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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:44:48 GMT -5
Segment: An Accord (Credit: Dan White/Rattlesnake)
We fade in to the segment where Dan White and Rattlesnake are sitting with each other, clearly less than happy at being in each other’s company.
Dan: I can’t believe that twat Gingerdude would be such a stupid idiot and do this to us. Gah, it does my head in.
He looks over, glaring at Snake, who gives a “well it’s not my fault” face.
Rattlesnake: You think I asked to share my locker room with you? He was probably just punishing you for being such a knob to The Senator. I mean, the title match at OE is in jeopardy because of you!
Dan: Like you give a shit about what happens there.
Snake’s silent, but glares at Dan for a second more, before turning and looking at the ground.
Rattlesnake: Look, it’s clear that neither of us want to be in this position. It’s safe to say you don’t like me, and I don’t like you. Right?
Dan: Right. You point?
Rattlesnake: Well let’s look at the big picture. I’m former Emperor of the Ring, a previous International Champion, and you’re not bad yourself.
Dan’s eyebrows raise
Rattlesnake: But you always wanted the tag titles, didn’t you? But you were never able to win them. How many shots did you have? Must be quite a few.
Dan: …yes…
Rattlesnake: Well who exactly were your tag partners? Surion...Jonny Spade...Hunter.
Rattlesnake chortles at him mentioning Hunter.
Dan: I know that, but what’s your point?
Rattlesnake: …Are you really that thickheaded? This is clearly your best chance at ever winning the Tag Titles. So here is the deal. You and I both ignore whatever we think of each other, and we go into that tournament, and we take the gold. And if it fails, we don't have deal with the team anymore.
Dan ponders for a second, but looks confident with his decision.
Dan: …Ok, go for it. Would give me something to do next month anyways.
Rattlesnake: Perfect.
Dan: Yeah, we need a name though…something that captures our personality.
Rattlesnake: …Whitesnake?
Bad-um tsh!
Dan: Haha. No. They make shit music.
Rattlesnake: Well what were you going to think of?
Dan: Queen Cobra sounds good. A cobra is a snake, and Queen are my favourite band.
Rattlesnake: Yeah but dude…Queen Cobra sounds like a top-dollar dominatrix. Not that I know about that.
Rattlesnake looks around nervously as Dan shakes his head at that.
Dan: …Whitesnake it is.
Snake smirks as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:45:09 GMT -5
The Day Of Truth Part 2: The Water Cooler With BK London Credit: Jake Cheng/BK London Another show, another episode of the Water Cooler. The ring is all set up for the show. There is the desk on the right side of the ring and a couch on the left. In between sits the water cooler with a cup holster on each side. And there is also a new addition to the set: a sleek plasma TV hung directly above the water cooler, which now displays the Water Cooler show logo. Wait, there can’t be a talk show without a host. Ah right, there is also The Quadrinity Jake Cheng in the ring too. Can’t believe I almost forgot him… Jake: Hello ACW! ”Hello Brooklyn” by Jay-Z hits and BK London comes out to a massive pop from the French crowd. Jerome Carter follows behind and the pair walks down to the ring. When they get into the ring Jake shakes Jeromes hand amd , although reluctant, shakes BK’s hand also. Jake: London. How have you been? Last time I saw you was... BK London: - The night you lost your title. Jake winces at the cheap shot thrown by the now smiling BK London Jake: Touché. So my first question tonight is actually for your nephew here. Jerome, what happened to possibly the biggest up and comer in the wrestling industry, D'shaun Williams? Jerome Carter: Ah, D'shaun Williams... BK London: Your cousin right? Jerome Carter: Yes, my young cousin who decided to break into the wrestling business before he finished puberty. You know, it's funny, the last time I heard from him - he wasn't too happy with me getting that developmental spot in ACW. Why you ask? BK London: Who asked? Jerome Carter: No one, but now that you mention it. Before he joined Lion's Road he wanted to compete for ACW, but he was too young. But now that he's finally 18 and unemployed, he thought this would be a perfect opportunity to join. But I managed to get to the developmental class before him, so now he's going to have to wait until there are tryouts again. So that means about 4 more months working behind the counter at McDonalds. BK London: Poor guy. Jake: True. He had talent too. So my next question is back to my former tag partner. You have been face-to-face with Adrian Flamingo for about...well, too long. Aren't you sick of Adrian Flamingo? BK London: Yes. Jake: That it? BK London: Yup. Jake: Man, I thought I was the only one sick of him. Good to see we agree on something. BK London cracks a smile as Jake plays it off like nothing funny was said. Typical. After shuffling through some cards, Jake finally finds what he was looking for. Jake: Alright next question for London. You are ACW’s most accomplished superstar in terms of Championship gold. In fact, you’ve done it all. What do you do next? BK London: You really know how to pick the questions, don't you Nancy Grace? What do I see for myself in the future? One thing, and that's being the best. That means more World Championship reigns, more show stealing matches, more wins, everything that it takes to continue to still be great in ACW. And when it's all over, when it's all said and done. When people ask "Who was the best wrestler to walk through ACW?", I want them to say - without a shadow of a doubt - BK London. Jake: More gold eh? Didn’t see that one coming. BK London: Oh, and to correct you, I'm not ACW's most accomplished superstar in terms of championship gold - I'm ACW's most accomplished star, period. Jake:...alright. So if you want more gold, how about you and me for the tag team titles? BK London: Hmm, we are former tag team champions. And both former World Champions. Hell, we've been more successful apart than as a tag team. Both of us together would be damn near unstoppable if we entered the tournament as a tag team. But, you know, I'm doing this thing with Adrian Flamingo. So I'm going to have to reject your offer, thanks anyway. Jake: Offer? What offer? Don’t get ahead of yourself London. You were always a pompous ass. BK London: And you were- Jake presses a button on his handy-dandy switchboard and BK’s microphone is cut off. He continues to try to talk but it is no use; Jake just smiles and continues the show. Jake: Well, that’s all the time we have for this week. Next week, we’ll be in Bologna, Italy and I’ll sit down one on one with my rival and girlfriend’s brother, Nick Durden. Until then, stay classy ACW. Jake hits another button and the camera does its signature draw back and up to get a full view of the ring. BK London is standing up arms out stretched, trying to get his hands around Jake’s throat. Jerome Carter is holding BK back and Jake simply organizes his cards as we fade out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:48:52 GMT -5
Segment: Lesson Two (Credit: AK)
This is the beginning of my story, in my words. The story of how a man became something more than he imagined himself to be.
The first step took about three months – or about ten minutes, depending on how you look at it. There was a lot of training, physical exercises, practice regimes. An awful lot of people in the business I want to enter try to take that step, but fail; for me, it was easy. It was not all that different to how I’d spent the last six years or so, after all.
