: Felix is delivering Shakespeare at his finest. The tone, the cadence, the pronunciation! Rebrato on the vowels, crescendo near the end, simply stunning! Then, in a loud passionate cry, fit to make the Devil himself cry...
Felix: Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Alas![/b]
Aurelia looks like she was just slapped in the face. Her mouth is slack, and she seems oblivious to the spittle running down her chin. Aoyama is in a similar state of disbelief, Ash, impassive as always, merely stares glumly at the stage. The crowd roars its approval and the applause is tremendous. Felix bows and exits.
Aurelia: Oh, my, God.
Beau James enters, dressed in a starched white lab coat, bespectacled and imperious. He approaches the podium, shuffles through a few papers, clears his throat, and begins to speak.
Beau James: Do Flowers Regret Being Plucked for a Bouquet? A Moral Philosophy of Springtime, written by Mr. Beau James.
Aoyama: That doesn't even make sense--
Beau James: --though not apparently sentient, a flower possesses emotions inconceivable to the human race--
Aurelia: This cannot be happening...
Ash: Relax. His thesis is crap. No one would ever praise him for his aptitude in writing.
New York Times Journalist: His thesis is simply amazing! I've never seen anyone with such an aptitude for writing--
Beau James: --the petals curl with gentle fragility and the stem twitches in an almost blissful fashion--
Aurelia: This can't get any worse!
Daisy: Oh trust me, it does.
Aurelia whirls around. Daisy is standing behind her, flawless in a periwinkle blue evening gown.
Aurelia: YOU!
Daisy: Me. I took the liberty of treating the boys out to a night on the town. They're currently staying at the local Hooters, I believe, shitfaced, no doubt--
Aurelia: Ash, Aoyama, get her!
Daisy: Not so fast! If you touch me I'll scream rape and the police will be all over you three. So just sit tight and enjoy the show.
Daisy scampers away, pauses, then turns her head back.
Daisy: By the way, you really are fat, Aurelia.
Aurelia's wit, for once, fails her.
Beau James: To conclude, a Quell. The Quell is a brief poem, uplifting in nature. It pairs a sequence of thirteen short lines with a concluding, unrhyming apothegm. The reward of the poem is in the revealing contrast between rhyming argument and concluding remark. Sometimes they may contradict each other, but always they illuminate, and, like all poetry, sanctify life.
Sing a hymn to rectitude, ye forward-thinking multitude. Advance in humble gratitude for strictest rules of attitude--
Beau pauses when he realizes he's lost the audience already. Shrugging, he merely bows his head and the applause is tremendous. He exits the stage, granting Anthony Kalb entrance. Kalb appears, dressed in similar Shakespearean attire, though without a sword. He fumbles a bit walking up to the podium and lets out a nervous cough before beginning his sonnet.
Anthony: Shall I compare thee to an autumn's day? No, wait, that's not right...
Aurelia perks up. Hope at last? Anthony fumbles a bit more, and the crowd starts to snigger. Just as Aurelia's reassuring smug returns to her face, another person enters the stage.
Daisy: Oh Mr. Kalb, what vision, what elegance! Please, you must dance with me. It would be the greatest honor!
Kalb looks hesitant, but Daisy gives him a reassuring nod. They clasp hands, Kalb's arm around Daisy's waist, and suddenly a classic Viennese Waltz starts to play. Daisy and Anthony glide across the stage, with Daisy steering and trying in vain to keep Anthony's posture straight.
Gary: May I cut in, good sir and lady?
Everyone's jaws drop as Gary enters, dressed in a new tuxedo and looking absolutely marvelous.
Kalb: Certainly, good sir. It is my pleasure.
Gary and Daisy commence dancing, and the crowd "oooooh" and "aaaaah"s as the odd couple spins and twirls. By the end of the number, the entire audience is on its feet, clapping thunderously.
NBC: Oh my God, I cannot believe it! ACW is a masterpiece of etiquette and grace!
ABC: C'mon, everyone, back to the studio. If we're lucky we'll have a contract secured with ACW to broadcast every show on our channels!
The journalists and reporters buzz around, Ash and Aoyama are nowhere to be seen. Backstage, Felix, Beau, Kalb, Daisy, and Gary all celebrate with a huge group hug.
Daisy: You did it! You guys were amazing!
Felix: We couldn't have done it without you, Daisy. You saved the day.
Daisy: I suppose I did. Well then, let's shake off these clothes and hit the bar! Drinks are on me, guys!
The strange entourage exit the camera's eye, cheering and whistling loudly. Switching back to the main stage...
