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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:24:01 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 12: The Target Has Escaped (Credit: Scott Andrews)
The scene opens to the locker room of Scott Andrews. Jessie is out of hospital now, but is in a neck brace and sits on a fold out chair quietly reading a novel while Scott stretches to prepare for his contest with Danny Mainer tonight.
Scott stops for a moment and grabs a water bottle to take a big gulp.
Scott: You feeling a little better tonight, Jess? You seem a little happier.
Jessie, not having full use of her vocal chords yet, replies with a nod and a smile.
Scott:That’s good, very good. I want you out of that brace and recovered. If I catch Taylor around here tonight I’m going to slaughter him.
Jessie lets out a small noise and points to the laptop sitting on the table. Scott takes a look and sees the ACW homepage.
Scott: Jon Taylor was released from ACW today because of violations against the companies welfare policy?! GOD DAMN IT!
Jessie flinches as Scott throws his water bottle at the wall. He calms down a bit and wipes his face with his hand.
Scott: I’m sorry, Jess...It’s just...I wanted to put him in his place, my way, on my terms. Now I’ll never get my chance to punish that bastard...
Scott sits next to Jessie who puts her hand on his shoulder and gives him a little sympathy rub.
Scott: Just my luck, huh? ...I guess I just have to move on...It’s going to be hard trying to forget what he did to you though, Jessie...Like a ‘fucking hit and run’...
Scott stands and walks over to the table. He reaches over and grabs his lucky “Armada” headband Kudo gave to him over a year ago. He ties it to his leg above his right boot.
Scott: Gotta remember what counts though right?...I’ll see you soon, ok hun?
Jessie nods responsively and watches her boyfriend walk out the door. She sits back in her chair and flicks on the television to Warfare to see Scott’s match from the comfort of the locker room.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:24:41 GMT -5
“Cold Blooded” Credit: Rattlesnake, Kenny [“You better behave.” Those were the last words Winter’s half brother Aiden told her before they left on the trip to Korea. One could not fault Aiden for his error in this request since he has not had the proper time to fully understand his sister’s nature, but those who know better would find humor in such a demand. The truth is that trouble follows Ms. York wherever she goes and tonight will be no exception. The moment she is left alone from Aiden and Anna’s presence she escapes from the confines of the locker room and ventures out into the maze like corridors of the arena’s backstage. Over one week ago she watched on in horror as Sarin humiliated her brother, her blood, in front of millions of viewers. Not one to let an such an insult pass without retribution, Winter has taken steps to see that her thirst for revenge is quenched. With the assistance of her vast resources, she has been able to compile massive information about Ms. Rossi and now has it as her disposal to use as she sees fit. With Sun Tzu’s quote, “Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected,” echoing within her mind, she does exactly that.] ~!~THUD~!~ Winter York: Oh!! [With a twist of irony, Winter smacks right into the chest of Rattlesnake sending her possessions tumbling onto the floor. However, unlike Sarin’s and Aiden’s fateful meeting one month ago, this is anything but accidental.] Rattlesnake: Watch where the fuck you’re go .. guh ... going? [Snake’s forked tongue freezes as his eyes fixate onto the face of sheer beauty. When compared to feminine form, is the serpent truly the object of temptation?] Winter: Pardon me! I had all these boxes in my hands and I couldn’t see a thing in front of me! [Winter bends at the knees and begins to collect tonight’s “props.” Hoping he’ll take the time to help her, her adrenaline skyrockets as Rattlesnake falls into her trap by doing the same.] Winter: Hey, you’re one of the “entertainers,” aren’t you? [Snake’s crude demeanor forces him to ignore Winter’s question. Instead he hammers her with ACW rules and regulations, just like any true pretentious rattler.] Rattlesnake: I hope you know fans are not allowed back here. Winter: Well that’s perfect because I’m not a fan. I am a family member of one of the staff. Rattlesnake: Oh yeah? Who? Winter: I’m sure you don’t know him; he’s new. [For all Rattlesnake knows this stranger could be related to A.C. Evans and he pries no further. All that was scattered after the collision has been collected except for one very important item, Rattlesnake’s signature cowboy hat. Winter grabs it by its top and hands it over to its owner with an apologetic smile.] Winter: A cowboy hat, huh? From Texas ? Rattlesnake: No, Florida. Winter: You’ll have for forgive me, I am from the United Kingdom and I always get my states mixed up. Is Florida that one really ... [Winter’s eyes drift downwards to Rattlesnake’s crotch. With a lick of her lips, she finishes her sentence.] Winter: ... LONG state? Correct? [The self proclaimed “Revolutionary” is thrown for a loop. Unsure whether or not to feel aroused or repulsed, he turns away from Ms. York and removes himself from this uncomfortable situation as fast as possible.] Rattlesnake: Yeah, that’s right. Now if you’ll excuse me. [With his back turned to Winter and his distance becoming greater, she cuffs her hands over her mouth and makes sure her voice serenades his exit with every step.] Winter: Again, Sorry! Thanks for helping me, that was awfully sweet of you![Almost out of distance, Winter’s stare begins to venture south. It is here that she finally realizes Snake’s appeal after questioning Sarin’s tastes for oh so long.] Winter: Giddy up, cowboy. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:25:51 GMT -5
Segment: Famous People Die Last (Credit: FSX)
Though it may be a wonderful thing to visit home after such a long period of time on the road and off on some sort of adventure, is there any proper way to negotiate your time once you get there? Undoubtedly you will have many friends that will be in need of your attention since your grand return, and without much question there will be others that desire your attention as well. Who? Why, relatives of course! But if you happen to be some sort of orphan who grew up with a childhood that was too traumatic to possibly remember, there are always countless fans to fill that horrific void in your life! But assuming you only have a mere day to do all of this traveling and engaging with your friends and fans, how can you possibly schedule it all out properly? It's an impossibility without much doubt, and there is no way to do it! Unless of course you grouped everyone together under one roof for a period of roughly two hours in order to enjoy their company simultaneously wellst entertaining them with a show of wonder. But what are the chances of all that? Quite good if you happen to be a wrestler! What a convenience for Fallen, right? Well, now that he finds himself in the midst of Seoul and is the center of a media blitz for once, how will he possibly deal with all the attention? The suave Aiden Joseph method? Nah...how about the exploit everyone important to you method! That's the Fallen Souls way!
FSX: Ah, this is going to be fun!
What could Fallen possibly be referring too? Seeing it happens to be Fallen Souls, no doubt it's something that is incredibly devilish! But as he sneaks around the backstage area and appears to be in clear search of someone or other, no one notable comes into view! Perhaps he's simply acting like an idiot before his big job as the special guest referee later on tonight! That does sound somewhat like something that Fallen would do, after all...but it sounds almost as if he is sneaking up on a herd of wild elephants. Why would a herd of wild elephants be in South Korea? Why, perhaps they made the trip with Fallen Souls!
