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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 16:46:59 GMT -5
Although Adrian has blood dripping down his face, this doesn’t stop him or slow him down from what he wants to do. Adrian goes back over to the jumbo ladder and picks it up and carries it over to the ice coffin. He puts it in between the ring and the coffin making the steps facing east/west, and then starts climbing the side that is facing Nick with a chair in hand to make sure that he doesn’t suddenly get up from his sleep and do something to Adrian.
Once he reaches the top of the ladder he looks down at the still motionless body of Nick. He starts to psych himself up and puts his arms up with chair in hand.
McNally: What’s he doing? Is he going for a 450 splash?
Edison: I don’t think so Max. I think it’s the… Adrian jumps.
FLAAAAMMMIINNNNGGGGOOOO SPECIAL!!!!
The two plummet through the lid of the coffin, sending up a giant surge of frigid water in the process. After this resounding crash, a chilling silence permeates through the arena.
Edison: They both went through! But who won the match?
Suddenly a hand shoots up from the gelid water. It grabs hold of the edge of the tank and slowly begins to pull a body out from below.
McNally: We do indeed have a survivor, but who’s it gonna be?
Eventually, there emerges a face, that of none other than Adrian Flamingo!
DING, DING, DING!
Phillip: Here is your winner...“ASTONISHING”...ADRIAN...FLAMINGO!
After Flamingo finally manages to get the upper half of his body out, he tumbles out of the tank and flops onto the outside mats.
Edison: But wait! Flamingo is still in the tank!
Despite the languor that weighs down his limbs, Flamingo still pulls himself to his feet and reaches underneath the ring to pull out a sledgehammer.
Edison: What does he possibly have in mind for this DAAAAAANGEROOOOUS weapon?
Flamingo takes a wide swing that strikes the glass side of the tank with tremendous ferocity. Hairline cracks creep across the glass, but it doesn’t quite give. Flamingo takes yet another swing. The cracks deepen. Finally, Flamingo musters up his last reserves of adrenaline to take one concluding swing. This time, the glass brilliantly shatters into a rain of glittering shards, and the deluge of icy water flows out, along with an iced down Nick Durden. The sledgehammer slips out of Flamingo’s grasp as he collapses to one knee.
McNally: I don’t believe it! Adrian Flamingo has just saved Nick Durden!
Nick spits up a few mouthfuls of water before laboring his way back up to his feet. Flamingo too eventually pulls himself back up to his vertical base. The two men just stand there, glowering intensely at each other, until Adrian Flamingo uncharacteristically offers his hand for a handshake. Nick moves in to take it, but Flamingo quickly pulls it away!
McNally: What despicable disrespect from Flamingo!
Edison: At least he’s living up to his namesake. That truly left us astonished.
A torrent of boos begin to rain down on top of Flamingo, but he hardly cares as he struts his way to the back, leaving a bemusedly grinning Nick in his wake as the show goes to a commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 16:48:20 GMT -5
Segment: Finale Analysis
Saturday, 1pm
The scene fades in quickly to the familiar setting of Chairman Gingerdude’s office. Ginger is seated in his large leather chair; opposite him sits Alicia. She looks as if she’s just had to take in a lot of information in a short time; Ginger has evidently been informing her of the events that morning.
Alicia:……..I truthfully don’t know what to say to that.
Ginger sighs, and shrugs slightly.
Ginger: There isn’t much to say, really. Rayne’s agenda is clear, and you also know my position.
Alicia nods.
Alicia: So, a match tonight… that doesn’t give me much preparation time.
Ginger: No, but you’ve had the same amount of notice as Rayne has. I appreciate that you’ve been wronged in certain ways, but that doesn’t mean I intend you to have any kind of inbuilt advantage.
Alicia smiles with a small shrug of her own. She and Ginger have had her ups and downs, and she understands that this is an important contest for her. She feels as if she ought to be annoyed, even angry… but instead she feels almost excited. She isn’t afraid to admit that what she’s seen of Rayne in the ring has been hugely impressive… and she knows that her performance tonight will lay bare whether or not she is in fact starting to lose her edge, or whether she can still put on a top class show when it really matters.
Alicia: Well, I’ll do my very best, Ginger.
She smiles at him, and Ginger gives her a genuine smile back. He doesn’t have to explain his motivations to her, and that means quite a bit to the old warhorse.
Alicia stands up and walks toward the door; she has some preparation to do in the time remaining before the match. The sounds of the backstage flood in; lots of genial chatter, several bangs and thumps, a few sound effects from Wii Central as Wyldcard get some “training” of their own done. Outside in the corridor, crewmembers walk back and forth, carrying the equipment needed for the show; parts of the ring apron, a big stack of boas for Flamingo, ladders, and what looks like enough pizza to feed an army but is probably just for the Senatorial Office.
Alicia and Ginger watch the world go by for several seconds, until Alicia sighs softly.
Alicia: ……….I understand why Rayne wants to be a part of this so badly, you know.
Ginger says nothing, but simply listens.
Alicia: I love this place. Every bit of it, the good, the bad, the bizarre… every part and every person here.
Ginger smiles.
Ginger: Yes…. So do I.
Alicia doesn’t turn around, but simply walks out. She closes the door behind her, but no sooner has it closed than an assistant hurries in. The scene is already on the fade, but before it disappears completely, the words “storage” and “theft” are heard in the assistant’s urgent speech…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 16:49:55 GMT -5
Segment – Vain Pursuits (Credit: VorteX)
The scene fades in to reveal the innards of what appears to be an abandoned building. Trash litters the stained floor, the wooden ceiling is warped, and holes of varying sizes can be found littered along the various drywall covered walls. Some of the buildings windows have been cracked, or are gone completely and let the wind howl throughout the building giving the structure a characteristic of loneliness. Vortex sits in the middle of what appears to be a rather large living area, dressed in a flowing navy blue cloak, and wearing a hood. Surrounding him are various candles, forming a ring of fire. Vortex sits with his legs crossed, and arms outstretched, seemingly concentrating. Vortex slowly looks up at the camera, most of his face hidden, blue eyes glowing like the chill of night.
Vortex: Welcome to my residence. Some of you may have been wondering about the mystery that is my life, and tonight I shall reveal a little about it to you. I have lived in this building for quite some time, stemming back to when I started my wrestling career years ago. I have since accumulated enough wealth to leave, however I stay…it allows me the solace and concentration I need. Not many come around here often, usually some adventurous children, or homeless persons that seek shelter for the evening. More often than not, all of my pre-match training is done inside of this building or on the roof above. Tonight, I have been pondering about recent events that have happened in the organization that is ACW.
Boards creak and pieces of plaster or loose woodchips fall around Vortex periodically, however he seems not to notice any of these minor nuisances. Vortex shifts his weight to a kneeling position, and places his hands on his knees, now directly staring into the camera piercing it with his eyes like the shrill call of a raven in the night.
Vortex: It seems that there is a sheer lust for power in ACW. For instance, the ‘ultra heel’ known as Thunderkiss apparently will go to any means necessary to avoid a direct confrontation, even as far as blackmail, to gain power. Inevitably as Thunderkiss is finding out, power can not be achieved through avoidance or deceit, yet only through direct confrontation. Such confrontations however, have a nasty habit of driving people insane if coupled with the desire for power, don’t they Rattlesnake? And even such ones as Chance are bound by the power of another, unable to escape free, trapped like a fly against a windowpane. Even new ones in ACW instantly jump to a need to gain power, such as the one called Jay Zero.
Vortex begins to raise slowly, the flames around him flicker as leaves thrown around during an autumn storm, fading, blazing, folding, and curling. Vortex achieves a vertical base and folds his hands inside the robe, still looking at the camera.
