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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:13:58 GMT -5
Segment: Spring Training (Credit: Davey Marvel/OnlyRedsFan)
The arena darkens as "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria begins to bellow into the arena. A back light is shining at the strike of a big drum beat The silhouette is of a hooded man which could only be one man. The backlight eclipsed by the man’s silhouette is shown against a curtain that is placed over the entrance way blocking this mans arrival. The curtain is dropped and Davey Marvel is revealed. Davey is greeted with the usual fanfare with a little extra sass added as he has been virtually MIA for months. He seems focused and rejuvenated all in one wide ranging demeanor. He walks the ring glowing with confidence all awhile slapping the hands of the faithful ringside. He does the usual circle of friends around the ring before entering the ring. Once he gets in the ring the Ring announcer has mic in the waiting. Davey grabs the mic like a scepter of verbage. He stalks the crowd for his moment to cut through there cheers and pounce on his opportunity to address them.
Davey Marvel: It's real an honor to be standing here tonight....
The crowd interjects with counter appreciation. It seems as if the audience has become putty in his hands after saying just one line. Apparently leaving for a long time will do that. He again waits for his time which surely as it started calms down. He jumps in like double dutch.
Davey Marvel: That’s all too unnecessary. Okay one more time....
They go at it again while this is going on Davey is in the ring soaking it up like it is a pulled wisdom tooth wound and he is gauze. He motions as to say "Thanks and settle down which is followed by a bring more motion.”
Davey holds the mic back up to his mouth to get ready to speak but he is interrupted once again.
“Reds Fan” by Freekbass blares out through the arena. The fans begin to groan and boo upon hearing Mr. Red’s latest music. They know he hasn’t picked a good opportune time to grace his presence. Davey looks up the ramp with a slightly confused look. Mr. Red walks arrogantly out onto the stage. He looks down at Davey with a smirk on his face. Red stops and looks down at his Entertainment title strapped around his waste.
Red: Enough of this crap. No one cares about how good you feel to be kissing each and every ass in this arena.
The crowd begins to boo greatly as Red takes his shot at them. A water bottle comes whizzing past him. Davey frowns up the ramp at him.
Red: Look at you. You run off for a long time. Then at the biggest show of the year, you pop up and expect to just pick up wherever you want? As far as I am concerned you can go join those Fallout wusses.
The boos grow louder as Red criticizes the fastest hour on television.
Red: You’re a former 2 time Entertainment champion.
The boos turn to cheers for Davey. Red shakes his head and smirks at the crowd.
Red: That also means you have lost it twice.
The boos return to Mr. Red as the fans don’t want to hear about the downs of Davey in the midst of his return to the ring.
Red: Myself, on the other hand, have yet to lose the Entertainment title. I’m among the ranks of the greatest champs of all-time. You can probably be among the biggest failures with a championship around your waist. You get a title and you choke with it.
Davey: Whoa whoa whoa...Easy sport. I got two questions for you.
Davey holds up his hand and numbers off with his fingers as he lists his questions.
Davey: One who do you get your gear from? Cause you should give it back. Two who the hell are you?
Red looks a bit perplexed and unsatisfied that Davey doesn't even know who he is. But he answers him.
Red: I am The OnlyRedsFan!
Davey: Nope, I was right I still have no clue.
After that Red adjusts his belt and shifts his bat to the other shoulder. He then begins to make his way down the ramp. Davey swiftly steps in to stop him on his way.
Davey: No so fast slugger. I'll tell you what since you are so eager to fight the Marvelous one. You will have your chance under one condition.
Red: Anything you name it.
Davey: I want that title. I want it one month from now at Seven Deadly Sins. I don't want you to lose tonight I want you to have time to think about what is coming your way. Listen when I say, when I say its real. Now I want you to go back to the dugout throw some bengay on your nuts and play "catcher."
As the audience laughs and applauds at Reds expence he has no choice but to stare at him with the most sever look of distaste. He shakes his head as he walks back to the locker room.
Cut to Commercial/video Package.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:14:52 GMT -5
Segment: Happy (Credit: Sarin / Yoko / AK)
A single fish swims languidly across a four-inch diameter transparent bowel; its fins barely graze the turquoise rocks littered on the floor below. The scales are a dull, lackluster blue, clashing horribly with the turquoise flooring. Sarin Rossi kneels down before her fish bowl, resting her chin on the surface of the table. A breath of air escapes her lips, blowing a strand of raven hair out of her face.
Voice: Fish-watching going well, then?
It's Alicia, smiling kindly down on her, extending her hands to help Sarin up. Sarin grins, clasping Alicia's wrists and leaping to her feet.
Sarin: Exhilarating.
Alicia: One would think so. What's his name?
Sarin: I call him Happy.
"Happy" rolls over and lazily floats up to the top. Alicia raises an eyebrow; Sarin quickly taps the bowl to revive her pet. After blowing a few bubbles in feeble appreciation, it resumes its eternal lap around the circumference of the glass.
Alicia: Happy could certainly use a pick-me-up. What are you feeding him?
Sarin: Oh, you know, the usual...small pieces of shrimp, a few brown pebble-thingies, a couple of squid eggs, tender, love, care, all my time, all my soul, all my energy. But nope! Not good enough for Happy.
Her voice is slightly hysterical. Sensing an impending panic attack, Alicia firmly steers a shaking Sarin over to a nearby couch, sitting down beside her.
Alicia: Sarin, I'm sure Happy appreciates--
Sarin laughs derisively, a laugh which soon morphs to a scream of mirth, followed by gasping, heart-wrenching sobs. She speaks between gasps for breath and a few hiccups.
Sarin: Oh yes, Happy appreciates everything! Happy even shows how much she appreciates--hic--me by visiting illicit websites, the cunning little--hic--devil!
Alicia makes no attempt at interrupting, though she rubs Sarin's back in soothing circles as her friend releases an outpour of emotion, bottled up far too long.
Sarin: One thing that really--hic--gets my goat, Alicia, is how hard it is to know what--hic--Happy is going to do next! Is she going to goggle at other fishies as they swim past? I don't know! Is she going to--hic--jump out of her bowl to bite me? I don't know! Will she try to--hic--use me like a three-dollar-whore then toss me out once I contract STDs?! I don't know I don't know I don't know!
The tears come freely now, and Sarin relents, shuddering with the emotional effort to suppress her angst. Alicia, heart full of compassion, pulls Sarin in for a close hug, hushing her quietly while patting her back comfortingly.
Alicia: Sarin, shhhh...it's okay. Hush now, people might see you. And normally that wouldn’t matter in the slightest, but tonight you want to look your best, don’t you?
Sarin sniffles, heaves a great, shuddering sigh, then dries her tears. They pull apart; Sarin quickly looks around for a mirror. Noticing this, Alicia quickly affirms she's okay.
Alicia: Don't worry, you look fine. Sarin, is this your first serious relationship?
She nods, not trusting herself to speak yet.
Alicia: I'm surprised that you lasted this long without tearing out your own hair. Sarin, relationships are tough. They're a bloody nuisance half of the time.
Sarin: No...not for you. Not for you and Victor! We'll never have what you have--
Alicia: On Monday, I was on the receiving end of a vicious slap from my dear husband.
Sarin: Oh.
Alicia: No relationship is perfect, Sarin. There's bound to be unpleasant twists and turns. However, anyone can overcome those obstacles through heavy communication and mutual effort. It’s all about finding the right compromise.
Sarin pauses before speaking, unsure of her words, though determined to articulate her feelings.
Sarin: It's just that...I always thought my relationship with Yoko was perfect...since meeting her last year, I don't think we've ever had a major argument, and barely any minor arguments. Then this crap had to start and I feel like it's collapsing around me and I'm powerless to stop it--
Alicia places a gentle, but firm hand on Sarin's shoulder.
Alicia: You're not powerless, Sarin. You're one of the strongest people I know. These problems you're having with your relationship, they're completely normal. Everyone experiences them. You're just coming across them a lot later than most couples...Sarin, you can overcome this. I know you can.
