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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:01:44 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 21: Talking Sense And Consequence
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
The scene fades from advertisements into the backstage area where Kevin “the Internet” Anderson stands anxiously awaiting an interview from the Scarlet Assassin. It’s been an age since he’s spoken to Scott in any form and when he had in past times it usually ended badly. But Kevin has high spirits for this meeting as he has heard word of an attitude change from Scott and good word on his anger issues.
Scott, however, isn’t in the best frame of mind after finding out that the drugs Nick sold to him had numerous side effects that he was never told about. Scott trusted Nick and he screwed him; however indirectly. So after he found out that his unusual bodily reactions were because of the Amitriptyline the Scarlet Assassin is in no mood to play nice.
Kevin preps his microphone and puts it to his mouth.
Kevin: Hello, ladies and gentlemen! Right now I have with me the Scarlet Assassin - - -
A right arm breaks into frame and grabs the microphone, pulling it to the left as we see it belongs to Scott Andrews.
Scott: - - - SCOTT FREAKIN’ ANDREWS!
The crowd pop with excitement as Scott makes his entrance into the interview. He lets go of the microphone and lets Kevin get it underway.
Kevin: Alright, well Scott, tonight you team up with Danny Mainer to take on Nick Durden and Jake Cheng in a tag team match!...How do you feel about going into this match?
Scott: The answer to that is simple. I took down one of the best damn technical wrestlers on Warfare in Jonny Hughes, so anyone who doubted that my abilities and talent had slipped recently can go get screwed!!!
The crowd pop once again.
Scott: And tonight not only do I team up with the International Champion, but I team up with a man who took me to my limits a few weeks ago and defeated me; a man who I teamed up with to take on that bastard John Taylor and the Second Coming; I’m teaming up with none other than Danny Mainer!
Mention of the International Champion proves favourable as the audience cheer for Danny Mainer.
Scott: Now, I’m confident in my own abilities, and even though I’ve had a bit of a shaky time lately, I know I could knock both of those low lives out of their boots; but with Danny on my side I can guarantee we’ll take this match with ease.
Kevin: Obviously you’re happy with the choice of partner tonight, but what do you think about your competitors?
Scott: Jake Cheng I could care less about; a great talent in the ring, but I have no beef with him. Tonight I’m focused solely on destroying Nick Durden, to send a message to that son of a bitch that you don’t mess with Scott Andrews and get away with it! I put faith in him that he would give me a product that would work to perfection; the side effects are just not worth what I paid for. I just wanted a hassle free deal. Now I get headaches, constipation, my heart rate’s increased dramatically, and I even have spurts of dizziness and nausea; not to mention it’s been messing with my sex life. All these complications just added to my frustration; the one thing I was trying to rid myself of. So, Durden, all I can say is you better hide behind Cheng because if you and I are to end up in the ring at the same time...there’s going to be an assassination, and Nick, it’s gonna be you!
Scott walks away from the interview in a huff, pumped up and ready for a battle as the scene fades, focused on the less than surprised reaction from Kevin.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:03:25 GMT -5
Segment: “Bet You Can’t Do It Again” (Credit: Kudo)
Kudo tosses out his empty tea drink and begins to head out of his locker room doorway to try and navigate through the unfamiliar arena to the stage area. As he opens the door however, he is met face to face by Reprobate who greets him with a knuckle arrow to his forehead. Kudo reels back as Reprobate brawls his way in and continues his face to face, yet still surprise attack. Kudo finds a moment of light and delivers a forearm back, followed by a swift kick to Reprobate’s rib section which sends him wincing a bit in pain. The two continue at it however, and end up losing balance over the furnishings in the locker room, and the camera man tries to keep up with the action as security pushes their way in and separates the two men. Kudo’s shirt is ripped around the collar and his hot temper has finally been activated as he tries to fight through the security guys to get back in the fight. Reprobate puts up little resistance and backs away from Kudo with a blank look on his face, mocking him as he pushes a lamp off a table and knocks down a painting in the room on his way out.
The cameraman catches Kudo still fuming, ready to throw down as it fades out.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:03:47 GMT -5
Title: Burnt (Credit: A.C. Evans)
Moments before the match, we are taken to the backstage area of the arena. We see large footlockers lined up against the wall, allowing just enough walking space for those passing by. Atop one of these lockers sits A.C. Evans. He is wearing the same attire, which consists of a white shirt with white pants. He moves his hair of his face as he looks down at the ground, still not showing his eyes,
A.C. EVANS:[/color] You call yourself an impact player, Steele. You call yourself some type of dynasty. You claim that you're some superstar, but I can see right through the alias. I can see directly through your little sham. I know that these little nicknames are nothing more than armor. It's your armor for defending and warding off any competition. You may have a nice little list of names of people whom you have defeated, but it pales in compassion to anything I've done. You've got your match with Freeman, and I've got mine with Thunder Train.
Evans leaps from the footlocker and begins to make his way towards the black curtains which give way to the entrance ramp.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] You've found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, Jake. You couldn't have asked for worst timing. Regardless, I hope you are ready. Thunder Train, however, will not be ready for what awaits him at Omega Effect IV. I challenge you to attack me after my match. You'll only be adding fuel to my fire. You'll only be dousing this fire with gasoline. As the old saying goes..if you play with fire, you're bound to be burnt...
We fade back into the arena to await the entrances to the match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:04:29 GMT -5
Match 2: A.C. Evans vs. Jake Steele (Credit: Thunder Train)
The lights dim inside of the arena, as the crowd falls into a silent slur, a echo of money being counted can be heard as we cut to the AlphaTron...
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 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, he extends his arm out and he acts as if he is dropping a mic.
Phillip: From, Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 234 pounds, The One Man Dynasty, JAKE STEELE!
"Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden then plays over the arena. Out walks the Number 1 Contender for the Entertainment Championship, A.C. Evans. He makes his way to the ring with boos across the arena. He enters the ring and stares down Steele as Phillip announces him.
Phillip: And his opponent, weighing in at 176 pounds, A.C. Evans!
*Bell Rings*
Right as the bell rings the two lock up, however, just as they do, "Hail to the Chief" plays over the arena. The two in the ring are confused at what is going on then they look up on the stage to see Thunder Train and Jason Freeman walking down. Steele, using this as a chance for an advantage, then clotheslines Evans. Evans goes down and Steele looks back at the two members of the Senatorial Stable, now starting to surround the ring. Steele then drops an elbow across Evans' chest. He then puts Evan's in an armbar. He cranks the arm of Evan's and as the ref asks if Evans wants to quit, Freeman jumps on the apron and starts yelling at Steele. This distracts the ref, making him forget about the current match.
