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Post by Latino on Oct 7, 2007 17:46:32 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: SamhainSunday 28th October, 2007 Schedule of Matches: ------------------------------------------------- Lui Kan vs Julio Rivera ------------------------------------------------- JJB vs. The Prince ------------------------------------------------- DiaVolo vs Rena Matheson- I Quit Match ------------------------------------------------- Jon Taylor vs. Deus Noxus ------------------------------------------------- Dan White vs. Jonny Hughes ------------------------------------------------- Yoko Satoshi vs Andrew Starr ------------------------------------------------- ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match Jason Freeman vs. Jay Zero ------------------------------------------------- Leather and Lace II Thunderkiss vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune ------------------------------------------------- ACW International Title Match The Senator vs. Adrian Flamingo ------------------------------------------------- House of Mirrors Match - ACW World Title Starkweather vs. Hunter -------------------------------------------------
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:41:43 GMT -5
It’s been quite some time since anyone attempted to “Trick or Treat” the ACW arena; nevertheless, the ACW audience are hoping for a good helping of both for this year’s Samhain.
There’s the usual electrified atmosphere inside, and plenty of pyro to get people even more hyped; the cameras do their atmospheric pan, and then we launch straight into the unfolding dramas backstage.
So are you brave enough to watch? We don’t mind if you hide behind the sofa…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:43:16 GMT -5
Segment: Work out time Credit: Jon Taylor
It is Wednesday the 23rd of October; the setting is a gym not far from the arena where Samhain is set to take place later on in the week on the 27th of October. It is a pleasant day, with the sun shining and white fluffy clouds, the streets seem to be quite busy with pedestrians being seen going from shop to shop. The Gym seems to be packed from the outside; a few pedestrians are looking through the window where some men are weight lifting. One of the men appears to be ACW superstar Jon Taylor; he is wearing a pair of white shorts and a blue tank top. Although he doesn't possess the largest frame by any means Taylor is lifting the weights with ease. He takes a break and gets a bottle of Dansai water from the nearby vending machine, he goes over back to where he was lifting weights, nearby is a sports bag and Taylor reaches into the bag and pulls out a white towel. Taylor wipes away the sweat from his face and places the towel back inside the bag. Taylor finishes drinking his water and goes over to a bin next to the vending machine and throws it into it. Taylor returns to back to where he was lifting weights originally, he bends down to lift up a weight when a man who was lifting weights next to him approaches him, and looks like he has something to say.
Pat Murphy | Body Builder
Hey, sorry for interrupting you, but aren't you that Jon Taylor from ACW?
Taylor seems a bit annoyed about being disturbed during the middle of his work out.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Yes I am, why?
Pat Murphy | Body Builder
I just wanted to say, that is an impressive amount of weights you're lifting for someone your size - you ever considered being a body builder?
Taylor seems a bit confused by this question, possibly intrigued about how someone could suggest to him that he would be a good body builder.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Erm..no. I just lift weights to improve my physical stature. I work out every day, and twice as much when I have a PPV match like this week. You could say im a perfectionist, I do as much preparation possible for every match, including on normal shows. Lifting weights is just another part of my preparation, as is watching videos of all my opponents to make sure I know how they wrestle. Anyway, what is so exciting about being a body builder?
Murphy looks a bit uncomfortable about this question, as Taylor has turned the tables on him.
Pat Murphy | Body Builder
I don't know really, I guess I just find it a good challenge, trying to make my body the best it can be. It may not require the same amount of skill as professional wrestling does, but I do have to be very strict about my diet, lifestyle and work out regime. It keeps me out of trouble and gives me a focus on something that I enjoy doing. I guess you could say it was a hobby that got serious.
Taylor seems to approve of this reply, and able to relate to what Murphy has said.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
I can understand where you're coming from. Originally I started out just messing about with a few friends until it became serious. Now my whole life revolves around my wrestling - and I wouldn't have it any other way. It gives me the chance to experience other things that I otherwise wouldn't, and it keeps me on my toes all the time knowing that if I slip up my opponent will take advantage of it. Although Wrestling and Body Building require a lot of dedication I have to say I can't really see the appeal of Body Building compared to Wrestling. I mean, you have competitions to see who has the best body, but you don't have the atmosphere and fans to spur you on when you're down, like in Wrestling. I guess each to their own as my Mother used to say. Anyway, I best get back to my work out, I have to get ready for my PPV debut, this Saturday at Samhain.
Taylor seems to be pleased that the chat is nearly over and looks eager to continue with his preparation.
Pat Murphy | Body Builder
So that's why there are ACW superstars all around the city. Good luck with your match this Saturday.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Thanks, see you around.
Taylor returns to where he was previously, and begins lifting weights again. Murphy exits the room and heads into the changing rooms to have a shower. Taylor seems to be very intense and strict about his preparation for Samhain and continues to work out long after Murphy has left.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:44:01 GMT -5
Segment: Basics of the Game.[/left] Credit: Jay Zero[/right] It’s Sunday, October 28th and the date was circled on many calendars. For several weeks, people and their animosities with one another were built up for this one event. Tonight was the night that many of the differences between several superstars would come to an end just based on the simple “1,2,3” inside of the wrestling ring. Tonight is none other than Alpha Championship Wrestling’s fourth ever Samhain pay-per-view event. The arena is jam packed to the very maximum as die-hard ACW fans are piled up all around.
The scene opens to the backstage area of the arena, where the intensity isn’t as high as out in the masses of people. However, it is where tensions are higher. Jay Zero is standing alongside his friend Stefanie Collins in front of an ACW display. There is a Samhain poster secured behind a cage-like panel behind Jay. His hair is already done up nicely, and his makeup already applied. He’s wearing long white shorts and a black Jay Zero t-shirt with his Light Heavyweight Title belt wrapped tightly around his waist. Stefanie’s hand is distinctively holding onto Jay’s arm as she leans up against him. [/center] Zero: Hey Stef, remind me again—What are all the people saying about tonight’s event? Who are the favorites to win? [/color] Stef: Hmm, I think that people were predicting that Josh the Jer--- Zero: No! No! No! People don’t care about those no names that are just there to fill time slots! People don’t care about Dan White verses Jonny Hughes! People don’t care about DiaVolo vs. Rena!
