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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:03:16 GMT -5
Dan is clearly too exhausted and plain out of it to celebrate at this point, and merely looks down, seeing how close his elder opponent came to continuing the match, and breathes a raspy sigh of relief on the mat at the sight.
The Senator, for his part, allows for the Capitalists to rush down to his side, Fitsharris handing him his cane, which he reluctantly takes.
White, seeing his opponent standing, ever so barely, as it is, still feels the need to match the action, and grabs onto the bottom, and then the middle, and finally the top rope, for what seems to be an eternity, glaring down through a trickle of blood, as the medics throw a patch onto the forehead of Steve Phillips.
Senator Phillips, for his part, almost allows a brief, ironic smirk appear on his face, as he ponders the tenacity of the opponent he just faced, a slight, but not entirely invisible show of respect.
Propped on the top rope, Dan allows for Makabe to raise his arm, but drops it straight back down afterwards, knowing that he barely got away with the win, even against the older, hobbled opponent, and for that tiny moment in time, the respect appears to mutually resonate, before Phillips turns back around, heading backstage without assistance from anything or anyone more than the cane under his arm, bumping medics and Capitalists out of his way, as he heads backstage, closing a chapter on his life.
Dan White, as life slowly but surely creeps back into his limbs, eases his way off the ropes, throwing his head back, and raising a fist of defiance to the applauding ACW crowd, who have, like the two competitors, come to show respect for a gutsy performance, a match to be remembered.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:03:50 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 24: Unmasking The Truth (Credit: Scott/Nick) After a hellacious Iron Fortress match, the pair of Scott Andrews and Nick Durden are surely feeling some pain. Even so, Scott went into that match and came out accomplishing everything he set out to do; teach Nick a lesson, and harness his weakness into strength.
The Scarlet Assassin has obviously recovered somewhat has he strolls through the backstage corridor showing his prize baseball bat ‘Lucy’ to Charlotte who looks on admirably. Scott is heavily bandaged around his head area, with blood stains still seeping through. He is now in casual attire and obviously cooling down from his battle.Scott:[/b] ...and then we won the state championship. Charlotte: Wow, impressive. Where’s Jessie? Scott: She went to grab a glass of water...So anyway - - - A staff member pops out from behind the corner.Staff: Mr. Andrews! It’s Nick, he’s in trouble! Scott: Is his head swollen like a water melon from that Headshot I gave him? Staff: No, but I think you’ll wanna come look. The man takes Scott down the corridor and around a couple of corners before he comes to a shut door.Staff: I could hear him in there, and a couple of others. Sounded like he was getting told off pretty bad. Scott listens in for a second.“...so we’re gonna show you how we do it in the drug industry, mate. Kerry; take his head off.”Nick may have betrayed him, but Scott knows how to be the better man. He doesn’t hesitate to pull back and kick the door down. When the dust settles he sees Nick tied up in a chair, and Marv in front of him with two goons on either side. All turn their eyes towards Scott.Marv: What in flaming hell are you doing here? Scott: I came to crash the party...hope you don’t mind. Scott immediately swings his bat at one of the goons legs, taking him down swiftly, then a gut shot to the other sends him to the ground as well. Marv begins to shake as Scott approaches, bat in hand.Scott: What’s going on? Marv: None of your business. Scott hits him in the thigh, sending him to one knee and making him wince in pain.Scott: I’m going to give you another chance to tell me what’s going on, and then if you don’t tell me, the next shot will be aimed at your head...and, Marv; I don’t miss. Marv: Ok, ok!...Mr. Durden over here didn’t sell any of the Amitriptyline we told him to get rid of. Scott:[/color] What? Marv: There’s still a big pile of them in the warehouse where our new shipments need to be put. The man’s costing me money. Scott: Then what the hell have I been taking? Marv: Rat bastard’s been giving you Panadol, mate. Ya’ use it for headaches. Scott: Yeah, I know what it is...but why? The two goons begin to rise, but Scott sees them and gives each a swift Headshot, sending both down to the ground again.Marv: You’ll have to ask him yourself. Durden is bound and gagged so he can’t respond to any of this. Scott pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and calls 911.Scott:[/b] Well, I’ll find out, but you’re going to jail. Marv: Not if I escape! Marv begins to run but Scott kicks him in the gut.Scott: Sit. Scott removes Nick’s gag and ropes and asks him again.Scott: Why did you sell me Panadol? Nick: You really thought I’d let these assholes get away with blackmailing me? Forget about it. Plus, I wanted you to realise that you don’t need drugs to help you with your personal problems; you just need belief. You made a few mistakes in the match, but at the end there...wow. You grabbed the ball and ran with it. My head freakin’ aches like a bitch! Scott: So you mean all this time I’ve been controlling myself through belief alone? ...Wow, I am good...Thank you, I guess. Nick: Don’t mention it...actually, nah, I deserve a thank you considering the hell you put me through in that match, haha. Scott: God damn it, I can’t believe I fell for that shit. It was so out of character for you yet I had no idea. But I’m glad. You’re a real friend, Nick, a real friend. Scott shakes hands with Nick and the two have a man hug. Aw. Both are looking worse for wear and walk out of the room as soon as police arrive on the scene.Policeman: We’ll take it from here, men. Scott: The situation’s all yours, officer. The two walk down the corridor engaged in conversation as the scene fades out.
So, friendship still exists in ACW.
And revenge is sometimes bitter sweet.
But when all is said and done, the ends justify the means.END.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:04:12 GMT -5
"Lost Cause" (Credit: The Revolutionary)
Since I came back, I've had goals on my mind that I want to accomplish. I've strayed away from those goals. I've been preoccupied with other things to even be concerned with that. But after tonight, I will continue with my crusade. After tonight my goals, my ideals will become my main purpose again.
This is a promise I make. It doesn't matter who I come across, I will do whatever I want and you will become a victim.
This is your warning. The revolution ACW has cried for is at hand. I am heeding it's call. Which side will you stand on?
Don't mistake fear for stupidity though. Follow what you believe is right. Side with me and the world will be your oyster. Side against me and...well...you'll be the oyster.
The choice there is yours. Some say it's better to be at the right hand of the Devil than in his path. So where will you lie?
Choose wisely and make your decision for a war is coming and it's a lot sooner than you think.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:05:05 GMT -5
Segment: The Battle of the ACW Titans (Credit: BK London) Four years ago, these two tore down the house at Samhain 2004
Since then, the battle waged on between the two for years..
They come to a head, one more time tonight, at OMEGA EFFECT IV Coming out of retirement for one night only is the Latin Sensation, Victor Laureano...
At two hundred and fourty pounds, he accomplished what most men take their whole lives to do, and he did it at the biggest stage of them all.
At Omega Effect II, Latino went one on one against his wife, and then ACW Champion, Alicia Kitsune. In one of the biggest matches in ACW history, he managed to fufill his dream and become ACW Heavyweight Champion...