Steele stands up and gets into Freeman's face. This allows Evan's to get up and recover. He runs over, grabs Steele's neck and does a neckbreaker. Down Steele goes crashing to the mat. Evans then runs toward the ropes and just as he his coming off them, Train grabs his leg, causing him to fall. Evans gets right back up and yells at Train, "What are you doing?" Train plays it off as if he did nothing. Evans shrugs then turns around to get a DDT from Steele. Steele picks up Evans and Irish Whips him into the corner. Steele then mounts the second rope and starts punching Evans. Freeman jumps on the apron again and starts counting each punch, annoying Steele.
Freeman: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!
Steele gets fed up with it and grabs Freeman's shirt. He looks as if he was going to punch him however, once again the distraction proves to be fatal as Evans is able to drop kick Steele. Steele goes crashing down, releasing Freeman. Freeman smirks then goes to plot with Train about what they are going to do next. In the ring, Evans runs toward the body of Steele and does a standing moonsault on him. He goes for the cover.
1...2...KICK OUT!!
Evans then goes to climb the turnbuckle. He gets up to the top and jumps off with both his feet pointing toward Steele. However, seeing that he may not be able to wake up in the morning, Steele rolls out of the way. Evans lands on his feet and turns around to get the RIGHT IN YO' FACE (Busaiku Knee Kick). Evans goes down to the mat, feeling that this one is over, Steele covers but Train pulls the ref out of the ring. The ref starts yelling at Train but meanwhile in the ring, Freeman slides in holding a steel chair and clocks Steele in the head with it. Steele falls over and Freeman pulls Evans over him. Train tells the ref to get back into the ring and count. The ref goes back into the ring, and counts.
1...2...
Train: WAIT!
Train gets on the apron and starts yelling stuff toward the ref. This allows both men in the ring to get a hold of themselves and try to continue the match. Evans runs toward Steele and tornado DDTs him. He goes back up to the top turnbuckle but Train starts yelling, making Evans lose his focus. This allows Steele to climb up to the top with him and Superplex him. Both men go crashing down to the ring. Steele crawls on top of Evans for the pin.
1...2...KICK OUT
Evans gets his shoulder up at the last minute. Steele gets mad and gets out of the ring, he goes to get a steel chair for himself but as he grabs one, Freeman smacks him with the steel chair from before. Steele falls on the outside floor and the ref turns around to see a steel chair laying on top of Steele with Train and Freeman walking away.
Freeman: Hey, he hit himself with the chair!
Train: Yeah, we didn't do anything.
The gullible ref begins his count: ONE!....TWO!....THREE!....FOUR!....FIVE!...SIX!...SEVEN! Steele slowly begins to stir, and crawls toward the ring. He grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself back in. He rolls into the ring and gets greeted by Evans, who pulls him up and snap suplexs him. Steele sits up in pain just to get several hard kicks to the back. Evans then runs and jumps off the middle rope and Springboard elbow drops him. But he isn't done there. He lifts Steele up and gets ready to do the File 13. Just as he is about to flip him over, Freeman jumps on the apron and threatens to get into the ring with a steel chair. With the ref distracted again, Train slides in the ring behind Evans and smacks him in the back with the Entertainment Title. Steele gets up and does the RIGHT IN YO' FACE to Train, which sends him out of the ring and into Freeman. Without anyone to disrupt the count he covers Evans.
1...2...3!
Phillip: Here is your winner Jake St--
However, Phillip is unable to complete the sentence as Freeman and Train get back into the ring and begin beating down their opponents at Omega Effect. Train sets up Evans for the Derailment, but once again Evans pushes off and gets on the top rope. Being behind Train he is able to jump off and does the Open Your Eyes. Train screams in pain and rolls out of the ring. On the other side of the ring Freeman starts punching Steele in the corner, but Steele low blows him, runs to the ropes and does the Steele Ambition (Running Hard Big Boot) to Freeman. Freeman goes down and rolls out of the ring. Both men inside the ring stare down their opponents for Omega Effect as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:04:57 GMT -5
Segment: Where Have You Been? (Credit: Jake Cheng) So we have your typical arena, with its typical personal and typical equipment that is used for the typical events in the typical arena. Typically. But standing next to the ever-so-typical Jake Cheng and his girlfriend Kirsten Carter is a untypical reporter. You see, I don’t really know what happened to our usual reporters. Kevin Anderson had some form of gimmick change that was not really generic enough, so now it’s a pain to write with him. And I don’t know if Charlotte King is even around. Hell, both characters may be just “on break” when ACW is on world tour. And because I am too lazy to ask someone about this, you all get a generic reporter.
[/center][/color] Mike: Hello ACW! I’m Mike Hunt and tonight, I have the pleasure of speaking with the former World Heavyweight Champion, four time Light-Heavyweight Champion and….what was the other thing? Jake: Ugh. And future Grand Slam Champion- Mike: Right! And future Grand Slam Champion, Jake Cheng! Facepalm
[/center][/color] Jake: You are the worst reporter in history. How do you mess up the introduction? Mike: I’m not a reporter! Jake: Then what the fuck are you doing here?! Mike: You paid me twenty bucks to do an interview on the spot. Jake: Because I thought you were…you know what never mind, this could be interesting. Ask your first question. Mike: Um, well ok…where have you been? Jake: What? Mike: I said where have you been? As in showing up on ACW Television... Jake: I’ve been on TV plenty. Didn’t you see my match last week? Mike: Right, but you haven’t really done anything in your feud with Danny Mainer. Do you think you are being depushed? Jake: Shhhhhh. Jake lunges forward and puts his hand over Mike’s mouth. After a second or two, when Jake thinks the coast is clear, he releases his grip on Mike’s lips.
