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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:21:55 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Fallen Heroes
ACW Spring Tour 2008: The Road to Omega Effect IV
Arena Mexico, Mexico City Capacity Crowd: 17,000
Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------------------------
Hitman of the Gods vs. Colossus Rhodes
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Sarin Rossi VS Danny Mainer [C] - ACW International Championship
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"Black & White" Dan White VS Aiden Joseph [C] - ACW World Heavyweight Title
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30 Person Fallen Heroes Grand Battle Royale
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:22:41 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Fallen Heroes (Credit: Dan White)
And so it begins.
The Arena Mexico is full to bursting; the ticket hawkers will be celebrating a umper payday long into the night, but no one in the venue cares. However they’ve managed to secure their seat, everyone is certain that tonight will be one to live long in the memory…
The arena falls into darkness, triggering lots of pre-emptive cheering. Up above the entrance way, there's a blackened screen, with a synthesiser opening playing...after a couple of seconds it suddenly bursts to life.
Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
“Stupid Motherfucker” by Mindless Self Indulgence plays in the background, as the images of Rena Matheson, Jon Taylor, The Libertines and Fallen Souls appear on screen.
Should I talk slower like you're a retard Should I talk slower like you're retarded
Yo they think you're dumb, I think you're smart No, wait, I lied, I think you're dumb They think you're dumb, I think you're smart No, wait, I lied, I think you're dumb
The images of Ross & Spike Lambert, Thunder Train, Simba Musafa, Jake Steele and Jay Zero appear alongside the original four.
Get it. Get it. Get it. You just don't get it Get it. Get it. Get it
You stupid motherfucker You stupid motherfucker You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker You stupid motherfucker You stupid motherfuck
The images of Mr. Red, Freeman, Ryan Cooper, Hitman and Hughes then join those on screen.
Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me? Is it simple enough for you? Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
Alex Richmond and Silencio join the other 15 people on screen.
Should I talk slower like you're a retard Should I talk slower like you're retarded
Yo they think you're dumb, I think you're smart No, wait, I lied, I think you're dumb They think you're dumb, I think you're smart No, wait, I lied, I think you're dumb
Senator Steve Phillips and Andrew Starr are added to the equation, leaving the inevitable two people out.
Get it. Get it. Get it. You just don't get it Get it. Get it. Get it
You stupid motherfucker You stupid motherfucker You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker You stupid motherfucker You stupid motherfuck
BK London and Adrian Flamingo are added to the picture, on total opposite sides of each other, as the words “Fallen Heroes” fade in to the background, and the music fades out, as we cut to the live action.
The camera opens up in the Arena Mexico, with a packed out crowd, who are entertained with the usual spectacular fireworks opening, and we cut to McNally and Edison at ringside.
McNally: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to ACW's Fallen Heroes! We're here on the first of our stops on the World Tour, right here in Mexico City! And boy do we have an exciting card for you here tonight, with myself, Maxwell McNally, and my co-commentator Eddie Edison calling the matches tonight. Edison: Man, I am so STOKED for tonight! Look at some of the matches we'll see! We're gonna see the International Title on the line, with Danny Mainer defending it against the returning Sarin...And we've also got the Clash of the Titans...two of the biggest men ever to collide in an ACW ring, as Hitman faces off against Colossus Rhodes! And also...
Edison looks up over the ring, and the camera pans upwards, looking at the steel structure hanging from the rafters.
McNally: A match simply known as the “Pyramid From Hell”, and apart from what we can see above us, we know very little about this match. Edison: The World Champ Aiden Joseph will have to fight in that thing! Against the guy who's wanted his ass for the past 6 months! McNally: Um, he didn't want his ass, Eddie...do you even watch shows? You're turning into Hunter, or something...
Ba-dum tssh!
McNally: And of course, the Road to Omega Effect begins tonight, with the 30-man Fallen Heroes Battle Royale taking place.
Edison: And THAT will be the main event! The match that will shape up the next 2 months, leading up to the greatest event the planet has ever seen! Man, I'm so excited, I need to calm down!
McNally: We know so far that last year's winner BK London, and Adrian Flamingo will start out in this match with numbers 1 and 2 respectively. It's safe to say both these two have an instant outside shot of winning, but it's happened before. We all remember when Torak went from 3rd to the final 3 back in 2006.
Edison: I don't know, Max, I gotta say, my pick this year is Jon Taylor. He has it all: the look of a champion, the composure, the attitude...
The pair are cut off, as the titantron lights up with the Chairman of the Board, Gingerdude showing up in his office. This gets a few jeers from the crowd, as he impatiently waits for someone on the phone.
Gingerdude: Look...just listen-LISTEN! I don't care! I just want you to make sure everything is okay back at the home office...I don't care! Just make sure everything is in place!
He slams down the phone, clearly stressed. He looks over his desk, to his secretary.
Gingerdude: Man, you would not believe how busy it gets at this time of the year. A World Tour, trying to book a venue for the King of the Death Match...and getting this match organised for the World Title tonight.
Secretary: Do you want me to organise a call with Memphis town hall? We had the tournament there the last two years.
Gingerdude: True, but I'm looking at other venues this year. And agh, I have new contracts the renew and to bin...it's never been so busy.
Secretary: Well I can help if-
Gingerdude: Don't worry about it, I have an idea. I'll let you in on it.
He's about to speak but pauses, turning the the camera. He signals for them to kindly “piss off”, and the camera slides out the door as Gingerdude discusses his plans.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:23:27 GMT -5
Segment: Time is Nearly Up, Fuckers (Credit: The Revolutionary)
It's finally Fallen Heroes. The one night where everything that can go wrong, most likely will. For the past two months, you've seen someone come to your cozy little universe and proceed to fuck it up. Well, if you're Rattlesnake, that is.
When something like this happens, it impacts your daily routine. You're left to think about just what will happen next. The stuff you do everyday starts to take the backseat and by then, days have gone by and that one question still infects your mind.
Then you see what happens next and you crave to see more. You can't help it. It's who you are. You find yourself becoming some mindless drone that thinks nothing but wanting to see what happens next. By then, you're too late. You can't be helped.
All of you mindless drones will have your answer tonight. Not only to what happens next, but also to who is behind all of this. Aha! The one question that is plaguing everybody's mind. Just who am I? Where did I come from? Why am I here? What drives me to consistently kick Rattlesnake's ass?
The answer to the last one is because I want to. The rest of them, well, they'll be answered soon enough.
The countdown is on the verge of ending. Time is nearly up. Do you think you can possibly comprehend what will happen when the time comes? You may say yes, but deep down in your heart, you can't handle it. Your brain is furiously trying to work to put all of the pieces together, but it's missing one major piece. It hasn't looked between the lines yet.