What people care about is Adrian Flamingo verses The Senator! What people care about is Thunderkiss verses Alicia Kitsune! What people care about is me! Jay Zero verses Jason Freeman! [/color] He pauses while he reaches back and pulls some papers out that he had tucked into the back of his shorts. [/center] Zero: Right here! I have the predictions! I have the articles! [/color] Jay waves the papers around, slamming them into his open palm. [/center] Zero: And going into this match tonight after reading these, I can only say one thing! The odds are in the name of Jay Zero beating Freeman! Stefanie, if you would, please read to these fellow Zeromaniacs what the entire world has been talking about! [/color] Stefanie grabs the papers with a smile on her face. She unravels them and begins to read one. [/center] Stefanie: “While getting the last laugh on Monday Night Warfare, I believe it will be none other than Jason Freeman who will have the upper hand walking into Samhain. The entire month he has”— Jay rips the paper from her hand and tears it into pieces. [/center] Zero: Ah, nobody cares about that crap! Read this one! Where is it? Hmm, oh, oh here! Read that one! [/color] He was rummaging through all of the papers he has before finding the one he wants Stefanie to read to the fans. [/center] Stefanie: “What a roller coaster ride it has been ever since these two crossed paths. First they exchanged blows at Omega Effect, which only added fuel to the fire when Freeman stole the victory over Santiago Rivera and Jay Zero, but over the months the grudge has held it’s own and increased in size. The two have bickered, the two have fought, and the two have been forced to work as one unit when Freeman joined Entourage. The past few weeks however is when it grew to its climax. Freeman is inside the head of Jay, but it looks like the defending champ has faith and the momentum on his side going into Samhain. He’s decided which state of mind he’s going to be in facing Freeman this Sunday and in my books, the winner is going to be “The Messiah” Jay Zero.” Jay has a big grin on his face and he nods his head in agreement. [/center] Zero: And the rest of them just shadow that article with the same exact predictions. Freeman, you may think you have the edge tonight after holding your stupid little séance, but I know, you know, and everybody else knows what happened there! But, if you don’t then let me fill you in. By the end of the night, Freeman never contacted God, but instead talked to the next best thing, which happens to be me! I told Freeman what’s what and I told him what to expect, but right now I’m going to describe it to you in more detail.
See----I’ve been thinking about what this whole thing relates to and then I thought of what time of the year it is. Ahhh yes, good old high school American football! It’s usually time for the High School Playoffs, Freeman! Oh, the school rivalries! The college scouts in attendance! The roar of the crowds as they cheer on their school! It’s so lively and competitive!
Unlike the pro’s that already have their multi-million dollar contracts, it’s High School and College Football that have the most heart and soul! They have everything to prove! They play to win, and they play to move on in their lives! So this is how we’re going to compare ourselves, Freeman, okay? [/color] Jay wipes his face, a drop of sweat slowly dripping down. [/center] Zero: Here we are again, another chilly autumn evening! The entire bleachers and spots along the long, frigid fence surrounding the field are being filled up. The entire week, you’ve been talking—no, not just talking, but mocking your opponents. You’ve psyched yourself up to go on and have an “Easy” win and advance in the playoffs. See, we’re going to say that last season you made it to the semi-finals, Freeman and then you lost to the bigger team that beat me in the quarter finals.
You’ve looked at the stats, and you think you’ve scouted me. But the fact is, you may have gotten farther than me before, but you never competed head to head with me. You think you know what’s coming, but you really don’t have a clue.
I’m not the smaller team that I was before Freeman, and you’ve lost many seniors this year. You’ve become a smaller team, while I’ve only grown and improved. Now I’m a team full of spirit and we have tons of people looking to impress the scouts in the crowd to move on with my career! I’ve pushed and pushed to become what I am today, and nothing is going to stop me from becoming the State Champion, or in our case, defending my Light Heavyweight Championship. You think you can scout someone, but you don’t really know until you step on the field with them, Freeman. You think you know someone, but then they’ll pull out every trick in the book to make sure you don’t go any farther than you deserve. You think you know who I am, until my big, powerhouse team runs you down and sets you straight once and for all. [/color] Stefanie smiles at Jay who looks back, exchanging one of his own back at her. [/center] Zero: What I’m trying to say here Freeman is that the past few weeks, you’ve talked to the talk. You think you’re inside my head, but you’re the farthest from it right now. It’s the actions that talk, not your two-bit “intimidating” words. So you can keep insulting me, you can keep trying to talk you way into a victory, but just keep in mind Freeman….
…. That sticks and stones may break my bones----But tonight, when you finally step onto the playing field with me, the Zero Darkness is going to break your fucking neck! [/color] Stefanie rubs her hand around on the Light Heavyweight Title as Jay smirks confidently into the camera. [/center] Zero: --May God have mercy on your soul! [/color] Jay winks at the camera and makes a motion, rubbing his hands together before wrapping his arm around Stefanie and pulling her tightly to his body. They are both smiling wide, looking at each other as the scene fades. [/center] [/quote]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:46:07 GMT -5
Match 1: Lui Kan vs Julio Rivera (Credit: Lui Kan)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:46:34 GMT -5
Segment: Just a helping hand Credit: Jon Taylor
The date is Thursday 25th October 2007, three days before the latest ACW Pay-Per-View; Samhain. The setting is a small town not far from the arena which Samhain will be held in. It is a miserable day with the sky full of dark grey clouds and the rain crashing down, the sound it makes is more comparable to that of hail. The roads seem to be almost empty, but a few people can seen heading into a building, which looks like a sort of sports centre. The people seem to be of teenage age. Inside the building is a room full of people, most if not all seem to mid to late teens. There is an older man who looks early to mid forties standing on a stage. Above the stage is a banner saying "A kick start into the world of wrestling". The audience seem to be excited, and are chatting amongst themselves. The man on the stage motions for the audience to stop talking, and the audience oblige. In front of the man is a microphone, he leans forward to speak into the microphone more easily and looks ready to address the audience.
Jack Norris | Trainer
In recent weeks you have all started to train to become a professional wrestler, well tonight I thought I would put something special on to help show you what comes out of all the hard work. Can everyone please welcome, ACW superstar; Jon Taylor!
Taylor emerges through an entrance in the corner of the room. He is wearing a unzipped blue hooded top, blue tracking bottoms and white training shoes. The audience give him a round of applause. Taylor makes his way to the stage and stands behind Norris.
Jack Norris | Trainer
As I am sure you all know, Taylor is a superstar in the wrestling company; Alpha Championship Wrestling. Today he is here to share his experiences in the wrestling industry, and to answer any questions you may have.
Taylor steps forward, in front of the microphone. Norris is handed a chair to sit on, and sits behind Taylor so he can listen to what Taylor has to say.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Im am glad to be here, and I hope I can help in any way possible. The wrestling industry isn't an easy one to work your way up through, it takes a lot of hard work and dedication, and I hope I am able to assist you on your way to becoming a professional wrestler. So, who would like to ask the first question?