FSX: They must be close by, I can feel their horrible stench from here. That's right, I said I could FEEL it...they stink really bad!
What could possibly have such a horrible smell that Fallen would make note of it as if it caused him stabbing pain? Perhaps it's a group of Realtors that intend on striking Fallen down in order to take everything important to him! Though that makes little to no sense, so it's probably someone that would be logical to the situation. In fact, given all that has been said up to this point it should come to absolutely no surprise who is awaiting Fallen behind the large door that read 'AUTOGRAPH AREA'. But who could possibly be awaiting him?! MAN EATING LAND OCTOPUS?!
FSX: This is probably them...if only someone was more appealing then me in this wonderful land! Oh well! Hooray for fans!
Smiling once again to himself as he bursts through the door, the odor of fans that have been waiting an unimaginable amount of time in the small room is likely quite ridiculous. Despite this Fallen battles through his urge to vomit and wobbles his way into the room, shielding his face as he gags a bit at the sweet taste of horrific smelling fans. Perhaps this is simply a autograph session that will deteriorate into a seminar on how to properly bathe! It's likely we will never know, as Fallen nearly faints upon entering the room. Managing to hold on and slowly make his way through the crowd of scavenger fans, he takes a seat at the back of the room and looks out to the crowd. Perhaps there was some clean woman he could act out his fantasy of being a drug addled rock star who has many affair orgies with. Likely not though.
FSX: So...I assume all of the women left when the really stanky guys got here.
Fan #1: You bet, Mr. Souls! They ran off complaining of stench and sexual harassment.
FSX: I feel kind of bad for them. Did you really have to grope them all to death?
Fan #1: Probably not, but it cleared up some room and taught us how women feel.
Fan #2: Soft....so soft.
Not sure just what to make of the fans that have actually shown up to such a session of autographs, Fallen looks up them in a sort of morbid disgust as he pulls out a bag of pre-signed autographs. It seems he head no intent of sticking around very long with his adoring public after all, and who can blame them? Just take a look at these people!
FSX: So, you guys can disperse these to yourselves. I'll leave them here at the front..one per person. I was going to stick around and answer some questions, but that was only because I expected some sexy women.
Fan #1: Oh...but we really had to ask you some things. We compiled the questions as a group and were hoping to get some answers that we could discuss as the show goes on.
FSX: Aren't you going to head back out there and watch with the rest of the people?
Fan #3: Nah, we're getting quarantined in a bit.
Finally something that made perfect sense to Fallen that he wished he hadn't heard. Beginning to think of the place he was currently trapped as the toxic waste dump he should of realized it was a few moments earlier, it was now time to plan his triumphant escape! But how could he possibly manage to burst through the room as needy geeks wanted answers to their lame and putrid questions? By sedating their desire, that's how! But what would be the absolutely least painful way to do something like that..? Hmm...
FSX: Well, if I left without answering any of your damn questions that would sure makes the sad story of your lives even sadder. But then I'd have to make your day...and I'm not so sure I want to do that.
Fan #1: Come on! All the more reason for you to give us something to live for and answer all of our needy questions!
FSX: ...Fine...Let's get this over with nice and easy then. I'll answer two questions without any reservation. Ask away.
Fan #1: What?! Only two questions? But we have dozens!
It did seem quite cruel to only answer two of their questions given the obvious fact that they were socially inept, but what was Fallen to do? Make this into an interview segment and allow them to ask any question that happened to come to their mind? Well, that would be the proper thing to do for such needy men. It wasn't as if they would see any other joy in their lives after all, right? This was doing them a favor! As he contemplated all of this, Fallen got a good smell of his surroundings once again....it was getting worse. This just wasn't going to work out.
FSX: Yes, only two. Oh, and that counts as a question. One left!
Fan #2: Huh..? Nu uh it doesn't! Your a cheater! Evil meanie jerk!
Fan #1: Easy guys, we can still ask the one question..you know, the one we've been waiting for an answer of all these years!
Fan #3: Your right! That's all that matters!
Hesitating a brief moment as saliva would come to his lips and dribble down his chin, one has to imagine that this is the juiciest question to ever be asked of Fallen! But what could it possibly be? As the fanboy hesitated a few moments and tried to construct it properly in his mind, he appeared finally ready! This was his moment of truth! One chance!
Fan #1: Okay! Mr. Souls, what do you think about--
Fan #2: The fact that women are so soft?
Is it a twist? Or perhaps just a swerve? Either way, it seems that the group of fanboys have been foiled by one lonely pervert! As Fallen himself seems a bit confused by the content of the question and everyone in attendance stares to the man that ruined the question in pure awe, Fallen can only shrug and oblige. He promised to answer any question after all!
FSX: Wha..? Well, can't say I saw that coming. Anyway..uh..I guess it's pretty damn good that they are. Who would want a hard woman? Well...that ends that. I'll be going now...
Fan #1: Wait, no!! That wasn't our question! NOOOO!
As the scene of the room slowly shifts into one of pure madness, Fallen looks around for a passage of escape. That turns out to be one of the easier feats for him this evening, as nearly everyone in the room suddenly gives in to temptation and rushes with a great anger toward the fan that screwed them out of the truth. What the question was will likely never be known, and if the perverted fan will live to see tomorrow will likely not be known, but the relief of it all is that Fallen was able to escape unharmed, effectively locking the door of the room behind him! They would battle until one leaves there smelly king! Or just be released later on, either way... Still, Fallen pants and gasps a bit for air as he enjoys his freedom, though realizes he is now left with nothing to do! Or is he..?
FSX: Well, that was a close one. I almost had to spend a great amount of time with a group of people that wanted to prod my mind about things that are better left unknown! Not to mention that none of them were incredibly attractive! But now I have to do something to forget any of that ever happened...if only my trusty Korean Pop Star friend would appear and brighten my day...with a distinct change in the weather of things!
Well, that was an unusually corny line to cap off things. Either way, Fallen can only grin in delight as the man he called upon appeared on cue...in a bolt of delicious lightning no less! Behold, as the magical pop sensation Rain has appeared! Though that might not be his name, or even the one that is generally accepted by those in South Korea, but it doesn't change the fact that girlish screams can be heard echoing! It's almost as if the combination of Rain and Fallen creates some kind of storm of sexiness! Though that's probably not the case....Probably...
Rain: That would be me. Come Fallen and enjoy the company of my beautiful entourage!
FSX: I've been waiting all day for someone to ask me that! Thanks, buddy! Let's get going!
As the merry and pleased two raised there hands to a high five that would cause a shocking sensation of lust through the arena, they would soon after merrily head off to entertain the beautiful individuals of Korea for a good while! This is a story that just writes itself, isn't it? But seeing just how ridiculously corny it would all become in time it's no doubt that things happened to cut out at this point for good reason. It seems we won't be able to enjoy a delicious thunderstorm just yet, though perhaps in time that will be the case! Fallen is full of surprises, after all...we'll have to wait and see.
