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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:33:06 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown June 19, 2008
Spring Tour 2008: The Road to Omega Effect IV Edmonton, Alberta, Canada Rexall Place (Capacity: 11,000)
Schedule of Match: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
AC Evans vs. Mystery Opponent
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Jake Cheng and Ross Lambert vs. Danny Mainer and James Murphy
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Scott Andrews vs. Jonny Hughes
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G-Unit vs. The Fashion Express - Second Round Tag Team Title Tournament Match
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BK London vs. Mr. Red - Hardcore Match
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:40:50 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Sudden Impact (Credit: Jake Steele/ Reprobate/ Jason Freeman/ Kudo)
ACW makes their way into the 15th, and nearly final stop on the World Tour, as we pull into possibly our coldest environment yet. Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Yet the hatred that lies within the ACW Superstars may be the coldest aspect of tonight’s show, as descent is the theme of this week’s Meltdown. We fly into harsh weathers, and even harsher feelings as the show’s first scene opens up…
The first scene is inside of the open arena, fans are cheering heavily as they await for the first match to open up, or a segment… but instead they get the man who they least wanted to see, as the infamous sound of money being counted echoes through the arena to a huge chorus of boos, followed by the theme entrance…
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
CAKE!
... I need da' cake nigga ...
"Cake" by Lloyd Banks continues to play as the camera cuts over to the side stage, where smoke starts to pillow out from it. A few moments pass, and Steele raises from the stage popping his collar, and counting money, by his side Destiny Mason who has a tight lock on his arm, while looking seductive. Steele lets go of her and walks down the stage to the beat of "Cake" and he laughs out to the crowd who are booing him so heavily as he styles down the ramp.
Steele jumps on the apron and counts money in front of the crowd, while Destiny slowly, and seductively gets in the ring, licking her lips while stepping in. Steele waits for her to enter, and slides in before standing up and walking to the middle of the ring, still counting money to the crowd.. As they jeer towards him, for his disgusting actions last week. Steele stops counting, and hands the money to Destiny, as she takes it and slides it into his shirt. Steele blows a kiss to her and tells her to go the back, as Steele then goes over to a stagehand and demands a microphone, to which the stagehand obliges easily. Steele swipes it away and stands in the middle of the ring, looking into the crowd as they stay into jeer mode while he just shakes his head and talks over them.
Jake Steele: After all I did for ya’ll…
The crowd jumps into a even louder set of boos, as Steele smiles, getting exactly what he wants.
Steele: I bet ya’ll wonderin’… “Steele, why did you do it?”, “Steele, why turn on your own partner like dat’?” Steele this, and Steele that… Well, I’ll tell ya’ll… I did it… for The Rock.
The crowd erupts yet even louder at the familiar reference.
Steele: Nah, you all want answers… and I can do dat’. You see, despite further beliefs by ya’ll out there in the back, I really was injured, my le-.. My arm was all fucked up, and da’ doctors couldn’t clear me to wrestle. Freeman, I know you was pissed man, but hey, it is what it is. I was medically cleared just last week, but as you saw I needed a cast ova’ my arm for my match Monday. Turns out, shit came in handy… *The crowd boos, as Steele smiles on.*
I mean you had to see it comin’ Murphy… I hadn’t been in the ring for weeks, and you tryin’ to take my spot? Hell nah! It ain’t goin’ down like that, because ain’t nobody in this muthafucka’ takin my spot, and if somebody was, it damn sure ain’t gonna be no punk ass bitch like you! That’s why I kicked yo’ ass and loved every minute of it.
I mean I came out there, and Murphy you fought hard man, I gotta give it to ya’, but I used my amazing pull, and called a couple of my niggas to help me out just a lil’ bit… not my fault you a fool man! I played yo’ ass like a straight sucka! Haha yeah, and you never saw it comin’… just like lil ol’ punk ass Freeman, he came out runnin’ his mouth, and he got his ass WHOOPED! By The Reprobate, yeah, I love it when a plan comes together, and now I gotta thank the niggas who helped me out IN that plan… Aye Repro, bring yo’ self out here brah…
The camera moves over to the side of the ring, and turns to the guardrail as The Reprobate hops over the rail. Following him is his manager, The Sinister Minister. They both enter the ring to a mixed reaction. Steele hands The Reprobate the mic.
Reprobate: ...For every dollar that you people spend on T-Shirts... plastic belts... foam hands... and junk food... I've had to wrestle a match that physically kills me. For every child that you have, there's another child in the world that has no parent. For every gucci bag, cell phone, and parking ticket that you have to pay for... there is a day in my life packed with pain, loneliness, and sorrow. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being the dark corner of every room you've been in. I'm tired of being the stranger that you've met one thousand times before. I'm tired of being unnoticed and unwanted. I'm tired of never having a purpose. You know, there are children in this world that have never been noticed... aren't noticed now... and never will be noticed? I guess I was one of the lucky ones. I got attention. I got the other kids bullying... teasing... relentlessly beating me up and taking my lunch money. I'm tired of it. Things are going to change. For every dollar that you steal from a corporation, a kid, or a candy store... there will be an ounce of blood shed. For every dollar you spend on hookers... pornography... and drugs, there will be another match won. My dream is going to be recognized whether you want me to achieve it or not. I could never be that pretty boy. I could never be the total package. So instead of walking to your door in a nice uniform to deliver that package... I'm gonna ring your door bell and punch you in the face. I never had white picket fences or a front lawn to mowe. I never had that life. I wasn't groomed to be a world champion, I was groomed to be a jobber. No one expects me to be world champion. But if there's one thing in your life that you learn, learn this: Expect the unexpected. When it comes to surprises... The Impact Players cannot be outdone.
The Reprobate hands the mic over to Steele, and he walks over to the corner, and sits in it. Steele smiles and puts the mic to his mouth.
Steele: Yeahhh, that’s how its done! Lettin’ all these suckas know how it is. And to all of you fans who missed Warfare this past Monday, we got a special treat. The footage of ya’ hero, Jason Freeman, gettin’ his ass beat. Hey niggas in the back, roll that shit.
The replay ends and Steele is seen laughing his ass off with Sinister, as Reprobate stays in the corner, not moving a single facial muscle. His face showing intense determination, and pain. Steele continues to laugh as he picks the mic back up to his face.
Steele: Damn, dat’ shit gets betta’ every time man. Too bad Freeman couldn’t be here, or he would see the same thing! Because we are the Imp-…
Steele looks at the ramp in shock, as “Ugly” by the Exiles begins to blare through the arena, as the crowd frenzies into a humongous pop for the man who they thought wouldn’t make it to the show. Jason Freeman walks onto the main stage, with bandages on his head from the blood lost the past Monday. He has a microphone in hand, and he looks pissed, as Steele looks on still shocked from his presence.