Sarin smiles, and another tear slides down her cheek, but perhaps this time, not from sadness and frustration? She embraces Alicia in a warm hug.
Sarin: I need to get ready for my match now. Good luck tonight too with Victor!
Alicia: I'll need it. Sarin, remember, even if you lose tonight...we're all very proud of you. You've come such a long way from your debut in a relatively short amount of time. I know Yoko, for one, really respects you.
Though she hides it well, those words mean more to Sarin than a thousand world title belts.
Sarin: Thank you, Alicia. For everything.
Alicia: Don't mention it--hey, look at Happy!
Indeed, Happy the fish just vaulted into the air, somer-saulted twice, then landed gracefully back into his bowl. Sarin grins, blowing a kiss at his lustrous scales, then cheerfully skips to her locker room. What would come would come...and she would have to meet it when it did.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:15:30 GMT -5
Segment: Final Thoughts (Credit: Chef)
The scene opens up with Chef sitting on a chair tying the laces on his boots. The crowd lets out a big cheer. A knock is heard on the door and Chef quickly says come in, then stands up. The door opens up and in comes ACW interviewer Charlotte King. She has a microphone and seems ready to ask Chef a few questions.
King: Hello Chef, thank you for taking some time to talk to me before your big match tonight against Red. Let’s get started with an important question about tonight. How do you feel about your opponent Red?
Chef: How do I feel about him? I'll tell you how I feel about him. He is a man that tries to get into his foe's head. A very good technique to use. He was trying to get into my head. But, unfortunately for him, he wasn't able too. But tonight, all the jokes are aside. Now he has to get the job done physically, which I don't think he will be able too.
King: OK Chef, next question. How does it feel to be challenging Red for his Entertainment Championship on the grandest stage of them all, Omega Effect?
Chef: It feels absolutely fantastic! Being in front of all of these fans here is great. Not only that but tonight after I be-
Chef is cut off by a loud ding noise coming from behind him. He walks off, then comes back with a pizza. He sets it down on the table in front of him and cuts a slice for himself and Charlotte, but she shakes her head no. Chef shrugs then continues talking with the pizza in his hand.
Chef: As I was saying, after I beat Red tonight for the Entertainment Championship, there is going to be a big Barbecue later. So Red, its time to turn up the heat!
Chef takes a bite of the pizza, and grabs a water bottle from the mini fridge by the lockers. Then he leaves the locker room as the camera zooms in on the pizza.
*Fade to Black*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:16:00 GMT -5
Match 3: Dr. Doom vs. Vlad w/ Illyana (Credit: Doom) This match will be a little different than those that have already transpired tonight. There will be no glitz or glamour, no fanfare or pandering to the masses. This is a bout to determine the future of one man, a fight between two egos to gain control of one body. All of the classic elements are present in this one: an evil villian, an underdog hero, and of course the girl. Before we go to tonight's battle, we find Dr. Doom where he's always been for these past few weeks, sitting alone in his lockerroom, face in his hands. Little does he know, he is not alone, right before the two minds go to war, Illyana walks in, to observe who comes out on top.In the arena in his mind, Vladimir Rasputin is represented by two personalities, himself and the mask known as Dr. Doom. The arena looks just like the ACW Ring, but the stands are empty, and odd sight indeed. There will be no intro music, or fireworks, like so many have had this most important of nights for these two. The egos will go about it one on one, it can go no other way. Vlad enters first, looking just like he always had, red trunks, and long hair. Entering the opposite corner is the good Doctor himself, Dr. Doom, sporting his cloak, armor, and of course the mask. Vlad knows this will be quite the diffucult bout, as the two share the same moveset. He begins to feel out Doom's mindset by going for a lock up. Doom will have nothing of it and swats his arms away, going low for a German Suplex attempt. Showing his great sense of mind, Vlad backflips out of it, and leaps towards the back of Doom's head in a clothesline. He holds on and locks in a textbook headlock, grounding the stronger version of himself. Doom shows that he is not going to fall to his inferior self, and stands up while grabbing Vlad, and gets his German Suplex he was looking for earlier, bridging to an early pin. Getting a one count was no surprise, but Doom was looking to make Vlad kick out as much as possible. Both men rise to their feet to face each other before they advance. Simultaneously, they launch a volley of stiff kicks on their bodies, in a mirrored match up so far. Vlad gains the advantage in the exchange, getting his off faster, and more accuratly. Doom shifts to the defensive and begins to back up. Vlad gets him to the ropes, and Doom leans back on them, the kicks showing their effects. Vlad takes his chance to Irish whip Doom across the ring, leaping over him once before grabbing his arm for an Arm Drag, locking it into an armbar. After reshifting, Vlad gets in the more deadly keylock submission, cranking Doom's left arm in ways it should not go. Smack in the middle of the ring, Doom looks in a bad way. He presses himself against Vlad, and get to a vertical base once more. He reaches over his head and flips Vlad over, keeping hold of the head, before locking in a seldom seen Dragon Sleeper, later moving to a Dragon Clutch. Vlad looks like he's in pain, but the damage isn't quite building up yet, and Vlad is able to get to the ropes before tapping. Vlad gets up quickly, before Doom, and plants his foot in Doom's stomach, after he catches it, Vlad attempts the Cold Snap, but Doom ducks the blow, slamming Vlad's knee down though keeping hold of his foot. With it, he locks in a reverse figure four, but Vlad is right by the ropes, and gets out quickly once more.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:17:10 GMT -5
As Vlad is up quickly again, he gets over zealous on a Capitalist Crusher, allowing Doom to duck again and grab Vlad's neck executing a beautiful Lungblower. After this devastating move, Doom smells blood and goes for the kill, hooking Vlad's arms for a Siberian Express. As he brings Vlad up, he wakes up and wraps his leg around the neck of Doom, and pulls off the headscissor armdrag, again holding onto Doom's left arm, this time into a Buffalo Sleeper, wrenching his arm and neck. The pain on Doom's face cannot be seen due to his mask, but his body language tells the story. He's hurting now, and Vlad can sense that he can put Doom away.
Keeping a very careful grip on Dr. Doom, Vlad begins to stand, bringing Doom with him. Vlad hooks both his arms behind his back, and begins the turn for the Iron Curtain submission. Before Doom can see what's happening he's lying face down in the mat, arms being torn from their sockets. Vlad has the devastating manuever locked in to an insane degree, right in the middle of the ring, and Doom yells out in agony. Vlad feel very confident at this point that Doom will have to tap out. If this were any other time he might have, but this is Omega Effect, Dr. Doom was not about to go out like this tonight.
Arms locked tight, Doomused his prodigious upper body strength to lift himself up, Vlad along with him, submission still locked, and drops him down into a huge brain buster style vertebreaker. Vlad falls limp to the canvas, and Doom rubs his sore arms before deciding that now was the time to put this one away. Doom goes over to the limp Vlad and instead of going for the cover now, he lays him on his stomach, grabbing Vlad's arms and really cranking them before he pulls them back, bending the body of Vlad almost in half. To add to the pressure, Doom plants his foot square on the back of Vlad's head, finally executing what he calls Greetings from Moscow, a curbstomp so huge that Vlad bounces half way back up off the mat.
Feeling very confidant, Doom decides not to check the position of Vlad before covering. On his first attempt, the ref notifies him that Vlad's foot is under the rope. On the second attempt, Doom gets a two before Vlad gets his foot up on pure instinct. Doom shows his frustration now, and pounds the mat with both fists in anger. In his rage he picks Vlad up and sets him up in the corner. He pulls back for a huge right, which is promptly blocked by Vlad. Vlad twists the arm into a hammerlock, before switching to Doom's left, continuing his work. Doom makes his escape and pushes off of Vlad. Vlad comes running but Doom is ready, grabbing around his neck and pulling off a big Flatliner.
