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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:37:00 GMT -5
Match 2: Sarin Rossi VS Danny Mainer [C] - ACW International Championship (Credit: Danny Mainer)
Sarin is all smiles as she slides into view to the upbeat music of "Lady." Lenny Kravitz's staccato guitar chords accent her skippy gait down to ringside. She exchanges hand slaps with a few fans stretching to reach her and skips up the steps to the apron. Ever the lady, Sarin enters the ring with a slow bend between the bottom ropes, back arching in a crowd pleasing entrance. She waves to the energetic crowd, mounting a turnbuckle and raising a finger to the ceiling. Sarin loosens up in the center of the ring, bouncing on the balls of her boot-clad feet, waiting patiently for the bell to ring.
Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for One Fall and is for the Alpha Championship Wrestling International Championship! Introducing the challenger, from Paris, France weighing in at 122 pounds… The Flower of Chaos SARIIIIIIIIIN ROSSSIIIIIIII!!!
McNally: Well this is it, the challenger Sarin Rossi is looking to pick up another accolade to her impressive record already!
Edison: Yeah but she’s gotta’ deal with the smug piece of work that we call Danny Mainer and that’s no easy feet!
Go Crazy by Armand Van Helden hits as Danny thunders out of the curtain as the drumbeat kicks in. Danny with the ACW International Title slung over his shoulder wastes no time thundering to the ring in black tights with silver sword designs on it. With the title on the line he is all seriousness and is not going to take her as a light challenge. He slides into the ring ignoring the fans and as he bounces to his feet he hands the title to the referee.
Jones: And from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing 183 pounds… The Champion DANNNY MAIIIINNNNEEEEEEER!
McNally: Smug, brash, cocky, manic and vicious as all Hell. All words that describe our champ.
Edison: Well he didn’t beat FSX by being a nice-guy! He drilled him face first into a steel chair!
McNally: True, but one can only hope that this will end with a non-controversial decision!
The bell rings as Sarin and Danny clash in the centre of the ring looking ready to go at it. Danny swings an elbow out trying to clip Sarin but Sarin ducks and is straight in with a shock roll-up.
One.
Two.
Kickout!
The crowd pops for this near-fall in more shock then anything else for what could’ve been even shorter then the first match they had.
McNally: Woahly Jesus! That would’ve been embarrassing as all Hell!
Edison: You’re damn right it would’ve! There’s no way his career would’ve recovered from such a quick loss.
Danny rolls up to his feet looking the Exotic Sarin in the eye barking “What the fuck was that?!” to Sarin who merely looks disappointed. Sarin lunges forward with a boot to the stomach which Danny catches. Danny spins her around sending her slightly dizzy. Danny is straight in with one of his textbook Wrist Locks twisting her arm around ready for a pulverizing of the elbow joint. With her right arm clutched Danny goes for the elbow but Sarin does a forward flip rolling onto her back using the weight to bring Danny lower while simultaneously throwing her boot into his mouth. Danny stumbles back as Sarin showing great athletic prowess kips-up to her feet. Danny flies back into the ropes and Sarin on the hunt snaps Danny in a head-lock trying to twist his neck out of place. Danny immediately throws her off though sending her flying into the opposite ropes.
When Sarin returns Danny extends his arm attempting to catch Sarin by her head but Sarin ducks and twists around as Mainer does. Sarin replies with a whip of her own and Danny flies into the ropes that Danny was just being headlocked in. Danny with a hand-stand bounces off the ropes before rolling to his feet performing a nifty backflip showing off his athletic prowess. Sarin seems unimpressed with this athletic skill and as Danny spins around to face his challenger he is levelled with a shot to the head from Sarin followed by another and another. On the 5th shot though, Danny swerves and dodges this assault and snaps Sarin in another headlock to heat from the audience. “Sa-Rin Ro-Ssi” chants break out but Sarin throws a shot to the stomach of Mainer followed by two more and then when she gets her left arm free she slams an elbow into the gut throwing Mainer off his game.
McNally: Nice counter from Sarin there!
Mainer stumbles two steps and Sarin is immediate to reply by hitting a quick off the bat Backslide Pin. Dan kicks out immediately but kicking out suddenly takes it’s effort. Danny quickly rolling up to his feet is caught in the stomach by a boot to the gut by Sarin following a Snapmare which she can just about pull-off due to Danny’s slender frame. Sarin then pushes Danny’s shoulders down and hooks his leg for a 1-count. Sarin using her smarts gets off of Mainer and waits for him to roll to his feet, an act in which Danny fails to disappoint. Danny turns around to see Sarin waiting for him. She grabs Danny’s hand and drags him near the turnbuckle before jumping hitting a Monkey Flip but by some stroke of luck Danny ends up tangled in the ropes, Tree of Woe style to a mark out from the crowd. Danny flails violently trying to escape.
McNally: That poor kid is on the Tree of Woe at Sarin’s mercy.
Sarin grabs the top rope with both hands before swinging back as much as she can before sending both boots flying into the mouth of Mr. King of Vegas. Despite this, Sarin hasn’t yet knocked Mainer out of the tree. Sarin regaining her composure grabs Danny by his arms and literally drags him out of the tree. Danny falls to the floor and Sarin then goes leg end of Mainer hooking him of a Delphin Clutch Pin which garners a 2-count from the referee. Danny has been getting a pounding thus far in the match and Sarin looks only to continue this. Danny rolls to his feet at a medium pace while Sarin climbs out onto the apron. Danny stands centre of the ring clutching his face as Sarin leaps forward with a Slingshot Sunset Flip. Sain hits the move and Sarin goes to roll the back but as she hits the floor Danny drops to his knees hooking both of Sarin’s legs in a Press Pin. He smiles menacingly at his trapped opponent beneath him as the referee makes the count but Sarin is quick to kick out at only a 1-count.
Edison: Sarin getting a taste of her own medicine there. Did you see the EVIL grin on Danny’s face?
Danny is first up to his feet as Sarin quickly steps up. Danny thrusts his right foot out catching Sarin in the gut twisting in a Wrist Lock and not wasting any time he smashes an elbow into her arm once, twice and three times. Danny has no choice other then to smile as he starts to get to work on his game plan. Danny twists the wrist lock tighter hunching over Sarin giving the male demographic something to smile about. Sarin tries to swing her boot out to kick the King of Vegas off her but every time she attempts to retaliate he merely cranks the hold on tighter. Sarin leans back in an attempt to try and flip out of it again but Danny cranks that Wrist Lock even further until she’s on one knee. Danny then drags Sarin closer to him before locking an arm under hers and dropping her to the floor with a Fujiwara Armbar.
McNally: And Sarin here is getting taken to school by the King of Vegas and arguably The King of Technical Wrestling. Danny has that Armbar snapped in tight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:37:19 GMT -5
Sarin not wanting to waste much energy looks for a way she can break out of this hold. Danny and Sarin are pretty close to the ropes and Danny is at 5 second intervals trying to shuffle closer to the centre of the ring to try and get her away from the ropes. Sarin notices that the pressure is alleviated slightly and so she chooses her moments perfectly and she manages to loosen Danny’s grip by rolling forward onto her back before sending a blind kick which luckily bounces into the head of The King. Danny’s hold is broken with that flick of her foot and as such Sarin can roll out. Danny on her back she immediately hooks the legs.
One.
Two.
Kickout.
Sarin raises up to her feet with a somewhat painful expression. She has her left arm holding onto her right arm which is slightly twinging due to the excess hyper-extension. Danny moving to his feet slower then before suddenly feels a rush of adrenaline go through him as the boot to the head courtesy of The Flower of Chaos has somewhat woken him up. Danny bounces to his feet with a flash extra energy as Sarin only has to watch as Danny charges at her. Danny throws his arm out trying to catch Sarin with a shot to the head but Sarin ducks. Danny turns around flailing a boot aimed at the mid-section out but Sarin literally cartwheels out of the way almost mocking Danny. Danny flares up at Sarin and he charges at her as she makes it to her feet. Danny grabs the hand of Sarin and twists her arm into a Wrist Lock flipping her onto her back. Danny then decides to bring back one of his old finishing moves early on. Danny thunders at the ropes bouncing off for a huge Corkscrew Lionsault but Sarin brings her knees up smashing Danny painfully in the stomach.
McNally: Spiral Coup De Grace! That would’ve been game over for Sarin if he’d hit his old finishing move but Sarin was a step ahead and not quite ready to get KO’d.
Edison: God I love Mainer sometimes, his acrobatic prowess is unmatched!!!
Mainer still on his adrenaline rush falls back from his stomach attack but doesn’t fall on his ass and instead lunges forward with a boot to the head of the still grounded Sarin Rossi. Danny then grabs Sarin by her arm and lifts her off the floor. Danny hoists her up onto her shoulders for a Samoan Drop but Sarin slams her elbow into the side of his head and then rolls off his back. Sarin goes for a back-slide pin but expecting this Danny twists his arms and hooks Sarin up for a Gory Lock, a move not regularly used in his moveset and starts to wrench the arms of Ms. Rossi.
McNally: And that is a grade A, textbook Gory Lock right there which wrenches the arms and the back of the competitor, it’ll soften up both arms and leave her more open to impacts and slams.