A few, those talented, persistent few, make the “leap” across the divide and they’re in, members of a dysfunctional fraternity. I was sure I was going to make it too, I was doing everything right, everything I was asked for – but unbeknownst to me, the first step was actually a heavy and unexpected plunge into something much, much deeper, courtesy of two gentlemen of coarse manners and a dark alleyway. I was less than certain that taking them up on their offer was the right course of action… but I chose it nonetheless. There was a valuable honesty in their dishonesty, as strange as that may sound.
The second step was painful, in every sense of the word. For nearly a month, I spent several hours a day having every movement and every breath scrutinized, the tiniest flaw picked at. I got angry, and when we eventually faced one another in the ring, I wanted nothing more than to show my tormentors what I was really made of. I knew I was quick, and I knew by this time that I was strong. They were going to get the payback they so richly deserved, and I would walk out of there triumphant and ready for anything…
In fact, I wasn’t ready in the slightest. The ones I did hit simply smirked in my face; and as for her… nothing. I couldn’t so much as make contact with her until it was on her terms – usually a kick which laid me out for several minutes on the uncaring canvas.
Pride kept me going for six days, seven nights, until finally I was ready to give in. My voice was weak and bitter.
“You’re not even giving me a chance…”
I didn’t expect pity, or even acknowledgement. I just wanted to get out of there-
”You’re right, I’m not. Why do you think that is, Kai?
Part of me was past caring… but not all of me. Thank the heavens, a part of me was still fighting, even if I didn’t realize it. I know now, that’s the part which wins matches, and titles, and makes all the difference.
“…….because that’s how things are. How things must be.”
I’m not even sure if I consciously decided to say those words; they just seemed to come unbidden. But I felt their meaning acutely; what good would “going easy” on me have done?
Either I did this, properly, with no allowances, and no breaks, or I got out before I really got hurt.
I sincerely apologise for the cliché…. But I’m not the type of man to back down.
So we began again… and that is when things at last began to become clear. But I had one more step yet to take. And it was harder still.
But that is a tale for another time…..
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:51:04 GMT -5
Segment: RDK INVITATION ENTERTAINMENT TOURNAMENT ROUND TWO: CYCLING. (Credit: Thunder Train and Showtime)
Day two of the RDKIET set in Paris, France. Often called the City of Love, Paris is one of the most romantic places in the world. However, today will be a little different, as two men try to best each other in competition. Today, cycling. Being in France it would only be fair to have a mini Tour de France. We begin outside a restaurant, where Showtime stands. He has a bicycle next to him and looks angrily into the restaurant.
Showtime: Dayum! Come on dawg! I ain't got all day! Lets get this on and poppin'!
Thunder Train *With mouth full*: Hold on a minute. I'm eating!
Showtime: You're always eating! Hurry up and get yo' fat ass out here so I can beat you!!
Train stumbles out of the restaurant with some food in his hands. He gobbles it all up and walks next to Showtime.
Train: I already kicked your ass in soccer and I'll do it again here.
Showtime: Whatever dawg...
Just then someone rolls a bike up next to Train and a crowd starts to form along the sides of the street. An announcer appears from what seems to be nowhere and starts reading the rules.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to round two of the RDK International Entertainment Tournament!
*Crowd cheers*
Announcer: Today's competition will be as easy as the last one! Both men must travel 1 mile this block and return here. The first one to do it will be declared the winner!
Showtime: Haha, this one's all about speed. I got this in the bag.
Train: Yeah right, THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!
Announcer: Gentlemen, please get on your bicycles!
Both men get on the bikes and get ready to take off.
Announcer: On your marks....get set.....GO!
Showtime blazes out with vigorous speed going half way down the street in a matter of seconds. Train on the other hand, slowly starts to go and as he makes his way down the street he feels himself getting lower and lower to the ground. The bike beneath him is starting to break. The tires pop and he just kinda skids down the rest of the street. He gets off the bike, picks it up and tosses it into the crowd.
Train: WHAT THE HELL! THE BIKE BROKE! I CAN'T RIDE IT!
Showtime *From down the street*: Catch you later.. BEEOOOOOTCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...*fades*
Announcer: Ooooo, I'm so sorry. The MMRDKR says that substitute bicycles are not allowed. You are going to have to run the rest of the mile...
Train: RUN!?!?!?! THE TRAIN DOESN'T RUN!
Announcer: I'm sorry, but there is no other way--
Train: GAHHHHHHHH!!!
Train starts sprinting from where he is to try and catch up to Showtime, who's already 3/4 of a mile away. Train runs for about 30 seconds before he starts to slow down. He slowly jogs and after 6 minutes hes a 1/4 of the way there. Showtime however, has already finished the lap and to a chorus of cheers from the surrounding people, raises his bike up in victory. Everyone waits for Train to appear from around the corner but after 10...15 minutes, nothing has happened.
Announcer: Oh dear...maybe he's dead...we should send an ambulance.
Showtime: Nah....lets make his ass walk.
Announcer:...alright....
Another 15 minutes go by and Train finally turns the corner running to the finish line, drenched in sweat. It looks like he is running in slow motion like the movies, but he is really going that slow. Another 2 minutes go by before he can reach the finish line. He passes it then collapses onto the street below him.
Train *Out of breath*: Showtime....you....rig...bike.......
Showtime: No, dawg. You're so fat you broke yours.
Train: I'll...get...my...revenge...on you.......ugh.
Train passes out from exhaustion as Showtime continues to celebrate his hard fought win. The crowd totally ignores Train and hoists Showtime up and parades with him down the street.
Showtime: LANCE ARMSTRONG AIN'T GOT SHIT ON ME!
RDKIET Standings:
Train: 1 Point Showtime: 1 Point
Next Competition: Sandwich Eating Contest in Bologna, Italy
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:51:29 GMT -5
Match 3: Revenge For Getting Kicked Out Of The Raj Even Though He Kind Of Didn't Do Much Of Anything Match Jay Zero vs. Dan White
Match Start:
If the name of this match has the fans intriugued, such thoughts are rapidly overtaken once the arena has been treated to fine entrances from both competitors. Zero and White come out fighting in every sense of the word – Dan is perhaps a fraction quicker and thus controls the first minute or so with his fearsome strikes, but he can’t break Zero’s spirit down and his foe breaks back into the match with a powerful rendition of the Head Butt (three jabs, knee to gut, facebuster to groin). The move sets up the first pin, and serves to anger White; never a situation one would seek deliberately. Zero has to once again get defensive as Dan drives him around the ring, and the pressure takes its toll when Zero mis-times a duck and gets a boot to the face. He sprawls on his back, and as he gets back up, Dan unleashes a series of Dragon Attacks (Dragon Screw). Jay’s offence is heavily dependant on his mobility, and he finds himself unable to dodge a vicious elbow smash. Dazed, he is vulnerable and Dan exploits this with the Rock It (Top Rope Hurricanrana). A pin follows, and gets a solid 2 before Zero kicks out.