Doom has a plan now, and he begins to climb the turnbuckle, waiting for Vlad to rise. As he does, Doom leaps off, going for what seems to be a diving hurricanrana. He manages to get his legs around Vlad, but he catches Doom trying to flip him over. Vlad gets his legs around Doom's arms and falls face forward, into a pancake move. His legs stay locked around Doom's arms, and he crawls forward, bending Doom onto his knees, and bending his arms behind his back once more, Vlad is almost in a handstand. Doom isn't in the middle of the ring, in fact he's right in front of the ropes, but he nothing to grab them with, and he's forced to give up to Vlad.
Vlad lets go of the move, and Doom falls limp, fading away leaving only his green cloak. Vlad moves to pick it up and he sees the mask. He picks it up and hurls it far into the stands.
Back in the lockerroom, Doom raises his head out of his hands, mask still on. Illyana walks into the room, and motions to take it off for him. He pulls away, and it appears that all her work was wasted. But he needs to pull the mask off himself. He lowers the green hood, revealing his long brown hair, and pulls off the Iron Mask. We see the Vlad of old, just as we left him those many months ago. With tears in her eyes, Illyana leaps into his arms, and he sheds a tear as well. We pan out to see the gloomy lockerroom is gone, the two embracing before we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:17:58 GMT -5
Segment: What is Humanity? Part 1 (Credit: FSX)
September 12th, 1989
The arena remains silent for a few moments before an incredibly faded roll of video begins to play on screen. The quality of this picture increases slowly, though appears to still be a shoddy black and white. Those in the arena seem confused at this for a moment, before the date flashes above the screen with the words “Memories…” written underneath it. Who could possibly hold such ancient memories, better yet, how can they relate so directly to ACW life? The past will just have to become the present once again then...
The image may be chalky, but the message appears clear as a boy is seen running and laughing in the distance. He appears to be simply playing amongst himself, enjoying the sunny day. This continues for awhile, as innocent as it seems, before the boy catches a glance of something behind the bushes. Full of youth and curiosity, he couldn’t help himself but go and investigate himself! Approaching the bush, he hesitates for a moment, before looking inside it. What lay inside this bush of Eden? A kitten, of all things. It appears to of been abandoned, and looks to be quite scared and lonely. Just as many young boys, he decides it his duty to take the kitten under his protection and help it grow up tough. What child wouldn’t want a pet anyway? Picking up the cat, he carried it out from the bushes and into the open, walking in the general direction of the camera.
Voice: Shit!
The camera suddenly seemed to back up quickly, as if the cameraman was running away from the child, and going into hiding. Who was filming this anyway? Either way, the boy ran on by, and toward the exit of the park they were in. The camera stalked him down the streets as he ran along cradling the cat, possibly just rushing home to his parents to show it off.... What kind of parents would let there son run wild like this? Before he could reach his home though, he was stopped by a man on the street, who seemed to have something important to say.
Man: Jinske, what’s that you have there?
Jin: This? Oh! I found a kitten! Isn’t that cool?
As the boy smiled to himself, feeling oh so accomplished, the man simply laughed and ruffled his hair.
Man: Are you sure they’ll let you keep it?
Jin: Why wouldn’t they Ocko? I found it! And...and it has no where else to go! Besides, Sister Karen said I could have a pet if I was good! When am I not good?
Ocko: Well…you are bringing home stray animals, and you’re all alone in the middle of Tokyo...and there is the fact you probably didn’t tell the Sister you were going out.
He furrows his brow for a moment, frustrated he was being told all of the things he had done wrong. But then he thought to himself “What does this guy know?”, or something of the kind, as a cheesy grin became plastered on his face.
Ocko: Alright, alright, I won’t keep you here anymore...just be safe, Jinske.
Jin: I’m always safe! Beside, if anything happened oniichan would come and help me.
This seemed to be the sign many in the audience needed to tell what was going on. It appeared that Fallen Souls had dug up some old tapes of his childhood, and that they were being shown with or without his consent. From the voice that was heard earlier, it seems at least obvious he wasn’t the one to film them.
Continuing on watching the film, The camera followed along as Jin seemed to make his way to his home, which was an orphanage of some kind. He walked in nonchalantly, and received a swift slap upside the head the moment he entered the room. One of the nuns that cared over this place seemed to be furious over the fact she didn’t know where the boy was, and was obviously very exhausted from worry. Before going to slap him once again, her hand froze as she saw the small boy was holding onto a kitten.
Sister: Where did you get this…beast!?
Jin: I found it! Sister Karen said I could have a pet, so I brought him home with me!
Sister: Sister Karen obviously meant for you to get a goldfish, or something of the like…not vile scum such as this! Get rid of it!
??: Now now Ursula, must you always be so rude?
Jin smiled brightly at the appearance of this new woman, and ran over to cling onto her. She herself smiled at the display and stroked his hair a bit, before giving a stern stare over at the nervous nun.
??: Can you explain yourself?
Sister Ursula: Well..uh..it’s vile! It’s coming off the street! He could get infected with some disease, and you know full well we can’t afford this cat’s shots…or food for it!
??: Now, I’m sure his brother would cheerfully help with that...as all he wants is his brother to be happy well he must stay here, right Jinske?
Jin: Haii~ Sankyuu Sister Karen!
The boy smiled hugging onto the woman tightly well the kitten managed to narrowly escape being crushed between them. This lovey-dovey cliched moment goes on for a moment, before a slightly older boy enters the room, and it seems all too obvious who this is. Upon noticing his entry, Jin lets go of the nurse and runs over too him, just to clutch onto him as well, where he looks at him unsure of what to do, a small smirk on his face.
Young Fallen: Well, I see your finally back...you shouldn’t wander off without telling me you know…I mean...I understand not telling Sister Ursula..
Jin: I’m sorry oniichan! But you weren’t up yet, and I didn’t want to have to wake you!
Sister Karen: Yes, everything is fine now…so let us just say this little incident never took place! Xavier, your brother brought home his own little pet today.
Young Fallen: A pet..?
He appears skeptical for a moment, thinking about what exactly Jin could bring home. Expecting the worst, it should come as no surprise that he jumped up when the kitten nuzzled up to his leg. Looking down in a bit of mellow shock, he smirked and bent down to pet the cat. Jin smiled, joining him in showing the cat affection as Sister Ursula and Sister Karen made there way out of the way, figuring the boys couldn’t cause much trouble when they were together. With this, whoever was filming the scene must of grew bored, as it faded to black for a few moments.
After a few moments, the scene came back to life, and it appeared it was filming another room…a study of some kind, and the camera had been set down on a table. Seconds later, there was a knock at the door, and Sister Ursula walked into the room unannounced.
Sister Ursula: Father White, you weren’t following the boys again today…were you?
With that a man in a white cloak, with stark white hair walked out. He was grinning to himself and nodding a bit, walking over to the nun.
Father White: You know I can’t help myself...I wish for nothing more then to catch there precious lives on film, before ending them.
Sister Ursula: You truly are a sick man...
Father White: Yes...but isn’t that why you always come back to me?
The deranged priest moves in and kisses the nun, holding her there with him for a moment. It was a kiss that lacked any true emotion, and it seemed to only come from a sick need. After a few seconds, the kiss was broken and he laughed hysterically to himself. Demented lust appeared to cover his face as he walked back to the camera.
Father White: Shall we?