It's almost time. The guise that is The Revolutionary shall be revealed soon enough. You better be prepared because it's guaranteed that you won't believe what you see.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:26:33 GMT -5
BIGGER THAN HITMAN'S FOREHEAD: IT'S THE WEEK IN REVIEW! Credit: Showtime, Jon Taylor]Ah, a nice change of scenery. Beautiful clear waters.. Lovely women in their bikinis playing volleyball.. Showtime and Jon Taylor sipping on martinis while wearing khaki shorts and tacky Hawaiian shirts? This could only mean one thing… MIAMI VICE REMAKE!!! Okay, no, but it’s something just as awesome..Narrator: Live from sunny Cancun, Mexico, it’s the Week in Review!! Brought to you by Latin-O’s! The tasty whole-wheat, jalapeno-flavored cereal that lets you start off any morning with that Latino heat! And by the new Saturday morning children show El Froggy Mask and friends! Hey, if you can’t get out of Fallout, you gotta do something else to pay the bills. Showtime: Man, it feels good to be in Cancun! Beautiful beaches, beautiful women, and my nigga JT helping me out with the Week in Review!! What’s up, pimpin’?! Enjoying the honeys here? Jon Taylor: Of course I'm not, who would enjoy Mexicans?! They stink worse than shit! Showtime: Damn… No love for the mamacitas. Doesn’t matter to me though. There’s only honey on my list, and she’s Ayres. Aka Echo aka The Ravaged aka Showtime’s future baby mama! We even stayed in the same hotel room. Granted, she did mention something about some fucked-up slow Chinese death of a thousand cuts if I didn’t shut up, but at least she’s warming up to me! Anyway, onto business! This Week in Review is special because it marks the beginning of the global series of Week in Reviews! That’s right! I’m gonna be pimpin’ all over the world, baby! Moscow. Vienna. London. Berlin. Sydney. Tokyo. Seoul. Showtime’s international fans are gonna get what they want! Taylor: Chinks, Japs, Nazis, Sluts? You disappoint me man. Showtime: And your attempts at getting me kicked off the air with your delightful racism disappoints me. but lets get this on and poppin’! Now, normally, I go through every match on the card, but since most of them are gonna suck, lets go straight into the rumble! That’s right, Fallen Heroes is here, and that means that the new number one contender will be decided. Will Libertines defy all logic and main event Omega Effect?! Libertines did put on a wrestling clinic with Josh the Jersey Boy, but seriously.. Does anyone believe that he can overcome the odds? Obviously, not Showtime and Jon Taylor because they look at each other and laugh hysterically. Showtime: Or will everyone’s dream become a reality when the Second Coming wins the big one? That sounds a lot more believable than Simba Mufasa winning the damn thing? And another thing.. Simba Mufasa? What the fuck, man? Why not just go with Sebastion Ariel if you’re just in it to support the fact that you have a fetish for Disney characters? Taylor: It's a well known fact, Showtime - the rest of the talent is just plain FILLER. Freeman? Ha, NEED I say more?! I didn't think so. The Train? Is running out of steam once it stops at station The Ultimate Competitor. And Mr. Red? More like Mr. Jobber-- Showtime: Wait, wait.. We’ll get to the no-names later. Don’t want you to bust into another tirade this early in the show, man. Taylor: Hey, what you think you doing interrupting, me man! I was getting into the zone there and you went and stopped me! Showtime: Chill, man, chill! Things have changed since last you were here. I can whip your ass man ‘cause I got the glow. Taylor: Hahahaha! You got glow but I got talent; there's a distinct difference! Showtime: Man, fuck you! See.. First, you get your own show, and now, you’re dissing me.. That’s not cool, dawg. But anyway, lets get back to this. We have our random computer generator here to pick out a member of the Fallen Heroes Rumble for us to analyze! Go, go gadget do-hickey! Wow, Showtime’s obviously making the best of that rather hefty paycheck of his, brining the big screen with him and renting out a nice spot on the beach. The screen randomly goes through pictures of the various combatants in the rumble, and it stops on….. He wants it… REVENGE!!!! BK LondonDebut: 2004 The home of the Whopper and loser of the big matches. Was met with a crushing defeat at the hands of Wyvern at Omega Effect 2007. Even if he was to win the rumble, expect London’s bridge to fall down yet againShowtime: Man, what a whammy to start off with! Now, BK is in a heated feud with Adrian Flamingo right now, so he’s bound to be distracted. Makes things a helluva lot easier for us. Now, seriously, I could whip his ass like I did Jerome Carter’s on a regular basis back in the day, but if Flamingo does it for us, all the better. Some say that he’s a favorite; I say he’s a dick with no balls, meaning that he won’t go the distance! Hell, he won’t even be able to put up a decent performance! Taylor: Ah, one of Gingertwat's golden boys! Distracted or not, BK's getting his assed kicked in this match. The only reason he won it last year was because I didn't debut until 6 months after Fallen Heroes 07! The reason they say he's a favourit is because Gingertwat pushes this faggot like he's a god to the fans; another reason why the fans don't know shit! Personally, I think Flamingo will take BK out as soon as the bell rings, but if something odd occurs and BK makes it past Flamingo then I'll be more than happy throw his no talented ass over the top rope myself! Showtime: And I’m sure as hell more than willing to do the same thing! Beating up his bloodline is what I do best!. Now… Next turkey on the list! The random generator goes and stops on…. This is pro wrestling, not a casting call for Rent on Broadway. The LibertinesDebut: He’s like a dirty whore, keeps coming and going.. coming and going.. you get the drift. Fuck it. He doesn’t stand a chance.Automatically, the generator goes on and stops once again, stopping on…This speaks for itself.Jon TaylorDebut: 2007 One of the fastest growing stars in ACW. He could be the head of a new generation and usher in an era of greatness…. If he could keep his ego in check. Showtime: Now, this is better. This Jon Taylor guy is called the Ultimate Competitor for a reason. He has a physique that was sculpted on Mount Olympus in the form of a Grecian god. His Muay Thai strikes have mutilated the faces and shattered the spirits of men. The Triangle of Perfection is his method of destruction, and it can be applied within an instant. Fighters beware. He will make you his bitch. He’s Jon Frickin’ Taylor! Jon Taylor: Ah, finally someone worth talking about! Yes that's right me! I'm coming into this match not only to retire Old Man Phillips but to also beat the living hell out of every person who has the unfortunate luck of having to the fact most talented person on the ACW Roster! It doesn't matter if I have to face 1 person, 2 people, 3, 4, 5 or even 6 - because I'm just that good that I'll send each of them over the top rope landing on their asses! Showtime: And god, he’s modest too! Lets see if the next pick is as humble as JT! Here I go again on my own! Er.. Wrong segment. The next person to be rippe.. I mean analyzed is…Ah, that effeminate look might get you chicks in Japan, but over here, you look like a fag. Jay ZeroDebut: 2006 Oh, this asshole. He got laid out by Showtime recently for being a douche. Sure, he beat the World Champ in a non-title match, but when the champion’s Aiden Joseph, that’s not a big accomplishment.Showtime: I’ll handle this. Jay Zero! God might love you, but I think you’re a cunt! Now, there’s a reason why I laid your ass out in that run-down gym you were at. It was to send a message to you! Jay Zero, you better lay down or get knocked down! Now, sure, I was beating the shit of the guy that was supposed to be you, but that was a satirical asswhipping. You didn’t have to go get all bent out of shape about it. You interrupted a great match, and because of your habit of trying to steal the spotlight from me, I gotta put your ass back to your place with the muthafuckin’ Kao Dode. Jay, we both know that even zeroes get some time in the spotlight, but when it’s all over, it’ll still be Showtime! Ah, short and sweet. Now, it’s back to the random generator, stopping at none other than…Don’t you just hate that stupid little grin of his? Makes you wanna hit him with a brick.. The SenatorDebut: 2004 A politician and a wrestler, both jobs he happens to be shitty at. His greatest battle to date is against premature balding and a case of Chlamydia he got from Rena. Showtime: Haha.. I’ll let you have fun with this one, man. He’s all yours. Taylor: This man isn't even a man, he's a pussy! He's been ducking me week after week, and even ran away on Warfare during a match; yes he ran away from me DURING match! He doesn't even deserve to be a competitor let alone in this rumble, but there is one saving grace and that is the fact that I, Jon Taylor will finally retire this old man for good! Once this son of a bitch is thrown over the top rope by yours truly he won't be able to stand up again un-aided let alone even wrestle! See, I won't be content till I've choked him unconscious and then smash his nose into pieces with The Clinch! After I’m done with him, he’s going to need a fucking respirator just to breath! Showtime: You could’ve held back a little.. Taylor: Did I say was finished? Because I'm not! Apart from getting the opportunity to take out Old Man Phillips for good this rumble is just a joke! If Gingertwat wasn't a stupid bastard he would see that he should just scrap the entire rumble and reward the only truly deserving individual; which is of course me! Showtime: Okay, man, enough, already! Taylor: Quit interrupting me, Showtime! Fuck it, if Gingertwat had any sense he'd just strip AJ right now and give me the title instead, because everyone knows that The Ultimate Competitor Jon Taylor is a much better Main Event draw than AJ Is! Showtime: Okay! That’s it for the Week in Review. I’ll see you guys at the show while I try to put Taylor on a leash! Dammit, man! You always gotta take over my show! Ah, you’d think that Showtime would’ve learned by now? Every Week in Review with Jon Taylor’s involvement ends with the two of them bickering. Maybe getting Fallen on the show would be better.. if he isn’t busy saving the world from evil ninjas and backstage lackeys..Fade Out...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:27:49 GMT -5
Segment: Becoming, Part One (Credit: Sarin)
Blessed with the financial might of the holy treasure troves of the Vatican, the Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano travels in the most luxurious of private airplanes. As a rule, the Cardinal detests people. Common, ugly things, unimpressed with theological inquiries or illicit Satanic quests to achieve immortality. The Damiano patriarch shudders at such simpletons. Barbarians, the lot of them.