Jason Freeman: Steele, this ends tonight. I don’t give a shit how many men you have behind you, because I’ll still get to you, and I will still make you regret EVERY. LAST. THING. YOU’VE DONE TO ME!!! You can hit me with chairs, and make me bleed, but I will not stop coming after you… my hate for you boils too deep into my BLOOD! AND SOON, I WILL HAVE YOUR BLOOD ON MY HANDS!
The crowd pops over Freeman’s comments, as Steele looks on.
Steele: If you ain’t scared… how ‘bout you bring yo’ ass to the ring and fight me right naw!
Freeman drops the microphone, and runs down to the ring pissed, as Steele begins to undo the buttons of his jacket. Freeman slides in ready to hit Steele but The Sinister Minister stops him as he throws his hand up. Freeman backs down for a moment, and listens to what he has to say, while Reprobate can be seen slyly beginning to rise up from the corner. Steele passes the microphone to The Sinister Minister.
Sinister Minister: What we have here, is what we in economics call... a win/win situation. Mr. Freeman... if you choose to take on these two men by your lonesome.... you will not only be beaten to a pulp, but you will be made a fool of. If you choose to turn your back and walk off, you will be the laughing stock of ACW. Either way, The Impact Players will have won this battle, and will no doubt only go on to be victor in the war, as they always are. Mr. Freeman, you have a choice to make. Choose wisely.
Freeman inches closer, but Sinister cuts him off.
Sinister Minister: But before you make that decision, allow me to elaborate. Upon creating a partnership with The Reprobate, Jake Steele... has made a deal... with the devil. Whenever you raise your fist to Jake Steele... you raise your fist to The Reprobate... you raise your fist to The Impact Players... you raise your fist... to the devil himself. If there's one thing to know about The Impact Players, it's that they can never be counted out... because they have strength... in numbers!
Minister begins to laugh, sinisterly. Suddenly, Freeman is taken out from behind by two smaller men. One looks to be Asian, the other white. The white man wearing red, the Asian wearing black. The Asian man gives a devastating and thunderous kick to the back of Freeman's head, which knocks him out cold. The Asian man points to the top rope, which the white man climbs. The Asian man drags Freeman near the rope, which the white man plummets off of, hitting a moonsault on Freeman. Both men pose, and Minister raises the mic.
Sinister Minister: To my left... from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada... Johnny Blaze. To my right... from Tokyo, Japan... Pride! Ladies and Gentlemen.... with our powers combined... I present to you... The International Incident!
Sinister laughs sinisterly yet again, as he hands the mic over to Steele.
Steele: Blaze, Pride, set this nigga up… we got a contract to sign!
Pride and Blaze grab the bloody, and battered body of Freeman, and hold him up by his arms. Steele leaves the ring and walks over to Phillip Jones, asking for the “project” as Sinister walks up Freeman, and snatches the bandage off of his face, Freeman screams out as Sinister licks the dry blood from the bandage then throws it away. Steele slides back into the ring with a contract in one hand, and the mic in the other. He walks up to Freeman and smiles as he turns the mic around and bashes the bottom of it into Freeman’s skull! Freeman yells out, while blood drips down from his forehead as he tries to break free, but Steele punches him in the gut. Steele backs up a bit and speaks.
Steele: You still tryin’ ya best to fight back… It’s aight though, because I got this contract. Which was faxed over to me by Chairman Gingerdude himself. It states that once signed by both participants, we will have a match at Omega Effect Four… and I already signed my name… now it’s time for you to sign… in ya’ own blood.
Steele watches as blood continues to pour down from Freeman’s face, as he walks over to him and smears his hand across his face, covering his hand in blood. Steele takes the contract and signs Freeman’s name into it, as he throws down the contract, and the mic, grabbing Freeman by the jaw talking directly into his face.i]
Steele: Omega Effect. One Week. Ya’ days are numbered son. I got the Impact Playaz and The Internationah’ Incident on my side… the question is… who you got?
Just as Steele and the rest of IP look on with grins on their faces, very familiar music begins to play over the loudspeakers…
Poison.
The 5 men standing in the ring look on with surprise and just a hint of confusion, but the fans know exactly who's coming out from the back and begin to cheer wildly as the recently returned Kudo Yasuda charges down the ramp and slides into the ring. He springs back up quickly and almost by instinct, Pride runs after Kudo looking to defend their position, but Kudo dodges him and instead spiral dropkicks Blaze in the sternum which sends him out of the ring. Kudo turns back around and sees Pride rushing after him again, but Kudo strikes him with a vicious Yakuza Knee, setting off a big crowd reaction. The momentum convincingly takes Pride out of the ring making the International Incident wary of the knee heard round the world.
The Impact Players don't wait for an explanation as the Minister, Reprobate and Steele head back to the ramp and try and make things out from there. Kudo makes sure the coast is clear before tending to Freeman, still bleeding on the mat. Jake Steele grabs the mic that Freeman left on the ramp and begins to question the event that just took place.
Steele: Hold on! Hold on just a goddamn second! I don’t know who the hell you are, but I’ll tell ya’ like this… you ain’t even a problem right now, I ain’t even tryin’ to worry about you. Because I got this muthafucka‘ right here!
Steele smirks and holds up the Omega Effect match contract up, still freshly covered in Freeman's blood.
Steele: So you betta’ just tell Freeman to be ready cause this ain't none of your damn business!!
Kudo grabs the mic still in the ring.
Kudo: None of my business? I'm making it my business. Since the moment I left and have since returned, I've seen the same thing that has been poisoning ACW and fair competition for years: people like you and your numbers game and your weapons trying to scrounge out false victories. You leave your opponent down here lying in his own blood made not by the force of your strikes but by the edge of a steel chair. What's to gain by winning like that? Where's the honor in doing something like that?
Steele: Honor?! Man what the hell are you talkin' about? This ain‘t about no damn honah! You just need to talk yo‘ ass to back where you came from, because you don’t know me son, and I don’t know you, so you stickin’ ya nose into personal business!
Steele is about to turn around to head back up the ramp when Kudo stops him.
Kudo: You really have no idea do you? You're carrying that contract up like some sort of prize, but you haven't read a word of what's written on there have you?
This catches Steele's attention and he begins to look at the contract, trying to read through the blood stains.
Kudo: Having trouble reading are we? Don't worry let me clarify things for you. You see you were right when you said you don't know me and I don't know you. But I'm going to be looking forward to Omega Effect, because we'll get to know each other much better - Seeing as how I've volunteered to be the special enforcer for your battle against Jason Freeman.