His other accomplishments of Fallen Heroes winner, International Champion, and Tag Team Champion aren't to go unnoticed. Few have had the star studded career this man has, and one of those few is..From the streets of Brooklyn in New York City, he fought up through the ranks in ACW and within six months - he became ACW Heavyweight Champion. But that wouldn't be the only time he would see gold..
At Emperor of the Ring 2006, he went one on one against Latino for the 11th time in a 3 Strikes Match...a match in which made him a two time ACW Heavyweight Champion.
Since then however...
They have not locked up in the ring in a one on one match, until tonight..Two wrestlers that will forever go down in the history books of ACW go head to head once again in a match that will be one for the ages.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:05:34 GMT -5
Match 11: BK London vs. Victor “Latino” Laureano (Credit: BK) Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall… ”Gamer’s Theme” sounds throughout the speakers of Madison Square Garden, and then fans don’t exactly give Stephan Russo the warmest reaction as he walks down to the ring.Phillip: Introducing first, the man who will be in the corner of BK London, his agent, Stephan Russo! A victory pose follows, which gets him a bit more heat. Instead of walking into the ring, he walks around the other side of the ring in front of the announce table while he awaits the man who will be in Latino’s corner.Phillip: And now, the man who will be in the corner of Victor Laureano, the Chairman of the Board, Mr. Gingerdude! ”Ginger’s Theme” sounds throughout the speakers and the crowd gives the Chairman a mixed reaction as he walks through the curtain and onto the stage. He walks down to the ring, not taking his eyes off Russo who’s standing across the ring. Ginger positions himself by the ring..and now the real fun starts.
The lights in the arena go out, and there’s a brief murmuring before the familiar voice of Louisiana’s own Lil Wayne echoes throughout the speakers...HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
HELLO BROOKLYN[/size] You can feel the bass of the song thumping against the speakers, and the vibrations through the ground and up your legs. The man who manages to sell over a million albums in his first week with ‘Tha Carter III’, steps out onto the stage and gets one of the biggest pops of the evening.[Chorus - Lil Wayne:] Hello Brooklyn how you doing? where you going? can I come too And if I can I'm a be your man you could be my lady And have my baby and drive my cars and drive me crazy Wherever you going baby girl just take me 'cause I'm so taken If you taken I'm just sayin' baby I'm just sayin'Suddenly, Brooklyn’s finest comes up from the bottom of the stage to an even bigger pop from the crowd. Another year, BK London managed to get one of the biggest acts currently for his entrance – right here in ACW.[Jay-Z] Like a momma you birth me Brooklyn you nursed me Schooled me wit Hard knocks Better than Berkeley They say you murked me By the time I was 21 that shit disturbed me But you never hurt me
Hello Brooklyn if we had a daughter Guess what I'm a call her Brooklyn Carter When I left you for Virginia It didn't offend ya 'Cause you no I only stepped out to get dinner And now I'm eating So much I bought extra So much the dinner's now turn in to Breakfast I only roll Lexus To Hug your road I love your corners I'm half your soulPhillip: Making his way to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 243lbs, BK London! As the chorus comes back in from Lil’ Wayne, BK London appears onto the stage in his New York Yankee attire to delight from the crowd. Pyro begins to go off as Lil’ Wayne goes into his first verse, and the former ACW Champion rocks out with the hip hop duo before he heads down to the ring. The lights begin to flash on and off as he rolls into the ring, and now he heads to the middle turnbuckle where he poses for his hometown fans.
The performance finally ends and the crowd gives it up for Lil’ Wayne and Jay-Z, and they give props to BK London before heading to the back.Suddenly, on the other stage, we see the Puerto Rican flag draped everywhere and that can only mean one thing.
We hear the brief sound of the stick hitting the metal instrument, in which the name escapes me right now, but it’s the very familiar opening to ‘Low Rider’ by War. The original members of War stand on stage, and suddenly the music kicks in.
The Latino Funk Rock voice by the lead vocalist comes in, and the Hispanic audience erupts. All my friends know the low rider The low rider is a little higherThe trumpet comes in, and Victor Laureano walks through the Puerto Rican flag draped entrance to an enormous pop from the crowd. He’s wearing his signature red, white, and blue tights and a Puerto Rican poncho upon entering the Madison Square Garden arena and the crowd continues to go insane. Low rider drives a little slower Low rider is a real goerLatino does a little shimmy before heading down to the ring with a Puerto Rican poncho draped across his body, and he doesn’t take his eyes off BK London. BK London stands in the ring, fearless – or so we believe. Latino stops and turns to the side where he looks at Chairman Gingerdude, and then returns to keeping his eye on his main objective in the ring. The song by War ends, which gets quite the applause from the crowd, and Latino throws off the Poncho and reveals that he’s still in really good shape despite the retirement a few years ago.
The bell finally rings for this match to commence..and it’s on…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:06:31 GMT -5
Rather than the quick, brawling, aggressive fast paced start of this match one would think with the intense rivalry boiling over the past few weeks between these two, BK London and Latino decide to take a less arduous route and show off their chain wrestling skills. A collar elbow tie up starts this match up, one of the basic moves in wrestling, but BK London quickly shows why he’s one of the best in the game. A fireman’s carry takedown as quick as the eye can see, followed by a headlock grounds the Hispanic wrestler. Latino manages however to slip out of the hold and he manages to get BK London in a grounded rear hammerlock – which isn’t exactly the position BK London hope he’d be in. Bearing with the incredible pain, he rises to his feet and quickly bends over before sweeping the legs from under Latino. Latino falls on his back, and quickly BK grabs the ankle – hoping to latch in a Corpoate Lock early, but since Latino is on his back – he easily kicks BK London into the ropes. London comes off the ropes, and Victor looks to sweep the legs from under BK – but BK jumps over the legs of Latino. As Latino swings around, BK hopes to land a leg drop on the back of Latino’s neck – but Latino backs up before he can become the victim of that maneuver. The fomer International Champion Latino springs up to his feet and attempts a dropkick in the face of London, but BK rolls out the way in the nick of time. Both quickly return to their feet and a bit of applause for the two participants in this match.
Latino taunts BK London, putting index finger and thumb nearly centimeters part – saying that he was this close to being taken down. The fiery BK London ensures that Latino has seen nothing yet, and demands another go around.
The two approach the center of the ring again, this time looking for a test of strength. Latino right hand grasp BK London’s left, and BK London’s right grabs Latino’s left. Once latched on, the test of strength begins and it looks like the two are absolutely at a stalemate. No man appears to be moving thus far in this match, until BK London uses his leg to attempt to sweep the legs from under Latino. As Latino begins to go backwards, the smile on BK London’s face begins to grow. He knows that at any second, he will have the shoulders of his adversary pinned to the mat. Within a few seconds, Latino’s shoulders are indeed down but before the one count can be made – Latino judo flips the two time World Champion right over him. It’s a double pin, and treated as so by referee Keiji Makabe..