Oh, and squee.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:26:26 GMT -5
Segment: Cables, Daggers and Flares (Credit: Dan White)
Gingerdude is not a happy bunny. With ratings going one way or the other, a grand World Tour, and a makeshift Omega Effect main event, it's obviously going to cause some strain on the Chairman, who sits at his desk, with his door widened. We can just about see his secretary on the outside, and we enter with the two already in conversation.
Gingerdude: I just wish I had a capable booker on my side, though. There was RDK, but he was my rival at the time, and he pretty much sided with me and joined my side. There was also Mercer Stanton, but he's dead now, he was no good anyways. And there was Dan White, but we all know his tenure didn't really cause any sucess...
He looks up through his office.
Gingerdude: What do you think?
Secretary: ...
Gingerdude grows a tad concerned
Gingerdude: Hello, you there?
Secretary: ...Um, speaking of Mr. White...
Ginger's eyes widen, as he looks up and sees Dan White standing at his doorway, arms folded, with a huge grin on his face.
Dan: Hello, Mr. Chairman!
Gingerdude: YOU!
Before he can react, Dan grabs a chair and slams the door shut, wedging the chair against the door, so nobody can get in, or Ginger can't get out without a struggle.
Gingerdude: What the bloody hell is this? You've got no right keeping me hostage in here!
Dan: You're right, I don't.
Gingerdude: I know we have our differences you and I, but I've not done anything to deserve this!
Dan: You're right, you haven't.
Ginger is becoming considerably more worried
Gingerdude: I have a show to attend to! And a grandson as well! Why are you keeping me stuck here? You have a match tonight!
Dan: You're right, I do.
Gingerdude: ...So why are you keeping me locked in here?
Dan: I dunno, I'm a bit bored to be honest.
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Gingerdude stops panicking into his chair like a wuss, and suddenly stands up, regaining his posture.
Gingerdude: In which case, I demand you leave! I demand you get out of here and prepare for your match before I have you removed from the spot. It's not like I had plans for you to be in the tournament anyways.
Gingerdude points his finger around Dan, using body language to express his point. Dan calmly grabs Gingerdude's arm, and places it to his side.
Dan: I'm assuming the Board of Directors put me in the match, then? Those lot seem to favour me quite well. I mean I'm sure they were the real reason you didn't suspend me when I crippled Senator Phillips for life. It seems like...I dunno, I know the fed is slowly running dry, right?
Ginger looks shocked at how Dan knows that info.
Dan: Oh, don't worry dude. I have the key to the files at ACW Headquarters. Aiden isn't the only one in ACW to hold the master key, you know. I've been here for 4 years now, and you don't go 4 years without picking up a few tricks.
Gingerdude: I'm sure. Now what the hell do you want in here?
Dan: Well, I think I've proved my worth over the 6 weeks I've been back here.
Gingerdude: ...And?
Dan: I want a World Title shot.
Gingerdude sniggers, but Dan remains straight-faced.
Gingerdude: Dan...seriously? You? You had your chance back at Fallen Heroes and you failed. And you think you can take on Sarin, the person who has a 3-0 record over you?
Dan smirks, but not in a smiley sort of way.
Dan: Yes, but that's because she had her whipping boy...or girl in this case on her side. With Yoko out of the way, I seriously doubt I will have too much of a problem.
Gingerdude: Dan Dan Dan....once again you prove your ignorance. Yoko returned at Spring Into Hell.
Dan: Eh?
Gingerdude: Yeah. Now you realise that if by some freak accident, you ended up as World Champion, that it would cause a major loss of image for the title and indeed the fed? I'm am confident enough to say that you holding the World Title would be one of my worst nightmares, and I say that without fear of that nightmare comnig true.
Dan's not listening. He's still getting his head around Yoko's return.
Dan: Huh...so Yoko returned, eh? Guess I don't follow shit.
Gingerdude: Dan...get the hell out of my office before I suspend you, and this time there will be no Board of Directors to save your ass.
Dan shrugs.
Dan: Oh well, gotta run anyways. Later dude!
Dan lifts the chair up and unexpectedly launches it towards Gingerdude. Ginger ducks at the last minute, and the chair smashes against the wall behind him. Ginger breaks into a cold sweat, and Dan sniggers again as he leaves.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:27:55 GMT -5
Match 3: First Round Tag Team Tournament Match AC Evans and Teddy Davis vs. Whitesnake (Credit: AJ) ..::ACW::.. TEDDY DAVIS & A.C. EVANS VS. WHITESNAKE ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: None Referee: Kenji Makabe
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by your Brooklyn! – Oh, hello there! Where ya going? Can I come too? *-
Teddy Davis Age: 26 Height: 5'10" Weight: 215 lbs. Hometown: Chatsworth., Ontario, Canada
“The Lost Soul” A.C. Evans Age: 22 Height: 5'9" Weight: 176 lbs. Hometown: Unknown
“The Prince” Dan White Age: 27 Height: 6'2" Weight: 238 lbs. Hometown: Cardiff, Whales
“The Revolutionary” Rattlesnake Age: 32 Height: 6'8" Weight: 257 lbs. Hometown: Orlando, Florida “Never Die” by the Tiger Army ushers out, A.C. Evans! He steps out into our capacity crowd and sulks his way down to the ring, ignoring the fandom who clamor for his acknowledgment. Once inside, he adjusts his ring gear accordingly and seems very distant from the proceedings leaving many to agree that he is quite the unusual man.
“Ravishing” by Bonnie Tyler plays soon after and out comes Teddy Davis. Dressed in his trademark dark purple ring gear and black leather jacket, he makes quite the splash with the South Korean fan base. Their arms outstretched, he dashes their hopes for him to become Canada’s goodwill ambassador by blowing them off. Joining his tag partner in the ring, he exposes his bare torso and jogs in place to get the blood flowing.
“You Think I'm Lonely” by The Horrors hits, and the lights slightly fade, but give a flashing effect, with several mini spotlights flashing about the arena. Dan walks out in his normal attire, and doesn't take much notice to the crowd. He walks down the ramp and enters the ring, as the lights come back on. No flashy entrances, no flashy gimmicks. Just Dan, there and then.