The crowd erupts in cheers as Steele stops flipping through the pages of the contract and merely stares back at Kudo in genuine shock.
The segment fades out with Kudo leaning over the ropes casually and smiling back through the Impact Players at Jake Steele.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:42:54 GMT -5
Title: Through Your Bleeding...(Credit: A.C. Evans)
Regardless..
The scene opens up with that word being spoken. It's the soft voice of A.C. Evans. We are taken to the scene of a park. A.C. Evans sits alone on a bench. It's dark in this park, not a person around. About twenty feet from his stands a light post, illuminating a certain area of the walkway. Rather than standing in the light, A.C. Evans sits in the dark. He is wearing a white collared shirt and a white pair of jeans. It's his typical get up which symbolizes his "purity". He begins to speak again in his soft voice..
A.C. EVANS:[/color] Regardless of what you may believe to be true, it doesn't exist. If you believe in luck, it isn't real. It's time that somebody sets this record straight. Your religious beliefs, all wrong. You go to your God on a whim. Whenever you need something you ask him. Whenever something bad has happened to you, you go to him for "guidance". But all you really want is a way out. All you really are asking for is for him to fix things, so you can just break them again. You treat God as a piece of trash. You treat God as a way to fix your problems. You treat God as if YOU created HIM. The arrogance that you people have is baffling. This arrogance, however, fits society well. The arrogance that I speak of, is that you believe that you are worthy of God. You believe that you are worthy enough to twist and shape your God into whatever you want him to be. That is the arrogance which will be the downfall of society.
He looks around the park. Not a person is seen. Not on movement, except for the trees as they are pushed in the direction which the winds wish them to move.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] This arrogance is personified in my rival at this moment, Thunder Train. He has the audacity to attack me after I had won yet another match. He put me out of attack for two weeks. He saw me as a threat to his title. Furthermore, he saw me as a threat to his well-being. He knew that the power that I possessed would simply hurt him, in more ways than one. He knew that I was the man who would put him out of action. So what did he do? He attacked. A simple mind really. But he made the biggest mistake of them all. He left me breathing. He left my body in tact. He didn't finish the job. And now, he wants to throw me a curve ball at me. He wants me to go through another one of his hand selected opponents and if I win, I'll get my retribution. I deserve a match with him, after his attacks. So, Thunder Train, you can throw anyone you want at me..because I will stand victorious.
He stands up from the bench and again looks around the park. In the distance, he sees a young couple walking. The man holds his significant other close to him as Evans looks back down, not showing his eyes.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] Through my bleeding, I become purified. Through my bleeding, I find my strength. Through my bleeding, I become One. Through your bleeding, you will find salvation...Through your bleeding, you will find misery and I...I will find bliss..
He walks off as the scene fades to black.
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Segment: Taking things back to basics (Credit: G-Unit)
NOTE: This beginning part is not seen on camera. When the interview actually begins, that’s what would be seen by public.
We begin with everybodies favourite set of boys that’s commonly known as g4 Network, it appears to be that Gooey and Jonny are giving a “pep” talk to them as if something important is going to go down soon.
Jonny: So you guys are ready?
Gary & Gooner: Yup. Ready.
Both Gooey and Jonny look at each other and nod as they exit the room through the door.
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The scene opens up with Gooner and Gary exiting the room first followed by Gooey and Jonny. The crowd can be heard popping for the 4 as they make their way over to Charlotte who is standing there with a mic.
Charlotte: At this time, I would like to introduce possibly one of the greatest tag team…
Jonny & Gooey: ahem…
Charlotte: er…the best… tag team in ACW history capturing the tag titles an astonishing 4 times…G-Unit.
The crowd pops once again.
Charlotte: So guys, how are we doing tonight?
Jonny: We’re doing fine thanks, how are you?
Charlotte: I’m good thanks, if you don’t mind I got a couple questions I would like to ask if I may,
Gooey: Go nuts.
Charlotte: Starting off in this tournament, you were considered the underdogs going into it because of how you guys haven’t wrestled together in what seemed to be ages. But you eliminated 2 favourites so far. Any comments?
Jonny: I’ll take it, well you see it’s just like this. Gooey and I, we work amazing as a team. We flow together in the ring, like Niagara Falls does each and every day. See, I will admit that I am not the best wrestler as it shows last Monday when I lost to whatshisface. Even though he got lucky, that’s all that is needed to get by when out there. But as a unit we will stand and we will conquer when it matters.
Charlotte: Like tonight?
Gooey: Exactly. Whether it is Jonny or I, we will get revenge on whatshisface and deal with Mr. Pretty boy before he gets a chance to deal with us, so we can come out victorious.
Charlotte: I see, I see. Now if I may Gooner and Gary, what is it like to team with Jonny and Gooey?
Gary: It’s great.
Charlotte: …why’s that?
Gooner: Because… they got video games
Gary: and food too!
Jonny gives a nudge to the back of Gary.
Gary: And they are great guys too.
Gary looks back at Jonny, Jonny gives the a-ok sign, while Charlotte ends the interview and the segment fades to black.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:43:50 GMT -5
Segment: Dreamer's Avenue (Credit: FSX)
Not every day can be a good one, despite what kind of a mighty high you might be experiencing at most intervals. Really it's quite unfortunate that this happens to be the case, for if it wasn't the world could really be a wonderful place. But of course eventually things would get painfully boring if there was never anything to disappoint you, and happiness is all that you ever experienced. Regardless of this it's very likely that you hope this is the case when you get up in the morning, and could only wish that the bad day you had just experienced had never occurred. Some might even grant that wish in a backward world, but then there would be nothing to entertain the masses with. We can't have that, can we?
Of course not! Which is exactly why Fallen Souls is once again bound for a series of zany experiences that will really put a strain on him once again. Some might think that he brings such things upon himself based off all that he chooses to do, and his utter refusal to follow the norm, but that is not at all the case. Well, sometimes it is...but for the moment it isn't. Today the misery is brought by his simple desire to fight for the title that has always been so far from his grasp in the past, and take one single shot at becoming great. Unfortunately, it seems that next to no one agrees that he should receive such a chance. Whether they be settled in their ways, or simply believe that Fallen doesn't have what it takes, many have attempted to sabotage his opportunity so far. Seeing that Omega Effect is now fast approaching, does it come as any real surprise that someone else is taking a swing at sabotaging him now? Didn't think so...Especially considering it's the one person most intent on ruining him!
FSX: Ugh...why the hell do I even have to be here today? I'm not booked or anything, and it's not as if anyone here even needs me! But nooo...force me to go to Canada and show up to every show?! That's fucking ridiculous!
