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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:58:00 GMT -5
Segment: Making a statement Credit: Jon Taylor
The PPV is well under way and it isn't long until Deus Noxus makes his debut in ACW against Jon Taylor. The backstage area seems to be calmer than earlier on in the evening, and the superstars who have already had their matches can be seen relaxing and socialising. Taylor can be seen sitting in a room which is used for the superstars to issues challenges, make a statement or if they just have something to say regarding ACW. In front of Taylor is a video camera. He leans forward and turns it on.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Tonight I make my Pay-Per-View debut against new signee Deus Nexus. Tonight what I have worked for my whole career finally starts to come into place. It may have taken what seems almost an age but I will finally fulfil my dream of appearing on Pay-Per-View. Ever since I watched my first PPV as a child, I have always dreamt of the day that I would be able to compete on a stage as big as this. At times throughout my wrestling career I have doubted my ability to make it this far, but I still carried on. My journey has been a long and hard one, and tonight is just another stop on my way to fulfilling my dream of becoming one of the best technical wrestlers in the world. Many of my fellow wrestlers have given up, but now it is time for me to reap the rewards for my endurance. Although my ACW career is still in its infant stages it feels as if I have accomplished so much already. I have done so much which a year ago I would never of thought I could do. Making it this far has only helped to make me more determined to go even further with my career.
Deus, you are not only making your PPV debut but also your ACW debut, it is an honour for me to have a match and I hope you feel the same way. You may have the power advantage, and the size advantage but don't think this is going to just be an easy for victory for you - it's not. I have come too far to start losing now, and each victory I have here in ACW only drives me more to continue winning. My victories against Josh and Prince have only shown me that I do infact have the ability to compete at this level, and i'll be damned if I start losing now. I take every opportunity which comes my way and grab it with both of my hands.
Tonight I will be going down to that ring with one thing on my mind - to make a statement. It is time to show that Jon Taylor is no one to take lightly, and that I am going to be around for a long time yet. The veterans don't take the rookies seriously, and it's time to show them that they should. I look forward to my match Deus Noxus, not only because it is on PPV but to also show that power means nothing. Many of the higher people on the roster believe that a rookie is no threat, well it's time for me to show them that I can and will keep up with the best. I am in the best shape of my life, mentally and physically and it's time to show that Jon Taylor is the man that everyone should be scared to face, not the other way round. I am not scared of any one in this company, and I am happy to take on anyone who comes knocking on my locker room saying they can beat me in a wrestling match.
Taylor clearly emotional looks intense, he takes a few moments to relax, just staring into the video camera before leaning forward and switching it off.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 14:59:57 GMT -5
Match 4: Jon Taylor vs. Deus Noxus (Credit: Shikari)
Once again unto the arena, etc, where Max McNally is getting nicely warmed up for the forthcoming contest.
Maxwell McNally: This next match promises to show two of the newest members of the ACW roster. Both Jon Taylor and Deus Noxus have something to prove here, win or lose, the stage is theirs to put on a top notch performance.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: I agree, Maxie, it's about time we got some new blood here, and I think both of these guys have a huge amount of potential!
The fans are in their seats when Numb by Linkin park plays. Taylor runs out, clapping the hands of the fans at ringside, and the audience cheers loudly as Jon enters the ring.
Phillip Jones: Announcing first, haling from Louisville, Kentucky, weighing in at two hundred and thirty eight pounds, Jon Taylor!
Deus is next as Fog fills the ramp and in a flash of fire Deus appears and then slowly makes his way to the ring, seemingly staring straight through the ring and his opponent as he does so.
Phillip: Announcing next, hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, Deus Noxus!
Noxus slides in and circles Taylor, and the match gets underway without pause.
Bell rings.
Noxus smirks as Taylor looks for an opening with his fists raised. Taylor runs in but Deus calmly yakuza kicks him in the jaw. Jon climbs up to his feet and locks up with Noxus. Jon suddenly drop toe holds Noxus but he rolls out of the way before Taylor can apply the head lock. Deus stomps Taylor as he climbs up then nails him with some stiff punches and a knee to the gut. Deus goes for an STO but Taylor moves out the way and hits a high angle back suplex. Taylor lets Deus climb to his feet and enzigures him then puts Noxus in a body scissors. Noxus manages to roll over and get Taylor’s shoulders to the mat.
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Maxwell: A very close fall by Noxus.
Both men clamber up to there feet and Deus starts hitting Jon with knife edged chops to the corner. Noxus gets in a flurry of punches and kicks then a clothesline. Taylor catches a punch but Deus lands a head but then ducks behind him and hooks him round the waist. Taylor fights out then hits a sick swinging neck breaker. Taylor boots Noxus to the bottom rope then plants an elbow on Noxus’es head. Taylor runs at the opposite ropes then comes back with a base ball slide, sending Noxus outside. Taylor climbs up to the top rope but Deus jumps up to the apron and throws Jon face first into the mat! Noxus climbs up top and when Taylor is up comes down with a diving boot, and makes the pin.
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KICKOUT!
Noxus is shocked and starts pounding on Taylor. After landing many a punch Noxus climbs to his feet and rests in the corner. Noxus runs in with a clothesline attempt but Jon ducks and rolls him up. The ref gets to 1 but notices Noxus is on the ropes.
Eddie: This match is getting exciting Maxwell.
Maxwell: Very much so Eddie.
Jon is first up and puts Noxus in a double underhook hold then pushes him to the turnbuckle. Noxus tries pushing out but cant. After a long struggle Deus picks Jon up in a power slam and hits it in the very center of the ring. Noxus grabs Jon by the arm but he rolls out before a hold can be locked in. Noxus decides to twist Taylor’s arm instead and starts battering him in the head with knees. Finally Deus lets go after a massive knee to the face of Jon who reels back in pain. Noxus starts closing in but Taylor elbows him in the gut then lands a snap suplex hard onto the mat. Deus yells in pain as Jon dives onto him in a pin.
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KICKOUT!
Jon takes Deus by the arm and whips him to the ropes then hits a northern lights suplex with a bridge.
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KICKOUT!
Both men rise up and Noxus plants a knee in Taylors gut then a Noxus slam! Noxus paces round the fallen Jon as he tries to climb up. When Taylor gets up Deus runs in for a Deus boot but Jon ducks then hits a quick electric chair drop.
Eddie: DANGEROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
The fans start a lets go Taylor chant as he plays to them while stomping Deus in the head, setting up for the Taylor Driver. Deus fights his way up and grabs Taylor by the foot and stands up. Noxus pushes Jon back then runs in with a big clothesline! Taylor fights his way up but is met with a chokeslam! Well that’s what Noxus wanted but Jon manages to kick his way out then lifts him up high before dropping down to a brain buster into a cover!
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KICKOUT AT 2.5!
Jon jumps up then locks in an Indian death lock! Noxus struggles and is locked in for over a minute! Deus just gets to the ropes and Jon lets him go. Both get up and Taylor boots him then hits a Taylor DDT! Taylor tries lifting Noxus up but he pushes Jon away then hits a standing spinebuster which he has entitled the Darkness buster!
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KICKOUT!
Noxus stalks Jon as he gets up, boots him in the gut and tries for the Goth drop. But Jon rolls out at the last second then when Deus turns around, kicks him in the midsection, going around into a rear facelock and somehow hoists the monster into the air, before turning and dropping him straight on his face with a Taylor Driver! Deus is utterly wiped out as Jon covers him.
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The referee raises Jon's hand up high as he stands over Deus.
Maxwell: That was a very back and forth match, I couldn’t tell who would win until the final bell was sounded. And while we have plenty of action to go here, that Taylor Driver on Deus Noxus is going to end up being one of the highlights of the show, no doubt.