Vortex: What do all of these examples share in common, other than power? Inevitable failure. To succeed, one must have a clear mind, things such as lust, greed, and power can only cloud the mind like a poisonous mist…slowly eating away and killing any chance of success. To all of the above and any I have failed to mention that lust for power, turn back from your ways. Although my words alone to the narrow minded will be as smoke dissipating through the air, the only way to truly change is to realize the threat and overcome it. I for one have overcome this threat; power is not an object to me, not something that can be achieved. Power is within me. The power inside of me can only increase through mental and physical meditation, concentration, learning, and warfare. Therefore, to all those that stand in my way, know this…I cannot truly be defeated. Any loss in the records is only a win for me; I refuse to cloud my mind with vain pursuits and moral interests.
Vortex stretches out his arms and spins swiftly in a circle, causing the flames to dissipate and the room to become devoid of light. Only the howl of the wind remains.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 16:50:39 GMT -5
Segment: "Enough is Enough" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
It seems that at this point, everyone knows about Rattlesnake's little secret. Whenever people see him on the street coming towards them, they dart out of the way. Some poor schmuck found himself becoming a hood ornament because he was careless. He should have looked before he leaped. The same can be said for most people though.
All of this is crushing to Rattlesnake's morale. In fact, he's gone from the Number One Contender to the World Championship to just someone lost in the wilderness. He's practically lost his way and he doesn't know where to go.
After what took place on Warfare, Rattlesnake stares at a mirror in his locker room. The whole situation with Cobra really has him losing everything he's worked hard for.
Rattlesnake: I can't take this much more. I'm getting tired of this. I just wish it would end.
Cobra: I knew you were always weak. Face facts...you need me.
Rattlesnake: No! I don't need you. I was able to surpress you before and I will do it again.
Cobra: Sure you did. And you did a good job of keeping it that way too. Oh wait...you couldn't, could you?
Rattlesnake: I can do it whenever I want.
Cobra: Tough talk for someone that can't put their money where their mouth is. You're miserable...pathetic. You're the biggest failure I've seen hands down.
Rattlesnake: That's not true!
Cobra: I wouldn't be surprised if you were an accident. A fuckup like you would be.
Rattlesnake punches his own face as a reaction.
Cobra: Son of a bitch! You didn't have to do that!
Rattlesnake: I'm tired of all your bullshit! You say that I'm weak...pathetic. You always look down on me like I'm nothing without you. You take pride in the fact that you seem to think you're better than anyone else.
Cobra: I AM better than anyone else. I'm better than you.
Rattlesnake: That is such bullsh-
Cobra manages to punch Rattlesnake square in the jaw.
Cobra: Oh really? Looks like it wasn't.
By now Rattlesnake's had enough of this entire ordeal. He wanted to end it, but didn't know the best way. He just wanted to be in full control again.
Before he could try and regain control, Cobra has decided to put his hand behind Rattlesnake's head and shove it directly into the mirror. As it cracked and fell to the ground, Rattlesnake pulled his head back and blood started to trickle down his face.
This situation with Cobra has left Rattlesnake bloodied on more than one occasion. This was nothing new. However, it felt differently. It felt a little weaker than in previous times.
Rattlesnake: Very clever. Got anything unique? You seem to do the same thing each time. It's really quite boring.
Cobra: Want something new, eh? I think I can arrange that.
Cobra controls Rattlesnake arm and grabs the Snakequalizer. Rattlesnake watches this...unable to stop it due to Cobra controlling the other arm.
Rattlesnake: Whatever happened to something new? This doesn't look unique to me.
Just then the Snakequalizer goes behind Rattlesnake and somehow hits directly behind his knees and manages to drop him to the floor.
Cobra: How's that for something new?
Rattlesnake: Mediorce!
Cobra: Do you really want to push me? It's not the wisest of ideas.
Rattlesnake: Push you? PUSH YOU? I want to get RID of you!
Cobra: And what would you do to make that happen?
Rattlesnake: Whatever it takes.
Cobra: Oh really? This should be fun. I've been waiting for something like this.
Just then Rattlesnake felt Cobra's presence leave. Even though it was just for the time being, he knew that Cobra would be back. At that time, Rattlesnake would be ready.
The fight between the personalities is about to begin. It could go on for any period of time. Which personality will prevail? The struggle between Rattlesnake and Cobra is about to begin.
Rattlesnake: Asshole. Enough is enough. It's about time I ended this for good.
Just what could Rattlesnake do to rid himself of Cobra? He didn't know, but he would find the answer.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 16:53:04 GMT -5
Match 3: ACW Entertainment Title - Ladder Match Jason Freeman vs. Thunderkiss (Credit: Dan White / Freeman and TK for opening) ] The fans are hotly anticipating the following ladder match for the coveted Entertainment championship, as Philip enters the ring.Philip: The following match is for the Entertainment championship, and is a ladder match! Coming first to the ring, weighing at 275 pounds…He is the Ultimate Male, THUNDERRRRRRRRRRRRRKISSSSSSSS! *The fans begin to jeer loudly as “Paradise City” hits, and Thunderkiss begins his entrance.* Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home*The lights dim and silhouettes from two stripers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway.* Just an urchin livin' under the street, hard case that's tough to beat I'm your charity case, so buy me somethin' to eat, I'll pay you at another time Take it to the end of the line*He stands atop of the rampway looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the rampway creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring.* Ragz to richez or so they say, ya gotta-keep pushin' for the fortune and fame It's all a gamble when it's just a game, ya treat it like a capital crime Everybody's doing their time*Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ringsteps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house." Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home*The lights fade back in, and Thunderkiss is ready for this huge match as he eyes the Entertainment title hanging above the ring.* Philip: And his opponent, representing the Senatorial Stable, from Long Island New York, weighing at 230 pounds…he is the ACW Entertainment champion, Jason Freeman! The are more jeers from the crowd, not as many though as we saw for the entrance of Thunderkiss as Freeman walks out with “Ugly” by the Exies playing out. He smirks as he makes his way down the ramp, the lights flickering on and off as he enters the ring. [The crowd is riled up – they want blood. Outside the ring stands a device used by many to assist them in normal tasks in their everyday lives. But tonight, this instrument will have a much devious purpose indeed. This 15 foot tall ladder will be an instrument of destruction, and a pathway to glory for one man. Standing in the ring are two men who will seek its’ assistance tonight – Jason Freeman & Thunderkiss. Their feud has spanned an entire month and the hate has been building for weeks. If their hate was fuel for a steam boiler, the gauges would all be in the red at this very moment, and within a matter of minutes – would explode…] Thunderkiss: Nowhere to run Freeman…. No where to hide. No amount of steroids will help you here tonight! Freeman: I know you framed me. You know you framed me. And everybody knows it. So you can keep up your little act all you want, but in the end it won't matter. And you...accusing...ME...of being on steroids. Pretty hyprocritical if you ask me. Thunderkiss: You just keep flapping your lips little man. Tonight you’re not facing Chef Boyardee, you’re not facing Spade. No… you’re facing the biggest challenge of your career. And while you think you’re so smart Freeman, I love to tell you that you just made a huge mistake. Freeman: Hmm, is that so? And what exactly is this mistake... Thunderkiss: A little bitch like you just may be quicker, but that ladder over there, its my hammer. You my little ‘roided up friend are a nail. Tonight, I’m drilling you into that canvas – breaking every bone in your body brother! Freeman: Try it all you want. You've put me through some hell this past