Danny drops Sarin to her feet and then spins around. Sarin’s favouring her right arm now and so Danny seeing opportunity blasts her with a foot into the stomach before snapping in a Wrist Lock. He then twists around putting one leg over her arm rather in the fashion of Rico’s old blind kick to the head but instead of doing a blind kick to the head he twists into a good ol’ fashioned Cross Armbreaker taking her down to the floor hyper-extending her right arm. He continues to wrench on that right arm softening it up further as Sarin lets out a slow moan of pain. Sarin starts to rock her body up and down emulating the tremor effect that FSX used in the match where Danny won the belt. Sarin starts to rock her way out of the hold but instead of breaking it she rolls Danny up onto his shoulders.
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Two.
Kickout! Narrowly!
McNally: Close call from the King of Vegas! Mainer nearly lost his belt right there!
Edison: Man this is such a great match so far, I mean these two are really going after it!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:37:47 GMT -5
Sarin is on to her feet while Danny is on his side trying to push himself off. Danny is hunched over on one knee and so Sarin runs up and hits a ginormous Flying Guillotine slamming Danny face first into the mat. Danny’s face is literally smushed into the mat by Sarin’s leg and it’d take effort to peel his face off of the mat. Danny rolls onto his back clutching his face in pain as Sarin slowly makes a seductive walk to the ring ropes. She climbs out on the apron stylishly and slowly making her ascent to the top rope with every bit of grace as the crowd cheers her on every step. With a flick of her wrist she knocks her long hair behind her shoulders before climbing the turnbuckle. Sarin then stands at the top rope ready to make a huge leap but suddenly, out of nowhere Danny is slamming shots into her gut. Sarin stumbles on the top rope and falls to one knee. Danny yanks Sarin off of the top rope and puts her feet first on the floor before pushing up to a seated stance on the top rope. Sarin stumbles drunkenly as Danny flies forward hitting a Bladers Sunrise Tornado DDT dropping the challenger face-first into the mat. As Danny hits the floor she straight away hooks both legs.
McNally: WOAH! That was an incredibly sick drop! Can Sarin kick out?!
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Two.
THR-NO! So close!
Danny is stunned and shocked at the resilience of The Flower of Chaos but he realizes that he must do something to take her down for good to keep his title. Danny pushes up to his feet grabbing Sarin by the head peeling her off the mat. He then drags Sarin to the centre of the ring by her arm and hooks her with a front face lock before hitting the Reality Bites Thai Boxing Clinch Combo. Knees smash into her stomach violently as Danny throws all his power behind these strikes occasionally throwing the elbow in for good measure. Satisfied with the stunning he’d done Danny then leaps back before lunging forward attempting to knock Sarin’s lights out with that Superkick but Sarin ducks the shot and before Danny’s even found his footing he’s being rolled up!
One!
Two!
McNally: NEW CHAMPION!
THR-NO
Edison: My God that was so close from The Flower of Chaos!
Sarin bounds up to her feet skilfully as Danny clutches on the floor having landing slightly awkwardly. Sarin points to the sky signalling a sign of something as Danny slowly rolls onto all fours. Sarin sprints at the ropes nearest to the King before springboarding off them, twisting 180 degrees in mid-air and slamming Danny face-first to the mat with a Leg Drop. Sarin drags Danny by his arm over to the turnbuckle and uses all her strength to hoist Danny off the floor. Danny does most of this raising himself but Sarin adds to the speed. Danny lunging out with a clothesline attempts to decapitate Sarin with a Clothesline but ends up missing and with his back to the corner. Sarin slams her boot into Danny’s gut stunning him long enough for her to climb over Danny in the corner. She points to the sky before drilling him in the face with a 10-punch combo.
McNally: This’ll get you out in a heart-beat, a good ol’ fashioned 10-punch.
Edison: I totally agree!
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Seven.
Ei-…
Danny with a great deal of skill moves out of the way. With her arms trapped under Sarin’s legs he uses her strength to push Sarin up as if for a powerbomb but instead drops her stomach first into the turnbuckle to heat from the crowd. Sarin lets out a cry as her stomach is smashed into by the padded cover. Danny taking a moment to soak in the atmosphere starts to play Air Guitar as Sarin is not moving on the top corner. He extends his tongue out as he bangs for a few seconds before redirecting his attention to the challenger. Danny climbs through the middle rope signalling the beginning of the end as he raises one arm. He climbs top-rope standing over Sarin. He then grabs her hips and lifts her up as the crowd start to boo loudly.
McNally: What the Hell is that kid playing at? He’s… oh my lordy.
Edison: Thanks to the magic of our laptops and Wikipedia I can tell you that he’s going for a… oh CRAP.
McNally: What?
Edison: He’s using a move called “The Thunder Crash”, he tried to use it along time ago but the company he tried to use it in banned it because it was too risky.
McNally: And that move is?
Edison: An… Avalanche Flip Piledriver.
Danny is about ready to hit The Thunder Crash which will FINISH Sarin if he hits it. Danny flies forward attempting to hit the piledriver and as Danny and Sarin plummet to a finish it appears that Danny is about to do it but his remaining energy fails him and he can’t complete the flip. Sarin crashes on top of him with a press pin. She hooks both legs of Mainer and the count begins!
One!
Two!
THREE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:38:00 GMT -5
The crowd pops as the referee is about to signal for the bell but as he walks over to the ropes he notices Danny’s hand is wrapped around the bottom rope. He has the task of informing Sarin that there was a rope-break and Sarin breaks the pin as Danny lies eyes glazed over on the floor. Sarin is 500% shocked at this turn of events. Sarin is unable to think for a moment gob smacked by the thought of Danny having broken out of literally being dropped on his head and pinned instantly. Sarin looks down at the barely conscious Mainer and decides to have mercy on him by finishing this job off quickly. Sarin drags Danny by his ankle towards the centre of the ring and she then pulls him off the floor by his hand. Danny can barely stand and drops to his knee several times but after about 20 seconds of struggling to maintain his balance Sarin then lets fly with a backhand slamming into Danny’s head. Danny stumbles backwards clutching his face in pain as Sarin twists on her left leg looking to lay waste to Danny with that devastating Rin Spin but Danny is suddenly revitalized by a blast of adrenaline. Danny hops the leg clear and thunders across the ring before bouncing off the ropes preparing for the finish.
McNally: OH NO! LOOK OUT!
Edison: Hit the deck!
Danny flies forward with the Vegas Blackout but Sarin hits the deck and Danny overshoots. His leg lands over the top rope and he tumbles out crashing to the floor on the outside as the crowd looks on in shock. Danny amazingly lands on his knee quickly regaining his balance as his adrenaline holds strong. He lunges under the ring apron and draws out a steel chair looking to finish this for good. Danny slides under the bottom rope. He stands up as Sarin directs her attention to him and in a state of panic Sarin puts up her guard. The referee intervenes getting in The King’s way looking good to finish this for good. Danny without any second thought slams the chair right into the referee’s skull and the bell rings.
McNally: What the heck? Danny just got him disqualified! What a coward!
Edison: You’re telling me. Sarin would’ve had that won as well!
Jones: Here is your winner by disqualification… SARIN ROSSI! But still champion… DANNY MAIIIINNNEEEEEEEER!
Danny completely ignores this. After about a 10 second build up he thunders to Sarin about ready to crack her head open with the chair. He swings at her but Sarin hits the second part of The Rin Spin slamming her leg into the chair which smashes into Danny’s face brutally. Danny hits the deck like a tonne of bricks as “Lady” by Lenny Kravitz hits the speakers. The referee slowly makes it to his feet to hand Danny his title but he’s not in any state to receive it as he lies flat-out on the floor with a trickle of blood flowing from his forehead.
Edison: DAAAAANNNNGEEEEEEROUUUUUUUUSSSSSS!!!!!
McNally; Well, crime doesn’t pay and Danny just suffered by taking that shot right to the head!
The crowd pops as Danny lies unconscious in the centre of the ring. Sarin clutches the back of her neck as she starts to walk down the rampway celebrating her victory even if she didn’t win the title. Danny is slowly starting to sit up as we draw to a fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:38:33 GMT -5
Segment: Becoming, Part Three (Credit: Sarin)
Sarin fights through the lactic acid buildup in her legs, pushing through throngs of backstage workers. Note to self...avoid the entangled, satanic affairs of Italian Cardinals and their devious progeny...
Sarin: Is it too much to ask for a little R&R after a championship match? No, Sarin has to save the world!
She arrives at the doorway Cesare indicated on a crude slip of paper. Sarin groans. The downstairs storage area, which bears an absolutely uncanny resemblance to the dingy location at the ACW arena where Mercer Stanton last tried to kill Yoko, Alicia, Ginger, and herself...
Sarin: I am going to kill that little twerp...
Without hesitation, Sarin kicks down the door in a surge of pure adrenaline. She rips the makeshift map and tossess the fluttering pieces over her shoulder. Systems check on the way down the stairs: Hair, check. Cross, check. Bitch face, check. Game time.
Sarin pauses, letting her eyes adjust to the smothering blackness. She slows her breathing down. Footsteps, not three yards away. Her body tenses, ready to lash out with a precise kick.
Sarin: I know you're there. Show yourself!
Voice: Run and catch...run and catch...the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch...
Goosebumps pop up on Sarin's arms. The disembodied, breathless voice repeats its lullaby with accented, heavy vowels. Sarin pivots, trying in vain to pinpoint the exact location of the singer.
Sarin: Are you going to sing to me, or are you going to let me kick your ass?
A witch's cackle echoes off the stone walls. Eyes closed, Sarin delivers a massive turning backhand slap, catching the stalker with a wicked crack. Lucrezia shrieks, ducking the follow-up spinning crescent kick and rolling to the safety of the shadow.
