Genocide 2006

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Alicia’s vision refuses to sort itself out for a few seconds, but that’s not a negative experience. She becomes aware of the texture of gold, and the smell of leather, well before she is able to focus on Raymond Allen Fleming kneeling down beside her.

AK:…..the match is over?

RAF: Yes, it is. Congratulations.

AK: Marvelous.

She wobbles back up on to her feet; BK is sitting up, with a blank look upon his face. AK knows something of how she feels, and decides that maintaining a respectful distance would be the best policy. So she heads for the door… but then BK’s voice stops her.

BK: Do you remember that night on the roof?

AK thinks back, and gives a half smile.

AK: Of course.

BK: Good. So enjoy that belt while you can… you know I’ll be coming after it.

AK: I’ll look forward to that, BK. And thankyou.

BK nods, and grimaces as he touches his nasty head wound. RAF refuses to let him get up, and medics approach from one of the tunnels to check him over.

AK walks slowly out through the South tunnel, back into the submission ring. Another referee opens the external door, and a wave of cool air and tremendous cheering sweeps over Alicia as she steps out… she has literally been to Hell and back over the past few months, but now, at last, she realizes that she really has escaped the Asylum, in mind, body, and spirit.

Cameras flash everywhere, and AK holds up the belt to all the fans with the proudest smile you ever saw. She takes a few moments to hail the fans, and then starts to walk back toward the ACW building.

At the door, she is met by two smiling rough diamonds…

Ron: See? I told you you’d do it.

Alicia smiles again, and gets a hug from both gentlemen.

AK: Thankyou for believing in me.

Ron: Right, well we’re off… speaking of which, where did those kids of yours go in the end? You never finished that part of the story.

AK looks up at the sky, wistfully.

AK:…Eric never said. Second star to the right, and straight on ‘til morning, perhaps…

Reg: Eh?

AK: Oh, did I say that out loud? Sorry, it was nothing. Anyway, they took the pickup… and wherever they end up, at least it will be somewhere they chose themselves. Their destiny is their own again. Isn’t that what we all want?

Ron: Yeah, I can go with that. So, you going to celebrate now?

AK: Hmm… actually, I think I have one more piece of unfinished business first.

She starts to walk away, but looks over her shoulder.

AK: Don’t be strangers, OK?

Ron: No chance…

AK glances back, but the pair are already gone. She can see that the closing credits are rolling over the monitors, and heads over to one of the crew standing on the sidelines.

AK: Hey, did you see where…

No more is heard, as the wind carries the words away. All we see is AK smile once more, and then head toward the reserved area of the lot where the roster’s vehicles are being stored…

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The Big Fat Kill (Credit: ??)

As the segment opens, Aurelia is seen walking down a hallway. This is no longer the ACW Arena, she is walking toward two big double doors. Two ominous double doors. One of them is already open as she nears it. She looks as though she is dreading this moment. She steps through the door. The room is black, there are still no lights on.

Aurelia: I uh…I got word you wanted to see me immediately, sir?

There is no answer. She steps forward through the darkness until she bumps the desk.

Aurelia: Sir? Are you there?

Still no answer. She fumbles around on the desk and finds a lamp. Even though she knows she may regret it later, she turns it on. The light fills up the room. As her eyes readjust, she sees the chair behind the desk. It is…empty.

At that moment, two hands gently fall on her shoulders. She jumps, but the hands tighten and hold her in place.

??: You would turn on the light and hurt my poor, delicate skin?

Aurelia: I…I was worried, you didn’t answer. I thought you might-

??: Be dead? Sorry to disappoint you.

Aurelia: I’m not disappointed! I’m delighted that you seem to be feeling better! Such a speedy recovery!

??: Amazing what some chemicals in the proper proportions, among other things, can do, don’t you think?

Aurelia: Yes sir!

??: The light no longer hurts…well, not that much, anyway. But enough about me, let’s talk about you, Aurelia, you. Do you know why I called for you?

Aurelia: The…press conference?

The hands grip her shoulders tighter.

??: Ah, the press conference. You were supposed to make the company look bad…

Aurelia: I can explain, I-

??: …And instead…

Aurelia: I-

??: …It had the polar opposite effect. Why? Because you were too preoccupied with the girl to realize she’d get you back.

Aurelia: I can fix it, I swear!

??: I told you what would happen if you failed, didn’t I?

Aurelia: You-

The two hands let go of her shoulders and grab both sides of her head. The scene immediately fades to black upon contact. There’s a sudden snap, and a sound like a sack of potatoes falling to the floor.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Closing Segment: Beyond Good & Evil (Credit: Hunter / AK )

Night. There is nothing darker nor nothing less holy than its foul clutches over all. And at this time, the entire world is succumbed in darkness, whether or not it possesses light. Hunter closes his eyes and brings himself into a peaceful and bleak state of mind, darker and yet easier on his eyes than the true night. But this state of goodness does not last, as moments later he opens his eyes and looks over the lights coming from the large city below him. He silently paces on the top of the hill that overlooks everything below it, from the closest home to the far arena he left roughly an hour ago. He thinks he hears a sound from behind him, and so rapidly he turns and sees nothing but his car, parked silently on the ledge of the hill. It could fall at any moment, and yet Hunter cares not. He stops pacing and approaches the barrier, looking down at the empty field below him, careful not to turn his gaze onto the unholy city mere inches away from his eyes. And then he hears the sound again, but this time he decides not to act. Instead, he allows the sound of rubber against gravel come closer to him, until it finally stops with a loud screech. There is a small pause, and then a set of footsteps approaches him, the proprietor of which stands to Hunter’s right and joins him in his observations about the world.