ONE . . TWO . But almost instantly before three, both men bridge up simultaneously – stopping the count, and the New York crowd applauds once more. BK London flips backwards to make an attempt and pin down Latino with his body weight, but Latino gets both of his feet up into the ribs of London. London is instead brought to his feet and in one impressive leap – Latino finds himself on his knees on the shoulder of BK London. No longer do they clutch hands, and Latino flips over and gets in a Sunset Flip on the Grand Slam Champion.
ONE . . TWO . .KICK OUT!
BK London and Latino return to their feet almost at the same time, and BK London rushes forward for a clothesline but Latino ducks under and bounces off the ropes. As fast as BK London can turn around, he’s taken down with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors by the ACW Legend. BK London gets up, his head is spinning a bit and Latino shows that he can play the power game as well as he Gorilla Presses BK over his head. All 5’9” of Latino hoists BK London over his shoulders and drops him on his abdominals right behind him. The crowd is definitely impressed with Latino, as many speculated, the thought he would suffer from ring rust but that doesn’t seem to be the case tonight.
With BK London down on his stomach, clutching it in pain, BK London bounces off the ropes and scores with a Senton Splash to the back of London. All the air almost rushes out of BK London’s lungs following that move, and Latino rolls BK over on his back and makes another cover.
ONE . . TWO . . T-KICK OUT
Russo’s heart nearly jumped out his chest for a second, as he even thought BK London would be out after that – but BK London managed to get his shoulder up. Latino picks up BK London and irish whips him hard into the corner. BK London stumbles out of the corner and Latino sends him soaring through the air once more with an impressive back body drop. Holding his back in pain, slowly BK London makes his way up to his feet and another one of Latino’s trademark moves are witnessed for the first time in a long time. One shuffle jab, then another, then the third, with BK London absolutely groggy – Latino attempts to follow up with the Discus Lariat – but BK ducks under the attempt. Grabbing Latino from behind, BK attempts a Release German Suplex. As he gets Latino high enough, he releases, but the Latin Sensation lands on his feet. BK London walks backwards and right into a back suplex right in the middle of the ring.
Gingerdude is clapping it up on the outside and Latino hops out onto the apron and heads to the top turnbuckle, possibly looking for a Frog Splash or one of his other high risk maneuvers. But before Latino can dive off, Stepan Russo gets his upper half of his body in the ring and pulls BK London by his feet to the outside of the ring – saving him. This gets quite the mixed reaction from the hometown fans of BK London, and a totally negative one from Latino and Gingerdude. Latino stays perched on the top rope as Stephan Russo helps BK London back up to his feet, attempting to will him back into the match. However, Latino changes the direction of his high flying maneuver – and in one impressive leap, he comes down on both Russo and London with a crossbody takedown.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:06:54 GMT -5
The fans are now evidently on the side of Latino thus far in this part of the match, and rather than take his aggression out on Russo – he grabs London and chucks him back into the ring. Latino slides in right after, and BK London manages to have the wear with all to slide right back out of the ring – an ingenious move by the Triple Crown Champion. BK London continues to recover on the outside while Latino isn’t too pleased with London.
Latino returns to the outside and picks up BK London, only to be jammed in the eye with the thumb of the Fallen Heroes 2007 winner. Blinded temporarily, BK London backs up and sizes up Latino for a huge clothesline which manages to take Latino down to the ground. BK London rests by the steel steps, continuing to attempt to catch his breath from the onslaught in the previous part of the match, but he sees Latino slowly getting up. Attempting to create some more distance, BK hops up on the apron to attempt to get away – but Latino quickly sweeps the legs from right under him. The back of BK London’s head connects with the apron and the crowd lets out a resounding “Ooooohh”, feeling London’s pain. BK rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, clutching the back of his head, and rolls close to the center of the ring while slowly getting up. Meanwhile Latino hops up on the apron, and he plays to the crowd a bit before ascending to the top rope in a springboard fashion.
As Latino balances on that top rope for that split second, BK London delivers an extremely quick dropkick to the top rope. This spells disaster for the superstar returning for one night only as Latino slips from the shaking of the ropes. Latino falls forward, and lands right on the back of his neck. Latino looks absolutely KO’d from that point on, and BK London capitalizes with a quick cover – hooking the legs.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
Latino manages to get his shoulder up; some believe a move by absolute instinct, because it looked absolutely over after that one fall. Even BK London can’t believe it, and he now covers Latino once more – grapevining the legs.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
Another kick out, and BK London is getting absolutely furious with referee Keiji Makabe, and yells at him for not counting fast enough. Latino can barely pick his head up from the mat without falling back in a prone state, and BK London now turns his attention back to the match at hand.
BK London briefly mounts over Latino before delivering blow after blow, destroying the facial features of the one time ACW Heavyweight Champion, and quickly after BK returns to his feet and drops a knee right on the skull. Holding his head in pain, BK London goes for a cover once more –
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT
The Blueprint of Success is wondering how Latino could still manage to kick out after such a brutal fall to the back of the head. He grabs the head of Latino and pounds it against the mat aggressively, multiple times, and referee Makabe quickly pulls BK London off of Latino. Makabe checks on Latino, and he says to the referee that he will not give up. Once BK hears that from afar, he picks Latino and backs him up into the corner. A huge elbow to the head follows and now BK London whips Latino across the ring into the opposing corner. BK now races forward, attempting to follow up with a clothesline of the sort – but Latino gets his boot up to the delight of the crowd. The Grand Slam Champion stumbles backwards a bit and drops down to one knee, holding his jaw in pain. His brain has been rattled a bit by that kick also, but he manages to bear the pain for the few moments. He however sees Latino ascends up to the middle top rope, possibly looking to land a diving maneuver – and he puts an end to that. He races towards Latino and grabs the ankle before jerking Latino off the top rope. The Hispanic Triple Crown champion soars through the air and lands square on his back and the back of his head, and Ginger cringes in pain on the outside.
London struts around the ring a bit, doing one of his signature poses and there is quite the mixed reaction from his home town fans. Russo applauds the former ACW Champion on the outside, and now tells him to get back to work on Latino. BK obliges, and rather than go for the pin, he picks up Latino.
Latino is absolutely motionless and BK throws Latino’s arm over his shoulder and tosses him towards the middle of the ring with an Exploder Suplex. He picks up Latino again and tosses him in the direction of the turnbuckles with yet, another Exploder Suplex. BK London now rolls over and drives his forearm in the face of Latino while hooking the leg for a painful pin.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:07:30 GMT -5
There is a pop from the Latino fans on the outside, and a bit of clapping from Ginger, while BK London himself is quite frustrated. He picks up Latino and now locks in a modified version of the Abdominal Stretch. While BK does straddle the legs like a tradition abdominal stretch, the upperbody maneuver is different as he actually locks in a Dragon Sleeper. Gingerdude begins to pound on the mat, hoping to get some support from the crowd for Latino – and the fans actually begin stomping in unison. Several moments later, Latino scores with an elbow to the ribs of London with his free arm. Another elbow follows, and another elbow, until Latino eventually frees himself. Once Latino gets free however, he turns around and runs right into a massive lariat from the former two time International Champion – which knocks his block off.