The nun was heard laughing to herself in the background for a moment, before the picture faded to black and the alphatron once again showed no image. Many in the crowd seemed to feel uncomfortable with what they had just witnessed, and seemed about to lose there lunches at this point. Something about this whole situation was too real, and something about what was left to come seemed so wrong...What is wrong with Humanity…
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:18:43 GMT -5
Match 4: ACW Entertainment Title Match – Bat vs. Pan OnlyRedsFan vs The Chef Leon Chase (Credit: Latino/Red) Time for the first title match of the night; Philip is ready and waiting in the ring.Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is for the ACW Entertainment Championship and is a Bats vs. Pans match! The rules of this match are simple. Both competitors must use the various types of bats and pans on their opponent until either one can achieve a pinfall. Now…introducing first…the challenger…weighing in at 245 lbs…and standing at a full 6’2…..he is the Chef, Leon Chase! The sold out arena gets quiet for a moment and then finally the fans all stand up with cheers and various domestic pans as Chef walks through the curtains. Live and Let Die plays over the arena. Leon walks onto the stage, holds up his own personal frying pan in the air. Fire burst out from both sides of the stage and it seems to have no effect on this man. He seems more focused then ever as he makes his Omega Effect debut and stares all around the arena. Chef now walks down the ramp slapping his pan against the fan’s own respective pans. They let out a huge chair as he screams out and then continues down on his way. As he reaches the ring, he rolls under the ropes and holds up the frying pan once more garnering another pop from the crowd. Phillip: And his opponent….the reigning ACW Entertainment Champion….from Columbus, Ohio…..and weighing in at a solid 200 lbs……The Red’s Only Fan! “Reds Fan” by Freekbass blares out through the arena. A mixed reaction of mostly boos fills the arena as Mr. Red walks out onto the stage. He holds his baseball bat high into the air. He pats the Entertainment title on his waist and mouths “this isn’t going anywhere.”
He marches down the ramp ignoring the fans that shout obscenities at him for the way he treated Davey earlier in the evening.
He gets down to ringside and heads to the other side of the ring where a group of people are seated. He points and acknowledges a few of the Cincinnati Reds members that are sitting at ringside. He leaps the barrier and joins them in handshakes and high fives. He unstraps the Entertainment title from his waste and hands it to Ryan Freel and Austin Kearns.Red: Hold that til I get back to pick it up. He then starts back over the barrier but stops and looks back at an empty seat in the middle of the Reds group.Red: Is that my seat? The Reds cheer and yell to him that the seat is his. Mr. Red grins and hops back over the barrier and back into the ring with his bat.* The Bell Rings * As the echoes of the bell rings in everyone’s ears Red and Chef stand opposite one another. At this given point right now neither one has a weapon but around then on the outside there are scattered ones littered around the ring. It can probably be considered a wonder toyland for two competitors as a much-touted variety of bats and pans are there right for the picking. The camera now shoots back to the competitors and Red gives a smirk. Chef now launches forward with a kick to the stomach. He does so again and this time forces Red to bend over from the kick. Then as he is bent over Chef slams his forearm deep into the back of Red. The defending champion goes down to knee and Chef grabs him by the head as he lifts him for a vertical suplex. Red starts to shake himself to set off the balance and after a he seconds he is able to do just that. Chef releases his hold and Red tilts backwards as he lands on his, but not without taking a few steps forward. Chef turns around and goes for a stiff clothesline to the back of the head but Red ducks in the nick of time. The Chef nearly runs into the ropes and Red quickly grabs him from behind. He rolls Chef over and instead of going for a cover Red runs towards the ropes and bounces off. Chef sits back up but Red nails him in the face with a front face dropkick that lets out a loud SMACK! Chef’s head whiplashes back onto the mat and Red himself lands stiff onto it as well. He rolls to the side and is back on his feet within seconds. He grabs Chef’s leg and then drags him to the middle of the ring. The Entertainment champ slams his leg onto the ring mat. Chef rolls himself to the side a bit getting closer to the ropes as he feels the pain surge through his leg. He grabs it again and repeats the attack only this time with much more force than before. Red then grabs the ropes and jumps up in the air as he lands both of his feet on Chef’s leg already worked leg. Chef lets out a yell as he feels the force being applied. Red then grabs the leg once more and drags him back into the middle of the ring. He lifts his opponent up as he tries to apply the Redleg. Chef starts moving his legs as he works to escape Red’s grasp. He then sits him and grabs Red by shirt and then head butts him in the forehead. Red quickly releases Chef, as he was not expecting that form of attack. As Red takes a couple steps back, Chef rolls under the ropes and grabs onto them to help himself back up on the apron. Red comes charging at him, but Chef ducks and nails him with a shoulder to the stomach. Red grabs his stomach and stumbles back. The fans are cheering madly for Chef as he looks around and raises one arm up to them. He then walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it as Red stumbles toward the middle of the ring. Chef is about to leap off with an axe handle smash but Red suddenly sees him up and runs up the turnbuckle. He elbows Chef in the face and then grabs him by the head as he pulls off the swinging Tornado DDT. Both men go flying off the top turnbuckle and right onto the very low and barely forgiving outside mats. They both land with a THUD and it’s hard to tell really which man took most of the damage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:19:33 GMT -5
Red looks as he was sandwiched and Chef looks like he slammed into the steel steps as he half of his body lays on top of it. The fans that are closest look over as far as they can and the replays are shown over and over again on the Alphatron. As the seconds pass and everyone has already seen the replays twenty times from just as many different angles the cameras shoot back to Red and Chef. Both men are starting to show signs of life. Red is the first to work himself back on his feet while Chef doing similar actions. The fans are chanting now “RED SUCKS! RED SUCKS! RED SUCKS!” As he stands up fully, the champion looks around he sees the various weapons littered around the aisles. Red instinctively goes for one of the wooden bats and he starts practice swinging it as he becomes accustomed with it. He then starts walking over to Chef and just as he gets ready to attack the challenger comes at him with a steel pan. Red ducks and blocks it his bat and before anyone can say a word the two are in a swordsman fight only with bats and pans.
Chef swings with his pan but Red jumps back, dodging the attack. Red then lunges forward with his baseball bat but Chef blocks it with his own weapon. He then kicks Red in the chest and as the champion falls back Chef goes for a flattening of the head with his pan. Red rolls over and tries to slam his bat on Chef’s back but he barrel rolls forward as he quickly escapes. Red swings the bat again and Chef ducks again as he jabs the pan directly on Red’s stomach. The champion bends over in pain and Chef throws the pan down on the floor. As everyone hears the banging of the pot, Chef quickly grabs Red and slams his head down on the pot with a strong Sherbert Smash. Chef, still holding onto Red, stands himself up and then tries for a second Sherbert Smash. Red through grabs Chef around the waist with one arm and with his other arm grabs Chef’s leg. He then pulls off a release Fisherman’s Suplex and slams Chef into the outside mats. Red then slowly gets on his feet and grabs the ring apron as he lifts up the covers. The fans are chanting “CHEF! CHEF! CHEF!” and Red looks back as he yells out “HE’S NOT SO COOL!” The Champion then turns around and reaches under as he pulls out a table. This brings out a slight pop from the fans and as he stands it up, Chef comes from the side with a flying Elbow Drop from the ring apron. The elbow smashes against Red’s face as he stumbles back against the steel post. Chef then finishes up as he properly erects the table. He walks over and kicks Red in the stomach once….twice…and then a third time as the fans all let out a cheer.