week and a half or so. But now, I have finally got my chance for revenge. And it's nice that I have a ladder to get some of that revenge with. You're going to realize what happens when you take something too far, TK. Thunderkiss: LITTLE MAN, TIME FOR TALKING IS OVER! [Thunderkiss raises his palm to Freeman and uses his index finger on his other hand to point at it. He spouts a grin of confidence as he proclaims to Freeman …] Thunderkiss: THIS….. THIS IS WHERE THE POWER LIES JASON FREEMAN!Freeman: Get ready to see exactly why I am the Entertainment Champion! [And with those final words, the time for talking is over. It is time to put up or shut up. One man will rise to victory – the other man will fall further down the ladder.] Bell rings Freeman and TK watch each other’s movements closely, before engaging in a powerful lock-up. Being vastly stronger than his counterpart, TK forces Freeman at the ropes, attempting a quick punch that the Entertainment champion ducks. TK turns around, and Freeman plants him with a quick dropkick. TK falls to one knee, but before Freeman can capitalize, he’s back on his feet, and sends a rushing Freeman to the ground with a ring-shaking side slam. TK climbs to his feet, smirking and showing off his body much to the chagrin of the crowd. He then turns around, lifting Freeman to his feet and forcing him into the corner. TK then begins to punch the skull of Freeman, unleashing some powerful smashes into the cranium. But Freeman manages to use all his upper body strength to push TK away, and then takes him down with an unexpected but crowd pleasing Facebuster. There’s a brief cheer for the crowd, who have obviously come to favour Freeman more than TK, but still have their doubts as Freeman scowls at them. He waits for TK to climb to his feet, before doubling him over with a thrusting knee to the stomach. Freeman then attempts a double underhook backbreaker, but TK lifts Freeman over his head, and sends him crashing to the mat. Freeman’s clearly upset at the move being broken up, and uses a powerful run of energy to leap back to his feet, and clock TK in the face with a couple of elbows. TK retreats to the corner, but Freeman continues the assault with another few elbows. Freeman then takes a couple of steps back, quickly rushing towards TK and leaping up, clocking the big man in the face with a knee. TK looks out of it, as he stumbles into a resting position in the turnbuckle. Freeman takes a few more steps back, quickly turning and running back at TK. He flies towards TK, but TK moves his right arm up, flinging Freeman effortlessly over the turnbuckle. Freeman’s shocked at TK’s quick-thinking, but managing to still cling on to the top buckle, and pulling himself onto the apron. TK turns around to see a fist fly in his face, but he only responds in the way he knows best – and Freeman gets a taste of his own medicine. Freeman nearly falls off the apron but holds on, headbutting TK in the midsection. As TK is doubled over, Freeman then leaps, springboarding off the ropes and landing both feet on TK’s back, sending him crashing down onto the ropes.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 16:54:33 GMT -5
Freeman then bounces off the ropes behind TK, and runs forward, leaping onto his back and double stomping him again. TK’s head reflects off the ropes before he slumps to the ground, as Freeman looks to take the upper hand in this match. He lifts TK up again and attempts an Irish Whip, which fails as TK is vastly stronger. But TK tries a double axe handle smash, which fails as Freeman cunningly dodges to his left, and attempts a dropkick. But TK steps backwards, avoiding the kick and waits for Freeman to get back to his feet before unleashing a clothesline that nearly knocks Freeman out of his skin. As Freeman falls to the ground, TK looks up at the prize on the line, and then leaves the ring. There’s a jeer from the crowd as he lifts up a ladder about 10 feet in size, and pushes it into the ring. He re-enters, but Freeman kicks him in the leg, sending him to one knee. Freeman then hits an arm drag, before grabbing the ladder and setting it up underneath the title belt. He slowly begins to climb the ladder, but the arm drag proved to not be strong enough as TK is quick to his feet, and a quick jab to the kidneys sends Freeman to a short tumble to the floor.
Freeman tries to quickly get up, as TK now attempts to climb the ladder. But Freeman is already up, and climbing the other side. And with him being lighter and more agile, he is a lot quicker at scaling the ladder than TK. They both meet at the top of the ladder, exchanging blows as they both try to make a grab for the title. TK gets a bit messy and loses is footing on the rung, slipping a little, and giving Freeman the chance to capitalize. But Freeman can’t get away as TK holds his leg, unallowing him to get any further up the ladder. TK then grabs all of Freeman, and sends him crashing to the ground with a modified powerbomb move. The move shakes the ring and takes a lot out of both competitors, who are sweating profusely as the match wears on. TK is first to his feet, and he sets the ladder back up, which had fallen after the move by him on Freeman. But to his surprise, Freeman makes another desperate attempt to get something out of the match, leaping forward and giving TK a low blow, which angers the fans a bit for unsportsmanship. But Freeman chooses not to care, as he sets the ladder so it’s straight along the floor.
He lifts up TK, and rests him on the ladder. Freeman then proceeds to climb the turnbuckle, but is taking his time due to the amount of pain he’s suffered in the match. This means that TK has time to make a last-minute attempt to save himself, and he throws himself at the ropes, knocking Freeman off his perch and cracking the family jewels in two. TK punches Freeman a couple of times in the face, before attempting to lift him up off the turnbuckle. But Freeman fights back, and a few fists go flying into TK’s face. This puts TK off his guard, and Freeman manages to climb back to the top of the turnbuckle, and fly off. Unfortunately for him, however, TK manages to grab him and lift him into the Heaven’s Door (Military Press Slam). Freeman attempts to struggle but to no avail, as the move is planted straight onto the ladder. The move clearly causes a substantial amount of pain to Freeman, but also to TK, who is suffering effects from the match as a whole. TK rests in the turnbuckle, but the light shining on the Entertainment title catches his eye, and he lifts Freeman off the ladder in an attempt to win the belt.
He tries to set up the ladder, but Freeman, even in his near-paralytic state, knows not to give up without a fight, and keeps hold of the ladder for as long as possible. TK stomps him a couple of times, and Freeman releases the ladder, before slipping out of the ring. This gives TK just what he needs, and he slowly but surely sets the ladder up, and begins to climb it step by step. But he doesn’t anticipate Freeman on the outside of the ring, who grabs a chair and slides back in. He goes up behind TK, and unleashes an incredible shot to the back of the “Ultimate Male”. TK falls backwards off the ladder and to the mats, and Freeman now has his chance to make an impact. He sets the ladder directly underneath the belt, and begins to climb. Another successful defense looks on the cards, but in yet another twist, TK manages to pull himself back to his feet! There’s a clear indication that this belt holds a lot for both men, as TK plants Freeman with a huge low blow, much to the boos of the crowd. TK then goes to the other side of the ladder, and slowly but surely makes the climb.
He’s taking his time, an this allows Freeman to recover to an extent. His balls clearly hurt, but the pride of reclaiming his title is too much for him to simply let go, and he too makes the climb to the top. Once again they both meet, and exchange blows. TK goes first, Freeman follows. TK takes another shot, Freeman takes another. TK then attempts another, but Freeman ducks it and follows up with an attack of his own. TK falls victim to a barrage of punches and elbows, and only just manages to keep himself from falling off the ladder, knowing that should he fall, so would his chances of winning the match. After such an outburst of energy, Freeman takes a second to rest. This is the chance that TK has been waiting for, and out of completely nowhere, he strikes a Polish Hammer into the head of Freeman! The move takes Freeman by surprise, and the force and power behind it is easily enough to send him crashing off the ladder! TK then manages to pull himself together, climb and grab the belt to win the title!
Philip: Here is your winner…….AND THE NEW, ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION….THUNDERKISSSSSSSSSSS!