It seems that every time Latino attempts to get the advantage back in this match, BK London takes him back down a peg, and Russo loves this. Turning Latino on his stomach, he grabs the arm and attempts to lock in an Arm Trap Crossface. He pulls back on the head of Latino, and the former ACW Champion screams as he can feel the pressure being put on the back of his neck and arm. He attempts to reach the ropes, but it doesn’t look like he’ll be able to reach it at this point. He’s slowly fading, slowly, and Gingerdude sees that he will have to take matters into his own hands. As Makabe checks on Latino to see if he’s passed out, Ginger runs by and puts the leg of Latino on the bottom rope.
Makabe gets a good look behind London, and sees the leg on the rope and immediately tells him he has to break the hold. Meanwhile on the other side, Russo is going absolutely ballistic. BK London definitely sees that Ginger had a hand in this, and he stares at him from inside the ring and begins yelling at him. Latino is slowly starting to recover, and he sees BK London with his attention on Ginger. Quickly Latino springs up with his last ounce of strength and grabs BK London in a school boy.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT!
BK London manages to free himself from that pinning predicament, and is back to his feet way before Latino is back up to his. A huge elbow comes back down on the neck of Latino, dropping him back down to the mat. BK London now picks up Latino and puts his head between his legs before hoisting him up with a powerbomb. With the impressive strength of London, he tosses Latino neck first onto the top turnbuckle – which gets quite the reaction from the crowd. The back of Latino’s head snaps against the turnbuckle before he sinks down to the bottom turnbuckle.
Slapping his knee, London is obviously looking for one of his trademark maneuvers – in which he calls The Mouthwash. Ginger is warning Latino to move out the way, but at this point it looks as if the lights are on but nobody is home. BK London takes his sweet time walking to the other side of the ring and he slaps his knee before racing forward. In the nick of time, Victor manages to roll out of the way and the groin of BK London collides at full speed with the second rope. Holding his nether regions in pain, BK London pulls his leg from through the middle rope and he is treated to a Hurricanrana from Latino. BK London climbs to his feet after that huge move, and he goes for a clothesline on Latino but Latino ducks. La Puta Driver looks to be coming, but BK London manages to elbow his way out of this one.
Latino drops on one knee, holding his head from one of those elbow shots, and BK London begins to size him up. Waiting for him to turn around, BK London gets into one of his RKO modes and pounds the ground with both arms. As Latino turns around, BK London leaps up to his feet and in the air – looking for his Medevil London, a leaping reverse STO (Shelton Benjamin’s Paydirt). However, Latino manages to grab BK London in midair and counters with a very impressive Uranage Backbreaker in one fluid motion. BK rolls off the knee of Latino, clutching his back in pain, and a La Majistral Cradle follows up which gets the shoulders of BK pinned down to the mat.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT
Both men managed to kick out, and they’re quickly back up to their feet. However, BK London is the first to strike with a huge boot to the skull of Latino. Latino stumbles backwards into the ropes and bounces off, hitting a huge clothesline out of nowhere. The crowd shoots up from their feet as Latino drives BK London’s head into the mat, but Latino is also floored by the previous big boot. Unable to cover, BK London rolls himself to the edge of the ring while Latino lays motionless for a bit. Makabe checks on BK London to see if he’s KO’d and he seems to be fine. Makabe then goes over to check on Latino, and that’s when Russo rushes over with a steel chair and pushes it towards London. London conceals the chair with his whole body while still lying down, and Chairman Gingerdude has seen enough.
Gingerdude races around the ring and surprises Russo with a huge Lou Thesz press. Rights and lefts connect with the face of Russo, and the crowd goes absolutely bananas. Makabe races to the outside to try to split he two apart, and with the distraction BK London notices that Latino is almost to his feet. The Latin King uses the ropes to aid him back up to a vertical base, and BK London gets up on his own with a chair in hand. Ready to smash a skull in, as Latino turns around he swings for his life and hopes it connects. However, Latino manages to move out the way and the chair collides with the top rope. The chair bounces off the ropes and connects with the face of BK London, and the crowd bursts out in laughter. BK London groggily stumbles around and is treated to the Switch Blade Cut by Latino.
The crowd pops massively for the return of the maneuver, and Latino makes the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE
…the crowd chants, but Makabe still has his hands full with Gingerdude and Russo. Latino continues to scream for Makabe to race back into the ring, and he eventually does a few moments later. With a quick side to the left of the pair, he makes the real count.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:07:59 GMT -5
BK London gets his shoulder up before two, and some of the fans are delighted. Back on the outside, Gingerdude is still beating down Russo as if he still owes him money and other referees and officials race down. The gang of five manages to separate the two geezers and begin to escort them to the back. Back in the ring, Latino picks up BK London and irish whips him into the corner. However, BK London manages to counter it and sends Latino into the corner before attempting to follow up with a high knee in the corner. However, Latino manages to side step it and BK London leaps onto the middle rope to prevent any further danger. Quickly responding, Latino springboards himself off the adjacent ropes and turns in mid air before planting London in the mat with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb.
The impressive move is followed up with a pin, but the count isn’t made as Latino fails to realize that BK’s arm is under the bottom rope. Latino rises up and picks up BK London, and brings him to the center of the ring. He throws London’s arm over his shoulder and scores with a beautiful vertical suplex. Swinging the hips Eddie Guerrero style, he rises back up to his feet and goes for the second vertical suplex but BK London floats over his shoulder and grabs him a rear waist lock. BK London hits a huge German Suplex on his opponent and now rises back up to his feet, attempting to hit another but Latino manages to elbow his way out of this one and he counters it into his second vertical suplex. He swings the hips once more to rise up to his feet and goes for the third vertical suplex, but it’s blocked. A few punches to the ribs give BK London the ability to deliver a second German Suplex and rises back up to his feet.
It’s 2-2 this time on the suplex trifecta, and BK London looks to score the third but Latino won’t budge – blocking the suplex himself. A few more elbows to the side of the head, and now BK releases the rear waist lock. Latino kicks BK London in the abdomen and attempts the third vertical suplex but BK London floats over him and jerks his leg from behind. Almost instantly the Corporate Lock is locked on the fan favorite and the crowd pops for BK London. Latino screams in pain for the few moments he succumbs to the pain of the Corporate Lock, but he manages to roll forward and send BK London head first into the turnbuckle. BK London holds his jaw and turns around and he walks right into the third vertical suplex. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Latino now ascends up to the top rope and beats his chest before pointing up at his idol Eddie Guerrero, who stares down proud. Latino dives off the top rope and hits the Frog Splash on BK London before hooking the leg. It’s strictly academic from here folks…
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
BK London gets his shoulder up before the three and the crowd can’t believe that he managed to kick out of the Frog Splash. Even Latino himself is a bit shocked with the Frog Splash not being able to put down BK London, but he’s not the most accomplished wrestler in ACW for nothing.