Now grabbing Red by the hair, Chef knees him in the face and then throws him over on top of the table. Chef then looks around as he tries to decide what to do next and finally lets out a smile as he knows exactly what that is. He raises his arm up, garnering a fan applause and pop. He then climbs up onto the apron and then grabs the ropes. He looks back quickly seeing Red laid out on the table and then jumps on the bottom rope as he performs an Asai Moonsault. He comes down directly on Red and the table gives way under the pressure. Red is slammed into the ground and Chef rolls off as the fans are chanting his name once again “CHEF! CHEF! CHEF!” He grabs Red by the hand and pulls him on his feet and then rolls him back inside the ring. Before the challenger slides back inside the ring he grabs a few bats and pans and throws them over the top rope. One of the bats accidentally hits Red in the face and he rolls around in the ring grabbing his face. Chef the rolls under the ropes with a pan in hand. Red slowly gets up on his knees and Chef quickly swings that pan as hard as he can and it smashes against the side of Red’s face. Red stays up for a brief second and then falls down to the side. Chef then drops down and hooks the leg going for the first cover of the match. The Referee slides onto the mat and slaps the mat.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:21:24 GMT -5
. . . ONE! . . . TW-Kickout by Red as Chef has a very surprised look on his face. The fans all let out a long “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Red rolls over to the side as he crawls to the ropes. Chef gets up and grabs a steel bat. Red slowly gets up as he grabs each rope for leverage. Chef grabs the bat with both arms and charges with it like a battering ram. Red ducks and elbows Chef in the face, causing him to drop the bat. The champion quickly takes this as an advantage as he grabs the same steel bat and brings it up right between the legs of Chef. His eyes widen as he feels the pain and Red leaps up with a lariat attack that knocks down his challenger. Red then grabs Chef’s arm before he can fall down and whips him into the ropes. Chef bounces off the ropes and as he returns Red swings that bat as if a ball is coming at him. Chef ducks the attack and runs pass him. As he gets behind Red, he spins around and punches him in the back of the head. Red is then turned around and Chef quickly toekicks and without hesitation pulls off Jalapeno Hammer. Red’s neck slams down and by reflex he springs back up and stumbles around the ring. Chef grabs a pan and drags it closer to him. He then stands up and as Red faces him once again knees him in the stomach. He grabs Red’s arm and quickly pulls of the Freezer Burn directly on the steel pan. Chef then rolls Red over and covers him for the pin. The Referee once again makes the count. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRE- Kickout by Red at the last second! The fans let out a loud boo and even start up a chant, “RED SUCKS! RED SUCKS! RED SUCKS!” Chef rolls over as his body is starting to feel the effects from the match. His body seems to be slowing down and Red seems to be no different as he ever so slowly starts to get up. Chef scoots back and grabs the ropes as he helps himself up. He notices Red is starting to get up as he gets to his knees. Taking a few seconds to measure the distance and then comes charging at him with a knee to the face. Red leans back…way back…and does the rockaway. Chef misses his target and as he passes, Red grabs the same pan used on him and quickly slams it across Chef’s back. The challenger stumbles forward but does not go down as Red stands up feeling. He shakes his head a little as he is still feeling the effects and then from behind he slams the pan across the back of Chef’s head. Chef falls down one knee and Red gives him a look as if to say “What the hell?” He runs past him and bounces off the ropes. As he comes back he swings again but Chef ducks the advance. He stands up and grabs Red’s head from behind and goes for an inverted stunner. Red quickly reaches behind and grabs Chef as well. He spins around and comes down fast, driving Chef’s head into the ring mat. Red is about to go for the cover but this time he grabs Chef and pulls him to this feet.
The champion picks up Chef and positions him upside hanging from the turnbuckle. Red grabs the pan and then runs at the hanging Chef. He jumps up and with the pan in being placed under his feet tries to nail Chef across the face. Chef lifts himself up leaving Red to hit the mat and the pan goes flying outside. The challenger then unhooks himself and rolls out of the corner. He then grabs Red’s foot and drags him into the middle of the ring. He grabs him by the head and pulls him up and then without any waiting he bends him over and picks him in position for the Flambé Crash. He holds up Red and suddenly Red is shaking his head as he tries to get out. The fans are cheering louder and louder as Chef walks forward and just as he’s about to perform the finisher Red slips off and down his back. As he lands on his feet he turns around and dropkicks the back of Chef’s earlier worked knee. Chef goes down to his good knee and Red gives him a back brain dropkick. Red then slams Chef on his back and grabs him by his worked leg. He puts his legs in position for the Redleg and works to turn him over. Chef is working to resist but Red finally turns him over and sits down as he applies the move. Chef immediately goes for the ropes and for a brief second he has it touched. Red quickly pulls him away though towards the middle of the ring. Chef stretches for the ropes but cannot reach it and Red continues to apply more and more pain and pressure as he can. The Referee slides on the ring mat and asks Chef those questions. He yells out “NO!” and the fans let out a loud “YEAH!” in unison.
Red applies more and more pressure but Chef now starts to lift himself up. He then pushes forward and Red is sent flying against the ropes. Chef stands up and Red charges at him. He nails him with a clothesline but this doesn’t take down Chef. Red then throws a right and left and then a right and a left. Chef stumbles back and then ducks another strike. He grabs Red and pulls off a flawless belly-to-belly suplex but Red lands on his and throws Chef into the ropes. Chef charges forward and Red pulls off a drop toehold. Red then quickly grabs Chef’s leg and turns him over as he positions his legs. He then quickly turns him over again and puts on pressure for his Redleg once again. He sits down hard as he works on his back and legs. The Referee asks Chef again and he yells out in pain. He searches for ropes but this time they are all too far away for a possible reach. The fans are chanting his name as he tries to lift himself up again but Red already knows how this is going. He sits down have more and Chef can’t help but slap the ring repeatedly. The Referee calls for the bell as Phillip makes the announcement.
Phillip: Here is your winner…..and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion….The Red’s Only Fan!
Red quickly gets out of the ring as he hears the bell. The champion drops down to his knees and he raises both arms up as if he just won the Olympics or something. The Referee comes over with the Entertainment Title and he hands it over. He instantly grabs it and….cuddles it as he looks over at Chef whom is starting to get up. Red quickly leaves the arena before Chef can try to attack. The fans are chanting loud now for the challenger as they yell out “Chef! Chef! Chef!” over and over again. Red looks around with a scared look and then finally leaves through the curtain as the show cuts to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:22:06 GMT -5
Segment: Lesbians are hawt! (Credit: XS3/Sarin; Sarin for title)
As we fade into the scene, we see XS3, Ben, Selina and Christine all discussing about the upcoming number one contenders match. The feeling is quite a weird feeling as described before but still it does not dampen the spirits of the four Canadians. The four Canadians soon increase by one more as a large man appears, wearing black jeans, dress shoes and a sleeveless shirt. The four look up at the tall man and smile.
XS3: “Hey Afternoon.”
The man known as Afternoon Drinkin smiles at the four on the benches. Afternoon then sits down with them and decides to join in with the pep talk.
Afternoon: “So, X. Tonight is your big night. It might not be a world title match but dammit, it’s a step closer. I know you can do it.”
Selina: “Yeah but there are more superstars who are just as hungry as X is. Even though there are teams, it’s still every man for himself.”
Ben: “Selina… it doesn’t matter if there are others out there. What matters is what’s inside X’s heart. If he believes, then his destiny will be close to being fulfilled. X, go out there and kick some ass.”
XS3 smiles at Ben, Selina and Afternoon. The look in their eyes all tell X that he’s ready to go out there and give the other teams a run for their money. Afternoon then stands up.
Afternoon: “Well, I’m gonna take a walk around the halls. Meet a couple people. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
The four nod to the big guy who stands up from the bench and begins to walk off. Before he goes…
XS3: “Hey Afternoon…”
Afternoon pauses and turns to XS3 once again.
XS3: “Thanks man.”
The Newfoundland giant gives a big smile and thumbs up to X, who returns the gesture. Afternoon then turns and heads out of the locker room.
Christine: “He’s a good guy.”
XS3 nods in agreement as do Ben and Selina. Meanwhile, Afternoon is seen walking down the hallways, nodding to ring crew members he sees. Just before he can go to the next door, he pauses and his jaw nearly drops to the floor. He sees a woman with a cup of coffee. The woman is easily recognized as Sarin Rossi. Afternoon begins to sweat nervously as he as always had this sort of problem. He’s new to ACW so he doesn’t know of Yoko… Afternoon straightens his hair and checks to see if his breath smells fresh. He takes a deep breath and cautiously approaches Sarin. He gently taps her on the shoulder and she spins around, giving a gasp of surprise and dropping her cup.
Sarin: “Oh… oh you almost gave me a heart attack. I…”
Afternoon: “It’s the height, isn’t it?”
A five second pause.
Sarin: “Yes.”
Afternoon: “It always is… Anyways, I’m Afternoon Drinkin, new addition to ACW.”
The big man extends a hand to Sarin and she responds with a handshake.
Sarin: “I’m Sarin Rossi, ½ of the tag team champions.”