The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around to cheers from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He nods his head and jumps down. ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Mr. Davis steps out of his corner and will be the first to represent his team and Rattlesnake will do the same for his. With a traditional grapple they begin the match and Snake overpowers Davis from the get go. Pushing him back to the ropes, Snake attempts and open palm chop but Teddy scoots out of the way in the nick of time. Countering with a stiff kick to Snake’s torso, he opens Snake open long enough for him to clamp his arms around his head and drop him down to the canvas with a DDT! Snake rolls out of the ring and clutches his head in pain! Meanwhile, Teddy latches onto the top rope and hurls his body down to the floor. Grabbing Snake by the arm, he attempts to drive him into the steel ring post, but Snake puts on the breaks and reverses! Teddy goes sailing back first into the steel and the impact causes his body to thrive in pain. Rolling back into the ring to break the 20 count, Snake takes a knee and shakes off the effects of the DDT. Now with all his bearings, Snake lifts himself up and makes a tag into Dan White! White hits the ring and waits for Teddy Davis to join him, but soon grows impatient and reaches over the top rope to get him! Seeing an opportunity for a counter, Teddy takes it by leaping up and grabbing Dan’s head. Teddy then drops down and with his weight, crushes Dan’s neck against the top rope! Dan stumbles backwards and Teddy scoots inside the ring for a pin! He only gets a two and the match continues! MATCH MIDPOINT: At our midpoint Teddy has tagged out to A.C. Evans who is now engaged in a back and forth battle with Mr. White. With two staggering right hands, Evans leaps ahead with a snap suplex! Dan gets impaled back first onto the canvas and Evans combos with a hammerlock! Dan tries to wiggle out of it to no avail. It isn’t until he reaches up and counters with a jawbreaker that he frees himself! Angered, Dan lifts Evans up to his feet and whips him into the ropes! Evans bounces back and Dan thrusts his shoulder into him for a stun, and then drops his body down to a DRAGON ATTACK! The dragon screw almost dislocates Evans knee and Dan continues to work on that very appendage. With two giant knees into the side of his leg, Dan picks up Evans and gives him a spinning heel kick to his knee! Evans slumps to the canvas and White picks him right back up again! A.C. is then forced to watch Dan hit the ropes and bounce back for what looks to be a devastating leg clip. Not wanting to be in a wheelchair, A.C. leaps up into the air at the last second and counters with a huge missile dropkick that nails Dan right in the face! This lands Dan immediately on dream street and this gives A.C. Evans all the time he needs to make a run for his corner. With his hand outstretched Teddy waits for the tag but it is taking Evans longer than expected to make it! Rolling to his own corner, Dan makes the tag into Rattlesnake who now rushes the other teams corner to break up the attempt. Snake fails, and with the slapping of a hand, Davis enters the ring and takes over the match for the next three minutes. MATCH ENDING: The finish line is in view and with both teams thirsting for tag gold, it is going to be quite the chance for the checkered flag. In the ring now are the two legal men: Rattlesnake & Teddy Davis. With explosive fury they chop into one another until their chests are red. This leads into a grapple and both men give no ground. Teddy finally breaks free with a European uppercut that knocks Snake’s head back in a direction with tremendous force. While Snake tries to clear the cobwebs, Davis hits the ropes and comes back strong with a bulldog! He drives Rattlesnake’s head into the canvas and attempts to end it all with his patented spinning back fist! And he readies it, Snake becomes aware enough of what is happening. This gives him the chance to avoid it, and with a duck downwards he does exactly that. As Davis’ hand goes sailing over his head, Snake lifts up and hoists Teddy’s body up on top of him using Davis’ own momentum. With Teddy on his shoulders, Snake does a quick spin and then tosses him off into his awaiting hands. Once there, Snake drops down with the Diamond Cutter completing the SNAKE BITE! A.C. leaps into the ring to try to break up the pin, but Dan cuts him off! Will there be an antidote for Teddy Davis? Let’s find out! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNERS: WHITESNAKE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:28:42 GMT -5
Segment: I Warned You (Credit: Train)
ACW returns from a commercial break and Ice Train's WCW theme plays right away. Out walks Thunder Train with the Entertainment title around his shoulder. The South Korean fans boo Train as he makes his way down to the ring. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone and begins talking.
Thunder Train: Now, I'm not going to come out here and bore you with all my ranting like some people will. I'm here to make a quick point. A.C. Evans, last week you rudely interupted the Train. That was my celebration! I AM NOW THE MOST ENTERTAINING ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION THIS COMPANY HAS EVER SEEN! AND YOU INTERUPT IT! Talking about how Showtime has been freed! And how my soul will belong to you. Please! THE TRAIN HAS NO SOUL!
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Thunder Train: SEE EVANS! THESE PEOPLE THINK YOU SUCK! Anyway, you say that you deserve a shot. NOBODY deserves a shot at my title. I proved that what Showtime did was a fluke. Nobody beats the Train! Then you had the guts to actually challenge me! ME THE TRAIN! Let's see how that went.
Thunder Train looks up at the Alphatron and the clip plays.
With the match over, we see Zero pulling Libertines out of the ring and attending to him. The duo walks up the ramp as Teddy Davis slides into the ring to congratulate his partner A.C. Evans. Evans wants nothing to do with Davis at this point as he pushes him away. Davis looks confused as he exits the ring and goes up the ramp. Suddenly someone appears from the crowd. It's Thunder Train! After their confrontation earlier, Train obviously wants revenge for Evans interrupting him. Evans still has no idea that Train is in the ring. Evans turns around and gets clocked with a huge tackle takedown. Evans holds his gut as Thunder Train begins to pummel him with lefts and rights. He stands up as the fans boo him loudly. Train pulls up Evans by his hair and executes THE DERAILMENT! Goodness! Evans is out cold as we go to a commercial break with Thunder Train standing over Evans laid out body.
Thunder Train: SEE! You couldn't even handle The Derailment! If you step in the ring with me Evans you will be destroyed. And hey, let's just say you do get a shot, you will just be embrassing yourself by losing a title match in the fastest time in ACW history. And it doesn't matter who it is. This new wave of ACW newcomers don't stand a chance. Hell! At Omega Effect 4, not only will I be the Entertainment Champion, I will be one half the Tag Teams Champions with my partner and friend, Aiden Joseph, becoming a TagTerTainment Champion! Bank on it!
Thunder Train drops the microphone to the mat and holds the title high above his head. Ice Train's WCW theme plays as more boos are heard and Train exits the ring. He walks up the ramp and poses one more time on the stage before going to the back.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:29:46 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Let’s try this again… (Credit: Michael / AK)
Friday, Somewhere over Asia
The airliner is mercifully quiet as it makes its way eastward, across the skies toward its eventual destination of South Korea. With the plane about three-quarters full, one young man stares out of the cabin window with its blind half-down, a blank expression on his face. Occasionally his brow furrows a little, as if from some brief irritation, before returning to its previous state.
Less than a week ago, Kai Virtanen was flying in a very different state of mind; anticipation, nervousness, excitement were competing for space in his head. He’d been optimistically hoping to secure a coveted place in ACW’s developmental school, a first step along the route he’d meticulously plotted; instead, he’d received unimaginable fortune – a full-time contract, and an immediate placement on the federation’s main programming. He could barely contain his emotions, though no one looking on would ever have guessed that; his features were always calm, and as unforthcoming with detail as the surface of a still lake.