Sarin: What? Is daddy's little monster too scared to come out and play?
Lucrezia: I will wear your guts as a lovely headdress once I am la principessa.
Sarin: Princess of what? Bizarro world? Wait, don't answer that, because I don't care.
With an bestial snarl of rage, Lucrezia dive tackles Sarin, her pointy shoulder driving the air from Sarin's lungs. Winded, the Flower of Chaos kips back up, slipping into her formidable martial arts stance.
Sarin: You. Are. So. Dead.
In the time span of 1.8 seconds, Sarin delivered two potent butterfly kicks to Lucrezia's jaw, sending the insane woman to an even deeper lala land.
Sarin: Yes! I am so goo--OOF!
Sarin collapses like a sack of bricks, the last dredges of her consciousness slipping away. Sarin will awake twenty minutes later, utterly disoriented. Getting hit with a metal bat--courtesy of Mercer Stanton--will do that to a person.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:39:03 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Sigh of Relief (Credit: Mainer)
When we return to ACW programming we’re shown the image of Danny Mainer head to toe dripping with sweat cradling the Alpha Championship Wrestling International Title over his shoulder. A trickle of blood runs down his forehead as he walks along the long-winding corridor back to his locker-room. As he walks along he thinks about the half an hour long battle that just went on and takes what opportunity he has to let out a sigh of relief that he’s still International Champion. After facing his rival Sarin in a match that could’ve damn-well killed him he managed to retain, Sarin still has her incredible streak but Danny still has the title which is all that matters to him.
He continues to walk musing on the past 35 minutes of his life wincing at all of the impacts and bumps he took including getting dropped on his melon after botching a Top-Rope Canadian Destroyer and so closely pinned. The shame and humiliation of getting Sarin’s ass to smush him face-first into the floor and the Rin Spin to the chair which knocked him out for about 2 minutes. He remembers relinquishing the fact he probably put a referee on the injury list and he was relishing in the fact that he had Sarin exactly where he wanted her and was about to deck her but then got split-lips from having a chair kicked into them. Danny spots a red cabinet hanging off the stone wall containing ice-packs. He opens the door and pulls one out dabbing it at the throbbing wound in his forehead feeling the cold moisture dabbing at the open cut.
Danny laughs off the impact of the Rin Spin feeling like an utter tosser for trying to KO the legendary Sarin Rossi with a chair but he is ultimately just happy with his life what with having an amazing girlfriend, a great job that he loves and his whole life ahead of him. He’s so happy to be at the top and he feels that as far as his career goes he’s only got up to go. He takes the ice-pack from his fore-head and places it atop the centrepiece of his title squeezing it slightly to allow melted water to dribble along the plate shining it up nice and smooth. Danny then puts the pack on his head again allowing it to cool the wound as he walks along the corridor until he reaches a blue door with a yellow star on it and “Danny Mainer” not on a plaque but CARVED into the wood.
Danny takes the handle and twists it opening the door. He looks into his neat and tidy locker-room taking note of the fact that Mei-Feng has left the room. He takes a step in sighing again before talking to himself.
Mainer: Silly whore with her damn past-WOAH!
The door slams shut behind him and a light figure leaps onto his back. Mainer flies forward falling onto the couch. The figure shuffles back slightly as Danny flails his right arm out trying to snap it in the jaw with an elbow but with the shuffling back Danny manages only to roll onto his back still underneath this figure. Without any warning the figure thrusts a warm, wet tongue into Danny’s mouth. Danny is unable to fend her off as he knows now that it’s a woman but the woman on him is NOT his Girlfriend and that’s what he already knows. Her face is too close for him to recognise but just from the tongue and the weight he can tell that it’s not his girlfriend. Danny finally garnering the strength and the level of mind grabs the girl by her head and pushes her back bringing her boots up sending her flying off the couch onto her ass right by the door.
?: ARGH!
Danny leaps off the couch after the girl attacking him and as he stands over her he takes in her details. Her long, slightly curled raven black hair, her pale beige cardigan, her slender frame and her black jeans. Bells are rung in Danny’s mind as his face scrunches up in a flash of recognition. Then like a bullet to the heart it hits him. His face turns sheet white and his jaw literally drops. His eyes are the size of the moon and it takes him all the willpower in the world to not pass out. He looks to the left towards his TV and then back again, double taking. Realization dawns. She’s still there, not a figment of his imagination.
Mainer: You have GOT to be shitting me…
Danny extends a hand to the girl he just pushed on her ass and he looks her up and down. He can barely face the reality as none other then Caitlynn Dufraisne stands before him.
Caitlynn: Hi. Long time no see?
Danny is unable to think as he looks over his apparently dead ex-girlfriend. Caitlynn now on eye level with Mainer leans in and kisses him again making their tongues connect. Danny and Caitlynn kiss for a few seconds before Danny lightly pushes her back by her shoulders.
Mainer: Caitlynn, so many questions. So let’s start this way…
Mainer takes a pause inhaling a huge dosage of air.
Mainer: Where the FUCK have you been?!
Caitlynn: Dead.
Clearly unimpressed, Danny face-palms.
Mainer: DON’T give me that bullshit Caitlynn. You left me without another word, I THOUGHT you were D-…
Suddenly, memories flash through his mind from the time when Danny came back from the dead to see his girlfriend Mei-Feng, reversal of roles and he’s paid dearly for his sins. He’s stood now with the one woman he’s ever loved but ultimately the one woman that’s ever left him out to dry.
Mainer: WHY?!
Danny shakes his head and makes groaning panic noises. Caitlynn takes Danny’s hand turning his back to the door before embracing him wrapping her arms around his neck. She sighs as Danny is still world-broken from this revelation that his one true love is alive and well.
Caitlynn: I still love you Danny, in the past 7 years… I never stopped missing you.
Mainer starts to feel relaxed with his old lover but suddenly a sense of morale standards kicks in. Mainer pushes Caitlynn back and she instinctively sits on the arm of the couch.
Mainer: No, this isn’t right… I can’t do this Kate, I’m with Mei-Feng now and it just wouldn’t be fair to her. I was planning to propose and everything. We were gonna’ live together an-…
A harsh voice interrupts him from behind.
Mei-Feng: Nice ideas Danny, but unfortunately you’re just not my kind of guy. Plus, I know what I’m not wanted. Seeing as you two BOTH like to play dead occasionally it seems to me like you’re perfect for each other. I’ll be picking my stuff up at the end of the week. Later Danny. I knew there was a reason you’d never make love to me and now I know why…
Danny twists around to see Mei-Feng storm off with a huff. Danny goes to chase after her but Caitlynn grabs his wrist. With Mei-Feng gone Danny turns around and falls into Caitlynn knocking her onto the couch. The two entangle in a lustful pile on the couch and as the scene fades Danny finally reaches happiness in his life. As Danny goes on to lose his virginity, he also goes on to lose his cocky attitude and a HUGE Mainer change is upon us…
[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:39:31 GMT -5
Segment “Some Things are Better Left Forgotten” Credit: ~Aj [Cleanliness is next to Godliness, or so they say. If one were to see Aiden Joseph step out of his shower, they would dare not disagree. Dripping wet, he reaches for a nearby towel and begins rubbing it over his nakedness, nakedness that could easily pass as a work of Rodin’s. However, before he can properly dry his hard, chiseled physique, his cell phone lets him know someone is summoning his presence by vibrating wildly.] Aiden: Hello? Voice: Aiden? Aiden: Last time I checked I was. What can I help you with? Voice: Aiden, it’s me, Victor. [The moment he hears this name from the past, Aiden turns three shades of white.] Aiden: Victor, is that really you? Victor: Yes Aiden, it’s me. [There is a long pause. He debates whether or not to hang up, but curiosity grips him in its clutches. Sensing there is trouble coming from the other end of the line, Victor quickly provides the reasoning for his intrusion.] Victor Recesvinto: Aiden, it’s your mother. She’s been very sick and she’s been asking for you. [Still stunned at the phone call, Aiden doesn’t register Victor’s last sentence. Instead, the only words he digests are “mother” & “asking” and thus he responds accordingly.] Aiden: No. Victor: No? Aiden, I know you two have never had the best of relationships, but don’t you think - Aiden *interrupting*: Goodbye Victor. [Aiden creases his cell phone together and throws it on top of a pile of nearby clothes. For one brief second his heart becomes heavy, but the feeling leaves as quickly as it was spurned. Refocusing his attention on the conflict that is just minutes away, Aiden finishes dressing and readies himself for the fight of his life.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:40:04 GMT -5