The members of the audience seem to be a bit hesitant to ask a question. After what feels like an eternity finally one person manages to pluck up the courage to ask a question, the boy stands up, he seems to be about 6 ft in height and of average weight. He clears his throat and looks ready to ask a question.
Tyler Matthews | Wrestler-In-Training
How did you get into wrestling, and was hard for you to show that you were good enough for the bigger promotions such as ACW?
Taylor runs his hand through his hair, he thinks for a few seconds before clearing his through, and looks ready to reply to the question.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Interesting question. I was a wrestling fan throughout my childhood, I would never miss an episode on TV. My friends were too and we would just casually play wrestle, which was fun. Although we were just copying what the superstars did on the TV we still managed to learn a few basics such as how to take a bump, and how to do a suplex. After awhile I decided that it was something I wanted to do properly, although there weren't really any wrestling schools in the area. I started going to the gym to work out, and one day I met the owner of a wrestling promotion who offered me a try out, one thing led to another and before I knew it I was being trained by professional trainers. That was the easy part. When I progressed and began to work for the various Indy companies it was hard to stand out from the crowd, although I enjoyed partial success it was just not as fulfilling as I had imagined it to be. I had always dreamt about performing in front of thousands of people, and this just wasn't what I had hoped for. Thankfully I was talent spotted by an ACW road agent that took me aside and offered me an ACW contract. As they say - the rest is history.
The audience seem to be encouraged by the answer given to the boy's question, and look to be less nervous about asking Taylor a question. Quickly a girl stands up, and looks eager to ask her question.
Megan Reeves | Diva-In-Training
Was there ever a point in your career when you wanted to pack it all in?
Taylor looks thoughtful.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
At times there were points in my career where I just felt that my career wasn't going anywhere and that I may as well just give up. Thankfully they were few and far between. As with anything you have your highs and lows, and I just kept my head down and kept working. It inevitable that there will be times when you're not sure whether putting your body through the physical punishment you suffer as a wrestler, is worth it - but it is only a matter of time before the hard work pays off and your career starts take off. For example, I used to think that I would be stuck in the Indies until I was spotted by a road agent. All you need to succeed in this business is; hard work, patience and determination.
As soon as Taylor finishes speaking another person stands up; this time it is a boy.
Dan Lawrence | Wrestler-In-Training
How does it feel to finally get to where you have always wanted?
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Well, to be honest it is fantastic. I have always dreamt of being in a company such as ACW, and to actually be there is amazing. It is so much different when you compare it to where I have previously worked, like the Indies. The whole atmosphere is a lot better; the company isn't scrapping for money just to survive which many Indy promotions do. It has a lot wider range of talent, and higher quality. I get to compete with different opponents each week, which helps me to learn to adapt to different styles to combat my opponent's strengths and weaknesses. It has taken awhile, a lot of hard work and dedication but I can honestly say that I wouldn't trade my position of where I am now for anything else.
Taylor stands still for a few seconds, then steps back. The audience give him a huge round of applause. The Trainer briefly says thank you to Taylor before Taylor makes his exit. He Hi-Fives the wrestlers-to-be on his way out.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:47:52 GMT -5
Segment: House of Mirrors (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, we find Kevin Anderson standing perfectly still before a tall door with the word "EXIT" written high above it in neon red light. He is wearing a most highly tailored suit, and he holds a microphone in his hand with incredible precision, waiting for the camera to signal the beginning of his speech. Something that is noticeably absent in this scene, however, is an interviewee; due to Kevin's nervous movements, it is clear that he is fully aware of this as well. Eventually, the bright red light appears on his forehead, and he smiles, raising the microphone to begin.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, I am supposed to be interviewing the #1 contender for the ACW World Championship at the moment, but I'm afraid that he has yet to show up to the arena. However, I've been told that he is on his way, and that---
Suddenly the door behind him bursts open, and Andrew Hunter appears through it, wearing normal street clothes, his bag tightly wrapped around his shoulders. He notices the cameraman and Kevin, and then silently curses. He should remember details like this.
Kevin: Oh, Hunter, there you are. Would you like---
Hunter: Could I at least put my shit away first? I mean, seriously, I haven't even been given a chance to breathe.
Kevin: Well, I apologize for that, but we're already a little behind, and this won't take longer than---
Hunter: Fine, fine. Go ahead. But make it quick.
Kevin opens his mouth.
Hunter: For your own good.
Kevin says nothing for a few moments, but then nervously smiles and turns to Hunter.
Kevin: So, Hunter, are you excited about wrestling for the ACW World Championship tonight, a title that you have not wrestled for since you lost it over a year and a half ago?
Hunter: No, Kevin. I'm annoyed as hell with getting a shot at a title that I hold very close to my heart. I'm annoyed as hell with getting a shot at a title that I lost in the first place due to my own weakness, and due to distractions that I could not get around. I'm annoyed as hell with getting a shot at a title that would put me back up on the top of the ACW hierarchy where I rightfully belong. Kevin, I'm just plain out fucking pissed.
Kevin nods. The detection of sarcasm is clearly no longer a weakness of his.
Kevin: Well how do you feel about the stipulation of the match? House of Mirrors?
Hunter says nothing for a moment, but then promptly sighs.
Hunter: Do you remember how around a week or so ago I mentioned that Starkweather is not a wrestler, but instead just a person who feeds on fear?
Kevin: Yes.
Hunter: Well this is exactly what's happening now. He cannot do a simple one on one match because he KNOWS I'd out-wrestle him in a heart beat. Instead, he books the most violent match he can think of for two reasons: one, to attempt to scare me. Problem is, I've already been in some of the most violent matches in ACW's history. I created the Asylum, for one. The House of Mirrors doesn't scare me. And two, he's relying on his brawling to get through this match. He's relying on his savagery. But there lies another problem: I am one of the best brawlers this federation has ever seen. I am one of the most savage wrestlers this federation has ever seen. The problem with Starkweather is, as I have said, that he has vastly underestimated me. He thinks that he is tipping the odds in his favor when, truthfully, he's just making it easier for me to win.
Kevin: So then are you guaranteeing a victory tonight?
Hunter looks at Kevin for a moment, and then simply walks off camera. Kevin does not even have a change to react by the time that Hunter has turned the corner and disappeared down the hallway. He looks at the cameraman for a moment, and then shrugs. No cut throat sign is necessary, for the cameraman too has figured out how Hunter operates. If only there was a better way to end it.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:48:42 GMT -5
Segment: The unexpected counselor (Credit: Echo/AK)
It is with a heavy heart that Alicia Laureano enters her locker room tonight.