Now, six days later, Kai was having to come to terms with what he considered to be just about the worst possible introduction he could have conceived of. Ginger’s decision to send him out into effectively an active warzone triggered an exhausting and frustrating four days, with multiple phone calls, two interviews and a lot of hanging around next to fax machines in faceless hotel lobbies. He couldn’t blame the military; after all, ACW certainly couldn’t produce any character reference for him, and only copies of his military service papers hand-signed by the Captain of his regiment, Kapten Ahola, were finally sufficient to produce the necessary authorizations and travel documents. (There was at least one small positive effect of all the messing about; confirmation of his standing reserve rank of Vänrikki (2nd Lieutenant) meant that the rank and file troops gave him at least a small amount of acknowledgement, despite his otherwise lowly status.)
All the delays combined to make sure that it was already dark by the time Kai reached the Green Zone base on Wednesday night. The heat, for a person raised in a cold climate, clung to him like a stifling blanket; Sepang and Bahrain had their discomforts, but this was in a different league. An uncomfortable night and stodgy breakfast later, more transport was required to get everyone to the show’s venue, which by necessity had to be positioned for the serving troops to reach it with relative ease, and on arrival yet more safety briefings were necessary. In all, about two hours were left before the show itself when Kai was finally sought out by a harassed-looking crew member, and his involvement in the tag competition was confirmed; due to restrictions on where people could and could not go in the area, Kai had only had the chance to make the briefest of introductions with his partner Nick before they were thrust into the harsh glare of both the desert sun and the cameras…
Kai’s chest heaves, as he sighs to himself. He replays in his head the crucial mistake which led to his failure to beat Jason Freeman’s pin; it’s a move he knows he could and should have been able to counter, and this fact gnaws away at him internally without mercy. So absorbed is the young man in his mental post-mortem that he doesn’t immediately register the person walking up the plane’s aisle, looking at him.
Nick Durden has plenty to think about, too; with a shot at the big one only a short time away, he is already well into the process of strategizing and self-preparation. This doesn’t mean, however, that he is oblivious to what is going on around him, and the posture and gaze of his short-notice tag partner rings a bell in his head. Seeing that the seat next door is empty, Nick slides into it.
Nick: What's up, bra?
Kai’s head jerks very slightly, and he looks apologetic for a moment, inclining his head a little.
Kai: …..oh, forgive me. Hello.
Nick nods back. As often happens with two guys who are unfamiliar with one another, small talk threatens to be hard to come by, but Nick resists the onset of silence.
Nick: I'm sorry we never got a chance to introduce ourselves in that preceding madness. I apologize if you feel like you were just getting thrown to the wolves. I'm Nick Durden, Venice Beach.
Nick extends a hand, and Kai takes it. As they look at one another for a second or so, Nick recognizes a guarded and private person before him; it’s certainly an attitude he can relate to. From his perspective, Kai’s still getting used to being around people he’s seen on the television multiple times, let alone talking to or working with them. Fortunately, his politeness overcomes any niggling urge to just stare like a borderline mental patient.
Kai: I am Kai, Kai Virtanen. From a little town called Joensuu, in Finland. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Nick makes a careful note of this in his head. He’d heard it in the announcements before the match, of course, but that was all tangled up with a whole host of other things he’d had to give priority to at the time. It occurs to him that Kai’s accent has some distinctly Russian tones in it with the Nordic ones, though his English is perfect; oddly perfect, in fact, almost as if he’s been coached far beyond any kind of high school programme. Seeing that Kai is starting to drift back to a musing state takes Nick’s thoughts further on before he can consider this more deeply, however.
Nick: Still hung up about the match a little bit? Yeah, I've gotten that way plenty of times, I tell you. You find out when everything turned to heck yet?
Kai: Yes. From multiple directions, I think.
Nick: Then that's all you can do. Next time, you just won't make that mistake. You seem like quite the perfectionist to me. Correct me if I'm wrong.
Kai raises an eyebrow, exposing a fraction more of his blue, blue eyes.
Kai: I would not argue with that.
Oops, a dead end. Why is it that when we most want to connect with someone, it becomes like pulling teeth? Kai does his best to reverse out of the conversation-killer.
Kai: I’ve been like it since I was a child. Sometimes it is beneficial, other times not. How do you make a positive out of these situations?
Nick shrugs.
Nick: Well, nobody sure as hell steps into that ring to lose a match, I'll tell ya that much. But the truth is, you can't always come out holding the long end of the wishbone. Even Yoko Satoshi's gotten a raw deal at times. The best, and really only, way to look at these kind of things positively is to resolve never to repeat the same mistakes. Also, be mindful that your opponents won't always be so lucky next time.
A rare hint of a smile creeps at the corners of Kai’s face.
Kai: So it wasn’t just me feeling the effects, then?
Nick: Hell no. Did you see Sarin’s hair after she came in? I think she’s still got it weighted down to stop it being frizzy for the rest of the year. And most of us have still got sand and grit in places we didn’t even know we had.
Kai chuckles, very briefly and softly, but it’s genuine.
Kai: You have a match with Ms. Rossi on Monday, yes? I wish you good luck, you must have worked hard to be afforded such an opportunity.
Nick stretches in his seat.
Nick: Yeah, I tell ya, and this is just between you and me, but I've been a nervous wreck ever since I got the news. My first thought honestly was that Gingerdude's been too busy lallygagging with his new grandson that lower management's resorted to booking matches via bingo machine or something. But hell, this is gonna be the biggest match of my career. I've gotta show all these people what I'm really made of.
Kai looks a little wistful.
Kai: Of course. At least you won’t have a rookie hampering you this time around.
Nick frowns, and looks the younger wrestler in the eye.
Nick: Dude, just drop that loser's lament now. The truth is, Freeman and Hughes beat us with their experience, and, yeah, you and I are lacking in that field, but there sure as hell wasn't anything we could've done differently to make up for that. The truth is, you fought in that ring like you were raised in one. Your trainer must've had some true transcendental understanding of this sport. You know what that means? The only thing separating you from greatness is time.
Kai raises his eyebrow a fraction. Something flickers behind his pupils which Nick can’t read, but it seems very strangely familiar for some reason. It’s gone in an instant, though, and Nick doesn’t dwell on it.
Kai: Your opinion is very valuable to me, Mr. Durden. Thank you.
Nick: I ain't telling you anything you don't already know.
He stands up, and is about to wander off in search of the drinks trolley, but pauses a second.
Nick: And it’s just Nick, all right? "Mr. Durden" makes me feel damn old.
A beat passes; Kai looks back at Nick, and nods firmly.
Kai: All right. I’ll catch up with you when we find which of the 700 identical hotels in Seoul we’re supposed to be staying at.
Nick: You bet your ass. Peace out.