Match Mid-point
With both men having taken a few solid hits, the pace slows a little as they try and second-guess one another. Tentative strikes are exchanged with some circling; at one point Zero tries to mix things up with an armbar, but Dan knows the move all too well, even if his “White” persona has no use for submission or similar weardown techniques. He slips free and his inner hooligan will not be put off any longer; he lets fly with a barrage of kicks and forearm blows and Zero falls back to the corner – only to suddenly turn this around into an attack of his own, leaping to the middle ropes and then using these to launch upward and smack White with a Guillotine Kick. Dan staggers, and Zero bounces right back to the turnbuckle, positioning himself perfectly to launch into his multiple rotation headscissors. The move looks spectacular and causes a huge roar from the crowd; Zero throws himself into the cover, 1…2….- no! Lesser mortals would be floored, but not the Welsh Dragon, and he glares needles at Zero as the pair pick themselves up.
Match End
About two minutes of tense back-and-forth battling ensues; the strikes fly thick and fast, and Dan’s greater physical power gradually starts to give him an edge. Wanting to finish things off, he throws Zero into the ropes and jumps into the Dragonzuri; Zero staggers, and Dan wallops him again with the Machines (Scissor Kick). The crowd gets noisy, and Dan signals the Stunt Bomb; he elevates Zero – but that’s when his opponent reacts, swinging up his knees and hitting Dan’s chin. Dan is caught out, and Zero flips over, showing his agility by landing on his feet right in front of his foe; he gambles, and uses all his strength to nail his Zero Darkness (Death Valley Driver) before Dan can recover. Zero drops into the pin and hooks the leg, and Dan’s kickout comes just the wrong side of 3, giving Zero the victory.
Winner: Jay Zero
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:52:24 GMT -5
Segment: Doin’ Alright -1.2- (Credit: Dan White)
We fade in to a darkened room, and already the setting is familiar to one we saw the other week. A spotlight shines across the room, and we notice a number of discarded paintings, old art of the renaissance, and in the centre of the room sits a man on a chair, hiding himself away from the camera. He turns around, revealing himself to be Dan White! Oh what scandal. But then again you knew it was going to be Dan White because the credits have it as Dan White. Yup…
Dan: Well well well, looks like Mr. Philips is incapacitated. Such a shame that that fellow won’t be able to travel to his dainty little World Championship match at Omega Effect. Instead of having the crowd raise the roof at Madison Square Garden, he’ll be watching Matlock on a small TV in the corner, constantly pressing a broken nurse machine whilst screaming in immense agony.
He smirks a little.
Dan: Heheh….I remember back with the…Entourage…
He grimaces with the mention of the name.
Dan: …when we barged in on your little concussion and annoyed the living daylights out of you. I would like to think though that those days are beyond me. I’ve grown up, I can handle things for myself, and I don’t need to shield my dwindling career behind some group of lackeys that enable you to act the role of god. You’re just a mis-guided politician at the end of the day, Senator. I don’t particularly care about politics, but I’m Rambo to your Communist Russia.
He pauses, looking at his hand and curling it into a fist. He looks back up at the camera.
Dan: As you see around me, Steve, I’m surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of paintings and art sculptures. In this location of Paris, the heart of European culture, it’s fitting to be able to place a commentary on your career. You see, like these artistic products around me, they were once admired by many, inspiring others to become artists themselves, and to aspire and prosper into what others have before them.
Dramatic pause.
Dan: Your career is much like this, Senator. Like these paintings and sculptures, you were once admired and praised for your uniqueness, your awe-inspiring performances and you were able to bring the crowd surging to see you. But like these paintings and sculptures, you serve no purpose anymore. People made bigger and better things, wrestlers became more skilful and talented. They raised the bar.
Dan smirks again.
Dan: And like these paintings, Steve, it won’t be long until you’re left in the cold, a forgotten piece of history. And that, my friend, is nothing but the right touch…
Dan smirks again, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:52:49 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 5: Senatorial Vendetta Terminated
(Credit: Scott Andrews/Senator)
After running in to Jon Taylor earlier on, Scott is adamant to fix his situation with Senator; they have too much history to throw it all away. And after Jessie advised her man to face his problem head on, Scott realised that that was indeed the right thing to do. He could have continued to rag on the stable, further fuelling his own ego and reassuring his false views, but instead Scott took the moral route for he knows deep down that it is the only way to get it off his conscious.
Scott is still on his journey through the hallways, walking past the catering area and into another corridor. A gold plaque on a locker room door catches his eye and his natural instinct is to investigate. As he approaches the door he is able to make out the words “Senatorial Stable”. Bingo.
He knocks on the door and waits patiently until Fitsharris opens it with a surprised look on his face.
Fitsharris: Steve! The Scarlet Cry Baby is here!
Scott rolls his eyes.
Scott: Can I talk to Steve please?
Fitsharris: You’ll have to go through me first.
Senator: Cut it out, Kevin.
Andrews pushes past Fitsharris, turning around to see the source of the voice, only to see a bedridden Steve Phillips on his plasma screen television, broadcasting a videoconference from his recovery facility.
Scott: Hi, Steve.
Senator: Are you here to insult my leadership?
Scott: Look, Steve, I’m sorry about what I said a week ago about you. Some of the things I said were totally out of line. I’m not here to contradict myself because I still believe I was overlooked while I was in the stable, I’m just sorry I bad mouthed you personally. Why did you guys seem to never include me in stable matters, or give me nothing but a pat on the back when I achieved great things? I just never understood. I went through that time thinking “Someday...someday they’ll give something back to me”, but it never came.
Senator: Did you ever notice how distant you were from the group?
Scott looks intrigued at what is about to come out of Senators mouth.
Senator: You were always on your own, doing your own thing. My ideal stable consists of men who fight for the group no matter what, leaving greed at the door and bringing sacrifice instead. You are a great wrestler, Scott, one of the most technically sound and efficient men in the ring. I was always proud of you even if I did not outwardly show it.
Something went off in Scott’s head. He knew Senator was speaking the truth; and sometimes the truth hurts.
Scott: I never looked at it like that I guess. I’ve just been keeping everything bottled up y’know? It just built up and built up until I just unleashed when I didn’t win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal and you did. I think I was just using that as an excuse because I was so disappointed in myself.
Senator: You do not have to explain yourself to me Scott. I can understand your situation. It’s frustrating when things don’t go your way, and I know you have a quick temper, but you must try and control your anger. Use it to your advantage in the ring instead of a pity way to make yourself feel better. You have all the talent in the world; you just need to grasp it.
Scott: Damn you and your wisdom.
The two smile and Scott extends his hand.
Scott: So are we cool?
Senator accepts the shake.
Senator: I suppose we are.
Scott: So I’ll see you in the ring?
Senator: I am afraid not...after that attack from Dan White my leg is near useless in a wrestling match. You can face Fitsharris if you’d like?
Scott: Nowhere near a worthy replacement –
Fitsharris: Hey!
Scott: – but I suppose it means we can possibly go one on one later sometime once you’ve healed. Maybe then I can show you how good I really am?
Senator: That would certainly be a contest worth getting my leg in shape for.
Scott: Excellent. Well, I guess I’ll be seeing that monkey in the ring then aye?
