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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 15:53:28 GMT -5
- ELIMINATION - FALLEN SOULS via THE SENATOR - FALLEN HEROES RUMBLE 2008 WINNER - ”SENATOR” STEVE PHILLIPS It takes a few moments for either man to come back to their senses.
FSX knows the outcome in the pit of his gut before he opens his eyes and sees the crowd’s reaction, the replays on the big screen, and hears the strident, triumphant chords of “Hail to the Chief” filling the air. RAF appears in his line of sight, and checks for any obvious concussion or other injury as Fallen Souls sits up. He feels empty… he was so, so close, and to fail at the final hurdle, to be the last Fallen Hero… it is a very bitter pill to take.
Such bitterness can poison a man and wither him. A lesser man, perhaps.
But even as he sees the Senator being asked to count RAF’s fingers, FSX stands up, slowly, and approaches the victor. The Senator has been through tough times, but this has to be among the toughest; his knee will barely support him, and RAF gestures for a couple of his team to shadow Philips in case he requires assistance.
FSX holds out his hand, as he did approximately seven minutes ago. The Senator looks at it, and draws himself up to a standing position before looking Fallen in the face. He’s not previously been in such a position, but he’s been around more than long enough to know how galling it must feel.
The Senator takes FSX’s hand; FSX can feel that it is shaking, slightly, which takes him aback a little. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes just why the Senator’s drive was so strong, and it is a reason he can certainly empathise with.
The Senator smiles a little, and says something which the camera mics don’t pick up. It’s not important; what is important is that both men, at least for that moment, share something which is beyond words – mutual respect.
Whether that will endure is to be seen, but FSX has earned his standing ovation as he steps away from the ring and makes his way to the back. As he goes, the Senator re-enters the ring and savours the moment; they do say that the first step on any journey is the hardest…
One thing is for sure; the road ahead is long, and only time will tell how well the Senator will stay the course. But for now, celebration is the order of the day…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 15:54:24 GMT -5
Segment: Yeah, You Were Right All Along (Credit: Flamingo)
The scene opens up to the Flamingo locker room just moments after the battle royal ended and a sullen, defeated Adrian laid against a wall. Soaked in his own sweat, his chest pounded up and down rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath again. Mickey sat on the opposite end of the room quietly, trying to let Adrian have his space to think. Every defeat was caused by something, whether it be negligence, a lack of preparation, or simply not scouting his opponent well enough, there was always an explanation. None of that “he was the better man” bullshit. None of that “it was his night” nonsense. This was Adrian's promotion, Adrian's world. There was no one in this locker room that was better than him, there was no one who had more heart or more desire than him, and if he lost a match that meant he dropped the ball.
Mickey Flamingo: C'mon Addie, don't take it so hard...
Adrian closed his eyes and focused on the one thing that had made him sane these past few months – his ticks. They were loud now, louder than they had ever been. He almost wanted to look up and see if Mickey could hear them too, but that would've been silly. It was odd lately. In fact, ever since he lost the challenge to BK, his ticks were practically pounding. What used to lull him to sleep now kept him awake at all hours of the night.
Mickey Flamingo: Hell, Addie, yew didn't win Fallen Heroes last year, so it's not like yew even lost anything!
Oh god, his ticks were getting louder now. Adrian moved his fingers to his temples and tried to rub them to see if he could somehow will his ticks to quieten down. No dice.
Mickey Flamingo: Hell, we finish up our business with BK at the next big show, and then we can concintrate our efferts on Emperor of the Ring! Yew were one of the favurites to win last year, yew could do it again!
Adrian could feel pressure building up in his skull, was he having a stroke? Adrian clutched both sides of his head and brought his knees up to his chest. His ticks were slowly down now, but were getting even louder in exchange. With each tick it sounded like someone shot off a civil war cannon in Adrian's skull.
Mickey Flamingo: Addie, yew okay?
The aftershocks of each tick was almost as bad as the tick itself. The reverbs bounced around Adrian's head like a bad game of Pong hitting every nerve it could on the way out of his ears. His ear felt wet... was he bleeding?
Mickey stood up from his seat and walked across the room to see if his nephew was fine.
Mickey Flamingo: Addie?
TICK......... TICK..... TICK..... boom.
Something snapped. The proverbial light bulb had been flicked on. Adrian could see clearly now, and all he could see was red.
Adrian grabbed the closest thing to him, a crowbar, and whipped it over Mickey's head into the full length mirror on the other side of the room. Mickey immediately hit the ground and covered his head in fear that whatever Adrian threw next was going to come back at him. Mickey was right to duck, because Adrian flipped over, tossed, threw, kicked in, and destroyed practically everything else in that locker room. The ACW cameramen must've heard the commotion as they rushed in just in time to see Adrian pick up the crowbar he had tossed earlier and held it over Mickey's head. Adrian slowly looked up from his cowering uncle and stared into the camera.