Nick strolls off up the aisle. He’s got an awful lot on his plate at the moment; if everything goes well then he could have the Main Event of Omega Effect in front of him, too. But for now he feels strangely pleased with having extended a guiding hand to another; perhaps they’ll get another chance to wrestle together at some point. Nick decides that might be quite a good idea indeed…
The clouds are turning a warm red as the sun begins to descend in the sky. Kai looks at them, and sees them properly for the first time on the entire flight. Their shapes are almost infinite… much like the opportunities in front of him.
As he settles to sleep off the remainder of the journey, Kai’s only remaining concern is which of his dreams he should chase after first…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:33:31 GMT -5
Reserved for Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:33:50 GMT -5
Segment: The Note (Part 2) (Credit: BK London) Dear Old Friend,
It's been a while since we last spoke, and although we weren't on the best of terms then, I know that you've grown to be quite a good human being over the past few years. Myself, I've been just living life - taking things as they come, trying to get back on my feet. I would've surprised you and showed up in person, but rather than fly behind enemy lines - I decided I'll delay my encounter with you. So what do you say the both of us meet up June 5th at the Echo Arena in Austraila? You won't be too busy, right?
Well, I'll end this letter here, see you then.
Signed, Anonymous. While this note came for him just four days ago at the Tribute to the Troops show in Iraq, he still hasn't managed to find out who could be behind this.
Old friend? How long ago did they meet? In his childhood? Teen years? Beginning years of ACW? Just a few of the hundreds of questions running rampant in BK London's mind.
As he looked at that letter, he glanced over at the second letter he recieved just yesterday - by possibly the same anonymous guy.Dear Old Friend,
Just writing, anticipating our meeting this Thursday on Meltdown. I understand how busy you are, being one of the biggest names in the company, a superstar hip hop artist, and all of the other ventures you're taking part of - but it means a lot that you'll find time to meet with me.
I know this whole anonymous thing must be getting to you, wracking your mind, but all will be revealed in due time. I chose to address myself this way to eliminate the risk of being found out by anyone else in the company. It's important this letter sees your eyes only London, and it's important that you bring no one along with you on Meltdown.
I plan to talk to you about the direction of your career, how you're being utliized, and how I can help you. Looking forward to see you Brooklyn Bomber.
Signed, Anonymous. Another letter, and still no idea who this guy or girl is. However, that will all change come this Thursday on Meltdown. Right now, he has a huge announcement that apparently involves him to worry about.
BK London heads to the ring, with the note still firmly in the back of his mind.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:35:43 GMT -5
Segment: Headaches and Murmurs (Credit: Sarin)
Resplendant in a tight black Chanel number, Sarin gives her appearance one last appraisal in her trailer vanity. God forbid an unattended blemish would appear on the next tabloid, spurring her detractors to label her with a particularly unflattering moniker. The whole world is watching me, she thinks. The thought gives her no pleasure, but rather a grim understanding of the price a woman pays when she succeeds in an arena long driven by male aggression.
As she touches up with a fresh coat of lipstick, she feels an insect, caught under the reflective rays of a magnifying glass, twitching for the delight of male spectatorship. She wonders briefly how Alicia dealt with the pressure, or how Yoko could stay so calm and collected. Her heart skips a beat. Before she succumbs to a strong urge to bawl into several tissues, she forces herself out the trailer and to a designated interview spot.
She's not getting much sleep, Charlotte observes as Sarin approaches with a smile and a wave. Despite her best efforts, Sarin can't quite hide the circles under her eyes. Charlotte returns the smile with a toothy one of her own and switches on her microphone.
Charlotte King: I'm here in Seoul, South Korea with ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Sarin Rossi. It's wonderful to see you.
Sarin: Likewise. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to speak with you on the flight.
Charlotte: I'd just like to congratulate you once again on your title win against Aiden Joseph in a truly spectacular contest. What was the most challenging aspect of Leather and Lace?
Sarin: Well, between stretchable condoms, cattle prods, and ball gags, I'm going to have to go with everything.
Charlotte: The surprise of the night, of course--
Sarin's stomach sinks to the core of the earth.
Charlotte: --was Yoko Satoshi's surprise return to the ring. Did she contact you after the match?
Sarin: No.
Charlotte: And will we see a Flower Power reunion for the Ann--
Sarin: No.
Like a stand up comedian who realizes his 9-11 jokes aren't going so well with a crowd of firefighter widows, Charlotte abruptly changes the subject.
Charlotte: After defeating Jay Zero at Spring Into Hell, Fallen Souls became the number one contender for your title. Your record with him is fairly one-sided: you've defeated him in both singles and tag contests. What are your thoughts on facing him at Omega Effect?
Sarin: I regard every contender for my title with the utmost caution. If Fallen Souls thinks I've gone soft since we last fought, he's in for a very rude awakening. This title means more to me than anything. It's my last link to--
She coughs. Turning away from the cameras, she steadies herself with a few quick breaths. Charlotte chews her lower lip.
Sarin: Nothing, and I do mean nothing, could separate this title from me. Fallen Souls will have to strip it from my dead body.
Shivers race down Charlotte's spine. It's her turn to steady herself before she proceeds to the next question.
Charlotte: Speaking of which, Fallen Souls will be your special guest referee in your first title defense against Nick Durden. Are you concerned that his officiating will be less than impartial?
Sarin: Not really. For all his bombastic ways, I'm sure he'll do the right thing when the time comes. If not, I can guarantee that he'll be loosing a few teeth well before Omega Effect.
Charlotte: And lastly, if you could steal a kiss from--Sarin?!
For Sarin had sunk to her knees, grasping her temples in pain. She fights through the whirring images in her twinging mind, trying to sift through nonsense to make sense of what she's seeing.
Three men, one with sallow skin, are several yards away. Fear grips her heart like a frigid glove. She knows not their names--she has the sneaking suspicion that they are nameless--but she knows their purpose: to catch and detain her.
And as quickly as it had come, the headache is gone. With great effort, Sarin rises to her feet, Charlotte hovering over her in alarm.
Charlotte: Are you alright? What on earth just happened?
Sarin: I'm fine, honest. I just need some rest. Excuse me...