There is a silence as “Paradise City” hits again, and TK slowly climbs down the ladder. He holds his newly-won belt high, which generates a mass amount of boos from the crowd. He looks extremely pleased with his newly-won title, exiting the ring and walking down the ramp with it shining brightly on his shoulder. But Freeman however is completely full of rage. He gets up, shoving the referee to the floor before throwing the ladder out of the ring. He’s understandably upset, but for now it’s Thunderkiss’s hour, the new Entertainment Champion of the World.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 16:55:28 GMT -5
Segment: An Old Man’s Aid (Credit: Jay Basin) A black Lincoln limousine pulls into the ACW parking lot. Despite the brand, style, and cost of the car, it doesn’t attract much attention backstage besides the cameraman and Kevin “The Scoop” Anderson. The place is quiet as the limo has parked. The chaufer opens his door and takes his long walk to open the door from the back. The cameraman goes closer to the limo as the door opens. The chaufer opens the door and the first person to step out of the door is Chet Walton. He reaches in his pocket and gives the chaufer a fifty dollar bill for tip. Walton steps aside and Jay Basin steps out of the limo. He adjusts his jacket and smiles.“Chet, why don’t we make our way to the locker room?”Chet looks back at the limo and then at Jay.
“What about your luggage?”Jay looks at Chet and smiles.
“You’re carrying it.”
Jay walks off and ditches Chet, not caring for the moment. Jay bumps into Kevin Anderson. Jay glances at him, and smiles. Basin tries to leave, but Anderson conducts his interview as scheduled.[/i] “Jay Basin, first off, welcome to ACW.”“Thank you.”“Mr. Basin, you’ve been a former World Champion. You’ve apparently done things that others haven’t. But that’s not rare. That’s not one of a kind as you say it is. It’s just common. How”“Excuse me? It’s common to win a World Championship? Once? Twice? Three times? That’s common? Maybe you would like to strap some boots on, get some elbow and knee pads on, and other wrestling gear, and face me sometime. You know? Face a former World Champion?”Anderson takes a step backwards.“Come on. How about it? No? I guess it’s too much for you. I guess you can dish out the words, but not the punches. I can do both. That’s why tonight, I’m going out to the ring and tell people how business works here.”Basin walks away and bumps his shoulder hard into Anderson’s shoulder. Anderson holds onto his shoulder and watches him walk off. Basin continues walking for a minute, and the cameraman is behind him. A shadow is seen in front of Basin, but he doesn’t stop walking.“Hey newbie.”Basin lifts his head up and takes off his aviators. He turns around and grabs the cameraman. The cameraman drops the camera, but the camera doesn’t go static. Basin can’t be seen and neither can the cameraman, but a pair of shoes can.“What did you call me punk?!? I’ve worked my ass off across the nation when you were probably getting your lunch money stolen!”“It wasn’t him that called you a newbie, it was me.”Though you can’t see, Basin turns around and looks where the shoes are.“Okay, old man, why don’t you come here then and say it again?”The cameraman gets back up and grabs the camera. The old man walks to Basin and gets into his face.“Hey newbie, need some help around here?”Basin laughs and then scowls at the old man.“I’m a three time World Champion. A three time American Champion. A”The old man shakes his head and smiles. He seems to know more than Basin.“You’re also a guy who hasn’t wrestled in three years. Not only are you out of the loop, but there’s more people here than just you who have been World Champion. There could possibly be a four time World Champion. He would be better than you. Did I mention it’s been three years for you?”Basin is pissed at this old man.“Did I mention that you are old and senile? No. It’s just something everybody should know when they look at you.”The old man is confused.
“So? What’s that supposed to mean? We’re talking about how you need help, and I can give it to you.”Basin laughs and shakes his head.
“What would make you think that I need help? I’m a three time World Champion.”The old man remembers something and smiles with confidence.
“Didn’t you say before in ICW that it doesn’t matter what other titles you’ve held? Yeah, you did. You said it doesn’t mean a thing, because it’s a new place, and there are new people of different talent. So therefore you can’t use your bullshit ‘I’m a three time World Champion excuse.’”Basin remembers regretfully and gets a bitter look on his face.
“Fine, I did say that, but I’m still”The old man interrupts him.
“No you’re not better than any of them. All of those titles as you’ve said mean shit. You’ve been out for three years. Face it kid, you’re new to this again, and you’re in need of a manager.”Basin prepares to punch this man out, but he steps forward, and Basin is perplexed.“Oh, so you want to fight me now? Let me ask you this… Do you feel lucky?”Basin puts down his fist and the man backs off.“I would have knocked you out with the blackjack in my pocket. Now listen, what do you have to lose?”Basin pauses and thinks.
“Well, nothing.”“Then give me a shot goddamnit!”“…Fine.”
Basin shakes the man’s hand.
“What’s your name?”“My name is Clint Daniels.”“Alright Clint, I’ve got to address the crowd later tonight, so I want you to come out with me. Understand?”“Yeah.”“Good. Let’s move. Come on Chet, move your ass!”Clint and Jay move onto the locker room, as Chet is dragging the luggage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 16:56:25 GMT -5
Segment: The Surprise (Credit: Jake Cheng and BK London)
Genocide. Definition - the deliberate and systematic destruction of a racial, political, or cultural group. Tonight there will be none of that though. Today something much different will occur...
BK London walks down a backstage corridor, specifically the one that leads him to the Top Draw locker room. He arrives at the room and can hear a strange noise coming from inside. Oh, it’s just Jake singing. BK rolls his eyes at the bad rendition “Beautiful” by James Blunt and continues into the room. But he is stopped. The door is locked. Why would Jake lock the door on him. BK finds his keys, unlocks the door and walks into the room.
BK immediately drops his bags. Jake turns around at him and falls off the chair on which he stands. BK’s mouth is agape at the banner that Jake almost took down as he fell. It reads ‘Baby Shower!’.
Jake: BK, what are you doing? I locked the door for a reason, so you just barge in. Shesh, way to ruin the surprise.
BK: ....sorry?
Jake: Oh well, I’m pretty much done anyway. People are going to start coming soon.
BK: People.....Jake, this is a wrestling business. In other words, IT’S MOSTLY GUYS!
Jake: So? Guys will come. Kiley thought it would be a good idea
BK: This was Kiley’s idea!
Jake: Yeah. She said that she didn’t get a good one back home because you....
BK: Wait...Kiley talked to you about that?
Jake: Well, yeah. She can’t complain to you about it, you’re not deep enough.
Before BK could retaliate, a couple of the ACW wrestlers entered the room and placed presents on the table and just started to hang out. BK looked shocked again.
BK:...guys don’t come to baby showers unless THEY ARE GAY!
All the wrestlers turned to look at BK. But they weren’t looking at him; they were looking past him. BK turned around to see Chairman Gingerdude. BK facepalms himself and moves to the nearest chair and buries his head in his hands as he sits down.
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 16:57:08 GMT -5
Segment: Painful battles... and even painful memories (Credit: XS3) ------------------------------------- Saturday, March 24, 2007 Maple Creek, Saskatchewan XS3's Residence 12:19 PM ------------------------------------- Hooray for no match at Genocide.
That was the only response from Matt, who was at home licking his wounds in order to prepare for another month within the annals of ACW. At the time, Parker, Christine, Samantha and Kira were doing some grocery shopping for their dinner tonight. The time was now equivilant for self-reflection and reorganization of his thoughts.
Matt sat down at the table with a warm cup of hot chocolate and looked around at the surroundings of his home. He was finally in a relaxed state of mind after putting up challenges for quite a few people in ACW. Jack Jefferson, Brimstone, Thunderkiss and even that loser, Gary. Although all of those matches did not result in a win, Matt felt like he had left an impression on all four of them even if they didn't want to admit it. Now that his record continued to grow, he was ready to go back to ACW in April and get ready to tear up the competition even more.