Aurelia is on her knees, at a loss for words. She gulps, shakily picks herself up, and quickly waddles away, letting out one visible sob before the camera fades to black.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:32:42 GMT -5
Match 3: Handicap Tag Cage Match Angelus Kincaid & Torak vs Welsh Dragon Dan White & the Cold Blooded Killers The normal busy chatter of the fans between matches begins to die back as the familiar yet unnerving shadow of a steel cage falls across the ring. As it is lowered into place, Philip picks up his microphone. Only when it is down and secured does he begin to speak.Philip: The following contest is a tornado tag handicap cage match. The winning team will be the one which either first secures a pinfall or submission, or has one of its members escape the cage to place their feet on the floor outside. He pauses, letting the fans take this in.Philip: Now, introducing the teams… first, from Hollywood California and Denver Colorado, they are members of the Senatorial Stable and the ACW Tag Team Champions… The Natural Born Killer Lex De LaRocha and the Scarlet Assassin Scott Andrews, known together as the Cold Blooded Killers! ”New Noise” hits, and Scott and Lex come out one after the other, pausing on the stage and then heading to the ring side by side. They alternately flip off the fans, drawing plenty of boos, and enter the ring via the cage door; Lex has wisely left Lucy backstage given the nature of this match.Philip: And their teammate for this contest, he is a member of the Untouchables… the “Welsh Dragon” Dan White! ”The Welsh National Anthem” plays, and Dan gets roundly booed as he walks to the ring. This is hardly top of his list of concerns, however, and he looks to be in somber mood as he walks up the steps and into the cage. He and the CNK share a few words; they have to put all personal rivalries aside if they want to stand any chance of surviving this match intact, let alone win it…
The arena suddenly darkens, and the fans react in typical fashion. Smoke starts to swirl around the stage.Philip: And now, their opponents… firstly, from New Jersey’s Pine Barrens, Angelus Kincaid! Thunder sounds, and then “Progenies of the Great Apocalypse” hits as Angelus makes his entrance. The fans fall silent as he passes; Angelus stops just short of the cage and regards it, running a finger over the metal, before stepping up on to the apron. He has to duck to enter through the door, and his foes draw close to one another for mutual protection, something which seems to vaguely amuse the behemoth.
The arena stays darkened, and then “Broken Man” plays…Philip: And his partner for this evening, from the depths of the ACW Arena… Torak! There is a wave of sound from the fans as Torak appears; he is one of those few wrestlers who seems to transcend face or heel status and simply “is” an event in himself. Slowly he approaches the ring, unhurried, unconcerned; upon entering he and Angelus glance at one another, but that is all. It is as if they inherently understand one another, and no words are needed.
The referee enters the ring, looking understandably nervous himself, and the door is locked behind him. With the lights restored, the scene is set… but for what?Bell rings. The cage suddenly seems very small to the team of Lex, Scott and Dan; their numbers advantage seems to pale as they see both Torak and Angelus staring at them. What might be a parody of a smile is just about visible under Torak’s mask, and Dan in particular swallows hard. However bad his visions might have felt at the time, the reality is a heck of a lot worse… Angelus is unable to restrain his lust for violence any longer, and makes the first move, charging across the ring. Lex and Scott move together, deciding that attack is the best form of defense, and try to knock the monster down, but Angelus grabs one of them by the throat in each hand and chokeslams them both at once with terrifying power. As he does so, however, Dan dashes forward and kicks the beast square in the face; Angelus lets out a howl of anger and swipes at Dan, but the Welsh Dragon is too quick for him. Lex and Scott roll back on their feet, and take on Angelus directly; the three men battle drawing a roar from the crowd, and Dan tries to lend his aid – but his way is blocked by a mighty shadow. The nocturnal animals are in fine voice as Dan looks upward- Torak smashes a thick forearm against Dan, and sends him flying sideways into the ropes so he strikes the cage. Dazed, Dan finds himself being battered by Torak, but with nowhere to run to he gathers his courage and attacks the mass of muscular abdomen in front of him. He’s ecstatic to discover that Torak is not invulnerable, and as Torak takes a step back, Dan jumps up on to the ropes, and audaciously leapfrogs using Torak as a platform to get superb height. Angelus doesn’t stand a chance of seeing him coming, and Dan drops on to his shoulders before performing his “That’s Entertainment” (Litacarana). Angelus is thrown and skids across the mat, and Dan shouts to Scott, who knows what to do.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:33:36 GMT -5
The Scarlet Assassin makes a break for the cage wall; he starts to climb as fast as his legs will carry him, but unfortunately Lex’s attempts to keep Torak at bay are thwarted. Torak simply walks up and grabs Scott, pulls him off the wall, and makes the entire ring and cage shudder by executing a Gorilla Press drop. Torak places his boot across Scott’s sternum and starts to press down; Scott struggles and the crowd boos, which just seems to make Torak enjoy himself more. Lex and Dan are being held at bay by Angelus, but seeing the danger Dan clips Angelus’ knee and releases Lex to rush in and club Torak in the back. It’s certainly not enough to knock the big man down, but it does get his attention, and Lex holds up his hands, offering a grapple. Torak accepts, expecting to have an easy superiority, but Lex’s raw power is famed and with the added incentives of being in such a risky environment he is driven to pull out all the stops. The crowd goes ballistic as they see Torak for once being held, and then Lex tops things off by pivoting and swinging Torak as hard as he can into the cage. The panel quivers and for a moment it looks as if it might fall off, but the cage holds out and Torak staggers back in a daze. Lex signals with a raised arm, and then leaps to the ropes, springboarding into his Movie Star DDT; the response is huge, and Lex makes the pin, 1…2…- Torak kicks, and gives Lex a look that is just a hair’s breadth from murderous intent. He rises, and as Lex tries to kick him again Torak grabs his leg, pulls Lex right off the mat and spins him by the feet like a hammer, sending him crashing into the cage wall.