She brushes past the camera crew, making for her trailer. Charlotte looks on in bewilderment...if she didn't know any better, she could swear Sarin just saw a ghost...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:36:26 GMT -5
Segment: The People's Messiah (Credit: Black & White)
The camera fades in to a desert wasteland, and the shot seems like it was taken either when ACW visited Iraq, or at least a place that would mimic the Middle East. Heatwaves can be seen in the background, and it's clearly a hostile atmosphere, even without anything notable actually happening in the shot. There are a couple of sand dunes in the background, abnormally high, and out of shape, as though they were manmade. And indeed it appears as they are, as the sand begins to slowly trickle down, and suddenly rushes down into the ground, into what must be a trap door. The sand oncoveres a standing sarcophagus, beautiful in shape. It's carved out of wood, like a Native American traditional carving, but with the cubism empted into Egyptian art. The camera zooms in to the legs of the sarcophagus, where two legs are seen, but more interestingly, so are two wrestling boots. Amongst the beautfiul artwork, the camera slowly pans upwards to see a wrestler in a trademark stance, with his hands out, ready for battle. The camera pans up again, and we see the face of a well-known wreslter; Senator Steve Phillips is the man, and his carving face looks extremely focused. A creak is heard, and the sarcophagus opens. The camera pans back to capture a full view, and we witness "Black & White" wearing a full Egyption pharaoh outfit. His eyes are shut, and arms crossed over his chest. The camera closes in on "Black & White"'s face, and his eyes open wide, glaring into the camera.
After a couple of seconds, he relaxes. closing his eyes, and beginning to speak.
Black & White: Mr. Phillips, I am most disappointed at your silence over the past week. One genuinely expected One to at least acknowledge his accomplishments. It's a bit unsettling that you chose to slip your career out of the back door, without a mere footnote.
He pauses, adjusting the headpiece before resuming the crossed over the chest position.
Black & White: I have broken you, Mr. Phillips. I have ended your career with a mere football tackle. They say it started with a wimper and ended with a bang, but the only bang you received was my foot connecting with you ankle. It's quite pathetic how you refuse to even let your adoring fans give you one final opportunity to say their goodbyes, before you gallop, or hop, or be helped on your way into the sunset. What's even unsettling however is that I have taken it upon my exceedingly busy schedule to give you a most fitting retirement reception, next week on Meltdown. I think you'll find it shall be organised by myself, and I have already created the guestlist and arrangements, so no need to worry. You daren't even turn up yourelf.
He smirks to himself.
Black & White: So you must be wondering, why is Oneself standing in a sarcophagus carved as yourself? Well one could assume One wants to be "inside you", but I'm beyond those silly sex games. I figured you wouldn't be one to push for that kind of motive anyways. Instead, I shall tell you the tale about a young child named TutenKhamun. The young rapscalion was the king of one of the first great Empires, the lands of Ancient Egypt, at the tender age of just 9. A kingdom at his feet, and one that could serve him all his powers and earn him the luxeries that only a true king could have. But the truth be told, he only lived 9 years as king, before an unknown injury caused his death. Now I am by no means suggesting a mere ankle injury would cause your 'death', in the truest sense, but in a metaphorical sense, the injury One gave to you is the death of your career. You have spent much your life fighting against the top opposition, earning the top prizes, and some would question your legitimacy at being there. The vast majority of us stuck under the glass ceiling which you wrestled upon, unable at being granted one single shot at that exclusive club.
He pauses again, suddenly opening his eyes into that fixed glare.
Black & White: One's injury to you is the people getting one over their unrighteous and unworthy king. Your injury is a symbol of the statue collapsing, and the end of a career spoonfed with simple opponents, backstages politics and propagangda. No more will One's people be overlooked by the likes of yourself, and One's people will finally get their shot at glory.
With that, Black & White lets out a sinister laugh, and the sarcophagus slams shut.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:37:01 GMT -5
Match 4: Scott Andrews vs. Danny Mainer (Credit: Scott Andrews)
The crowd get into their seats to watch the next exciting contest of Warfare.
The lights drop to darkness and the commentators shut their mouths and the crowd go into a silence as a bass-line echoes throughout the arena for about 22 seconds. Feint voices can be heard as the drums kick in raising things dramatically. At about 35 seconds the music kicks in full and the a sole-spot light hits the stage. Danny Mainer walks out lifelessly in a black waist coat with a skeleton patch on the left side and black tights with silver blades lined across his tights accompanied by two black boots, Mainer stands out dropping his head, spreading his legs slightly and spreading his arms at length. He raises his arms, hands slightly drooping as his arms go higher and higher. At about 1:22 the music kicks into effect again and the lights fly up, Danny sprints down the aisle with a completely cold look on his face as pyro’s shoot up along the ramp in time with his run.
Phillip Jones: And from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 183 pounds. He is Xtreme Intensity 8000, the state of the art DAAAAAANNNY MAIIIINER!
As Danny’s music dies the crowd wait for his opponent.
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.
Phillip: And from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 233 pounds he is the Scarlet Assassin, Scott AAANNDREEWWSSS!
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.
*These two have extensive knowledge of technical holds and grapples and don’t hesitate to show their skills as they lock up in a collar elbow tie up. Scott, with his size advantage, is able to back Danny into the corner and hold him there until the referee breaks the hold. Scott backs away and lets Danny come to him. He extends his hand and waits for Danny to connect his fingers with his own and enter into a second tie up.
Scott’s size advantage allows him to push Danny backwards into a bridge. Danny then pushes back and comes back to his feet before a fast kick to the stomach releasing one hand and performing an arm wrench. Scott drops to one knee as his arm is bent further in the wrong direction. Scott then lucha rolls before kipping up and countering into an arm wrench of his own. Danny then cartwheels to escape the hold and Scott swings a right clothesline which is ducked by Danny who counters with a middle kick. Scott catches his leg and so an Enziguiri is attempted.
Scott dodges under the flying limb and Danny lands on his free foot, facing away from Scott. Scott grabs his hips to go for a German Suplex, but Danny grabs his wrists and pushes down and eventually breaks the grip. He whips Scott into the ropes and jumps over him as he rebounds. Scott then ducks a spin kick on the second rebound, but on the third attempt Danny runs the opposite ropes and both men go for a clothesline at the same time, simultaneously knocking them both to the mat.*
McNally:[/color] What an exchange! These are two of ACW’s finest technical wrestlers!
Edison:[/color] Damn right they are!
*As they hit the ground, both arms land on their opponents chests and a double count begins which is broken at the two count by both men rolling their shoulders up.*
McNally:[/color] I didn’t think that would be the end there. We need to see more action from these two! And I’m sure the fans do too!
*The two men slowly get up to their feet. Danny manages to get up first and as Scott begins to rise off his knee, Danny delivers a couple of forearm strikes before whipping Scott to the ropes. Scott hooks himself onto the ropes as to not rebound and Danny charges. Scott ducks down and tosses Danny to the outside with a back body drop.*
McNally:[/color] Scott taking Mainer to the outside!
Edison:[/color] Time to get busy!
*Scott drops down and rolls out, Stone Cold Steve Austin style. Mainer rests on the barrier and Scott approaches him. The Scarlet Assassin positions Mainer and lets out a backhand chop that resonates throughout the arena. The fans “WOOO!” as Scott prepares for a second chop.*
Edison:[/color] It sounds like a gun shot! Damn!