Sarin slowly withdraws her hand and Afternoon looks into her eyes with a smile on his face.
Afternoon: “So… uh… I was wondering… uh… after the show… you want to… uh… go out?”
Sarin gets a surprised look on her face as Afternoon begins hoping for a yes. Finally…
Sarin: “Unfortunately, I can’t. See, I’m already in a relationship with someone.”
Before Afternoon can even ask who, Yoko approaches Sarin and gives her a big hug and follows up with a big kiss. Afternoon’s eyes go as wide as dinner plates and he fumbles over his words.
Afternoon: "OH... Oh... you're... you're one of those... Oh... Oh... Right... I'm... I'm just gonna... Gonna go get a drink... Y'know... And stuff... So..."
Afternoon slowly begins to walk off before disappearing from the view altogether. Yoko turns to Sarin.
Yoko: “Sarin… who was that?”
Sarin: “He said his name was Afternoon Drinkin. I’m guessing he’s Ben’s cousin.”
The two shrug their shoulders then exit the picture as the scene fades out.
End segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:23:10 GMT -5
A History of Silence / Back from the Future (Credit: Torak) ”To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice and, while it is true that the suicide braves death, he does it not for some noble object but to escape some ill.” – Aristotle
“Seldom do we run from problems. More often we run into them.”The soft, dew-clothed grass tickles his bare, pink soles; but he does not feel like laughing. His thick, embracing coat hugs him tightly, keeping him warm from the bitingly cold breeze that sweeps past him; but he does not feel warm inside. In fact, nothing could possibly detract from the misery clawing away at his insides.
He doesn’t regret rushing out of the house without any footwear. By the time he would have found and fit his brand new shoes any one of the adults could have prevented him from rushing out. Thankfully, the damp concrete that pathed his journey was smooth and clear of any debris that could pose a threat to his naked feet.
Unfortunately, he is not granted the luck of the elements as he finds himself exposed to the lashing downpour of rain, each drop slicing it’s way to the ground and splattering on whatever surface it lands on: concrete, grass, skin. A mop of hair that resembles a cat that has just been dragged out of a river sits above his cold, pale face. From his nose: a stream of wet snot rolls down toward his quivering lip. His mouth frequently exhales a white mist that drifts into the night-sky, indicating his haste filled steps taken to reach his current destination. Only two rings of color can be found on his pastel painted face; those dark red circles surrounding his bleary eyes, coloured by the mixture of tiredness and tear drops.
The remarks that prompted his exfiltration echo unrelentingly in his mind…
“Oh, he’ll get over it in no time. We’re all upset, he’s just a little more sensitive.”
“He hasn’t said a word since it happened, I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”
“Even that poor little Amy girl couldn’t get a word out of him, she’s very upset after what he did last week.”
He sinks to his knees, defeated by the double-teaming tactics of exhaustion and emotion. Another solitary tear clambers from his eye and becomes a victim to gravity as it crawls down his pallid cheek before plummeting to the ground below, joining it’s damp relatives that soak the green carpet of the earth.
Visible breaths continue to escape from between his trembling lips, carrying the sound of pathetic whimpering broken up by the wet sound of a blocked nose sniffling. Through blurry, tear filled eyes he examines a monument, almost twice the size of his young and feeble figure, that stands firmly before him.
Deathly gray is the outfit that suits the gravestone, it’s color a preferable choice shared by the other monuments that surround it. Carved deeply into the solid stone there are a few inscriptions that bear reminder of the soul it marks in he ground. He reads it, clenching his jaw and tightening his lips in order to prevent himself from bawling loudly as he scans each letter:
“HERE LIES DAVID XXXXXXX BORN 9th FEBRUARY 1954 CRUELLY TAKEN AWAY 12th JULY 1989 HUSBAND TO SOPHIE FATHER OF JACK”
He finally releases an audible sob as reading the epitaph serves as confirmation, not that he needed it. He suffered from that wretched disease for two years before it eventually got what it wanted and murdered an innocent soul. It was throat cancer that killed him. Where were you then Hunter? Even then everyone assured him that it would be okay, that he will be fine and everything will be fine given time. What a bunch of lies that turned out to be. It was cancer, not a fucking headache. Maybe it was the lies that they so eloquently rendered where the fuel of the cancer; maybe lies are the lifeblood of cancer. He no longer wanted to speak because he was afraid of the lies he might inadvertently produce.
Then again, maybe that’s what he wanted. Maybe he should lie…lie until HE got cancer and finally he could join his father away from the others. But he wasn’t sure how long that would take. It could take 2 agonizing years, just like it did for his father; he didn’t want to wait two years, he wanted it now.
That probably explains why he brought IT with him…
He produces from his coat pocket a small but nonetheless sharp and threatening knife. It’s silver quilted blade reflects the ghostly moonlight that peaks from behind the veil of clouds that seem desperate to conceal the spherical satellite that lingers inquiringly in the murky sky above. The knife soon follows the trend adopted by the surroundings, quickly becoming soaked by the rain drops that descend down upon it. He contemplates his likely actions thoughtfully, deeply considering the consequences and implications that may introduce themselves should he follow through with his intentions.
The first on the agenda, of course, being Death. So many people talk down death, claiming it is a bad thing and something you want to avoid; how do they know it’s bad if they are yet to experience it? That’s like criticizing a song you’ve never heard; or spitting out the taste of a food you’ve never tasted; or hating a person you’ve never met. Everyone complains about and condemns life yet they seem so happy to accept it when faced with the alternative. Of course, the problem here is choice; You can choose to live every day, but you can only choose to die once.
He’s made his choice. He lifts the knife up and selects the precise point of entry before closing his eyes, preparing to inflict it upon himself. However, something bites the very edge of his subconscious. He considers his family, his friends and the people around him. He considers their feelings for a brief moment, speculating if they would actually care, really be concerned if he were to leave them in order to join his father? He doubted it. None of them seem to be affected by the loss of his father, not as much as he is anyway.
The knife edges anxiously closer skin, the raindrops that decorate it drip from the blade like drops of sweat. Another distraction in his subconsious makes a last gasp attempt to dissuade the actions of his body. It materializes in his mind in the form of a question: Does this make him a coward?
He acknowledges the firmly believed notion that taking your own life is the most cowardly option to take when in the face of adversity – but as he is slumped there before the gravestone, bearing the grim adversity that is living on without his father, he comes to realize that his belief is quite the contrary.
Most people will cling to their life for all they are worth. They will avoid speaking of such a subject as death, ignoring it in the hope that it will pass them by, forgetting to collect them as it sweeps across the bridge of life that runs over the river of non-existence. Then when it comes to facing the iniveitability that is death – they curl up in a ball of fear, cowering behind pleas of mercy. So with this, actually confronting death, accepting what everyone else is afraid of, particularly when it is of your own accord, then that is the least cowardly act possible.
He is convinced. The knife penetrates the bare skin of his pale, wiry arm, carving into it it’s mark of satisfaction. As the knife retreats from the freshly cut wound it is followed by a squirt of liberated blood. His once white arm is rapidly painted crimson as more and more blood spurts from the wound and onto the grass, forming a deep puddle of red fluid. The geyser of life, and soon to be death, seems intent on emptying the entire contents of the crimson substance.
He suddenly becomes very queasy. He is in no way squeamish, but the rapid loss of blood causes a hazy white screen to take over his normal vision. Even in the freezing cold air of the night he can feel a warm sensation coarsing through his body. He begins to sweat profusely, now he is leaking all kinds of fluids. Eventually, the white screen transforms into a black one and he collapses into the damp, and now blood stained, grass.
He can hear a voice…
“Jack!? Jack!!”