The sound grabs the attention of the other three men in the match; Dan and Scott have been trying to disable Angelus, but the more they hurt him, the more Angelus seems to enjoy it. Seeing Lex in such trouble, Scott rushes to try and help him; Dan shouts angrily at being deserted, but quickly has to turn his attention back to the situation at hand and just narrowly misses having his head taken off by a huge boot from Angelus. The crowd yells as Dan tries to sidestep Angelus, but fails and finds himself on the wrong end of a suplex against the cage; Dan slides down, stunned, and Angelus makes a cover. 1….2- Angelus pulls Dan’s head off the mat, and almost chuckles at his own “joke”. The punishment does not let up as Angelus stands and lifts Dan up, delivering a nasty-looking chokebreaker; Dan coughs and drops to the mat, and Angelus seems to have everything under control as he once again takes hold of his foe. But Dan isn’t stopped that easily, and as Angelus comes close Dan gives him an eye poke, unseen by the referee. Angelus drops him, and Dan rolls quickly back on his feet, runs at the turnbuckle and literally runs up it, twisting off into a crossbody that takes the unprepared Angelus by surprise and knocks him down. Dan dives into a pin, and uses the ropes for leverage, again unseen by the referee, 1…2..- Angelus kicks with a bellow of fury, and is back on his feet in moments. Dan tries to defend himself, but Angelus grasps him and then rams him face first repeatedly against the cage, finishing with a one handed spinning spinebuster. Dan is bleeding lightly from his face as he lies on the mat…
…and on the other side of the ring, Torak completes his Orb of Aldur on to Lex, leaving him also lying dazed on the canvas. Scott, who is recovering from a bearhug, suddenly finds himself in the worst possible position; the crowd shouts out as Torak and Angelus both close in on him, pushing him toward the corner. It looks like a hopeless situation, but Scott is a tag expert, and abruptly instead of backing away he jumps forward, placing himself between the two men. They react just as he’d hoped; two punches are swung, and Scott ducks and dives for cover as Torak and Angelus connect with one another. The sheer power makes them both step back; they glare at one another, and then start to fight one another for real, trading huge blows in their rage. Scott, meanwhile, moves as quietly as he can to the corner, gets on the turnbuckle, and as Torak lands an uppercut to Angelus, making him stagger backward, Scott leaps off into his Heatseeker (Front Flip diving neckbreaker). He almost doesn’t have the momentum to pull it off… but the critical point is reached and the crowd goes barmy as the move connects. Scott throws himself into a pin, 1….2…- but Torak pulls him away from Angelus, and the crowd groans, knowing that what’s about to happen will most likely not be pretty. As Scott struggles and tries to escape, Angelus rises up, and looks at Torak; Torak nods, and the pair take hold of Scott so that he is lying face up over their backs. The fans yell and Torak and Angelus complete their double crucifix powerbomb; it is a move of stunning power, and Scott looks almost KOed as the camera zooms in on him. Torak and Angelus smirk, and take a look at their handiwork; Scott, Lex, and-
No Dan. The crowd has been making a noise for a good 15 seconds, and Torak and Angelus suddenly realize why; the camera pans up, and shows Dan positioned at the top of the cage. The larger men will certainly be slower than he is; all Dan has to do is climb down, and the match is his. Torak and Angelus look up at him… and then turn away; with a sickening leer, Angelus moves back in Scott’s direction. Dan realizes that his opponents aren’t concerned about the outcome; all they are interested in is sending a message to any and all potential opponents, and finding some perverse enjoyment in the process. With a churning stomach, Dan pauses… and then stands up on the top of the cage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:35:02 GMT -5
The huge roar from the crowd comes too late to warn Angelus and Torak of what’s about to happen; Dan raises his arms, and then leaps into a stunning corkscrew moonsault, plunging and twisting downward. He collides with both men at the same time, and drives them to the canvas; groggily he pins the closest, which turns out to be Torak. 1…2…THR-
Torak kicks, and the real beast within shows itself in his eyes, making Dan’s heart skip a beat. He scrambles away, and Angelus and Torak get back up, but as they do so Lex and Scott charge them from behind and knock them on to their knees. The crowd goes berserk as Dan rushes forward and delivers kicks to the face to both of them in succession; Lex and Scott grab Torak and run him shoulder first into the corner post, and then Scott gets another idea. He shouts for both Lex and Dan to help him, and the crowd is amazed as the three of them perform an awesome treble suplex on Angelus. They all make the cover, 1…2…- Angelus kicks at the last second, and the tiredness and frustration can’t be hidden on their faces…
Lex looks at the cage wall, and then all three men make their bid for freedom; they jump up on the ropes and all start to climb together. As they do so, Torak comes thundering across the ring, and Angelus sits bolt upright; Torak makes a grab for Dan, who is slightly behind the other two, and grabs his ankle. Dan yelps in shock, and tries to kick him off; he succeeds, but now Angelus is starting to haul his enormous frame upward. The cage groans under the weight; Lex and Scott reach the top, and help to pull Dan upward – but Angelus has a hold of him, and Torak is closing in as well. Dan starts to panic, and as hard as they try, Lex and Scott can’t free him. To his horror, Dan finds himself wrenched clean away from the cage wall; Scott and Lex have hold of his arms, while Torak and Angelus are holding his body. The cage groans again, and crew start talking in worried tones into walkie talkies; the whole structure is now showing signs of weakness. Torak looks at Angelus, and they both lean back; Dan yells in pain as the conflicting forces threaten to rip him apart. Lex and Scott have to let go, and the crowd screams as Torak and Angelus plunge backward into a kind of double suplex.
The landing is incredibly loud, and people half expect them to go right through the ring. But it holds, and as Torak opens his eyes, he sees Lex and Scott scrambling down the outside of the cage. He rolls over, and drapes an arm over Dan; the referee on the inside of the cage counts as another on the outside watches the CBK…
1….
five feet…
four feet…
2….
three feet…
two feet…
One foot…
3.
The referee’s hand hits the canvas a fraction of a second before Lex’s feet hit the floor, and the bell rings.
Philip: Here are your winners…. Angelus Kincaid, and Torak!