Segment: My Final Hour: Chapter Two (Credit: FSX) ACW Arena..? 4/23/08 3:45 PM Expect the unexpected. Though many regard it as the simple words of a great man it is also a statement that holds true in almost every situation. Things rarely go as they are initially planned and if you aren't prepared for the unexpected you will likely be blindsided and taken over by it. Truly it is something that all of us should fear, as the consequences of losing to the unexpected could prove to be deadly. In fact, on occasion when things don't go as planned an entire series of events can prove to be useless and obsolete. Horrifying as the thought is, it happens every day. In fact, just yesterday the same happened to Fallen Souls. Though he had been minding his own business and attempting to get in a last burst of honest training for Fallen Heroes all of his plans now lay in ruin. For reasons that are almost impossible to understand he could lose months of training, and all because he wasn't careful and on task. Despite any noble intentions he may have seen as impossible to ignore he could have just had a hand in destroying his own dreams! In fact, if intentions were sinister he may have just had a hand in destroying more than his dreams...FSX: Ugh...what the hell..? But that was not the case, so do not be alarmed. Fallen appears to be completely fine actually, aside from the fact he has no idea where he is or what is going on. Having difficulty even sitting up he groans softly, doing so with quite a bit of strain as he has a look around. The room appeared to be innocent enough, simply a bed and a doorway...though he didn't remember just how he got there. What he did remember was a dream that haunted him when he closed his eyes...or perhaps it was just a hallucination? Whatever the case there was no way that any of that had happened!FSX: Agh...where am I? Slowly moving and shifting to get off the bed and return to his feet, he stretches himself out and winches slightly at the bitter headache he had. Holding onto his head for a moment, he gasped softly as he took note of a lump and quickly made a move into the middle of that room, making well sure that no one else was there and that no one was about to miraculously appear. Something just wasn't right...FSX: That wasn't all real...was it? No no no! It couldn't be! That means...that means...I LOST A DAY OF TRAINING?! DAMN! Well...that's odd. One would imagine that Fallen would care more about being unconscious and moved around by a strange hideous man that declared he was the devil. Years of knowing Hunter must of hardened him to such situation. He couldn't just think of what happened though! It would only waste more of his precious time, and he needed to get in all the training that he could. There was really nothing that he wanted more at the moment then to win the rumble on Saturday, and no sadistic situation was going to stop him! Quickly rushing over to the door and taking a hold of the handle it soon becomes evident that it was no longer his choice if the sadistic situation stopped him or not. Unfortunately, the Devil held the power now.FSX: What the hell is wrong with this door?! Disembodied Voice: My guess is that you’re not sure it exists. FSX: Wait...this is your doing, hideous man who as far as I'm concerned is imaginary? 'Devil' Voice: Indeed it is. FSX: So what is it then? Did someone hire you to stop me from training? How pathetic! 'Devil' Voice: On the contrary, someone has hired me to give you special training. As the door that Fallen had been struggling with suddenly launched open and allowed FSX to fall into the hallway, it would immediately be obvious that things weren't the same. The arena of ACW, if that was indeed where they still were, was notably more luminous and crooked then it was earlier. One might go so far to say that this hallway was just built on short notice, but that's hard to believe. As Fallen quickly returns to his feet and quickly takes a look at his surroundings he begins to walk to the left. Knowing where he is or what was going on wasn't going to stop him now!FSX: So I assume you can still see where I'm going and I can still hear you, right? 'Devil' Voice: Indeed I can. You’re quite quick witted, aren't you? FSX: Well, I just kind of figured I somehow created you in my head as a task to overcome and prove that nothing will hold me back or something along those lines. Now all I need to do is get out of this imaginary hallway and I'll be free to train to my heart’s content! 'Devil' Voice: Well, that makes sense to me. Unfortunately you are incorrect. I am not a creation of your mind. You will not be training in a traditional fashion either. No...instead you will be playing a game with me. FSX: A game..? Things never could just be easy and normal for Fallen, could they? Despite honest intentions and the fact he just wanted to do all he could to get ready he had to do something insane instead. That's what always happened! Coming to a slow stop and looking on with grimace on his face, he rubbed at his temples softly and sighed. Well, at least he'd keep up his tradition of falling into ridiculous situations and entertaining the world well escaping them.'Devil' Voice: Yes. If you win the game you'll be fully prepared for your match, and free to leave in peace. If you lose the game I'll roast your corpse and eat your heart, and someone will just have to enter in your place. FSX: So...is this going to be some kind of Saw rip-off, then? 'Devil' Voice: Pretty much. FSX: I guess I should have saw this coming. 'Devil' Voice: Nice pun...Shall we get started then? FSX: May as well. Standing there for a brief moment, Fallen took a good look around as it seemed almost as if nothing would happen. Counting down on his hand for five, however, Fallen seems to know just how this was going to work out. Pointing in the distance as he finishes his count it begins to glow red ominously in the distance. Grinning for a moment and beginning a jog in the direction of the glow, Fallen doesn't seem to think he'll have any trouble whatsoever with whatever it is that he encounters.'Devil' Voice: You sure seem eager to meet your doom. FSX: I'm used to it. So what do we have first? Some sort of endurance test? Maybe strength training? 'Devil' Voice: Hm? Oh, I call it distraction training. First I turn on this generic red light to catch your interest, then I kill you. FSX: Makes sense....now...when you say kill… Getting his answer the old fashioned way, Fallen feels the earth shake under him as there is a loud thud in the distance. Slowing to a stop as he hears such odd and strange noises he appears to be quite dumbfounded. Shrugging softly and looking over his shoulder for a moment he takes note of a giant ball slowly rolling toward him. Staring to it blankly for a moment, it's pretty evident what he has to do.FSX: I see. Well, now it makes perfect sense. Luckily I'm not Harrison Ford, so I'm still young enough to RUN FOR MY LIFE! 'Devil' Voice: I was hoping you would. This portion of your test involves escaping whatever situation may present itself. FSX: I don't honestly think I'm going to have to narrowly evade death! 'Devil' Voice: Unless you start running you won't have to worry about it. Finally they were agreeing about something! Looking back to the large boulder shaped ball once again Fallen had no choice but to start running! Despite the fact it might not crush him immediately or anything like that it was still deadly! Racing down the hallway as face as fast as he possibly could he would make note that it was growing more narrow by the minute. As he could spot the end of it in the distance he sprinted as fast as he could toward it, barely managing to fit his body in the incredibly tight compartment that directly led off the makeshift hallway and looking back to the ball as he grinned. Watching as it rolled closer and closer with each passing moment it came to no surprise when it slammed into both of the walls, effectively being lodged there as Fallen celebrated a bit in his cramped victory.FSX: Too easy! 'Devil' Voice: Bravo, you managed to escape due to poor workmanship. I suppose I get what I paid for. FSX: Right! So...how am I supposed to get out of here? I mean, the ball is in my way and there isn't any door. 'Devil' Voice: You went down the hallway in the wrong direction. Now you are trapped in a situation that there is no obvious escape for, which clearly means you are in for your next struggle. Find a way out, or you'll simply get to rot in your new dungeon. FSX: I probably should have seen this coming... Cursing silently to himself and trying to maneuver his way out of the compact corner that he found himself, it would soon be obvious that things just weren't going to be easy for him. With no simple way out of this ingenious trap, will Fallen be able to get out before starvation? Better yet, will he be able to get out in time to make it to Fallen Heroes? He has to be in Mexico by Thursday, or Ginger will be removing him from the match! Slamming his head into the wall over and over, it's quite obvious that he is experiencing just a bit of frustration. Who wouldn't be? Trapped in a corner with little time to spare...he'd gladly skip the rest of his training for a chance to beat the mutated freak that did this to him to death! But that probably won't happen...
Unless he still has some time to spare when he gets out, anyway.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:41:45 GMT -5
Segment: "I've Got to Figure It Out" (Credit: Rattlesnake/The Revolutionary)
The last 6 weeks have been a literal emotional roller coaster for Rattlesnake. It's like he's gone straight to hell and back time and time again. He's been through quite a lot and it seems to never end.
He walks through the hallway, looking around every corner with a cautious eye. He knows that The Revolutionary could be there, waiting and prepared to attack at any time. But as he turns each corner, his nemesis is nowhere to be seen.
Perhaps that's a good thing. After all, it could potentially lead to some disastrous confrontation where one or the other or even both could been taken away to a local hospital.
Rattlesnake: I wish I could remember who I saw. It's all a blur.
He remembers taking down The Revolutionary down with a Snakebite and successfully unmasking him. In the time it took him to utter a few simple words, a chair took him out. Another person wearing the same mask helped The Revolutionary out.
Unfortunately, that's all he remembers. Nothing else. It's upsetting too. Rattlesnake had The Revolutionary right where he wanted him and as quickly as he had him, he lost him. It was more frustrating that anyone could ever believe.
Rattlesnake: It had to have been someone I've seen before. Otherwise he wouldn't be so intent on going after me. But who is it?
It was really nerve racking trying to figure this mystery out. Nothing seemed to fit into place. He could think of one person that would do this and then end up thinking of something that would disprove it. It ended up begin a constant cycle.
Then again, if what he said was true, he would reveal himself at Fallen Heroes. In other words, tonight was the night. Tonight Rattlesnake could rip the mask off his face again and then really kick his ass.
That was the option Rattlesnake wanted. Not only to get his hands on this guy for the weeks of torment, but to also reveal their identity to the world and only allow them to be recognizable for a few moments.
Rattlesnake: Whoever it is, they are going to wish that they hadn't messed with me. I'll make sure of that.
Rattlesnake turns another corner and he sees a note addressed to him on the ground. He picks up the note and reads it.
"Dear Rattlesnake,
By now you see what I'm capable of. I grow tired of our fights. I want to tell you that after what I saw from you on Warfare, that I've been wrong about you all this time. I wish to make amends with you."
Rattlesnake: What the hell? He wants to what? If he thinks for one minute that I'm going to fall for that, he's got another thing coming.
Rattlesnake sees more on the note.
"You probably don't trust me at this point. Who could blame you? After everything that's happened, you probably think that this is a trap. I can assure you of one thing. This is not a trap. As I said, I wish to make amends with you. That is my sole intention now."