[/center][/color] Jake: You can’t say that! Mike: Say what? Jake:…push. Mike: But… Jake: Jesus, are you even in the wresting business? What kind of freaking idiot goes around backstage, accepting random interview proposals instead of doing their job? Mike: But I don’t work here. I got out of my seat and walked through the curtain when everybody was paying attention to the match. Jake: You…you’re a fan? Mike: Yup. Jake: Oh…congrats on getting back here. SECURITY! And out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time, four big men in all black tackle Mike . When punches are throw and Mike screams for them to stop, Jake makes a cut throat signal to the cameraman.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:05:31 GMT -5
Segment: "Discussion" (Credit: Whitesnake)
The scene opens to Dan White and Rattlesnake in Snake's locker room.
Rattlesnake: So here we are. Omega Effect will be here soon. You and I are going to step into the ring with a team from ACW past...G-Unit. Quite frankly, I can't help but think how well we'll do.
Dan White: Those tag team titles are as good as ours.
Rattlesnake: I agree. We have a damn good chance of being the next tag team champions. We've done well to get to this point. Some good teams have been eliminated from the tournament.
Dan White: Yeah. Only one team stands in our way now. I know we can beat them.
Rattlesnake: It's not a matter of beating them. That's not our goal.
Dan looks at Rattlesnake quizzically.
Dan White: Not our goal? To be the tag team champions, we have to beat them.
Rattlesnake: Well, that does have a hand in it. I'm thinking more like fucking with them.
Dan White: And how do you suppose we do that?
Rattlesnake: I've been thinking about that. It all depends on your morals. It depends on how far you are willing to go. How bad do you want the tag team titles?
Dan White: How bad do I want them? I'd shoot Ginger's arse at close range with a shotgun to get those titles.
Rattlesnake: I'd take that as through any means necessary?
Dan White: If you want to put it that way, then yes, by any means necessary.
Rattlesnake: Would you believe I have a plan that would make us win the titles?
Dan White: Knowing you, I don't think so.
Rattlesnake: Ok. Would you believe I have a plan that would make us the favorites in the match?
Dan White: Why the change?
Rattlesnake: What if I had Chuck Norris with a BB gun?
Dan White: Oh god. Don't start with that.
Rattlesnake: A grenade?
Dan White: Just stop.
Rattlesnake: A trident?
Dan White: I'm out of here.
Dan starts to walk away, but Rattlesnake grabs his arm to stop him.
Rattlesnake: Ok, ok, ok. I have an idea. Now hear me out. If we want to have any advantage in our match, we need to follow this plan completely.
Dan White: And what do you have in mind?
Rattlesnake: Well, I say we do this-
The audio "conveniently" cuts out as Rattlesnake explains his plan to Dan. Dan nods his head, as if it made perfect sense. Once Rattlesnake explains his plan, Dan smirks with Rattlesnake following in suit.
It seems the plan is set. But what could it possibly be? Wouldn't you like to know?
And no, it doesn't involve Hunter. No plan would ever involve him.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:06:11 GMT -5
Segment: “Still Standing” (Credit: Kudo/Steele)
“Poison” starts up and the fans cheer along with the opening guitar riffs blazing out of the speakers. Kudo wastes no time however and runs down the ramp and into the ring, still angry from the earlier events. Kudo grabs a mic and the music cuts off just as he begins talking.
Kudo: I don’t want to wait another damn minute. At Omega Effect I’m going to be the enforcer to Jason Freeman versus Jake Steele to prevent trash like the International Incident and the other Impact Players from sticking their noses where it doesn’t belong. But that doesn’t mean that the special enforcer can’t have a match right now…
The crowd cheers.
Kudo: So why don’t you do us all a favor and stop sending your yes men to try and get to me Steele. I know it’s you so why don’t you get your ass out here right now and we can deal with it.
Kudo takes off his semi ripped shirt and tosses it off to the side as more cheers erupt. Jake Steele enters into view with “Cake” playing in the background and makes his way only as far as the ramp with a smile on his face, stroking his chin.
Steele: Man you got it absolutely right. You’re always on point Kudo, but it’s like you said before. Since I became your business, you’ve become the Impact Players’ business. But tonight? Nah you got it all wrong. I aint about to waste my time with yo' punk ass before Omega Effect. Look at you, all hot and bothered by what happened tonight man. But let me tell you something about what went down tonight. I'm hopin' that shit you did wasn't ya' best look Kudo, because on Saturday at Omega Effect, it’s only gonna get better.
“Cake” by Lloyd Banks hits again and Jake Steele backs up out of view, leaving Kudo, still angry in the ring and knowing that as the enforcer at Omega Effect, he is messing with an entire stable.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:06:36 GMT -5
We’re all living in A-Canada! A-Canada! Ist Autobahn! Danny Mainer The camera flicks on and you can see the inside of a doctors room. There are units and desks as well as a bed in the middle of the room, a few stools and a computer. Ross Lambert is lying on the examining bed while a fat doctor with a beard types feverishly into a computer. Ross is wearing nothing but a pair of jeans to cover his tree-trunk legs. Ross breathes heavily as the doctor continues to rattle away at the keyboard with a pleasant look on his face. He then wipes his brow and looks at Ross who is lying on the bed. He gets up out of his chair nearly knocking it over and he places a hand on Ross’s chest feeling around the base of the ribcage gauging Ross’s facial expressions to the amount of pain he’s inflicting. He quickly feels the lower-pecs of Ross to check for any swelling or bruising and smiles confidently as Ross displays no pain on his face. He then puts his hand back on his side and as a result Ross sits up with a smile quickly wiping hair out of his eyes. Dr. Kawashima: Well Mr. Lambert, I believe that your ribs have fully healed. Do you feel any pain in your chest?Ross: No, I don’t and I’m pretty sure you were enjoying the feel of my well-defined pecs, I’m pretty sure I could feel you stroking.Dr. Kawashima smiles and clutches his stomach as he chuckles. Dr. Kawashima: Heheheh, I’m married Mr. Lambert but thanks anyways for the concern.Ross: Hey, George Michael of Wham fame was actually married at one stage. He was so far in the closet he was all the way to fucking Narnia and now look where he is. He thinks he’s fucking amazing.Dr. Kawashima: Well I tell you true, you’ve made a fantastic recovery, you’re 100% healed Ross.Ross: Thank you Mr. Kawashima.The two shake hands and the camera switches off. The cameraman leaves the room and slams the door behind him leaving just Dr. Kawashima and Ross Lambert alone in the room together. Dr. Kawashima: George Michael