Eddie: Me neither, what a match, that was a great showcase! Here's hoping we see much more from both of these guys!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:00:58 GMT -5
Segment: Of Hype and More Hype (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
The scene slowly fades in to join ACW's beloved Senatorial Stable, all ready for the inevitable light that will turn on on the camera. While the fading is continuing, the fans can already make out Jonny Hughes and Ricky Falcon sitting in a very relaxed posture on the couch, with the Senator standing above them, and Hunter rather distanced from all of them, looking through the window silently. When the little red light pops up, the Senator clears his throat to begin.
Senator: Well gentlemen, another important PPV has come. The Senatorial Stable has come into almost every single ACW PPV fully prepared to face whatever challenge comes our way, and more often than not, we have been able to overcome these challenges. And, if it is not too bold of me to say so, I think that tonight will be yet another one of those nights. Mr. Hughes...
Jonny looks up from his “football” magazine.
Senator: Tonight you face Dan White, a wrestler with whom myself and Hunter are both very familiar with. He and I are certain that you will overcome him. Dan is a strong competitor, but you are an excellent one...I would not have picked you otherwise.
Hughes: I don't intend on making you regret your decision to do that. I am confident of success tonight.
Senator: Excellent, excellent. I myself am fully prepared to face Adrian Flamingo...he has made an annoying pest of himself over the last month or so, but tonight, that will end, and I will continue to reign over the International Title.
He pauses briefly, and then notices Falcon sitting quietly on the couch.
Senator: But what about you, Mr. Falcon? I would expect to have seen you on the card...anything wrong here?
Falcon: Well I would be, but I have some personal things that I need to take care of right now...
Senator: Ah, I see. And lastly, we come to Hunter, who will more than likely bring us back the ACW World Title. Am I correct in that assumption, Hunter?
Hunter looks at him slightly, and then returns to staring out the window.
Hunter: I hope.
The Senator chuckles.
Senator: I know that you have been preparing for this match for a while now, do you think that you can take---
Hunter: Why does everyone continue to ask me about whether or not I think I can take him? That question's been asked too many goddamn times by Kevin, because that seems to be the only thing that he can think up in an interview, and now you're on my ass about it? Look, I don't plan these things out. Have I been preparing for Starkweather? Of course, I'm not insane. But do I think I can beat him? I have no earthly fucking idea, and I won't know until that match is over, the bell rings, and one of us is standing outside of the ring with the World Championship held high above his head. You all know full well what that championship means to me, and I am hell bent on taking it back for myself tonight. Stop asking me what I think, because that doesn't matter. All that does matter is what I can do. And no one knows that except me.
And with that, he walks away from the window and disappears into the room marked by the single, solid door that reads “Locker Room”. Hughes slowly rises, but the Senator motions him to sit down once more.
Senator: He will be fine, do not worry. It is just the nerves prior to his match, it happens.
Hughes nods.
Senator: Oh well, gentlemen, regardless of all of our personal feelings, I am certain that tonight we will show ACW just exactly why we are the longest lasting and most dominant stable in this organization's history. And, as Hunter brings home the ACW World Heavyweight Title, as I successfully defend my International Title against Flamingo, after Jonny Hughes shows Dan White what the Stable is made of, we will be back on top of the world...and that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth.
And with that, the camera takes his cue. There is no better way to end it.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:01:38 GMT -5
Segment: A miserable pile of secrets (Credit: AK/Echo)
It’s fairly early in the night, and as both Alicia Laureano nor her erstwhile knee-throwing counterpart have yet to see any action so far, one might expect both of them (particularly the latter) to be cloistered away, shadowboxing the air and psyching themselves up for the trials to come. Certainly not paying social calls or anything of that sort.
One would be wrong, at least mostly.
Echo’s room barely qualifies as “illuminated” as AK approaches it; the slightly ajar door reveals that it’s lit dimly enough that its occupant might well be napping. Knowing about Echo’s tendencies to do so, AK pauses thoughtfully before knocking. She doesn’t, after all, want to wake her friend up, both because it would be rude and because Echo doesn’t seem like the type to take that kind of thing well. Just as she’s about to turn away, though, a familiar voice, muffled by distance and walls though it may be, catches her attention.
?: And it has helped, hasn’t it, Ayres?
?: …Maybe. I’ll…oh…I’ll concede that much.
Brushing aside a slight inhibition, she nudges the door open slightly more, peering through it with a single eye…which immediately widens at the sight before it.
Although they’re both decent, in the generally-accepted sense of the term, the position she’s caught them in is most definitely not. Echo, seated on the arm of the couch, has both arms and a leg wrapped around Joachim, who stands facing her, mouth buried somewhere in her neck. The “oh” AK’s just heard is only the first of its kind, and being replicated in short order.
Echo: All right, so…it does work after all. What’s your point? You want me to…
She squirms, sucking in a sharp breath, in a manner entirely unlike that which we’ve seen of her before. Clearly one of Joachim’s hands has found what it was looking for.
Echo: …you want me to become some kind of psycho 24/7? It’s enough that I just let it out in the ring, all right? Give me a chance here, maybe I already reached a balance. Has it ever occurred to y--
Joachim: Don’t lie to me, Ayres, it’s obvious enough to both of us you’re still firmly entrenched in melancholy.
He breaks off from her neck for a few seconds and the two exchange several brief, almost violent pecks on the lips. AK is getting the impression by now that she really, really does not need to watch this, but something entirely unbidden holds her in place, listening to the exchange that’s ensuing.
Joachim: What you do, m’dear, is who you are, and if you fulfill your potential a fifth of the time and spend the rest moping in a dark room, listening to that damned music that’s barely more than a two-note progression, dare I ask what that makes you?
Echo arches her back as he bites at the base of her throat, her nails scoring futilely over the sleeves of his long overcoat, and snorts dismissively, as if in laughter.
Echo: Fair enough. At least I could say I know who I am then.
Joachim: Ah, Ayres. What is the misery of self-alienation?
He finds a particularly sensitive spot at the base of her neck, and one of her arms reaches up behind her to squeeze at the couch’s frame. Echo’s head turns to the door, and AK quickly ducks out of sight, not that Echo would be in any condition to notice her anyway.
Joachim: Do tell. Is it akin to the agony of perpetuity?
Echo: Of what?
Joachim: Indefinition, my dear. The ennui of day after day after damned day with nothing left to define you. The murderous, inexorable dragging on of time without the suitable diversion of variety.
Another “ooh” from Echo escapes from behind the door; she might not be giving his words her full attention.
Joachim: And underneath it all…ahh. Fear, perhaps, a lingering sense of dread that someday there’ll be nothing left, that you’ll have been swept away to obsoletion in your own wave of progress. A dread that is the antithesis of faith itself, with whose existence it is eternally intertwined.
It comes barely as a whisper, and AK has to strain to hear Joachim, particularly over Echo’s loud and decidedly pleased murmurings.
Joachim: It’ll be over all too soon, Echo, and what’ll there be for those like us? Mm?
Echo: …You’re so far over my head sometimes, ‘Chim, I’m not even sure you’re over it at all.
There is a certain element of time constraint to tonight, after all, and Alicia’s reached the limits of voyeuristic guilt. Straightening up, she takes a breath and bangs forcefully on the door, perhaps a bit harder than she’d intended to. A quick scuffling sound comes from within (it sounds rather like Echo falling off the couch), followed by a rapid succession of footsteps, and Joachim, looking none the worse for wear, pushes the door open.
Joachim: Ah, Mrs. Laureano. Such a pleasure as always.