You can see Latino contemplating what will it take to really put him away, and now he picks up BK London – but like a zombie from the dead, BK London rises up and picks the ankle of Latino. Screaming in pain, Latino attempts to crawl towards the ropes but BK London pulls him right back to the center of the ring. Latino now turns onto his back and he kicks London off, but London continues to hold onto the ankle. Latino attempts to kick London off once more, this time with his other foot, repeatedly to the face, and it manages to free him from the excruciating hold.
Latino hobbles up to his feet and BK London rises back to his feet, and goes for the ankle again – but Latino scores with an Enziguri to the back of the head. BK London stumbles around a bit loopy, and flops down to the mat while Latino rolls under the bottom rope and now ascends to the top rope. Latino stands on the top rope, and quickly BK London springs up to his feet and runs up the ropes – attempting to score with a huge suplex off the top, but he’s pushed off by Latino right back down to the mat. For the third time in this match, Latino attempts a Frog Splash but this time BK London manages to roll out of the way. Latino’s ribs crash against the canvas, and all the air quickly escapes out of his lungs. He stumbles up to his feet, and turns around and before you know it – THWACK – Shades of Michaels.
It’s like a gunshot, and Latino drops like a sack of bricks down to the mat. Without any hesitation, BK London crawls over and covers his opponent.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
The crowd shoots up in cheers for Latino as he gets his shoulder up, and BK London cannot believe that he kicked out of the Shades of Michaels. BK London gets in the face of Makabe again and goes absolutely bonkers. Screaming that was a slow count, BK London hopes to intimidate the referee – but Makabe sticks by his count, saying that it was not slow. London continues to exude frustration, and he turns around and sees Latino getting up again. He stalks Latino from behind, with his leg shaking, and it could possibly be another Shades of Michaels. Victor rises up, and turns around – seeing the kick coming and manages to stop it before it connects with his face. Catching BK London’s boot in his hands, he throws down his foot and scores with a huge Switch Blade Cut.
BK London flops over on his back and Latino rises up to his feet and now heads to the apron again before climbing to the top rope. The crowd goes crazy and he now goes for a move alternate to the Frog Splash. Last Night’s Hangover looks as beautiful as it did three years ago as he flips in the air to land his leg drop, but as it connects – disaster strikes for Latino. Surprisingly, BK London managed to endure the pain of the maneuver and he grabs the ankle of Latino and flips him onto his stomach to perfectly apply The Corporate Lock.
It’s the last think Latino thought would happen in a predicament like this, but BK London has managed to prove once again that he can latch in The Corporate Lock out of nowhere. Screaming in pain, Latino attempts to crawl towards the ropes – the only thing that can free him from this world of hurt. BK London has a different idea as he pulls Latino to the center of the ring before applying the grapevine. Scratching and clawing the mat, Latino attempts to make his way to the ropes by pulling the entire body weight of BK London behind him. As Latino inches towards the ropes, he can feel the torque and pressure being placed on his ankle increasing. The pain is becoming totally unbearable, but he has to make it to the ropes to win this match. He edges closer and closer, and is within a finger’s length of the ropes – but he can feel like his ankle is about to snap at any second. He unwillingly taps the mat, and Keiji Makabe signals the time keeper to ring the bell.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, BK London!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:08:26 GMT -5
”Hello Goodbye”, despite Hello Brooklyn being performed nearly 40 minutes ago, sounds throughout the speakers and there couldn’t be a more joyous reaction for a heel. The Madison Square Garden erupts in cheers as BK London releases the hold and climbs back to his feet. Keiji Makabe raises London’s arm in victory, but a few short moments later he is shoved away by Stephan Russo.
Russo wants the privilege of raising the hand of the victor tonight, his own client, BK London. The two embrace in a huge, and the fans continue to cheer the former ACW Champion as he exits the ring and heads up the ramp.
Laitno is left in the ring alone, and he is offered help by Keiji Makabe, but he graciously refuses it and climbs to his feet on his own. He can barely walk, so he stands in the middle of the ring and soaks up the huge standing ovation from the MSG crowd. Also a native of New York City, he is proud of have wrestled one more time in his home state – it makes him proud. As he exits the ring, he steps towards the stage – Chairman Gingerdude is standing at the end, applauding for the person he represented in this match, applauding for the man who represented ACW and gave all he had in this match tonight.
While he didn’t win, he represented everything ACW was about – putting on a show for the fans and giving everything you got. He walks up the ramp, with no regrets for anything that he did in this match, but with a sense of pride for being affiliated with the best federation in history. He stands at the top of the stage once more, a bit teary eyed, and bows for the fans before heading to the back.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:09:29 GMT -5
“Russian Roulette” Credit: Thunderkiss [Having refused hospital treatment, he now sits alone in the “comfort” of his hotel room. The blood that mats his hair and covers his face has now crusted over and has become just like his life, an irritation. Visions of his utopian life in California tease him as if they were trying to force him to wave the white flag of his existence; they succeed. Sitting on the floor next to him resides the devil’s instrument, a .38 caliber revolver. Having lifted it earlier tonight from a security guard, he now wraps his fingers around it to see that its purpose is achieved. A second later, the gun’s chamber is opened and bullets rain onto the floor. All but one. That very bullet now spins in a 360 motion and it isn’t until TK’s wrist snaps upwards that it comes to a stop. All that lies between TK and the afterlife is a 16 percent chance.] *ClicK* Thunderkiss: Come on. Take me. [With another finger pull, the odds rise to 33 percent.] *ClicK* Thunderkiss: GOD DAMMIT, TAKE ME! [glow=red,2,300]“Put the gun down.”[/glow] Thunderkiss: Get out of me and I most certainly will. [glow=red,2,300]“Your mother beat you. The so called “love of your life” betrayed you.”[/glow] Thunderkiss: Oh great, a history lesson before I blow my brains out. Why do you torture me so?! [glow=red,2,300]“This is not torture, Thunderkiss. It is a reminder, a reminder that those who falsely claim they care for you have done nothing but abandon you while I remain.”[/glow] Thunderkiss: Oh joy. Lucky me! [glow=red,2,300]“Don’t be snide. If it were not for me, your son’s mother would be dead right now. I gave you what you wanted and now it’s time for you to return the favor. Now place the gun to the floor, our work here is not done yet.”[/glow] Thunderkiss: Oh, it’s done alright. You fucked up my well enough to ensure there isn’t anything left for the taking. [glow=red,2,300]“I beg to differ. Look up.”[/glow] [TK does so and is startled by the unexpected appearance of his half sister who has snuck her way inside his hotel room while his attention lied elsewhere. Her reaction is even more intense as her brain filters through the images that lay before her. Though she is overcome with shock, these feelings quickly wash away and are replaced by those of concern.] [glow=red,2,300]“Wow, look at those lips, and I’m not talking about the pair on her face!”