Fitsharris: You shut your mouth, Andrews!
Scott shakes his head.
Scott: Pssh. You know you’re gonna lose, Kevin. Just bring your A game. I don’t want a boring squash match alright?
Fitsharris: Grrr...
Senator: Well, even forgoing the admittingly awkward situation, it was nice to see you, Scott.
Scott: You too. I’ll see you round then I guess?
Senator: Most likely. Goodbye.
Scott: See ya’ later.
Scott turns and walks away with a weight off his shoulders. His anger and frustration often blurs his vision; one of his most deterring qualities. It’s people like Steve Phillips who keep him on track and for that Scott couldn’t be more thankful. With a new found clarity, Scott goes off to his locker room to get ready for his contest with Kevin Fitsharris.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:53:55 GMT -5
“Another Glimpse into the Past” Credit: Chris Williams ===================================
The camera opens up to reveal Chris Williams, sitting alone in his apartment. He is sitting in front of a box of pictures on his coffee table. The pictures inside the box appear to be from every aspect of Chris’ past. The camera swivels around Chris and peers in over his shoulder as he begins to thumb through a few of the pictures.
He shuffles through a few of the pictures, before stopping at a particular picture. He pulls it out of the box, and the ACW audience is exposed to another side of Chris’ past that has never been seen before…
Williams: …My mother.
The camera focuses in on the photograph, and the audience sees a pair of very happy parents, and the mother is holding a newborn baby in her arms.
Williams: One of the few pictures I have of my mother. My family has always said I have my mother’s face, and my father’s build. I’m not sure who the attitude comes from….
Williams snickers for a moment, but then his momentary happiness turns to anger as he flicks the photo back into the box.
Williams: She moved out on me and my dad when I was six. She told me she’d come back… she lied. I never knew why.
Williams shuffles through the box again, continuing to relive his past. He quickly glances over the pictures, before pulling out another photo. In the photo is quite clearly a very young Chris Williams and his father. Chris’ father has Chris on one shoulder, and appears to be spinning around in circles. Chris is smiling ear-to-ear in the photo, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Williams: I was eight years old in this picture. My dad had finally gotten into the career he dreamed of—wrestling. It was a very small regional circuit, and he barely made any money from it, but he made the cut for the league. He was so happy then… We were both happy then.
A solitary tear falls down his cheek, and Williams quickly wipes it off with his shirt. He fumbles through more photos, before pulling out a particular photo that is always in the back of Chris’ mind. In the photo, a man is being carried toward an ambulance, strapped into a stretcher. Chris’ voice is shaky, and cracks at points when he talks about the scariest moment of his life.
Williams: It was only his fourth match. In his third match, he had defeated the undercard champion in a non-title fight. The promotion had immediately scheduled a rematch the next week—for the title. They battled back-and-forth the whole night, but my dad didn’t have anything left. The guy he was fighting went to close out the match with his finisher—a Top-rope sit-down piledriver—but my dad’s head was over-exposed. He broke his neck in two places, leaving him temporarily paralyzed.
He spent the next 3-4 months in a hospital, strapped to his bed. If he would have so much as moved the wrong way, he would have been fully paralyzed for the rest of his life.
The hardest part was not being able to see him whenever I wanted. I could only visit him at certain times, and the rest of my time was spent at my grandmother’s house, very much alone.
Chris is unable to look straight into the camera now, and is forced to look away before continuing.
Williams: When my father was released from the hospital, he immediately retired from wrestling. He said it was too dangerous for the family… if he was ever seriously hurt again, he might not be able to work at all, and there would’ve been no way to support the family. He was a fantastic father….
Chris’ voice trails off, as he looks up at a picture hanging on his wall. He is on a tire swing, with his father pushing the tire back and forth. Chris looks down to the ground now, before speaking again.
Williams: I’m sorry, I just… I just can’t do this right now. Can you come back some other time? I just can’t do this right now…I can’t handle it. Come back next week, and I can start talking about my life as a teenager….
Williams leaves the living room, walking into his bedroom and shutting the door to regain his composure.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:54:45 GMT -5
Segment: “It Feels so Wrong, but yet, so Right - Part 2” Credit: Sarin, ~Aj [These days it is not rare to sense foul play in the air when attending an ACW event, but tonight it’s so thick you can cut it with a knife. Earlier this evening, Aiden set into motion a plan to humiliate Sarin yet again, an act that he has become quite familiar with over the past few weeks. With the first part of his scheme complete, it is now time to enact the next step. This part will require a much more hands on approach, and against Anna’s wishes, he has chosen himself to set the bait. Now standing in the ring after another one of his patented grand entrances, he prepares to do exactly that.] Aiden Joseph: I do despise airing my dirty laundry out in front of others to see, but out of concern for my personal safety, I have been given no other choice. At this time I would like to call Sarin down to the ring. [Not one to ignore a challenge, Sarin is more than happy to accommodate Aiden’s request. “Lady” by Lenny Kravitz hits the arena’s sound system and out she walks to a standing ovation. Knowing full well that tonight they are in Sarin’s hometown of Paris, France, Aiden still can’t help but feel disdain for the crowd’s reaction. Now standing before him, Sarin wisely keeps her distance due to skepticism about his objectives.] Aiden: Sarin, it goes without saying that we have had a bit of a misunderstanding over the past few weeks. Sarin Rossi: Misunderstanding? I think not. I understand that you are a complete jackass. Aiden: Please, let’s act civil here. Sarin: Civility is not my problem; it's yours. Aiden: Touche. You know Sarin, I had this long winded speech all planned out, but I can see that my words will fall upon deaf ears. Instead, I believe I’ll just cut right to the chase! I think it’s high time you and I just kiss and make up. [Without so much as asking, Aiden slips both arms around Sarin and embraces her. Not wanting any of this, Sarin tries to push him away and succeeds, but little does she know her actions actually benefit his devious plans. Expecting that she would take this very action, the moment Aiden swung his arms around her he buried his fingertips into both the top and bottom portions of her outfit. As he is now pried from her body, he keeps the fabric within his possession and just as Anna had hoped, it begins to give way. Giving the clothes a tug of his own for good measure, Aiden leaps back and gazes upon a very indecent Ms. Rossi, who is now scrambling to cover up as much as she can.] Aiden: Oh my! Though I have women throw their clothes at me on a regular basis, I have to say this was most unexpected! I hate to be the bearer of bad news my dear, but I’m practically married, and even if I weren’t, I’d never touch a filthy little slut like you. Seriously woman, I think it’s time for a new designer! Your clothes are as cheap as you are! Sarin: ... Aiden: What, no threats? No warnings? I thought I should be afraid of the big, “bad” Sarin Rossi? Not so tough when you don’t have your friends around, are you? I’m looking at that entranceway right now and I don’t see Yoko rushing to save you, nor Rattlesnake for that matter. Care to take a guess why? One couldn’t hack it and the other tucks his “rattler” in between his legs at my very sight! Sarin: ... Aiden: No witty sarcastic comment? Well then, it looks like my work here is done. Oh, one last thing. While your down on your knees, you might as well get used to the view Sarin; you’ll always be looking up at me. [His laughter echos inside her ear, the vibrations of which finally shatter whatever reservations she had about engaging this man. With a look of savage beauty, she steadies her body. Her muscles tense with rage, Sarin’s mind quickly calculates the best and most effective way to release it. Decency be damned, this man needs to be taught a lesson and class in now in session.] Sarin: You brought this on yourself. ~!