The same cannot be said of Echo, who’s sprawled rather awkwardly half-on and half-off the couch, face slightly flushed, hair disheveled and quite clearly standing to attention under her tank top. She blinks at AK with a look stopping somewhere between shock and embarrassment, which would actually be fairly amusing if it weren’t in context of the entire overheard conversation. Alicia takes this in stride and spares Echo from any further awkwardness by focusing on the other half of the pair.
AK: Yes. I believe we were supposed to discuss some things?
Joachim: Mm. I’ll be right back, Ayres.
Echo: …I…all right.
As the two exit, Echo sits up, looking slightly bewildered…and perhaps just a little frustrated. With whom her frustration lies, however, is entirely open to interpretation.
AK: So, what was it you wanted to go over?
Joachim: Several things, actually. About tonight, though…
Their voices fade off into the distance, and Echo plops back down on the sofa’s cushions, muttering something entirely indeterminate to herself…and just a hint of red smoldering in her eyes.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:02:44 GMT -5
Segment: Keep Yourself Alive (Credit: Dan White)
We're backstage, as per usual, and Kevin Anderson is holding a microphone, looking a little nervous. As usual. He begins to talk. No perfect, no-nonsense interview segment.
Kevin: Hello ACW, and I'm happy to inform you all that prior to his match which is coming up next, I have “the Welsh Dragon”, Dan White with me today.
The mere mention of Dan is enough to send the crowd into cheers, who despite his defeat last Monday, looks content, smirking into the camera.
Kevin: Now Dan, last Monday night you faced – and lost – to Echo for the Entertainment Championship. Do you feel any anger, concern perhaps for the way you performed that night?
Dan chortles at Kevin.
Dan: Kevin, what the hell are you talking about? You're saying it's a mockery to be out-wrestled by a girl?
Dan thrusts the microphone into Kevin's mouth, who looks evermore nervous.
Kevin: Well um, it's just-
Dan: Shut your mouth, you waste of space. Echo was better than me on Monday, there's no denying it. She's had more practice over the last three or four months, whilst Dan has sat on his arse, drinking beer after beer, getting unfitter and unfitter by the day. So when it came down to it, Your Hero didn't stand a chance!
Kevin: Um, okay, but do you not feel you've missed out on a great opportunity to win the Entertainment Title for a second time?
Dan snarls at Kevin.
Dan: Look, I don't give two shits about what happened in my match on Monday. Yes I missed out on a great opportunity, but I wasn't the best person in that match, so I don't care. There is one word I'll use for the situation: Gutted. But like I said I don't care. Ask me about my match which is next, for the record.
Kevin: Oh, of course. So any words to Jonny Hughes before your match?
Dan's not convinced at all by Kevin's interviewing skills.
Dan: Kevin, where the hell did you get your Journalist's Degree? Out of a Kinder Egg? That's a very stupid question. But to answer it, I'll say that teaming up for the Chairman is not going to get you anywhere, Mr. Hughes. Nor is being backed by some stupid little stable like the Senatorial Stable. It's what I call nervy. It's what I call “not being able to look after yourself”. It's what I call-
Crowd: WEAK!!!
Dan smirks as the crowd begin to catch on to his new catchphrase.
Kevin: But surely you must feel that the match could be more competitive had you won the Entertainment Title?
Aha, back to that old fucking subject about fucking Echo and the fucking Entertainment Title. Apologies for the excessive swearing, but I feel it was just. But Dan doesn't whack Kevin, but instead takes a deep breath, and slowly nods his head.
Dan: Alright Kevin, that's your final warning, you stupid son of a bitch. Sure, the match may have been more “competitive” had that title been on the line, but at the end of the day, this match is purely about revenge and grudges, and I for one wouldn't put some stupid two-bit belt in the way of that. And that, my friend, is a right touch.
Dan walks off, as the beat to “Princes of the Universe” quietly plays in the background. The crowd cheers loudly as we fade to commercials, with Dan-Hughes coming up next!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:04:00 GMT -5
Match 5: Dan White vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: Dan)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
Note: Match ends in a DRAW.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:04:32 GMT -5
Segment: A House Divided (Credit: AK/Echo)
Alone in the locker room now, Echo sits up on the sofa, looking back towards the now-closed door. They’re both gone; though either of them would’ve sufficed to keep her content, she’s left in solitude, and although the expression on her face remains, as always, a carefully guarded mask, a very palpable feeling of resentment seems to resonate from her.
She stands, and walks across the room, looking into the mirror with a sigh.
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Joachim: You’re looking determined tonight.
Alicia’s elegant companion displays his penchant for understatement once again as the two enter the hall outside the locker room, and he’s right. She seems more than serious enough to carry the whole show by herself, and it draws one of those bemused half-smiles from him.
Alicia: You said you wanted to speak to me again, yes?
Joachim: Not wasting any time, I see. Good; you’ll need that mindset. So I take it you’ve formed some sort of “game plan” for tonight?
They turn a corner and continue down a hallway in a rhythm of sharp clicks against the floor. Alicia notices that in addition to his well-cut suit and overcoat, Joachim’s added a jewel-headed cane to his ensemble, which only contributes to the cacophony they make as they walk. She nods at his question, producing a response carefully formulated over several hours of rationalization…
Alicia: Yes. I’m going to combine my superior speed with a tactical selection of weaponry to weaken his lower body, then-
….and it’s shot down in mid-sentence with a somewhat-patronizing sniff from Joachim.
Joachim: Ahem. Insufficient.
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Really, she hadn’t expected to be in the building tonight at all, Echo reasons, letting her eyes trace over her reflection in the glass. Management asked her to help break in some of the newer acquisitions, “since she wasn’t doing anything at the time”, and she accepted. Besides, ‘Chim wanted to come tonight, for whatever reason--
---well, not whatever reason, she corrects herself, with a twinge of bitterness. It’s fairly obvious now. She turns and leans back against the mirror, taking a small bit of comfort from the cool sensation of its surface against her skin.
Maybe it’s unfair to think that way. She’s tired, stressed, and right now, unbelievably frustrated (in more ways than one at this point); it’d be wrong to just pin all the blame on both of them. Perhaps she’s just taking this out on people who don’t deserve it; they’re only human, after all, and certainly not obligated to her…
As the camera pans around Echo, obscuring the mirror from sight, it appears in the polished surface behind her.
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Alicia: I beg your pardon?
She actually stops walking for a second to stare at Joachim in either astonishment, indignation, or both. He does no such thing and keeps walking, and after a second she has to double-step to catch up to him.
Joachim: You know what you have to do, but you’re planning around it. That road, m’dear, leads to failure, and nothing else. I’d suggest you rethink this.
Alicia frowns as her ego flushes hot inside her.
Alicia: Look, don’t think what you’re suggesting hasn’t been put to me a thousand times before. I’ve heard more than enough in the past about how I need to let go of my “moral inhibitions” and “do whatever’s necessary”, and despite what everyone and their dog seems to think, I’ve managed perfectly well without resorting to gutter tactics.
As happens so often, her words draw a cadaverous smile from his thin lips; for once it seems to hold legitimate amusement, though the target of its amusement is, unsettlingly, not entirely clear.
Joachim: Admirable.
He chuckles, a melodic sound despite its less friendly undertones.
Joachim: But while holding fast through adversity is all well and good, your objective here is not to be a martyr. It is to conquer, to succeed and dominate, to become, forgive me, the alpha male. The people looking up to you to slay the beast will turn on you in an instant, believe me, if you fail where they expect you to succeed. Even if you fail because you stayed true to your principles. Trust me. I know.
Alicia senses the slightest hint of agitation in his voice; it’s not entirely dissimilar from the bitterness that tends to permeate Echo’s style of speaking. Perhaps, she muses, the two of them aren’t as different as she’d thought.
Alicia: It’s not about what they think.
