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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:41:52 GMT -5
ACW proudly presents: Bloody Valentine 2008 Saturday 23rd February 2008
Schedule of Matches:
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No DQ handicapped Mr. Red and Bo Diaz vs Gabriel Peters
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First Blood Match Lucrezia vs. Wolf
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Thunder Train vs. Jason Freeman
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Texas Bull Rope Match Wayde Russeller vs Danny Mainer
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Title Unification of ACW Light Heavyweight and Entertainment titles Andrew Starr vs Jonny Hughes
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ACW International Title Match Jon Taylor vs. Fallen Souls
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ACW World Championship Hunter vs. BK London vs. Thunderkiss vs. Jake Cheng
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:42:31 GMT -5
Love Hurts.
If there’s one universal truth which ACW embodies more than any other, it’s this one. Those who dare to love something or someone are doomed to lose it eventually, either by the fickle hand of fate, or the icy touch of death. To love in spite of this hovering shadow is the essence of courage itself…
There will be a lot of pain tonight… how much of it stems from true love is yet to be seen. Such lofty thoughts, however, are far from the minds of most of ACW’s fans, and as the show starts in a blaze of colour and glory, they’re simply hoping to enjoy some excellent wrestling action.
So let’s not keep them waiting; the shot cuts backstage on the Alphatron, and the show begins…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:42:56 GMT -5
Segment: Gabriel in preparation (credit: Mr. Red) Gabriel Peters is shown in his locker room. He is lost deep in thought. He has a handicapped match that is somewhere in his mind. Also, he has recently found out that his old buddy, Bo, has a tape of the incident that occurred all those years ago. Gabe: Bo says he has some footage that will change everything. He claims to have a dark secret that will ruin three lives. But once I destroy Mr. Red, Mrs. Red, and Bo, I will find out that secret. Then I will finish taking out what I came here to do. Gabe reaches into the locker and pulls out a Cincinnati Reds baseball bat that has Mr. Red’s signature on it. He grins evilly at his latest prize.Gabe: Mr. Red, you found an old friend of ours to help you out. Now I have taken an old friend of yours to help me out. Gabriel gets up and heads out of the locker room to explore. He walks out the door and bumps into someone walking down the hall. He glares at the person and notices his opponent from Monday, Alex Trixer. Alex: Watch it, asshole! Gabe grins, backs up, and offers space for Alex to pass. Alex walks by but makes an effort to shoulder push Peters. Once his back is to Peters, Gabriel takes the bat in his hand and takes one hell of a swing that sends Alex to the ground instantly. All that is left in Gabe’s hand is the handle to Mr. Red’s baseball bat. He looks down at Alex, who is old cold and covered in baseball bat parts. Gabe throws the handle to the ground and walks away from the scene of the crime. Gabe: How’s that for asshole? Fade. ---------------------------------------- Gone, but not Forgotten Alex Richmond/Thunderkiss/Danny Mainer/Andrew Starr/Thunder Train The scene we are greeted with is an unusual one. We are in a largely unremarkable room containing rows of chairs – much like the ones you were forced to use at school – all facing towards a wooden podium, atop of which sits a slender microphone. Behind this is a pulled down projector screen displaying the Bloody Valentine 2008 logo. The room is currently devoid of people but that doesn’t last long as Alex Richmond enters, accompanied by Peter Resinowitz, he is shortly followed by Thunderkiss, flanked by Thunder Train, JOYTOY, and William Charles Wilcox. Shortly after the remaining members of Entourage – Andrew Starr, sporting his LightHeavyweight Title, and Danny Mainer enter the room and take seats near Thunderkiss and co. Alex Richmond, not waiting for anyone else to arrive, walks to the head of the room and stands behind the podium.Richmond: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome. Let me first discuss what is going to be a huge event for Entourage – we truly have the opportunity to dominate this show. Firstly, Thunder Train is gonna derail that overrated bitch Jason Freeman!Thunder Train gets to his feet and, flexing his muscles, poses.Thunder Train: Tonight, Freeman is going to learn that when you play near the tracks, you're gonna get run down. THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!! Everyone laughs and appaulds as Train takes his seat and Richmond continues talking.Richmond: Then the Raj’s newest member – Danny Mainer will prove what he can do when he beats the living shit out of that drunken walking joke cowboy! Make us proud Danny boy!Danny: Yeah baby! Wayde Russler is goin' DOWN and that's a King's Oath! I'm going to tear Wayde limb from limb in that ring tonight.Mainer stays seated and smiling as the collective members of the Entourage murmur their agreement in his words and that of Richmond while Thunderkiss slaps Mainer on the back.Richmond: Then a truly MONUMENTAL moment in ACW history and the man making it, by unifying the LightHeavyweight and the Entertainment titles, none other than Andrew Starr!!Starr: Tonight WILL be monumental! Light-Heavyweight Title, Entertainment Title, merging into one, and myself coming out the owner of the newly created title. Hughes, Ive said it before, and I'll say it again; Your walk to the ring WILL be your final steps as champion of ANYTHING!The rest of the ‘Raj nod and laugh in agreement.Richmond: Then, and who could forget, the Main Event! Where Thunderkiss is set to stamp his authority all over three of ACW’s Main Eventers and walk out NEW World Heavyweight CHAMP!!Thunderkiss: Tonight is the stuff legends are made of. FOUR eventual HoF’ers. ONE ring. ONE winner. My God, how does it get any better than that? For months upon months I have laid a path of sheer destruction that will end here tonight at Bloody Valentine. During this time I have been saying I am the best but I have not been able to prove it - until now. All I simply have to do is beat out BK London, Jake Cheng and Hunter. Easy task, right? Hah, fear not Kiss Army, tonight I will *NOT* let you down. Tonight is the night when *I* ascend into the history books of Alpha Championship Wrestling and prove to even the last few doubters that the name THUNDERKISS will be remembered ... forever.Richmond: This will truly be a great night to be a member of ACW’s greatest stable. Tonight ACW will sit up and take notice of us!! Unfortunately we have a more solemn matter to discuss…besides the fact that none of us have seen Jay Zero since several weeks ago--- tonight there should have been another match on the card for Entourage to take home to cherish and to bask in glory. I, Alex Richmond, was scheduled to be whooping the collective asses of Putrid Fox and Ken Lampshade who, naturally, make up Demon Inc. However, in a sad turn of events, Demon Inc decided that they were too damn scared to face me, turned and RAN straight outta ACW!!
It’s terribly disappointing to see this happen BUT…I will not allow it to sully the evening, so I have with me a referee to get the evening off to a winning start!In through the door walks a man in a referee’s shirt, but he clearly isn’t one of the ACW officials. He joins Alex Richmond behind the podium and leans forward, making an announcement into the microphone.“Referee”: Your winner, via forfeit…ALEX RIIIICCHMONNND!!The ‘Raj members whoop and cheer, laughing as they do so, as Richmond’s hand is raised above his head and he smirks, posing and celebrating his ‘victory’.
Suddenly, the door opens.Predator: Woah, so this isn't the Corporate Alliance locker room anymore? You learn something new every day!The Entourage proceeds to kick the shit out of Predator for stepping foot in the Raj Room.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:44:07 GMT -5
Segment: Is overconfidence the worst enemy? Credit: Jon Taylor
After weeks of trying, Jon Taylor had finally got what he want; a championship rematch. Sure, a few sacrifices had to be made along the way, but he got his title shot - and that's what's important right? Well, to Jon Taylor, that's exactly what's important - getting his title back from the hands of Fallen Souls. It may of taken a couple of weeks, a couple of miscalculated decisions (for which Kevin Fitsharris probably suffered the most from) but in the end Taylor hit the jackpot - by stealing Fallen Soul's title on Meltdown. Instead of making rash decisions, Taylor had actually thought rationally for once - and it had paid off. After all, it was him who was getting his rematch tonight, wasn't it? Taylor's plan worked to perfection on Warfare, he got what he what wanted - and more, by making an impact smashing Fallen Souls over the head with the title. Fallen surely felt that one the next morning. However, there was one person who was a tad wary of Taylor's behaviour these past few weeks, and that was his trainer; Bill. Sure, to other people it looked like Taylor was just someone determined to get his title back, but to Bill it was something different. Bill had watched Taylor's behaviour change from that of a normal person, to someone on the borderline between sanity and insanity. The question is, if somehow Fallen Souls could retain the championship, could Taylor really stand up to the truth? That remains to be seen.
Taylor and Bill can be seen sitting in Taylor's locker room. Bill is concentrating on reading a newspaper, whilst Taylor is watching something on a TV. Taylor has a remote in his hand, and it looks like he keeps replaying what he is watching, whatever it is, Taylor has a look of delight on his face. Bill looks irritated with the constant rewinding and replaying on the video. Bill closes the paper and places it on the floor in front of him. He looks in the direction of Taylor.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Why do you keep replaying the video?
Taylor looks immersed in the video and doesn't look over
Jon!
This time Taylor hears, though doesn't look to be too pleased about being interrupted whilst watching the video.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
What?
Bill sighs
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Why do you keep replaying the video?
A grin appears on the face of Taylor
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
It is just such a joy to watch over and over again, I suppose.
Bill looks curious at what Taylor is watching.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
What are you watching, anyway?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
A picture is worth a thousand words, so why don't you have a look?