Suddenly, Matt looked into his hot chocolate. He saw his reflection... and hated what he saw. There was a bandage on his forehead that covered up blood from the match with Thunderkiss. The blood reminded him of a scar that would never go away. He slowly turned to an area of the floor... The same area that he wanted to forget.------------------------------------- Flashback Friday, July 15, 2005 ------------------------------------- Voice: "No... NO!!"
Matt's eyes swiftly opened as he sat up from his bed. He looked beside him and found that his wife, Kirsten, was absent. Just then, the sound of a shriek was heard and all fell silent afterwards.
Matt: "What the-? That was Kirsten! Oh no..."
The smasher then threw the bedsheet off of him and quickly rushed out of the room. A scared reaction was set on his already tired face. The instant he entered to the kitchen, he let out a gasp of horror upon seeing the sight. Kirsten was found laying on the ground, holding her heart. XS3 quickly rushed to his wife's side.
Matt: "Kirsten! No! What happened?"
Kirsten took quick breaths of agony as she released her hand from her chest. Blood was revealed. Matt then looked over to see a knife with blood covering the tip. His eyes went wide with fear and he held his wife closer to her.
Matt: "NO!! Who the hell did this?! If it was Ben..."
Kirsten coughed as she spoke her dying words.
Kirsten: "M-Mark... I-I-It... wasn't Ben... I d-don't have much energy left t-to say this... b-but..."
Matt: "Yes?"
Kirsten: "T-the time we sp-spent together w-was the b-best times of my life... I-I hope you never f-forget me..."
Matt looked down at his wife as tears began to form in his eyes. Kirsten then took one last breath and one exhale later, her eyes slowly closed and her body fell limp. The smasher simply stared at his fallen wife as he held her closer to him, tears pouring down from his face. He could almost feel Kirsten's soul rising from her body...------------------------------------- Present Day ------------------------------------- The opening and closing of a door cut off Matt's memories and brought him back to reality.Christine: "Matt, we're home!" Matt had to change his expression. He didn't want his family to see him somber and depressed. Matt turned from the area of the floor that haunted him and stood up from his chair. He walked out of the kitchen area and turned a corner, coming face to face with his wife. He smiled at her and picked her up with his arms, embracing her. Samantha and Kira watched on as Parker chuckled.Christine: "Whoa, what's with the extra affection today?" Matt: "Because I'm sure not looking forward to leaving you guys behind again."Christine smiled and stared deeply into Matt's eyes. Now she remembered why she fell in love with him. His passion to fulfill his destiny would never cloud the thoughts of his loving family. She was proud of his sacrifice over the past few months and the motives behind it. Christine didn't care if Matt left for a while because she knew that he had a job to do and if it meant an absence, so be it.
Samantha, Kira and Parker all shared Christine's sentiments. Samantha and Kira wanted their father to do well in ACW and Parker only wished for the safety and well-being of his brother.Parker: "You two lovebirds done yet?" Matt turned to Parker and smiled before setting Christine back down on her feet.Matt: "I guess we are."Samantha: "Let's go get ready for the PPV. I've been waiting for this all week." Kira: "Yeah, the night when Senator takes what belongs to him!" The two girls then took the grocery bags and ran to the kitchen with them, discussing the PPV and the matches on the card. Parker patted Matt on the back before walking off to the kitchen area. Matt and Christine then turned towards each other and kissed each other on the lips before holding hands and heading to the kitchen with their family.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:05:34 GMT -5
Match 4: Rayne Iwashita vs. Alicia Laureano
The next match isn’t on the announced card, but that hardly bothers the crowd; everyone is eager to see whether the original ACW star or her most ardent follower is the stronger. Philip enters the ring.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from London, England- what?
Philip is evidently getting some last minute information in his earpiece. He shrugs and corrects himself.
Philip: …from London, England, Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
The crowd pricks up its ears at this announcement, and then “I’m a Bomb” by Natasha Beddingfield hits. The crowd gets excited as a familiar shape appears in shadow through the curtain, and then enters…
The camera zooms in, and the crowd does a collective double-take. The white ringwear, fox-tailed while leather coat and silver fox-ear headband are all present and correct… but it’s not Alicia wearing them. Instead, none other than Rayne Iwashita strides down the ramp; she walks to the ring, steps through the ropes, and then gets up on the turnbuckles, hailing the fans with a bright smile. The fans, of course, are less than impressed by this stunt; they boo, and Philip also looks annoyed, determinedly correcting his previous statement.
Philip: …..I mean, from Hokkaido, Japan… [/b]Rayne Iwashita![/b]
The crowd boos again, and Rayne jumps off of the turnbuckle looking pissed off and Philip. She stalks toward the announcer, hand raised… but then “One Way of Life” hits the speakers, and Rayne and everyone else’s attention is drawn back to the stage. Philip gets his job done as quickly as he can.
Philip: Second time’s a charm… from London, England, Alicia Laureano!
Alicia comes out in her plain black ringwear as Philip scoots out of the ring. She heads to the ring quickly and enters; Rayne smirks, and the two women look one another up and down.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Man, that is one weird sight right there. Rayne finally went the whole hog…
Maxwell McNally: You’re right, Eddie… this match just took on a whole new significance. Here’s Referee Joey Reynolds, he’s going to have his work cut out with this one…
Reynolds enters the ring and looks bemused for a moment; Rayne takes off the coat and headband, bundling them on to Reynolds who hands them over to an assistant on the outside. The crowd starts to get impatient, and Reynolds decides to get things rolling straight away.
Bell Rings.
The crowd barely has time to get back in their seats before it all kicks off; Rayne surges forward, eyes sparkling with pure, unfettered desire for glory, and begins to lay into Alicia with a powerful stream of forearm blows and kicks. Alicia covers and protects, retreating backwards, and Rayne becomes more and more confident as she steers Alicia back into a corner. The crowd boos the fake fox as she puts the boot into Alicia, who is struggling to stay on her feet; but then things flip around 180 degrees as Alicia grabs on to the top rope on either side of her and kicks up to flip herself over backward into a crouching position on the turnbuckle. She launches herself forward into a strong spear-like move which catches Rayne out, and the crowd yells out loudly as Alicia straddles her opponent’s chest and starts laying into her with clubbing blows of her own.
Edison: Oh, it’s on now, no quarter asked and none given!
McNally: Rayne with a strong start, but Alicia knew just how to take advantage… I wouldn’t like to try and call this one, Eddie, it’s going to be way too close.
Rayne takes a few telling blows before she is able to dislodge Alicia. Both women are up at almost precisely the same moment, and Alicia doesn’t want to lose control of the pace; she whips Rayne into the ropes and tries to clothesline her down, only for Rayne to neatly duck underneath her and then perform a snap suplex as Alicia turns around quickly. Rayne goes for the first pin of the match, but referee Joey Reynolds has barely got down and given the 1 before Alicia kicks out willfully. Not to be outdone, Rayne hops up and then drops to plunge a knee against Alicia’s chest, knocking the wind out of her so that she can pin a second time. This time with Reynolds already in position, Rayne gets about a 1.5 before Alicia throws her arm up and rolls sideways, escaping Rayne and enabling herself to get back up without difficulty.
McNally: There’s no doubt in my mind, Rayne means business and she wants this win badly.
Edison: Absolutely, but it won’t be easy for her, Max. Think of all the people Alicia has faced in the past – can Rayne really put herself up there amongst their ranks so early in her career?