Seems he's a bit crude today as well...perhaps it has something to do with the fact he doesn't appear to have really slept in the past few days...in fact, if someone didn't know Fallen they might have even said that the man has never slept a day in his life, as his eyes seem have grown quite baggy as his face seemed to lack any kind of color. Cursing softly to himself as he dragged himself along through the back, Fallen would hazily take a look up as he approached what could only be assumed as his own locker room, gingerly pushing at the door as he didn't even attempt to grab the handle.
FSX: Great...now the door is broken, and I won't have anywhere to sleep the night away! This sucks...why does everything have to happen to me? Just coincidence? No...the world is rigged and riddled with conspiracy! Everyone is out to get me!
Gasping for a moment as he jumped up for no apparent reason, Fallen would begin to slowly walk around in circles before coming to a stop, seeming to ponder to himself why he just did such a thing...after all, it didn't really make any sort of sense. Deciding it was just a coincidence that he did something for no apparent reason Fallen would give up on getting into his locker for the moment, instead aimlessly making his way through the backstage area as he passed many that were well prepared for the competition of the evening!
FSX: Everyone sure seems busy....guess they actually have a good reason to be here tonight, unlike SOME people..though I won't name names..because it's basically just myself, and it's weird to name yourself when your trying to make a point...Why do I always talk to myself? That's really weird...
Rather then spend a large amount of time thinking about the obvious problems that he happens to have, Fallen simply shakes his head and does his best to forget all about them, closing his eyes as he didn't even want to see the problems!..though that didn't make any sense. After all, with his eyes closed it wasn't very long before he found himself letting out a yawn and narrowly avoiding disaster on many occasions, several individuals narrowly dodging him as he wandered on by, visible flashing lights to imply explosions seen off camera!...though...he might of just accidentally messed up some kind of spot light or something, seeing no sound was heard from all of this.
FSX: Ugh...Sarin doesn't have to show up for all of the shows, so why do I? That hardly seems fair...she gets time to rest, but I don't? I deserve some sleep time too...don't I? Mmn....sleep...
Groaning softly at the mention of sleep, his walking would soon become a sort of crawling as he slowly made his way to the floor, moving forth slower and slower as time went on before he eventually came to a complete stop, wrapping his arms loosely around someone's legs as he cuddled with them a bit and appeared to drift off to dream land, a small smile appearing on his face as he rested there and enjoyed his slumber. This was nice...and as long as whoever he happened to be sleeping on didn't mind he would be able to get some rest! However, the sound of snickering in the background was beginning to annoy him..who would find this so funny? Snarling softly as it didn't desist, Fallen would eventually open an eye and take a look up to just who he was holding onto, seeming at a loss for words as he saw who it was....what are the chances?
Ginger: I always imagined there would come a time that you would grovel at my feet, but I didn't imagine you'd be so affectionate about it. Really is sweet...of course in the most sad and overwhelmingly hilarious fashion.
FSX: Uh....um....aha! I have captured you, before you can possibly go ahead and carry forth with your evil plans! Now you must stop and be entrapped here for a few hours..or so...you'll know when it's over.
Hiding his embarrassment the best he could as he attempted to turn this into a show of strength, Fallen would grip tighter onto Ginger's legs as many would shake their head in disappointment at the scene by the number one contender, especially as he seems to be drifting off back to sleep quite fast after a few moments, letting out a yawn as he shifts and closes his eyes. Not about to deal with this more then a moment longer, Ginger nudged and kicked Fallen lightly if just to get the man off of him, utterly disgusted by all of this.
Ginger: Alright, it's becoming annoying fast. Get the hell off of me before I get you thrown out of the building! Who do you think you are to put your hands on me anyway?! I can fire you for something like this!!
FSX: Really? That seems pretty excessive, don't you think?
Ginger: Well of course it is, but that's the damn point! I'm not about to accept one of my employees sleeping on the job, especially if it involves clinging onto my legs like a damn baby! Get up and be a man already!
Hesitating for a moment, if only due to his natural desire to not listen to a word he is told by the Chairman, Fallen does seem to come to the realization quite fast that he is making a fool of himself and return to his feet. Quite flustered at the moment, Fallen would simply grin and try to play it off cool as he stared to the Chairman, having trouble remaining on a solid base as an urge within him to sleep was quite strong at the moment.
FSX: Fine....way to be a spoil sport, though. I just wanted to get some rest, you know? Is that really so much to ask? I mean, I don't even know why I'm here tonight. I'm not booked, and I've made my point to Sarin time and time again without capturing her attention..thus she's clearly afraid of me and in hiding! Or...something...
Ginger: Well, I could of let you rest...but then we'd be in store for an even WORSE Omega Effect then we are right now! Seriously, you've made this one of the most pathetic shows in the history of the business! Am I supposed to be happy about all the hate mail I'll end up getting about your lazy ass? About the fact that such a pitiful person is in the Main Event? I don't think so! The least you can do is get a work out in or something! You haven't trained whatsoever for this damn match yet, and if you want to be a sloppy idiot you can do it in someone's backyard!
Smirking softly to himself as he believes a verbal beat down has just been delivered to a fantastic degree, Ginger appears quite pleased with himself as a notable sense of superiority was in the air, looking down his nose to Fallen as the number one contender didn't appear to fully absorb what was just said to him right away, staring off with a dazed look on his face for a moment before slowly becoming agitated. Talk about a pathetic reaction rate!
FSX: ....I don't think I'm following what your getting at here, but it's starting to sound like you think I'm out of shape or something...For your information I'm ALWAYS putting my body through vigorous training, and there rarely comes a time that I get a break from all the hard work that I'm obviously always putting in!
Ginger: You say this and your falling asleep in the middle of the day? Am I supposed to believe that your at the absolute peak of your physical limits when you can't even deal with some damn sleep deprivation?! That's pathetic! Even a damn jobber knows how to deal with sleep deprivation! Your a wreck, and an embarrassment to this company...but I can't fire you for it. All I can do is taunt you constantly, until you break down like a little girl and do something about it.
Seeming to have awoken a rage within him, Ginger would smile as Fallen used up what little energy he had to stare at Ginger menacingly and begin to hop from foot to foot, not about to be spoken down too well he was aware just what was being said, especially if he didn't believe any of it to be true! Taking in a deep breathe, Fallen would stop his movement for a motion, before bringing forth the mental power to be witty and pull off a rant. After all, what could be more exhausting?
FSX: Well...you know what? Fine! I'll go and work out right now! In fact, I'll train in the only way that is truly appropriate of someone who could possibly maybe feasibly win the World Title! THAT'S RIGHT, I'M GONNA DO A MONTAGE!!!...How do you feel about that? A little taste of the Eighties? Yeah, I bet you'll like that! Just you wait and see!