Rattlesnake: Sole intention? I really don't like the looks of this. I'm skeptical about it. I don't trust him. However, he could be telling the truth. I might as well check it out and see what he wants. I'll be cautious of anything around me though. Now where does he want to meet me at?
Rattlesnake skims the note for a second.
Rattlesnake: Aha! He wants to meet me...in my locker room? But that's just a few feet away.
Rattlesnake looks up and sees the door to his locker room open slightly. He pushes the door open. The room is dark aside from one dim light shining down on someone. Upon closer inspection, Rattlesnake sees that it's The Revolutionary sitting on a chair, staring at him.
"I see you read my note. I want to thank you for coming in here."
Rattlesnake: What's going on here? I know you don't want to make amends with me. What's your true intention?
"You don't trust me? I'm not surprised. If ours roles were reversed, I wouldn't be able to trust you either. So that pretty much makes us the same on that."
Rattlesnake: Answer me!
"Calm down Snake. Don't get agitated on my account. Why don't you sit down and we can discuss this with some civility."
Rattlesnake thinks about this for a moment. He looks The Revolutionary in the eyes and shakes his head no.
Rattlesnake: Fuck you.
"Why such hostility Snake? All I want to do is apologize for what I did to you."
Rattlesnake: After everything that's happened, you want me to discuss all of this? You expect me accept your apology? You can take your apology and shove it up your ass. As far as I'm concerned, the only way I'll accept your "apology" is when you've felt the pain and agony I've had to go through because of you.
"So you don't accept it?"
Rattlesnake: Hell no I don't accept it!
"A pity. I saw that coming before you set foot in this room. And now you'll have to pay yet again."
Rattlesnake: What do you mean?
"Only this. Lights."
The lights turn on and Rattlesnake is surrounded by people wearing Guy Fawkes masks.
Rattlesnake: Oh, fuck me.
"Not what we had in mind, but you are, in a manner of speaking, fucked now. Get him."
All of the people converge on Rattlesnake and grab him.
"Now that we have him, my plan is nearing it's completion. All that remains is what to do with him."
The scene fades as the door to Rattlesnake's locker room closes. The sounds of a scuffle ensue. The echoing thud of a steel chair crashing against a skull is heard and a heavy thud just a few seconds later. Silence follows.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:42:48 GMT -5
Match 3: Pyramid from Hell Match "Black & White" Dan White VS Aiden Joseph [C] - ACW World Heavyweight Title
The camera fades in from the break, and announcer Philip Jones is standing in the ring.
Philip: The following match is our main event, and is for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship!
McNally: Now here we are! This match is certainly one of the hottest matches we'll have tonight! And interestingly enough, a match that we, as commentators, only got to know details about literally just 5 minutes before this match. Edison: Yeah, and believe me folks, this match makes Hell in a Cell look like a Playground for kids!
There's a mighty pop from the Mexico City crowd, half of whom begin to gaze up at the Pyramid structure hanging above the ring.
Philip: The match is the first ever Pyramid From Hell match! The rules of this match are simple. Both men will come down and enter the ring, and when both men are here, the structure will lower around the ring. The Championship strap is held at the summit of the inside of the Pyramid, and the first person to retrieve the belt is the champion!
McNally: This match, may I add ladies and gentlemen, has been 6 months in the making. Dan White has wanted a way to find revenge for months now, but in all my years as a commentator for this, or any other federation in my career, I have never seen anyone take such a drastic change in personality for the sake of revenge. Edison: Yeah, and that structure up there, well we can't see it clearly but man, it's scary what to think these two might do to each other! McNally: You're right there, Eddie. But the origin of this match was neither of these characters, but came from the mind of Chairman Gingerdude. Now as we all know, he's never been a fan of Dan White, so this match is a perfect way to give Aiden the chance for revenge. Dan is basically a puppet to Gingerdude. Edison: A guinea pig too. McNally: A guinea pig? What illegal substances have you been smoking now? Edison: No man, it makes sense! If these two absolutely rip each other apart, then Gingerdude is obviously going to use it for people who want to see violence between two high drawing wrestlers, and to punish people he hates! McNally: You know, if I didn't know any better I'd think you're actually being intelligent.
Philip: Coming first to the ring, the champion, weighing at 310 lbs...from San Fernando, California...Aiden Joseph!
”White Rabbit” by Collide hits and the arena goes crazy for Aiden Joseph. Whether they love him or hate him, this crowd is certainly making a lot of noise for the World Champion, in this his biggest title challenge yet. He calmly walks down the ramp, but there's a look of reluctance on his face as he peers up to the steel structure hanging above him, his title belt shining from above. He shrugs it off, climbs into the ring and waits for his opponent.
McNally: Well here's our champion, but I've never seen him look so reluctant to be in a wrestling ring. Edison: Are you surprised? That freak White has just messed around with him for months!
Philip: And his opponent, the challenger, weighing at 238 lbs...from Cardiff, Wales, “Your Darkest Pleasure”...Dan White!
The fans aren't quite sure what to expect, as the arena darkens, and two headlights switch on, hazily wondering about the stage. Footsteps can be heard in the background making a familiar beat, before an organ suddenly bursts into action. Although those with an ear for music will tell you that it's not an organ, but rather the sounds of Brian May's guitar, as “Procession” by Queen hits the PA System.
The eerie music echoes around the arena, as Dan White steps out onto the stage, wearing all black, including a black trilby, black gloves and a black jacket. He slowly walks down the ramp, with a flamboyant walk, ignoring the jeers from the crowd, and instead looking up at his opponent in the ring. Emotionless, Dan removes the trilby, and the headlights are switches off. The music suddenly stops, and for a second everything is in total darkness.
A single firework sparks down from the ceiling, exploding right in front of Dan, and as this firework goes off, the lights switch on, and Dan's jacket is seen, alarmingly to Aiden, totally covered in bondage tape. Dan notices Aiden noticing this, and lets a slight grin come across his face, as he enters the ring. Philip wisely exits the ring, feeling the animosity between the two.
McNally: Well, Dan certainly looks a hell of a lot different to what I ever saw him as. Edison: Don't get me wrong, but it seems to me like Dan doesn't even care who wins this match. He just wants to be in that ring against Thunder-I mean, Aiden! McNally: Well folks the officiating rules from Gingerdude are that this match does not stop until we find a winner. Additionally, there will not be a referee in the Pyramid structure. Basically this match is No Holds Barred, anything goes. But we do have a medical team at ringside, just in case it gets particularly nasty in there. Edison: Apparently Ginger didn't want a medical team here! The arena insisted, but I mean what the hell. Ginger's going psycho!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:44:27 GMT -5
Both men glare at each other from opposite sides of the ring. Dan has a smirk across his face, knowing that he's finally going to get his revenge on the main who effectively ruined his career six months ago. Aiden looks over at Dan, with an obvious dose of caution in his moves. He's been drugged, stalked, freaked out by Dan's actions over the past six months, and tests the ropes with his hands as he glares straight ahead. A crank is heard, and the camera pans to the roof of the arena, where the Pyramid of Hell begins to lower.
To those who are unfamiliar with the pyramid, it looks like this:
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The shape of the pyramid leaves just about enough room to be able to walk around the outside of the ring and not bash your head. Same goes for the middle tier of the platform, which, taking into account unavailable head space, is about wrestling in a 8-by-8 ring. And to stress, the way the Pyramid is designed, it's almost impossible to get to the title at the top by means other than foreign objects.