though. Hah, so true Mr. Lambert. I tell you though; I really do hate my job. I may be Japans top doctor but I don’t have to half deal with some assholes here. Especially the people who say “Hey aren’t you the guy who made Brain Training?” and I’m like “No.” and my Hippocratic oath stops me smashing them in the teeth.Ross: I’ll be honest with you doctor, I’ve been trying to avoid that question for the last half an hour because I knew you’d be sick of it by now. Tell me Kawashima, how would you fancy making some more cash?Dr. Kawashima: How would I go about doing that?Ross: Fake your own death. Now, you can’t say anything here because of your Hippocratic oath but I’m running an operation out of a complex at the boatyards in Los Angeles. We lack a doctor. If you steal as much medication as you can get your mitts on and fake a horrific car-crash then you can come work for me as my teams personal doctor. Whattya say?Dr. Kawashima: The kid in me says I should report you to the police but the adult in me loves cash. I’m in.Ross: Excellent, come down with me to California after next week and the details of your “death” will be arranged.Dr. Kawashima: Can I drag my wife along?Ross: Does she have any skills?Dr. Kawashima: She can cook and knows basic first-aid. Nothing compared to what I know but she’s OK. Plus she does this thing with her tongue… OHH…Dr. Kawashima starts to shudder as he imagines “that thing” his wife does with her tongue. Ross: TMI. But thank you anyways, yeah sure she can come along. You have any children?Dr. Kawashima: No, I have been circumcised.Ross: You poor, poor mother fucker. Wife’s decision?Dr. Kawashima: Yep, you know it.Ross: Well as long as that thing she does with her tongue keeps you satisfied, that’s all well and good. Welcome aboard The Dream Team Dr. Kawashima.The two shake hands again as Ross scoots off the bench. He heads towards the door but Dr. Kawashima stops him. Dr. Kawashima: I won’t have to do any on the job work right? Like shooting, stealing or anything like that?Ross: No, I’ll be doing all that. You’ll probably be just doing the rounds in the ward. Nothing for you to worry about. Although all of our employees go through a basic firearms course.Dr. Kawashima: Shame, I love the feel of a gun in my hands. It’s like having a second cock, if y’know, your sperm could kill people.Ross: I’ll drink to that.Dr. Kawashima: So will I, fancy coming to my penthouse tonight for some sake?Ross: Razzledazzle, count me in.Dr. Kawashima: Alright Mr. Lambert, I’ll cya later.Ross: Please, call me Ross, Dr. Kawashima.Dr. Kawashima: Please, call me Ken, Ross.Ross: Gladly, Ken, cya later for that sake.Dr. Kawashima: Heh, in a while Ross.Ross heads for the door and that’s the end of the scene. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:09:12 GMT -5
Segment: Wii Can Do It! (Credit: Train) Note: I myself have not actually played Wii Fit. Therefore I am not actually going to try and replicate the game, but more of a parody. So don't get mad if it isn't how the game works and just have fun reading it... BOOM! The Senatorial Stable door goes flying open and in walks Thunder Train. In his hands are the Wii Balance Board and a copy of Wii Fit. He laughs and enters the room walking toward the Senatorial Television. He sets down the board and goes up to the Wii console that they have. He inserts the disk and turns the Wii on. Train: YEAH! EVANS WANTS TO PUT ME IN A LADDER MATCH? WELL, TIME FOR THE TRAIN TO LOSE SOME WEIGHT! LET'S START THIS UP WHOOOO WHOOOO!!!!!Train selects the Wii Fit game from the menu and watches it load. The menu pops up then a screen saying "The maximum weight limit is 330lbs. Please lose some weight and try again..."Train: WHAT? HELL NO!Train starts jumping on the board.Train: WHAT *CRASH* THE *CRASH* HELL *CRASH* IS *CRASH* THIS *CRASH* I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THIS GAME AND IT DOESN'T EVEN WORK? GAH!!!Just as Train finishes Gahing a new screen comes up, "Hello, welcome to the advanced version of Wii Fit. Let's begin"Train: Thats more like it! What shall I do first...hmm...running....yoga....simple exercises. YES! SIMPLE EXERCISES!Game *In an airy voice*: Hello, I am Sexual Stacy, and I will be your guide today. What is your weight? Train: 360 pounds.Stacy: How much of that is your p- Train: THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH OOC: I've been hanging around Ken too long...>_< Stacy: Alright, the first thing I want you to do is touch your toes. Train: Haha, I don't think so, next...Stacy: Alright, take your leg and bend it over your- Train: Next...Stacy: Start dancing, following what the screen says. Train: Alright, I can do this one.On the screen different steps come up. Train follows; left foot, right foot, step off, both, left, right, both, etc. However, after about 45 seconds after he starts, he becomes winded. And needs to take a break. Stacy: What's the matter big boy? Too much for you? Train: What...this game...sucks....ass....He turns the game off and throws the balance board out the window. After he regains his breath he walks over to the stereo and puts in a CD.Train: Let's see...if Arnold can help me..Train stretches his neck and arms for a second then gets ready. Suddenly, "Don't Stop Believin" by Journey plays. Soon after Arnold Schwarzenegger's voice starts. Arnold: Alright, ya! We are going to begin with push-ups. If you are a beginner, stop at 10, intermediate, stop at 20 and advanced, go all the way to 30! Let's get started. Train gets into a push-up position.Arnold: One....two...three....four....five....good...seven....eight...nine...keep pressing keep pressing....eleven....twelve...good...fourteen...fifteen...up down...up down...up down...keep going....up down...AND ONE BIG ONE!!!! However, Train struggles to do one push up during that whole time. By the time he says AND ONE BIG ONE, Train has done about one and a half.Arnold: For our next exercise you will need a bed or a block of wood. Train: Ah forget this.Train turns off the stereo and sits down at the table.Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY! I am just going to eat instead of trying to lose weight. I will use my great mind power to out wit him!Train gets up from the table and goes to the fridge. He pulls out a giant cake and starts eating it. At Omega Effect, Train is going to have one tough time climbing a ladder to retain his championship.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:10:05 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Phantasm Gloria (Credit: Sarin)
Yuki Satoshi. At first glance, Yuki appears to lead quite the normal life. She attends classes at the local high school, frets over boys, pines for handbags well out of range of her allowance.
All extraordinary people, however, have a secret identity, and young Yuki is no different. Japanese schoolgirl by day, masked crime fighter by night. Well, not so much with the actual 'fighting.' Yuki's specialty is computers. She researches unsolvable cases and sends her data to local police stations under the pseudonym 'Phantasm Gloria.'