Joachim: Isn’t it? You’re the hero, remember? You set the example for the millions of impressionable admirers, rising above to point the way, like a shining light. Like Lady Liberty out in the harbor, torch aloft, bedded on a mattress of corpses.
He snorts in that peculiar, guttural way again.
Joachim: Rising above and standing aloof are, though similar, mutually exclusive. For a hero, you’d be quite the hypocrite.
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Slowly, languidly, the color drains out of the locker room, leaving it a stark monochrome, and the air blurs with flickering static. Echo turns, staring into the mirror and whatever she sees in it.
Not a sound breaks the silence holding the room in its sway, not even Echo’s breathing: everything seems to have gone stiflingly quiet. Her expression is unreadable once again as she studies the sight before her, and then she takes the leap of faith.
She reaches out a hand towards the mirror.
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Alicia: I see what you’re saying, but if hypocrisy’s the worst thing I’m ever accused of, I’ll judge it an acceptable sacrifice.
Joachim: And let history be damned to it, yes, but I’ll have to advise against such an outlook. Acknowledgement of hypocrisy does not make it acceptable or excuse one’s actions, nor does it accomplish anything save to cement one’s place among the ignorant, sightless maggots that make up your society. If stupidity is knowingly, willfully perpetuated ignorance, as it’s commonly defined, than such people would provide us with quite the surplus.
He’s taken on a certain venom to his tone that isn’t normally there, and it sets the hairs on the back of Alicia’s neck just a little bit more upright. She eyes him uneasily, and seeing this, he moves to reassure her.
Joachim: Fortunately, you are not going to be one of those.
Alicia: I’ll take your advice into consideration.
Joachim: Mm, recalcitrant. I admire that, in its own way. Simply bear this in mind: the object of conflict is not to self-punish, it is to destroy, to annihilate, threats towards you and yours. If someone intends on obstructing you, then you should strike them, and what’s more, you should strike them so that they cannot obstruct you ever again.
They finally stop; having gone full circle and ended up outside the locker room again, the trip has come to an end. Joachim leans forward with both hands on his cane and fixes his gaze on Alicia, icy eyes dancing from the frame of his pale skin and jet-black hair.
Joachim: I was like you once. Devoted to the cause, but not devoted enough to see what needed to be done and then to do it. It is a mistake I regret every day that I drag myself through, and you would do well not to repeat it.
She nods, slowly.
Alicia: Fair enough. I’ll give it thought.
Joachim: I suggest you do.
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It all happens so fast there’s barely any time to register it.
As soon as Echo’s fingertips make contact with the mirror, her eyes widen and a thousand stimuli explode outward at once, overloading the collective senses of everyone watching with a sudden bombardment of input.
The swirling, static nothingness crackling all over the room leaps from the mirror, racing up her fingers and then her arms, gashing out a series of intricate tattoos that cover her body and stretch all the way up to the top of her neck; the clashing sounds and images culminate in a rising, wordless shriek---
Echo opens her eyes. After a second, she sits back up on the couch.
Awake.
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Joachim: The other thing I wanted to address was, you’ll be glad, rather mundane. I intend on following up some leads and going back to investigate the place where Ayres was taken several weeks ago, and I would appreciate it if you’d go with me to help provide some…perspective.
Alicia: When? After the fun and games tonight, I doubt I’ll be in any condition to look over these things, so perhaps…next week?
Joachim: Excellent. I look forward to it.
Without another word, he turns, and heads through the door, leaving Alicia to ponder this bizarre exchange…and what may eventually come of it.
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Echo’s head turns to Joachim as he enters, closing the door behind him.
The two study each other intently for a few seconds, not a word passing.
After a few seconds, he heads to the restroom, and she lies back down, resting her head on the arm of the couch.
All is normal, for now.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:05:19 GMT -5
Match 6: Yoko Satoshi vs Andrew Starr (Credit: Yoko) REMATCH
OF
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MILLENIUM!
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Well…maybe not, but the veteran fans of ACW always look forward to another meeting of these two rivals. Philip is in the ring ready to start it off.Philip: The following match is a grudge match, of sorts! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, one of the only people to EVER pin Yoko Satoshi, Andrew Starr! Are You Dead Yet plays and Starr rockets to the ring, ready for this. It’s revenge time, baby.Philip: And from Okinawa, Japan, she hasn’t lost in over two and a half years, The Flower of Carnage, Yoko Satoshi! Not the usual theme here. Something…darker. Many fans remember it from last Samhain.
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And then her normal theme begins, and she emerges.
Tonight, Yoko is wearing her Ghostface costume, as seen earlier. Jade and Orochi are behind her on either side.
She enters the ring and pulls off the mask, handing it to Orochi. Her eyes are locked on Starr.Bell Rings That’s not Starr, that’s a BEAR! Someone in the front row yelled that, drawing everyone’s attention. Starr thanks his very strange fan and uses the distraction to clothesline Yoko. Success! He does his kneedrop, The Falling Starr, immediately after. He holds his knee against Yoko’s face until the referee forces him to relent after a count of five. He goes back for more, at which point Yoko kicks her right leg up, nailing Starr in the ribs. She lunges at his feet, grabs them, and yanks them out from under him. She pops up and flips over him, feet still held, pinning him. 1! . . . Kickout! Curses. Yoko kicks him in the side a few times and then pulls him up. She Irish whips him and when he returns, she lowers herself to drop toehold him, but he jumps over her feet, hitting the other ropes! Coming back, Yoko braces to counter something, when he stops just short of her - and then pokes her in the eyes. As she turns away in pain, he quickly locks in a cobra clutch. But a submission is not his plan. With full control of her, Starr runs at the corner, smashing her into the turnbuckles and releasing the hold. He runs to the opposite corner in preparation of a running technique. Then he sees it. Jade is moving toward his feet to stall him. But then Orochi grabs Jade and pulls her back, arguing with her to not interfere. Starr is confused, but appreciates it, even if Orochi is another old rival of his. He verbally thanks him and then runs at Yoko. …Yoko is on the top rope, crap. She jumps off directly at him with some kind of body block, and there is no escape. He stands his ground and takes it. And with all of his might…he does not fall! Having caught her, he smashes down with a brutal head cracking spinebuster, right into a pin. 1! . . . . 2! . . . . Kickout! So incredibly close! Starr yanks up Yoko in anger and propels her onto his shoulders, burning hammer style. But she instantly slips off, his grip was too angry to properly hold her. She capitalizes by pulling his head down and using…a Dragon Sleeper! Yoko hasn’t used that in forever! Starr knows he has to escape, and uses his power and skill to spin it into a reverse DDT on her. He falls…and she doesn’t! She held onto the nearby ropes with both hands. She turns and grabs his legs, and in an instant has him trapped in The Old Ball & Chain. Realizing where the ropes are, he taps. Bell Rings Philip: Your winner, Yoko Satoshi! She pus her mask back on and rushes up the ramp like a ghost.
Orochi and Jade follow, arguing.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:05:50 GMT -5
Segment: Short-Lived Appearance (Credit: BK/Flamingo)
Tonight was the night she had been waiting for. The night where she could make her triumphant return to ACW. No longer was she attached to the arm of a man who was at the top of the game, and only seen as a woman who was taking a ride with him. She was finally free. On her own. Independent. Liberated. While she was here for many other reasons, she really came with one purpose in mind - to clear up everything that the media said about her very public divorce with her ex-husband, BK London.
As the show returns from a brief advertisement hyping up Thursday Night Meltdown later in the week, we are immediately brought to a shot of Kiley Johnson in the guest room. As Kiley sits in her mini-skirt, she gets quite a bit of a pop from the men in the crowd.