~CRACK~!~ Aiden: GAHHHHHHHH! [For weeks he had been playing fire; his luck has just run out. Within a fraction of a second, her hand rockets outwards from her body and slashes his face, leaving an inch wide gash above his left eye. The moment he sees red dots splatter onto the canvas near his feet he knows something is terribly wrong.] Aiden: M-M-MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! [His hand rises and clutches the wound. He removes it as quickly as he covers it to assess the damage; his red stained hand tells him all he needs to know.] Aiden: Oh my God, no! ......... YOU BITCH! [His pleas for help are music to her ears. Moments ago Mr. “High and Mighty” was sitting on top of his throne and with one blow, he has been humbled. Sarin stands quite still, face impassive.] Sarin: Get out of my ring. You're bleeding like a stuck pig. [Still in a state of awe, Aiden let’s Sarin’s admonishment wash over him like rain on a freshly waxed car. Every scornful word has gone in one ear and out the other as his primary concern now lies with the trauma he has just suffered. Scrambling out of the ring as fast he can, he sprits off up the stage ramp screaming for assistance.] Aiden: Help! I need an ambulance! Help! [Back in the ring, a very amused Sarin watches on as her current thorn in her side flees her presence. Though he has been “extracted” for now, she knows deep down that she has not seen the last of him, not by a longshot. Still jubilant at tonight’s proceedings, Sarin feels the desire to celebrate with her fans. However, before she can entertain the masses, her body shivers due to a feeling a nearby draft. Though all the mayhem and commotion, Sarin had totally forgotten she currently stands in the ring a half naked woman.] Sarin: Hm, some new clothes are in order! [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:55:18 GMT -5
Segment: Cage’s Thirteen (Credit: Jason Cage) Our scene begins on the Brooklyn Bridge in New York City. It's a dark, cold, night, and in the background we see the famous New York City skyline. The lights of "the city that never sleeps" are bright as people all around the city are partying, drinking, doing drugs, the simple things that many people love to do. Out on the bridge, there are very few cars passing, as it is late in the evening, and most people are at home in their warm, comfortable beds lying next to their significant other, or even a stranger they picked up at a local club that evening.
However, on the bridge, we see the shadow of a man. We do not see the man very well, however, he speaks a few words.??: Allow me to introduce myself to you.. The man walks even closer, into the little bit of light that shines down from a street light above. He is wearing a black suit, with a white button down shirt, opened towards the top. His face cleanly shaven, his hair is brown, and gelled up a bit, though it is fairly short. He had a pair of sunglasses on, but he took those off, and put them in his jacket pocket.??: My name....is Jason Cage. Jason Cage. The newest member of ACW. A man who is a former twelve time World Heavyweight Champion, winning titles across the globe. However, to many ACW fans, he is just another new face. Another new athlete prepared to step into the ring for Alpha Championship Wrestling. But tonight...tonight he makes himself known to everyone...JASON CAGE: In case you people don't know me, allow me to give you a quick introduction. I have wrestled all over the world. I have done everything imaginable in my short eight year career. I've won twelve World Heavyweight Championships. That's right. Twelve. I've won countless other championships. Half of which, I don't even remember. Why? Because they mean shit to me. You see, I have been around for one whole year, searching for the right opportunity. Searching for the perfect fit for my talents. I've faced men and women who claimed to be the World's "best" in this business. But each and every one of them felt my wrath. Now, I come here, to Alpha Championship Wrestling. I come here hoping to find the competition that drives me. I come here to rise to the top, and win my thirteenth career World Championship. Cage smiles, showing how cocky he truly can be. He believes that nobody here can beat him. Hell, he may be right. Cage takes one more step towards that camera, before continuing to speak.JASON CAGE: People may wonder, "why ACW?" Well, my answer is quite simple. You see, Alpha Championship Wrestling claims to be the best promotion in the World. They claim to have the biggest pay per views. The best rivalrys. The greatest matches you can find. I am simply here to test that claim. I'm here to see how great this company truly is. I'm here to place my mark on this company, and if it wasn't great before, well then it is now. This message goes out to all the guys in the back. Everything you've done. Everything you've accomplished in this company up until this point, is nothing but garbage. You see, you have a true Living Legend in the ACW now. I was a Wrestling God before that jackass from Texas ever won a title. You all better be prepared for the shit to hit the fan, because when you step into the ring with me, you are all just victims. You will all fall at my feet. My name is Jason Cage...and I'll be seeing you all real soon... Cage smirks, and then the camera cuts to static...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:56:16 GMT -5
Segment: Get Carter (Credit: BK London/Adrian Flamingo)
"Bad Company" by Bad Company blasts through the speakers almost suddenly as we return from the commerical, and as the fans see the makeshift Alphatron video for Mickey Flamingo, they immediately begin booing the former Bluefield State defensive lineman.
Mickey steps through the curtains, not sporting any of his custom made boas or robes, but in a simple jeans and t-shirt combination - and he doesn't look too happy. He hops up on the apron and steps through the ropes rather quickly before walking over to Phillip and demanding a mic.
Once his demands is met, he stands in the center of the ring.
Mickey Flamingo: Now as yew folks can tell, I ain't out here to fool around... Jeerome Carter, git yer lily-lovin' ass out here! Yew may have pinned me last Thirsday, but I'm gonna kick yer ass so hard that these Frinch fans will refuse to support yew just like they refuse to support the War on Terrorism!
What Mickey says isn't garnerning any new fans for the West Virginia native, but that's the farthest thing on his mind right now. He turns his attention to the Alphatraon and awaits Jerome Carter to come out to the ring.
Mickey Flamingo: Is someone scared to-
Cutting him off midsentence is the hip hop beat to D12's "Fight Music", and the entrance music of Jerome Carter. ACW's newest talent steps out onto the stage to a decent pop from the fans in the audience - nowhere near the ones BK London receives - but not bad. He walks down to the ring with a microphone in hand and Mickey holds his ground in the center of the ring.
Jerome steps through the ropes and walks a few feet within the pissed off Flamingo.
Jerome Carter: Whoa whoa whoa, calm yourself down before you blow a coronary old man...
That statement isn't making matters any better for Jerome Carter in Mickey's eyes.
Jerome Carter: ..I didn't come here to fight you. I came here to, to talk some things out man.
The crowd is just as perplexed as Mickey is. Talking things out? He can't be serious.
Mickey Flamingo: Boy, yer talkin' to tha wrong person if yew jest wanna talk! Where I'm from we don't talk things out, we knock teeth out!