She walks in alone; her husband has accompanied her to the building, and having first examined the room for any nasty surprises, he is now pacing the hallways, making his presence felt. The air in the room feels a little colder without him, somehow.
Placing her bag down carefully, Alicia hesitates to open it, for it contains not her comfortable and familiar ringwear, but the kind of clothing she would normally hesitate to don even for her most private moments. For a moment she looks up and the ceiling, running her hands over her forehead and down her cheeks, composing herself.
She focuses on her timetable for the evening, for she has things to do and people to see before the encounter she has been dreading takes place. Starting to unpack, her mind drifts back to the events which occurred a couple of days previously…
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Kick, kick, punch. Left, right, left, left, right. The blows rain down upon one of ACW’s long suffering punchbags as Alicia works through her routine.
The fact that her forthcoming “match” is hardly worthy of the name is irrelevant; Alicia is determined to approach it in her own way, and on her own terms. Such is her concentration that she only just sees the dark shape pass in front of the doorway to the gym; her rhythm does not break, but at once she is listening, casting her senses around her on full alert.
??: You noticed me, hmm? Not bad.
It would be impossible to imagine a voice less like Thunderkiss if she tried. Alicia winds down and turns to see Joachim ease his way into the room; even dressed in what passes as casual for him, he possesses a poise and captivating kind of style that all women and a large number of men would kill for. Alicia is struck, not for the first time, by his perceptiveness; she had thought that she had maintained a completely steady demeanor and action, but obviously that is not the case.
Alicia: Someone in my position can’t afford to be complacent. What brings you here?
He smiles a little, another of those expressions which somehow lacks real warmth and yet does not cause her to raise her guard.
Joachim: Regrettably mundane, I’m afraid. I left a jacket of mine here in Ayres’ dressing room last time we were here. Now seemed as good a time to collect it as any.
He shrugs with an understated spread of the hands, his eyes not leaving hers. Alicia feels an urge to say something, but her brain apparently has gone on strike. The merest flicker of his gaze registers this, and he takes a more relaxed stance, approaching.
Joachim: Quite the “sensational” contest your unwanted admirer has put in place, hmm? Utterly predictable, though perhaps that has its own…quaint charm to it.
Alicia sighs, nodding.
Alicia: I’m afraid so. I should have seen it coming a mile off; everything about Thunderkiss is banal in its force and vulgarity.
She exhales, hard, as if trying to rid herself of some trapped spirit, and rests a hand on the punchbag in front of her.
Alicia: Do you ever find yourself in a totally ambivalent state of mind about things? The last few months, I’ve been up and down more often than a rollercoaster… one moment I couldn’t imagine anything better than being in the ring, the next I just want to crack the heads together of everyone in the blasted federation…
The hand against the bag clenches.
Alicia: Why, why, why are arseholes like Kiss just allowed to run riot wherever they please? How can people just turn a blind eye and then scream blue murder when they become the next target? And why do I always seem to end up crossing swords with these wankers? It’s not as if I swank around asking for trouble.
She thumps the bag and turns away, putting her hands on her hips. Joachim impassively leans against the swaying cylinder, his eyebrow rising very slightly.
Joachim: M’dear, you already know the answers to those questions, and I have never been the type to indulge the female habit of talking at someone without actually wanting a solution to be put forward.
Alicia’s own eyebrows raise a little, and she twists around to face him. For a moment, she looks taken aback, but this evaporates quickly.
Alicia: Yes, I see… I apologise. I do know what my options are in this, and what I have to accomplish. It’s just…
She sighs softly, her shoulders falling a little.
Alicia: It’s sort of like that system in Knights of the Old Republic… you know, where Jedi can use Sith abilities and vice versa, but it costs them more than using techniques which are aligned with their chosen path. Fighting Kiss like this is treading firmly on the Dark Side, if you get my meaning.
Again Joachim’s lips pull back in enough of a smile to expose a row of pristine teeth; she gets the fleeting impression that he finds humor in what she has said, but of a bizarrely skewed kind that she doesn’t quite understand.
Joachim: Delightfully pedestrian, but your point stands nonetheless. Such a cruel world, in which the only way for the good to battle the bad is to sacrifice a part of their morality, all that defines and separates them from the masses. If such is the case, then you have my condolences.
His words burrow into Alicia’s head, even though she’s once again not sure that she’s fully comprehended them. He casts a glance around the room, and then back to her.
Joachim: Well. I can see that you wish to return to your preparations, and chattering idly certainly isn‘t going to help that. It remains only for me to invite you to call upon Ayres and myself before your match on Saturday; perhaps then, once you‘re finished preparing, we can do some consultation. Far be it from me to claim expertise in your chosen discipline… but I have one or two suggestions for your impending clash which you may find useful.
He pivots elegantly and moves toward the door. Alicia feels, strangely, both relieved and crestfallen to see him depart. Before he exits completely, however, he pauses and speaks without looking back.
Joachim: I leave you with this: it is always the easy option to conform to what others expect us to be, a role we play with consummate ease for a complacent world. And it is even easier to fool ourselves into thinking that the façade is a mirror of what we actually are… or all that we are capable of being.
Alicia doesn‘t need to turn around to see Joachim leaving; the staccato click of his heels against the floor fades into the distance and she’s left for several moments to stand still as his words penetrate into her mind once again. It’s as if she has just had a glimpse of something bright and burning, with the power to transform… but into what?
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As she returns mentally to the present, Alicia sees that several minutes have passed. Now without hesitation, she lays out her “special” attire; deciding that it’s best not to call on her friends in such a state, she leaves it be for now. She has an appointment to keep, and it could be the most important thing she does all evening.
In fact, it’s only the start of something beyond all imagining…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:50:31 GMT -5
Match 2: JJB vs. The Prince (Credit: JJB)
*Shakesphere by Akala plays as Prince walks down the ramp, Prince looks tense as this is his first PPV back and he doesn't want to lose at this stage of his career. Prince gives the look of reassurance to himself and he begins to high five the audience as he runs inside the ring. He begins to taunt and pose on the turnbuckles as he waits for JJB.
*Chris Cornell and Audioslave set up as they begin to play Cochise which is the theme for JJB. The fans get pumped as the drums bang louder and louder and the opening riffs begin. The spotlight shifts left to JJB whose in the crowd and he gives a stare of approval to Audioslave, who stare at him back. The fans begin to boo him, which causes JJB to steal a soda from a little boy and spit it back to his father. JJB begins to laugh at his horrendous deed and smiles as he lights a cigarette in his mouth. As the song continues to pulse louder and JJB walking down the stands pyro comes begins to rise higher and higher and they have a large crackling noise which defeans the boos. JJB gets out of the stands and into the ring staring at Prince.