Torak smiles grimly under his mask; he glances at Dan, who is completely out of it, and then rolls on to his back, exhausted from the match and the fall. Angelus stands up slowly, and looks out of the cage; he does not attempt to impede the progress of the medics who are coming to check on the Welsh Dragon.
On the outside, Lex and Scott are not in the least pleased at being defeated; they hold up their belts defiantly and taunt the crowd, until Lex sees Angelus staring at him.
Lex: What are you looking at, freak?
Scott: Yeah, it’s not as if you really beat us. All you did was take out the Untouchable trash.
Lex: Better luck next time, moron… come on, Scott, let’s get back to the Senatorial locker room.
They turn their backs and walk away, still showing off their gold. Angelus continues to stare after them, and the fans can tell that this saga is not yet over as the show cuts to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:36:18 GMT -5
Segment: Truth (Credit: Hunter / AK )
Ginger has at last returned to his office. Now, where were we?...
Ah, beloved silence.
But nothing good lasts, as Hunter’s eyes flicker open and stop on the clearly detectable form of Mr. Smith, pacing around the room with the rest of the town’s populace surrounding him (which is truthfully not that many people). Hunter looks around the room and sees that AK is tied with ropes and lying unconscious a few feet away from him. The populace, however, remains on the left, Mrs. Smith and Peter among them. Hunter also notices that Eric and Sarah are standing in the crowd, being held back by a few servants of Mr. Smith. Hunter tries to moves his arms, but it is only then that he notices that he too is bound by the ropes. He grunts uncomfortably, and this sound catches the attention of Mr. Smith. He walks up to Hunter and kneels before him, smiling deviously.
Mr. Smith: So here we are Mr.…Hunter. For you and your friend, we have a proposal of sorts. Give in to formidilosus and you will not be hurt. You know too much, and your outside world cannot know these things. Simply join us and feel true power and feel true…life.
Hunter thinks it best to not note that millions of people already know about them, due to the story that he told on Thursday. Instead, he looks back at AK, who by now has woken up and starts glancing around the large room.
AK senses at once that she is tied… and also that the roes are thickly woven. That’s good, it gives her a slim chance…
Hunter notes that this is not the same room as where the children were held; on the contrary, it is much larger and houses many cabinets and other items. Sticking with the explanation that this is some sort of basement used to house goods, Hunter turns back towards Mr. Smith.
Hunter: I refuse.
Mr. Smith: And how about your friend? Maybe she is smarter than you and maybe she realizes that it is better to succumb to formidilosus.
AK: Not on your life.
AK may have missed half of the conversation, but the answer to this question she already knows very well.
Mr. Smith: I see. Well, as you know, I dislike killing. But it appears that here it is a necessity. No one can know about our world.
AK opens her mouth to speak, but Hunter quickly shakes his head and stops her. Though she does not clearly understand the reason why she cannot tell Mr. Smith about the millions of people who know all of this, she remains quiet.
Hunter: Where…are the children?
Mr. Smith: Oh, they are being well taken care of, fear not. Eric and Sarah are here simply so that they can see what happens to those who break the rules.
Hunter: …you’re a monster.
Mr. Smith: Ah, there I disagree with you. But that is a tale for later. For now, I must thank you.
Hunter: Why?
Mr. Smith: Well, this woman here is the only other one who has seen my daughter and my wife. Now we can get rid of both you and her, and you led her straight to us. Though I do not believe in technology, the tracking device in your boot really did help us follow you quite well.
Hunter groans, not just from the pain he feels, but also from his stupid lack of judgment. How could he possibly spring into all of this and try to take down the entire populace and save the children when he didn’t even bother to search himself? He has been playing into their hands all of this time.
AK, meanwhile, wonders why a town that tries so hard to isolate itself has residents that use 21st century technology. Not that this is exactly a critical issue at this point…
Mr. Smith: These devices do help in other cases as well. You see, the young ones that are approaching conversion are encouraged to flee Gehenna. And when they make it out to the “real” world, and when they see how truly terrible it is, they are easily found and brought back here. And that is how the majority of them are able to go through the procedure without fail. Young Eric here, however, is an exception. I dislike force, but I will have to use it on him. His mind is strangely strong. And my daughter will likewise be forced. For whatever reason, formidilosus in low dosage has stopped working on her. She has started to misbehave and started doing the wrong thing.
Hunter: Have you ever thought that maybe she was doing the right thing? And that maybe you’re the crazy one?
Mr. Smith: My dear boy, I am not crazy. I have developed true power and true life through this. I realized, soon after building Gehenna, that it was in fact fear that that has condemned humans to eons of strife, and that I must cure it. Before I was a dentist, I was a psychologist, and I also dabbled in chemistry. I knew about all of the necessary and unnecessary parts of the brain, and of all of the chemicals that could help humans in general. And that is how I was able to develop formidilosus, and develop a new way of living.
Hunter: You’ve said all of this already, but it won’t change a thing: you are insane to the fullest extent of the word.
Mr. Smith: Am I? I am insane for creating something that destroys fear, the natural enemy of human beings. Fear leads to all of the major problems in society, whether it is war, crime, hatred, or unnecessary suffering. And without fear, there is no war…and there is no crime…or hatred…or suffering. We in Gehenna live in peace, and all we wish is for the world to join us. Imagine such a world, a world of peace and compassion.
Hunter: Such a world can never exist.
Mr. Smith: THAT is where you are dreadfully wrong. Such a world can exist, and it does exist. Gehenna is this world.