The last thing he remembers is being carried away in his Father’s arms, speaking to him…
“Jack…Jack…Jack…”“Jack!”[/i] Torak looks up at the man standing before him. It is the strange man that he received a phone call from all those weeks ago and then later met in that grubby café over a week ago. That meeting prompted him to be here: back in his sinister dungeon that is tucked away in the deepest corner on the bottom level of the ACW Arena, far away from where anyone may disturb him – far away to ensure nobody accidentally ventures there. He looks down at his right arm and examines the dark pink scar on his wrist; a reminder better than any diary or story could tell. He glances back up at the man – it’s almost like looking into a mirror. As he noted back in the café, and indeed when he sent that picture through to the cell phone, the man looks remarkably similar to him, albeit a few, maybe twenty years older as told by a few wrinkles on his forehead and beneath his eyes. If he is who he says he is then at least he knows he will age well. ”You need to forget about what happened in your past, it is your future what is important. I AM your future!”Torak’s eyes flash at the statement, acknowledgement barters with understandment and logic for right of place in his mind. His claim seems to be so far fetched – but he still finds it difficult to distrust someone who, on the surface, is essentially him. Placing trust in another – be it a person, an object or a higher entity, such as a god, happens everyday; placing trust in yourself, your instincts and decisions, is a given. If you can’t trust yourself – who can you trust? ”I sense doubt in your reaction. I do not blame you for carrying this uncertainty, I mean, I myself also experienced such skepticism in my time but I ask you: Can you honestly say that stranger things have not occurred here in this in this company?”He casts his mind back and sure enough he agrees with the notion that ACW seems to cater for the unbelievable and otherwise implausible. It’s not as if this sort of thing hasn’t been contemplated, discussed, theorised and practiced through the sands of time so maybe it isn’t so difficult to suspend his disbelief at the possibility that he is who he says he is. ”Let me go through it for you again, maybe that might make it clear for you…”[/i] He clears his throat, carefully choosing his words and explanations in the safe silent booth of his mind before translating the thoughts. ”Sometime in 2015 Time Travel will be made possible by a Professor Harser. However, the usage of this time travel for the general public was prohibited by government agencies as they feared it would expose the time space continuum, altering the history of the earth for better, or more feared, for worse. Even an insignificant presence moving through time could cause a vital change in the fabric of time, as you may know as the butterfly effect.
Of course, with such a huge level of interest in this subject, by scientists, enthusiasts or just the mere malevolent who hold intentions of chaos and destruction, all sought after the method of travel invented by Harser. Subsequently, a handsome reward was a prospect for whoever could get their thieving little hands on the plans.
A man, whose name I obviously cannot mention but he is a man you will meet in your near future, does indeed “acquire” these plans and uses the method for his own personal experiments.This is where I, or you, come in. This man, I shall call him “Ronald” – Ronald wanted to experiment whether or not the life and fortunes of one man could be altered by sending that person back in time to meet themselves.
As you can guess, it worked, as meeting my future self (Torak’s future future self) prompted me to glory, success and wealth. Of course, this was not the easiest mission of persuasion ever, as you know,and you (and the others) were all hard to convince and influence our firm belief that we do not need glory, success or wealth to justify our existence – a belief that now I have come to see as ignorant and merely unambitious.
You, and my former self, only refused the opportunities of greatness because, deep down, we truly believed that greatness, for us, was unattainable, something that was not destined for us, something beyond our potential.
But now, as “Ronald” has learnt from his experiments, that any man can be changed…even the strongest minded man, you and I, can have their perceptions and opinions altered if given a glimpse into their future.
That, Torak, is how you and I are the same person.”The elaborate story does little to really clarify the situation, nor does it confirm the man’s identity…but there are so many startling similarities between his own and the man’s personality. The way he speaks…the way he acts…the way he thinks. When he looks at him, he isn’t just looking into a reflection – he is looking into his own soul, seeing himself from a different, third person perspective. The sincerity in his eyes and the calmness of his voice forbid the intentions of a liar. He is convined. Almost. ”But let’s not look too far into the future, what we must concern ourselves with is the very near future – Tonight! Tonight is the night that these men, these so called proud and passionate warriors make names for themselves, money for their family and stories for our history. This is your first opportunity to alter your destiny by becoming what you never strived to be before: A star! A legend! A Champion! Become me…become you!”The rousing speech does it’s job well, stirring a plethora of emotions inside Torak to come rushing to the surface, lifting him from his seat. This is how his mind usually works. This strange man, his future self is playing the part of his own conscious. The words replace the thoughts that exhort him to act on his desires. This entire scene could probably be described as an allegorical re-enactment of his mind. He is listening to himself – as his self is the only one he will listen to. His future self, “Torak II” (or should it be Torak I since he was technically first?) places his emotion charged hands on the muscular shoulders of the Torak that we know. Torak’s breathing is heavy from the almost chemical-like reaction that occurs from so many emotions, some of which have never met, combining together inside him. Torak looks deep into Torak II’s eyes, those familiar, frightening green eyes that peer back at him. ”Do you trust me?”[/i] “If you can’t trust yourself – who can you trust?” Torak returns his answer in the form of a nod. His unfamiliar, maskless face bears a wicked grin. A grin that does not bode well for a certain number of individuals… Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:24:34 GMT -5
Segment: Detours = not good. (Credit: RDK) As we come back, we see RDK now walking on the road. His moustache dripping with sweat. RDK has his thumb out to the cars driving on the road, but still, nobody stops. RDK just isn't having a good day. Another one begins to pass. No signs of stopping. It is a 1991 Crown Victoria.....wait, could it be? It is stopping!Randy: BRUDAH!!!!!!Yes, it is none other than Julien Kanyon himself. He pulls up in front of RDK.Julien: RANDY!!!!!!!! Get in! Get in!RDK gets into the car and Julien reels as he realises how bad his brother smells...Julien: Jesus christ! What happened to you?Randy: Brudah it's BK London, he has a match with me at Omega Effect, and the damn jabroni knows I can whup his ass, and doesn't wanna get fired, cause if he loses he does and so do I if that happens to me. So he sent his little ho fo sho, The Predator, after me! So now I find myself at a dump, after being ambushed brudah! And I need to do three things!
- Fight BK London At Omega Effect
- Have A Shower
- Get Some Poontang Pie
Now can you handle that brudah?Julien, while driving, just sorta shrugs and smiles. He knows where the arena is, and it looks like everything is gonna be okay......::3 Hours Later::. Randy: Brudah! WHY ARE WE GOING THROUGH A SWAMP?Julien: Just...just trust me on this one. Its a short cut I’m sure....Oh but was he ever wrong.....
------CRASH!!!!!!!Randy: JESUS CHRIST BRUDAH! ABANDON SHIP! EVERY MACH FOR HIMSELF! OOOOOH NOOOO!The car has crashed into a swamp and begins to sink. RDK immediately jumps out of the car and onto a huge moss pile which is erected above the swamp, whereas Julien has to break his window open to get out and he merely floats in the swamp...
There goes his car....and that was their transportation....
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:25:46 GMT -5
Segment: The Wheel Decides (Credit: Rose)
The scene opens with Jack Conner standing in front of a large wheel. It’s not too dissimilar from the beloved Wheel of Fortune that has been such a noticeable part of pop culture. There are twelve symbols of the zodiac are placed on every piece of the wheel. Leo, Taurus, Scorpio, Virgo, Aquarius, and the rest can all be seen on the simple looking wheel. It serves as an interesting backdrop to Conner as he addresses his son one last time before their match
Conner: I ain’t a perfect man. I’ve tried my best to live my life the best that I know how…but I’ve made mistakes.
He takes off his hat and fiddles with it in his hands. It’s obvious that he’s not completely sure what to say.
Conner: Hell, I ain’t ever been too good at talkin’ to you. I don’t rightly know how to explain this to you…but I’ll try. I did have an affair while I was married to your mother. I ain’t got an excuse for it. It was a…moment of weakness on my part. I can tell you that it was the single worst mistake that I’ve ever made. Your mother was the kindest, smartest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. She was the light of my life…she was everything to me.
He puts his hat back on and never takes his focus from the camera. He really hopes that his son is watching.