Ref Joey Reynolds gives both a look of preparedness and if they're up to the task, they both nod a resounding yes. Reynolds rings for the bell and both men circle each other. Prince starts the match up with a couple of fast arm drags, which JJB returns back with a few of his own. Prince attempts a couple of low kicks to JJB's shins but to little effect because he's using it too early. JJB irish whips Prince into the ropes and prepares to slam him down to the ground, but Prince reverses it with a head scissor takedown which rattles JJB. Prince locks JJB's arms behind his back as Prince begins to execute a couple of knee's to the arms of JJB. Prince eventually stops and locks in a surfboard stf, which causes JJB to scream in pain. Prince increases the pain of the hold by rolling around the ring a la Super Crazy and stretches the hold out more. JJB struggles, but he grabs the rope abd the ref tells Prince to let go. Prince lifts JJB up and goes for a spinning wheel kick, but in a move of desperation, JJB catches one foot and nails a fishermans suplex to Prince downing his shoulders.
Reynolds: 1 2...............................
Prince kicks out, which causes JJB to flip out. And when JJB flipped out he took his anger out on Prince by executing a couple of Krav Maga attacks, especially targetting the throat. Prince lying Buddist style, is having his throat throttled by JJB's stiff elbows. Prince now spitting blood, begins to smile and does a low ground snapmare to JJB and he begins to taunt JJB. JJB furious at that insult, tries to rebuke Prince with a lariat but Prince ducks and hits a springboard elbow. Prince gets up HBK style and awaits JJB to get up.
Eddie: Not a good strategy by Prince. He should be poncing on JJB not letting him grasp for air.
Maxwell: Nicely thought out point Professor.
JJB stands up looking like Festus as Prince dropkicks his face. JJB unconscious stares at the top of the stands with his eyes glazed over, as Prince begins to stomp his face. Prince then rapidly throws JJB to the turnbuckles and charges at him, but JJB ducks and hastily executes a Wicked Desires to Prince. JJB and Prince are now both staring at the top as both are knocked out as the Ref begins a standing 10 count.
Reynolds: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7.....................................
Prince gets up and holds on to the top rope for leverage, but Prince has no time to breathe as JJB takes his breath away with a strong lariat which sends both to the outside. JJB and Prince eventually stand up and they begin to brawl on the outside. JJB gets the upper hand of the fight by grabbing a fans drink and throwing it a Prince temporarlily blinding him. JJB throws Prince into the equipment, as JJB rudely sntaches Eddie's headsets and begins to trash talk.
JJB: This Prince getting his ass kicked is brought to you by...........
But JJB didn't finish his words as Prince stands up and jumps over the equipment to reverse hurricanrana JJB near the table. Prince throws JJB to the ring and sets up for The Philosophy. As he flies down for a 630 splash JJB jumps up like a cat and nail a Welcome to New Jersey in mid air. JJB pins Prince for what seems to be a win.
Reynolds: 1 2 3
Phillip Jones announces the winner of the match to be JJB, but JJB gets up and wipes the sweat from his nose, he lifts Prince up and stares at him. Prince is wondering what JJB is contemplating, JJB then motions a hand shaking gesture to Prince, which Prince accepts. JJB tells Prince "You earned my respect" Prince stares back and gives JJB the look of thanks as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:51:20 GMT -5
Segment: “Nothing Bad Can Ever Happen to Me!” Credit: T-Kiss, Andrew Starr, Jay Zero [His palms are already getting sweaty. Though its still hours away from being what many would say his biggest ACW match to date, his heart is already racing and it’s been like this since the moment he drove up to the arena. Getting out of his car, the cheers of the Army carry him into the building with a huge smile on his face. He may not be the Champion by title, but he has become the Champion of the people and there is not a soul inside ACW that can deny this without looking like a jealous fool. Oh yes, there will be those booing him tonight and rightfully so. He will be facing one of ACW’s most beloved wrestlers of all time and the fact that he could even garner a double digit percent of support from tonight’s crowd is incredible feat in itself. Many indeed have the back of TK, including those most close to him. However, it is these people who are the most concerned about his well being and it’s this concern that leads to the following transaction as soon as TK enters the Entourage locker room door ...] Zero: Hey man, have a seat. We wanna talk to you. [/color] [Taken aback by this greeting and the non enthused looks on his teammate’s faces, Thunderkiss reluctantly obliges.] Thunderkiss: What the hell is going on here? This better not be about the whole “not liking girls” thing. I told you guys the truth! AK put some kinda spell on me and it caused me to react towards women like I did. I am *NOT* gay! Look, you can even call my doctor if you want too!Andrew Starr: Teeks... the guys and I have been talking, and well we th--Zero: *interrupting* Look—we know you’re fine and everything’s just grand and dandy with yourself, but Kiss, there’s a limit and I think you’ve passed that line with Alicia. We think you’re going too far with it. You’re just too obsessed, man. [/color] [Thunderkiss instantly takes the defensive and folds his arms together in front of him. He lowers his head for a moment to think. When he is ready, he looks back up and in an angry tone responds.] Thunderkiss: Zero, let me ask you a question.Zero: Shoot, big boy. [/color] Thunderkiss: Have I interfered in your little squabble with Freeman?Zero: No, but -[/color] Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Have I interfered with your little “God” experience?! Zero: --No, but Kiss—[/color] Thunderkiss *interrupting*: EXACTLY. I don’t want to hear any “buts”. This is *MY* fight. Neither of you two were mind wiped by that harpy so I don’t want to hear anything but “Go kick some ass, Kiss!”Starr: Thunderman, we definitely *WANT* you to go out and win in a big way. But, we also want to warn you not to get too far in, not to go down on something you’re not prepared for. You weren’t here the last time Alicia was in a match anything like this, you didn’t get to see the carnage live. We just want you to be prepared for what’s coming.Thunderkiss: Andrew ....Starr: Yeh, Teeks?[Thunderkiss shakes his head a few times all while displaying a huge grin. He rises out of his seat and walks into his own personal dressing room but not before finishing off his sentence with a combination of both pride and egotistic foolishness.] Thunderkiss: I’m THUNDERKISS! Nothing bad is ever going to happen to me! ~!~SLAM~!~ [There is a defining silence in the room after TK slams his door behind him. As soon as Starr knows the coast is clear, he shrugs his shoulders and he sums up the last 3 minutes with a perfect four word sentence.] Starr: Well, that went well.Zero: If he wants to be like that, whatever. Hey man, I heard you’re going against Yoko. Heh, if I were you I’d start prepping myself for that. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night for a certain Entourage member named Freeman...[/color] He pats Starr on the chest. [/center] Zero: …So let’s not make it two, if you catch my drift. [/color] He raises his eyebrows, suggesting that Starr prepare himself for the fight against Yoko Satoshi. Jay adjusts his Light Heavyweight Title and starts walking towards the door. [/center] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:53:32 GMT -5
Segment: Another day, another interview Credit: Jon Taylor
It is the night of the latest ACW PPV; Samhain. The officials are a lot busier than usual, and it is no surprise considering the amount of matches compared to a normal show. The superstars who are higher up the card can still be seen backstage, some are still in their locker rooms preparing themselves for their match later on in the evening. The superstars lower down the card are either waiting because their match is next, or are in the showers after already competing in their match. The general mood seems to be a good one, and some of the newer signees seem to be excited about being on Pay-Per-View for the first time. The crowd are audible even backstage as always, and all the members of the crowd seem to be excited about the proceedings so far. In a small room off the main part of the backstage area two people are sitting down with a table in between them. They are identified as ACW interviewer Charlotte King and ACW superstar Jon Taylor.