Hunter: But you convert most of these people without their consent, and by tricking them into wanting something they do not need. They do not live in a perfect world because they lack what makes the world perfect: they lack freedom of thought and of expression. It was not their choice to convert; it was yours.
Mr. Smith: Well what of it? Once they have converted, they are glad that they have.
Hunter: You don’t know that. It is as I said; they do not know freedoms at all. Do they want this or not? Huh?
Hunter turns towards the people and looks at everyone of them with passion in his eyes.
Hunter: Do you people want all of this? Think about it! Is this all necessary?
He would ask more questions, but the back of Mr. Smith’s hand hits him hard against his cheek and stops the questions in their pace. But the damage has been done.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:38:02 GMT -5
Hunter: I stick to my point. You do not allow them the opportunity to think for themselves. Why stop me?
Mr. Smith: Because that is your opinion, and a wrong one at that.
Hunter: There is no such thing as a wrong opinion. Why can’t you just let them live how they want to live?
Mr. Smith: Ha! This is what “Middle America” has always wanted. They wanted gated communities, tighter and tighter laws to restrict “untrustworthy” groups. I have just taken the final step to ensure that deviant behavior is permanently wiped out from existence.
Hunter: That is something that you can never do. No matter what you try and don’t try, you will never be able to stop the evils of man, or create peace. A world like that can never exist.
Mr. Smith: We are going in circles, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter’s thoughts have trailed off as he sits back in horror from this entire situation. It is hell incarnate as far as he is concerned, and the truly scary part is that Mr. Smith believes that this is all proper and good.
Hunter: This…isn’t right.
Mr. Smith: Of course it is. You just have not thought about it clearly. Though you have tried it.
Hunter: This is immaterial.
Mr. Smith: Reality is immaterial.
Hunter: This is not reality! No one is sane after this! People lose everything from all of this!
Mr. Smith: That depends. What have you lost?
Hunter widens his eyes and turns to look at Mr. Smith.
Hunter: What do you mean?
Mr. Smith: Have you not figured it out yet? What with the strange déjà vu you keep having.
Hunter: I…what…?
Somewhere in the back of his head, it’s there. But we all have something in the back of our heads that can only be activated by a simple action…or in Hunter’s case, a simple phrase.
Mr. Smith: Welcome home.
Hunter stares open-mouthed at the smirking face of Mr. Smith. Somewhere a few feet away, AK is also looking around in shock, as are many of the other people that from Gehenna. It cannot be true…can it?
Hunter: …no.
Mr. Smith: No what?
Hunter: …I don’t believe it.
Mr. Smith: Well you can choose not to believe it. But it is the truth.
Hunter: …how?
Mr. Smith: Long ago, just when I had built Gehenna, I went in search of people to join my wife and I. And I did, in fact, collect quite a few people who were interested. Two of these people were named Vincent and Jessica Hunter. I presume the names mean something to you?
Hunter: …my parents.
Mr. Smith: Indeed. They joined me, and they underwent the procedure without question. They would then go on to give birth to Jonathan, who I am sure you are also familiar with.
Hunter: …Cage.
Mr. Smith: And then, of course, out you came into this world. For eight years you lived in this town, and I tried to like you, I truly did. But you were a rowdy and violent child. We attempted to treat you with formidilosus as soon as possible, something that we do not usually do, given that we have never tried to use it on so young a child. I am still rather surprised that your brother was not like you. He was very quiet, and I have always liked him. You…though…
Hunter looks away from the gaze of this man, hoping to evade the truth. But that is an impossible task.
Mr. Smith: Regardless, I asked your parents if we could go through with the procedure as soon as possible. And for whatever reason, they disagreed. I knew it must be done without question, so I found you playing by yourself one day, and I grabbed you. I took you down to this basement and I was just about to go through with the procedure myself…but then your brother appeared. For whatever reason, he stopped me. And not through words or through actions, but by just being there. Your parents arrived shortly after, and when they saw what happened, they snapped. Their brains stopped responding to the effects of formidilosus, and they became despicable humans once again. They grabbed you and your brother and they ran for one of the cars. I tried to stop them, even going so far as to stab your father in his side, but I was too late. They had gotten in the car and you were gone before I could even register what had happened.
Hunter closes his eyes, and yet still his life comes closer to him.
Mr. Smith: We tried to track you, but we were highly unsuccessful. In those days, there were no tracking devices. In truth, I had hoped that recently you would have approached your parents with help concerning this situation, so that I may have gotten rid of all of you simultaneously. However, you have distanced yourself from them, and thusly you have saved their lives. And now you know.
Hunter: …why don’t I remember any of this?
Mr. Smith: Sometimes we must block out our bad memories, Mr. Hunter. Just as I have tried to forget you.
Hunter has been through this exact experience before, and it is always as shocking. He remembers how his parents never told him in great detail about his childhood, or they would give him some sort of generic response. It all makes sense.
Mr. Smith: You are tied here forever. We cannot escape our fate, Mr. Hunter. And yours is death today.
Hunter looks up at Mr. Smith with a fiery anger in his eyes, doing anything he can to free himself and attack the man who silenced his childhood. Hunter fingers start fiddling with the ropes binding his wrists together. He is able to pick a few as he watches Mr. Smith approach Peter.
Mr. Smith: You take Eric and go find the others. I believe you have an adequate amount of everything for conversion.
Peter: And Sarah?
Mr. Smith looks at his beloved daughter coldly.
Mr. Smith: She comes with me.
Peter nods and grabs Eric by the wrist, dragging him away from the room and up a flight of steps.