Adrian Flamingo: I've got nothing, ACW, NOTHING! I've worked my whole life to get to this point and I've got nothing to show for it! I'm considered one of your big names, but where are my title shots? Where are my opportunities?! Do you wanna know why I'm not getting anywhere, ACW? I'm wasting my fucking time on BK London! I'm fucking irrelevant now because I can't finish the goddamn job! Do you know how much it kills me that I'm irrelevant now? Irrelevant is for guys like the Senator who wastes his fucking time in his clubhouse with his yes-men! Irrelevant is for guys like Thunderkiss who spends more time playing “celebrity” than working! Irrelevant is for all the people who retire and come back to an undeserved title shot! I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE FUCKING IRRELEVANT!
Adrian side armed his crowbar at the cameraman, hitting him in the gut in the process which sent the him down to the ground. Adrian stomped over to wear the groaning cameraman had dropped his equipment before running off like a wounded animal. After picking up the camera and aiming it at the disaster he created, Adrian pointed it at himself.
Adrian Flamingo: I'm the fucking top of this company and I've been getting disrespected every week! ACW, you turned your back on me... not the other way around. Before you came back, BK, I was on a straight shot at the top and the title I've deserved for months. Ever since you came back, I've been spinning my wheels in the mud, so it seems like the only way I can move on in my career is to put you out again, BK. No more games, BK, no more ticking or strategies or anything else. Now, I just come at you the same way I did in the beginning. I just threw a crowbar full force at a man I don't even know, but I hope his name was Lou... imagine what I do to you. This is not a game, I do NOT play! Somebody's gonna die, BK.
Adrian threw the camera down and the feed died.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 15:54:40 GMT -5
Segment: "Second to None?" Credit: ~Aj, Sarin [Ready to call it a night, Aiden Joseph has his bags packed and his limousine warmed up. However, before he can hit the highway, he has taken a slight detour at the Chairman’s request. Believing it has been far too long since the audience has had a heart to heart with the World Champion, Ginger has scheduled Aiden for a sit down with Charlotte King; a commitment Aiden would rather not keep. However, in the interest in keeping peace in the family, Aiden arrives on time and opens himself up for questioning. In just a matter of a few minutes, he’ll have wished he had gone with his heart instead.] Charlotte King: Aiden, with each passing title defense discussion about whether or not you are the best of all time intensifies. Aiden Joseph *interrupting*: There is discussion about this? Charlotte: Indeed. Quite a lot actually. Aiden: Why? Charlotte: Well, your performances as of late have been rather dominating. Aiden: Well I know that silly. I mean, why is there even discussion? It should be clearly evident by now that I am. This just proves my point that this industry’s critics should be in front of a janitor’s broom instead of a word processor. Charlotte: Do you feel that anyone on the current roster poses a challenge to you, Aiden? Aiden: The brutal truth, no. This is one of the reasons why my interests are now lie outside of wrestling; I have become bored. It just comes too easy, my dear. Charlotte: How about from the past? Is there anyone from the yesteryear you think would have given you a run for your money? Aiden: Sweetheart, what part of “best ever” did you not comprehend? I wouldn’t proclaim myself as the best ever if I truly didn’t believe it. Past, present or future, Aiden Bryce Joseph is second to none. Charlotte: Even better than Yoko Satoshi? Aiden: Who? [Charlotte’s eyes almost roll if disbelief but professionalism gets the best of her. She says the name again, this time speaking much slower and putting emphasis on its two halves.] Charlotte: Yoko. Satoshi. Aiden: Oh yes, silly me! The little Asian girl in a dress. I had almost forgotten about her. While her power certainly did match her minuscule frame, I do believe I would have come out the victor, easily. Ms. Satoshi was suited for the tag division, in my humble opinion. That tag team of hers [pause], I can’t remember the name of it for goodness sakes. [Aiden’s rant comes to a halt as he struggles to remember the name of Yoko’s tag team. More than willing to help, Charlotte opens her mouth to provide him the answer, but before she blurts out the four syllables, someone beats her too it.] ?: Flower Power. Aiden: Oh yes, Flower Power. They certainly had chemistry, did they not? Yoko and her spunky little friend, um ... [Again Aiden’s mind draws a blank. Just as before, a mysterious voice from afar provides him with the correct answer.] ?: Sarin. Aiden: Oh yes Sarin. Hey ... waitaminute. [Finally realizing that someone has intruded upon his interview, Aiden jerks his head to his left where his eyes rest upon the image of someone who takes great interest in this conversation, Sarin Rossi, held aloft by the combined strength of Cesare and Lucrezia after her horrible ordeal tonight.] Aiden: Oh! Well, hello there! Say, aren’t you - Sarin: I am. Aiden: Pardon my absentmindedness, my dear. I do not believe we have been formally introduced, my