This moniker, originally created to assist the unbeatable duo of Gatogal and Frost, came in handy when trying to convince policemen your intentions were genuine. Adding 'personal assitant to Gatogal and Frost' on your resume certainly leaves no room for moral ambiguity.
Lately, Phantasm Gloria has shirked her crime-stopping obligations in favor of a more pressing matter: the mental deterioration of Sarin Rossi.
A devout viewer of ACW programming, Yuki immediately picked up on Sarin's burgeoning precognitive abilities. After spending a summer with her fighting crime, Yuki had noticed Sarin's uncanny nack for predicting Two Hands' next move or deciphering the Engineer's true identity. Her intuition is, for all intents and purposes, abnormal.
But what is the source of this tremendous ability? Why can Sarin reduce Adrienne Frost to a stuttering vegetable with just her thoughts?
The answer, Yuki knew, was in that creepy sallow skin man that abducted Sarin a week ago. Why did he abduct her? Where did he take her? And, most importantly, what on earth did he do to her?
Yuki was determined to find out. She contacted her friends at several Tokyo police stations. If these goons had power--and Yuki was sure that they did--they were bound to leave a paper trail. Yuki's pleas for help did not fall on deaf ears; her deductions and tireless research had put hundreds of criminals behind bars. It was time to collect on a huge favor.
Researchers struck gold on only the second day of digging around. The sallow man was employed by a company called Blue Sun Corporation, a governmental financed institution with security clearances a mile wide. Yuki frowned. Whoever these guys were, they were rich. And powerful. And they had an agenda backed by the Bush administration.
In other words, yikes.
They had an office in Tokyo. Despite her misgivings, it was worth a shot infiltrating and 'poking around.' She's a petite girl, but Yuki Satoshi has her sister's blood. She won't back down from a challenge.
Letting her parents know she was spending the night at a friend's house, Yuki stole away dressed all in black. Breaking into the Blue Sun office wasn't too much of a challenge; she pick-pocketed a security guard sleeping on the job for the key. If he had woken up...Yuki didn't want to finish that thought.
She found another master key lying idly on the desk of the branch manager. It unlocked the door which bore the words "restricted access." Yuki smiled. This was almost too easy...
Inside, there were hundreds upon hundreds of musty old medical charts. Yuki sniffed the damp air and switched on her flash light. The charts were filed by last name, and it didn't take long for Yuki to skip past 'Damiano, Lucrezia,' 'Frost, Emma,' 'Hino, Rei,' and finally 'Rossi, Sarin.' Only women, she thought curiously, noticing that none of the charts seemed to have male contents.
She sits down with Sarin's opened chart in her lap. Standard medical statistics cover the pages: height, weight, allergies, etc. Yuki frowned. This wasn't what she was looking for.
She's about to call it a night when she sees an unexplored tab in the chart entitled "Highly Classified." Yuki smirked. Way to make things easy, Blue Sun, she thinks to herself. She shuffles through a few pages. Eureka!
The chart creater had meticulously tracked Sarin's brief psychic forays into the future. He (for Yuki could tell by the handwriting) 'voiced' growing concern for her emerging abilities. He classified her as Threat Level A. Having absolutely no idea what that meant, Yuki quickly found a term sheet pasted on the back of the chart. Threat Level A: Highly Dangerous. Extreme Threat. Candidate for Lobotomy.
A shiver raced down Yuki's spine. Did they lobotomize her...?
Sallow Man: No, we did not.
Yuki whirled around. There he was, in all of his sallow glory. Standing just a few feet away. How could she not have heard him? And how did he know what she was thinking?
Sallow Man: I possess minor telepathic abilities. I can hear your thoughts.
Fuck you.
Sallow Man: Not likely. I'm impressed by your audacity, breaking and entering. I might just have to call the police.
Yuki: The police are on my side, nitwit.
Sallow Man: You stupid girl. Do you think I'm referring to provincial idiots that wander around with night clubs?
Yuki swallowed. She was in deep, deep shi--
Sallow Man: Please, no more swearing. I can barely stand listening to women think much less swear.
Something clicked in Yuki's head. She looked around the room...all the charts...all women...
Yuki: This is about women, isn't? It's about women, and it's about power, and you just hate hearing the two in the same sentence.
Sallow Man: Not so much hate as find completely nonsensical. Telepathic ability has existed for thousands of years. It's a safely guarded right. A male right. And we do not intend to share it with those of lesser value.
Anger unlike anything she ever felt coursed through Yuki's small frame.
Yuki: So what? You...you kidnap these women...and, and you...
Sallow Man: If they become threats to our power, yes, we lobotomize them.
Yuki: Why?! And more importantly, why did you just tell me that?
He procured a pistol from his suit pocket.
Sallow Man: Because you will not leave this room alive.
He had the drop on her. Yuki blanched, prepared for the worst...
And then nothing short of a miracle happened. His face screwed up. His nose twitched.
He sneezed.
And Yuki, the younger sister of Yoko Satoshi, took one gigantic leap into the air and knocked him down with an outstretched leg. The resulting YKO nearly decapitated the Sallow Man. Yuki almost felt sorry for him--if he hadn't just tried to shoot her.
She landed catlike on the ground next to him. With a foot on his throat, Yuki kicked away the gun across the room.
Yuki: As a great woman once said, I'm allowing you to keep your wicked life for two reasons. And the first reason is information.
She pressed down harder at his throat.
Yuki: I want to know what causes Sarin's telepathy and how I can stop it.
Sallow Man: It's simple, really...
A few minutes later, Yuki nodded, satisfied.
Yuki: That makes sense. And as I said before, I'm allowing you to keep your wicked life for two reasons. And the second reason is that I want you to tell him everything you've just told me. I want him to witness the extent of my mercy by witnessing your deformed body. I want him to know I want him to know. And I want them all to know...they'll all soon be as dead as O-Ren.
The Sallow Man quirked an eyebrow. Yuki shrugged.
Yuki: It's always been something I've wanted to say.
A few hours later, Yuki was safe back in bed. The real reason why she allowed him to keep his wicked life was because she hated killing anything or anyone. Sarin came very close to killing Adrienne Frost completely. But she didn't. She maimed her and will probably leave her comatose for a while, but she didn't kill her. Which led Yuki to believe that Sarin could be saved.