*THWACK* Then almost simultaneously, you can hear each wife slapping the back of their husband's head in unison. Sporting a new shorter hairstyle and a new outlook on life, she begins to help herself to the free complimentary grapes set for just her until she hears a brief knock at the door.
The door opens a small bit and the stage manager peaks his head inside.
Stage Manager: Kiley, you're up next.
Kiley: Thanks Fred.
And with that, he retracts his head back outside the door and now Kiley makes her way up to her feet before dusting herself off. Taking one more last look in the mirror - she smiles, obviously enjoying what she sees before stepping out her locker room.But before she can even turn down the corridor, she is stopped by an old "friend". An old friend named Adrian Flamingo.
Quickly her face turns from joyful, to one of pure disgust.
Kiley: Ugh, Flamingo, what are you doing here?
Flamingo: What am I doing here? Dollface, I'm contracted to be here. The question is, what're you doing here? Using that first mover's advantage to snatch up another guy to leech off of?
She snickers a bit, taking the insult with a pinch of salt before responding.
Kiley: Very funny, so funny I almost forgot to laugh. Well tonight, if you must know, Chairman Gingerdude invited me to attempt to seal the deal on possibly renewing my contract. And well, with all the rumors that have been flying around with myself and my recent divorce, I thought I would come here to clear the air. Nothing like killing two birds with one stone, huh? Now I advise you get out of my way, get out of my way before I hit this big bird in his two stones.
Kiley blows past Flamingo and continues walking down the hallway until Flamingo says something that grabs her full attention.
Flamingo: Hey, I'd be the second guy you castrated in a month, right?
She stops. And now slowly turns back around before treading back in the direction of Flamingo. She gets right into his face, with no fear at all and shows that familiar face of anger that we saw in BK London.
Kiley: ...excuse me?
Flamingo: You heard me, lady. You think that the guys in the back don't know what you did to BK? I swear, there is something about women in ACW and infidelity. Sarin runs off with Rattlesnake, Nick Durden boinks XS3's wife, and now you. Before you utter a single word, I want to remind you where I come from and what I've seen. I know how women like you work. You find a man, suck him dry, and leave him dead. Is that what happened Mrs. London? Did poor ol' broken BK not have a use to you anymore? It's funny, Mrs., I coulda swore that the vows said "for sickness and in health"... but I suppose that doesn't matter if you're the one that's healthy, right? I gotta say, Mrs. London, that's pretty cruel. I may be the son of a bitch that broke his leg, but you're the one who crippled him.
Kiley: Listen I don't know who you -
Flamingo: No, you listen! I hate your soon-to-be-ex-husband's fucking guts. I think he's the pinnacle of blind machismo, ignorance, and headstrong bully tactics, but he can fight. You, though? You're worthless here and you're a waste of time. ACW may be a soap opera to some people on the roster, but to me, this is business. If there is anything I hate more than egocentric bullies like BK, it's drama queens in MY business! So if you think you're going to go out to the middle of that ring and cut some sappy promo about stress, suffering, or a broken heart I'll tear your fucking head off! ACW is no place for boyfriends, girlfriends, children, husbands, or wives and their sob stories! It's people like you who are a leech in this company, let alone a leech to the human race. Kick your husband when he's down? Well, Mrs. London, if I didn't know better I would call you mom.
It all begins to sink in.
The comments.
The insults.
As much as they hurt, Kiley had one question to ask herself, were they all true? Flashbacks of BK London continuing to sit at the window, staring off into space as if he were in a trance run through her head, how she felt almost powerless to stop this entire state of being BK was in until she finally gave up.
Would a stronger wife stay by her man during this time? There was a time Kiley was on the edge of a near death experience at the hands of Ridley and Jade, and not once did BK leave her side in the operating room. This took place two years ago, and it's still as fresh in her mind as it were just yesterday. Before she can break down in front of Flamingo, she rushes back into her locker room. Moments later, she storms out with all her belongings and begins to quickly make her way down the hallway.
You can hear the faint sound of sobbing with the sound of heels smacking against the floor. The final shot sees Flamingo watching on as she leaves, with a sick, devilish smirk on his face that we have seen many times. The same look when he took out BK London at Heatwave. The same look when he helped finish off Wyvern just a month after. Another month, another career sent down the drain by Flamingo - but will Senator be able to wipe that smile off his face later tonight in their match?
Only time will tell as the saying goes...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:06:49 GMT -5
OTA Segment: “Thunderkiss: The End. Epilogue" Credit: T-Kiss Last Chapter Recap: Thunderkiss has taken his last breath. Mortally wounded at the hands of Magog, he was able to pull off the win at the cost of his own life. For Thunderkiss, this was an easy trade to make. For one fleeting moment, he was back on top, back in the spotlight and he couldn’t imagine a better way of going out. However, with his passing came a shocking revelation, that being his claim that Laureano was not Latino’s son, but his own. ... .. . EPILOGUE It is a cold winters day on the island. The breeze comes in off the water making the air chill to the bone thus keeping most indoors. Near the far eastern part of the isle, far away from the arena and the masses of people lies a quiet little cemetery that residents on the top of a cliff. This is now home to TK’s Earthy body from now until eternity. Never wishing to return to the desert, his last wishes were to be buried here and they were honored by XS3 who was left in charge of his estate. Its been exactly three months to the day of TK’s final match and his remaining two friends have braved the elements to be here tonight in honor of him.
Laying a replica belt of the World Title on his grave, XS3 looks down upon it with disbelief. Six feet below him used to be one of the most powerful and strongest men he ever knew. Now it is lies empty, completely lifeless, without a soul. He pats the cold granite top of the tombstone as if was TK’s shoulder and speaks out to into the air, somehow wishing that the wind takes his message up to the heavens above.XS3: You did well. Behind him stands Dan White, shivering in fridged air. Though he is certainly here to pay his respects as well, the coldness grips him in a bearhug that even he cannot tolerate.Dan White: Come on X, lets go. Irvine nods and the two men begin to walk away. As TK’s grave begins to lower behind the horizon line, XS3 stops in his tracks and looks back one last time. He wishes he could have one last moment together for there is so much he wants to say. White pats him on his shoulder a few times and then pulls him away, hoping they both will recover from this pain over time. If only Irvine knew that his message was received. The wind did indeed take his words and delivered them to his intended target, who is closer than he could possibly imagine.Thunderkiss: No, you did well, my friend. I couldn’t have done it without you.He smiles as he watches them vanish out of sight. His heart heavy but content, he now knows that one day soon they will all be together again.Thunderkiss: You know, it’s kinda weird Z.Zero: What’s weird? [/color] Thunderkiss: Watching them like this. Its like I’m spying.Zero: You’ll get used to it. [/color] Thunderkiss: Did you ever spy on me?Zero: Of course. [/color] Thunderkiss: So uh, what did you see me do?Zero: Zero: I’d rather not talk about it. [/color] Thunderkiss: That bad huh?Zero: Yes. [/color] Thunderkiss: Speaking of things you saw, you never did tell me if you saw my ultra cool version of the ZERO GRAVITY!Zero: Uh... yeah, way to kill the memory of my finisher there Teeks. [/color] Thunderkiss: ! That was like a tribute to you!Zero: If you call a horrible body splash from the top rope a tribute, then yes, I am flattered! [/color] Thunderkiss: Well you ungrateful little shit! And with that, life goes on ...And what of Magog? After he healed his wounds he eventually did return, however he was never quite the same again. His confidence rattled, he was never able to reclaim his coveted title and all but vanished into obscurity years later right after winning the 2035 Emperor of the Ring tournament. Deep inside, he resented Thunderkiss for his fall. His bitterness drove him to the point of insanity due to the fact he could never get revenge upon him.