Taylor leans forward and angles the TV so Bill can see it. He rewinds the video and presses play. The video is of last Warfare. Taylor keeps watching the part where he smashed Fallen Souls over the head with his own title. This time as he watches it Taylor laughs. Bill isn't too much amused by the video.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Beautiful, isn't it?
Bill hesitates.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Um, if you say so.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I'll take that as a yes.
Taylor pauses
I still can't quite fathom how you even imagined I didn't have a plan when I stole the title from Fallen. Well, it turned out more than good, if I do say so myself.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I can't argue with that. You not only got your rematch, but you made a huge impact going into your match tonight by knocking him out cold with his OWN title.
Bill pauses to collect his thoughts.
Though, I can't help but think you're going in a tad overconfident.
This comment doesn't sit well with Taylor
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
What do you mean?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, usually you rewatch all the tapes of your opponents before you go into the match, but today you've just sat and replayed the same part over and over again. You have your rematch...
Bill pauses momentarily
I don't want to see you lose it due to your lack of preparation.
The expression on the face of Taylor changes, as does his tone in his voice.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Lack of preparation? I have been in the gym training every waking hour for the past week. I hardly call that lack of preparation.
Bill doesn't look convinced.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Be that as it may, I am still concerned that you may overlook Fallen Soul's talent-
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Talent? He doesn't have any. I dominated him the entire that match, he got lucky with one counter. That is all. He is hardly a threat...
Bill is growing impatient with Taylor
Bill Wright | The Trainer
And yet is still the ACW International Champion.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
He won't be later on tonight.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Im only trying to help you here, Jon. When you're fully prepared we both know there is no one on the roster that can beat you-
Taylor interrupts Bill.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Exactly.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
-However, it is when you aren't prepared mentally that makes you beatable.
Taylor looks confused.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
...What?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You have been so focused on regaining that title that you haven't looked at the bigger picture other than trying to get your rematch. Well, you have your rematch and now it is time to focus on the job at hand; defeating Fallen Souls.
Taylor laughs.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
That is exactly what I am talking about, Jon. If you take him lightly in this match, there is nothing to say that he can't counter you again.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
What does it matter? I am going in there to knock his teeth out. End of story.
Taylor's attitude is beginning to annoy Bill.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
NO!
Taylor looks shocked at Bill raising his voice.
You're going in there to win a WRESTLING match. You need to focus properly, Jon, this could be your last shot at the title - and you don't want to waste it, do you?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Of course not.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Then will you please take your opponent a little more seriously?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Well...it's a bit hard to take him seriously when he is the same size as Tiny Cheng-
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Jon!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Ok, ok. I was having fun watching Fallen be knocked out cold so many times, though.
Bill seems relieved that Taylor is finally listening to him.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Right, well im going to get a drink, you want one?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I'd rather drink my own piss then drink something from here.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Your loss.
Bill stands up and heads towards the door, though he turns around and looks like he's forgotten something.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Oh, and give me it just to be sure.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Give you what?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
The tape.
Taylor's face drops
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
What else am I supposed to do?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Start warming up for your match.
Taylor grits his teeth, he decides against arguing with Bill, and hands the tape over. Bill puts the tape in the inside pocket of his jacket and exits the room.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:45:08 GMT -5
Segment: Bo and Red before the match (Credit: Red)
Mr. and Mrs. Red are shown in their locker room. Both are sitting in an awkward silence. Both seem to be bother by different things but drawn together by similar thoughts.
Mrs. Red: Listen, hon. I’m sorry for blowing up like that last Monday. I know you were just trying to get Bo’s attention drawn our way.
Mr. Red: No precupas. Don’t worry about it. It’s in the past and now we have to focus on tonight. Beating Gabriel’s ass because of all the pain he has caused us in the past weeks. Just promise me one thing. No matter how long Gabe is around, don’t leave me. Don’t leave my side. It’s too dangerous when he is around.
Mrs. Red: I agree.
She hugs closer to Red.
Mrs. Red: I won’t leave you.
Mr. Red reaches into his locker for something but can’t locate what he is looking for.
Mr. Red: Where is my bat? I thought I left it in here.
Mrs. Red: I haven’t seen it. Maybe you forgot it.
Mr. Red: No, no. I remember packing it with me.
Bo walks into the locker room with his duffle bag. He tosses into a locker next to Red’s. Both Mr. and Mrs. Red stare at him with uneasy looks on their faces.
Bo: What? Why are you two so silent?
Red: You have a video that I really don’t think should be seen.
Bo: There is nothing for you to be afraid of. I just think it is time for people to find out the truth as to what really happened.
Red: We were told to collect our money from him and we tried. Some unfortunate events took place and someone was killed. I just need to know. Why did you record it?
Mrs. Red stands up and leans closer to her man.
Bo: I didn’t tape it. When everything went down, there was a tape recorder on the TV stand behind everybody. I have no idea why it was there but it was recording at the time. I swiped it when we were getting the hell out of there. I was looking over it when I got back home and found everything on there.
Mrs. Red: What is so secret about it?
Bo: You, my dear, will just have to wait until everyone else finds out.
The door to the room opens and in walks Gingerdude.
Gingerdude: Good evening to the 3 of you.
All 3 nod and mumble their hellos to the chairman.
Gingerdude: Mr. Red, I have come to have a word with you. I come to find out why you knocked the living hell out of Alex Trixer.
Red: Who?
Gingerdude: Alex Trixer.
Red: I’m not following. Who is that?
Gingerdude: He was the kid that wrestled Gabriel Peters on Monday night. Just before you two showed up and took over.
Red: Just because he wrestled one of my worst enemies ever doesn’t mean that I know who he is. Listen, Ginger, just get to the damn point.
Gingerdude: Alex is out cold down the corridor a ways. He was knocked out by your baseball bat.
Mrs. Red: We haven’t left the room all night so we are out. You might as well go interrogate someone else.
Red: My bat? I have been looking for that damn thing all night.
Gingerdude: What is left of it is the handle and a ton of parts. If you didn’t do it, who else would have?
Bo: Maybe Gabe swiped that bat and used it to set us up?
Gingerdude: Maybe. But whatever happens, it’s coming back to you unless I get some better answers.
Gingerdude leaves the room as Red starts toward him but is restrained by Mrs. Red and Bo.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:45:38 GMT -5
Supply and DEMAND Credit: Jay Zero/Alex Richmond/Andrew Starr [/b][/color][/center] The scene begins to slowly fade in to a backstage view of the ACW Arena. Marching proudly down the hallway is the arrogant, self-dictating manager known as Nicholas Savich. Surprisingly, the ogre Limelight is not by his side to guard his every move. We all remember what happened last time Nicholas walked alone --- it can also be known as the last time we saw Jay Zero on camera after giving Savich a piece of his mind and socking him right in the jaw.
Nicholas parades down the hall in his three piece Georgia Armani suit. What he wears on his face though isn't quite as classy however. An evil frown is planted upon his lips--but a few seconds after this close up moment; he stops.
The camera shows the corner of a name plate that catches the word "Rage." Within the next three seconds or so, he adjusts his suit and tie and then lets out a large sigh. He begins to smile now ... one that is very forced. The camera then rotates a bit to the right, and just over his shoulder, the rest of the name plate is revealed. "Entourage." The crowd at ringside begins to go crazy with an inevitable "Thunder-Kiss" chant started by the wild Kiss Army in attendance.
Nicholas leans forward and turns the knob on the door, causing it to open. He swings the door wide open and walks in with that forced, insincere smile on his face. He opens his arms out wide as if to greet the members inside.
We switch camera angles to see the Light Heavyweight Champion Andrew Starr look up from his pre-match stretching, and "Mr. Money" himself, Alex Richmond. And lets just say, these two don't look pleased to see this particular man. [/center] Savich: Booooys! Great to see you again! Starr: Woah, woah, woah, hold it fucktard. Nicholas looks at Andrew Starr who stops his stretching and shoots a disgusted look at Savich. [/center] Savich: What's wrong Andy? Can't a fella just say hello? He opens his mouth wide to show off his pearly whites. Alex then decides to step in. [/center] Richmond: Yeah, course they can! So, hello...and GOODBYE!!Savich: Ahhh, you're killing me, guys! Hahaha! Come on, let's sit and have a drink or two! Starr: I have a MATCH later, and I dont need your pathetic ass disrupting me.Savich: Oh! That's right! Where ARE my manners? By the way, did I ever mention how gooood that title looks around you? You're quite the superSTAR, Starr. Hahaha! Oh look at that, I'm a natural comedian! Starr looks over at Richmond and shakes his head. [/center] Starr: Whatever, why the fuck are you still here?Savich: What is with you two? I already told you, I just wanted to say hello! ---And to wish you good luck in the title unification match! You know, it'd be quite a shame if you were to ... lose such a match! Richmond: Yeah, it would be wouldn't it - genius. Now if you'll excuse us, we gotta prepare for our huge after show party. You know, to celebrate the fact the 'Raj will be in possession of nearly all of ACW's titles! Savich gives a look that pretty much says "Ooooh!" [/center] Savich: Wow, guess you all have big plans for later. It'd be really horrible if--- you know, all that hard work and planning went to no good use. Richmond: What are you implying?Starr: I think he's saying that I'm not gonna beat Hughes.Richmond: Yeah, and it seems to me he might be suggesting that TK won't be walking away with the big one!Starr: IS that what you're telling us? Nicholas begins to desperately shake his head and hold his arms out as if he's calling for mercy. [/center] Savich: Oh no no no! You've got it all wrong! He begins to pace around the room a bit, glancing all around as if he is looking for something. [/center] Savich: But .... it sure would be nice to know if you had some kind of, uhhh, you know. Sureness. Andrew and Alex both continue to look at Savich--semi-intrigued on what he's saying. [/center] Savich: See boys, I can deliver that kind of secureness. For a price ..... Starr looks at Richmond as if they are exchanging thoughts via their minds. [/center] Richmond: Are you trying to...bribe us?Savich: What? No! I'm just offering assistance! I just --- I'd just like some information first. It's more like bartering! Starr: Ugh, what the hell do you want?Savich: I want to be able to guarantee you a title win tonight! Hell - I want to guarantee Thunderkiss the same exact thing! But first, I'd like to know a simple answer to a simple question. "Where is Jay Zero?" Pause.