He stiffens, noting the presence of another man on his once sacred airspace. He daren't mention his usual demands for privacy. After all, if it weren't for this seated individual, he would still be convalescing in some Italian hospital, counting the shiny duckies floating around in his withering, pathetic excuse for a brain. The Cardinal peers at the man across from him, as if trying to analyze the lines on his face, but dark shadows hide his countenance.
Shadowy Man: Do I have something on my nose?
The Cardinal bolts, unaware that the mysterious benefactor had noticed his clumsy appraisals.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: My a-a-apologies, sir!
The corners of the man's mouth twitch.
Shadowy Man: Stave off your simpering worries. We are very close to the end.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: I'd like to thank you, sir, for getting us this far. Without you, I would be lost--
Shadowy Man: Don't thank me, Cardinal. Thank the God to which you worship.
The Cardinal nods, chastised. They lapse into a long silence, broken by the man's contemplative musings.
Shadowy Man: Hm...Forticius Sevantion...the life of the Gods...with the endurance of the mountain stone.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: Oh my, are you quoting satani scripture?
The man chuckles, an other-worldly sound that sends shivers racing down the Cardinal's spine. He crosses himself--a bad habit from his schoolboy days.
Shadowy Man: Yes, Cardinal.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: What verse do you ci--HACK!
He releases a horrible, deathly cough, spewing grisly droplets of blood into a white linen napkin. The coughing does not subside for quite some time.
Shadowy Man: Cardinal. Your need for Forticius Sevantion far surpasses my own. With my blessing, drink of the sacred chalice before me, and cure yourself of this dreadful ailment.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: You are most kind, sir. I thank you.
Shadowy Man: The pleasure is all mine, Damiano.
The plane soars through a murky, dark cloud. The dip in pressure signals the impending descent. The Cardinal braces himself for landing. Miles below, a stupid, bratty girl boasts enough scarlet blood to replenish his own brackish stores. The Damiano Clan has survived famine, pestilence, civil war, and a few generations of inbreeding. He will not tolerate the interference of one measly girl.
He will ascend. He will kill all who stand in his way. And no one can possibly stop him.
As if reading his mind, the shadowy man laughs and turns to the Cardinal.
Shadowy Man: Please, try not to jinx us before we've even left the plane...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:28:17 GMT -5
Betrayal
Part Eleven: The End [/color] Chapter 2: The Puppets Credit: Jake Cheng[/center] April 7thIn a well-lit warehouse, where light pours in from the windows above, Wing Yin and Lee Yang wait for Jake Cheng. The former World Champion instantly sees his girlfriend when he steps into the giant room. She tries to run to him but the two Triad members hold her back. Jake: I’m here. Just let her go. Without any argument, Kirsten is released and she sprints across the room. They embrace, but Jake’s main concern right now is to get her away from here. Jake: There’s a car outside, get in it. Stan will bring you to his house. I’ll meet you there. Kirsten: Bu- Jake: Go. Without a complaint, Kirsten kisses Jake on the cheek and runs out the door. The heavy door slams as it shuts and a car speeds off. All of Jake‘s focus is directed at his two former bodyguards. Jake: So here I am. What do you want with me? Wing: We are here to kirr you. Jake: That’s it? You didn’t want money, you just wanted me dead? Wing: Yes. Jake: Then why was she brought into this! Wing: It was not our intention to take her. The kidnapping was... Lee: Botched. Jake: But why? Why am I to be killed? Wing: That was our job. Your father told us to meet a man who had a job for us. He gave us a picture and a recording explaining why you should be killed. The picture was reason enough. Jake: Well...what did the recording say? Wing: I don’t think we are at riberty to give you that information. Jake: If I am going to die, then who is going to know? No rebuttal comes from the mouths of either Triad member. But what are the odds they still have the recording anyway? Wing: Fine. Shit, didn’t see that coming. Jake cautiously approaches the two. Lee tosses Jake a silver iPod shuffle wrapped in the white iPod headphones. He catches it begins the pop the ear buds into his ears. Wing: Just a warning...you might not like what you are about to hear. Jake hits play and begins to hear a voice very familiar to him. His father, Huang-Fu Cheng Huang-Fu: This is no mistake, you next mission is to eliminate my son, the professional wrestler Jake Cheng. Execute this plan in which ever method you choose, just get it done. I am tired of the shame my family faces because of him. Make it quick. The recording ends and Jake’s mouth is wide open in shock and disgust. He rips the phones out of his ears and throws the iPod on the ground, stomping on it until you can’t even tell what it is anymore. Jake raises his arms above his and waves them, trying to get the attention of something. The glass shatters above them and Jake gets out of the way of the falling glass and behind some crates. Men zip lines down from the roof and Wing and Lee are frozen in place. They are told to put there arms up and are subsequently arrested.