The Pyramid lowers over the ring, and from this point on it's now or never for both men. They both look up at the peak of the pyramid, where the World Title shines down on them. This, Aiden's second PPV defence, this Dan's third attempt on PPV to claim the crown he's so desperately wanted. But what would be more of value to him? Winning the belt, effectively causing the Entourage to self-destruct, or the satisfaction of knowing that after all this time, he'll never have to look back at Aiden again.McNally: A final point for you fans at home. The weapons have been exclusively picked and placed under the ring. In essence, you won't be finding stop signs or trash cans. Think more in the lines of heavy weaponry.Edison: Wow, that's nuts. Anyways, let's get rolling!~~DING DING DING~~ Both men take a deep breath, and exit their turnbuckles. The Mexican crowd are in silence as both men circle the ring once, and for the first time in this feud, officially get hands on with each other. AJ takes Dan by the arm and whips him at the ropes, but Dan manages to halt himself. His natural wrestling sixth sense comes into play, and a backwards mule kick hits an oncoming AJ into the stomach. Dan turns around, smirking again at AJ, and AJ looks up to receive a brutal clothesline to the face. AJ falls straight to the floor, and Dan rubs his arm, mocking Aiden's actions as when he was Thunderkiss, and picks AJ back up. He forces him into the corner, and begins clubbing him in the face, each punch wearing AJ down more and more. But AJ manages to prove his strength, and forces Dan away with both hands, sending Dan to the floor, and earning a loud pop for his actions. Dan climbs to his feet, and simply shrugs his shoulders as AJ, signalling him that this is far from over. McNally: Well there we have it, both these men aren't scared to back down from each other.Edison: I'm just surprised they haven't get the weapons out yet!Both men rush forward and collide, locking into a straight headlock and lucky not to fall over with the vast impact. AJ again throws Dan at the ropes, and this time gets the upper hand with a powerful Scoop Slam. AJ gets to his feet, and begins stomping Dan. This also earns a pop, as AJ shows a familiar former trait that the fans recognise. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! With no referee in the ring, there's no way of anybody stopping AJ's assault on Dan, but he calms himself down and stops the stomps. He lifts Dan to his feet, and gives him a quick look, then sending a huge uppercut into Dan's jaw. Only not into Dan's jaw in its current location, which is about 2 feet to AJ's side. AJ turns to his side, actually a lot quicker on his toes than he used to be, but it's to no avail as he walks into a face down DDT. Dan leaps to his feet, and just stares at AJ. AJ opens his eyes and looks up at Dan, Dan giving the look to say that the match is, and always has been in his court. McNally: Wow, now if looks could kill, AJ would be 6 feet under by now.Edison: And Dan would be the World Champion.Dan lifts AJ up, and locks him into a suplex position. He attempts to lift AJ up, but AJ manages to resist, still being a lot stronger than Dan. Dan knees AJ in the gut and attempts a suplex a second time, but once again he fails to lift AJ, who lifts Dan up into his own suplex. Dan crashes to the mat, and AJ rolls over, almost making a pinfall attempt, but remembering the stipulation is belt or bust. AJ shrugs his shoulders and lifts Dan to his feet. He attempts to hit a Russian Leg Sweep, but an elbow to the head allows Dan to escape the hold. As AJ clutches his face, Dan gets on his knees and with a powerful chop movement, hits the back of AJ's legs. This causes AJ to fall to his knees, and Dan mercilessly follows up with a hard elbow to the back of the head. AJ falls flat on his face, and the fans jeer Dan for his actions. McNally: What a cheap shot! That's not wrestling, that's thuggish behaviour by White, nothing else to it!Edison: Like you said though, it's anything goes in there!AJ though isn't going to let a couple of elbows halt his quest to retain the World Championship, and swiftly gets to his feet. But he walks straight into a Hurricarana. The move certainly takes AJ for a spin, but to his surprise, Dan holds on to his arm, holding it at an elevated angle, and there's a pop, at least from the commentary table. McNally: And it looks like Dan's going for the Fujiwara Armbar! We've not seen that move in a very long time!Edison: He's not going to win the title by submission though!Dan keeps the hold locked in, but AJ manages to pull himself together, tensing his muscles and managing to push his body up. This allows him to perform a forward roll, leaping to his feet and breaking the hold. Angry, Dan charges at AJ, but AJ instead grabs him by the arm and launches a Monkey Toss that sends Dan to the outside and crashing against the steel wall! McNally: What a shot! And for the first time in this match the Pyramid has been in use!Edison: That was a nasty shot right there! Dan flew out the ring horizontal, so actually got the full brunt of the steel against his body. He slowly looks up, and notices AJ smirking, as he bounces back off the ropes and launches himself over the ropes closest to Dan. Dan though manages to dive out the way, and AJ receives the same treatment he just handed out to Dan. The two men manage to get back to their feet, and the crowd heats up as the structure finally uses its elements against our competitors. AJ throws a punch, but Dan manages to duck it, and throws one back at him. TK stumbles back to one knee, but as Dan approaches, he replenishes his energy and spears him into the side of the Pyramid. But with the Pyramid structure obviously being slanted, all that hits the wall, much to his dismay, is Dan's head. McNally: Ooof, suddenly this match is a cringe a second! I don't want to see that again.Edison: Dan doesn't look too good either.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:45:24 GMT -5
One of the referees on the outside peers inside, making sure Dan isn't badly hurt and thankfully the medical staff aren't required yet, although small spots of blood can be seen dropping onto the protective mats on the outside. Dan's head more punishment in the past, although it was never tested whether or not he ever fully recovered from the severe head injury caused by Alexander Starkweather back at Heatwave 2006. He slowly gets himself up with the aid of the wall, but AJ is already up, shuffling his feet, mimicking Muhammed Ali.
JAB!
JAB!
JAB!
Three jabs to the face, and Dan is back on the floor again. He started the match well, but now AJ has turned up the heat. He lifts Dan up and rolls him into the ring, which generates small pockets of jeers from the crowd, not that AJ would care. He lifts up the ring apron, and pulls out a lead pipe, which then generates cheers from the crowd. He slots it into the ring, and then continues rummaging underneath the ring. Something catches his eye, and he pulls out a lighttube, much to the delight of the fans.
McNally: And this is against his new change, but Aiden has realised how much he'll have to rely on weaponry in order to win this match. Edison: A lighttube?! We've not seen one of them in ACW for months!
AJ slips the lighttube into the ring as well, and re-enters the ring. He picks the lighttube up, and holds it like a baseball bat. He waits for Dan to get up and turn around, then forcing it against his belly. The lighttube smashes into a thousand pieces against him, and there's another pop as Dan falls down to a seated position, only being holstered up by resting on the ropes. AJ's match fitness is certainly coming into play now, as he lifts Dan up and locks in the Countdown to Extinction. The Iron Claw takes Dan surprise as he's holstered into the air, but it only takes a couple of seconds before Dan throws a mighty boot into AJ's stomach, welting him hard. AJ drops Dan with an instant, and Dan manages to clamber away and re-evaluate his tactics in this match. He grabs AJ and lifts him to his feet, dragging him into one of the corners of the turnbuckle. Dan then grabs AJ by the head, and uses the Pyramid wall as a cheese grater of sorts, grating AJ's head against the steel mesh and causing a sickening sight, as blood and skin flies everywhere.
McNally: And more dirty tactics by White! That's utterly disgusting! Edison: How do you expect him to act? Like he's not fighting for a World title shot in a match against his enemy that he's waited 6 months for in a huge steel pyramid thing and- McNally: Breathe, Eddie!
As Eddie catches his breath, Dan ends his assault, which leaves AJ with the beginnings of a crimson mask. AJ slumps down in the turnbuckle, and Dan exits the ring, throwing the apron open and pulling out a ladder, which makes the fans cheer. He takes it into the ring again, lifting it up and jabbing it into AJ's stomach to make sure he stays where he is. Dan then sets the ladder up in between the midway platform, which is about 11 feet up. Dan begins to climb, and despite his draining energy, he manages to reach the top before AJ gets out of the turnbuckle. That though is only half the journey, and he tried to lift the ladder through the hole and get to the title, but this time he wasn't so lucky with AJ, who manages to grab the ladder. Dan's on his knees looking down through the hole, trying to wrestle it away from AJ, who instead of pulling, forces it into Dan's mouth, giving him a less-bad but still painful Joey Mercury-esque smash in the face.
Edison: Oh man, talk about facelift! McNally: Dan's certainly not had the best luck in regards to his previous head injuries tonight, but who could expect him to avoid it in such a match?
The ladder to the face has cut Dan open, and he begins to bleed heavily from a cut on the side of his eye. He's perilously close to the hole, and this allows AJ to set the ladder up again. He climbs up a couple steps, enough to reach in and grab Dan. He lifts Dan out from that middle tier, holding him on his shoulder. AJ then goes for a slam to the floor, but Dan manages to squirm his way out of the hold. He gives a slight kick to the face, knocking AJ groggy a tad. This allows Dan to get to his feet and hold his composure, wiping blood from out his eyes. As AJ turns back around, Dan boots him in the gut, and hits his famous Spinechiller move, the Double Arm Neckbreaker. Dan turns his face, looking straight at the camera, and it's almost like Foley all over again, only not as brutal. But his face is terribly swollen from the ladder shot, as well as blood all over the place.
Dan rolls out of the ring, and opens the apron. He slips something into his pocket, but it's unclear what it was. The second thing he pulls out of the ring though is very clear, and also generates a massive pop, despite Dan's alignment status. He brandishes a table, sliding it into the ring. AJ is slowly getting to his feet, but Dan doesn't notice him and instead concentrates on setting up the table. He does so, but AJ clubs him in the back, but his slow actions suggest that he too is now suffering from blood loss and the general damage this match has endured on him. He throws Dan against the ropes and attempts a big boot, but Dan manages to duck it, waiting for AJ to turn around, and tries to plant him with a Roundhouse Kick. AJ jumps backwards quickly, letting Dan spin around before clocking him with a Polish Hammer which sends Dan flying to the ground.
McNally: Well it seemed for a moment there that both men had nothing left in them, but that was a great display of agility! Edison: Dan's on the floor again though, and AJ is setting that ladder up...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:46:37 GMT -5
AJ perfects the ladder, and with Dan on the ground he begins to make the slow and steady climb. The fans are on his side and support him as he makes his way up the ladder, As he makes the top, Dan slowly comes to, and manages to begin to crawl to the ladder, knowing that if AJ gets the ladder through the hole then the match is basically over. Like before, the two men suddenly engage in a battle for the ladder, AJ again trying his earlier method of jabbing it in Dan's face, but Dan manages to hold onto the ladder, and use it to pull himself up. AJ's incensed at this point, using as much power as he can to get the ladder up the hole. Dan knows he's not going to win this battle, but he has another trick up his sleeve. He reaches into his pocket, throwing something into the top tier of the Pyramid. And sure enough, within seconds, the entire top half becomes engulfed in a huge cloud of smoke!
McNally: Dan White uses the smoke grenade! Lord, it's he's pulling out all the stops in this match!
AJ get clearly be heard shouting “WHAT THE FUCK?!”, which will promptly be deleted on future broadcasts in case of bad publicity. The smoke begins to seep through the cage and slowly it starts to air out, but Dan takes this opportunity to climb up the ladder. He gets to the top, but that top tier is still unclear as the smoke takes its time to clear (hey, it all rhymes).