Raising his hand in the air and seeming to freeze in motion as he breaks a pose, Ginger stares to him blankly as he doesn't make a single effort to leave. Not quite sure if he actually had any intent too, the Chairman would slowly move out a hand to push Fallen a bit and encourage him to scurry off, before having to jump back as Fallen suddenly came too and sprinted right by him, actually in a dash as he makes his way down the hall. It sure was easy to influence to mind of someone that was at a loss of thought...but despite the ease Ginger still found the fact very satisfying, smiling to himself as he shook his head at the sight and began to walk off himself. Just what did he have planned this time around? It was always something..and with time running out, it must be something big.
Ginger: ....He really is an idiot, isn't he..? Oh well...when the guys run into him later they should have no trouble beating him into shape, even if it means he won't be able to compete when Omega Effect rolls around...just a coincidence...not my doing.
Apparently going with the route which will supply a patsy for whatever may happen, this could be the most dangerous thing to occur yet! Could Fallen be in for the challenge of a lifetime from the individuals that Ginger hired to do such business? Or did he find someone cheap in the paper from Canada and hope they knew what they were doing? Since it's Fallen we're talking about, more then likely it's the latter! But will that be enough? Or will Fallen go ahead and jump another hurdle on the road to Omega Effect? Only time will tell..but if history has taught us anything it's that Ginger always fails, and Fallen always gets hurt...
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:44:38 GMT -5
Questioning the System Danny Mainer/Jake Cheng It’s a cold night in the ACW building and sure as anything. Danny Mainer walks down in a long trailing black cloak, which hides the clothes underneath if he is indeed wearing any. The cloak covers his entire body and trails along the floor behind him and he looks like The Grim Reaper, but the hood on it is down and following behind him is the ever-loyal Dimitri Rubrev, the new manager of yours truly. We’re hoping for the worlds sake that Danny Mainer ISN’T naked because we’re in Canada and that would be awkward as shit because it’s freezing. Walking down the end of this corridor backstage is none other then The Chinese Phenom, Jake Cheng and WHAM. You know something bad is going to happen when they catch each others eyes and they walk towards each other at a heightened speed. Dimitri sprints up to catch with the B-lining State of the Art chuckling like a mad man. Dimitri: OHOHO! FIGHT! Fucking BRILLIANT! My mother will LOVE to hear about this.The two stop about half a metre away from each other and stare their Omega Effect opponents in the eye and the electricity sparks everywhere. The cold eyes meet and tension builds rapidly. After a few gripping moments of dramatic pausing Danny finally takes this moment, throttles it and brings out some words. Danny: Y’know Jaker. Considering we’re rivals and whatnot we’ve not seen much of each other, have we?Jake: More then Sarin and FSX. Danny: Word.The two after that agreement just carry on walking as if nothing happened. Dimitri looks disappointed that there was no brawl, which he was hoping greatly for Danny to beat up the Phenom, but he didn’t. Jake was alone in this encounter. They both carry on with their business as the screen turns black. FADE
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:45:46 GMT -5
Segment: Convenience (Credit: Sarin)
Last seen dominating a hapless guitar-wielding sociopath, the former Fallout Women's Champion Adrienne Frost saunters about the Rexall backstage area, enjoying the perks of a continued relationship with her sister federation Alpha Championship Wrestling. In town for a fetish modeling gig, the she-devil had been contacted by ACW to do promotional work in Edmonton.
Still brandishing a high powered black whip with all the pomp and show of a divinely-inspired autocrat, Adrienne indiscriminately lashes the bottoms of several backstage workers, delighting in their squeals of shock and (sometimes) mocked outrage. It is her misfortune, however, that she snaps her wrist in the direction of a woman clad in a floor-length ankle skirt commonly worn by practicioners of Wicca or the otherwise fanatically impoverished. The 'dominated' woman turns, catching the no-longer-smirking Adrienne with her crazy eyes.
Adrienne: I know you; you're--!
Sarin: An aneurysm.
The current World Champion possesses no shortage of tranquility, though Adrienne flinches as if slapped by a particularly fussy cat.
Adrienne: What on earth does that mean?
Sarin: On your knees.
No sooner are the words spoken that Adrienne complies, dropping to one knee as if an invisible hand pushes down on her shoulders. Her eyes, once proud, haughty, fearless, well with tears of pure, unadulterated terror. She tries to get up. She can't.
Adrienne: Stop, please!
Sarin: Close your lips.
Sarin regards Adrienne with no more mercy than she did when she had control of her bodily functions. Sarin's nose wrinkles up in reactionary disgust; every pore of Adrienne's body oozes odorous sweat.
This bizarre scene catches the attention of several cameras, backstage workers, and even a rodent eating away at the foundations of the Rexall Place. They stare on in a state of disbelief. If Adrienne could speak, doubtless they would rush to her aid--but for now...
Sarin: What would you say if I told you I had a gun pointed at your amygdala?
Adrienne can only writhe in abject uselessness. Sarin continues, for in Adrienne's state, the question is rhetorical.
Sarin: Assuming you understand the amygdala's influence on your brain--and assuming you can speak, I suppose--you would undoubtedly tremble from toe to crown...much like you're doing now.
Hearing Sarin 'rhetorically' threaten another woman knocks some sense into the stupefied backstage workers. One daring fellow inches toward Sarin from behind, arms outstretched in a show of caution.
Sarin shatters his jaw without looking back.
The subsequent shrieks of pain only arouse more fear in both the surrounding witnesses and the still paralyzed Adrienne. For her part, Sarin remains quite stoic, her kicking leg returned to its partner in a matter of milliseconds.
Sarin: Would you say you didn't deserve it? Would you beg for mercy?
She apparently has difficulty controlling the volume of her voice. No one laughs.
Sarin: Would I punch you in the face? Would I?!
She would, and does so with a sickening crack. Adrienne's lip is split open. The blood dripping from her mouth joins the already formidable pool at her knees--her chalky white nose seems to be leaking blood with no signs of stopping.
Sarin: I'm your aneurysm, Adrienne. Shut up and die.
Adrienne crumples to the floor.
Hours later, paramedics and hospital staff manage to keep Adrienne in a stable condition. She had suffered massive internal hemorrhaging, quite unrelated to punches.
The police file only read:
"Victim suffered hemorrhaging due to extreme terror."