[/glow] Thunderkiss: You stay away from her! Winter York: Aiden?! What is a matter with you? Talk to me, brother. Thunderkiss: NO! You must stay away, I am not well. [Winter lowers herself onto the floor and TK tries to push her away for her own safety. She backs off, albeit temporarily.] Winter: I can see that. Call me silly, but I think you could use a shoulder to lean your head on, brother. I saw everything. I am so, so sorry. I will talk to her, try to fix this ... Thunderkiss: Don’t bother. She was doing what she thought was right. I do not blame her; I would have done the same. Winter: Don’t talk crazy! [Winter grabs Thunderkiss’ hand and places it within her own. Feeling his symbiote’s displeasure building from within, he tries to pull away but her determination wins out in the end.] Winter: If there was every true love, you two had it and I know that something like that doesn’t just go away overnight. Surely she must feel something for you. Thunderkiss: Yes, hatred. It is something we share in common when it comes to myself. [He rises. His affection for his sister causes him displeasure, and before his unwelcome guest can force his hand to do an unforgivable act, he leaves.] Winter: Aiden? Where are you going? Thunderkiss: Honesty, I don’t know. [First the doorway, then the hotel. In little time, the city of New York is also at his back. Both feet lead him down a journey to nowhere. If only they could carry his mind away from his troubled thoughts.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:10:30 GMT -5
A Vision Danny Mainer It’s a cold, crisp night in New York and out amongst the bustling skyscrapers competing to be the biggest and the little apartment blocks competing to be the scrubbiest. Amongst them is the centre of attention for the Wrestling world in Madison Square Garden as Omega Effect IV is being contested. It’s late in the night and Danny Mainer has retained his International Title. However, our focus is not on Aiden Joseph VS Yoko Satoshi or Fallen Souls VS Sarin Rossi. No, we’re shown the exterior of an apartment block where a black-cloaked figure stands atop the fire-escape looking down over the practically empty city street in Brooklyn, New York. He watches on as a lone car passes down the street, a blue sedan with no music blaring out. The hooded figure looks raising a hand out of his over-hanging robes and raising it to his chin. He strokes his chin as he sees the driver and passengers getting out of a car. The driver out first opens up the back-seat and out gets a beautiful Puerto Rican woman in a sparkling red dress but the thing that surprises this hooded watcher is the site of the man. Hideously ugly and dressed in jeans and a hoodie. No doubt it’s someone of importance to the red dressed beauty because otherwise she wouldn’t be caught dead with him but alas she has been caught alive with him and the cloaked figure is just left to muse on it as they walk arm in arm into the apartment block across the street. The focus returns to the hooded figure who is now leaning against the fire-escape railing. He looks down at the floor and hacks up his throat before spitting a wad of phlegm which takes about 5 seconds to smash into the ground spraying spit and snot everywhere. Lovely image I know, but before we can discuss any further the symbolic codes of the hooded figure’s yellowy green splatter matter on the floor he begins to break into a monologue. Danny: International Champion huh? Is this what it all boils down to? The title? Breaking Jake down was no easy feat but I did it and nobody dare deny I did. In front of everyone I tell you, he went down like a bitch! I took him out and he lay motionless in the centre of the ring. I had him down, one, two, three. I’m still International Champion and I’m still top of my game. But beating Jake Cheng, what does this International Title mean? “What makes me put my life on the line week in week out for this title? Why don’t I just call it a day and go home to my girlfriend. Why do you fight 20 pounds of gold and leather every night, day in, day out?”… Pause. Danny yanks his hood down and if it wasn’t clear before, you can now fully see his face. Danny: Because it’s my name. The name Danny Mainer doesn’t mean a whole lot to you people, it’s just a name to you. Just like BK London or Steve Phillips, they may be names to the fans or people that know them but to those that wear their names them they are the scout badge sashes that mark them out for every other Dick, Tom and Harry. For example, you think of BK London and you think of Sarin Rossi. Why do their names mean so much to them? Sarin Rossi is our World Heavyweight Champion, BK London is a former champion, Triple-Crown champ, Fallen Heroes Battle Royal winner and an all-around badass. My name being in lights is the day I live for, the reason I get up day in and day out is to drag my ass into work and to train, to live, to fight, to do what I love.Danny then stops and takes a heavy breath which is very clear due to the cold night air. He sighs and then continues on looking very morose on the fire escape. Danny: As long as my name is on the card or on this title belt then my name lives on and I’ll be cared for, I’ll be loved by the fans. I’ll be remembered. I’ll live to fight another day. But what happens when my name isn’t on the card? When my name isn’t on a title belt, when my t-shirts stop selling. What will happen then? I’ll be broken… George Patten quoted famously that success is how high you bounce when you hit the bottom. The way I feel right now, I don’t think I’ll bounce all that high when I hit the bottom, I’ll just make a gory and unholy splatter across the bottom of Pro Wrestlings basin. I stand here ranting about how I don’t feel like I’ve achieved much even though I’ve won two International Title runs in the last month… Hell it’s the only thing I’ve won in the last 2 years, my entire wrestling career is revolving around these title runs… I just don’t feel like a success. I feel like a waste of time, unvalued, underrated. Unneeded.Again, Danny stops to pause as his thoughts race through his mind like a flash of lightning. He doesn’t quite know what to say and the pause lasts a few seconds. Finally though, the pause is broken and Danny speaks again. Danny: George Patten may be right about the success and it being dictated by how high you bounce when you fall. It seems to me like… like I should test that theory. Here, I stand 5 stories up on a Brooklyn apartment buildings fire escape. Two International Title reigns, an Intercontinental Title reign, having run my own wrestling company and having been one of the most controversial superstars in history… but is it enough for me? No. Wrestling is like jumping off a building to catch a rope ladder attached to a helicopter. If you don’t catch that opportunity to escape you’ll fall to the ground, smack your head on the concrete and never be heard of or from again. Now, if I want to see how much of a success I am the only way to test my bounce ability… would be to leap from a great height… like here, in Brooklyn, New York. Will an International Title be able to save me? We’ll see, won’t we? Alpha Championship Wrestling, enjoy Omega Effect. I’ll see you on Monday night or I’ll see you at my funeral… good night. Will this fall spell my beginning… or my end?And within a nanosecond of finishing his sentence, Danny throws his hood up and vaults over the rail without a second glance. He hurtles toward the floor at breakneck speed leaving the camera locked on the fire-escape as we draw to a fade. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:11:02 GMT -5
Segment: Family (Credit: AK)
Omega Effect is drawing to a close, and most of the crowd could be forgiven for tiring having shouted, yelled and cheered their way through eleven astonishing matches. How much more exhausted then is the Latin King himself?
Victor Laureano slowly makes his way toward the non-descript locker room he has been assigned for the evening. Every muscle aches, and his ankle in particular is certain to trouble him for quite some time yet. As much as he has loved being in front of a huge ACW crowd again, all he can think of at this moment in time is getting showered, changed, and on a plane back to the place he now calls home.