Owned
Jake thought that this situation would come to an end, but a whole new piece of the puzzle was revealed to him. Wing and Lee are carried off by the police as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:28:47 GMT -5
Segment: "The Goodbye Kiss" Credit: Sarin, ~Aj [At this point in his career, one would think Aiden Joseph would certainly be over the pre-match jitters. Whilst it is true his confidence is leaps and bounds above what it used to be, this final dance with Dan White has turned his stomach into a cocoon filled with butterflies. Failure in this situation would result in a complete tarnishing of not only his own name, but that of his girlfriends and this is most definitely not an option that he can concede himself to. To help calm his nerves, Aiden downs a few shot glasses of whiskey before he ventures down to the mansion’s first floor. Bags in hand, he is fully ready for the trip that lies ahead; if only his next task could be so easy. No amount of mental “packing” can prepare him for yet another painful goodbye and he finds this becoming more daunting with each passing week. With a melancholy sigh, he begins the process by announcing his departure to his beloved who rests within the next room.] Aiden Joseph: Anna, it’s time.[With child, it takes Anna a few moments to venture forth towards the house’s main foyer. The moment her eyes fall upon his image, her heart can’t help but flutter. He carries a distinguished look, one that is truly unique and irresistible. With each passing day she has slowly come to realize that it is an image she cannot live without. Upon feeling these emotions, a look of distress cascades across Anna’s face. When business calls him away, it’s so dreadfully painful to see Aiden go, but this occasion is worse than normal. Deep down she truly fears whether or not he’ll return to her the same man or if at all. This concern is not due to a lack of faith in him; far from it. There have been times where Anna has been put into a state of awe by his dedication towards her and she knows full well how unhinged Aiden becomes when someone threatens her well being. Taking this into account, she fears not for Aiden, but rather what he might do.] Anna Sommers: Aiden, don’t do anything that you’ll later regret. Okay? Aiden: Whatever do you mean? Anna: You simply cannot allow your temper to result in dire consequences for our family. I know that man has brought terror into both our lives but - [He needs hear no more. Raising his palm to Anna’s face, he caresses the side of her cheek and places his thumb across her lips. With seven little words, he reassures her that this story will indeed have a happy ending.] Aiden: Don’t worry. I won’t cross the line. [His eyes turn downward at his watch. No matter how hard he tries to will the second hand from advancing forward, it continues its march toward his flight’s departure time.] Anna: Oh Aiden, I hate this part. Aiden: As do I. Terribly so. [It’s time for the goodbye hug. Arms intertwined, nothing can pull the two of them apart, with the exception of the third party that resides in a middle. Giving his mother a stiff kick from within, the force not only jolts Anna, but Aiden as well.] Aiden: I think somebody wants out. Anna: He has become rather impatient! Aiden: That makes two of us! [Aiden takes a knee and lifts Anna’s shirt above her protruding stomach. There, he leans in and speaks softly to his unborn child.] Aiden: You wait until Daddy gets home, mister. [He kisses Anna’s womb, rises and does the same to her lips. With one final look of regret, Aiden picks up his bags and proceeds to the limousine that’s awaiting his presence in the driveway.] Anna: Aiden! [Feet still on the steps, Aiden puts the breaks on and joyfully turns around. He was hoping he’d hear Anna’s voice one final time before his long journey; she didn’t disappoint.] Anna: Give him hell, my darling. [Aiden pledges himself with a wink. As she watches his jet black limo speed off into the dawn, Anna folds her hands and places them upon her chest. It is here that she makes a wish for his safe return. Inside the limousine, Aiden cannot help but turn and gaze out the back window. His last image of Anna is in this pose, and he scars his memory with it to ensure that he’ll never forget who he fights for.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:32:24 GMT -5
Segment: A bit of last minute preparation Credit: Jon Taylor
The scene opens up at unfamiliar terrority, it is neither the ACW arena nor the surrounding area. It is Tuesday 22nd April, the day after the last Warfare before the latest PPV Fallen Heroes which is scheduled to take place on the 26th in Mexico City. The location seems to be on the outskirts of a town, as the buildings are much more sparse. However, our interest lies in a fairly large building surrounded by a parking lot. The building has large windows on the front, however they are made so people cannot see in, and only the people on the inside can see out it. Apart from that there doesn't seem to be much different about this building. However, as we go inside that it is about to change. As we go inside it is impossible to look in any direction without seeing a person, whether it is people sparring in the centre of the building in a ring, people on the sides running on treadmills or lifting weights it is simply not possible to see a clear bit of what can now be identified as Muay Thai gym, Thai Boxing for you less educated people. There is a reception desk located left of the door as you enter and a set of changing rooms to the right, however apart from that the rest of the building is dedicated to various equipments and space for training. All the people look to be hard at work, some learning new techniques and practicing them with partners, others honing their conditioning to perfection for competition and finally the people who try to combine everything they've learnt in a live situation in sparring.
There are various trainers throughout the building, coaching (monitoring in the sparring) the students in their training. A short while passes and the students and instructors alike continue to be hard at work, the sparring in the ring seems to be getting a tad heated though as the two men exchange with more intent than you would expect from sparring partners. Eventually the instructor splits them up and attempts to calm them both down. As the instructor continues to calm the two down something else captures our attention; the door of the gym swings open and a man steps through. He is wearing blue jogging bottoms, a white hooded top and white training shoes. He attempts to make his way over towards the centre of the building it seems, where the ring is situated though the receptionist looks to have other ideas as she attempts to stop the man.
Danielle Morris | The Receptionist: Excuse me, sir!
As the man turns around he looks both angered and annoyed at being stopped by this receptionist, he approaches the reception desk and doesn't seem to be in a mood to talk or for negotiation.
Danielle Morris | The Receptionist: I'm sorry sir, but if you wish to make use of the facilities we provide you will first need to sign-up. The prices start at--
The man interrupts the receptionist, clearly in a no mood to listen for whatever reason.
Man | Unknown: I don't care what the prices start at.
The Receptionist is taken aback with the bluntless of the man and takes a short while to reply.
Danielle Morris | The Receptionist: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Man | Unknown: I said I-don't-care-what-the-prices-start-at; are you deaf?
The Receptionist continues to look puzzled, unsure how to reply while The Man looks both very confident and annoyed.
Danielle Morris | The Receptionist: Um, then may I ask when is your purpose here if you don't intend to make use of the facilities?
The man smirks, the smirk is all too familar..you could even go as far to say a trademark smirk.
Man | Unknown: Now, where did I say I didn't intend to make use of the facilities?
The man chuckles while The Receptionist continues to look puzzled and unsure what to do.
Danielle Morris | The Receptionist: I'm sorry, but I don't follow.
The man grins this time, he takes a step forward and leans over the desk looking into The Receptionist's eyes. The Receptionist is taken aback and looks extremely uncomfortable.
Man | Unknown: It's ok, I know you people aren't the brightest sparks. Now, if you wouldn't mind I have some business to attend to.
As The Man finishes his sentence he literally breaks into a walk in the direction of the ring immediately, The Receptionist looks surprised at both the arrogance and rudeness of The Man.
Danielle Morris | The Receptionist: SIR! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO CALL SECURITY!
The Receptionist raises her voice in attempt to attract the attention of The Man; she does but also the attention of the other participants of the gym, most notably the instructor monitoring the sparring who looks over to see wants going on. The Man turns around and approaches the reception desk again.
Man | Unknown: Now, why would a smart girl like you do a silly thing like that?
The man leans on the reception desk, looking at The Receptionist. She looks ready to call security, however something unexpected happens...
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: ...Jon?!
The man turns around to see the instructor who was monitoring the sparring now quickly approaching him. The Receptionist looks unsure how to react in this situation and places the phone back down. She looks to confront the instructor who seems to know the man.
Man | Unknown: Well, look who it is; Andy!
Danielle Morris | The Receptionist: ...you two know each other?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Bit slow to catch on there, aren't you--
Smith looks to stop Taylor from getting himself chucked out. Taylor stands back while Smith leans over to talk to The Receptionist.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: You'll have to excuse Jon, he's not the most patient of people I'm afraid!
The Receptionist pulls a face while Taylor grins and Smith looks a little worried about Taylor's attitude. He gestures towards the ring and the two men head in that direction.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: So what brings you here, Jon? From what I've heard you've had a busy time down at ACW.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I figured I could do with a bit of last minute training for the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal; I may be awesomely talented but I thought a last minute bit of preparation couldn't hurt.
Smith smiles.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: Confident as ever, I see. What happened to Bill, I thought he was down there with you?