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:46:46 GMT -5
“Die Another Day” Part I Credit: Yoko Satoshi, Kenny ACW Arena 8:30 P.M. 6/20/08 [For the last few months it has sat vacant collecting dust. Tonight, the dust will no longer be given a chance to settle within the ACW arena as a battle that will shake its foundation looms with the setting of the Sun. Many claim this venue is indeed the home of champions and tonight it will host two that define that very label. Not wishing to have their battle done in the decadence and hype that is Omega Effect, both Yoko Satoshi and Aiden Joseph have decided to connect here tonight to settle the score once and for all. Ginger’s influence will not carry any weight here tonight. Alone he stands in the ring, commanding sole possession of the spotlight. The sight is iconic to say the least for he has always been one not to share the circle’s gleam. In an action that speaks volumes, the image of his current rival intrudes upon his surroundings. Feelings of hatred that sizzle upon his skin come along with it, and with two looks of disdain, the game begins.] Aiden: As prompt as ever, Yoko. Yoko Satoshi: Miss a chance to ram my fist down that big mouth of yours? Hardly. Aiden: I’m afraid my dear Yoko that I will not be able to partake in tonight’s planned exhibition! You see, I sprained my knee and well, I would rather not risk a debilitating injury. Now I know a fierce competitor such as yourself would be most disappointed with this news so I took the initiative to find a replacement, or should I say, replacements. No introductions are needed, I assume. [Aiden raises his right arm into the air and snaps his fingers. On command two more figures enter the spear’s radiance, the sight of which cause Yoko to gape as if she has seen a ghost.] Yoko: The Legion! Strife: Well if it ain’t “Gatogal.” How have you been, sugar? Yoko: How did you..? Blight *pointing at Aiden*: Get out? Well, you you’d have to ask that man over there. Aiden: Apparently the size of your wallet equals how much influence you have in the land of the rising sun. Who would have guessed, huh? Yoko: You don’t know what you’ve done. Aiden: Is that so? Well, from here it looks like I just one upped you my dear. I’m afraid I must run now, I wouldn’t want this suit to get all messy. Blood stains are hell to get out, you know. [Turning toward his hired guns, Aiden makes gives one simple order before removing himself from the chaos to come.] Aiden: Make it quick. [Aiden leaps out of the ring and never looks back. Now alone with the one responsible for their last few years of incarceration, the remnants of the Legion make their motivations most clear.] Strife: I’ve waited for this moment for two years. TWO YEARS! You tricked us. DECEIVED US! You and that “Frost.” Blight: Don’t worry Yoko. We’ll be paying her a little “visit” as soon as we conclude our business with you tonight. We have a lot to catch up on. [Yoko lowers her head as visions of Sarin confronted by these two fester her rage. She cannot allow that to happen, no matter the cost.] Strife: What’s a matter girlie? Cat got your tongue? Well let’s fix THAT! [Strife’s hand glides behind his body and returns with a gun. Yoko doesn’t panic, it would only be counterproductive. Instead she becomes the situation and manipulates it to an outcome more fitting. Her mind sees everything in slow motion, and with the manipulation of the air with her body movements, is able to disrupt Strife’s line of fire.] ~!~BAM~!~ [The path of the bullet sails in a direction in not intended: Blight’s abdomen. She keels over immediately and begins to swim in a pool of her own blood.] Strife: BLIGHT! [Strife’s concern darts his head in Blight’s direction. With his eyes off Yoko, she ensures that this travesty will not have a repeat performance tonight and punts the gun out of his hand with a well placed kick. One 180 degree spin and Bunny Knee later, Strife finds himself most unwillingly in a horizontal position.] ~!~CRACK~!~ Yoko: Stay down. [From behind she grabs the head of her would be killer and yanks his ear just inches away from her mouth.] Yoko: You deliver this message to your “boss.” Tell him that he had the chance to not be embarrassed in front of millions, but just like everything else in his pitiful, insignificant life, he blew it. Tell him that I have no qualms taking from him in the same manner that he tried to take from me tonight. Tell him the Yokoberg is coming! Do you understand? [In his adrenaline daze, Strife nods.] Yoko: Don’t worry about her, I’ll call an ambulance now. Now get up and go. [He doesn’t take a moments time debating and does exactly as he is told.] [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:47:43 GMT -5
Match 1: AC Evans vs. Mystery Opponent (Credit: AC Evans/Thunder Train)
As we are ready for our first match, "Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden blares over the P.A. system as the fans arise to their feet for A.C. Evans. Many boo, but some cheer for the rising superstar. He comes out from behind the curtain wearing his wrestling attire which consists of a white shirt, and white pants. He doesn't show his eyes, as usual as he enters the ring. He is given a microphone as Hallowed Be Thy Name slowly fades off.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] Well, I'm here, Train. Where is my opponent?
A.C. walks around the ring awaiting on who he will end up facing. Suddenly, Ice Train's WCW theme plays and out walks Thunder Train to boos. He has the Entertainment Title on his shoulder and microphone in his hand.
Train: Alright Evans. Enough of this. This will prove if you REALLY deserve that title shot. But...before I tell you your opponent, lets make things a little more interesting, shall we? I'm so confident in what my representative can do that if you win the match you can choose ANY stipulation you want for the match at Omega Effect. However, if I win you can NEVER have a title shot as long as I am champion. Sound good?
A.C. nods his head then motions Train to bring it on. Train smirks and puts the microphone back up to his mouth.
Train: Alright man, settle down. Your opponent is right behind you.
Evans turns around and frantically looks, hoping not to get attacked from behind. Train starts sprinting to the ring and slides into it with the title belt in hand. A.C. turns around and Train yells "WHOOOOOO WHOOOOOO" before running at A.C. with the Entertainment Championship in hand. A.C. ducks and kicks Train in the mid-section. Train drops the title and holds his stomach.
*Bell Rings*
A.C. runs to the ropes and back towards Train. Train recovers from the earlier shot in time and picks up Evans and slams him down to the mat. A.C. yells out in pain as Train picks him up and does a Spine Buster to A.C. Down to the mat he goes crashing once more. Train smiles and picks him up one more time and prepares for the Derailment. However, as Train holds A.C. up, A.C. counters by punching Train. Train drops him and A.C. lands on his feet behind Train. A.C. then dropkicks the back of Train sending him into the referee. Train only fell to one knee and gets back up. He looks down at the fallen ref and backs up a little. A.C. takes this opportunity to roll up Train. Another ref quickly enters the ring from nowhere and counts.
1....2....3
*Bell Rings*
With a handful of tights, A.C. Evans has upset the Champ. He rolls out of the ring with haste as Train becomes a mad man. He first grabs the second ref by the collar and starts yelling at him. Train throws the ref down and turns his attention towards A.C., who is walking up the ramp, smiling, holding the back of his head with one hand and the Entertainment Title with the other, and looking back towards Train. Train hates the sight of this and picks up the second ref and gives him the Derailment. With a fierce look on his face Train heads to the back.