There is complete silence in the room for several moments. [/center] Savich: It's a simple question guys! Where is he? Think of the trade here! You tell me where he's hiding, and Limelight secures two wins for Entourage tonight! Starr: Get out. Andrew Starr quickly interrupts, barely allowing Nicholas to finish his sentence. Nicholas scoffs and shakes his head. [/center] Savich: I beg your pardon? Starr: I said "Get Out." Now, kindly leave this room before I kick your scrawny ass and throw you out myself! Go!Savich: Hey hey! No need to get frisky here boys! I'm just saying-- Richmond: Just who the HELL do you think you are worm?! First you strut in here like you belong, like you know us, and now you're asking us to SELL OUT our friend just so you can torment him some more. What the hell sorta people do you think we ARE?!
Leave.Savich: Last time I checked, I'm Nicholas Savich godammit! You should be on your knees begging for an opportunity like this! We all know that Hughes and BK are the favorites tonight! Starr: Yeah well losing is just a risk I'm willing to take. I don't need your help and we sure as hell don't need your assistance in ANYTHING! Savich looks at Starr, and then at Richmond. He begins to laugh. [/center] Savich: And to think that I thought you boys were smarter than this! Alex, please, if you will! I know that having Limelight assist Andy and Thunderkiss tonight won't benefit you at all -- so, what price would it take to indeed change your mind? Starr: You kidding? Now you ARE bribing us!Savich: Oh shut your trap dumbass! This isn't about you anymore! Come on Alex! What d'ya say?! Three hundred? Five fifty? A thousand?! Name your price! Whatever it takes to get you to tell me where that scum is hiding! Richmond: Are you actually aware of who you are talking to right now?! Let me put it to you straight - I am the son of Jeremy Richmond, I assume you've not been living under a rock your entire worthless life and I won't have to explain who that is! You think a measly thousand is gonna even make me consider? Please, I carry more in loose bills! Right now you're talking to "Money" and "Royalty"embodied! You'd be better off taking your "big bucks" elsewhere!Savich: Fine, allow me to up the anty a bit! How about five thous--- Richmond: Are you deaf? Or just plain stupid? I'll say this real slow and real clear - you...cannot...buy...me...out! Understand, ace?!
...and, just for the record, none of us have even seen Jay since he laid your sorry ass--Starr: Hold on! Wait a minute, Rich. Andrew puts his arm on Alex's chest and pushes him back a bit, winking at him before facing Nicholas again. [/center] Starr: Alright, you win. Richmond: WHAT?!Savich: Excellent. I knew you'd come through! Richmond: But...he's missing! Nobody's seen him, or Stefanie for that matter!Starr: Don't worry about it, he called me last night. He said he'd be here.Richmond: Wait, he called you but not me? ...sonuva bitch! Nicholas digs deep down into his pocket. [/center] Starr: So what's it set at? Five grand?Savich: Oh, you bet! He pulls out a fairly large money clip at Richmond glares at Starr, wondering what the hell is going through his mind. [/center] Savich: Here we are! One-Two-Three-Four-- He begins counting through all the $500 dollar bills as Starr motions a "Shhh" to Richmond. [/center] Savich: Three thousand - Thirty Five hundred - Four thousand - Fourty five hundred - Aaaaand FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS! He holds the money out as Andrew smiles. [/center] Starr: Great!Savich: Ahh ahh ahh! He pulls the money back out of Starr's reach. [/center] Savich: First you tell me where Zero is, then you get the cash. Starr looks back at Richmond and then nods his head. [/center] Starr: Alright -- Okay, fine. Quickly, Starr stirs up an answer. [/center] Starr: He's been ducking out in the broiler room. He's been sneaking in to at least show Ginger that he's been arriving. He said he's not going to accept your street fight unless you find him first. Savich looks at him, suspiciously. [/center] Savich: The broiler room? Hmph, typical hiding spot for a low life like him... Here's your money. Don't expect Limelight's assistance either after you made it clear that you don't need it when you rudely told me off. Good day gentlemen, good doing business with you. He hands Starr the money and immediately his forced smile turns back into an angry frown. Richmond hits Starr and looks at him confused. Just before Nicholas reaches the door, he turns back around. [/center] Savich: Oh, and one more thing. Expect some location plans for your little celebration party after the show. That is of course if you feel it's only right to comfort your friend Jay while he has to lay drugged up with painkillers in the hospital after tonights massacre. Nyahahahaaa, good night boys! With his sadistic laugh, he turns towards the door and exits the locker room. The door clicks shut and Alex wastes no time in turning around and smacking Andrew again. [/center] Richmond: What the HELL was that?!Starr: Ahh do you smell that Rich?Richmond: ... Smell WHAT?! Starr waves the money right under Richmond's nose. Quickly he swats it away and backs up from Andrew. [/center] Starr: That would be the sweeeet smell of me conning a stupid man into paying me a big Five G's! Starr begins to laugh out loud as he counts his money up. Richmond shakes his head and starts to chuckle. [/center] Richmond: Haha, you clever bastard! Is Jay even here tonight?Starr simply shrugs as he finishes counting the money. Starr: How am I supposed to know? Starr smiles as he walks past Alex Richmond to place his money in a secure location. Richmond begins to laugh to himself once he re-thinks about everything that just happened.
So where exactly IS Jay Zero? Who knows ....
The scene fades out. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:46:16 GMT -5
Match 1: No DQ handicapped Mr. Red and Bo Diaz vs Gabriel Peters (Credit: Mr Red)
“Reds Fan” blares out as the trio of Mr. Red, Mrs. Red, and Bo Diaz emerge from backstage and head to the ring. All 3 slap hands with random fans in the crowd. Bo and Red slide under the bottom rope into the ring and Mrs. Red walks up the steps and climbs in as Mr. Red holds the ropes for her. She slaps hands with Bo and then walks over to Mr. Red. She gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and leaves the ring.
“The End is Near” hits as the crowd begins to boo loudly. There is no sign of Peters for a moment. Red motions for Bo to keep an eye out in the crowd for a sneak attack. Finally Gabriel comes out onto the stage. He drags the body of Alex Trixer out with him. He screams down to Red and Bo that this will be them once he is finished. He reaches behind him and pulls out another baseball bat. He sizes up Trixer, who is still unconscious on the ground.
Red and Bo slide out of the ring and race up the ramp for Peters. Gabe wanted this and swings the bat into the gut of Mr. Red as he draws closer. Bo dodges a swing but is met with a quick low blow from Gabriel.
Gabriel shifts his attention down the ramp and to the other side ring where Mrs. Red is staring up. He walks his way down and starts to pick up speed as he gets closer to her. She starts a run around the ring and then slides in. Gabriel slides in after her and stalks behind her as she tries to crawl to safety. He grabs one of her arms and stops her from crawling further. He locks in one half of his full nelson submission. Red and Bo both make it back to their feet on the stage and begin to sprint to the ring. Out of the corner of the his eye, Gabriel sees them approaching and lets go of the lady.
Bo and Red slide into the ring and are met with a double clothesline from Peters. Gabriel looks from Red to Bo trying to figure out which one to go after next. He reaches down and picks up Mr. Red. He scoop slams Mr. Red as Bo makes it to his feet. Bo charges Gabe and gets caught in a scoop slam as well.
Gabriel grins evilly at seeing himself in control of a match where he is outnumbered. He stomps Bo and walks back to Red. Gabriel pushes Red into the corner and delivers a few punches. After about 3 punches, Red reverses and throws Gabe into the corner and fires in some punches of his own.
Red whips Gabriel into the opposite corner. Bo is back to his feet and charges the corner. Bo clotheslines Gabriel and then bulldogs him to the mat. Red springboards off the ropes and hits a leg drop on Peters. Bo covers Peters.
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Peters throws his shoulder up to stop the ref’s count. Red and Bo pick Peters up and whip him across the ring. Gabriel catches the ropes and stops himself. He looks back across the ring and flips off both his opponents. Bo reacts first and charges. Gabriel ducks and backdrops Bo out of the ring.