Taylor doesn't respond immediately, as the men reach the outside of the ring. The students seem to have stopped sparring, and can be seen standing on the outside apron.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: He's gone.
In an awkward silence neither man says anything more until Smith finally breaks it.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: Anyway, I suppose you want to get right in there? Put on these gloves. mouth guard and shin pads and hop on in.
Smith points out a pile of equipment next to the ring. Taylor obliges, though doesn't seem to be too keen having to wear shin pads. He jumps in the ring all kitted up while the students seem to be curious as to who he is.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: So, who here would like to welcome Jon to the session?
A hand goes up immediately, the student stands up. He looks to be taller than Taylor at about 6"3 though he doesn't look to be as heavy. He hops into the ring looking extremely confident, he smiles at Taylor as Taylor simply smirks at him. The two men square up waiting for the signal to begin.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: Go!
The two men immediately begin to circle each other as the instructor and fellow students observe from the outside. Student #1 looks to dummy a series of punches at Taylor, though is unable to prompt a reaction. Taylor continues to press forward, putting Student #1 onto the back foot, he connects with a series of leg kicks. Student #1 looks to sink in the clinch though Taylor is able to easily break out of it, as he breaks out of Taylor connects with a body blow which seems to wind the student. Taylor looks to be all fired up and sparring with an intensity you'd expect in a real fight. As Student #1 continues to be on the back foot his confidence looks to be draining away as Taylor continues to press forward, he sets up his offense with a series of shin kicks alternating between each leg before ducking under a high kick from Student #1. As the sparring round looks to be coming to an end Taylor connects with a huge elbow to the head of Student #1, as Student #1 stumbles backwards Smith looks to halt Taylor's offense but it is too late as Taylor locks in The Clinch and delivers a single knockout knee to Student #1 who immediately collapses onto the canvas.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: Jon, this is sparring not a real fight - you're not supposed to spar with that intensity!
Taylor doesn't seem to care or show any remorse as student #1 is helped out of the ring. He walks over to the side of the ring to lean over the ropes and reply to Smith.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Sorry, I guess I kind of got carried away in the moment.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: Well, ok but this time please go a bit easier ok?
Taylor nods his head to say yes, though still has his trademark smirk on his face. Smith calls for the next participant though it takes awhile which is no surprise considering Taylor just knocked out his previous partner. Eventually though someone agrees to, he looks a bit shorter than Taylor though is heavier. The two men square up in the ring, though the man doesn't look too confident.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: Alright, Go!
The student this time comes out a bit more reserved while Taylor looks to press his opponent once more. Taylor pushes the student back into the corner the ring using his position to connected with some nice low kicks while the student concentrates on keeping his hands high to block any potential knock out blows. Taylor smiles and allows the student to get out of this predicament surprisingly, however he suddenly picks up the pace and mixes up his low kicks with a series of elbow attempts which the student manages to block and some body blows. The offense seems to taking it's toll on the student as he looks to be tiring, Taylor however strangely let's up. He drops his hands to his waist, and the student looks to capitalise on this stupidity. He dives in letting his hands go trying to land a knockout blow - however, it was all bait from Taylor as he stands back and lands an overhand right, right on the jaw of the student knocking him out instantly. He crashes to the ground much like the first student. Smith looks to be furious with how Taylor is continuing to fight at this intensity despite being told not to.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: What the hell, Jon?! Did you listen to what I just said?! You can't just knock out your sparring partners!
Taylor attempts to hold back his smile though it is clear he is happy with himself.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: He was just asking for it that time, come on!
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: Just because he was asking for it doesn't mean you have to! This is your last chance, either turn it down or get out!
Taylor nods again to show that he will turn down the intensity this time...whether he will however is a different question altogether. He waits in the ring for his next opponent, though it takes quite awhile for someone to step in. Finally a student agrees to, as he and Taylor square up in the ring he looks very nervous and unsure.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: Let's get it on!
As Smith signals the start Taylor catches the student off guard with a huge knee to the mid-section, the student keels over in pain and is winded. A huge grin appears on the face of Taylor and he connects with a devastating knee right to the nose of the student and like his fellow students he is knocked clean out of it. As he falls to the canvas his nose is streaming with blood. Taylor laughs though knows what is going to happen next.
Andrew Smith | The Instructor: That's it, Jon - get out of this gym! I don't care whether you need training or not, I'm not prepared to put any of my students at risk to your stupidity any further!
Taylor hops out of the ring with a huge grin on his face, approaching Smith.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Fine, it doesn't look like I need any training after all anyway!
Taylor walks past confidently heading towards the door as Smith curses at Taylor.
Despite this last minute preparation has Taylor prepared enough to win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal? He may have the talent but without the right preparation one has to question his ability to out do someone such as Fallen Souls who has been training for months...find out this Saturday in Mexico City!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:33:17 GMT -5
Match 1: Hitman of the Gods vs. Colossus Rhodes (Credit: Hitman)
After more than a year of mud-slinging, name-calling and sneak-attacking, the war between two giants will finally be settled. As the camera gets a shot of the special stage for Lamb of God to perform, Philip enters the ring.
Philip: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be to determine who Fallout’s true giant is!”
The crowd gives a polite pop.
Philip: “Introducing first, he hails from South Bend, Indiana, he stands at a frightening 6’11” and weighs in tonight at 390 lbs, he is a member of the Corporate Club and is known as the ‘Immovable Object’, he is… COLOSSUS RHODES!”
Generic grunge rock begins to play throughout the arena and the crowd is in awe as Colossus Rhodes makes his way out from the back. Shivers are sent down the spines of many as they witness this mammoth of a man making his way down to the ring. He approaches ringside and then grasps the top rope, stepping onto the apron. He pauses to look at the fans with a look of disgust before stepping over the top rope into the ring. Colossus then turns to face the entrance way, awaiting his rival.
Philip: “And his opponent… He hails from Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada, he stands at an amazing 7’7” and weighs in tonight at 404 lbs, he is a former member of the ACW roster and holds the record for tallest wrestler on our roster, he is… HITMAN OF THE GODS!”
At the very moment Philip states the name, the crowd cheers as the members of Lamb of God begin to make their way out onto the stage. Willie Adler points to a few people as the band prepares to unleash hell. Chris Adler nods at John Campbell before striking the crash cymbal four times. The intro of “Ruin” then hits and the crowd begins to join in the sonic frenzy. After the intro riff, Randy Blythe opens his mouth and lets out the wicked opening scream. He then goes into the lyrics:
The knowledge that seeking the favor of another Means the murder of self This is the resolution The end of all progress The death of evolution It bleeds all life away
The crowd continues to dig the song but Colossus is none too impressed.
Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow Brooks that babble the sounds of torture The sounds of torture You will one day ride To flood the banks of the chosen
Colossus paces back and forth in the ring, awaiting the arrival of his nemesis.
This is the art of ruin This is the resolution The end of all progress The death of evolution It bleeds all life away
Mark Morton then performs the solo, which gets a decent pop from the fans.
It bleeds all life away
After a few more seconds, the song enters the progressive drum fill. The instant the fill start, the lights cut to black. When it ends, Hitman is seen standing onstage, causing the crowd to pop. Colossus finally stops the pacing and leans onto the ropes. Hitman then flashes the horns to Lamb of God, with Randy returning the favor.
I will show you all that I have mastered Fear, pain, hatred, power This is the art of ruin This is the art of ruin This is the art of ruin
Once the song ends, Hitman approaches the band members and shakes each one of their hands. He then heads down the ramp and then slides into the ring under the bottom rope.