Mr. Smith: Mr. Hunter, it has been a great time. You have provided me with a great amount of entertainment. But I am afraid that now your time has come. And you will be lucky to know that you will be the first to die, sparing you the pain of watching your friend over there die. But she comes next. Gentlemen…
He nods his head towards a group of men gathered up in the center of the crowd.
Mr. Smith: …show Mr. Hunter the true meaning of pain. And the rest of you, come with me!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:39:05 GMT -5
Mr. Smith walks up the steps with Sarah in tow behind him, as the old men, women, and other children that have been converted follow him. There is a loud bang as the doors shut and the sound of footsteps is gone from the room. The group of men approach Hunter, and he is able to quickly count that there are roughly twenty-five of them. AK is in the corner by herself, and Hunter notes that she too is trying to free herself. The man at the head of the pack approaches Hunter and smiles as he gets to his knees so that he is face to face with Hunter.
Man: I hope that you can understand our position, sir. We only do what we are told.
Hunter: …can I say one thing first?
Man: And what is that?
Hunter: Come closer, it’s a secret.
The man leans in reluctantly.
Man: What do you---
And Hunter launches into the air without so much as a thought, connecting the tip of his boot to the nose of the man. The man flies back into his friends and they grab him, breaking his fall. Hunter gets to his feet and allows the loose rope to slide down his hands and fall to the ground. The men look at him in shock, but he’s not done there. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crystal syringe.
Hunter: You see this? This is formidilosus, what you love so much. I never really returned it to Mrs. Smith as she requested. I kept it for the right moment, which I believe this is. And I’m sure that you know what kind of effect it has on me.
Man: …you wouldn’t dare.
Hunter smirks and lifts the syringe up, bringing it back to his neck.
Hunter: I hope that you can understand my position. I only do what I must.
And with that, he sticks the needle into the back of his neck and injects the fluid quickly, much to the shock of all in the room, including AK. The men start to back up, but it is no use as Hunter is able to track each and every one of them with his cold, dead eyes. He looks around the room and sees every single object at his disposal (paying special attention to the ones with sharp edges and corners) and smiles. He has built up enough aggression over the past few weeks to use it on these men, whom he knows are far from innocent, what with being Mr. Smith’s personal hit squad. And it is when all of this hits his head that Hunter strikes.
And he strikes hard, landing a crushing leg sweep to the leader and causing him to fall on the ground. Hunter then lifts his leg high in the air and brings the heel crashing down into the man’s spine, enticing a few cringes and yells from those around him. Hunter then spins around and stabs the syringe into another man, and then grabs a third and slams his head onto the edge of a table. A fourth runs at Hunter, and Hunter ducks down and is able to grab him and throw him into the wall behind him. The fifth searches through a cabinet and finds a hammer, and then proceeds to charge at Hunter with this weapon in his hand. He is just about to swing it, but Hunter ducks and lands a crushing palm to the man’s jaw, and then grabs the hammer from his hand and swings it full force into the man’s side. A sixth runs in and Hunter ducks his kick, grabs his leg, and swings the hammer full force down onto his kneecap, shattering it in an instant.
But his work is far from done, as there are still roughly nineteen men left to take care of. He throws the hammer at one of them, and it strikes the dumb-founded man in the stomach, taking care of him instantly. Hunter sees the cabinet and reaches blindly into it, pulling out a long silver chain. He runs forward and swings the chain, which wraps itself around the neck of one of the men. Hunter pulls on it swiftly and is able to throw the man into two more, who land hard on the ground. Hunter drops the chain and jumps off the wall, delivering a spinning kick to yet another man, a move that he has come to love over the past few weeks. Another man runs at him and somehow is able to punch Hunter in the chest, but Hunter is not fazed at all. He ducks another punch and grabs the man’s arm, then snaps it over his shoulder. He ducks down and grabs the man’s left leg and pulls him up, knocking his head down hard on the concrete floor and taking off his shoe at the same time.
Hunter looks at the shoe with a hint of smile on his face and proceeds to swing it full force into the side of another man’s head, and then follows this up by throwing the shoe at another man. He runs up to this man and leaps into the air, and then delivers a swift double kick to both of the man’s knees, causing him to fall face first onto the hard floor. Another man charges at Hunter, procuring a pocketknife out of nowhere and thrusting it at Hunter. Hunter moves out of the way quickly enough, though the knife slices his shirt. He ducks another thrust and punches the man’s arm, causing him to drop the knife. The knife falls to the ground and Hunter grabs it out of the air, and then brings it back into the man’s gut. The man falls over as Hunter flings the blood off the knife and throws it to AK, who understands the signal and grabs it with her hands.
Hunter looks at the remaining men, counting ten off the top of his head. Shortly after, AK joins him and stands by his side, taking up an offensive position. She looks into the eyes of Hunter and sees some humanity. She wishes to question him, but she figures that would be better for later. Instead, she takes guard once the other ten men charge at them simultaneously. Hunter and AK both duck a few punches, and AK is the first to get a strike in, delivering a swift kick to the side of one of the men. She then grabs him and jumps up, kneeing him in the face. Hunter does the same, though his version of the move is more violent, and he punches a man in the face and then rams his face down onto the knee of another man. He then grabs this man’s foot and twists it, slightly cringing from the crack he hears in the man’s ankle.