He slowly turns his attention to Red. Both men circle the ring as the crowd roars its approval. They have been dying to see these men go at it. Both men charge to lock up. They think the same thing as they deliver kicks to each others midsections. Gabriel then follows with a punch to Red. Red counters with a punch of his own. They go back and forth until Red gains the upper hand and backs Peters against the ropes.
Peters reverses Red’s attempt at an irish whip and sends Red across the ring. He meets Red back in the center and hits him with a belly to belly suplex. Red hits the mat and rolls to the outside. Mrs. Red races around the ring and crouches down beside her man. Some of the crowd doesn’t notice Bo crawling his way around on that side of the ring. Peters does and backs against the ropes and runs at them.
Gabriel soars through the ropes and suicide dives at Mrs. Red and Bo. Bo quickly rises to his feet and catches Gabriel. Bo swings Peters around and power slams him to the floor.
Bo slowly picks Gabriel up and slides him back into the ring. Bo climbs up the turnbuckle and sizes up Gabe. He leaps through the air and connects with a Senton Bomb. He crawls back over to cover.
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Bo stands back up on his knees. He looks around for a minute, thinking of what to do next. He hops back to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle once more. He waits up there until Gabe gets back to his feet. He puts his hands together and leaps in the air to hit a sledgehammer on Peters, who connects with a stiff kick to the mid-section of Bo. Bo collapses to the mat as Peters covers him.
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Mrs. Red reaches in and places Bo’s foot on the rope. Gabriel glares out at Mrs. Red who takes a couple steps back. He quickly slides out of the ring to pursue Mrs. Red. Peters is met with a super kick from Mr. Red, who was waiting outside. Red stomps away at Peters before picking him up and throwing him in the ring.
Peters gets back to his feet as Red climbs the apron to get back in. Gabe delivers a roundhouse kick that knocks Red down on the apron. Gabe turns his attention back to Bo. Bo is sizing up Gabe to try a running boot. Red rolls from the apron into the ring and climbs back to his feet behind Peters.
Bo races at Peters and lifts his boot to connect. Gabriel ducks and Red gets caught in the jaw by the big boot. Red collapses to the mat. Bo stares down at Red for a second and then turns around for Peters. Gabriel catches Bo with a drop toe hold and goes for his Camel-Lock submission finisher.
Outside the ring, Mrs. Red has seen enough. She reaches under the ring and pulls out a baseball bat. She slides into the ring and sizes up Gabriel. She takes a mighty swing and connects right in the center of Gabriel's back. He lets go of Bo and collapses next to him. Mrs. Red races over to Mr. Red and pulls her man across the ring and drapes him over Peters. She sits on top of her man as the ref makes the count.
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Announcer: Here are your winners, Bo Diaz and Mr. Red!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:48:15 GMT -5
Everyone is struggling to their feet after their match. Mr. Red and Mrs. Red are huddled in a corner of the ring. Gabriel Peter leans against the ropes as Bo crawls over and calls for a mic.
Bo: All right. Now it is time for you guys to see the video that I brought tonight. It shows what really happened.
Gabriel and Mr. Red both look at the Alpha-tron as a video starts playing.
8 YEARS AGO
The camera is shown in the kitchen of what is quickly known as Gabriel Peters house. Mr. Red and Bo are shown forcefully coming in through the door. Gabriel's dad is shown at the table. He jumps to his feet and confronts the boys as they yell out for Gabriel.
Dad: Can I help you boys?
Gabriel walks into the kitchen behind his dad.
Gabriel: It's ok, dad. I can handle this.
His dad moves back over to the table but doesn't sit down. Bo moves over behind him to look at some decorations in the window.
Red: Look, Gabe. You got some stuff from Darrell, and he wants his money.
Gabe: I told him that I would pay him when I am good and ready.
Red: He wants your payment now or he wants your life. He is finished playing around, Gabe.
Gabe: Is that why you two are here? You guys are doing his dirty work? You have nothing better to do? Come on, we are friends. We have grown up together. You can't really stand there and tell me that you are going to take me out.
Red: There is a lot of money in it for me. Money can play all sorts of tricks on a man's mind.
Red pulls out a pistol and cocks it.
Red: I will do what I have to.
Gabe: Well fuck you. Do what you have to. He won't get a damn thing from me.
Red lifts the gun up to take aim. At the same time, Gabriel's father is shown stumbling in between them as the gun goes off.
Quick fade back into the ring.
Red grabs the mic from Bo and points angrily at the screen.
Red: What kind of shit is that? You don't see that crap that Gabriel did? Show that damn thing again.
Fade to screen:
It plays back again. As Red fires the gun, Gabriel is shown reaching on the counter and grabbing a knife and lunging at Red. Gabriel's father is once again shown stumbling into view. He is shot by Red from the front and stabbed in the back by Gabriel.
Back in ring:
Gabriel grabs a mic and glares over at Red and Bo.
Gabe: This is all your fault, Bo. I just saw what you fucking did that I didn't notice all those years ago.
Fade to screen:
The same scene is shown again but this time everyone is watching Bo. Bo is shown forcefully pushing Gabriel's father in between Red and Gabe.
Back in ring:
Gabriel slowly climbs out of the ring and backs up the ramp. He points angrily at both Red and Bo. His direction is mostly leading toward Bo after he just found out what he did. Bo grins as he turns to Red. Mr. and Mrs. Red glare back at Bo and start shaking their heads. Bo's expression turns serious as he walks towards Red. They both meet in a staredown as Red now has the same pissed off look that Gabriel had as he left. Mrs. Red drives herself in between the two as the stare down continues. She pushes Mr. Red toward the ropes and finally out of the ring as he backs away, never taking his eyes off of Bo. Bo glares back at Red and mumbles "this isn't the Red I know"
After Red disappears, Bo leaves the ring as the crowd is in a stunned silence after seeing a trio of killers in the ring.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:48:40 GMT -5
Segment: An Old Friend (Credit: Jin) People always knew Jin had a back-story, being a former assassin. But that isn't the kind of life you can just leave behind. Jin still has dues to pay, people to meet, chances to die...Jin is sitting in his luxuries apartment wearing a black suit. He is siting on a brown sofa watching the news. News caster: ...and because of this, Phillips is favored over Thunder Kiss. Jin sighs and goes to change the channel when the sound of a letter being delivered is heard. Jin stands up and walks out the room before walking back in with a letter in hand. He opens it and unfolds a piece of white paper. Dear Agent 2, Jin
This is an old friend, Philip Shad, you may know me. Jin gasps and slams his feet. Jin: How the.. Since you left us for dead in Philly, me and the rest of us have been wanting to see you. Perhaps we could meet, don't bother about arranging anything, we will find you. Being on TV and all, you can't really hide from us? The six of us are coming to see you, be ready.