name is - Sarin: Thunderkiss. [The sound of Sarin speaking his old moniker almost causes his ears to bleed in repulsion. As he stands there looking as if he is on the verge of a mental break down, Sarin reaches out and shakes his hand; a task that quickly turns into a one person effort.] Aiden: I would appreciate it greatly if you called me by my proper name, Aiden Joseph. Sarin: Whatever you say, Adam. Aiden: That's Aiden!Sarin: That's what I said, Adrian. You see what I'm doing here? I refuse to acknowledge your proper name because I enjoy knocking egotistical bastards down a peg or two. You come in here and walk around like your shit doesn't stink? Well guess what, Adrienne? This is my house. I'm the beast that the entire Senatorial Stable has nightmares about. You see, in the end, you're just the court jester. I'm the Queen. You get me mad, what do you think I'm going to do to you? And Ms. Adriana... [Sarin pauses for a moment and leans into him; her heaving chest just inches away from his own.] Sarin: You are no Yoko Satoshi. [Upon finishing, Sarin takes a step back and shoots a graceful smile in Charlotte’s direction. This goes virtually unnoticed, for everyone watching in the arena and at home are focusing in on Aiden’s reaction. Interesting enough, he stands there stone faced, displaying no emotion whatsoever.] Sarin: Nice seeing you, Charlotte! [Lucrezia makes for Charlotte's exposed neck. Cesare drags her off.] Lucrezia: But I want a snack! Cesare: Not now, dear...there'll be fresh blood at the hospital... [Charlotte watches Sarin carried off by a bemused Cesare and Lucrezia. The second she is out of sight, Charlotte refocuses her attention back onto Aiden.] Charlotte: Aiden, your response? Aiden: No comment. This interview is over. [Pushing the microphone down and away from his body, Aiden storms off the set. Charlotte can’t help but look on in bewilderment, feeling as if there is much more to this situation that meets the eye. Wherever there is a story to be told, Charlotte King will not be far behind and her instincts tell her to keep a prying eye on both parties over the course of the next few weeks.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 15:57:02 GMT -5
Closing Segment: "A Reveal-ation" (Credit: The Revolutionary/Rattlesnake)
The Battle Royal is over. The winner has their title shot...and it's not the surprise entrant The Revolutionary. His entire time in the match, everyone despised him. When Fallen Souls eliminated him in the final 5, everyone was happy. But one thing still remains, just who is he?
Having just witnessed Flamingo’s countdown expiring, and what could be the start of a fascinating duel between Sarin Rossi and Aiden Joseph, the crowd starts to leave their seats thinking that the show is over. "Back in Black" airs throughout the arena and this prompts many people to return. The Revolutionary appears on the stage and walks to the ring. As he gets in, he leans against the ropes. Many boos get thrown at him.
"Say what you will, it matters not to me. What does matter is the impressive performance I demonstrated to you all tonight. I started 14th in your little match and made it to the final 5. I even took threw 2 people over the top rope. I'm upset that I didn't win, but all in all, you have to admit that it was a stellar performance. I did better in my first one. I did do better than Rattlesnake did last year."
The very mention of his name was like a cue. Rattlesnake appears on the AlphaTron to the cheers from the fans.
Rattlesnake: I can't believe you did that tonight. After all the shit you've put me through, you had to go and do that?
"I felt it was necessary."
Rattlesnake: You put a forklift against my locker room door!
"You needed some time to yourself to think about what you had done after I kicked your ass again for the...let's see...how many times does this make now?"
Rattlesnake: Very funny. I ought to kick your ass right now.
"Why don't you do it?"
Rattlesnake: You see what you did to my leg?
The camera pans down on Rattlesnake's leg, heavily bandaged with a little blood dripping to the floor.
Rattlesnake: I can't fucking walk on it right now!
"That's not my fault."
The camera pans in on Rattlesnake's face.
Rattlesnake: What do you mean it's not your fault!? You cut my leg up! I've got 12 stitches in it!
"You got in my business. I did what I had to do to stop that. You only received the consequences of your actions."
By now the crowd grows restless. They want to know just who The Revolutionary really is.
Rattlesnake: When I find out who you are, I'm going to wring your fucking neck. I'm going to make you wish you had never put your hands on me.
"Oh, that's right. That's why I came out here. I said I'd reveal my identity to everyone at Fallen Heroes. Do you really wish to know who has been doing this to you all this time? Why don't you come unmask me like you did on Warfare?"
Rattlesnake: I already told you that I can't fucking walk! Just get it over with already. You're starting to make everyone fall asleep.
"Good. And now for everyone in attendance tonight and for all of you watching at home. You best be prepared for this."
The Revolutionary pulls off the Guy Fawkes mask to reveal himself. A gasp rushes through the crowd. They see a person that they never expected to see. The camera crew switches the cameras to get a view of just who it is.