Fade to Black.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:50:22 GMT -5
Segment: Hate to say I told you so - oh wait, no I don't (Credit: BK London)
Normally, an immediate shot of just the Chairman's face wouldn't exactly be one of the most popular openings to segment in ACW, but that isn't what makes this segment unpopular. In a quite irritated expression, we find Ginger begin the object of ridicule by who? None other than his arch enemy, BK London. Somehow, BK London has managed to find his way into Ginger's office - and with the news that broke after Warfare on Monday, you've got to expect him to be quite estatic.
Parading around the Chairman, laughing, gloating even - BK London gets to have his cake and eat it too tonight.
BK London: Oh this is rich, this is absolutely RICH. After an entire week of pleading for your Latin King, your saviour, your knight in shining armor said NO. NO!
He walks over to the other side of the Chairman's head.
BK London: No!
In a very sing songy fashion, he continues to say 'No' until Chairman Gingerdude gives him a quite grimacing stare. At first, BK London seems to be a bit intimidated, but now he realizes he has absolutely nothing to be afraid about - and returns to his giddy self.
BK London: You know, I probably could've told you he wasn't coming. I could've told you that Victor Laureano, in no shape or form was going to show up at Omega Effect....oh wait, I DID.
The sing songy prancing around continues for a few more minutes.
Chairman Gingerdude: I want you to get out of my office.
BK London: ...what's that?
Chairman Gingerdude(louder tone): I said I want you out of my office!
BK London: You know what? That's fine. I'll leave, but you haven't heard the last of me tonight. You see, instead of just staying in here and continuing to tell you how absolutely wrong you were, I'm going to rub it in to those thousands of fans out in the audience tonight.
This recieves massive heat from the Alberta crowd in attendance tonight.
BK London: So while I head out there, you better be sure to find yourself someone else to help "make my life a living hell". Cheer up ol' chap!
The hearty laughter of BK London can be heard as he exits the Chairman's office and as he walks down the hallways. The camera zooms into Chairman Gingerdude, who is completely heated at these new events. His quest to make BK London's life a living hell has been thwarted thus far, while BK London continues to strike blow after blow into ACW.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:51:33 GMT -5
Segment: I Was Just Kidding Man! (Credit: TRAIN!!!)
The scene opens backstage with Chairman Gingerdude walking down a hallway, passing various crew members. He is talking on a cell phone and has a smile across his face. Just as he hangs up a loud "GINGERDUDE" shout is heard. He turns around to find Thunder Train standing there.
Gingerdude: Ah yes, Train. How are you?
Train: LISTEN! WE HAVE A PROBLEM! I WAS JUST SCREWED OUT OF THAT MATCH OUT THERE! EVANS DOESN'T DESERVE THAT MATCH!!!
Gingerdude: Listen, calm down. Mr. Evans won that match fair and square. You have to face him at Omega Effect in a --
Train: NO! Alright! I have a few reasons why he shouldn't be facing me. A, I never said that I was the mystery opponent. B, He knocked me into the ref. That should have been an automatic disqualification. C, the ref that counted the pin fall wasn't the original ref in the match. D, He had my tights! That was cheating!
Gingerdude: Well Train, you do bring up some grand points. Let me shoot them down for you. A, you were in the ring when the bell rang, therefore you became part of the match. B, people falling into the referees happens all the time and it wasn't intentional. C, it doesn't matter which referee counts the pin fall. And D, the referee never saw it so the final result stays.
Train: GAH! I refuse to face that punk at Omega Effect! HE CHEATED, PLAIN AND SIMPLE!
Gingerdude: I'm only going to say this once, if you do NOT face Evans at Omega Effect, you will be STRIPPED of the title.
Train: WHAT! I worked my ass off to get this title back! I'm not gonna lose it because of some FLUKE again!
Gingerdude: I'm afraid I have no other choice.
Train: *Sigh* Alright, I will face him. But you know I was just kidding about that stipulation part right? Haha...
Gingerdude: Actually I'm glad you bring that up I was just talking to A.C. before you yelled at me and he stated what he wanted the stipulation to be.
Train: WHAT!?!? NO! I WAS KIDDING! I DIDN'T MEAN THAT!
Gingerdude: Hey, you said it, not me. At Omega Effect 4 it will be Thunder Train versus A.C. Evans for the Entertainment Championship in a ladder match!!!
Train: WHAT? DO YOU THINK I CAN CLIMB A LADDER GINGERDUDE? I WOULD BREAK ANY LADDER I STEP ON! COME ON! DON'T DO THIS!
Gingerdude: If you are so worried about that why don't you try losing some weight? Go buy a Wii Fit game or something. Now if you don't mind I have some very important things to get done. And if I were you I would get ready for my tag match later. Good luck.
Gingerdude walks away from a shocked Thunder Train.
Train: This is bullshit! I can't climb a ladder!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!
Just as he is finished yelling a man walks by Train. Train picks up up and throws him into the wall. Train then destroys a near by table by slamming it with his fists. Crew members run in fear as Train obliterates everything else in his path. The camera fades out looking down the demolished hallway.
Fade to black
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:54:29 GMT -5
Segment: Winter -- Part 7 (Credit: Durden)
"Calling out winter Your voice is the splinter inside me While I wait" - "Winter" by Joshua Radin
The two weeks have passed. He’s been thinking of a way to see her. Her dad hasn’t gone to work in all this time. He’s probably used up his vacation time to stay at home and make sure his daughter won’t see the light of day. Nick’s looked out through the window every single day. He’s looked across the house that he knew his love was locked away in. Something caught his attention though. Two things, actually.
First, her father’s car wasn’t there. Would she be there? Alone?
Second, he noticed a big white truck. He ran out of the house to see why it was parked in front of her house. When he got close enough, he saw what kind of truck it was and why it was there.
It was a Movers Truck. They were…they were moving? No..
Nick quickly ran over to her house, he jumped all the way up to the front porch. He rang the doorbell as much as he could. He was nervous. Her dad could be back any minute. But was she even there? He sees the doorknob turn and his heart skips a beat. The door opens fully and there she is, standing in beauty and grace. She grabs him by the shirt and tugs him into the house. He’s never been inside the house before, but he didn’t have the time look around as she had thrown him onto the couch. Their lips meet as she lies on top of him. He had been waiting so long for this. Two weeks had seemed like an eternity.
The unexpected happens, though. She sits on him now and she slowly takes off her shirt. She works on taking his shirt off now. It was halfway off when Nick stopped her.
Nick: Wait…this..this isn’t right.
Emiko: Yes it is..It’s now or never, Nick. I want you inside me..
He gulps, shocked at her behaving like this, talking like this.