Conner: After I fully realized what I’d done, it made me sick to my stomach. The first thing I did was tell your mother. It’s the only thing I could think of doing at the time. It’s the only thing that felt right. I think she cried for days… With what I did and you leaving happenin’ so close together, it was hard on her. She’d barely eat or sleep. I felt like the most despicable man on the planet. The only thing I could think to do to make anything right was leave home and just let her have the house and everything. I thought she deserved a lot better than me. I’d failed her as a husband and I’d failed myself as a man. Just as I was about to walk out the door…she forgave me.
Jack pauses and tries to think of what to say next. The memories of his wife and his mistakes are noticeably having an affect on him
Conner: I don’t think I deserved her forgiveness. It weren’t right to treat her like I did. After she forgave me…we never spoke about it again. I don’t think either one of us wanted to remember that it happened. I know I didn’t. For as long as she lived, I tried to make it up to her the best I could. I never lied when I said that I always loved your mother. I still love your mother and I’ll love her memory until the day I die. One moment of stupidity on my part doesn’t undo forty something years that we loved one another. All it shows is that I was a stupid old fool…
He sighs as he realizes the futility of his little story
Conner: I know you’ve already made up your mind about me though… So, I might as well just spin this thing and get it over with…
He turns around and pauses a few seconds for dramatic effect. Then, with any further ado, he spins the wheel. It takes a few moments before it slows down, and then finally it stars to slow down… Capricorn…Aquarius…Pisces…Aries…and finally Taurus… It stops right on Taurus. Jack looks at the result and really doesn’t know what to think at first. He has no idea what kind of match it means
Conner: Alright… Does anybody know what this means?
He looks off screen, where the producers quickly explain to him the meaning of the symbol.
Conner: A Texas Bullrope Match, eh? I should’ve known…
He turns back to face the camera, and gives his son some parting words.
Conner: I’ve probably been in over a dozen of these things. Well, I reckon we know what our match is gonna be now…so…I’ll guess I’ll see you in the ring.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:26:54 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #43 (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
November 30th, 2005 Okinawa, Japan Unknown Place
The Idolizer steps in front of the pair.
Idolizer: I hope you like my collection. I’m certain it’s the most complete one in the world.
Sarin: What do you want? For heavens’ sake, what do you want?!
Idolizer: To be with you. Moreso Yoko.
Yoko: Why me?
Idolizer: Why not you? You’re an amazing person. Beautiful, successful, smart. I’ve idolized you for years…
Sarin: I only met Yoko earlier this year, why am I included?
Idolizer: Because you and I are alike. We both love her. I had planned to just kill you, but we can share.
Sarin squirms. This one’s a tad more psychotic than the usual scum, that’s for sure.
Yoko: Makoto.
An awkward silence. The Idolizer pulls back his hood, revealing that Yoko is right. Makoto Kino.
Yoko: It wasn’t hard to figure out.
Makoto: I was hoping it would be. I thought I’d blown it when you saw those bomb designs at school.
Sarin: Listen, Makoto. You have to let us go. We won’t hurt you. You can hang out with us!
Makoto: I’m not stupid enough to believe that. I’m not in the same league as you two. You’re like…You’re like goddesses, and I’m a worshipper.
Sarin is trying to undo her ropes.
Makoto: You can stop that. I made sure they’re tight. You aren’t getting out.
Yoko: What are you going to do to us, Makoto?
Makoto: You can live down here in my basement. I’ll take care of any expenses you may need. After we develop a trust, I plan to untie you.
Yoko: You’d keep us all to yourself? That’s selfish, don’t you think?
Makoto: Yes. But I deserve it. After the years of being shunned by you and your friends, of being ridiculed, of being the weird one, I deserve this! I DESERVE THIS!
His sudden anger quickly subsides.
Makoto: I didn’t mean to explode. I’m sorry.
Sarin: This…This collection is really interesting. Will you untie me? I’d like to look at it. Especially that dress. It looks like one of mine.
Makoto: You can see most of the collection right where you are.
Sarin groans.
Makoto: That dress is from Ebay. It IS yours.
Sarin: How…?
Makoto: I’m not for sure, but I believe the seller was one or both of the Santanas that stalked you. $1,500.00. It came with other articles of clothing as well. Oh wait, I’ll show you some other things!
Yoko and Sarin sit there quietly as he runs behind them. They hear him digging through piles of things, and then he comes back in front of them with a cardboard box. He begins pulling things out of it and setting them on his table.
Makoto: I’ve got your mallet and your fan. I don’t know where you got this fan, Sarin, but it’s quite amazing. And here are the sunglasses and Kato mask and cat ears I pulled off of you after the explosion. No big deal there. But Sarin, I also have the books Librarianna fired at you in that library!
Sarin: That’s um…impressive?
He pulls a tiny slender white cylinder out, with a bit of red at the tip of it.
Makoto: This is one of my most prized possessions.
Sarin: Is that a-
Yoko: Oh God. It’s-
Makoto: Yes. This is the tampon you put into BK’s mouth. $300.00 on Ebay. I treasure it…
Sarin and Yoko trade disgusting looks as he goes back into the box.
Makoto: And this…You’ll like this.
He pulls out…A familiar gray pile of fluff.
Yoko: Mr. Floppy?!
Makoto: Yes!
Mr. Floppy: Yoko! He kidnapped me!
Makoto: I knew you’d talk if Yoko showed up.
Mr. Floppy: Let me go, you fucking freak.
Makoto holds him up to his face and slaps him.
Makoto: Shut up!
Mr. Floppy begins to argue with him. While Makoto is distracted, Sarin whispers to Yoko.
Sarin: I can’t get my ropes loose, Yoko. What about you?
Yoko: I think I almost have mine, actually…
Mr. Floppy: Only a freak wears a dress!
Makoto angrily punts Mr. Floppy, sending him to Yoko’s lap. He looks up at Yoko.
Mr. Floppy: …I missed you.
He hugs her waist.
Makoto: I guess it’s time for us to celebrate our first night together, now.
Sarin and Yoko watch Makoto as he undoes the belt of his robe. He lets it fall to the ground. Underneath, he’s wearing a copy of Yoko’s school girl outfit.
Sarin: I…don’t like where this is going.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 24, 2006 14:27:34 GMT -5
Segment: Both the End and the Beginning: A Word Of Warning That Has The Whole Town In A Panic (Credit: Scott Andrews)
The scene fades in to show Scott Andrews and Tim Dwight fiddling with the ACW camera.
Scott: You got it?
Dwight: Yeah. Ok, it seems ready. Ok, go, I pushed the red button.
Scott clears his throat.
Scott: Good evening ladies and jackasses! Tonight I am involved in the triple threat match for the Lightweight Title. Now I know all of you saw what transpired last week between Santiago, Jessie, and myself. And let it be known that no matter how many days pass, I will NEVER forgive Santiago for what he did to Jessie! Not only did he put her in physical danger, but he tried to traumatise her with sick mind games, and to me, this is both cowardly and in-humane. Why can’t you confront me man-to-man, Santiago? Why is it you resort to using my girlfriend to get to me? Seems you’re not that ‘tough’ after all.
Scott bends his neck from side to side to stretch it, whilst clicking his fingers.
Scott: But me? No, I’m not ‘cheap’ like you proposed, Santiago. Do you see me running around in t-shirts that were made in sweat shops, or driving around in Japanese imports? No. But I’ll tell you what I am, Santiago; I’m driven, determined, ruthless, and about to kick your ass and take that title off your shoulders! Because everybody’s seen it, everybody knows how aggressive I can be out there, and you get to witness it first hand; lucky you. I mean, to be honest you could have gone into this match with a settled, yet slightly annoyed Scott Andrews, but you chose to make it personal. At this point in time I don’t even care that Jake Cheng is involved in this match. To me, it’s between the two of us. And the two of us WILL finish this tonight! Because there’s about to be an assassination, and I’m proud to say that, Santiago, it’s YOU!
Scott walks off out of frame.
Eddie Edison: I guess Scott’s going to the ring for the match, Maxwell. This is going to be an all out war!
Fade Out.
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