McNally: Well it looks like the match is definitely in Dan's park now Edison: That's true, the smokes beginning to clear. But I don't seem too confident in that platform. It doesn't look so stable... McNally: I think that's the point, Eddie.
The smoke has cleared to the point that the two can be seen, but it's still a little hazy. Dan throws a punch into AJ, whose eyes must have been burnt by the smoke. He throws a second punch, and then a third. The area on that platform isn't vast in size, and Dan throws a fourth punch, and AJ stumbles straight into the Pyramid wall, falling to the plexiglass floor. Dan lifts him up, and throws him against the steel again, and again AJ falls to the platform, and it shakes a little under the pressure. Dan lifts him up a third time, and tries to through him in again, but AJ resists, this time booting Dan in the gut. He lifts Dan up and tries to go for a Goodnight Kiss, but Dan struggles his way out, and plants AJ with a very surprising Equaliser. Both men lie on the platform, with the title just 11 feet above their heads.
McNally: Now this match won't earn any awards for the most technical match of all time, but for a sheer bloodbath, for sheer passion and to be frank, for sheer hatred, there hasn't quite been a match as tense as this so far this year. Edison: ...I'm sure I just saw a crack in that platform.
Dan slowly climbs to his feet, using the Pyramid to help himself up. He looks at the ladder which is still pirched into the hole, and slowly begins to feed it through the hole. He manages to do so with some effort, setting it up, so it's just about a foot away from the title. He begins to climb the ladder, with the fans all on their feet as he begins the climb. Step by step, he slowly makes his way towards the title, but AJ also manages to wake up at the same time, and looks up, seeing his world title slipping away from him. This spurs his second wind, and he manages to grab the bottom of the ladder, furiously shaking it in order to get Dan to fall. Dan looks down, and looks up at the belt, and makes a decision....
McNally: He's not, is he?! Edison: He is! Dan's made a jump for the belt! Dan White is the new World Champion! McNally: Hang on there Eddie, he can't undo the buckle. Edison: And AJ's getting to his feet, Dan better hurry!
AJ's at his knees, but he makes a desperate dive, similar to Dan's, and grabs hold of Dan's legs, as the ladder falls down the hole.
McNally: The fate of the championship is going to be determined here! Edison: I don't think Dan's got it in him to hold on though! His hand's slipping McNally: And he's-oh my. OH MY. Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
The crowd are going absolutely ecstatic at what just happened. The roof almost blows off the arena.
McNally: Someone for god's sakes help them! That's absolutely insane! Edison: Someone...replay...can't talk....
[replay]Dan holds onto the title for dear life, but he's carrying 300 lbs on his legs. Despite his best efforts, his grip on the title slips, and TK forces him to the platform. Unfortunately for the two men, their weight is too much for the platform, which buckles under pressure and sends both men crashing down 12 plus feet, right into the table that was set up previously!![/replay]
McNally: Man, in all my days, I've never seen something as crazy as that! Edison: They're dead, Max. They're both dead.
Lingering smoke swirls around with the impact, with the referees desperate to enter the ring, and the medical staff now on hand to get the match suspended. But a familiar bellowing voice can be heard in the background, much to their dismay.
Gingerdude: Now now, we won't be making any rescue missions here, folks. Both these men are still capable to fight, believe me. Let me repeat myself, this match WILL have an end, or else you may find yourself without a job at the end of the night!
McNally: Now how can he just go and do that? Both these men are clearly hurt.
The crowd boos loudly, they know that Gingerdude is only doing this to continue playing his little game. But no sooner has he exited back through the curtain, that there's movement again in the ring, which sparks a pop, as the hand of Dan White thrusts up into the air. He slowly moves himself towards the ropes, and there's no sign of Aiden getting anywhere any time soon. Dan manages to pull himself up to his feet, but rests against the ropes, totally bloodied, battered and bruised. He looks up at the World title, which remains hanging, but as he almost managed to unbuckle it, it's now about a foot further down as it was. He then looks at the platform, which is all but destroyed, save for a small ledge in a corner. He sighs, and looks at the remaining debris in the centre of the ring. AJ lies over the shattered platform, and the previously set up table.
McNally: Well it looks like White is the one, if anyone, to win this match! Edison: Problem is, how the hell is he going to find a way to get to the title?
He takes the ladder, and sets it up next to the remaining ledge. He begins the slow climb, but with each step it seems to fuel AJ's energy more, and he dazily looks up at Dan. Knowing what's at stake, he manages to roll to the ropes, and as Dan nears the top of the ladder, AJ uses his arms to drag himself up. He's on his feet, but is still very groggy, and stumbles into the ladder, knocking it off and knocking Dan to the outside of the ring! Aiden takes another deep breath, and grabs the lead pipe that has been in the ring for such a long time. He rolls out of the ring, and grabs Dan, who is effectively knocked out. He seats Dan in one of the corners, and takes the lead pipe, but instead of smashing it against his head, AJ instead forces it through the Pyramid wall. He then forces it through the other side, so Dan is seated with a bar across his body, so tight that he's unable to escape. Like a roller-coaster barrier, really.
AJ re-enters the ring, and sets the ladder up, beginning to climb towards the remaining ledge, There's a huge pop from the fans as they see that the end of the match is in sight for Aiden. The camera pans back to Dan, who's now awake, and aware of his surroundings. He analyses the pipe across his body, and attempts to force it off him. He's unsuccessful, trying frantically to shift it, but the pipe won't budge. AJ meanwhile has reached the platform ledge, and pulls himself into a standing position, with the fans hotter than ever.
McNally: Aiden has almost won the match! Edison: Don't hold your breath, Dan's managed to move the pipe!!
Dan keeps hold of the pipe, and rushes into the ring. Aiden is unable to bring the ladder onto the ledge, but is literally within touching distance of the title. Dan climbs up the ladder, now running on pure adrenaline, swinging the pipe above his head as he goes. AJ realises it's now or never, and with just millimetres to spare in avoiding getting his legs smashed by the pipe, he leaps up, grabbing hold of the Pyramid wall in the style of monkey bars. At this point he's actually almost directly below his title, and he uses all the might he has left in his right arm to hold himself, as Dan helplessly watches AJ's left arm stretch out and grab the title. This sends the crowd utterly ballistic, as Dan then takes another 12 foot plunge to the ground.
Philip: The winner of this match...AND STILL ACW WORLD CHAMPION...Aiden Joseph!!!
Aiden carefully drops to the remains of the platform, and then to the floor, and stands for a couple of seconds, before collapsing with exhaustion.
McNally: Aiden's retained the championship! What a main event! Edison: Wow...that was an epic match! If you can even call it a match!
”White Rabbit hits again, and Aiden manages to get back to his feet. He uses the ropes as an aid, but proudly holds up the World Title. The cage begins to rise back into the rafters again, and soon enough, crew workers are able to clear the ring of all the debris, and the EMTs go to deal with Dan. Aiden doesn't care about all that though. 6 months in the making, 6 months of pain and mental torture, 6 months all conquered, and still the World Champion.
McNally: Well I think he's established himself as one of the greats. Edison: That was immense...it was the most violent match I have ever seen.