The next morning, she settled everything with her parents and boarded the next available flight to Canada. It was time to set things right again.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:11:38 GMT -5
Segment: A Talk For Old Time’s Sake (Credit: FSX, Senator)
Returning once more from one of the fabulous commercials that you might not be aware of that occur during ACW programming, the backstage area seems rather quiet. In fact, everything appears to be across the entire arena. The night hadn't gone swimmingly for a few so far, and that would likely continue to be the case. But then again, everyone had their troubles! One of those people happened to be Fallen Souls, who at the moment was making his way out of what was presumed his locker room. He didn't appear quite pleased at the moment, though the sight of a glimmering cane and a man with a notable limp might just change that...
FSX: Well, if it isn't House! Spreading good feelings to all tonight I assume?
The Senator: I do believe I have heard enough House M.D. jokes to laugh half a lifetime at this point. Care to make it three fourths, now?
Taking a moment to consider this, seeing that Fallen was already prepared to launch them over and over again in succession, it was probably left off unsaid...after all, we could be here all night if that happened! No..it was better to simply cut to the chase, and find out why Senator had come here to see him.
FSX: Well...I would, but I have some other things that I really should be dealing with right now...besides, it's sort of creepy that you were just standing around out here and waiting around for me...
Senator: Well, I was going to knock, but you opened the door, and thus, I had no need to do so. Anyway, I came here with a specific purpose in mind. It has not really been that long since you left the Stable, has it?
FSX: Uhm...
Shaking his head before an answer could be given, Senator smiled for a moment and looked away for a moment, seeming to reminisce of a happier time...Back before he had to deal with the likes of Welshmen and Demons.
Senator: Do not answer that, rhetorical question. What I meant to say, is that while it has not been that long, it sure has felt that way, with your entire group splitting away from ACW, with my injury, with your hunt for the title. And I must say this much: I am quite proud of how you have handled yourself in this time.
FSX: Well...Thanks then, I suppose. That's good to hear, considering the circumstances.
Reassuring perhaps as well, seeing that Fallen was having quite a bit of trouble at the moment coming to an understanding with a lot of his problems. Just to know that someone out there still supported him? It meant a lot..even if he was just being polite in doing so.
Senator: I mean that with every last bit of sincerity. You may have felt that I was out to get you, that you had to escape the shadow of my legacy, of the Stable, and I can understand that. It may not have felt that way to me at the time, but it was the right and proper decision. As I stand here now, I see the man who I defeated to gain my first ACW victory, but I also see a competitor who has finally gained that eye of the tiger, that vital energy, that unstoppable momentum that it takes an entire career to build up, that only a true champion possesses. And yes, I look in front of me, and I see the man who has the title shot that was once rightfully mine. Hmph…the really insane thing about that…is that I do not feel jealous, I do not feel envious, I do not feel that anything is wrong with that at all. That chance is now yours, and you have made it rightfully yours. You deserve it, every bit as much as I did when I won at Fallen Heroes, perhaps a bit more, since it is now your time to shine in the spotlight, it is now your time in the sun, your time to demonstrate what a true ACW champion is and can be…and that, my friend, yes that, is nothing…but the truth.
...Or maybe he meant it all along! As Senator smiled for a moment, it looked as if this would be the end of things and he would go on to better prepare for his match at Omega Effect, considering the preparation that leg would likely need for him to be ready! But Fallen wasn't about to let things end there...no...his old friend had come here to give him well wishes and deliver a bump to confidence, and the least he could do was reply with honor.
FSX: I can't say I would of expected you paying me a visit at a time like this, Steve. The last time we met it wasn't on the most pleasant of terms, despite the fact I'm at least aware we hold each other in high regard. Still, despite all of that...despite the fact that you are likely the rightful contender for the World Title, and I'm simply a replacement? To think you've come here to wish me such good will...it means a lot to me. I really do appreciate it, and I'll live up to those standards until the day I die. Even if this happens to be the end of my career I want you to know that I do at the least apologize for how some of the things have ended in the past...and I do think I'm out of your shadow by now. If I win who knows! Maybe we'll meet on this ground on allies again one day...anything could happen.
As both men looked to one another for a moment, and the possibility that Fallen could one day once again be an associate to the Senatorial Stable remained in the minds of many, they would both nod contently to one another and turn to go there separate ways. Both were well aware that they couldn't think too much of this encounter, though perhaps use it as a morale boost at some point...no, they had to focus on their opponents still. Time was running thin, and they had to be well aware of just what they wanted. Just what they needed. Just what they would do...
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:12:08 GMT -5
Match 3: Jay Zero vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Jake Steele)
Phillip Jones: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… from Portland, Maine, and weighing in at 195 lbs… Jayyyyy Zerrroooo!!!
The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd, and waiting for his opponent to show.
Phillip Jones: And his opponent, from Long Island, New York, and weighing in at 320 lbs… Jasssoooonnn Freeeeeeemaaan!!!
During the slow intro of “Ugly“ by the Exiles, the lights dim, and he walks out onto the ramp slowly. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slowly, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp. He gets into the ring, and faces off with Freeman as the bell rings.
MATCH BEGINNING Freeman and Zero start it off with simple trash talk, which led to a back and forth game of “I knock you out first.” with lefts by Freeman, and rights by Zero, Zero gets the advantage and irish whips Freeman across the ring, only to be met with a running bicycle kick! Zero was down, but not out as he kicked out at 2 of very amateur like pin attempt by Freeman. Freeman thinking he was in control waited for Zero to get up, which he did and he went for a standing dropkick, but Zero dodged it and watched as Freeman bounced off of the mat and back to his feet. Freeman not knowing better runs towards Zero as he backs into the corner.. Freeman jumps and Zero catches him with a hip toss into the turnbuckle!
MATCH MID-SECTION Freeman had gotten a good lead in the match by this point, and was grinding his forearm into Zero’s face on the mat. Freeman then backed off and watched as Zero got on all fours, looking to get back on his feet. Instead Freeman ran to the ropes, then back at Freeman, landing a huge double knee drop onto Zero! Freeman counted for a 2.6 count. Freeman brushed his hair back pissed, and went to pick Zero up, but Zero wanting an advantage back in the match aimed punches straight for the gut of Freeman, Freeman reeles back, and Zero, he continues the jabs in a combo, and grabs Freeman’s head… THE HEAD BUTT!! Zero grabs his crotch, as Freeman falls back to the corner behind him. Zero stands up smiling then he runs into the corner… BRONCO BLASTAHHH!!!! Freeman falls down holding his face as Zero pins…
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….kickout!