Bell rings.
Hitman and Colossus then charge forth and begin throwing fists to one another. Colossus then has his next punch blocked and is the recipient of a headbutt that sends him into the corner. Hitman charges forth for a corner splash but Colossus moves out of the way in time and delivers a vicious knee lift that sends Hitman into the ropes. Colossus then goes for a clothesline but Hitman grabs his rival by the throat and pushes him towards the center of the ring. The Immovable Object charges forward but the added momentum soon propels him into the Laid to Rest. Hitman covers but only gets a two. Hitman then picks up Colossus and delivers a big open palm chop, temporarily driving all the wind out of the Immovable Object, who is then whipped off the ropes. Colossus manages to connect with a clothesline to Hitman then hits a stalling elbow drop, pinning for the two count. Both giants get to their feet and share a small standoff, which gets a pop from the crowd.
The giants then circle each other before locking up. Colossus manages to push Hitman away but this causes the squasher to move forward with a shoulder block, getting a two count. Hitman bounces off the ropes to follow up with a big splash but gets nothing but canvas. He tries to get back up but Colossus is immediately on the scene, delivering repeated coconut crushes. Hitman falls backwards and Colossus pins for a two count. Colossus then throws Hitman into the corner and backs up. He goes for a lariat but Hitman dodges at the last second and then drops Colossus with a right hand punch. Hitman then looks down and grins before stomping on Colossus, completing the Good Ol’ Squashing Boots with a running stomp.
The crowd cheers and Hitman takes a moment to bow to the audience before picking up Colossus. He then grabs Colossus and prepares for the Raging Titan. However, when he is lifted, Colossus lands behind Hitman and spins him around. In a matter of seconds, Colossus does what few have been able to do as he scoops up Hitman and slams him to the canvas. The crowd actually gives Colossus a respectful pop as Hitman then has a giant hand wrapped around his throat. The ref tells Colossus to back up and he does so only to follow up with a series of clubbing elbows to the head. Colossus then yells at the crowd before picking up Hitman by his hair and locking in a bearhug. Due to the strain, Colossus cannot lift Hitman off the ground but he still maintains pressure. The crowd is clapping for Hitman to break the hold but when he goes to do so, Colossus instead lifts him up and drops him with a spinebuster, pinning for a two count.
At this point, Colossus has felt he has done well enough to maintain confidence. With that, he heads to the corner and hops up onto the second rope. The crowd is in awe as Colossus measures up Hitman and leaps off. However, Hitman turns the tides and rolls out of the way of Colossus' big splash attempt, a role reversal from earlier on in the match. Both giants are down on the canvas and the ref begins the count. Hitman slowly makes it to his feet at the same time Colossus does. Both men trade punches once again but Hitman ducks under a clothesline and attempts a full nelson slam. Colossus does a go behind and pushes Hitman into the turnbuckle. Colossus then makes a charge but is the recipient of a Boot from Hell, causing the giant to collapse like a giant redwood. Hitman makes a cover but only gets two.
With the ball back in his court, Hitman drags up Colossus and throws a series of jabs. He then does a small dnace before dropping Colossus with a bionic elbow, emulating Dusty Rhodes. The crowd chants for Hitman, who obliges their request and picks up Colossus by the throat with both hands. The Immovable Object is lifted, with difficulty, and then dropped with the Welcome to Tartarus. Hitman only gets a two count from the move. Hitman then signals the end is near and holds up his hand. The crowd knows what's coming next as Colossus slowly gets up and turns around. Colossus gets a giant hand around his throat and is pulled in for the Raging Titan. However, Colossus counters with a kick to the midsection before grabbing Hitman by the throat with his hand. Both men have a vice-like grip on each other and after a few seconds, Colossus succumbs to the pressure. Hitman then lifts up his foe and delivers the Raging Titan to the canvas. Hitman hooks the leg and gets the 1-2-3...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:33:36 GMT -5
...or he would've if Colossus hadn't kicked out at the last second. The crowd is taken aback at the fact that Colossus mustered enough strength to kick out. Even Hitman is in disbelief. He stands up and gives the ref a look that says "Are you kidding me?" Colossus then manages to get to his feet and Hitman shrugs before holding out his hands. Colossus turns around and gets a kick to the midsection. Hitman then attempts to bring up Colossus for the Zeus' Anger but he cannot do it. Colossus simply rolls off of Hitman and manages to pull him into a cradle. Hitman is then lifted up and dropped courtesy of the Titan Breaker. The crowd is in shock that Colossus, despite having difficulty doing the move, has taken down Hitman. Colossus goes to pin Hitman and much to his amazement, his rival kicks out before three.
Colossus then stands up and kicks the bottom rope, frustrated. After a brief argument with the ref, Colossus calls for the end of the match and goes over to Hitman. He brings him up to his feet and yells something unheard by the people. He then sets up Hitman for the Titan Breaker again but Hitman elbows his foe in the head then lands on his feet. Hitman then goes behind Colossus and shows off his strength, lifting him up for a back suplex. The crowd is in awe as Hitman holds Colossus in mid-air for a second or two before grabbing his legs and dropping him to the canvas with a sit-out wheelbarrow facebuster. Colossus appears to be out of it thanks to The Death of Xerxes. Hitman then rolls over Colossus and covers him, picking up the 1-2-3...
...and this time, it's over.
Bell rings.
Philip: “Here is your winner, Hitman of the Gods!”
The crowd stands to their feet and applauds the two in the ring for putting on a great opening match. Hitman then stands to his feet and though he is seen holding his lower back, he still gets his arm raised by the ref. Colossus is seen staring up at the ceiling and Hitman goes to leave but stops. He turns around and goes over to Colossus. Hitman extends his hand to his opponent and helps him up to the canvas. Words are briefly shared before the two nod and share a quick handshake. Colossus then leaves the ring and heads off to the back. Although he didn't win, he has certainly reminded people why he is the Immovable Object. Hitman then points to the crowd and mouths the words "1 down, 29 to go". He then heads out of the ring and goes up the ramp, shaking some fans hands, before stopping onstage. He turns around and raises his arms one last time before heading to the back.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:33:59 GMT -5
Segment: My Final Hour: Chapter One (Credit: FSX) ACW Arena 4/22/08 MIDNIGHT Is there a true pace of time? At one moment it seems as if it is simply flying by well you do things that you generally enjoy, or perhaps even despise. However there are also moments when it nearly ceases to a stop and you have no choice but to drudge through and await things to return to normal. But how often is it that you experience both at once? That you can feel time racing by well your sure that not a moment has passed. That you can feel uneasy over the rush of adrenaline and existence as you understand that things are going to move over a lifetime. It may be considered somewhat existential, or perhaps even the mind delighting in scaring and tricking the body to believe both in a fashion simultaneously, but it really does make you think. What if time could speed along at the same time it stood still? As a pace of footsteps are heard in the distance one has to wonder what this man is experience at the moment, doing all he can through the darkness as he trains for something that it is almost time for, yet is still so far away. As Fallen keeps a steady pace in his jog he can hear his own steps in the echoing silence of his surrounding, smirking softly as he didn't seem to mind. This was just what he wanted and he was loving it.FSX: Another fifteen minutes or so should do it.. Panting softly as he would begin to find it more difficult to keep up a consistent and healthy breathe as he jogged, one had to wonder just how long he had been doing so. Who knows just how long it's been since the arena was left empty to his disposal, Continuing his steady jog for a few more moments it seems almost as if this is nothing but a casual workout, but something feels wrong. The eerie and lonely darkness of the arena is just unsettling, and even Fallen seems to notice it as he slows to a stop.FSX: Hard to believe that they moved everything already..I would of figured someone else would stick around a bit longer and try to train privately too. Guess I'm the only genius... Smiling at the thought he began to return to his light run, but this time was a lot quicker to come a stop as he heard a loud cry in the distance. That was...unsettling...to say the least. Hesitating for a moment as he stood their and pondered if he should investigate the noise or continue on with his training it was quite clear he had no choice. Hearing the cry once again he sighed softly and began a sprint in the direction of the occasional noise. What the hell could be going on?FSX: Who the hell else is here at this hour..? Damn it, I just wanted some privacy! Hearing the noises grow more frequent and alarming as he grew closer to their location he freezed to a stop and began to second think his decision. It seems the cries of anguish and suffering were coming from the old location of the Demon Pit, the previous base of operations for Pain Inc which was then made even more ominous due to Mercer Stanton’s tenure. The place was eventually sealed away by Ginger and Alicia; that was likely for the best given the horrific tales that had been told of the place during the tenure of Ridley as a sociopath, but to hear such haunting noises in the middle of the light and so suddenly was incredibly disturbing.