Aiden slowly walks up the ramp, but before he goes through the curtain, he looks back at Dan, to what he never expected to see. Dan rests on his hands and knees, looking and glaring at Aiden, with a dark grin on his face. Stubbornly, Aiden raises the belt once again, and limps his way to the backstage.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:48:41 GMT -5
Segment: My Final Hour: Chapter Three (Credit: FSX) ACW Arena 4/23/08 8:00 PM Confined and confused, but for some reason not afraid of what may be the inevitable. Trapped in a place you had no intent to be, but for some reason so serene and pleased with the fact you were able to think things out before losing your mind. Sometimes there is just something wonderful of being stuck somewhere you don't want to be, and it can really help you understand things you'd otherwise never think about. Information you would never be able to fully understand if you weren't given hours to truly think of. What a hectic schedule never allowed you to deal with. What a racing mind forced you to ignore. When you’re finally able to actually sit down and consider all that you are doing, and just why you are doing such things you can really reach a moment of serenity. Of pure happiness due to truly understanding your meaning and cause, unable to doubt what has ran through your mind time and time again. Unfortunately...often you will also understand that some things mean more to you then you first assumed.FSX: I can't believe this is how everything comes to an end... Laying in that same small and confined space that he was found in before, one might wonder just how long he has been there thinking to himself silently. Or if he even knew the time or day anymore...Holding onto his stomach as he heard it groan quite loudly for sustenance he could only smile softly and slowly sit up there in the narrow hallway, staring to the ball that confined him intently for a moment.FSX: Why is it that only now it means so much to me? I know I really wanted to win before, and that I'm doing this for the greater good...I really am...I guess I just forgot at some point that I really want it too. It's not like someone like me is going to get another chance. Grinning for a moment again he laughed softly at what he was saying, not even sure if anyone was listening at this point of if he was simply having a conversation with himself. It didn't really matter either way...he needed to get these things off his chest and he wouldn't get another opportunity.FSX: I don't have much longer in the business, if I'm being honest with myself anyway. I've been doing this for 14 years after all...and during that time I've literally lost my mind. I've never managed to really gain the respect of those around me despite all I try to do to make this business fairer for everyone, and I may just be forgettable. Rubbing at his temples for a moment it was clear that this was just another breakdown! Well...in reality it wasn't. Fallen was well aware of all that he said at this point, and without much doubt it's been on his mind for hours and he means every word.FSX: I know I've had my allies over the years, and I've managed to entertain a lot of people well having a lot of fun…but there came a time when people stopped taking me seriously. When I stopped being a viable threat because I prided myself in having a good time and being myself despite the situation, and people really didn't like that. I mean...even now there are many who laugh at the idea of The Second Coming. I don't really understand why, though. I know that it's not the most cohesive unit in the world, and Taylor is completely blinded by the belief that this is all being done for his benefit...but it's not. I'm doing this for everyone. Almost seeming to grow bitter for a moment as he stands up and pushes his head to the side of the ball he closes his eyes, almost as if he was focusing to move it with telekinetic powers! But no, it seems instead that he is remaining quite serious for the moment. How unfortunate. Slamming his fist into the ball a few times he leans more of his weight up to it and stares to the ceiling.FSX: I don't know why, but I thought some people might just finally care about what I do if I make everything better. I didn't expect them to make even that into a big joke! It's a good cause...really, it is. The fact I hoped I could be the first to break through that barrier that holds those that aren't traditional and 'business-friendly' back from their potential. I just thought if someone like me could make it to the top after so many years that others would do whatever it took to get there as well. But really…it's true that I want it badly myself as well, and this is my last shot. That's why I had to stay behind and focus all my energy, because if I don't take advantage I probably never will. Taking in a deep breathe, Fallen slowly backs away from the ball that is still lodged in his path and to the narrowest corner of the hallway. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth it becomes quite obvious what he is trying to do, and he doesn't waste a second racing forward to lunge at the ball. Connecting with it in quite a display, it actually seems to move for a moment! But of course it doesn't...no...in actuality it just sucks in it's rubbery wall a small bit and launches Fallen away from it, back into the narrow corner.FSX: Oh god...that was stupid... 'Devil' Voice: Yes, it was. FSX: You’re still around, then? So I can only assume that you've been watching and listening this entire time. 'Devil' Voice: Of course. I'm quite disappointed that it took you this long to realize it, however. FSX: Realize what? That this ball isn't going anywhere and that I'm trapped in the arena? That I won't make it to the show on time after all? 'Devil' Voice: No you idiot. That you actually still have a love for the business as it is. That you honestly believe if you try your hardest and do what you can that things will work out for you. That's all this has really been about...I mean, you've been training so hard lately that you haven't even taken the time to think about why you are. It's never always going to be about performing a selfless act for others, but rather for doing what you dreamed about doing since you were a little boy. As there was a numb rush of pain through his body, Fallen sat their silently and stared to the floor as he listened to the true words of the man that lead him to this situation. It was quite hard to believe that this was what he intended all along given the fact that he was gassed, but it seemed to be the case.FSX: That's all well and good, but what now? I mean...there is no time for me to get in a last burst of training in solitude, and I'm still trapped in this hallway. 'Devil' Voice: You've received all the training that you really needed. The only thing that you needed to do before your match on Saturday was realize that you weren't just fighting for all those around you, but it really meant something to you as well. No matter how it may sound you have to need something yourself to actually get it. FSX: You’re right...who the hell are you really, anyway? I mean, it's almost as if you've been keeping tabs on me specifically for weeks. Why would you want to help me? 'Devil' Voice: Because...you've always been my friend, and given me chances I haven't deserved. I had to pay you back... FSX: Wait...does that mean... Before he could get an answer he felt the walls begin to shake around him, and had a nervous look around. Fallen was well aware by now that this hallway was made in a short period of time, but he wouldn't of imagined that it would collapse with him inside of it. Trying to maintain his balance and remain aware of his surroundings he began to feel as things crumbled around him, before the wall behind him suddenly fell to the ground. As he had his back pressed up to it, Fallen as well found himself tumbling out of the hallway and onto the grass, gasping and quickly returning to his feet as he saw an incredibly poorly built structure tremble before his eyes.FSX: Well...I guess he let me win in the end. How nice of the guy...I hope he's alright. Looking to the broken, splintered remains of the hallways that had confined him for well over a day he could only hope....only wish that the man that confined him there had not been within it as it fell. Knowing that he had no time to take a more in depth look of the remains of the building without finding himself late for his plane to Mexico however, Fallen had no choice but to hesitate for a single moment and rush away from the wreckage. Feeling quite ashamed of him for a moment, there was a part of him that was well aware the man wasn't in that place. That he was safe...and happy to have done his job well.'Devil': You can do it, Fallen. I really do believe you have what it takes. Walking out from the shadows and taking a good long look to Fallen as he quickly rushed away, he could only smile softly and take a hold of the mask on his head. Quickly pulling it away and dropping it to the floor, the camera slowly zoomed in on it and left the shot there. There will be no answer to who this mysterious man is that assisted Fallen in escaping his schedule and finding himself, and perhaps it's better that way. His identity will simply be left to speculation and wonderment, as the world awaits the event of a lifetime. There is no more time to question if Fallen has what it takes to win the Battle Royale, or if he will be able to do so. It's simply a matter of waiting...it's simply a matter of time.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 14:49:20 GMT -5
Segment: “Curtain Call” Credit: Dan White, ~Aj [For an entire four months he schemed. Everything had transpired according to plan and victory was at hand. However, with one fell swoop of bad luck, his ambitions have come crumbling down. Head hung low and sullenness in every step, he returns to the backstage area a defeated man. He’s been here before, but never has a loss been so hard to swallow. For so long he thought he’d be here in this very moment with the ACW World Title in his clutches. Instead, he will spend the next few days trying to convince himself of the reality of the situation.] ?: Daniel White? [Frustrated, tired and mentally drained, White doesn’t even bother to turn around to see who has requested his identification. Instead, with both hands on his hips he scathes them with a bit of sarcasm.] Dan White: What do you think? Was the100 foot picture of myself with the name “Dan White” next to it on the arena marquee no assistance to you? [An arm holding papers comes from around his back and places itself right in front of his face. Feeling disrespected, Dan swats the papers out of his face and aggressively spins around in an 180 degree motion. However, before he launch a slap of equal disrespect into this person’s face, he is taken aback as his eyes fall upon a badge of law enforcement.] Sherif: You are being served with a restraining order, sir. [His mind still racing a 100 miles an hour after the match, Dan has trouble connecting the dots. Hoping the sherif can help him comprehend what’s going on, Dan asks - ] Dan White: Surprised, much? Chairman Gingerdude: Don't be cocky with me, Mr. White... [The moment Dan hears a tone belonging to that of the Chairman of the Board, his face winces. As if the match’s outcome was not intolerable enough for him, Gingerdude (and most likely Aiden) are now doing all they can to ensure he has a one way ticket to hell.] Ginger: Stalking and harassment are very serious issues, Dan and should not taken lightly. It would appear that our local jurisdiction agrees, doesn’t it? Sherif: Please sign here. [The sherif thrusts the papers onto Dan’s person and hands him a pen from his front shirt pocket. Dan doesn’t resist. He just wants to get this over with so he can retreat into his locker room where peace and quiet will be had. As his eyes search for the dotted line, the sherif begins to inform him of the injunction’s details.] Sherif: You are not to come within 100 feet of Mr. Aiden Joseph or Ms. Anna Sommers. If you violate this - [Dan doesn’t have the patience to hear anymore. It is taking every bit of restraint he has to stop himself from shredding the order into pieces and listening to any more of the sherif’s speech could result in a most regrettable incident.] Dan White *interrupting*: Spare me the details, mate. I'm not bothered. [After scribbling his name onto the document, Dan throws it in the sherif’s direction. Luckily for White, he avoids a ticket for littering as the representative of the law catches it before the document can cascade onto the floor. Believing he is finally free of this situation, Dan begins to walk away; he thought wrong.] Aiden Joseph: Pardon me, sherif. As a youth I always did have trouble with my measurements - [Forced to turn around yet again, Dan does so with great hesitance. Just as he expected, there stands Aiden Joseph, who has finally made his return backstage after a lengthy post match celebration. With a simper of delight, Aiden motions to distance from his person to Dan and proclaims - ] Aiden: - but I do believe this is well within 100 feet.[The Island’s finest agrees.] Dan White: You coward! Sherif: You are going to have to move, Mr. White. [The sherif takes Dan by the arm and begins to escort him away. As Aiden watches him his nemesis shrink in the distance, he can’t help but let out a boisterous laugh. In turn, Dan gives him a smirk, similar to the one post-match.] Dan White: You know what? I'm done here. I don't particularly give two shits about your restraining order, Aiden. I didn't particularly care that I nearly killed your unborn baby, that I freaked you out with my little charade....all I wanted is to make sure you were visibly shaken, and my job has been done. Over. Fini. Aiden: Does this mean we are breaking up now, “honey?” [The moment Dan turns the corner and vanishes from sight, Aiden can’t help feel but feel all the stress that has built up inside him during the last four months leave his body. Never before has the phrase “out of sight, out of mind” had truer meaning for him.] Aiden: Tootles! [As he waves goodbye to Dan, Aiden feels a hand lay itself upon his shoulder. He needs not turn; he knows to whom it belongs. If there is any one else as jubilant as Aiden right now, it would Gingerdude. Tonight he will sleep much better knowing his daughter is now out of harms way.] Ginger: That went according to plan, now didn’t it? Aiden: Indeed. [Pause] Hey, you want to go out for dinner tonight? Ginger: Most certainly. Italian? Aiden: I was thinking Thai. Ginger: I’ll compromise on that. Come lad, we’ll make reservations from my office. [FADE]
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