See you on Monday Jin yells in rage and punches the wall as the scene fades. ----------------------------------------------- SEGMENT: A Speech! (Credit: D. Mainer/Stephen Colbert, for a few of lines in this segment) The arena is a hive of activity as people are enjoying the night and the great action that Bloody Valentine has brought them. Smiles are across the faces of the ACW audience all throughout the arena as people young and old all sit together to enjoy classic entertainment that only the ACW roster can bring. While the camera’s are trained on the titan-tron, off the air is Danny Mainer sitting on a bench in a golden “King of Vegas” vest slash t-shirt and black cargo pants with his hair slicked back and two black woollen pentagram wristbands on either arm. Danny’s face is distraught as he panics, he’s upset about this whole situation with Mei-Feng leaving him for Wayde and he has no idea where to go from here. He sits alone as he prepares by lacing up his black military boots just waiting for the current segment to finish. Danny ties the knot and thinking of that expression a burning pain seers through his head as he was thinking to himself that Mei-Feng Shinoda was the kind of woman he could have married but ultimately this was not to be. In Danny’s mind he feels that Mei-Feng traded a diamond for a sewer rat and that makes him feel down but he has to man up because he’s gotta’ be all bravado out in that ring. Danny looks around and he then looks at the floor between his legs to see a black leather briefcase. Danny reaches down and plucks it off the floor methodically like a claw in an arcade machine, Danny then puts the briefcase on his lap unlocking the two golden latches on the front before rolling the wheels on a 3-digit safe-code. The briefcase cracks open and an aura of air surrounds it as nobody else can see the contents. Danny looks down as dry ice billows out of the briefcase with a “pah-shhhh” noise, Danny waves his left hand like a fan billowing out the smoke a little as it starts to gather pace. Danny then reaches down into the container of his lavish briefcase and pulls out the addiction of many a mortal man. A drink that no man can resist with it’s Hell-raising sugar rushes. The green liquid which tastes like sick and yet is horrifically latchy and has caused the death of a few due to overdoses. This drink I refer to of course is none other then “Relentless”, the drink which smells great, looks like green vomit and tastes like it too but you just CAN NOT put that stuff down. Danny cracks open the can and takes a sip on the refreshing additive pumped sewage letting the liquid slip into his throat and down into his system already feeling the effects of this drink. Danny smiles as he feels his body starting to warm up, he then takes another sip and another repeatedly heading off at the drink before throwing his head back pouring the contents of the can into his mouth which openly receive this liquid. Danny’s downer from losing his girlfriend is completely gone and suddenly his energy levels spike, Danny could damn-well blow Wayde Russler’s head off now or tear it off with a Vegas Vice. Danny: Oh GOD that’s better then sex… THE KING IS BACK!Danny quickly crushes the can in his palms before lobbing it over the back of his head leaving it to the janitor team to pick up. Danny doesn’t give a fuck anymore as it’s time for him to go on air, he then walks over to a table near to the curtain where a stack of switched off microphones lay as “Animotion” by Obsession plays across the speakers. Danny realizes that he’s ready to go on and he can hear the crowd booing already, a huge grin spreads across his face as he’s now back in control and he’s ready to go and wow the crowd with the whole reason he’s going out there in the first place. Danny is out there to deliver a speech, he thunders through the curtains slapping his chest as the crowd boo loudly. Danny roars at the crowd screaming “YEAAAAAAH! You fuckin’ losers!” to people in the crowd by the ramp, he walks to one side of the top stage pointing to people in the crowd yelling generic crap before skirting back to the other side yelling more generic crap at more generic people. Danny then looks as if he’s about to walk to the ring but he stops and raises the microphone while his music dies down, the crowd still booing loudly. Danny: Ladies, Gentlemen, people in the audience, people watching at home. Male, Female and Wayde Russler. I, your God, Hero, Saviour and soon to be Winner of tonight’s contest Danny frickin’ Mainer have came out here to you tonight not to wrestle just yet, that’ll be later but no to deliver an important presentation to you the audience and the losers sitting on their fat backsides with beer and nacho’s at home. I have come to warn you all of a threat which is sweeping the country and by God if we don’t stop it soon our great nation, the United States of America WILL CRUMBLE. Our great nation is a glorious and prosperous nation and it would mean repercussions of catastrophic… that means bad for you idiots out there… levels. We would be at risk every day of our lives and quite frankly I’m not going to let this happen. So, for all you idiots out there wondering what I’m on about with great threats, I’m not talking China, North Korea, Hell I’m not even talking about Al Qaeda. I’m talking about a much bigger threat… Bears.Danny takes a breather while waving his free arm towards the titan-tron and a large picture appears on it showing a poster for “Bear Awareness”. The crowd look at this poster, some chuckling at it because it’s funny, some chuckling because they recognize it and have seen it before and the rest just being totally confused. Danny smiles as he looks around the ring to see all the ugly faces in the audience. Danny feels hot-spots all over his body making him twitch a little, Relentless kicking in quite violently. Danny: Well, this threat used to be containable but because of those damn environmentalist fuckers, rare animals are now treated like Gods and have every possible freedom they could ask for. This is NOT acceptable and there needs to be something done to prevent any further senseless deaths like the one of Janine Marks. Innocent Children are getting attacked every day but these vicious beasts and it’s all because of the damn Tree-Hugging hippies that reside within our country. What we need to do is chain up Bobo the Bear, stick his fat furry ass back in the circus on a chain forcing him to juggle and then maybe he’ll think twice about killing other people.Even the people that hate Danny Mainer can’t help but laugh at his idiocy. They all smile at the fact that he has been suckered into believing this while Danny buzzes off of the laughs he’s getting. Danny then continues with his speech. Danny: Now over the past week I’ve been talking to my good friends that are big-shots in and around the Vegas area and already we have made applications to the senate for Anti-Bear defences. Our ideas include sticking 20 foot high walls in and around the city, going on a regular patrol once a week around the city shooting down any motherfuckin’ bears that think to show their furry faces. But our ammunition needs work too, a bear has never been downed in under five gunshots and a combination of high explosives, assault weapons and trebuchets have only been known to piss the fuckers off. Why can mankind put a man on the moon or invent bras that don’t need straps but not invent a weapon that can take down Yogi-Bear over there?Danny smiles while the crowd are just lost and confused by this nonsense rant. He continues to carry on. Danny: To all those out there thinking “But what about animal cruelty, why do bears deserve such pain?”. Drawing everyone’s attention to the King of Vegas’s bible, God said that all creatures have a soul EXCEPT for bears. I mean just today I read a story on the Toronto Newspapers but apparently a 700-pound polar bear showed up to a kids hockey game. OUR CHILDREN for Gods sake, they’re delicious, easy to eat and you don’t have to throw away the bones! So that’s why I have decided to employ a new decree that’s called “S.A.H. S.A.H.!”. This little rule is called “See a Hippy, Shoot a Hippy”, if you’re huntin’ for da’ bears and some rag-a-tag dog on a string in a tie-dye t-shirt and John Lennon style glasses with his index and middle fingers up at you asks you to put the gun down, you act the contrary and blow the assholes head off. BEARS must be stopped and it’s down to you, the audience to make sure you do something about it. Clear? Thank you for listening to me. But oh wait! No! This isn’t over just yet.Danny smiles as a picture of Wayde Russler appears up in screen, the crowd cheering loudly for the raging alcoholic. Danny: Tonight, I’m going to destroy that man in that ring and I’ll show him what happens to people who screw with the King’s Queen. I will break his GOD-DAMN NECK if I have to and I’m damn certain that when he gets his drunken ass out to the ring that that is exactly what I’ll do. WAYDE, I know you’re listening so when you come out here tonight inebriated and half-conscious just know that I’ll be completely sober and I’ll have a clear head ready to break your freakin’ arms. You’re as good as dead Wayde because gold runs through my veins and blood will pour from yours. NOBODY fucks with Danny frickin’ Mainer EVER and I’ll damn well kill you to prove that!Danny throws his microphone on the floor as Obsession plays over the speakers again, Danny smiles as he walks back into the curtains to booing from the crowd as the Relentless continues to course through his body spiking his energy up even further for the match as we start to draw to a fade rolling onto the next segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:49:47 GMT -5
Match 2: First Blood Match Lucrezia vs. Wolf (Credit: Lucrezia)
Philip reenters the squared circle, signaling for the commencement of the second match on the card. Fans of hardcore stipulations straighten in their seats, anxiously awaiting what's guaranteed to be a violent, bloody affair. The past few encounters between the superstars on the card have been chaotic, to say the least, and it is with some trepidation that Philip switches his microphone on to announce the arrival of the first combatant.
Philip: The following is a First Blood Match! Introducing first, from Winnepeg, Canada; weighing 285; Wolf!
Wolf can't remember the last time he fought in a premiere ACW PPV, but he rises to the challenge with gusto, roaring to the screaming fans as "Mongolian Wolf Star" hits the speakers. With many fist-pumps and chest slaps, the adrenaline-rushed Wolf marches down to the ring, infused with an electrical charge: this is one match he knows he can't lose. After exchanging a few words with referee Keiji Makabe, Wolf mounts a turnbuckle and poses to thunderous cheers.
Philip: And the opponent, hailing from the Vatican, she is the 'Anointed One,' Lucrezia Damiano!
The abrupt theme change transitions the mood of the arena from powerful guitar chords to seductive rhythms. "Strict Machine" accompanies Lucrezia on her loopy journey to ringside. Curiously enough, Cesare is conspicuous by his absence. The more cynical of ACW fans believe this can only mean surprise sabotage. If Lucrezia is bothered by her brother's absence, she doesn't show it, and instead dances like a moving pendulum across the ring, gliding past Wolf in a thoroughly non-threatening manner. Both combatants circle, Lucrezia once more beckoning Wolf closer in what should be their most explosive encounter yet.
Bell rings.
Such a match seems like a gift to Lucrezia, who revels in bloodshed and sadism. The lust for Wolf's blood overwhelms her senses, and the animalistic young woman lunges for his face, brandishing her claw-like hands. Fully aware that it takes a mere pound of pressure to pierce skin, Wolf does not risk going toe-to-toe with his swiping adversary, preferring to neatly sidestep the oncoming assault and allow Lucrezia to sail harmlessly past. Lucrezia grasps the ropes to prevent her from rocketing off; however, this immobility grants Wolf the opportunity to connect a missile dropkick in a rare display of athleticism. Lucrezia screeches and tumbles out of the ring through the ropes, landing awkwardly on her back. The crowd pops for the roaring Wolf, who feeds off the energy with several fist pumps.
McNally: Nice missile dropkick there by longtime Fallout star Wolf.
Edison: Lucrezia'll get 'im back! I like a woman with a bit of spice.
McNally: Lucrezia has more than 'a bit of spice.' She's a flaming chili pepper.
The flaming chili pepper releases an ear-piercing shriek of rage, clearing the top rope with an elegant front layout leap. Wolf attempts a running clothesline, but she meets him halfway with a lunging counter elbow, driving the tip right into his nose. Delirious with pain, Wolf staggers about the ring unable to get his bearings. Lucrezia climbs the closest turnbuckle and takes flight, driving Wolf's face into the canvas with her Baptism signature attack, a top rope diving bulldog. Lucrezia flips Wolf over with a vicious boot to the stomach. She mounts him, her thighs pinning his shoulders to the mat, and raises her talons knife-like to the sky, moments away from plunging them deep into his skin. Using his superior strength, Wolf grabs hold of Lucrezia around the middle, raises her up, and slams her down in a might powerbomb.
McNally: Wolf regains control of this match with a textbook powerbomb reversal.
Edison: I think Lucrezia made the mistake of coming out here tonight without her brother Cesare. Where is that little twerp anyway?
McNally: I'd count on a surprise appearance before the end of the match. Oh, what an eye rake from Lucrezia! Referee Keiji Makabe has the pleasure of keeping this 'Jezebel' in control.