Jerome Carter: You look like a man that has knocked a few teeth out in his day Mickey, but I'm not all about that tonight. You see, we're here in Paris, France man...
Cheap pop.
Jerome Carter: The city of romance...the mecca for love...
Mickey Flamingo: The biggest cowards in the free world... the most ungrateful cretins in the Western Hemisphere... the wirst figure skatin' judges to ever exist...
Jerome Carter: ...uh, right. But Mickey, instead of fighting like our other family members, why don't we just be friends? I mean sure, Flamingo's going to be mad at you and BK will be mad at me, but who cares. Two young strapping dudes like us could take this city by storm!
Young and strapping? Just the words that pop into Mickey's head when definiing qualities about himself.
Jerome Carter: France is home of the finest ladies on earth man. And these ladies have got your name all over them. Check out that hot chick in Section 110 Row E! Monkeys, let's get some cameras on her for a second.
And there she is drop dead gorgeous. All those curves and Mickey with no brakes. Mickey's eyes lighten up as he watches her excitedly jump up and down from the Alphatron, her chest almost mesmerizing.
Mickey Flamingo: Yew know, boy, I think I got yew all wrong... yew ain't nuthin' like yer yeller-bellied uncle of your's. We don't have to fight anything out... hell, all we need is a bottle of party liquor and that nice young lady up thar to settle our differences!
Jerome Carter: Now that's what I'm talking about man. Let's seal the deal with a handshake!
Jerome extends his arm, and Mickey doesn't hesitate to greet the young up and comer with a handshake. The two smile at each other, and now Mickey looks to pull away - but Jerome doesn't seem to be releasing his grip. He looks down at his hand and then back up at Jerome Carter, who has that same smirk of his Uncle BK London on his face.
Within seconds, Mickey is driven into the canvas once Jerome pulls him towards him and plants him with The Redeemer in the center of the ring. A massive pop for Jerome Carter as he stand overs the inert body of Mickey Flamingo.
He crouches down and picks up the mic right beside Mickey Flamingo and says one final thing.
Jerome Carter: Au Revoir!
"Fight Music" by D12 sounds through the speakers and Jerome Carter slips out the ring to a even bigger pop from the crowd than when he came out. He dusts his hands off and walks backwards up the ramp as he watches Mickey show signs of life in the ring. Mickey slowly gets up, holding the back of his head, and watches Jerome Carter walk up the stage with a grimacing stare. Carter seems to have Mickey's number lately, but for how long?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:56:49 GMT -5
Match 4: Kevin Fitzharris vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: AJ) ..::ACW::.. SCOTT ANDREWS VS. KEVIN FITSHARRIS ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe
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“The Scarlet Assassin” Scott Andrews Age: 25 Height: 6'0" Weight: 233 lbs. Hometown: Tampa Bay, Florida
Kevin Kitsharris Age: 23 Height: 5'9" Weight: 195 lbs. Hometown: San Antonio, Texas The lights go out over the entire arena.
“Anasasis/Xenophontis” begins to play across the audio system. Scott Andrews walks out to a roar of cheers from the fans. He strolls onto the entrance ramp with a look of intensity on his face and raises his arm as Philip mentions his name. As he continues walking just past the main part of the ramp he stops and performs a Goldberg-esque ramp taunt, throwing air punches and kicks while white and red pyros boom behind until his flurry of shadow strikes end. Scott keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet. Climbing the turnbuckle, he looks into the audience and raises one arm rapidly whilst yelling inaudible, yet obviously 'psyche up' comments. He jumps down and punches the air a few times before taking off his jacket and waiting for his opponent.
YEEEEEEEE HAWWWWW! Giddy up, cowboy! “How do you Like me Now?” by Toby Keith hits the sound system and out comes everyone’s favorite western hero, Kevin Fitsharris! Fitsharris takes two steps out from the entranceway and reaches down to his side where he pulls out a metallic cap gun! Raising it up at the crowd, he begins to shoot off a series of sparks that are synced with pyrotechnic blasts. The result is one that amazes the crowd! After all, it isn’t every day a French crowd gets to see a real life cowboy! Riding his ovation to the ring like a stallion, Kevin leaps inside and does a some line dancing before finally getting serious and dawning his true ring attire. Eyes now on Andrews, it’s time for Fitsharris to bring out a branding iron of PAIN!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Two men who used to call each other Stable mates are now prepped to do battle! Any respect they have for one another is now brushed aside as they engage in the spirit of combat! Locking up in the middle of the ring, Kevin gains the early advantage and pushes Scott into the corner! There, Kevin gives him a clean break, almost! The moment he steps away Fitsharris gives him a massive knife edge chop that would do the Senator proud! Followed by four more, Andrew’s chest is screaming in pain but he ignores it in favor of dishing out some return punishment! One arm wrench into a face kick later, Kevin already tastes some of his own blood. As if things couldn’t get any worse for him, Andrew’s combos with a chin crusher. Reeling, Kevin rolls out of the ring in hopes of getting some much needed fresh air. Not one to let up on his opponent, Scott rolls out of the ring as well and the two continue their battle outside of the ring! With a quick European uppercut, Fitsharris rocks Andrews long enough for him to attempt an Irish whip into the steel ring post! Andrews, however, has other plans! Spinning back around, he takes Fitsharris down with a LARIAT OF REVENGE! Kevin is then picked up and tossed back into the ring where Andrew’s continues to show him no mercy. MATCH MIDPOINT: As we hit our midpoint, Scott Andrew’s maintains control but Fitsharris does his best to take it from him! Tossing Scott into the ropes, Kevin readies himself for a RUNNING LEG LARIAT! His big boot goes slamming into Scott’s face and the crowd lets out a big “Ahh” upon witnessing the impact. Not wanting to give him a moments rest, Kevin picks up Andrews and combos with a SNAP MARE LEG DROP! His foot comes crashing down on the top of Andrew’s head, and yes, if you were to ask him he would most likely tell you it hurts inside. Kevin reaches down into his bag of cheap tricks and pulls out an eye rack much to the dismay of Makabe! Keiji sends a warning Kevin’s way, though it is simply ignored. Stomping down upon Andrews, Kevin is determined to bring home a victory for the Senatorial Stable tonight! Rushing to the corner, Kevin hops up and sits atop of the third turnbuckle! With much force, he rockets off the top and comes landing right on top of Andrews with a big elbow drop! Sensing that Andrew’s has been weakened, Fitsharris keeps his body atop of his opponent and hooks the leg! Keiji drops down and counts to two and a half before the Scarlet Assassin kicks out! As we head to the final stage of this match, Kevin maintains control! MATCH ENDING: Hoping to land the victory of a lifetime, Kevin increases the intensity of his attack. With great viciousness, he begins to strike away at Andrews in hopes of wearing him down for the eventual three count! On the other side of the coin, Andrews is very calm and reserved as he awaits the ring time to strike! Andrews knows full well that In this business, all it takes is one mistake to cost you the spoils of victory. Unfortunately for Kevin, he also knows this all to well. With a series of two running clotheslines, Fitsharris heads the top rope and sets up for an elbow drop! Leaping off, he hits nothing but canvas as Andrews rolls out of the way for the escape! After the botched elbow drop, he rises up onto his feet and clutches his joint in pain. Now vertical and on the turnbuckles, Andrews points his “gun” right at Fitsharris head and waits for him to turn around before firing his bullet! The moment he does, Andrews leaps off the ropes and hits Kevin with a front flip diving neck breaker known as the HEAT SEEKER! Stunned, Kevin is taken up over and back with a spider German suplex! With one foot on dream street, Kevin will need a miracle to escape defeat! Andrew’s aims his sights right between Fitsharris eyes and pulls the trigger! Kevin fells the full effects of the HEADSHOT and what happens afterwards is simple academic! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: SCOTT ANDREWS!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:58:59 GMT -5