Charlotte King | ACW Interviewer
Thank you Jon for once again giving us some of your time to be interviewed. The first time I interviewed you, you had just signed to the ACW Roster and hadn't had a match yet - how has the experience been so far?
Taylor seems to be happy and thinks for a moment or two before answering the question.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Since I arrived in ACW I have enjoyed every minute at of it. So far I have had three matches, and also have a match later on tonight. The atmosphere in the company is great, and everyone is helpful. So far I only have one loss, which was in my debut against Thunderkiss. It is an honour to work with people of this calibre, and I have learnt so much already. The fans have been great also, and after only three matches are already getting behind me during my matches and supporting me, something I didn't think would happen quite so quickly. The whole structure in ACW is great, everyone helps each other out and you also know what is going to happen, and when it is going to happen. In previously promotions I was always left in the dark, and it is great to be involved. I have high hopes for my future here in ACW, and I can honestly say that I don't think I can picture in another promotion after my time in ACW is up.
Charlotte King | ACW Interviewer
How does it feel to go out and compete in front of thousands of fans each week?
Taylor smiles.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
To be honest, it's indescribable. It is amazing to be able to compete in front of so many fans. It makes a lot of difference having thousands of fans watching you instead of having 100 if you're lucky. It definitely spurs you on and makes you want to do the best you can. When you can hear the crowd chanting your name it just feels as though you have a sudden burst of energy because you don't want to let them down. I am just happy that I am able to showcase my talent to such a large audience. It is great to be able to win and make your fans happy; I think the matches here are much better because both of the competitors both have more of a purpose in the match, as you don't want to let your supporters down. Some superstars find it hard having so many people watching you distracting, I just find that I can build off the chanting of the fans and swing the momentum of the match in my favour. To me it also another factor of where all the hard work I have put in over the years is worth it.
King seems to be pleased about the interview is going.
Charlotte King | ACW Interviewer
So far you have faced Thunderkiss, Josh The Jersey Boy, Prince and later on tonight Deux Nous - is there anyone specific you would like to compete against?
Taylor thinks for a little while before replying.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Not really. So far I have been pleased with all my matches, I have had the chance to compete against Thunderkiss and although I lost against him I still enjoyed having the opportunity to face one of the top people in the company. Josh and Prince were great opponents also, and I learned a bit about how to counter high flyers during my match against Prince. I don't have anyone specific I would like to compete against; everyone in the company is a great superstar so just to have a match on each show makes me happy. There is a big diversity of styles here, and to have a different opponent each week helps to mix it up a bit and keep things interesting. Of course it is more rewarding when you manage to beat someone who is more experienced than you, but I still enjoy each match I have.
Charlotte King | ACW Interviewer
Now for the final question; tonight you will be facing off against the debuting Deux Nous - are you confident going into tonight's match?
Taylor runs his hand through his hair and thinks for a few seconds before replying to the question.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Well I guess I am. No disrespect to my opponent but if you go into a match thinking negatively then you're going to lose. My opponent is a lot bigger than me so I am sure it will be a tough match. I'll have to make sure I make good use of my technical abilities to be able to out wrestle him before he can just use his power to win. It will be interesting to see how the match plans out, as it is his debut so I have been unable to do research into his previous matches. It will be a challenge trying to wrestle a competitor of his size, no doubt about it - but I am confident in my abilities that I will be able to overcome his size and power and walk out of the arena with the victory.
King looks pleased about how the interview has gone.
Charlotte King | ACW Interviewer
Thank you for your time, good luck in your Pay-Per-View debut!
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
No problem and thank you.
The interview has finished, both King and Taylor make their way to the door and exit the room.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:54:15 GMT -5
The 14K Triad Chapter 1: Return Home Part 1: Those Suspicious Chinese Guys (Credit: ?) Mid October 2007 “Train? Fuck That! I just worked my ass off for right straight months. I deserve a break. But I can’t get lazy. I got it, I’ll just go home. Dad will make me work out a little bit there. The perfect plan. It’s not anything with happen.” Famout Last Words....
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His voice carries through the hallway as he walks out of the plane to get into the terminal.Jake: Yeah, mom, I just got into the terminal. You got my stuff already, right? Through the exit way from Gate C41, a sharply dressed Jake Cheng strolls down through the terminal of the Hong Kong International Airport. He continues his way out of the terminal and into the main section of the airport. He notices a group of restaurants and sits down at one of the tables in the McDonalds section.Jake: Ok, good…no, I only have a backpack that I used for carry on. After reminding himself, he takes the backpack off his back and puts it on the floor in between his legs.Jake: So when are you coming to pick me up? You can’t? How about Da….he isn’t around….business meeting? A sushi business meeting? What about Jessica, doesn’t she have a car? Damn, ok I’ll just walk to the subway station. I’ll be fine…yes I have money. Yeah, I’ll have to call you when I get there because I don’t know where to go. Ok…love you too. Bye. Jake clicks his phone shut, puts it in his pocket, picks up his backpack and keeps on going. He sighs deeply as he walks toward the exit. Halfway down the hallway, he is stopped by a television. It was practically calling his name…TV: Former ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion Jake Cheng... Read that as literally calling his name. Jake’s attention turns to the screen that shows a picture of him kicking someone in the face with the caption “Welcome Home” under it. Cheng smiles and turns away from the television as the picture changes to another Chinese man with the caption “Welcome Home?” But Jake is uninterested because Cheng is a common name and what does he care if some alleged mafia boss is returning back to Hong Kong the same day he is.