Nick: Your dad could be back any minute..
Emiko: It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I’m ever going to see you again anyway. I’m moving..far from here..
Nick: …I…expected that…but I was afraid of believing it. I didn’t want to think it was true…You can’t move…I can’t live without you..
Emiko: I can’t do anything about it, Nick. I’m sorry..
He lies down on the couch as she takes off his shirt. She kisses his upper body all over. He doesn’t feel anything. He can’t feel anything. That’s it. It was done. Their relationship? Done. He doesn’t even notice that his pants are now off. Followed by his shoes, and socks. His eyes are open, and looking at her, but he doesn’t see her as Emiko, his love. He sees her as a complete stranger. Everything she’s doing, he doesn’t feel. And soon, he begins to feel uncomfortable. He stops her before she can take off his last piece of clothing. He rolls off of the couch, but he’s careful not to knock her over. He quickly puts on his clothing. He can’t do it.
Emiko: Nick…please..
He didn’t respond. His shirt and pants were now one. He grabbed his socks and slowly put them on. Emiko begged for him to stop, but he just couldn’t do it. His shoes were on now, and he stands up to leave. She grabs him by the arm and turns him around. Her eyes are now read, her face wet with tears.
Emiko: (crying) You said you loved me! You TOLD ME. YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME. You said your love was real…
He kisses her one final time. It lasts a while. He wants it to. It felt good. It felt right. When he stops, he runs his fingers through her beautiful hair one final time. He kisses her forehead, then slowly turns to leave. She falls on her knees, and he can’t stand to look back.
Emiko: ( crying hysterically ) Don’t…leave…don’t leave me…
She gasps and catches her breath. He has to look back now. One last look. A tear escapes his eye. A single tear as he says her final words to her.
Nick: I loved you…I’m sorry…I promise you one thing. I won’t forget you…ever…
He opens the front door to her house and leaves it. He closes the door softly behind him and closes his eyes as he inhales a good amount of air. He tries to breathe new life into himself. He still hears her sobs. It isn’t his problem now. That part of his life is done. There’s nothing that can be done. His heart was back, but it was in pieces. How long will it take to mend? I don’t know. Nick didn’t know. In time it will.
He stares at the moving truck in front of the house. This truck slapped him back to reality. This truck told him to let her go. She’d be gone and he’d be wasting time longing for her. That was it. She was no more to him. He got over her….just like that. And all it took was two weeks without seeing her and a Movers Truck.
This is where Nick learned, not to cry over anything. This is where he learned not to long for something you know you will never get. What’s the use? This is where he learned to let things go.
To be continued.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:54:57 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Unleashed (Credit: Sarin)
Knives. Scissors. Needles. Slice and dice. Over and over they cut into her. Sarin's world dissolved into a mess of overactive pores, twitching limbs, blinking eyes, masked men in white, and blood. Blood from her head, blood from her nose, blood even from the tiny pricks in her aerola. Seeping, weeping blood.
In the noise of whirring machinery, she could barely make out the procedures to the surgery assigned to her. She begged for mercy, pleaded with her captors: I don't deserve this, none of it, let me go.
Wishful thinking. As it were, there were only two ways to escape the secret complex. One was through a body bag. The other was through a surgeon's operating saw and a well-placed slice to the ample, wobbly torso taking part in restraining her arms.
"I'm your aneurysm," they had told her. "Shut up and die."
She met her abductors, the mysterious besuited men, sallow and subordinate as they were. They weren't so confident in her capture now that the 'doctors' had toyed with her neural response centers till the point of a lobotomy.
They met their deaths without much resistance. Sarin doubted they were even human. She even doubted they were even real. It all seemed so unimportant now. The identity of her stalkers mattered not in the long run.
After all, without their assistance, she would never feel so...
Connected.
Sarin emerged from the secret compoud a bloodied mess. A street urchin took pity on her and escorted her to the nearest hospital. She healed quite well without more knives, scissors, and needles.
The real scars were deep below.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:56:35 GMT -5
“Die Another Day” Part II Credit: Sarin, Kenny Aiden’s Apartment 10:27 P.M. [Outside they watch the moon hang over the Atlantic Ocean, much like they did the night they first fell in love.] Aiden: It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Anna Sommers: I’ll never get tired of this view, darling. Aiden: Much like how you’ll never tire of me, right? Anna: Maybe. [The two share a romantic kiss but before they can venture further in their passion, the sound of incessant knocking brings them to a screeching halt. Curiosity takes hold as Aiden rises and makes his way to the apartment door.] Aiden: What are you doing here? You were supposed to call? Strife: Blight’s been shot. She was all over us. I-I messed up! You gotta hide me man. YOU GOTTA HIDE ME! [Panic and grieve stricken, Strife shoves Aiden aside and takes refuge within his island apartment.] Aiden: What?! Strife: I accidently shot Blight! Aiden: You brought a gun? Strife: You said you wanted Yoko taken care of! Aiden: I didn’t mean dead, you TWIT ! [Aiden brings his hand to his forehead as he tries to fathom how this happened. He only wanted Yoko to be roughed up and now he has blood on his hands. It is now time for him to separate himself far, far away from this situation before he is indicated in a scandal that will set his career asunder.] Aiden: Get out of my apartment! How dare you soil my dwelling with your FAILURE. Strife: Failure? [He has endured much tonight and now Aiden has added another cross for him to bear.] Strife: Because of you, Blight may be dead! [Like a wounded animal that’s trapped, Strife lashes out without thinking and pulls his gun for the second time tonight. They say once a criminal, always a criminal and tonight Strife is adding credence to that phrase. No man will show him up, not even the one removed the bars that once surrounded him.] Aiden: What? You’ve got to be kidding me. Strife: Give me your money. Now. Aiden: Go to hell. Anna: Aiden, just give him your wallet. Aiden: Anna, go back to the patio. Anna: Aiden, don’t be stupid! Give him what he wants! Aiden: The only thing he is getting from me is my foot kicking him out my door! Strife: You should have listened to your pretty-pretty. ~!~BAM~!~ [Strife’s finger bears down. The last thing he remembers after the blast is the blur of gold that streaked by his eyes. Love has provided a shield.] ... .. . Aiden: Oh Jesus, no.... Anna: A-Aiden? [Anna slumps to the floor, her hands now painted a brilliant shade of red. Upon seeing another one of his repeat performances, Strife flees out the door.] Aiden: NO! [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:58:34 GMT -5
Match 2: Jake Cheng and Ross Lambert vs. Danny Mainer and James Murphy (Credit: Mainer)
Will be posted once Mainer decides to send it in.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 15:58:50 GMT -5
Add more caution tape.
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