With only the lucky seven remaining, Hunter and AK have grown more confident whilst their attackers have tried retreating. However, given that Hunter and AK stand in front of the exit, this will prove to be a difficult task. They charge in once more and Hunter slides down onto his back, kicking upwards once one of the men is above him, and at the same time kicking this man in his family jewels. AK takes a lighter approach and simply punches a man in his throat and then taking him down with a well-placed spin kick. Hunter nips up to his feet and proceeds to hit a lariat on one of the men, if just for a laugh, and then get another in a full nelson. AK ducks a swift kick to her head and kicks full force at the bottom of the man’s thigh, bringing him down to the ground. She notices Hunter holding one of the men in the full nelson and she runs forward, thrusting her foot into the man’s stomach.
The two nod their approval as Hunter drops this man and they look at the final one, trembling and staring at these two people, whom he would prefer to be figments of his imagination. But alas, he is not so lucky, as the two simultaneously lift their feet and kick him in the chest together, sending him flying across the room and into one of the newly awakened men, who becomes fallen once more. AK and Hunter survey their destruction, being absolutely sure that they took care of everyone. Once content, AK turns her attention towards Hunter.
AK: I thought you don’t take formidilosus.
Hunter: I don’t. I got rid of it ages ago. That was just water to scare them. Hell, I hate needles, I didn’t even inject it.
AK walks up behind Hunter and sees the long trail of water down his back.
AK: Clever.
Hunter: It scared them and made the job easier.
AK: It would appear so.
They look at each other and then at the exit, which many of the fallen are crawling towards. And then, together as a cohesive unit, they move to the door and open it.
Now they see a true hell.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:39:37 GMT -5
The townspeople are shocked at the mass armies of their fallen brethren that are flailing out of the basement, holding their broken bones, trying to stop the flow of blood, or simply screaming in never-ending agony. They see this pain and suffering…and they remember something. They remember all of this from long ago. The pain, the suffering, the horror, the terror, the blood. Everything shoots back into them and they remember what happened. They remember the truth.
Man: …it was you!
Hunter turns his head towards the direction of the voice, which comes from a man of thirty years of age. He stands next to a man older than him, and they shout at each other with severe intensity.
Man #2: What are you talking about?
Man #1: When we had that competition…and you tripped me and I fell down into a ditch and broke my leg. I would have won that race if it were not for you!
Man #2: That is preposterous!
And the first man does what he has not done in years: he punches his nemesis in the face, forcing the latter to fall down flat on his back. It spreads like a disease, as old grudges resurface and bonds are broken. The entire town is flung into a mass orgy of violence, as man, woman, child, and even animals are turned loose on the world, wanting nothing but the destruction of others. AK and Hunter duck out of the way of a trash can being thrown from across the field and they look at each other. AK: What’s going on?
Hunter: …they’re human again.
He looks over to his left and he sees Mr. Smith standing in shock, Sarah in his arms being just as shocked by this mass hysteria. He then sees Hunter’s still breathing form and silently curses himself for not doing the job himself. And after this action, he turns and runs with his daughter still in his hands, attempting to escape his own inevitable fate. And to the right, AK sees Peter running with Eric towards some more buildings, presumably buildings where the children are being held.
Hunter: I need to go.
AK: Likewise.
Hunter: So then here we part ways. Good luck.
AK: The same to you.
The two nod their acknowledgement of each other’s goals, and moments later they run towards their own destinies and fates. What happens now is up to the cosmos to decide. After all, this is a world ruled and created by the menacing powers of the spirits.
We just live in it.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:40:15 GMT -5
Match 4: ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match Jake Cheng vs. Red's Only Fan vs. Nina Starr (Credit: Rose) It’s already been a night to remember, and the card is only just reaching the halfway mark. Another title match is up next as Philip enters the ring.Philip: This match is set for one fall, and is a triple threat contest for the ACW Light Heaveyweight title! Introducing first, our first challenger… “Naughty” Nina Starr” “Love Goes Like…” hits and then the lights go off. The ramp is complete dark when one pink spotlight shines down on Nina. She moves her head up as cherry blossoms fall down gracefully. It is truly a beautiful sight. As she looks up, the pink spotlight splashes all over the place, and guides her way to the ring. She enters the ring through the second and third rope, hooking up on the turnbuckle to smile and blow a kiss to the fans. Then she takes her corner and anxiously awaits the arrival of her opponents. Philip: And next… Hailing from Columbus, Ohio… Please welcome Mr. Red. “Reptile’s Track” from the immortal Mortal Kombat video games play as ACW’s Mr. Red comes out from the back with a rather indescribable look on his face. It is a look of unusual intensity and one can see that he means business in this match-up. He enters the ring….then he completely breaks his “serious” visage by ogling at Nina for more than a few seconds, seconds. The arrival of his opponent is the second thing on his mind at this point.Philip: And lastly… Please welcome your ACW Light Heavyweight Champion… Jake Cheng! “Petrified” hits on the ACW Arena sound system as Jake Cheng comes out to a surprising strong response from the fans. He walks down the ring with the swagger of a champion and clearly looks like he is 100% sure that he will emerge victorious from this match-up. He enters the ring, hands his precious belt to the Referee, and waits for the bell to ring. This looks to be a very interesting match-up… Bell Rings. The match starts off at a lightning-fast pace. They are all professionals and are not going to let any…personal distractions…stop them from having a competitive match-up. All three of the talented competitors circle one another and quickly jockey for position. In the blink of an eye, they all move towards the middle of the ring and simultaneously try to drop-kick one another. Of course, since all three