*Scott sends out another chop and Danny drops to one knee. The crowd once again let out a “WOOO!” as Scott confidently rearranges his tights. He then grabs Danny by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He goes for a right hand, but it’s blocked and The Krazy Bladesman slices Scott with his Crushingly Quick Combo before catching his breath again. Scott lies on the mat, only slightly moving after the superkick.*
Edison:[/color] KAPOW!
McNally:[/color] Scott was too confident and under estimated the resilience of Danny Mainer.
*Danny, after resting for a short time, pulls Scott up and rolls him into the ring. Andrews grabs at his head, obviously in pain. Danny enters the ring and looks at Scott before looking at the top rope and back to Scott again. The crowd cheer him on as he jumps to the top rope and nails the Falling From Grace moonsault.*
McNally:[/color] This could be it!
*The referee counts once, twice, and almost thrice before Scott lifts his shoulder.
Danny sits up, rather fatigued looking, and catches his breath again before lifting Scott to his feet and whipping him into the turnbuckle. Danny makes his way over to the Cold Blooded Killer and ascends the ropes with Scott between his legs. He begins punching Scott and the crowd chant along with the strikes until the 10th one is about to connect. Scott throws up an arm to block the strike and punches Mainer in the gut before kicking him in the shoulder, sending him crashing down to the mat. Scott stands and gets to the top turnbuckle.*
McNally:[/color] What’s Scott going for here?!
*Scott turns outwards and points his fingers to his head in a gun taunt before launching backwards with a graceful Suisault.*
Edison:[/color] SUISAAAAAUUUUULLLTT!!!
*Scott gets a near three count only to have Danny kick out at the last moment. Both men seem quite worn out at this point, and Scott takes his time getting up to his feet. He kicks the bottom rope in frustration.*
McNally:[/color] I hope Scott doesn’t lose his cool here, Eddie.
Edison:[/color] Could be game over if he does!
*The Scarlet Assassin moves over to Danny and pulls him up by his hair. Scott hits a right. Danny hits a right. Scott hits a right. Danny throws a right; Scott blocks it and hits another of his own. Scott then grabs Danny’s arm and pulls him closer to hit several elbow strikes before whipping him into the ropes. Danny bounces off them and comes back to duck a Lariat Of Revenge attempt. Scott gets his footing again a bit too late and is on the receiving end of a leaping Bladers Sunrise, sending both men to the mat.*
McNally:[/color] What a move from Mainer! This could be the beginning of the end for Andrews if Danny can capitalise!
*Danny slowly gets up and moves towards Scott’s upper torso and locks in a Cross Armbreaker.*
Edison:[/color] Guerilla Vice! He’s clinched it in!
*Scott struggles and screams in pain as Danny wrenches on his arm. He wriggles around trying to escape the simple but very effective move.*
McNally:[/color] Will Andrews tap?!
*Inch by inch Scott moves closer and closer to the rope. He throws his arm out to reach it, but comes up just short of it. He moves a bit closer and tries again, this time getting the result he wanted.*
Edison:[/color] Scott is free!
*Danny is made to release the hold and Scott rolls away clenching at his arm and shaking it to try and relieve the pain. Danny wastes no time and goes straight for Andrews again. He picks him up in hopes of hitting his finisher. Mainer throws a middle kick, but Scott blocks it and throws it back down before throwing one of his own which Danny catches. He doesn’t have enough time to counter as Scott flings around and hits the Reload!*
McNally:[/color] Capitalise, Scott!
*Scott scrambles over and pins Danny. The referee counts one, two, and only just misses the mat on the third attempt as Danny kicks out. Scott covers his face with his hands in disappointment.*
McNally:[/color] Close but no cigar!
Edison:[/color] What does Scott have to do?!
*Both men have traded their signature manoeuvres in hopes of clinching the match, but both have come up short. Scott kneels on the ground and his face begins to go red. He clenches his fists and lets out a loud yell as Danny gets up and approaches.*
Edison:[/color] FURY MODE EEEENGAAAAAAGE!!!
*Mainer doesn’t quite know what to make of it and hesitates to attack and this only allows Scott to stand and begin unleashing his inner anger on Danny with countless rights, elbows, and forearm strikes before whipping the dazed Mainer into the corner. He raises his fist as the audience cheer on the Scarlet Assassin. Scott runs to land his deadly Shining Wizard; the final move in his Fury Mode Flurry. He gets two feet away from Danny before Mainer lands a spinning back kick and hinders Scott long enough to hit the Thundercrash. Danny slowly rolls over to Scott and with a sluggish heave of his arm covers Scott’s chest to get the three count.*
McNally:[/color] A spectacular match and a spectacular counter attack from Mainer sees him topple Andrews at the last moment!
Edison:[/color] I was on the edge of my seat, Max!
Phillip: Here is your winner, DANNY MAAAAIIINNEERRR!!!
Danny kneels and raises his arms as the fans cheer on both men for a good performance. Scott doesn’t take it lying down however and kicks the turnbuckle pad multiple times before leaving the ring in a huff and pulling at his hair in frustration. Danny celebrates as Scott stomps up the ramp.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:37:47 GMT -5
Reserved for Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:38:18 GMT -5
Segment: The Gutter (Credit: Sarin)
A Memory:
Mama divides her small rice portion, giving you the larger half. Though her stomach grows gnarled from hunger, each of your panicked wails sound like brutal gunfire. In the streets of Agra, it is impossible to find honest work as a single mother. She made poor decisions, surely, but would Allah allow her daughter to die? Her growling tummy steers her to the secret stash of rupees hidden in a straw mattress, enough to purchase a chicken coop. No more gruel. No more sticky rice. She shudders, emaciated body wracked with heaving sobs. This money can never be spent on food. It is her daughter's only hope for salvation. Several thousand miles away is the Eden that was forever denied to her. You're not sure why Mama's knees buckle on the way to the market place. Perhaps it is the lump Mama found on her breast dragging her down. It didn't look particularly heavy to you. Mama rests her head on the curb. You fret over her body, lying among stink in the gutter. No one notices the last moment you have with your Mama. With a small smile and a gentle kiss, she is gone. Who would do this to her? A Dream:
You're a young girl again. Your body is devoid of scars. You are smooth, innocent. You are a lamb. Mama comes and carries you home. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:39:24 GMT -5
Segment: Wrestling Royalty Returns? (Credit: ??) As the excitement pulls back into banter of the anxious crowd, the entire arena grows dark as a single shamisen plays a deep, melodic tune. The Alpha-tron glows with lavender and then shorts out. The sounds of a television not set an the right channel tunes in and then out, clicking on the Alpha-Tron again to various news reports. Random anchor: She has entertained many men and women around the world... it switches again.Random talk-show host: Selling countless albums, starring in movies... it switches once moreRandom award announcer: She is the self-proclaimed first real lady of ACW...she is... The Alpha-tron switches off and then the lavender screen glows once more showing the crowd:~The Empress~ 06/09/08 Fade.
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