Segment: “Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust - Part 1” Credit: ~Aj 5/10/08 10:44 A.M. Woodlawn Cemetery, Las Vegas, Nevada [The freshly dug Earth of his mother’s grave resides at his feet. Unable to look anywhere but down at it, Aiden can’t help but reminded of his own fragile existence. Someday it will be him underneath the dirt and this thought scares the hell out of him. Pondering where we go when we die, Aiden’s mind is freed from this sanity shattering question as his cohort approaches from behind.] Victor Recesvinto: Are you doing alright, Aiden? Aiden Joseph: You know Vic, as I looked around and saw all those empty seats, I made a vow to myself to never pass into the next life friendless. Victor: Oh I don’t think that will be a problem knowing you. Aiden: I don’t know Vic, I am a tough man to get along with. Victor *smiling*: We’ll I’ll be there. Aiden *grinning*: Heh, you better be or I’ll come back and haunt you, jerk. [Aiden gives Victor a warmhearted nudge and Victor returns the favor. At that very moment, a tremendous gust of wind comes howling through the cemetery causing Aiden’s hair to cascade over his eyes. Always a friend, Victor brushes it out of the way with a smile.] Victor: So, where to Aiden? Aiden: My old house, please. Victor: I thought that was the last place you wanted to be? Aiden: I’ve had a change of heart. Victor: Apparently so. Aiden: Yeah, I’ll explain in the car. I just want to get under some shade right now; I just cant stand the sun in this town. [It’s not rare these days for Victor to hear his friend say something peculiar, but even this makes him scratch his head in bewilderment.] Victor: Uh, isn’t it the same sun no matter where you go? [Aiden’s raises his face upwards into the ball of fire that resides in the sky overhead. Eyes closed, he feels its warmth shine upon his face and finds no comfort in the sensation. Feeling as if his skin is being tickled by the fires of hell, he quickly pulls away and is reassured in his thoughts.] Aiden: No. It’s different here Vic. Trust me. [Afraid at what may come out of Aiden’s mouth next, Victor says no more and proceeds to the car. Aiden follows right behind, and the moment they are both inside the cab of the Escalade, Aiden lets out a gasp for air as if he held his breath during their entire jaunt. It is times such as these that Victor believes Aiden would benefit from therapy; if he only knew the truth.] Aiden: Before mother passed, I had one burning question that I had hoped she would answer and she did. You’re not going to believe this Victor, but my own father doesn’t even know I exist. Victor: What? I thought he left your family when you were really young? Aiden: That is what I was told, yes. I always contributed my lack of memories of him based on the fact I was much too young to remember anything. Victor: Why on Earth would she lie about something like that? Aiden: Must you really ask? You know more than anyone that my mother was an insanely proud person. She wouldn’t dare let her son know he was the product of a torrid one night stand. She would have felt shamed. Victor: So did she tell you anything else? His whereabouts perhaps? Aiden: That was my initial question to her. She couldn’t answer; she did not know. Besides telling me about the truth of my conception, she told me I could find one of his old addresses tucked away inside her cedar chest. Coming full circle, this is - Victor: - why you want to stop by the old casa de Joseph. Aiden: Exactly. I have to know who this man is, I just have to. Victor: I have no doubts that you will. Oh, and Aiden? [Aiden turns his head and stares out the window at a very familiar neighborhood. He is not far now and as they approach a Victorian style house tucked neatly away at the end of the street, his heart begins to race faster than the car’s engine.] Victor: Welcome home. [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 16:59:24 GMT -5
Segment: To Be A Team – Part 1. Credit: Jay Zero and The Libertines
The scene opens up backstage. We find Jay Zero walking down the hallway with his bag over his shoulder. He turns a corner and nods his head at a few workers that acknowledge him with a smile. Jay stops at a locker room door that has his golden name plate on it – along with that, a white piece of paper with “Libertines” on it slapped and taped to the door under the name plate. Jay half smiles and turns the knob, walking into the locker room not knowing what to expect.
Libertines: Hey partner!
Jay slightly glances to the left to see Libertines wearing some blue slacks and a white tee shirt with a little stain on it.
Libertines: Welcome to our wonderful locker room!
Jay looks around – clearly noticing the differences.
Zero: Yeah – uhm, hey Libs. You’re right. This is … wonderful. Definitely a bit of a downgrade from the Entourage –and even my own personal locker room … but whatever! Hey man! Sup? [/color]
Libertines: Not much. Just been sitting around here.
Zero: How long have you been here? [/color]
Libertines: Oh I got here like two hours ago. I like to get settled in.
Zero: Oh. [/color]
Jay walks into the room and places his back down on the wooden bench next to the lockers and unzips the bag.
Libertines: So what’s the plan for tonight?
Zero: Umm. [/color]
He tries to think while rummaging through his bag searching for things.
Zero: Well. I have a match against Dan White. [/color]
Libertines: Cool. Want me to come out and help you out?
Jay shakes his head.
Zero: Naaah. [/color]
There’s some silence between the two as Jay struggles to find what he’s looking for.
Zero: Dammit, where did I put it? [/color]
Libertines: What are you looking for?
Zero: My stupid hairspray! I was walking in and it was like a wind tunnel. God. Messed everything up! [/color]
Libertines: Oh.
Libertines looks around for a bit, thinking of something to say.
Libertines: So – sure you don’t want me to help out? I mean I don’t have anything better to do!
Zero: Nah it’s fine, just chill out. Here it is! Thank the lord! [/color]
He pulls out his hairspray and goes to town, sending a fog of fruity smelling chemicals into the air. This mist makes Libertine start to cough and gag.
Zero: I’ll tell you what though! After I go and settle whatever there is to be settled with Dan, me and you will take off and go see what Paris has to offer, ok? [/color]
Libertines *Still Coughing*: Yeah *Cough* That…that sounds good.
As he starts to talk, Jay begins running his hands through his hair trying to fix it.
Zero: Alright, sweet. We’re a team now you know? We gotta start working together and doing things together. [/color]
Libertines: Speaking of which, when do you think our first match is gonna be?
Zero: No clue, but don’t even worry about that right now. We still gotta focus on how we’re gonna be a team. [/color]
Libertines: What do you mean? Didn’t you just say by working together?