The pace of the match doesn’t let up as Alicia and Rayne clash again; this time Alicia takes a more aggressive stance, and for every blow Rayne scores, Alicia returns fire with a more powerful strike so that the situation very quickly escalates. The fans start to get noisy; the two ladies are closely matched in power, and Rayne’s evident desire appears to give her an edge as she lands a fierce mid-kick and then snatches at Alicia’s hair, using it to throw her opponent painfully to the floor. Alicia winces and clutches at her scalp; again Rayne follows up with a swift attack, this time an elbow drop, and goes for the cover – but as she pulls herself over her foe, her desire to make eye contact and assert herself proves to be a mistake. Alicia opens up her left hand and rams the palm upward into Rayne’s chin, snapping her head back and making the crowd wince. Momentarily distracted and disorientated by the rapid movement of her head, Rayne is wide open as Alicia rolls clear, jumps up and throws herself into the ropes. She rebounds at speed and steps up on to Rayne’s knee as she is getting up, grasps her opponent and falls backward to take her over into a roll-up. The fans roar as Rayne struggles, 1….-
McNally: THIS close to a 2 count!
Edison: And Rayne breaks free, that was almost Game Over….
The look in Rayne’s eyes as she grips the rope to pull herself up quickly suggests that she’s far from pleased with Alicia’s trick. The two women engage and for about a minute there’s no dividing them, with blows raining down rapidly. Rayne is extremely light on her feet, and Alicia finds that she’s having some trouble making each strike count; faced with this quandary, Alicia shifts tack and pushes Rayne back against the ropes, aiming sharp snapping kicks at her opponent’s knees and calves.
Rayne grits her teeth; she is very aware of what Alicia is trying to do, but with the two ladies sharing a similarity of physique and technique, Rayne realizes that she can use the same strategy on her opponent. She picks her moment well, and when Alicia tries to hook Rayne up for a suplex, Rayne breaks free and whips Alicia sideways into the corner. Alicia hits the turnbuckle and Rayne is at once behind her, threading her arms up underneath Alicia’s and exerting herself to invert her foe so that she can drop Alicia over the corner ropes into a tree of woe.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:06:59 GMT -5
Instead of attacking her opponent’s exposed head and chest, Rayne gets on to the apron and on to the turnbuckle. She supports herself with her hands and one foot, and uses the other to stomp down forcefully on Alicia’s knee while it is exposed.
McNally: This lady’s got one heck of a kick, and Alicia’s feeling the full force of it for sure.
Alicia grimaces; she’s pretty flexible and grabs the middle rope in order to right herself. As she does this, Rayne drops on to the apron corner on the outside and grasps Alicia’s ankles so that she can’t free herself; this puts further pressure on Alicia’s knee joints as Rayne leans backward, adding her full weight to the situation.
Edison: Yeow, the pressure on those tendons must be really something now, Alicia had better get out of this quickly…
Rayne keeps a hold of Alicia for several seconds as she fights to get free, before coolly letting go so that Alicia ends up sprawling on the mat as she drops backward on to it. Rayne leaps up on to the turnbuckle again, and can’t resist a quick taunt of the crowd before she jumps off, trying to plant both boots into Alicia’s chest. Alicia rolls out of the way in the nick of time and has to exit the ring; as she gets up, Rayne struts her stuff on the inside and waves to the crowd, proud as a peacock and loving every second in the limelight.
Edison: Just look at this, Max… Rayne Iwashita is totally owning this ring!
McNally: Impressive, most impressive. I don’t think she has the crowd won over quite yet, though.
Alicia and Rayne keep eye contact, and Alicia paces on the outside, hands on hips, as Rayne shadows her. It’s a surreal situation for Alicia, for Rayne’s posture and body language really is uncannily like her own. But there’s one notable difference; Rayne is downright cocky, and she takes pleasure in taunting the crowd with her apparent superiority.
And then several things fall into place; Alicia recognizes that Rayne embodies someone she came very close to being, not all that long ago. And seeing that future made flesh is the spur Alicia needs…
Rayne is sharp-eyed, but when Alicia moves it’s like lightening, and she’s up on the apron and then springboarding before Rayne can decide on a defense. Alicia performs a gorgeous Dragonrana which makes the crowd roar and leap up to its collective feet, and Alicia goes for the pin, 1….2-
Edison: 2 count!
Rayne kicks out powerfully, and Alicia nips back up to her feet, taking a fighting stance as Rayne rises to meet her. The two women tie up and battle for supremacy; Rayne starts to force Alicia back, but Alicia has drawn her metaphorical line in the sand and she slams on the brakes before pushing back. The crowd starts to clap rhythmically; Rayne is certainly no weakling, but Alicia is gaining the momentum and Rayne starts to slip backward. The clap gets faster and faster until Rayne breaks the grapple and tries to whip Alicia away; Alicia reverses like a true old hand and Rayne is sent into the ropes, which are close by. With almost no time to gather her thoughts on the rebound, Rayne can’t stop Alicia from “spinning the bottle” and sending her hurtling into the corner; half the crowd already guesses what’s next, but that doesn’t stop them cheering loudly as Alicia dashes forward and introduces Rayne to her Liger Kick. Rayne staggers, and as Alicia rights herself she tops things off with a powerbomb, 1…..2…-
McNally: Kickout by Rayne!
Edison: I think some people there thought this one was over, but no way, Jose!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:07:22 GMT -5
The crowd groans slightly, but this is nothing compared to the thunderous expression on Rayne’s face; she lashes out and slaps Alicia square across the cheek, which draws expressions of shock from the fans, followed by a fresh torrent of booing. If Alicia is offended, she refuses to let it distract her; she stands quickly and hits Rayne’s calf with another rapid kick, but her own lower joints are starting to feel the cumulative effects of the match, and Rayne is swift to spot an opportunity. She fakes Alicia out with a roundhouse kick, and when Alicia ducks to the side Rayne anticipates her movement and gets behind her, applying a sleeperhold. Alicia flails and Rayne almost loses her, but her will is even more iron than her grip, and Rayne shows that she’s worked on her sleeper as Alicia begins to weaken.
McNally: This doesn’t look good for Alicia…
Edison: It’s a simple enough technique, but used at the right juncture in a match, it can derail even the most skilled opponent.
McNally: But the crowd doesn’t want it to end like this, Eddie, and hell, I’m with them on that one…. Come on, Alicia, come ON!
Edison is surprised by his usually non-partisan co-commentator’s descent from the fence; around the arena the crowd begins to co-ordinate its chanting, and shouts of “YOU SUCK!!” directed at Rayne appear to needle the queen of imitation. She tightens her grip, and Joey Reynolds raises Alicia’s hand once, letting it fall back to her side. He raises it a second time and gets the same result; Rayne smiles coldly… and then releases her foe before Reynolds can perform the final test. Alicia is groggy, but that does nothing to stop Rayne laying into her ferociously with stomps.
Edison: Rayne almost had the match right there…
McNally: It looks as if she feels she hasn’t made her point, Eddie.
Alicia’s hair hangs in a disorderly fashion as Rayne pulls her to her feet; Rayne smirks openly now, and prepares Alicia for the Animato (Pyramid Driver). Alicia, however, senses the danger and summons a burst of energy to get free; she pushes Rayne slightly away from her, and then throws everything into the EMP. Rayne steps back and catches Alicia’s foot in mid air; she giggles a little before pulling Alicia forward and delivering a crushing facebuster. She goes for the pin, 1….2…-
Edison: OOOOOOH so close!
Even as Alicia gets her shoulder up, Rayne is getting to her feet; Alicia rolls over and, now looking increasingly angry herself, she jumps up and rushes at Rayne, grasping her around the head and carrying on to the corner for the fox flip. This, too, Rayne has a counter for; as Alicia tries to twist in the air, Rayne turns herself and slams her opponent down on to her back. She covers again, 1…2…-
McNally: Rayne nearly had it, and Alicia’s in real trouble now…
Edison: I’ll say. How’s she supposed to fight someone who knows her style inside out?