Winning the ACW World Title after it was vacated from the deceased Thunderkiss, Laureano quickly replaced Magog as ACW’s top man and brought the federation back to prosperity. TK’s final words haunt him to this very day as deep down he feels he has not uncovered the truth behind them. Though Alicia has claimed TK’s statement was false and a malicious attempt to seek revenge upon her family for years of bitterness, deep inside Laureano feels there is something in his mother’s voice that contradicts her. As they say, some secrets are better left buried and this one will be taken to the grave by those who truly know.
Cory Irvine fully recovered and returned to the ring. In an ironic twist, Magog faced him in his final ACW match and was beaten soundly. In 2035, Cory finally realized his dream as he won the ACW Championship from Laureano in one of the year’s hottest feuds. XS3 remained by his son’s side and together and as a tribute to both Thunderkiss and Jay Zero, reformed a new version of the Entourage that included his son. Every year the two Irvine’s put together a TK tribute show that is always loaded with current and former ACW talent on the anniversary of Thunderkiss’ death.
His soul now free of conflict and hate, Dan White walked away from this experience rededicated to the sport of professional wrestling. Spearheading an attempt to build a major promotion in the UK, he succeeded. He died of Liver Disease 7 years later.
Jake Cheng continued being a tiny man. His wrestling school in Los Angeles become ACW’s official training facility a year later. Today it is rare for a major ACW star not to have been trained by “The Asian Extraordinaire.”
Surviving several hostile take over attempts, Rena Matheson continues to lead ACW.
Jonny Spade and Rattlesnake still are employed by ACW to this very day and continue to entertain the its legion of fans. Both have contemplated hanging up the stripes and microphone respectively, but cannot find it in their hearts to do so.
The Senator continued representing the fine state of Illinois. To this day, whenever questioned about his time spent training Thunderkiss, he becomes greatly irritated and avoids the subject all together. Though it may appear he desires not to be associated with TK on any level, it is actually quite the opposite. Those close to him state that in his training room right above his rackety old ring now hangs a picture taken of the both of them shortly before TK left to fight Magog.
Finally, after Kingdom Come Yoko Satoshi was never seen in the public eye again. Various rumors all tell different tales of her fate though none of them have been confirmed. Of all these, the most interesting tells of Yoko and her offspring. According to the rumor, Yoko has a daughter whom she is grooming to follow in her footsteps.End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:09:24 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match Jason Freeman vs. Jay Zero (Credit: Jonny Spade)
As we return to the arena, the fans are starting to get excited to see some more action in the ring, and there is a pop as Philip steps up to keep the show rolling.
Phillip: Introducing first the challenger...JASON FREEMAN
During the slow intro of the song, the lights dim, and he walks out onto the ramp slowly. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slowly, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp.
Jay comes down to the ring quickly before Phillip has time to introduce him and Freeman’s music can still be heard playing, and makes his way into the ring then does a reverse electric chair drop on Freeman as he’s still on the middle turnbuckle. The ref quickly cues for the match to begin.
Bell Rings.
And just as the bell sounds, Jay goes for a pin on Freeman with a reverse bridging pin-
1 . . . 2 . KICKOUT!
Jay gets up quickly and begins to watch Freeman as he gets up and tries to shake off the early cobwebs that he had gotten on himself. Once Jason gets to his feet, Jay charges at him at full force with what appears to be a clothesline. Jason ducks it and Jay turns quickly around and is met with a face full of Jason’s boot as he gets dropkicked in the face by Jason. With Jay on his stomach, Jason moves over to Jay in a cocky like manor and sits over Jay. However, Jay senses the danger coming along and quickly crawls away to the apron and stands up on it. Jason moves quickly to apron too, to catch up with him and just as Jay is standing up on the apron. Jay gives Jason a punch to the face which makes him stumble backwards. Jay then hops up onto the top rope and springs back into the ring grabs hold of Jason’s arm and completes the springboard arm drag that he’s known for. Jay sends Jason flying to the other corner of the ring and Jason rolls but gets onto his feet in a smooth motion. Jay does so too and anticipates Jason’s return charge back, which he does and Jay counters anything that Jason had planned with a monkey toss that sends Jason flying over Jay again sending him into the ropes opposite of where he was before. Jay stands up again and so does Jason. Jason charges over to Jay and then Jay shoots out his leg to go for a Standing Zero-Sen kick, but Jason stops running just in time of meeting his foot. Jason catches the foot in his hands and with his legs he kicks Jay’s leg out from under him knocking him down onto the ground.
Now with Jason in control of this match, he decides to drag Jay around on the mat, giving him some mat burn on his back. Jay squirms trying to reach for the bottom ropes but he isn’t close enough to any of them. He stops in front of a turnbuckle and then slingshots Jay up into the corner and makes him his the corner turnbuckle with his head making him groggy. Jason gets up and faces Jay and Brain Chops Jay in the head again which makes him groggier. Jason the moves out of the turnbuckle and taunts for Jay to come to him, Jay does so but he does it unintentionally since he’s groggy still. Jason catches him and gets him in a Black Hole Backbreaker that sends him crashing down to the mat. This time Jason goes for a pin attempt.
1 . . . 2 . . KICKOUT!
Jay throws a shoulder up to break up the pin attempt. Both men, are now on the mat catching their respective breathes. Slowly both men start to get to their feet meeting punch for punch on their knees, as they get to their feet Jay takes the advantage and pushes Jason into the ropes. Jay throws Jason off the ropes and goes for a back body drop. But Jason sees this coming and gets Jay with a Kneeling face buster that sends him standing up and Jason quickly goes behind him and connects with a neckbreaker that sends both men to the ground again. Jason stands up and moves over to the head of Jay and just as he is about to pick him up. But Jay drags him down and then proceeds to roll up Jason into a small package pin.
1 . . . 2 A lot of struggling can be seen within the package by Jason to break free and by Jay to hold it in. . .
However one man succeeds and he goes by the name of Jason Freeman. He gets lucky enough to be able to break out of the pin attempt. Both men get up to their feet Jason then charges at Jay but Jay ducks the flying arm of Jason and as Jason turns around he is met with a boot this time but to the gut. Jason bends over in pain, and this gives Jay an idea and he runs to nearby ropes and leaps off the middle rope and spins and turns and lands onto the shoulders of Jason and then completes a reverse hurricanrana sending Jason flying backwards and into a nearby turnbuckle. Jay then stands Jason up into the turnbuckle and goes to the turnbuckle that’s in the opposite corner and stands on the middle rope and then dives off the turnbuckle and does a roll and hits Jason with a spear to complete his rolling spear. Jason stumbles out of the turnbuckle and Jay gets to feet and follows quickly behind him he then spins him around and then lifts him up onto his shoulders and executes a picture perfect Zero Darkness (Death Valley Driver) onto Jason in the middle of the ring. He then goes for the pin attempt and gets the 3 count.
Phillip: Here is your winner and still Light Heavyweight Champion... JAY ZERO!
His music is cued and he gets his title back from the ref. He stands on the turnbuckle and poses for the fans and then hops down and makes his way to the back. Jason gets up soon after and has a look of pissed off and disappointment on his face. He gets up and then makes his way to the back as well holding his head as he leaves.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:10:25 GMT -5
The 14K Triad Chapter 1: Return Home Part 2: I Guess The Chinese Like ACW Too... (Credit: ?) ***Two Minutes Twenty Seconds Later*** Jake: Fuck you......fuck you laptop. Way to slow me down. Still out of breath, Jake takes off the backpack and removes his wallet and passport from his jacket pockets and throws it all into an empty trash can.