AK: …so why did you do it?

She need not expand on this question, as Hunter clearly understands that which she speaks of.

Hunter: Like I said back there: it does not matter to me. Worse things have happened this week. Fuck, this entire MONTH has sucked for me.

AK: It would indeed appear so.

Hunter: How’d you find me?

AK: A crewmember told me he saw you heading in this direction. The rest was a lucky guess.

Hunter scoffs and moves his gaze slightly over to AK. Even in the darkness, Hunter can make out a familiar belt of gold and leather strapped around the waist of AK. He chuckles quietly and averts his gaze back to the field below him.

Hunter: So I take it you won?

AK: No, Hunter, BK won. I just punched him out, stole the title, and drove up to this hill to tell you this story.

Hunter chuckles a little louder this time, the sound of which pleases a seriously tired AK.

Hunter: Better you than anyone else, I hope you know that.

AK: I understand completely. Does that mean you won’t be pursuing it anymore?

Hunter: Ha, not on your life! Now that I know I have to have a rematch with you, I’ll just fight harder.

AK: But then why give it up tonight?

Hunter: …too much on my mind. I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

AK: I see. So…how are you doing, what with everything that’s happened?

Hunter: Well…how would you feel if Latino lost his mind and ran away to God knows where?

AK: Probably the exact same way you’re feeling.

Hunter: More than likely. It’s been very…rough. But…

He pauses for a moment as his thoughts gather up once more, barely even allowing him the comfort of breathing.

Hunter: …I want to thank you.

AK: For what?

Hunter: For everything. Without you, I’d probably be dead by now.

AK: Well, you had the gun.

Hunter: One bullet does not kill an entire population.

In some cases, however, it does. Hunter reaches into his pocket and pulls out a single bullet, the moonlight gleaming off of its shiny surface.

AK: …is that…?

Hunter: The very one, yes. Call it a souvenir.

AK: That’s rather macabre.

Hunter: Well it was meant for me.

He admires the bullet for a few more moments, and then proceeds to slide it back into his pocket, where he hopes it will stay for all eternity. He may not be the spiritual type as much as he’d like to be, but something about Mr. Smith’s words concerning this bullet fills him with terror.

AK: Well, Hunter, just so you know…if you ever need to talk to anyone about anything---

Hunter: Look, I appreciate this, but I don’t need a shrink. I just need to sit down and think to myself for a very long time. I can guide myself through this.

AK: Fair enough, I guess that’s how most men solve their problems. But I do have one question for you: why did she take formidilosus?

Hunter: I think it was her intention to save me…but…she shouldn’t have done it. Now she’s lost forever.

AK: That’s only true if you give up, and I know you won’t. You’ll find her.

There is another silence following this exchange, and then AK turns around, walking towards her car at a slow pace. She gets to it and unstraps the title from her waist, lightly placing it inside the car and peering at it for one moment before turning back towards Hunter.

AK: I know you said that you didn’t want any help going through this…but I still want to say something. It’s been in the back of my head for the last few weeks, actually, and I didn’t know why until about 30 seconds ago.

Hunter: Then say it.

AK: Nietzsche once said that, “What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.” Remember that.

And he does. AK gets into her car and turns around, heading down the side of the hill and allowing Hunter to be alone for the first time in a long time…or so he thinks. His eyes fly across the empty field and stop just on the edge of the field, the city line being directly in front of it. And right between the field and the city stands that same, all-too-familiar black figure, its back facing Hunter. And for once, it does not disappear. Hunter stares at its back for a long time in silence, entranced by its haunting presence. And then suddenly, it begins to move, walking towards the city and disappearing in its midst. Hunter looks up at the glassy moon and ponders to himself what he does now. After hearing AK’s words, many of the events that have transpired in Hunter’s life suddenly make sense to him. And so he understands the concepts of life, of death, of truth, and of love. But he does not want this understanding, and so he attempts to kiss these concepts goodbye forever…but he has no such luck. For all four will soon pay him another visit, unbeknownst to him.


His real journey has just begun.


Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[hunter]

Best. PPV. Ever.

[BK London]

Congratulations Atomic Kitsune. But beware. IM COMIN TO GETCHA!

Absolutely fantabulous show.

[theonlyredsfan]

great show

[hitman]

BEST



SHOW





EVAR!

AK wins title!

Fat bitch killed!

And yes...

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Great show all!

[The Senator]

Awesome show, 'nuff said, Asylum makes the Moment, as you'd expect:)

[Torak]

Incredible show. Props to Hunter and AK for some awesome writing.

[Rena]

AMAZING! Im so proud of you, AK!

PUSSY POWER REIGNS SUPREME!

[holocaust]

Good, good.

[Lass Sarin]

AMAZING.

::bows to AK::

You truly are a GOD. =D

[Santiago Rivera]

AWESOME SHOW!

*bows to AK*

You are my leader now! *spits on hunter*

jk but...am I champ? Meh *keeps title in sig till the truth is revealed.*

[Jake]

I RETAIN!

HITMAN RETURNS!

HUNTER LOSES!

What more could I want?

[Karate Master Kudo]

Great PPV. Amazing Asylum match topped off with a new champ. Congrats AK and great job everyone else involved in the show.