MATCH ENDING Towards the ending of the match, Zero stayed in control for what seemed like most of it. Freeman had spats here and there but Zero maintained with punches to the face, his signature moves, in what seemed like a torture session for Freeman. Zero had looked to end it as he lifted Freeman onto his shoulders, going for the Zero Darkness, but somehow, someway Freeman caught a second wind and started to elbow Zero in his head, he jumped off and tried to end Zero with a Glory Driver but Zero reversed and switched it into the Zero Darkness!!!
1.…
…2...
…..3!!
Unbroken [Hotel Baby] by Monster Magnet begins to play as Zero stands tall, with a smirk over his face, getting a win over his former Entourage stable mate.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:12:42 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 22: Answers From The Mouth Of Gutless
(Credit: Scott Andrews/Nick Durden)
The camera shifts to the arena following a commercial break where the fans are going crazy for ACW, hoping for their moment on the big screen as it pans the audience.
McNally: Ladies and gentlemen we have had an action packed show so far, and next up we have - - -
Suddenly, before Maxwell could finish his sentence, the atmospheric guitar riffs and cymbals opening Parkway Drive’s “Anasasis/Xenophontis” begin to play as the arena is thrust into minimal lighting, only coming from flashing lights at the entrance ramp. The crowd build up their cheers before the rest of the instruments come in to a crushing ensemble and Scott Andrews and Jessie Young appear on the ramp.
They make their way down, Jessie taking in the cheers from the crowd, while Scott seems set on getting straight to the ring. He climbs on the apron and waits for Jessie to ascend the stairs before opening the ropes for her. Scott gets in the ring himself and requests a microphone from Philip, who is more than happy to hand his over.
Scott: I’m out here for one reason only; to call out Nick Durden!
The crowd pop for the straight up comment.
Scott: ...I want you to come out here and explain yourself, Nick!
No response.
Scott: ...This isn’t about the fact that you sold me substances that helped me calm my anger to an appropriate level, and didn’t let me know of the consequences associated with it. Yes, they work, but you betrayed my trust; that’s what hurt the most, Nick; knowing that you’d sell our friendship out for giving me cheap product just to escape your past troubles. I was looking for help, Nick, and what you gave me was a bitter sweet remedy. I can’t afford to be suffering like this while wrestling full time!
Suddenly a face appears on the Alphatron; it’s Nick Durden.
Nick: Yo, Scotty, mah boi, I just wanted to come out here tonight and mention how terribly sorry I am.
Wait a sec, could things actually end so quickly and neatly?
Nick: I'm sorry that the ACW audience has had to put up with your bitching and moaning for so long!
The crowd, surprised by this unusual response from Durden, boo their hearts out.
Scott: You son of a bitch!
Nick: Now don't you go calling the kettle black, boyo. All I did was seize an opportunity so neatly and conveniently presented to me. I knew your rage was out of control, and you were desperate for any measure of hope to contain it, even if that measure was merely a batch of outdated, primitive anti-depressants.
Scott: Well, y’know what, Nick, whatever friendship we had before now is through! Obviously, words mean nothing to you, so tonight I’m going to beat you down so bad your eyes bleed black!
Nick: You think you scare me, you washed-up pansy? Look at what you've become! The truth is that you were once one of the most feared men in the sport. You were a threat to go completely apeshit every single match, and that alone was enough to make your opponents tuck and run, but now you're doing everything in your power to get rid of the very weapon that's made you the star you are today.
It is amazing how calm, yet chilling the next words out of Scott’s mouth are.
Scott: Well I’m glad we see eye to eye now, Nick, just remember, I’m a cold blooded killer on a rampage with my blood boiling and a rage building inside of me that is about unload itself onto you with more force than a speeding train. I’m sick of people like you, taking advantage of people like me and getting away with it. It’s what I swore I’d fight till the end; injustice. I’m a vigilante who’s gonna put your ass out tonight, because in this house, I live by my rules...
Scott slowly drops the microphone and the crowd cheer on their favourite superstar as Scott’s music starts to play, signaling the end of the interaction and a fade to black.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:13:15 GMT -5
Segment: When Two Egos Collide (Credit: Dan White)
We fade in to a board room, where Chairman Gingerdude sits at the head of an empty table. He’s looking somewhat relaxed, and welcomes being able to stop what he’s doing and analyse things. This time of year is particularly tough for him generally, so he’ll take as much time as he can. There’s a knock on the door, and Ginger snaps out of his tranquillity.
Ginger: Come in
The door opens, and Peter Bannatyne walks on, holding a briefcase. Ginger doesn’t sigh, or suddenly turn into assertive mode. He remains calm. Part of the reason he signed Bannatyne into the fed is to be able to give himself a rest. Bannatyne sits down at the seat closest to Ginger’s right. He speaks out, in his broad Scottish accent.
Bannatyne: I guess I’ll play the role of right-hand man tonight.
A little joke to start them off. Bannatyne opens up his briefcase, taking out a few files.
Ginger: So what have you got for me?
Bannatyne: I’ve been looking at the wage bill records for the past four years and I must say, I’m a little startled to what I found. ACW has about 75% of the roster it had this time in 2006, yet the wage bill is about 50% greater.
Ginger’s eyes widen.
Bannatyne: I mean I know when a business gets bigger, you expect to pay more people. I mean you’re a football fan, if Accrington Stanley, who pay their players £500 a week got to the Premiership, you can’t expect them to still be paying them £500 a week, right?
Ginger: Absolutely, I mean that’s the direction we’re taking.
Bannatyne: Well here’s the startling news, Ginger. The ratings have actually been slightly lower comparing 2006’s summer ratings to now.
Ginger is silent, and Bannatyne shuffles through more pieces of paper.
Bannatyne: I mean I hate to be blunt to you Ginger, but they way you’ve been running this fed recently, I’m surprised administrators haven’t been called in.
Ginger looks down-heartened, but realises he can’t give this image, especially in front of one of Britain’s most successful businessmen.