The same question is doubtless running through Alicia’s head; Rayne’s smirk is broad, and as Alicia seems mentally hamstrung, Rayne takes advantage and tries to lock in her Exodus (headscissors / hammerlock choke). Alicia knows that if she succeeds the match is as good as over, and she uses a big chunk of her remaining energy to break away before Rayne can lock the move, and hurls herself into a desperation Gamengiri. Rayne tries to dodge, but isn’t quite quick enough as fatigue leaves its mark on her too, and both women end up on the mat.
McNally: What an intense match, can anything split this pair apart?
Rayne groggily staggers up; she shoots a glare at Alicia, something bordering on hate now burning in her gaze. She backs up to the ropes and then charges, trying to knock Alicia senseless with a running clothesline; Alicia ducks, but Rayne carries on and “accidentally” strikes Joey Reynolds. The notoriously “weak” referee collapses, and the crowd boos violently as Rayne spins around and practically pounces like a cat on her opponent, punching with closed fists and almost clawing in her fury. Alicia battles to contain her now borderline psycho rival; then the crowd’s boos turn to cheers…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:07:45 GMT -5
Edison: Oh ho! Look out Rayne, you’ve got a visitor…
Rena strides down the ramp with Rayne oblivious to her approach. As Alicia reels back, Rena slides into the ring, stomps forward and spins Rayne around to stop the attack. Rena and Rayne stare one another down; Rayne raises her hand to slap Rena, and swings-
McNally: ……….what?!
Rena raises her own hand, and to the crowd’s shock and dismay, the two women high-five one another. The boos become deafening as Rena and Rayne combine forces, and Alicia comes under attack from both sides; the ladies perform a double powerbomb on Alicia, and she barely moves as Rena pulls Joey Reynolds over to where Rayne is about to make the pin. She shakes him back to consciousness…
Edison: This is a damn screwjob, that’s what this is!
McNally: How could Rena turn on one of her oldest colleagues in this business like this? It’s a complete travesty – wait, pin! 1…..2…-
Alicia’s arm comes up from sheer, bloody-minded subbornness, and the crowd goes wild as Rayne’s expression becomes absolutely black with rage. Rena shouts at her from the apron to finish the job, and Rayne signals her most powerful finisher – the Kremlin Dusk (Wrist Clutch Fisherman Driver). Alicia is badly fatigued, but as Rayne looms large and close, her own determination flares, and she twists herself out of Rayne’s grasp, shoving her as hard as she can toward where Rena’s voice is coming from. Rayne manages to stop short of where Rena is, but Rena’s cry of warning comes too late as Alicia dashes in and barrels into Rayne, sending her into the ropes and knocking Rena down to the mats with a loud smack. Rayne shoves Alicia back in turn, and tries to conquer her with her own EMP finisher; Alicia responds at the exact same time, and the two ladies block one another. Rayne immediately tries it with the other foot, but Alicia has the same plan and again the moves cancel one another out.
Edison: Whoa, this is just like that bit in Ocarina of time where Link fights himself!
McNally:…….was that an attempt to be “down with the kids”, Eddie?
Rayne smirks; she knows that she only has to make enough time for Rena to recover, and she’ll have a near-unbeatable advantage. Alicia can see this too; she has to act now, and roll the dice one more time…
Alicia finds all the speed she has in her, and hits Rayne with a kick to the gut before sweeping her legs out from under her. She calls on all her accumulated ring experience to read the crowd, and sees where people are pointing their cameras at a particular part of the area outside the ring. Aiming at this spot, Alicia gambles and rushes at the ropes; she gets there a half-second after Rena jumps on to the apron, and sends her back unceremoniously to the mat as she herself rebounds back toward Rayne…
Rayne is already turning as she rises, and Alicia forces all the strength she has left to leap up high, twist her body, and snap her foot forward into a calf kick straight to the back of Rayne’s head. Rayne’s eyes flicker for a second before she collapses, and Alicia rolls herself over on landing into the pin, hooking the leg. Reynolds makes the count, 1….2….3.
The bell rings, and the crowd roars its approval as Philip makes it official.
Philip: Here is your winner….. Aliciaaaa Laureano!
Rayne begins to come around as Alicia gets up slowly, smiling at the crowd’s applause. She sees Rena enter the ring, and does not interfere as Rena helps Rayne up.
Alicia sees Philip, and signals to him that she wants a microphone. Philip tosses her his; Rayne glares daggers at Alicia, and only Rena’s counseling prevents her from trying to continue the fight further.
Alicia: Rayne… I mean every word when I say that that was an incredible match. You’ve got what it takes to go a long way.
The crowd isn’t sure what to make of this, and becomes quieter to listen.
Alicia: But you have to accept this now, my dear… you’ll never be the great superstar you aspire to become by trying to take another person’s identity, mine or anyone else’s. I’m sure that Rena can teach you that… the pair of you are well suited to one another.
Alicia and Rena exchange a glance; it’s not angry, as such, but it’s clear that Rena has chosen sides, and in Alicia’s eyes now has to deal with the consequences.
There is silence for a moment; Rayne is still furious, and Alicia cocks her head on to one side.
Alicia: Now, are you going to go backstage and get out of MY ringwear, or do I have to come over there and strip you of it in public?
There is a loud cheer from the fans, and a few yells of “Get ‘em off!” from the fans, which seemingly tips Rayne over the edge. She yells so loud that she doesn’t need a mic of her own to be heard.
Rayne: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! SCREW YOU, BITCH! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, ANYWAY?!
Alicia just looks at Rayne, and smiles with a confidence that hasn’t been there for a long time. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Philip pick something up off of the timekeeper’s table, and carefully toss it up to her in the ring. It catches the light as it spins, and Alicia regards it for a second before pushing her hair back and placing the silver headband on to her head.
Alicia:……………..I’m Alicia Kitsune, darling.
And that gets the biggest cheer of all; Alicia grins, and up in the booth someone cues in “I’m a Bomb”, this time in its proper context, which sets off a little wave of marking out around the arena. Alicia slides out of the ring, and picks up her foxtailed coat before making her way to the back, leaving Rena and Rayne to pick up the pieces of their scheme as the show cuts out to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:09:15 GMT -5
Segment: “Crossing Over – the Prelude” Credit: T-Kiss
[Welcome to the locker room of Thunderkiss where it’s a party baby!! Wait, um, scratch that. There is no party here. Though Freeman lost, he surely was a party pooper as he has completely ravaged TK’s body enough to the point where the man wants to do nothing but just lay down and recover from his wounds. Now that’s very “UnThunderkiss” like, isn’t it? Not only being a hot piece of ass and great womans wrestler, Vivid now displays that she has a tremendous affectionate/nursing side as she stands by her man and helps ice his body down – and that’s where we join our hero.]
Vivid: Well TK, it appears that you’ve just hit the jackpot – again!
Thunderkiss: To be honest, it hasn’t sunk in yet. My head is still spinning …. Ohugh ….
[Vivid reaches down and grabs an ice bag and affectionately holds it on TK’s head.]
Vivid: It will be alright baby.
Thunderkiss: Nobody asked you! Just do your job woman and hold that bag on my head. Is that too much to ask for?!
Vivid: No. Shhhhhh now. Just relax.
[Out of the bathroom comes William Charles Wilcox with a huge smile on his face, dollar bills in his eyes and the A.C.W Entertainment Title draped around his shoulders. In his hands is a bottle of champagne that is going up and down as he shakes it. Within seconds the top is popped …]
~!~POP~!~
[…and TK begins to be doused in champagne.]