Little does he realises that “home” has in fact decided to meet him halfway, in a manner of speaking. No sooner does he tug open the locker room door than something jet black shoots out, almost knocking him off his feet. The thing following it is bigger, and this time Latino ends up on his back.
A very familiar sound assaults his eardrums; barking, right in his ear. Then, the owner of the bark notices the man on the floor, and jumps up to lick his face, tail wagging at 100 miles an hour. Latino instinctively reaches for the dog’s collar.
Latino: Pacino?
Pacino the Pitbull is clearly overjoyed to see his master. Latino scuffs the dog’s head, trying to work out in his tired head how his pet can be here in New York; there is, of course, only one logical answer. A smile is already breaking out across Latino’s face as he accepts the hand offered to him from the doorway.
Alicia Laureano is simply dressed in street clothes; she looks a little unkempt, as if she’s not been in the building long enough to tidy herself up. She and her husband embrace one another silently for several seconds before parting slightly, though still with their hands on each other’s waists. In the background, Richard Parker slinks past with a cursory glance and a faint whiff of dumpster.
Latino: What are you doing here, Mami? I thought we agreed-
Alicia: I missed you.
She smiles at him. Victor can see there is more to it than that… a lot more. He smiles as well.
Latino: I should have guessed you wouldn’t be able to stay away. Your name’s been cropping up all over the place.
Alicia chuckles.
Alicia: Nice to know I’ve got a legacy, even if it is as “the person everyone is better than”.
Latino leans on his bad ankle unwittingly, and winces. But he looks deeply satisfied.
Latino: It’s done, chula. I’m glad I came back for one more encounter with BK; I proved my point, and it was all worth it. This fed… it’s full of good people, you know.
Alicia: I know. And they’re going to be just fine, regardless of what Mr. Russo may think he’s up to.
She looks into her husband’s eyes.
Alicia: I got here in time to see most of your match. I’m so proud of you, darling… watching you out there, I felt young again. You were magnificent.
She clasps his hand in hers, and holds it there for quite some time, as if not quite sure how to go on. Then, biting her lip, she slowly moves his hand toward her midriff.
Alicia: There’s something I have to tell you…
His hand comes to rest on her stomach, about level with her belly button. Her final words are for no ears except those of the man she loves with all her heart and soul…
Victor just stands there for what seems like an age. As he contemplates those whispered syllables, the pain in his body ceases to be notable, or even relevant. Such moments are rare, but they change a person’s world for ever.
He tips his head to one side and gazes upon his wife with a strange feeling of wonder.
After all, it’s not every day one and one make three…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:14:45 GMT -5
Segment: En Media Res (Credit: Sarin)
Sarin lied in the back of Yoko's camper. After assuring both sisters she was fine, she requested privacy for a few minutes. Decisions had to be made, decisions that frightened as much as thrilled her.
She could flee the country. Yuki's investigations into her past had attracted media attention. Yoko had informed her that she was now wanted for murder by the Irish authorities. This was the end--for now--of her career as a professional wrestler and World Title holder. Prison doesn't generally allow temporary releases to kick people in the face.
She could also--and Sarin was surprised that she was even considering this--turn herself in. She was tired, tired of the lying, the running, the dodging, the constant looking over her shoulder. She had born the guilt of the deaths of her mother and father for too long, and it had nearly killed her as well. Prison couldn't be nearly as bad.
For the longest time, Sarin convinced herself that killing her father was justified. He was a selfish monster that allowed her to grow up penniless and killed her mother by ostracizing her from her family and setting her out to the streets to die. If Sarin believed in the afterlife, she was confident he was not in a happy place right now.
But she had committed what every self-righteous terrorist claims--she had imposed her own moral code on her obviously-lacking-in-morals father. Instead of reaching out to him, to show him of his follies, she vowed revenge and finally killed him. She was no better than the most zealous of terrorists.
Her father may very well have deserved death. She deserved just retribution as well. She was not above the law. No one is.
Yoko: Sarin? Still breathing?
Sarin turned to face her Yoko, her brilliant, shining Yoko, cheeks still smarting from Sarin's smacks.
Sarin: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. For a lot of things.
Yoko: I know. And I forgive you.
Sarin: I'm turning myself in.
Yoko: I knew that too. It's because of some crazy notion of just retribution, right? Nevermind that you've saved dozens of lives and assisted displaced Iraqi orphans?
Sarin nodded, smiling through watery eyes.
Sarin: You know me so well. Prison can't be that bad.
Yoko: ...It's prison.
Sarin: Hey, I'm trying to be optimistic here.
She nudged Yoko. Yuki poked her head out from around the corner, took one look at Sarin, and rushed to her side, hugging her tight.
Yuki: IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou! Don't go, Sarin! Please don't go!
Sarin kissed Yuki's forehead and stroked her silky black hair.
Sarin: You know I love you too, right?
Yuki nodded and choked back a few tears. Yoko checked her watch.
Yoko: It's almost time for your match.
They lock eyes. Three women, all powerfully connected by mutual bonds of love and respect. Steady feet, don't fail me now, thinks Sarin as she rises from the sofa.
Sarin: I'll see you both after the match. Then I'm boarding the first plane to Ireland and turning myself in.
Yoko: We're coming with you.
Yuki: Yes. You'll need help carrying your luggage from the airport to your cell!
It was such a pathetic justification that all three started to giggle.
Sarin: Well, wish me luck.
She turned to leave. Yoko pulled her back and kissed her on the lips.
Yoko: Good luck.
Sarin left without saying a word. Yoko tended to do that to her.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 28, 2008 16:15:16 GMT -5
Segment: Mysterious Silhouette: Prelude to The End (Credit: FSX)
Silence has come to us all as the night has persisted to it's near end, and no one has made a single effort to leave their seats at this point in the evening. Why would they even give such a thing a moment of thought? The show wasn't over just yet, and the Main Event is always a reason to stick around. It may very well not be the match that many have come to see this evening, or that many had much interest in, but it was always a sort of foundation for Omega Effect. The event that brought one of the most magical experiences of the year to a triumphant close, and this year it could close much more then just that. Anyone who has ever followed the career of Fallen Souls is well aware that this is something he has always strived for, and the possible finality of it all was something he would just have to deal with. Who wouldn't take the chance, after all?
Sitting alone in the backstage area for the moment, Fallen had no clear expression on his face. His eyes were shut and he appeared to be in quite the deep thought for the moment, paying no mind to the outside world in any fashion, perhaps simply so he could think. Everything that he had ever worked for, and anything that he had ever strived to achieve were coming to a head tonight. He had the opportunity of making his dreams come true, and achieving what perhaps everyone would of called an impossibility for him as of last year...reaching the pinnacle of this company. On the other hand, this could be the end of his career. A life he has known for so long that it became a vital part of him, for it to be cut to a close due to one defeat would simply be devastating...but he was ready. It was an once in a lifetime opportunity, after all...
FSX: ...So it's finally time, right?
Backstage Worker: In about five minutes, Mr. Souls.