Leaving the airport, Jake walks out to a great fall day in downtown Hong Kong. It isn’t too cold and it’s not too hot, but it is sunny. Jake takes out his sunglasses out of his suit jacket pocket, brushes his dreads out of his face and places the mirror shades over his eyes.
Downtown Hong Kong looks just like any other metropolis from far away and the front the airport looks like any other airport. Crying mothers and uncaring children, knowing they will see their crazy Great Aunt at the next family reunion, wishing their families a safe ride home. And some rejoice, greetings and kissing fly between family members coming together, handshakes between co-workers and hugs among friends, but still joy nonetheless.
But there is one exception to the mass of people in the crowd at the from of the airport; two men set themselves apart from the norm. The two men are dressed much like the former ACW Light-Heavyweight champion, suit and tie, dress shirt, nice clacks and shiny shoes. These guys had a bad vibe about them. They were both muscular but had different builds. One man, around six feet, 240 pounds, flicks a cigarette onto the ground and stomps it out. The man next to him reads a comic book called “The Ninth Wonder.” This man is BLANK. And Jake can’t help notice their extreme suspiciousness. He stared at them as he walked closer to them.
And almost at the same time, they both look up at him and he tries to pull it off like nothing was wrong. They kept their glance on him and he tried to look away and sped up as he walked past them. The man wit the comic book shut it and put it back in the car. When Jake as about to turn the corner he stopped and looked back at them. They were staring directly at one another even though they were a good fifty feet apart. Unfortunately for Jake, that distance was decreasing fast; the Chinese men started a sprint from their car toward the mysterious man.Jake: ...SHIT! End Of Part1
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:55:49 GMT -5
Match 3: DiaVolo vs Rena Matheson- I Quit Match (Credit: DiaVolo) With high impact action so far tonight the fans are getting more than their moneys worth and there is still plenty more on its way! The next match up is not about titles and not about respect, it is about pure hatred. After a huge upset over Rena, DiaVolo’s fiancée was viciously attacked and hospitalized for the last couple of weeks. The only way to settle this feud is with as much pain as possible, thus the forthcoming “I Quit” Match. The fans are anxious to watch this classic battle when “Lighters Up” comes on the loud speaker and Rena comes out. She marches toward the ring carrying the same chair she used to injure Raven. The fans give out a lot of boo’s as Rena climbs in the ring. She goes to the middle and poses as fireworks shoot out around her. She puts the chair outside the ring as lights go off and strobe lights fill the arena.…..Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN inThe music continues to play as the camera pans over the arena looking for DiaVolo. Finally it stops above the opposite side of the entrance and DiaVolo is standing there with the fans. The fans are going nuts with DiaVolo right next to them as he begins to walk down to the ring pointing and cussing at Rena in the ring.Are you motherfuckers ready For the new shit? Stand up and admit, tomorrow's never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and admit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, Stand up and admit.He gets to the barrier and jumps over and slides into the ring as Rena climbs out. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the fans as they cover him with cheers. He goes to the other turnbuckle and raises his arms and gets more cheers and camera’s flashing all over the arena. He climbs down and Rena is already in the ring. He says some words to her that is too raw for or younger fans to hear. The ref goes to the corner and rings the bell..DING DING DING! As soon as the bell ring DiaVolo runs to meet Rena with a clothesline but she ducks and catches him in a falling neck breaker. DiaVolo jumps up and clocks her upside the head three times. When she stumbles back DiaV flips her the bird and plants her with a standing dropkick. He picks her but Rena kicks him the lower region and hits stalling DDT on mat. She rolls on top of him and violently punches him with lefts and rights repeatedly. She gets up and screams at him and boots him hard in the ribs. She picks him up and throws him off the ropes and bends down to flip him over but DiaV leap frogs over her and bounces back and clotheslines her over the top rope. She stumbles to her feet as DiaV connects with a spring board senton on top of her. The fans let out a big cheer as both wrestles roll around on the floor and a replay is shown on the Alphatron. DiaV uses the ring to get up but Rena is up at the same time leaning on the announcers table. DiaV goes to grab her but she quickly turns and cracks him in the head with the monitor sending him crashing to the floor. She rips the plug out and takes the monitor and smashes it into DiaVs head as hard as possible multiple times, busting him open and leaving him bleeding. The ref comes with the mic and asks if DiaVolo quits. He holds the mic to DiaVs face but DiaV smacks the mic away from his face. Rena laughs at him and picks him up and smashes his head against the announcer table once…twice..and when she goes for the third one DiaV elbows her in the gut and smashes her head against it! DiaV puts her on the table and sets her up to be put through the table but Rena counters and quickly plants him with the HELL IN HEELS through the table!! DiaVolo is not moving as Rena crawls to her feet. DiaVolo is bleeding even more now but she is not through. Rena takes the chair she used on Raven and lines it up with DiaVolos throat. She raises it above her head and is about to smash it into his throat but then… Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN inRena is confused as she drops the chair and looks around. Just then Raven walks down the ramp as the fans explode. Raven gets in Rena’s face who laughs which is met by a slap from Raven. Rena grabs her face and now furious she grabs Raven by the hair. She winds up to hit Raven in the throat but Raven pulls out pepper spray and sprays Rena in the face! She turns around grabbing her eyes but DiaVolo is there and hits the TOTAL ECLIPSE! HE rolls Rena into the ring and picks her up and hits a harder TOTAL ECLIPSE sending her flying to the mat. Raven puts the chair around Rena’s throat and DiaVolo heads up the top turnbuckle. Raven takes the mic and tells Rena if she doesn’t quit DiaVolo is going to stomp the chair into Rena’s throat. Rena: I QUIT! I QUI……Before she can get the second “Quit” out DiaVolo jumps and stomps the chair into Rena’s neck causing her to gush blood from her mouth as the ref rings the bells.Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…….DIAVOLO!!!!DiaVolo’s music plays and he and Raven celebrate in the ring as medics rush to check on Rena. Raven and DiaVolo passionately kiss in the middle ring and walk up the ramp having finally gotten their pay back. The fans cheer as they disappear to the back and Rena is helped to the back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:56:40 GMT -5
Segment: The Battle of Who Could Care Less (Credit: Flamingo)
Adrian Flamingo lost touch with a lot of things in his life, but it was nothing he particularly bitched and moaned about. In his world, if it didn’t directly benefit him or to the accomplishment of certain goals than it was worth shedding. In all honesty, he didn’t really even need much to get by. He had a car, he had a home, and he had enough money to keep himself going in case something happened. His was a life of confinement, solitude, and solace and he preferred it that way.