Wilcox: Well, the question has been answered and now there is one UNDISPUTED Champion!
Thunderkiss: Argh! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!
Vivid: Willy, TK’s not feeling so hot…
Wilcox: Oh… sorry champ.
[Wilcox quickly pulls up the bottle of champagne and shrugs his shoulders as he quickly looks at it and sends the tip directly into his mouth.]
Wilcox: Waste not want not! Well don’t worry Champ, we’ll party all day and night tomorrow. Right now, you’ve earned your rest so If you two will excuse me, I think I’ll just go and –
~!~KNOCK KNOCK~!~
Wilcox: The hell?
Thunderkiss: Tell them I’m dead or something…
Wilcox: I would, but I think that would make too many happy around here Kiss.
Thunderkiss *Whispering*: Vivid, make them all go away .. please!
Vivid: Hush baby, I know – it will be quiet soon.
[Wilcox swings open the door and there stands a man holding a registered letter. He holds it out for Wilcox and with a very puzzled look on his face, Wilcox reaches out for it …]
Delivery Man: You must be William Charles Wilcox?
Wilcox: Yes, what’s this?
Delivery Man: A registered letter, I need you to sign right here for it please…
[Wilcox looks at the letter’s address and his eyes become wide with excitement.]
Wilcox: Sign this!
~!~SLAM~!~
[Wilcox slams the door on the letter man’s face causing more noise to drive into TK’s skull like a nail being driven through wood.]
Thunderkiss: Aw G’Dammit!
Wilcox: Oh, sorry Kiss… I- I just forgot. But Kiss, before I go, I think you might want to hear this.
Thunderkiss: I think I might not …GO AWAY!
Wilcox: Seriously, it’s a letter from Fallout’s
Thunderkiss: ?!
Wilcox: Indeed! Listen to this ….
Dear Thunderkiss …. I have been following your career for quiet some time now and consider myself to be a big fan. It has been one of my goals to sit down with you and enjoy your company, and now that I have a few minutes of free time available, I would love for you to be my guest for the next Fallout show. Enclosed are two front row tickets. I hope you will considering using them to come visit us here at the “Fastest Hour on Television”. Sincerely, Biff Taylor.
[Wilcox finishes the letter and an uncomfortable silence fills the room as all three members of Team Thunderkiss just register what was just stated by Wilcox. That is, until TK’s head begins to spin even harder as he tries to think over this proposal …]
Thunderkiss: I can’t think about this shit right now Willy!
Wilcox: Ok! Ok! This time I’m going for sure TK! But just think, another door just opened – you could be the star of not one … but TWO shows! LUE World Champion – ACW Entertainment Champion and now … Fallout Champion!?
Thunderkiss: OUT!
[Thunderkiss takes his ring boots and throws them at Wilcox. W.C.W has finally received the message as he ducks under them and quickly exits out the door. TK rests his head back into the bosom of his woman and closes his eyes. Vivid, is extremely proud tonight. Proud to be here, in ACW and with the new champion. She thanks God for this moment as she bends down and gently places as Kiss on TK’s forehead…]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:09:47 GMT -5
Segment: The gift of experience
Elsewhere in the backstage, Thunderkiss isn’t the only person experiencing a feeling of achievement. Alicia has aches and pains aplenty from her match with Rayne, but she positively glows as she walks back to her locker room. On the way, her steadfast friend Charlotte King catches up to her.
Charlotte: There you are! You nearly gave us all heart failure back there, you know… I thought that little minx was going to actually beat you at a few points!
Alicia smiles wearily.
Alicia: So did I.
She continues along the corridor, and Charlotte walks alongside her.
Charlotte: Well, I’m just glad to see Rayne put in her place. She’s not going to go away because you beat her in a single match, though.
Alicia: I know… but maybe now she’ll widen her field of vision a bit. She does now seem to have Rena to mentor her… what will come of that is anyone’s guess.
It’s obvious that Alicia is a little hurt by Rena’s “choice”; Charlotte decides not to rake over the coals any further, and changes the subject.
Charlotte: So… come on, give me your honest opinion. Chance, or the Senator?
Alicia chuckles.
Alicia: Straight to the jugular, hmm? Well, we’re guaranteed an absolute classic… the Senator is a legend, and Chance is as fierce as they come.
She considers her assessment a little further.
Alicia: I have to confess… I believe I’ve mis-read Chance Emmerson as a wrestler in recent months. It’s tempting to write him off as an automaton under another person’s sway… but his performances in the ring speak for themselves. The man has a true warrior’s spirit, which just happens to be contained in the same body as a personality which does best under firm guidance… whatever his multiple motivations in that ring are, they’re undoubtedly incredibly powerful, and that makes him a formidable opponent in anyone’s book.
Charlotte nods.
Alicia: The very fact that the Senator has come back to take him on… some people say it’s out of loyalty to the Senatorial Stable, others think it’s some element of his ego which won’t stay quiet, and yet others think that Umeko Saito has goaded him into a foolish decision. But I don’t think any of those factors are responsible; the Senator passionately believes in the ability of the other Senatorial members to fight their own battles, he’s too wise to let dreams of gold lead him blindly into such a dangerous title feud, and he has learned to deal with copious amounts of bullshit in his other chosen line of work. No, to my mind, the Senator is here for one reason only; because Chance has proven himself to be the genuine article, a true champion… and that’s got nothing to do with the strap which Umeko so casually mistreats. There’s a universal rule in this business; the only way to become a real, bona fide legend is to fight other legends… and they’re incredibly rare. The Senator already carries that title, though I’m sure he’d be too modest ever to say as much; tonight we’ll find out if Chance is ultimately deserving of the same honor. I just hope the Seventh Tiger understands the opportunity in his hands…
Alicia’s sentiments are shared by most of the crowd, and there are murmurs of agreement. Charlotte smiles.
Charlotte: Nice analysis… now get off the fence. Who do you think will win?
Alicia looks skyward for a moment, and smiles again.
Alicia: If outside forces don’t overshadow the action… I really think this could be the Senator’s time. Maybe that’s my sentimental side speaking… but come on, who here wouldn’t love to see that? In any case, if Chance retains, he will have proven once and for all that he’s the right man for the crown. You can’t argue with the records.
Charlotte can’t help but agree. They’ve reached Alicia’s locker room, and as Alicia opens the door, a final thought strikes Charlotte.
Charlotte: One last thing… that final move you pulled out of the bag… it was kind of familiar, but then again not. Where did it come from?
Alicia looks wistful for a second or two.
Alicia: I suppose you could say it came from the benefit of experience… I was looking over some old tapes this week, and reminiscing about this time last year. It was a bit special, after all.
Charlotte: I’ll say. You won the World Title yourself at Genocide ’06, after all.
Alicia nods. Charlotte is right, in part; she doesn’t know about the other extraordinary things which Alicia was experiencing at that time, but that hardly matters in this context.
Alicia: Let’s just say that I took inspiration from an old friend… I wouldn’t ever steal from someone else, unlike my opponent tonight. So I put my own spin on a move I knew she wouldn’t have had the honor of having seen used… I think “tribute” is a good way of putting it.
Charlotte looks puzzled, but then twigs what Alicia means.
Charlotte:……..oh, now I get it. Yeah, tribute is good. Do you have a name for the technique?
Alicia thinks about this for a few moments. She looks just a little sad for a second or two.
Alicia:………..”Wish You Were Here” has a nice ring.
Charlotte understands, and nods.
Charlotte: It does.
They take a moment more to contemplate all that’s gone on, and then time advances once again.
Alicia: I’m going to get showered and then watch the rest of the show. I’ll catch you later.
She and Charlotte part, and Alicia’s door closes as the scene fades out.
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