Reaching the spot, FSX’s sense of unease is such that he does not remember that the corridor is supposed to be blocked off; for in front of him is the huge, ornately carved door which was present during Pain Inc’s reign.
Remaining in his place across the hallway from the door he cursed silently to himself as he continued to hear the noises and couldn't just let them sit. If someone was actually in trouble he had to help them...FSX: Damn it...I'm not here to battle ghost demons! Why does this always happen to me? Trying to keep up a conversation with himself perhaps for the simple reason that he might be terrified otherwise, Fallen hesitantly reached out for the door and took a hold of the handle. Knowing that he would really only get one chance to burst in and save whoever was in danger he couldn't just peek in and see what was occurring. Shaking his head at the obvious distraction that this presented to him he would really have no choice but to deal with it, eventually throwing open the door and running into the darkened room as he looked around. Having no idea where the lights to this place was a part of him wished he did, looking around blindly in the darkness for the location of the screams that had abruptly come to a stop. Swinging his head back he took note that the door had slammed behind him, and he found himself in a situation he wanted nothing to do with…FSX: Who's there...?! What the hell is going on?! Swinging at the darkness as he could feel unease and worry beginning to surface from the frightening situation that he found himself in, it was obvious that he was doomed...but to what? As his fist eventually caught contact with something thick and hard he would discover just what. The lights of the room suddenly flashing on to a blinding degree and remaining in such a form, Fallen could only shield his arms well spinning in a circle and trying to get a good look at his surroundings...or perhaps just at what was going on!FSX: Show yourself! Why the hell are you wasting your time capturing me when I just wanted to do some training? Disembodied Voice: Perhaps to help you. Gasping silently in shock that he was actually answered through the almost Omnipotent light that filled the area, Fallen froze there in shock for a moment and lowered his arms as he looked in the direction that he could have sworn he heard the voice. Winching slightly at the bright light as he had no choice to close his eyes after a moment, he wouldn't be able to immediately open his eyes to the situation. If he could, however, he might of started running.FSX: Agh...who the hell are you? Voice: Me..? Why, I'm the Devil. There is only one way I can help you...and that is damnation. FSX: W...what?! Opening his eyes now as they would be filled with the blurry image of the horned creature standing before him, as he caught a clear glance at it he jumped backward and let out a cry. It was hideous! What kind of monster would create such a beast of burden to punish him?!FSX: Good god! Put on a mask or something and hide your fucking shame! 'Devil': I'm not quite sure what you mean. I'm fully clothed, aren't I? FSX: You need a paper bag over your head still! I mean…damn! You’re one ugly guy! 'Devil': Funny...I'm just a representation of you, really. That's all I ever am. FSX: No you’re not! You’re some really ugly pervert trying to get me to engage in Sado-masochistic activities with you! Smirking at the comment the quite disturbing man would take a step toward Fallen and laugh softly at his pitiful fear of appearance, reaching back to remove a whip from the depths of his pants and pulling it out. As Fallen takes a few steps away from the burden to mankind he finds himself pressing to the door of the Demon Pit, tugging and pulling at the handle violently as he tried his best to escape. Unfortunately it never dawned upon him to turn it at the moment, and instead he found himself ripping the knob right off the door and holding it in his hands. Staring blankly to the knob then over to the demonic man that snapped the whip he held to the floor, things were looking quite dim.FSX: What's wrong with you?! Stay the fuck away from me! 'Devil': Oh...? I was under the impression you wanted to whip it. Whip it good, in fact... FSX: You monster! Stay away from me with your deviant toys! I just wanted to train for Fallen Heroes, man! 'Devil': I am well aware. Believe it or not, training is exactly what you will be doing the next few days. I'll simply be directing you from the shadows. FSX: I don't think so! I'm getting the hell out of here now! 'Devil': I'm afraid that's impossible now. Without warning there was a loud clank somewhere in the ceiling and a gas began to fill the room. Looking back to the man who calls himself the Devil and taking note that he was wearing a gas mask he could only shake his head. Was this how things were going to go for him? Strapped to a table and beat to death by a mutated freak?! As he couldn't stop himself from breathing in the odd gas it seemed that might actually be the case. Coughing quite a bit as his eyes suddenly bulged from whatever it was this smog was contaminated with he found himself dropping down to his knees. Looking around disoriented, he tried his best to focus on the man that was doing this too him and even tried to throw the door knob at him. Missing horribly and slowly sinking down more in a slouch it was apparent that he was doomed. Finally falling to the floor unconscious, the 'Devil simply laughed and slowly walked over to his body. What would possibly happen to him now..? Something horrible, no doubt. Is this how his Final Hour was meant to play out all along..?
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:34:26 GMT -5
SEGMENT: This is BULLSHIT! (Segment: Mainer)
The scene opens to show Danny Mainer’s locker room and on the couch with his feet up is… Danny Mainer. In a little chair next to the couch is Mei-Feng sat picking her nails wondering about life and what’s on TV right now. ANTHRAX is stood by the door in silence with a blank expression on his face. He is completely oblivious to the conversation around him as he just stands on guard waiting and watching drifting in and out of his thoughts. Mainer is feeling pretty happy with himself because his strategies that he has planned has left him to believe he has his match with Sarin Rossi practically won. Mei-Feng is sat in her normal clothes of jeans and a hoodie while Mainer is in specially designed ring gear, the typical lay-out of boots, tights and t-shirt but the tights have a silver blade design going on. His hair is slicked back quite nicely and he is looking fresh and ready to go for tonight’s action.
Mainer: So umm… what time is it guys?
Mei-Feng: Not a clue babes, but your match shouldn’t be too far away.
Mainer: Thank God! The sooner I get out of this dump the happier I’ll be, I’ll be first to admit that I fucking HATE Mexico. I spell Mexico S-H-I-T-H-O-L-E Shithole! You can’t walk a quarter mile down the street without some guy with a pornotache trying to sell you fucking Chalupas or a Donkey. It’s the most fucking pointless place in the world. Then there’s the language they speak over here, “Viva la punto!”, I have no idea what I just said but I’m pretty sure I’m going to get in trouble for it.
Mei-Feng: What about the locales? They seem friendly enough.