Opening his eyes as he looked up now from his apparent meditation, Fallen would simply nod once to the man that had come to inform him of this, before seeming to shudder at the news. It was finally almost time, right..? He was going to face his destiny, and it was all coming to him so fast. How could one possibly be ready if they weren't already? Content and pleased with such little time remaining? Anyone would be a wreck upon hearing such news!...Except for Fallen, it seems. Though it wasn't the most pleasant of expressions, he appeared to be smiling for the moment. One couldn't comprehend the thoughts racing through his mind, but maybe he had finally made peace with them all...
FSX: Good. I'm tired of hearing what everyone else has to say, and waiting forever for this to go down. This is the match that I've been training myself for these past months, and the moment that I've been readying myself for my entire life. Another chance like this will never come to me, after all...I have to take the one I've got.
Slowly getting up from his seat, Fallen would simply stretch a bit before beginning to make his way toward the door. Stopping as he was about midway through the room, he would hesitate a moment before turning around and sighing softly. Something still just wasn't right about all of this. Perhaps it was simply the mood of the moment, or what he had last said, but it stopped him. He couldn't simply leave just yet. The walk would be too long, and standing their waiting to be introduced would just be too painful. This was his livelihood..the thought of losing it was terrifying.
FSX: You know, I've always lived my life in a sort of fear of this kind of moment. Hidden in the shadows when the opportunity to shine arose, and watched with a sort of awe as others took advantage. I always wondered just what it might be like if I took such a chance too, but I never could will myself too. The thought of what might happen if I failed always was lingering in my head, and always was enough to hold me back.
Backstage Worker: Well...what makes tonight any different then before? How did you silent the voice in your head?
Looking back to the man after a moment, he almost seemed a bit surprised that he hadn't scurried off by now. It was unusual that someone would stick around and listen to him ramble on, unless of course they had the intent to ruin him, so this was new... Turning back once more to face him, he smiled softly as there seemed to be such an active curiosity in his voice. Perhaps he had his own reasons for asking such a question. In fact, Fallen seemed to almost seem a bit of himself in this man..though he didn't know why just yet.
FSX: It's not really all that different, in all honesty. The voice is still chattering away, and I still have feelings of doubt even now. I know what will happen if I don't manage to succeed tonight, and I know what it will feel like. I'll be disgusted with myself, and perhaps even change my mind on the whole matter..cursing myself for taking the chance. But I had to do it. I couldn't live in fear anymore. I outgrew the shadows, and wanted my own turn in the limelight...
Taking a few steps forward now, Fallen would slowly tilt his head upward and take a look the the ceiling. This room wasn't really fitting of such a discussion, as it had no personality. It was too dank for such deep purpose and philosophy...but that was the story of his life. Looking back to the intrigued man once again, Fallen would frown softly as he thought of all that had been said already. The way he was perceived through this all..It was all another reason he stood alone.
FSX: I guess some could still call it greedy that I'm doing all of this, but they just don't understand my point of view. I'm doing this with the thought in mind that anyone should be able too, and that no one should hide in the shadows. Over the years I've seen so many that were stereotyped and overlooked due to their inability to reach out for their dreams, and I knew I was one in the same. Someone who wasn't really considered for such an opportunity, and placed in a role that many might find embarrassing. I mean...I love to entertain, but it grows an emptiness in you to know that's all your ever expected to do. Nothing more, nothing less.
Backstage Worker: Well, I guess that makes sense...I don't really know if I could do what your doing, Mr. Souls. I mean..I have dreams too, but taking that one leap and hoping you land alive it's just...it's frightening. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my job, and I can't take the risk. For my families sake, you know?
Now it all made a good bit of sense as to just why he could feel empathy for this man, as he was hiding himself in the shadows for the sake of others. This was the same thing that had occurred previously for himself, and Fallen could sympathize with his struggle and situation. There was so much pain that was associated with such a life that Fallen would feel a will within him to comfort the man, but he couldn't detour from his point of all this. He couldn't break focus.
FSX: No one should have to take the risk that I'm taking just for the chance to achieve their dreams. That's kind of what I'm fighting for...so others won't have to risk it all for their chance, and can get one with some effort. Breaking free of their set limitations, you know? I imagine that no matter what happens that much will be true tonight, and I really do hope it's the case. Even if they don't respect me I love the guys in the back around here, and I hope them all the best. I just wish they could of understood that and believed in me...but I guess it can't be helped.
Perhaps something of a public enemy now to the other veterans that riddle the halls of this arena tonight, Fallen wasn't quite sure how to think of such a situation. They had all dealt with their own struggles over the past month, and his was really not all that different. They gave their all in the individual contests they were associated with, after all...The only difference is the prize. Maybe that's why they felt such a fury for Fallen's apparent luck...though there would be no equal travesty for their individual failure. That was a burden of his own.
FSX: I really don't want to have any regrets after tonight, and I hope I can look myself in the mirror if I fail...I just have to remind myself that I did it for the right reasons, and that it all meant something at the end of the day. That I overcame my fears and took that one shot at the sun. That I finally broke free of those limitations that had binded me for years, and got my chance to reach for the stars...
Backstage Worker: Well...if it means anything, I'll be rooting for you tonight. Sarin isn't about to go down easy, but I've got a feeling you'll give her all you got!
Words of a praise in a time of tension were always something of importance, despite where they may come from. Though Fallen knew nothing of the man that he had engaged in this conversation with he couldn't help but look to him in a sort of pride, so pleased to have touched at least one other individual with his plight that it filled him with a sense of satisfaction. That he was truly doing something for a greater good, and that his heartbreaking trauma that could result was minuscule in comparison to the overwhelming success he would feel associated with victory. As no matter what might occur tonight he would achieve a victory...and even the smallest could be seen so large in the eyes of those it effects.
FSX: Oh? Well...thanks then, kid. I know it's going to be anything but easy out there tonight, and I really do understand that. Sarin is incredibly dangerous, even if she's not in the best state of mind...But that's something I've always known, and been all too aware of as I got deeper and deeper involved with all of this. I feel I've grown alot from it all, and that's all I can ask for. So...if this is the last time that I'm ever seen in ACW, let it be known that I'm happy. That I've lived my dreams, and that I've truly appreciated each and every moment that I spent with all of you. Though I may of never properly shown my gratitude toward you all in the past, know that I've always felt it. I'll never forget any of you...and if this is it, Goodbye...
Perhaps too much emotion, and perhaps too assumptive of the final result that this night may bring, Fallen was ready for anything at this point. Nodding once to the Backstage Worker that may have already been touched by the effect of such a conversation, Fallen would step by him and enter the longest hallway he had ever witnessed. It would seem to go on forever as he made his way down it, and was painfully aware of just what awaited him at it's end. This was destiny now, and he had to face it. For his sake and those that he truly believed would benefit from him, he had to place it all on the line. Though it may be hazy to the end result of all this, he would give everything in the ring...and be happy with the result.
If this is goodbye, let it be goodbye. The memories, however, will last a lifetime...
Fade to black.
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