And then the men turn the corner. They approach Jake slowly and Jake backs away slowly until he hits the back wall of the alleyway that he mistakenly turned into. The shorter, bigger man reaches into his pocket like he is grabbing for a pistol. Alarms go off in Jake’s head and he tries to barge his way through but the other guy, who forces him against the back wall, stops him. The Gun Man holds the pistol under his chin.Gun Man: *Chinese* Other Guy: *Chinese* Gun Man: *Chinese Exclamation* Other Guy: *Chinese Exclamation* Jake: Woah, don’t hurt me. Jake doesn’t remember much Chinese because he kind of forced it out after he moved to America. But he does remember the word to kill. The Chinese men draw back a bit in surprise. English from a Chinese guy? Without an accent?Gun Man: Werr, we have an American here. Other Guy: Rooks rike it. Jake: So...I guess English wasn’t your first language. Now Listen guys. We don’t really have a problem here, so the gun isn’t necessary. So why don’t you just put it down and let me go. Jakes tries to leave, but the Other Guy flings him backward. Jake’s legs hit the trashcan knocking it over and spilling the contents on the Gun Man’s feet. The Gun Man goes down and picks up the passport.Gun Man: Jake Cheng huh? Wait....you are the wrestrer aren’t you? Yes, you were on the news. Jake: Yeah...you guys want an autograph? Other Guy: YES! The Gun Man looks, at the other man with a look of disbelief. The other man shrugs, saying something in Chinese along the lines of “What? I like wrestling.”Jake: I got a pen in my backpack. It’s in the backpack there. The two men look at each other.Other Guy: I’m hording him, you get it. Gun Man: Fine. Gun Man puts the fun back in his jacket pocket and leans down to get the pen. Jake, being the clever S.O.B. he is, put the next part of his plan into action. He knees Other Guy and then one uppercut when he doubles over is all that is needed to take him out.
But the former Light-Heavyweight Champion wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Gun Man pulled out his gun with lightning speed and shot twice at Jake, both bullets hitting the brick wall above his head. Jake throws up a kick using his left instep to stun the man and a right kick using the inside of his foot to remove the gun from his hand. Jake jumps over Gun Man and kicks him one more time in the side so he rolls into Other Guy.?: Stop. Hands up! Jake’s hands shoot into the air. Police? Probably not, they would have said Police or something. And they wouldn’t have spoken clear crisp English. But this voice is familiar.Other Guy: Shan Chu, we aporogize. Shan Chu, or Mountain Master, is the Boss of a sect of a Chinese Triad.The two men get up, having to use each other for support to get to their feet.Gun Man: We...we were at the airport, waiting for you. But there was something erse... Other Guy: This guy! “Shan Chu”: You two are a disgrace. Other Guy: We wirr finish him off. “Shan Chu”: You two have never finished anyone off! You are useless! Gun Man: But we wirr get this one. “Shan Chu”: No! You will not ‘get’ this one. Other Guy: So this guy is going to wark? "Shan Chu": Of course. This man is my son. End Of Chapter 1
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:11:43 GMT -5
Segment: Feet of Gold (Credit: Latino / AK)
Time never seems to play fair with the human race. Some moments pass before we’ve barely had a chance to notice and appreciate them; others stretch onward beyond all enduring. Just to make things even more frustrating than usual, tonight Victor Laureano is experiencing both these effects simultaneously.
There are about five minutes to go before Alicia has to go out to her match. The shot shows only her spouse, however, leaning against the wall and looking toward the couch, the rear of which is in the foreground. It’s a safe assumption that Alicia is on the couch, out of sight but not out of hearing.
Latino: I was worried earlier.... You could have told me you were going to see Echo.
Alicia: I did tell you, in the car.
He scratches his head, trying to recall and mildly annoyed that he cannot.
Latino: Oh, Well, you know I don’t hear everything when I’m driving.
He tails off; he doesn’t want to start an argument, however small, at this point in time. The quietness hangs in the air like a blanket, trying but failing to cover the tension which they are both feeling.
Latino:…………. I hate this.
These three words convey a whole world of meaning - his anger at Thunderkiss, his frustration at not being able to carry this weight alongside the woman he loves. They’ve always fought their battles side by side, and yet somehow he feels as if she’s drawing away from him. He looks at the floor, and tries not to think about his growing realization that there is still very much a third person in this relationship…
He raises his eyes, and looks at his wife. The camera cannot see her, but he can; she has her arms folded around herself as if trying to shield against some unseen foe. For a moment he feels as if some dark, shadowed thing is creeping up from behind, coming to steal her away-
Alicia: Victor?
Her words banish the shadow, for now. Her tone is even, but she sounds fearful even so.
Alicia: What I have to do tonight… it has to happen. I have to end this madness before TK does someone irreparable damage, it’s that simple. But… I can’t do it alone.
It’s a sign of how deeply they know one another that he understands what she is trying to say. He moves forward, slowly, and then kneels down so that he too is out of sight.
Latino: Es...it’s OK, Chula. Whatever happens, nothing will change how much you mean to me. Nothing will change what we have. We've already been through the tough times....this is just the start of the calm after the storm.
It goes quiet again, and though it cannot be seen, there can be no doubting that physical contact is taking place. After a few precious moments, Latino stands up.
Latino: I’ll be there the second it’s over, I promise.
She smiles at him, a secret smile not to be shared with anyone. Latino walks over to the door, passing out of shot, and the door is heard opening; just the briefest glimpse is seen as Alicia stands, enough only for those watching to register that her attire is black, not white, and then she is on her way.
The sharp snap of unconventional footwear penetrates the corridor, and then…
Fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:13:08 GMT -5
Match 8: Leather and Lace II Thunderkiss vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune (Credit: TK/AK) ..::SAMHAIN 07::.. ALICIA KITSUNE VS. THUNDERKISS ..::LEATHER & LACE 2::..
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Alicia Kitsune Age: A woman never tells Height: 5'7" Weight: 135 lbs. Hometown: London, UK
Thunderkiss Age: 29 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: Los Angeles, California The crowd has been restless for the last few minutes, and as “I'm a Bomb” by Natasha Bedingfield hits the sound system the fans leap to their feet to show AK their love and support. However, they are floored when they see her stepping out of the entranceway wearing nothing but stiletto boots, stockings, a garter belt, panties, a corset and a choker around her neck.
At first, she folds her arms across her chest, but the sound from the crowd reminds her as it so often does why she’s here. This is no time to be submissive or on the back foot, and as she walks down the ramp her step becomes more assured. She carefully slinks into the ring and turns her attention to the path she just traveled to await the man who made all of this possible. When he arrives, for the first time he’ll undoubtedly realize the consequences of opening Pandora’s box.
“God of Thunder” by Kiss ushers in our next contestant. Entertained and shocked at how AK is dressed for this match up, all eyes directed themselves to the entranceway so they can see just how off the wall TK will look. His outfit consists of the following: leather pants, a leather jacket, studded wrist bands and a dog collar around his neck to complete the magic. Not wanting to hide it, he flaunts his appearance as he actually “struts” down to the ring for the very first time in his career. Ringside, he looks up and sees Alicia standing in the ring looking very ill willed and this sets his heart asunder! Leaping into the ring he is ready to have a little fun, no matter the cost.