Edison: This isn't the 17th century! Quit calling mean women 'Jezebels!'
As Wolf vainly attempts to dull the pain in his eyeballs, Lucrezia knocks him down with a short range lariat. He rises quickly enough, though still fighting to push the pain away. Lucrezia revolves around in place, gathering speed and momentum, before releasing a tremendous spinning backhand slap, nearly breaking Wolf's jaw clean off. The larger man stumbles over to the ropes, doubled over, prompting Lucrezia to lock in a front face lock. Her leg snaps back, hoping to drive Wolf's crown to the mat in a snap DDT. Wolf has other ideas, however, and he clings to the middle rope, securing his footing. Lucrezia's neck snaps back, and her head meets canvas at an alarming velocity. Sensing weakness, Wolf hoists the struggling woman to her feet and delivers a potent backbrain headbutt. The force of the blow pushes Lucrezia face first into the turnbuckle.
Edison: Ouch. She just got hit...in the face!
McNally: What an astute observation. Yes, Lucrezia's currently in lala land after the tremendous headbutt from Wolf.
Wolf presses his advantage, gripping Lucrezia by her hair and ramming her face repeatedly into the unforgiving turnbuckle. The crowd counts along enthusiastically, but Lucrezia stops the joviality with a blind hooking groin kick. Wolf wheezes, collapsing to the floor, hands gingerly touching his abused package. Lucrezia silences Makabe's protests with a cat-like hiss before driving Wolf's face into the canvas with a high-jumping sitout facebuster. Both competitors take a moment to rise, the match being more physicall exerting than either expected. With a mighty grunt, Wolf beats out Lucrezia with a swift underhook punch, then drapes an arm over his shoulder to connect a stalling vertical suplex that leaves Lucrezia laid out near the turnbuckle. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Wolf is ready to make a giant impact on his opponent. He slowly climbs the turnbuckle, till he's standing on the top rung. Before he can explode with a diving elbow drop, Lucrezia delivers a closed-fist punch straight to his crotch. It's the second crotch shot in less than two minutes, and Wolf can barely suppress a whine of intense agony. Lucrezia joins him on the top turnbuckle, locks in her front face lock, and falls backward, hitting a devastating super DDT dubbed The Final Anointing.
Edison: DAAAANGEROUUSSSS!
McNally: I'll have to agree with you there, Edison. That was one brutal DDT from reigning crazy Lucrezia.
Both combatants are sprawled out in the center of the ring, one in considerable more pain than the other. Lucrezia gets to her feet much faster than her nemesis, and twists his neck around with a swinging neckbreaker. However, this fresh jolt of pain seems to revive the fallen Wolf, or bless him with another surge of adrenaline. He blocks Lucrezia's talon-swipe, holding her wrist firm to lock her in place for another strong headbutt. Wolf lifts the thoroughly stunned woman in the air, setting her up for the Fall from Valhalla. With a resounding crash, he connects this awe-inspiring finisher to tremendous cheers. After he catches his breath, he mounts Lucrezia this time, ready to beat her face to a bloody pulp, when sudden screams erupt in the crowd. He turns to face the ramp, and lets his jaw drop.
Edison: Holy sh--!
McNally: What?! What the hell is this?! Watch out! WATCH OUT!
Like the Roman emperors of old, Cesare rides down the ramp on the back of an actual grey wolf. He brandishes a spear in one hand and an ancient gladiator shield in the other. As the wolf approaches the ring, it takes one gigantic leap and soars over the top rope, teeth ready to rip Wolf's throat out. Time slows down to a standstill for Wolf, who has moments to react before meeting a certain carnivorous death. Inches before the wolf and Cesare crash into him, Wolf extends a leg and knocks Cesare's 'steed' off course with a standing big boot kick. The wolf whinnies, careening to the mat and shaking a shocked Cesare off its back. He scampers back up the ramp, much to the fear of the ACW fans.
Edison: Er...no wolves were harmed in the making of Bloody Valentine...
McNally: Except the one in the ring! Look out, Wolf!
Wolf grabs Cesare by the scruff of his designer shirt and tosses him unceremoniously out of the ring. Satisfied, Wolf is moments away from finishing this match once and for all. However, a revived Lucrezia jumps onto his back, locking in what appears to be her rear naked choke, Matrimony. Before Wolf can knock her off, she opens her jaw, inhales, and chomps down on Wolf's neck. Her sharp, canine-like teeth puncture his skin. Blood spurts freely from the wound, blood that Lucrezia happily consumes and digests, prompting several fans to vomit spectacularly in their seats.
Match Winner: Lucrezia.
The sound technician is too busy vomiting to bother playing Lucrezia's theme song. The Damiano locks on tight, cheeks flushed with color and blood. Soon, several burly security guards and EMTs arrive. It takes the strength of several grown men to pry Lucrezia from her drained victim, She submits willingly enough, licking more blood off her lips with a satiated smirk. Makabe is far too repulsed to raise her hand in victory, and Cesare guides her firmly out of the ring and back up the ramp. Trained medical personnel strap Wolf to a stretcher, no doubt to send him to the ER for an emergency blood transfusion.
Edison: Wow. Just wow.
McNally: There's a wolf running around backstage. Did anyone call animal control? Is anyone calling animal control?!
Edison: I think I'm gonna be sick...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:53:04 GMT -5
Segment: An interview without The Ultimate Competitor Credit: Jon Taylor
Bill can seen backstage, he looks to be heading towards the bar area of the arena. He passes through a few corridors and into a section where a lot of the roster like to socialise. As he passes through this area he hears a loud, high voice. He turns around to see who it is.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Mr. Wright!
The person is Charlotte King, she is running towards Bill. Behind her is a camera man trying desperately to catch up. She finally reaches Bill, though waits to regain her breathe before talking.
Sorry about that. Would you mind doing a short interview? It would be interesting to hear your views without Taylor around.
Bill hesitates before replying. He searches desperately for an excuse, but is unable to find one.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Sure, I suppose.
King has now regained her composure and looks to get the interview underway.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Excellent!
King pauses
First of all, what is your opinion of Taylor's behaviour this past Meltdown and Warfare?
Bill waits to reply, collecting his thoughts.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, I guess his behaviour could be described as a tad erratic, but I firmly believe he has done what needs to be done to get his rematch. I mean, after all, he dominated Fallen Souls for the entire match, but lost it in a lapse of concentration. To me, that shows that he deserves a rematch.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
May I ask do you approve of Taylor stealing Fallen's championship belt and effectively blackmailing him into accepting a rematch?
Bill seems unsure how to answer
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Um, well...in this business I believe that there are sometimes where you just have to do what you have to do. It was quite obvious that Ginger wasn't going to grant Taylor a rematch, so he did what he had to do to get it. I personally see nothing wrong with what he did, I look at it as a negotiation method rather than blackmail.
A smile appears on the face of King
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Would you describe Taylor striking Fallen Souls with his OWN belt, thus knocking Fallen out cold a negotiation method also?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, I think that was Taylor's way of sending a message to Fallen, that he is going to take the title back.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Taylor likes sending messages, doesn't he?
King pauses
I seem to remember that poor Kevin Fitsharris ended up on the wrong side of one of Taylor's messages. Do you recall this incident?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
That was a simple misunderstanding-
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Which ended with Fitsharris out cold on the floor of the Senatorial Stable locker room in a pool of his own blood...
Bill looks to be annoyed by King's constant digging around
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Look, I believe you're taking this out of context.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Did Taylor not say he would do anything to get the title back?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
...Yes.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
What is your opinion on Taylor's current mental state.
Bill looks surprised at this question.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Excuse me, but isn't that taking it a bit too far?
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Please answer the question, Mr. Wright.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I think Taylor's mental health is perfectly fine; he is just focused on getting his championship back right now. For example, if you lost your job as an interviewer for no reason would you not try to do everything to get it back?
King looks taken aback.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
...I guess so-
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, that is what he's doing; trying to do anything he can to get his title back, which he believes is truly his.
King decides to move on.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Lastly, what are your thoughts on Taylor's opponent, Fallen Souls?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, obviously I think he is a talented competitor; he wouldn't have won that title otherwise. Though, I believe he is going to be slightly out of his depth come later on tonight-
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Im sorry, but I fail to see how Fallen Souls is out of his depth considering his a two-time International Champion and also a former Light Heavyweight champion.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, you saw the previous match - Fallen was on the back foot the whole match, he won the match with his first offensive move.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer
Point taken. Thanks for the interview, and wish Taylor good luck from me.
As King heads off in search of another person to interview Bill looks relieved that she is gone before he could dig an even bigger hole.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:53:43 GMT -5
Segment: The Parable of the Two Sons (Credit: Lucrezia)
Gasping for breath, the younger Damiano collapses in the shared locker room, his clothes ripped and hair disheveled. Lucrezia glides in not long after, licking the corners of her bloodied mouth with a dexterous tongue. She smacks her lips with relish before joining her brother on the floor, arm draped awkwardly across his neck. Cesare and Lucrezia pant; their breaths dance in a rhythmic two-step. Lucrezia dips a fingernail in her crimson cavern of a mouth, scooping up a glob of fresh Wolf essence. She nurses Cesare like a cub too young to hunt and forced to submit to the dominance of the mother--a role Cesare is only too keen on playing.