Zero: Yeah, yeah. But there’s more than that. To be a team, we gotta have a few things. One. We gotta have each others back. No matter how rough things get, I’ll be there for you, and you’ll be there for me. [/color]
Libertines: Yeah.
Zero: Number Two: We need personality. We need ---a look that makes us special. [/color]
Libertines: No doubt about that.
Zero: Good! And number three! We need ourselves a name! [/color]
Libertines: Well I think we have some work to do.
Zero: Oh you got that right Libs. [/color]
They both smile at each other. This is only the start of the saga between these two men. Where is this heading? For greatness? Or for failure? Nobody knows exactly what to expect – so let’s just wait and see….
FADE OUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 12, 2008 17:00:19 GMT -5
Segment: The DeVil Inside (Credit: Jake Steele) The scene opens up in the hot ACW parking lot. The camera pans around the lot, as the pure beaming UV rays of the sun, make the camera view look almost fizzed out, as if any more heat touches the cameras lens, the screen is going to crack. We see more of the hot lot, as the back of a car can be seen in the distance, it is a 2006 Dodge Viper SRT10 Coupe, and it is displays a sleek color of blue, with two bold white stripes shooting down the hood. In the distance, we can see a man near the car, he has a backwards cap on that says “NY” on it in New York Yankees design, and he seems to be shuffling something. The camera moves in closer, and spins around to reveal a man who is of African-American descent, his physical appearance is that of Lupe Fiasco, and he at first doesn’t notice the cameraman right next to him. He takes a few moments to finish counting his hundred dollar bills, before he puts them in his pocket and looks to the camera. He smiles and begins to speak on it.: Ayo, what up GWF. You don’t know me, but dis’ ya’ boy Jake Steele. I’m here in da’ G-Town, because my nigga Johnny Hurricane got two matches dis’ week. And I thought dat’ since I haven’t heard from ‘em in like… a year, I might as well call da’ nigga up, and see what’s poppin’.
Jake Steele reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blackberry. He unlocks it and dials up “Johnny Hurricane”. The phone can be heard ringing, as Steele waits for a response. A few moments pass by, and no answer, just a dial tone.Jake: This some bullshit. Fuck it… I know where da’ nigga live, I’ll just “surprise” da’ nigga real quick. Hop in cameraman, we ‘bout to go for a ride… no homo.The scene fades in as the cameraman hops into the car, yet returns back in as we Steele driving down the road, almost at “Hurricane’s Mansion”. He sees it in the distance and gets a smile onto his face.Jake: This nigga better be home. HE BETTAH’!
Jake drives up to the gate, and is stopped by the guards. They walk up to the car, to probably check who he is… or racial profile him.Guard: Excuse me sir… But who are you? Jake: Jake Steele, here to see Johnny Hurricane.Guard: … Detach this man. Jake: WHAT!? FUCK NAH!Jake sees the two guards pull a gun out, and he quickly ducks his head down, before the guards bullets go off, straight into each others bodies! They fall to the ground, and Steele slowly raises his head, before seeing the two guards down.Jake: … Goddamn… Now, ummm like I was sayin’. I’m just gonna get my ass out the car, and walk up this long, long pathway…
Jake slowly... Or rather fast, jumps out of his car, while the gate mysteriously opens up in front of him. He looks to the back of him, and to the sides, before walking up the pathway of to the mansion as a jolt of lightning flashes across the sky, and Jake jumps back slightly, before stopping and peaking around to see if everything is cool.Jake: Okay… how da’ fuck did lightnin’ start flashin’ out of nowhere!? Damn, dis’ nigga Hurricane better have some bitches over here.… A Few Minutes Later …Jake made his way to the doorstep, and is half-way passed out from the walk. He lays his head on the door, and takes a deep breath… that is until the door opens by itself and Steele falls in, but he quickly gets up to his feet and dusts his shoulder off.Jake: Fuck! A nigga tired, and I got random shit openin’ on me. Hurricane must be a wild dude.
Jake walks in, as the door closes behind him, and he starts to get a bit scared, due to the weird noises and such. He walks in, and sees that instead of the party mansion he remembered, the mansion is now dark, and candles are lit everywhere around. Steele walks around, in shock, as he approaches a door. The door is covered in dirt and has some weird sketches on it, but hard to make out. Steele takes his hand and wipes it off, before he sees that the sketches are of a man, killing various people. And at the top of it, are a man’s eyes, Steele looks on wondering what is going on, when his eyes begin to glow blue. Steele jumps back, as the door opens, and the floor underneath him begins to slide off from under him, as he plummets into the whatever is behind the door. Jake: What da’ fuck! I should have never left my house fa’ dis’ shit!!!! Fuuuccckkk Yoouuuu Huuurrriiiccaaannee! Bitch Assss Nigggaaa!!!!
Steele continues falling down the slide, until he reaches the end and lands hard onto the ground, actually into some laundry of sorts. He quickly takes the sheets off of him, and he climbs out of the sheets, only to fall harder to the ground. He stands up and wipes himself off, as he looks around and begins to walk in the area. Steele sees all types of sharp objects, knives, scalpels, saws, kendo sticks? Anyways, Steele walks down until he sees a picture of a man, who bares a sharp resemblance to Johnny Hurricane, but he instead has a much more evil look to him, that of a murderer, with a villainous esque to him. Steele looks at the nameplate under the name, and sees it says “Damian DeVil”.Jake: Damian DeVil?… What kind of name is dat‘?.. Hold up… oh shit…
Before Steele can finish talking, the lights shut off in the room. You can hear Steele shout like a girl, before they quickly return, and Damian DeVil is standing behind him. Steele is frozen in fear, as he feels the presence behind him, but is scared to face this man. He musters up the courage (barely) and he turns around… Steele takes a huge gulp of spit, and tries to stop Damian from doing anything to him.Jake: Hey! I didn’t see ya’ there man. How ya’ doin’? Long time no… par-…Damian DeVil: Why are you here?Jake: You see I thought this guy named Johnny Hurricane was here, a-…Damian DeVil: Do not… ever… say that name in this house again. Johnny Hurricane died years ago, and will never be seen again… Now, you have intruded. I can not let that go unpunished.Jake: Don’t kill me man! I got a wife… kids… and a girlfriend!Damian DeVil: Oh, I won’t kill you… But I will do this.Damian grabs Steele by the throat, and looks into his eyes. Damian DeVil: You… have potential… The money, the power. Let it overtake you, and soon you will be at the top. Your alliances that you make, are only there so that you can betray them one day, and rule. Take what I say to your soul, and never let it go. Now… leave, and do not come back until you have followed my words.Jake: A-aight man... I'll keep th-that in mind.Steele is let go by Damian, and he quickly heads back up the stairs, leaving the house in fear. As Damian snickers to himself, and looks over to the camera, he smiles and ensues his speech. Yet Steele doesn't wait for it as he leaves and jets back to his car as we come to a fade.
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