Philip, still standing in the ring after the initial introductions, glances at Kiss and then finishes up his duties in respect of this particular contest.Philip: This match is a “Leather and Lace” deathmatch; the conditions for victory are different for both participants. Thunderkiss can only win by securing a submission; Alicia Kitsune must win via pinfall. The match also has a “no disqualification” stipulation. The crowd continues to buzz, and Philip gets himself out of the ring in a timely manner; as he does so, the camera follows him and it is revealed that there is a selection of implements upon the timekeeper’s table which have been specially provided – handcuffs and a dog lead being just the start of the “fun”…
The timekeeper shakes his head, and at the referee’s signal, gets the match underway..~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ TK reaches out to grapple with Alicia and much to the surprise of the fans, she steps towards him and raises her hands! However, just before the initial lock up, she leaps back and slaps him right across his face, a clear signal if ever there was one. Enraged at this insult, Thunderkiss runs towards her and falls right into her hands; Alicia drops down for a big drop toe hold and TK lands face first to the mat! Now he’s really angry. Slamming both fists into the canvas he leaps to his feet and swings around with a punch that is easily ducked by Kitsune. She counters with a standing dropkick to his knee and TK has a seat! Frustrated, he looks up at Alicia who has a coy smile on her face; she puts one hand on her hip and adopts a “Is this it?” expression. Letting out a scream of rage, Thunderkiss leaps at her and sends a barrage of punches her way! Managing to duck the first 5, she eventually gets caught. That’s all it takes to stagger her and soon Thunderkiss is right on top of her! He grabs her by her face and sends her flying into the corner and follows up with a big body splash; dazed, Alicia staggers out of the corner right into a scoop slam. “Fast” Eddie Edison: That’s the problem when playing hit and run with Thunderkiss. It’s great when it works, but sooner or later the big guy is going to hit you and when he does, you’re in a WHOLE lot of trouble! Maxwell McNally: Absolutely, TK’s power is such that even a tough lightweight like Alicia won’t be able to stand many direct blows like that. That said, it’s not quite that simple for Kiss – a pin’s worthless to him here, remember. Alicia most certainly is not enjoying how things are progressing, as Thunderkiss grabs her by the ring attached to her choker and throws her into the ropes. Quickly tying her hands and legs up, it doesn’t take long for Alicia to know she is in deep, deep trouble. He stands back for a moment to admire the view and then bends over at the hips and sticks his face inches away from Alicia. ~!~SLURP~!~ Edison: Oh my God .... McNally: He’s licking her! Drool running down her face, Alicia screws up her eyes in disgust and tries to remind herself that she’s had worse from Pacino before now. Vibrating her body back and forth in an effort to get free she finally manages to do so as her right leg pops out. Within a fraction of a second she sends it flying into TK’s groin and he immediately backs up and falls to the canvas howling in a high pitched tone. Edison: Hehe…. And Alicia targets TK’s weak point for MASSIVE DAMAGE! Now in control, AK quickly frees herself and sizes up TK for a screaming LIGER KICK as soon as he puts himself into position. Once again he hits the mat and Alicia heads to the top rope, ascending with extra care due to her unwieldy footwear. The fans all rise to their feet as she leaps off with a huge moonsault that hits its mark and we have the first pinfall of the match! ONE
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TH... KICK OUT!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 28, 2007 15:14:44 GMT -5
TK easily kicks out at two and rises to his feet as quickly as possible to even out the playing field. Reacting instinctively, Alicia strikes him with a big right hand that he easily blocks, but she continues her movement momentum directly into a snapping kick his knee! TK reaches down and grabs it in pain and this leaves him open for an uncharacteristic but effective European uppercut. His teeth get rattled as he finds out first hand ... McNally: The girl sure can pack a wallop! TK gives himself the time he needs to recover with a well placed headbutt to break her offense. He rolls out of the ring and clenches his jaw in pain. However, he’s not taken into account the speed of his opponent’s recovery, and is taken off guard as AK slides out of the ring with a baseball slide that nails him in the back, the blow sends him crashing into the steel guardrail He bounces right off of it like a pinball and collapses onto the padded mat below like a crazed bull. Edison: I think we all knew that TK wouldn’t dictate the pace of this match entirely, but he’s getting creamed, Max. McNally: Things aren’t looking rosy for Thunderkiss right now, I agree, but he’s more than capable making a comeback. Assuming, of course that – Ahhhh. McNally’s change in tone has been triggered by the fact that AK has turned her attention to the time keeper’s table. She looks as if she knows what she wants, and plucks a couple of items from the pile. “Fast” Eddie Edison: She’s going for the handcuffs Max! Maxwell McNally: And… what’s that? A bottle of instant wax? Still dazed, TK is now in a seated position leaning up against one of the corner posts, and AK wastes no time in attaching one half of the cuffs to his wrist. The other end is looped around the post before being locked on to his other wrist, and when he recovers sufficiently, TK realizes that it is now he who is in a whole lot of trouble! With a smile on her face, Alicia palms the bottle of wax in front of his, their proximity to the announce desk allowing her words to be picked up (albeit with a little distortion) on the mic. Alicia: I took note that this was included at your special request. Wanting to give me a bikini wax, perhaps? Well, who are you to decide on something so personal? You look like you could use a wax yourself. Slathering a big glob of it on her fingers, she rubs it all over the Worldbreaker’s chest; TK writhes and tries to kick out, so she places one stiletto heel firmly against his family jewels so that any rapid movement will cause him more serious pain. When finished with the wax, she tosses the bottle over her shoulder and into the crowd where it will no doubt end up on eBay. Now that part 1 of AK’s plan is complete, it’s time for part 2; removing some strips of sticking tape from the top of her corset (the only place she could reasonably conceal any additional items). After placing strips on his chest to roughly form the word “SLUT,” she begins to pull them away so that very word will be imbedded onto him. Both male and female fans alike wince at this, the Thudermaniacs protesting, the other fans taking pleasure in watching the Worldbreaker brought down a peg or five. Thunderkiss: ARGH! You bitch! You STUPID bitch!~!~RIP~!~ Alicia: Well, they do say the truth hurts. One by one the strips come off and Thunderkiss becomes utterly consumed by anger. He pulls on his handcuffs until they break his through his skin, and even then he doesn’t stop. His fury has never been so palpable. Thunderkiss: THUNDERKISS SMASH!The chain on the cuffs is no match for TK’s wrath, and gives without warning. AK is knocked for a loop as his elbow goes crashing into the side of her head. Seeing nothing but stars, she is easily driven into the steel ringpost for the combo! With her lying at his feet, TK enjoys the sight. Be that as it may, he wants more and picks her up and heaves her into the ring. Before rolling back inside, he now makes his way to the timekeeper’s table in an effort to get dirty. His weapon of choice is now chosen. Random Fan 1: He’s got a vibrator! Random Fan 2: No... it’s a Thundervibe 5000! Thunderkiss: Still only $29.99!!!!!If that isn’t an attention getter, I don’t know what is for now the entire crowd is eating out of the Worldbreaker’s hands. Once in the ring, he hovers over the half conscious Alicia and tugs at her lace panties with one hand while the other lifts the TV5000 straight into the air for the entire world to see. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Thunderkiss: Guaranteed to satisfy ... or your MONEY BACK! Something akin to a pocket riot has broken out on the side of ring opposite the camera, which is positioned so that TK is facing it and AK is facing away; security struggles to deal with the collective rampaging hormones of the young men in the front who are all attempting to secure the “money shot” the second TK succeeds in relieving AK of her underwear. McNally: Sweet lord, sometimes I feel our fans do get just that bit overexcited. Have you no decency, you rabble?! Thunderkiss, naturally, has more important things to worry about than what his fanbase is up to. He palms the Thundervibe 5000 securely, and bringing it down, he is just moments away from lifting her panties all the way back when all of a sudden ... BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ............ * Thunderkiss: What the - TK lowers the vibrator in front of his face to look at it, and letting go of AK’s attire, hits it a few times with his other palm. It no longer works, and a bit of sniggering starts up, noticeably led by the ladies of the audience. Thunderkiss: Son of a BITCH! The sniggering becomes outright laughter. Maxwell McNally: Do you think the money back guarantee applies to himself Edison? “Fast” Eddie Edison: I guess good ol’ TK just couldn’t keep it up…
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