With a final lick, Lucrezia's digit returns to a pristine, slick wetness. Cesare gulps down the metallic copper taste with the slightest trace of a grimace. Lucrezia pats his cheek, running her nails down a dazed countenance to scratch at the neck flesh so willingly exposed. Cesare shudders, the wolfish sanguine contents stirring in bulging veins, infusing him with an otherworldliness too foreign for speech, too mystical for thought, too extraneous for the pen. Lucrezia's powerful pupils bore into him like a power drill. Deep now, pinching nerves and tugging heartstrings. Numb now, jaw slacking and dribbling bodily fluid. Quiet now, murmuring a lullaby, but the words remain unclear.
Blackness.
Cesare: What the-?!
He jolts up, thrashing about. Lucrezia restrains him effortlessly. His vision is blurry, unfocused. He makes out two distinct entities in the room. One is Lucrezia, bearing down on him with the same manic grin, eyes dancing in his. The other must be...?
Voice: You once wondered what it was like to stand before the gates of San Pietro. Now you know: you remember nothing.
Cesare: ...Padre?
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: The very same.
Cesare casts his father an appraising scan. The haughty features and upturned nose remain constant, though Cesare does not miss the unmistakable signs of aging: receding hairline, wrinkled hands, bags of skin collecting under the eyes. He remains the Cardinal, flowing red robes brushing the dust off the floor, twinkling silver crucifix spinning in a midair dangle. Cesare shakes his head, memory jogging to reclaim the past.
Cesare: Wh...what happened?
Cardinal Damiano: You died.
Cesare: Death. How ignominious. Tell me it didn't last long.
Cardinal Damiano: It's always harder to bring someone back the first time.
Right. The plan. Pieces float across the span of his brain, interlocking to reveal the full picture. Ghigliottina Gentile. Holy blood, holy mission, Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam. For the Greater Glory of God.
The Gentle Guillotine.
Cardinal Damiano: Lucrezia. Your father is waiting.
With a silvery laugh, Lucrezia floats over to the Cardinal, prostrating herself before him. He grips a fistful of her chestnut, silky hair, mashing her skull against his midsection. Cesare looks away, bored by a procedure too often practiced in front of him. The staccato grunts of the Cardinal crescendo, transposing to a high falsetto as Lucrezia brings him to his full. His arthritic knees buckle, though miraculously he retains a vertical base. Lucrezia crawls away, twice satiated and ready for a lengthy nap.
Cardinal Damiano: You displease me, Cesare. It took a month for Lucrezia to feast on this wolfish flesh. This is time I don't have.
Cesare: Yes, father. I beg for forgiveness.
The eldest Damiano opens his mouth to reply, but is struck with a violent coughing fit, turning a delicate shade of purple. Cesare rushes to his father's side, procuring a handkerchief from his vest pocket and pressing the cloth to his father's lips. When the fit subsides, Cesare draws away, revealing shocking red stains on the white thread.
Cesare: Father...
Cardinal Damiano: You see?! You see what's to become of me?! And yet you insist on idling?!
Cesare: Please, father, I--!
He never gets the chance to finish his sentence. With a resounding whack, Cardinal Damiano backhands his son with all the force his old bones can muster, sending him careening to the floor. Cesare tastes his blood seeping from the corners of his mouth and retches. The Cardinal leers over him, supremely unconcerned.
Cardinal Damiano: I do not tolerate idleness. I do not tolerate failure. Suck these wretched heathens dry or face my...displeasure.
Cesare nods, unable to look into his father's eyes. The Cardinal turns away, making for the locker room door. Lucrezia crawls over to the door, blocking his exit.
Cardinal Damiano: Would you like a treat, my pet?
She nods, opening her freakishly flexible jaw wide. The Cardinal deposits a hard candy deep into her throat, which she swallows expertly. He takes advantage of Lucrezia's lust for candy and exits moments later. Cesare straightens up, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He glances over at Lucrezia, now rolling over onto her back, pedaling dog-like with elastic limbs. She's getting worse. Each day, little by little, her mind slips further from his grasp.
He pats his thighs, and she ambles over to him like a lovesick puppy, resting her head in the softness of his lap. He strokes her hair, gentle fingers massaging her sensitive scalp. She croons, her breath even and steady. Soon she's asleep, soul drifting off to dream land. Cesare strokes her hair well into the night. What drives the Damianos to such devilry? God, for the Cardinal. Pain, for Lucrezia. And Cesare?
For the greater glory of his sister.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:55:37 GMT -5
Segment: Post-traumatic romantic (Credit: Danny Mainer)
The scene opens onto Danny Mainer who is sat alone in the backstage parking lot shivering and shaking in upset. He’s obviously distraught by something. No tears have reached Danny’s eyes but give him enough time and they will, Danny is sat on the hood of his car which is a 1992 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X sprayed jet black with no nicks or scratches, looking brand new with a golden crown vinyl on the hood and on the driver door is the Guns N Roses logo and on the sunroof is a white skull with flaming eyes. Danny sits on the boot clasping something in his hand as he just moans to himself rocking backwards and forwards on the hood of his car. Danny is in black jogging pants adorned with army boots and a golden t-shirt with a big golden crown on it. Danny runs a hand through his hair which is drenched with water, Danny looks down at the picture which is clasped in his right hand as he continues to shiver in the cold night air just looking at the picture. The camera spins around over his shoulder to show a picture of Danny Mainer and Mei-Feng Shinoda with their arms around each other stood in line at a Ferris wheel at a funfair, Mei-Feng has a huge stick of Candy Floss in her left hand.
Danny can’t bear it anymore as he tears the picture in half and then each half into quarters before letting the shreds of the photograph fall to the floor. Danny doesn’t realize that a pair of eyes are watching over him from behind, he continues to shiver as he starts to mutter to himself in a distraught haze.
Danny: Mei you stupid… stupid bitch. Why the fuck did you leave ME for Wayde for God’s sake… You fucking whore! Why?! Damn bitch…
Danny pauses, not speaking for around 20 second when suddenly, a soft hand makes its way onto Danny’s shoulder, Danny damn near craps his jogging pants as he spins around looking right into the comforting eyes of Alicia Laureano. Danny clutches his heart area on his chest to show he was shocked and starts breathing heavily.
Looking over his shoulder, he finds none other than Alicia Laureano with an expression of concern on her face.
Alicia: Man, you don’t look so good, Danny. You’ll catch the mother of all colds sitting out here… everything ok?
Danny: Uhmm uhh! Yeah I’m fine, just thinking about things.
Alicia furrows her brow.
Alicia: Like what?
Alicia looks comfortingly over to the wound-up Mainer who’s quickly shielding himself, locking out the rest of the world. A cheesy grin spreads right across his face and it becomes apparent… Danny suddenly goes into jackass mode and slaps his chest pointing at Alicia aggressively.
Danny: Y’wanna know what I’m thinking about? Why British chicks can never mind their own damn business! Don’t you have something else you could and should be doing Laureano?
The reaction hardly comes as a massive surprise, but Alicia sighs nonetheless.
Alicia: Several thousand things, actually. Even so, there’s no need for you to be a twat…
Danny walks backwards getting away from Alicia as quickly as possible, not having the guts to be open about how he feels and so he quickly runs backwards.
Danny: Twat?! I don’t even know what the Hell that means, you stay the Hell away from me you crazy woman. Who the Hell do you think you are Alicia? I’m Danny frickin’ Mainer, not your best god-damn buddy Charlotte King. Leave off you crazy hooker. Got it? Stay the Hell away from me.
Alicia: Jeez, breaking it to me gently, are you? I get the message, love, no need to get stroppy.
Danny walks backwards off towards a nearby set of double doors trying to get the hell away from Alicia as quickly as possible and without care for what Alicia has to say.
Danny: Yeah it is how I wanna be. I don’t need you or anyone else, I’m fine on my own thank you very God-damn kindly. Now screw-off before I blow your pretty little head off and knock you out cold for the rest of the night.
Alicia rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips, her patience expiring.
Alicia: Oh, whatever, Mainer. I’ve no interest in standing around listening to you paper over the gaping cracks in your self-esteem by insulting me, so I’ll leave you and your oversized ego to yourselves.
Danny: Good! I never wanted you to try and help me out in the first place. The only reason I even came to ACW was to beat the shit out of people. I don’t need you or your damn kindness. So yeah, get lost ‘cause I don’t NEED friends. I’ve got my connections and myself ‘cause I AM FUCKING ROYALTY! I’m the King of Vegas and there’s nobody that can disprove that. I’m off to go kick Wayde’s ass lady and don’t you try and stop me.
Danny is literally barking words at this point and he then storms off leaving AK behind. Danny’s mind is set on victory as he kicks his way through Double Doors. Danny then storms off trying to find what he can to take to the ring in the violence that will ensue tonight. Danny flies down a corridor storming off to find out whatever he can thundering past stage crates and random lead pipes. Dan looks around at the brick walls as they drift past him as he storms along the corridor. He then sees a set of double doors headed with “Locker Rooms”. Danny smashes his shoulders barging the door wide open knocking a poor technician with a hot cup of coffee flat on his ass, Danny seems to have been fuelled with aggression now.