Rattlesnake: I don't believe it!
The scene fades out….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 15:57:36 GMT -5
Or so you would think. Can't leave you hanging like that.
"Yes, it's me."
The Revolutionary is seen to be none other than Rattlesnake himself.
Rattlesnake: Surprise, fuckers.
The crowd seems confused. Half of them cheer while the other half boos him.
Rattlesnake/The Revolutionary: I can see the surprise in all of your eyes.
Rattlesnake smirks as his image dissolves from the AlphaTron.
Rattlesnake: You all thought that "The Revolutionary" was going to be some that hated Rattlesnake. All of the rumors pointed to other people. As you saw in the Battle Royale, all of the possibilities dwindled. Suddenly, you couldn't figure out who it really was. That's what I was counting on.
Rattlesnake looks around at all of the fans.
Rattlesnake: Now you see that my "retirement" was nothing more than a farce. I fooled each and every one of you. I did that for two reasons.
All of the fans, minus the smarks, boo Rattlesnake.
Rattlesnake: Reason number one...I wasn't lying about ACW crying for a revolution. It craves it. It needs it. The only person that can truly bring on a revival here is me. The second reason...well...it was to see how this would be perceived. I got a friend to portray the attacker and injure me. The injuries weren't as severe as you might think. But the fact remains that this was all a calculated plan made for my benefit. It's something I intended to do ever since I was thrown into that pit of snakes at Ragnarok.
The fans cheer at that.
Rattlesnake: Go ahead. Enjoy that moment. But the moment I'll remember is when I exact my revenge for that. Aiden Joseph, you made a serious mistake those months ago. You pissed off the wrong person. The score is 1-1 and in the midst of this revolution, ties cannot exist. I demand a match with you. It doesn't matter where and it sure as hell doesn't matter when. You accept it and you bring your fucking ass to this ring and I'll give you something to remember.
Rattlesnake inches in on the camera.
Rattlesnake: As for everyone else, your time will come. One by one each of you will become a victim of the revolution. It will not be complete until you all get what's coming to you. Ante up fuckers, for The Revolutionary has come to collect.
"Back in Black" hits as Rattlesnake leaves the ring. He walks by the people surrounding the sides of the ramp, many of them screaming obscenities at him, but he pays no mind. He said what he had to say. As he reaches the stage, he turns around and mouths the words "I'm back" before turning around and leaving through the curtain.
And that really is it; on a night of surprises, the biggest one really was saved for last.
Can Rattlesnake, or The Revolutionary as he is now known, bring about the change he desires?
What does the Road to Omega Effect have in store for the Senator?
Who will he face? Aiden Joseph? Adrian Flamingo? Yoko Satoshi? Even Fallen Souls?
Only time will tell. So get your driving gear on… the road, and the world, is calling.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Dan White on Apr 26, 2008 15:58:34 GMT -5
WHAT THE FUCK
SNAKE
WHAT THE FUCK
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Post by xs3 on Apr 26, 2008 15:59:34 GMT -5
OH NO HE DIDN'T!
Awesome show, though. Kudos to everyone involved, that was great.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Apr 26, 2008 16:00:02 GMT -5
This was such an awesome show.
Congrats to Senny, and big props to FSX.
Wtf at Snake. I feel violated.
Also *Marks for TORAK AND SCOTT ANDREWS!*
Also -- Senator finally did it! And he didn't do it for you! He did it! FOR SENATOOOOOOOOR!
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Post by rosslambert on Apr 26, 2008 16:00:54 GMT -5
WAY TO GO SENATOR, WAY TO GO ME, WAY TO GO X!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 26, 2008 16:01:06 GMT -5
And there you have it. I owe huge thanks to everyone who helped with the show, and the Rumble in particular; I hope you will all be very proud of what we've achieved. Many thanks indeed to you all.
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Post by Lass Sarin on Apr 26, 2008 16:01:22 GMT -5
Srsly, u guys. U guys, srsly. Great show.
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Post by jonnyomega on Apr 26, 2008 16:04:33 GMT -5
So much to mark for in that show.
Torak, Scott Andrews, Jonny Spade (long overdue return), Buddy Siano (lolz), a Yoko appearance and a Senatorial victory.
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Post by jontaylor on Apr 26, 2008 16:12:17 GMT -5
We may as well call it Mod Heroes from now on...>_>
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Post by Jonny Spade on Apr 26, 2008 16:43:29 GMT -5
Im not returning to ACW TV, it was just a one shot deal. >_>
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Post by Fallen Souls on Apr 26, 2008 17:01:41 GMT -5
Ughhhh x.x...so very...very very very very close.........Well....Sennie deserved it, and it was a fantastic show of somewhat surprises! I have nothing to be disappointed about Good stuff, and congratulations to all
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