Ginger: Ok, the reason I have had to offer people bigger wages is because of competition elsewhere. And not from other federations, but other industries. Thunderkiss or Aiden, whatever he’s going by now, has been in every film that’s been released in the last 2 years. So it seems anyways. BK, Jonny Spade, Hunter, they’ve all appeared in movies. Hell, Dan White spent 18 months trying to break other forms of media, and spectacularly failed.
Bannatyne: Well either way, it’s unacceptable the way you’ve been dealing with these contracts. I mean look here.
He hands some pieces of paper to Ginger.
Bannatyne: Some newcomers now are getting the same wage bill that the likes of Alicia Kitsune and Senator were getting in 2006. There’s no excuse for that. Sure, you might steadily have to raise the minimum wage, but for that price is just ridiculous.
He points something else out.
Bannatyne: Look at BK’s contract here, compared to now. Does he really need to be on that kind of money?
Ginger: Well it’s not that. That includes stuff he charges ACW for. It’s a policy I’ve included on everyone’s contract…
Bannatyne: So basically you let people charge ACW whenever they want to do something excessive? No wonder the Entourage was a financial disaster.
Ginger: Well, there’s not really anything we can do about it now, is there? I mean these guys aren’t going to accept a wage cut.
Bannatyne pauses for a moment, then appears to have something spark in his mind.
Bannatyne: I have a brilliant idea, come to think of things.
Ginger: Oh?
Bannatyne: Leaving it to up here (he taps his head). But you’ll be pleasantly surprised with the results, let me assure you.
Ginger: Alright then, looks like business here is done.
Bannatyne: Indeed. I’ll catch you after Omega Effect.
The two shake hands, and Bannatyne leaves, with his ideas confined to his head.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2008 16:14:50 GMT -5
“Possessed” Credit: Senator, Thunderkiss [Within the confines of the Senatorial Stable locker room, it is business as usual as the Capitalists and the man in charge exchange in some friendly banter. Little do they know that the status quo will soon be shattered for once and for all.] Kalb: The knee is looking great, Senator. Dan White couldn't finish you off just yet. The Senator: I am doing everything I can to make to make it to Omega Effect. And if that means I go in there on one leg, then, so be it. Hopefully, though, my therapy and training will pay off. Mr. Nobunaga has sure put me through the paces, in any case. Fitsharris: Ha! In no time flat you’ll be back you’ll be able to join us on the line dancin’ floor! Kalb: YEEEEEEEEEE HAW! Senator: That was entirely uncalled for...for the first point, I would not be caught dead in such a location, for the second, Mr. Kalb here has just embarrased himself on national telelvsion...mind you, not for the first time, but still... Third... ~!~WHAM~!~ Thunderkiss: Gentlemen, start your ENGINES! [The Senator begins to choke on his morning coffee as this most unwelcome blast from the past intrudes back into his life. Just like our current Commander in Chief he believes in the strategic value of a proactive strike and as such, verbally pushes the red button.] Senator: *URK* Kalb, Fitsharris, see this man out, and do not let him back in until he presents himself in a more appropriate manner! Thunderkiss: What? A simple hello would have been nice! HAH! [The wannabe cowboys charge Thunderkiss. Before they can wrangle him to his knees, they stop as they come to realize the immense size of this “steer” and begin to back away.] Thunderkiss: Nuh-uh. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. [The Capitalists turn and give the Senator a look of reluctance which is returned with one of displeasure.] Thunderkiss: Good boys. Beers will be on me tonight! Senator: You ruffian, you have no place here! I recruited a repentant Aiden Joseph to stand at my side, not the steroid addicted, muscle headed hedonist! Thunderkiss: I thought I was apart of this here Stable? Frankly, this is not leadership I can believe in! IS IT TIME FOR A CHANGE?! CHANGE WE CAN BELIEVE IN?! Senator: Mr. Joseph, stop spouting that absolute nonsense, and do explain the sudden appearence change. As far as I can tell, either Yoko Satoshi turned you insane, or you are playing an entirely inappropriate practical joke on me. Either way, cut it out. Thunderkiss: Does it look like I’m joking? [The Senator takes a closer look at Thunderkiss’ physical appearance. He is hulking, massive as if something happened virtually overnight. Not only that, but his demeanor has also transformed. Though outwardly he appears good natured, the Senator senses deep sadness as he looks into the eyes of his cohort.] Senator: What happened? SOMETHING happened. Thunderkiss: It’s Yoko’s fault, it truly is. Senator: Yoko? What on Earth could Ms. Satoshi possibly have done to bring this about? [Thunderkiss doesn’t look at him. Instead he lowers his head and feels the hole within his heart, a hole that was once filled with Anna’s presence. With weepy eyes he responds - ] Thunderkiss: She’s gone, Steve. Senator: What? Who is gone, Ai .. errr .. Thunder ... errr .... I cannot even bring myself to say it! [He brings his forearm to his face and wipes the rest of the moisture from his eyes. As his face emerges from this action it has been transformed from one of sorrow to one of pure hatred.] [glow=red,2,300]“We’re going to pin her down”[/glow] Thunderkiss: I’m going to pin her down. [glow=red,2,300]“We’ll rip the skirt right off her little frame”[/glow] Thunderkiss: I’m going rip that skirt right off of her little frame. [glow=red,2,300]“And we’ll make her like men”[/glow] Thunderkiss: And I’m going to make her like men. Senator: Mr. Joseph, I think, nay, I know that there is no doubt you need help, and need it badly. Even the strongest among us sometimes can stumble. No human is perfect. Please, sit down. We will talk this out. Reason will save the day, if you merely calm down, first. Thunderkiss: VIOLATION! DESECRATION! PENETRATION! JUST WAIT TILL SHE GETS A LOAD OF THIS ABOMINATION! [He says no more and exits from where he entered, leaving the Stable in a state of shock.] Kalb: What the HELL was that? Fitsharris: He’s off his rocker, nutso, I tell you! Senator: I have no idea and until I find out, watch your backs, gentlemen. Mr. Joseph is as unstable as Chernobyl, and about as dangerous in this state. But he is not unworthy of our compassion, and for that, I will be sure to pray for his fate. And to ask you two to do the same. Phillips turns back to his desk, finishing up a few scraps of paperwork, but clearly distracted...is ACW quickly turning insane? Or is that just the massive headache induced by the return of Thunderkiss, coupled with the already massive threat posed by Dan White? Senator Phillips shakes his head, and sighs to the heavens that the right answers might avail themselves...someday.[FADE]
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