With a malicious intent Danny completely ignores the man squawking on the floor speeding straight past him with a determined look after his face. After thundering past wave after wave of locker room doors without a second glance he eventually stops outside his door. He takes 3 quick steps back before flying forward knocking the door off of it’s hinges with a Vegas Blackout. Crashing through the empty frame Danny over-powered his kick and ends up falling onto his back hindering his rush. Danny then walks over to his couch at the seat edge and flips it onto his back, Danny reaches down and grabs the object of his desire… a can of Pepsi Max.
Danny: Dammit. If I’m gonna’ beat Wayde I’m gonna’ act like the jerk-off! Drinking excessive crap ahoy! Now where the Hell is my Dr. Pepper keg?!
Danny looks around furiously as we draw to a fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 15:58:15 GMT -5
Match 3: Thunder Train vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: CheFalcon)
The camera cuts back to ACW as the action is ready to begin again. Inside the ring stands Phillip Jones, ready to introduce the next match and the participants.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! On the way to the ring first, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 230 pounds, JASON FREEMAN!
Boos fill the arena as "Ugly" by The Exies blasts the arena's speakers. Out onto the stage walks Freeman, with more boos heard. A bandage can be seen on his head from the assault by Thunder Train this past Monday. The chorus of the song blares and pyros light up the sides of the stage. Freeman continues down the ramp until...
BAM! Out of what seems like nowhere, yet obviously the back, Thunder Train appears and clotheslines the back of Freeman's head. Freeman goes crashing onto the ramp and rolls down it a little bit. The fans boo Thunder Train's actions as he follows Freeman down the steel ramp. He picks up Freeman and throws him into the barricade. Freeman's head goes smack into it as the crowd "OOOOOO"s it. Thunder Train picks up Freeman again and tosses him into the other barricade. This time it's Freeman's back that hits it. Freeman cries out in pain as Thunder Train picks Freeman up by the hair and drags him closer to the ring. Various referees try to break it up but Train just pushes them away.
Now they are at the ring. Thunder Train takes Freeman's head and slams it into the ring post multiple times. Freeman is now busted open and Train smiles. He throws Freeman down and pulls up the ring apron. He searches under the ring and finds a steel chair. He lifts it over his head and smashes it onto Freeman's back, not once, not twice, hell, not even 3 times but 7 times. Train picks Freeman up again and takes him and slams his face into the ring steel ring steps. The referees try again to break it up and this distracts Train. He turns around and starts walking towards the refs asking them "What are you going to do about this?" He chuckles at the refs and turns his attention back to Freeman, however, this distraction has allowed Freeman to regain some of his composure. He tries to punch Train in his stomach and while his blows connect, he doesn't have enough strength to bring down the big man.
Train knees Freeman's chest and turns him and throws him into the ring. Train slides underneath the ropes and stands back up. Freeman tries to crawl to out of the ring but Train grabs his leg and pulls him back. He drops an elbow onto Freeman who lets out a giant gasp. Train rolls off of Freeman and picks him up. He lifts him up and does the Derailment (Suplex Powerslam). Crashing to the mat is the only choice Freeman has. Train smirks then rolls out of the ring. He walks to the ring steps and pulls the top half off and throws it into the ring. However, ACW officials, security, and more refs come down and restrain Train, preventing him from getting back into the ring. Train rolls his eyes and says "Fine, I'm done here anyway." Train then starts walking up the ramp while the various members of ACW enter the ring to check on Freeman, who seems lifeless lying in a pool of his own blood. The camera cuts back to Train who is now atop the ramp raises his arms to a loud reaction of boos. The final scene shown is Freeman lying in the ring before the camera fades.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:02:24 GMT -5
Segment: “Shadow Farm - The Finale” Credit: FSX/T-Kiss WHAT IS... [shadow=red,left,300]SHADOW FARM?[/shadow][/center][/size] ACW Arena NOW [For almost two weeks FSX has been in possession of a dark, sinister secret, one he has had trouble keeping under wraps. In fact, it's likely the reason that he's been going even more insane then usual. The moment he found out he wanted to just get on a microphone and tell the world, but he knew he had to wait for the most appropriate time to do so and that hour has finally come. Realizing that ACW PPV’s always draw a bigger crowd and buy rate, he has chosen Bloody Valentine to be his platform of truth. His first goal of seizing the attention of the people is quickly accomplished by making an unscheduled appearance in the ring. The time is right, the hour is now and FSX stands ready.] FSX: Ladies and gentlemen, and those that happen to be in between. You know, both genders. Almost one month ago I embarked on a quest to answer a simple but very irritating and difficult to get an answer to question - what IS in Thundergy? After seeing everyone backstage and in the crowd sucking this stuff down like candy, I knew there had to be a reason for Thundergy’s addictive nature. Likely a reason that was evil and intent on destroying the world one customer at a time! As I look out into the crowd now, I see many of you drinking this substance yet none of you realize what is at the core for the liquid, but I do. I do because I had to go the hell and back to discover what the damn "secret ingredient" to this thing is, for you people! Literally, Ecuador is directly above hell. Who knew? [He closes his eyes for a moment and remembers back to that fateful night in Ecuador. There he stands, in the middle of the Shadow Farm inside the main shed. FSX remembers looking for a light and finally finding one. As the overhead lights came on and extinguished the darkness, he began to see unimaginable horrors. So horrible in fact that he started a dialog to himself about their incredible horror and the shock he experienced, before finally crying out 'NOOOOOOOOO'. Thousands of bodies, hanging from the ceiling totally devoid of any life. A large processing machine in the middle of the shed where they were being dropped into, one by one. The smell of the power, or rather Horispoma, coming out of the processing machine after each “grinding” was complete. The memory alone makes him want to vomit. He likely would if he wasn't trying to make everyone in attendance vomit.] FSX: What I hold in my hands is a bag of Thundergy’s “secret ingredient” Horsapiosa. Does that name sound familiar? It should. You may know it better as “Homosapiens.” And if you still haven’t been able to connect the dots yet, something is seriously wrong with you. Perhaps I should be blunt, just come out with it already for those in attendance that never went to school... [FSX leans over the ropes on the camera side of the ring. Raising the microphone as close to his lips as possible, he takes a deep breath and drops the “truth bomb” on the crowd.] FSX: THUNDERGY IS MADE OF PEOPPPPPPPPPPPLE! ITS MADE OF PEEEEEEOPLE! YOUR ALL LIQUID CANNIBALS! ABOMINATIONS OF GAWWWWWWWDD! YOUR DRINKING HUMAN BEINGS! FOREIGN PEOPLE, SURE, BUT PEEEEEEOOOOOOPPLE![Stunned silence emanates from the crowd.] FSX: Don’t drink it! I saw them being dropped off a conveyor belt into a processing machine! The addictive ingredient inside Thundery comes from us! It comes from PEEEEEEEEEEEOPLE! Your all addicted to PEEEEEEEOOPLE! MONSTERS! [And then - ] Crowd: Heh. HAH! Hahheahahahahahah! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH! [This is *NOT* what he expected. Instead of throwing away their Thundergy and running toward the exits, the crowd actually begins to laugh in amusement. They don’t believe him, none of them do. A few even joke about it.] Random Fan 1: Hey, how does your PEOPLE taste tonight? Random Fan 2: My PEOPLE taste pretty good! Want to try? Random Fan 3: I also enjoy human flesh! Hey, look at me, I'm fitting in! Ahahahahaha! [Frantically FSX tries to plea with the crowd, tries to get them to understand this is *NO* joke!] FSX: Listen to me! This is no joke! [He even tried saying some things that weren't blatantly obvious] FSX: The company that makes the drink, Tagruato, has been kidnaping Ecuadorian citizens for months and using them like spices! Why don’t you people believe me!? I'M TELLING THE TRUTH! PEOPLE AREN'T MADE FOR DRINKING! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Ahh that FSX. Such an imagination! Maxwell McNally: Yeah, what a character! Always the kidder! [FSX continues to scream bloody murder in the ring to the amusement of everyone except Chairman Gingerdude. Seeing this as nothing more than a publicity stunt that is slowing the pace of the show, he orders the ACW security team to ring to escort FSX out of the arena! Well, out from ringside anyway. He still has a match later tonight! Like the Imperial Guard, 20 plus men come down the ramp way in a single file line.] FSX: Get away from me! Why don’t any of you understand?! Your all cannibals! What don't you get?! [Surrounding FSX like a SWAT team, security prepares to pounce on him if he does not come quietly.] FSX: Don’t taze me, bro! Don’t taze me! [The signal is given and FSX is quickly subdued. He doesn’t go quietly. Kicking and screaming he continues to plea with the masses for them to listen to him but he might as well be speaking to a crowd full of deaf mutes. The laughs continue until he is finally pulled out of sight and the fans prepare themselves for the next match. On the Alpha Tron come images of young children, mothers and the elderly drinking bottles of Thundergy, approving its taste with a smile full of ignorance.] [END?] ...Somewhere ... Mr. Mumbles: Tonight you found out a very important lesson Mr. Souls.... [The mysterious man pulls a voice box away from this throat. He finishes his sentence in his true and very familiar voice.] Seymore McFadden: ...you can’t save the ignorant. [What a twist? Either way, it's over.....OR IS IT?!] Fade.
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