The white sand was particularly cool this morning in Venice Beach, which was odd considering the wild fires and all. Thousands upon thousands were losing their homes and everything in them. It’s funny how quick everyone is to respond to this particular natural disaster, but New Orleans is still out there in left field without any sort of direction. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that it’s California and New Orleans was Louisiana? After all, the United States have always had a petty backhand policy to southern states since the South had the balls to attempt to leave the union. Abraham Lincoln was a dick, read up on him whenever you get the chance. Adrian also read about the super flu that was picking of kids in the past week or two like it was Tim Curry in clown make-up. The perils of everyday existence didn’t bother him too much.
Regardless, the beach was still cool to stand on to look into the end of the world. Yup, Adrian could spend hours looking into the horizon above the ocean because it had a calming effect on him. He didn’t really know what was all the way over there or if there was anything. For all he knew, he would find himself miles away from the shore with nothing around him. Maybe, just maybe, he would find himself at a waterfall that ran off of the earth and washed down on to Mars. One could dream. A small buzzing in his back pocket startled Adrian out of his daydream. After retrieving the small silver device from his back pocket, Adrian flipped it open.
Flamingo: “Yes?”
Karen: “Adrian… it’s mom… she’s not doing so good.”
Flamingo: “Has she ever done well, sis?”
Karen: “No I mean she’s really bad, Adrian. We’re in a hospital in New York where she’s practically on life support.”
Adrian looked out into the end of the world again and sighed to himself.
Flamingo: “Well what’s wrong with her?”
Adrian could hear his sister choke on tears as she did her best to hold them back.
Karen: “The doctors say her liver is failing.”
Now it was Adrian’s turn to try to choke back on something. However if there were tears, they would be from laughter.
Flamingo: “Well who didn’t see that coming, eh?”
Karen: “I know, right? Nathan says he misses you.”
Adrian smiled a little to himself as a mental picture of Kid Flamingo popped up in his head. Oh the Kid, Adrian was so sorry for what was going to happen to him later in life, but there was nothing he could do about it. As soon as he hit 14 he was going to be shipped off to prep school just like Adrian had been when he was that age. Oh well, Adrian turned out a bizarre individual and he could only hope that the Kid turned out the same way.
Flamingo: “Anyway, what does this have to do with me?”
Karen: “Wait, WHAT!? This has plenty to do with you, Adrian. For god’s sake, she’s our mother! She wants us to be here with her.”
Flamingo: “Well, that would be the first time she’s ever really wanted me around then. Nothing personal, Sis, but I’m going to have to pass. I have better things to do than play the loving son for her dying wishes. If you could do me a favor, though, I’d really appreciate it if you reminded her that there is no god and talking to imaginary friends is really unbecoming.”
Karen: “Fuck you, Adrian.”
Click. Adrian had a smile on his face. He had waited twenty years for this moment and he knew that Karen had been too. Their mother was plague on them from the very second they were born. At five years old Adrian knew what could ease a hangover thanks to his mother and her alcoholic tendencies. Karen was only pretending to care to stay in good light with their dad, but Adrian could care less. He would however be there when it was his father’s turn to shrivel up and die. Adrian was a man of his word and he told his dad on the day he left home for Mexico that he wanted to be the last thing that son of a bitch saw before he died.
Adrian Flamingo is an angry man, but right now, he was too busy with the end of the world to dwell on his family’s issues at this time.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:57:11 GMT -5
Segment: Reminder of the Past (Credit: Starr, Yoko, Jade) [Nearly three years ago. That’s how long it’s been since Andrew Starr had first faced off against Yoko Satoshi. Light Heavyweight gold was on the line at that time, but this time it isn’t for something monetarily worthwhile. This is more for personal respect. Over the last three years, Andrew has gone through many changes, had many feuds, and received many threats. Now is the time that Starr is thinking over these. Walking along the ACW corridors, Starr reflects on his past with Yoko and ACW.] Starr: All these years, all these changes to the arena. Nothing is the same anymore, it’s upgraded beyond all I thought it could be.[He comes up to what used to be a fork, but apparently the wall has been sealed off since then. A subtle darkness seems to be creeping through the bottom.] Starr: Hmm, didn't this used to go to... nevermind...[He puts that memory behind him and moves on to where he originally intended to go. A few different ACW staff members eye him as he walks along the halls, and he eventually comes to a stop in front of a door. Turns out it’s Yoko's door. Go figure.] Starr: Finally, I’m here. Now for the message.[Starr reaches into a gym bag he has brought with him and pulls something out. After a quick inspection, he places it in front of the door. He pulls away, and the camera reveals a replica of one of Yoko's paper lanterns. In fact, it’s not a replica at all. It looks far too worn and faded to be new.] Starr: Ah, the symbolic lantern. Yoko, you have been leaving these for your opponents since you arrived in ACW. In fact, I was the first recipient of such an honor. I have not forgotten either. This lantern here, the one I’m now leaving for you, is in fact the same one that you gave me three years ago. I have kept it all these years, kind of a memento to past battles that have been significant to my career.
Now, it’s my turn to give it back. Today, you and I have a real one-on-one, man to woman battle. The EotR tournament match was just a warm-up, along with the Entourage/Prison Break match last week. Now you will see me in full form, fully prepared for you. We have had monumental meetings in the past, and this is set to be yet another one. I hope you like your present, see you at the show.[Starr takes one final look at the lantern, lights it, and slowly walks off to his locker room to prepare for his match some more. A few minutes after he leaves, a noise is heard from inside the locker room. Then the door opens, and…Jade comes out.] Jade: I’m serious, I heard someone out here fucking talking to themselves. [She looks around for whoever it was, but sees no one. Then she sees the lantern.] Jade: Yoko, you got some gift. [Jade takes it inside to show her. Yoko glances at for less than a second; she’s too occupied putting on some familiar black attire.] Yoko: I was wondering if anyone would ever decide to return one of those. He’s brave. Jade: You mean this is a lantern you already sent? Yoko: Yeah, over three years ago. My first lantern, actually. [Yoko now pulls on the mask that goes with her outfit tonight.] Yoko: How do I look? Jade: Next year you’re being something different. Ghostface isn’t scary anymore. Yoko: Bah. At least I have a costume. Jade: Oh, I have a costume. For the actual day. Yoko: Maybe I do too. Considered that? [Jade looks at her.] Jade: I hope so. This costume you have now is old and doesn’t even give me any panty shots. [Yoko crosses her arms, reminding Jade their relationship isn’t like that…yet.] Jade: Oh, like I can’t admire you. Get over it and don’t be a bitch. Yoko: I guess you’re right. I’m sorry. Jade: Apology accepted. Now take off the mask so I can give you a kiss for good luck. [An apologetic Ghostface…that isn’t scary at all! Hopefully Yoko has a different mindset during the big match!] End
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