competitors are airborne at the time, all three attempts fail. The crowd doesn’t care however, as they are unusually hot for this match-up. Nina is the first to get to her feet and she immediately runs forward an performs a text-book sunset flip on the champion. She catches him off guard and gets a 1……2….., but Red dropkicks her right between the eyes to stop this match from ending in record time. They all three are far from tired by this part of the match and both Nina and Jake are quick to get to their feet. Jake is sandwiched between both of his opponent, and like clockwork, they charge towards him in an attempt to overwhelm their common foe. Jake uses his lightning fast reflexes to jump out of the way. At the same time, Red misses his attempted chop-block and Nina likewise misses her flying clothesline. In short, all three competitors emerge from this exchange virtually unscathed. Jake keeps his momentum going by laying out Red with a vicious roundhouse kick and then decided to focus all of his attention on the fairer of his opponents. He finds that she isn’t exactly a push-over as he walks right into a vicious step-up enziguri. She makes a quick pin and gets a 1….2…, but Red breaks up the pin before the three-count. Red then takes this opportunity to put the boots to both of his opponents. He clotheslines the first one up, Nina, over the top rope…thereby making the match seemingly down to him and Jake for the time being. Red and Jake exchange blows for a short time period. Red has a noticeable size advantage over Jake and so he gains momentum in their exchange. Red hits Jake with a snap vertical suplex and covers for a short 2 count before a forceful kick-out from his opponent. Red then picks Jake up to his feet and immediately hits his with a rather fierce back breaker. He keeps his opponent in this position and continues to apply pressure for quite a few seconds before releasing the move. Jake gets to his feet, but then he’s quickly the recipient of an Irish whip into the ring ropes. At this pivotal moment, Jake reverses the match’s momentum by hitting Red with jumping clothesline. Just as Red lands back first into the middle of the ring, a newly rejuvenated Nina comes off the top rope with a spinning senton splash. She is stunned a second or two too long upon impact, but makes a cover rather quickly regardless for the 1…..2……, but Jake is able make the save before his title can get stolen away by the opportunistic Rena. He then picks her up and hits her with his “Intermission” and he this gets him a 1……..2….., but Nina gets the shoulder up just seconds before the 3 count. He goes to pick Nina up to her feet, but he is rolled up from behind Red in the process. He kicks out right at 3 and the crowd pops huge for what they believe is an upset victory for Mr. Red. This, however, is not the case…yet anyway…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 15:41:48 GMT -5
Red hears the crowd’s surprised pop and thinks that he has indeed stolen the match. He turns his back to both of his opponents as he begins to celebrate, ignoring the referee’s attempts to tell him of the last second kick out. Jake doesn’t let this opportunity slip past him and turns around the shocked Red for his variation of the Ace Crusher “The Trinity”. Before Jake has any chance to make the cover, Nina dropkicks him in the back of the head and knocks him clean out of the ring. This was, perhaps, in revenge for their previous exchange. Nina then is quick to take advantage of Jake’s earlier attack on Red by making an aggressive cover for the 1……2…..., but the Ref stops just before three when he notices that Red has expertly placed his foot under the bottom rope. This fact absolutely infuriates Nina, but she doesn’t lose her cool. Instead, she back up and waits for him to stagger up to his feet. When he does this, she runs forward and attempts a tornado DDT, but he is expertly able to pull it into a Nothern Lights Suplex. This isn’t a move that Red normally does, but he manages to do it rather well and even bridges it into the pin for a 1……2….., but Nina manages to get her shoulder up. As this happens Jake reenters the ring, puts his boots to both opponents, and seemingly takes control of the match.
Jake hits them simultaneously with a leg drop and begins to focus his attention on Red, who is currently the one most likely to mount a counter attack. He picks Red up to his feet and then whips him into the nearest corner. He follows him in with a running clothesline and then immediately situates him on the top rope in preparation for his finishing maneuver, “The Mandate of Heaven”. This attempt doesn’t then jumps off in what may have been a flying body splash attempt to Jake… However, this doesn’t pan out as he’s stopped in mid-air by a well placed dropkick by Nina. All three competitors out down on the mat at this point and it’s becoming increasingly clear that they don’t have too much left in their mostly depleted tanks. Nina is the first to get to her feet, but she isn’t able to take advantage of this… Instead, she slumps in the nearest corner and tries to recover her injuries. Jake is the second to his feet and he does the exact same thing. Not to be left out, Red also does the exact same thing upon getting to his feet… This is a classic “calm before the storm” moment. It’s all too brief as they all charge towards the center of the ring. All three competitors exchange blows, and no one gains a big advantage. The champion sticks to his signature kick-based offense, Red brawls, and Nina simply tries to use her speed to attack when an opening presents itself. The key point happens when Red knocks Jake down to the mat with a mammoth right hand and then kicks Nina into position for the “Death Wish”, which is his variation of the Sit-Down Powerbomb.. Jake immediately dropkicks Red right squarely in the nose and negates any pin attempt that Red was planning to make. Red gets to his feet and attempts to clothesline Jake, but Jake ducks it and then…out of nowhere, I might add…hits his move simply called “Petrified” and quickly hooks the leg, the 1……..2……3 is merely a formality.
Bell Rings.
Philip: Here is your winner by pinfall…and STILL ACW Light-heavyweight Champion… Jake Cheeeng!
This match is over, but one wonders if the story between these three is over as well. Jake grabs his precious title and heads to the back with a rather elated look on his face. Red and Nina are both still dazed and confused at the finish of the match. Red smiles meekly at Nina and offers to help her to her feet. She isn’t in the mood at all and pushes his hand aside. She storms to the back and then Red, the last one in the ring, walks back as the crowd cheers his effort.
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