Mainer: Yeah, when you’re looking. When you’re not, they’re doing everything they can to prise you of your wallet because they’re a bunch of dirty thieving fuckers! I HATE Mexico, I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HATE IT! The locals, the shitty mud-houses, the HEAT IS SO DAMN HOT HERE… If I wanted to be boiled alive I could just go to Mississippi and shout “INBREDS!” at the top of my voice. Not even ANTHRAX could help me from being mauled by a pack of angry southerners.
Suddenly, ANTHRAX draws his cane and unsheathes the deadly weapon before walking over to Mainer with a still blank look on his face. He walks right in front of Danny obscuring his vision of Mei-Feng before performing a Shaolin Monk bow (fist to palm) before walking towards the door without another word. He opens it and then shuts it behind him.
Mainer: Wait, where the fuck is he going?!
Mei-Feng: To prepare for The Battle Royal.
Mainer: HE GOT A PLACE AND I DIDN’T?! WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!!! That’s so damn stupid, WAIT. ANTHRAX will give me his place, he’s under my employment, he has to!
Mei-Feng: The match is set in stone already, there’s no way he can be taken out.
Mainer: SHIT! I don’t get how the fuck he got a place and I didn’t!
Mei-Feng: He went and got his place himself.
Mainer: Oh well isn’t that ooh-delight fantastic? Nice going Mei-Mei. Way to let Society FUCK ME OVER again!
Danny leans forward falling into his hands taking deep breaths slowing down his adrenaline rushes. He takes deep breaths over and over until he eventually looks the concerned Mei-Feng in the eye.
Mei-Feng: Lay off the madness pills baby!
Mainer: Madness? THIS. IS. BULLSHIT! Of the highest degree… I… I just. Crap.
Danny looks his girlfriend in the eye and goes solemn.
Mainer: Look, baby, I’m sorry OK? I guess I just don’t feel safe anymore. I mean yeah I’ve got ANTHRAX but there are other bodyguards out there in the company. I mean look at Iron Jaw and Thunder Train! Iron Jaw and Thunder Train are frigging huge and intimidating whereas ANTHRAX couldn’t scare the shit out of a child, he’s small. Yeah he’s bigger then me but I just worry about myself and ANTHRAX when there’s big dudes like Hitman of the Gods and Thunder Train about. God knows that those guys could cripple me if they were given the shot. ANTHRAX just isn’t big or scary, he couldn’t surprise me if he’d disappeared for a-HYUGH!
Mainer’s sentence is cut off as a Singapore cane wraps around his neck pushing his head down into the couch, the bar of wood being driven into his Adams apple cutting off the oxygen to his head. Mainer writhes and struggles as Mei-Feng just watches on not even attempting to do anything. The assailant suddenly breaks the choke and sits Danny up before slapping him in a Sleeperhold. Whispering in his ear, you can just hear the very first words of ANTHRAX on ACW programming.
ANTHRAX: [glow=66FF33,2,200] “My look is a mirage of my true form…”[/glow]
ANTHRAX then breaks the clutch and heads for the door again with a blank look on his face despite what he just did. Danny is in complete and utter shock from the attack. He slowly sits up horrified looking at Mei-Feng who can’t help but giggle at his priceless reactions.
Mainer: Jesus fucking Christ… What the fuck was THAT?!
Mei-Feng: That was the man who couldn’t surprise you if he disappeared for weeks on end.
Mainer: Alright, alright! I take it back! I don’t feel insecure, but I DO feel insecure about tonight man. In every encounter we’ve faced, Sarin’s always schooled my ass and I know she’s going to do it tonight!
Mei-Feng: You’ve got it in the bag baby, trust me. I fully believe in you, you can do it!
Mainer: Thanks but I’m going to need Divine Intervention to save me from Sarin’s wrath. I’m going to need every last ounce of my strength to hold onto this title.
Mei-Feng: I can understand that, but don’t count yourself out.
Mainer: Thanks for being so supportive baby.
Mainer leaps off his couch and walks over to Mei, she stands up to meet and the two embrace before kissing passionately. The lip-lock lasts about 10 seconds and then Mainer breaks it off.
Mainer: I need to go. My match is up soon.
Mei-Feng: Cya later, if I’m not here when you come back I’ll be at the canteen grabbing a pasta. Love you…
Mainer: Love you too!
Mainer vaults over the couch cockily with one hand heading for the door. He opens it and then shuts it behind him. Thinking back over his last statement he looks down at the floor with a depressed, worn-out, “I Can’t Believe I Just Lied” look before walking off as we draw to a fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:35:05 GMT -5
Reserved for possible late contribution
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:35:34 GMT -5
Segment: Becoming, Part Two (Credit: Sarin)
Sarin's alone in her locker room.
She prefers the wide area, free of other bodies cluttering the floor.
Stretching's no longer an issue, what with the space to extend her slender limbs without restraint.
Sweaty now, heart racing a little faster.
Surrendering to the fatigue.
Silence.
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Cesare: It's odd that you unlock your door when your life is in mortal peril.
Sarin shrieks, scampering to her feet, folding her arms over her still heaving chest.
Sarin: You know, knocking is still an acceptable courtesy!
Cesare shrugs, eying Sarin's awkward attempt at modesty-protection with no shortage of amusement.
Cesare: Why are you hiding? You're wearing a brassiere.
Sarin: What is it with you? Do you barge in on your sister when she's dressing?
Cesare casts her a sly grin.
Cesare: Only when she asks me to.
Sarin huffs, still shielding her breasts from view.
Sarin: Well? What is it?
Cesare: The stars are in alignment. My father is on his way from the Vatican. Tonight is the night.
Sarin: Shoot. I was hoping for a delayed release.
Cesare: I spoke with Lucrezia, or rather, I deciphered her crazed ramblings. She plans to attack you after your match with that Vegas Prince, or however the common folk style him.
Sarin: So what's the skinny? Do we have a plan?
Cesare shrugs in his usual display of graceful disdain.
Cesare: You fight her. You subdue her. You feed her a few drops of your blood. We skip town and foil my father.
Sarin: I like simple plans. They have a nice ring to them. Anything else?
Cesare: That should do it.
Sarin: Then please exit my locker room. If Rattlesnake sees you here while I'm...more or less 'skyclad...'
Cesare: Point taken. Goodbye.
He makes to leave, but turns inches from the doorway.
Cesare: Sarin, I...
Sarin: Yes?
Cesare: I, er, it's nothing. Good luck.
He shuts the door behind him. Though no words passed his lips, Sarin understood.
His watery emerald eyes were all the thanks she needed.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:36:26 GMT -5
Betrayal
Part Eleven: The End [/color] Chapter 3: The Reunion Credit: Jake Cheng[/center] April 7thJake’s melancholy over the actions he just committed instantly turn to happiness at he sight of Kirsten running across Stan’s lawn. He catches her as she leaps into his arms and starts bawling. He closes his eyes and buries her head in his shoulders. Stan smiles and puts his arm around his wife. A picture perfect sight
--- A little while later, the emotions have settled among the group and everyone sits in Stan and Jenny’s living room, the reunited couple of Jake and Kirsten, seemingly attached at the hip...and sides...and lips. Stan: So Jake, now that your life is back in order, what are the odds that you will enter in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale? Jake: One thing at a time my friend. Kirsten: Of course you will. Why not? Jake: There are more important things to me right now that wrestling. Kirsten: Like? Jake: I have some unfinished business in this situation. Kirsten: Can’t we just let it go? Jake: No. An awkward silence falls over the group. Jake obviously wants to keep it a secret about who was really behind the kidnapping, but only time can tell what Jake will do. And by time, I mean wait until later in the show.
Fade.
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