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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:00:53 GMT -5
===================== Summer Break 7/7 Chris Phenomenal ===================== Dear God, just let Paige be safe, that’s all I ask.
With that, a number of memories run rapidly through his mind, his life litterally flashing in front of his eyes, he hears the bullet slide into the chamber of the gun at his head, and then the laugh of Paige ringing in his ears, the last thing he ever hears as the crack of the gun fills the abandoned factory.
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The scene opens inside of the same factory, the smoking gun held to Chris’ head as it seems as if time is standing still. Paige looks on, her face agape as she struggles against the men who have her held, screaming out Chris’ name as he falls forward at the feet of the man who has quite possibly blown his brains out. Auspicious however is the absence of blood protruding from the back of Chris’ head as he slams face first into the canvas, apparently out cold, his eyes lifeless as finally Paige breaks from from her captors and grabs hold of Chris in her arms, tears filling her face as she looks down at the man who has seemingly given his life, all in an attempt to save her.[/color] Where…am I?
It appears as if Chris is standing all alone, floating in the air with nothing underneath him.
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Voice: Get her off of him. The two men approach Paige and grab a hold of her, dragging her off back into the darkness of the factory to where one could presume there is some form of holding cell to prevent her from complicating things.Paige:[/color] CHRIS!!!The shouts of Paige reverberate throughout the factory as the man who just shot Chris can’t help but smile.
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I’ll never forget this.[/i][/color][/td][/tr][/table] The two men who had escorted Paige off are now standing next to the man, looking down at Phenomenal, curious. The man pulls the magazine out of the gun and reveals it to his comrades showing that it was loaded with blanks.
Man: Now, we wait.
The Ref comes over and checks on Dark Tiger, Dark Tiger has appeared to stop struggling and his face is a deep shade of red. The Ref asks a growing limp Dark Tiger if he gives up, Dark Tiger ushers out what appears to be a no. A couple of more seconds go by and Dark Tiger is completely gone. The Ref walks over and lifts his arm up, it drops limp. 1. He does it again and it drops. 2. He does it for the third and final time and it drops. 3.
The Ref rings for the bell however Chris does not release his Anaconda Chokeout on Dark Tiger. Dark Tiger’s face begins to go a light shade of blue as the Ref cannot pull him off. Security runs into the ring and somehow manages to pry Chris off. Chris Stands up and raises his hands in victory as the crowd boo’s him. |
My first win, the first step on my path to greatness.Chris looks at AJ, and drops his guard, and allows AJ to fire a shot right to the face, AJ fires more lefts and rights and goes to the third rope, Chris falls to the floor after another barrage of punches and measures up Chris. As Chris rises up AJ goes for the Diving Spear but Chris ducks under. AJ summersaults avoiding the Crash and Burn after the Diving spear. Chris finally gets a serious look on his face, and Starts throwing Left and Rights backing AJ into the corner, AJ ducks under the final punch and mounts top rope and starts throwing lefts and rights. Chris grabs one punch and rises to the top rope. Chris Grabs AJ’s other wrist and Turns them towards each other and locks them in, Chris hooks AJ’s arm and flips him over his back, Chris corkscrews in mid air comes crashing down on top of AJ and covers him as the ref counts….1…2…3!
Chris Phenomenal rolls out of the ring and grabs his newly won HPW Television Championship and raises it in the air.The first time I became a champion. The first time I possessed gold.AJ goes for a snap hurricanrana but Chris Phenomenal with amazing power blocks it and AJ is left in quite a predicament. Chris Phenomenal steps over the one arm of AJ and then the other before leaping into the air and crushing AJ with a Black Out. Chris rolls AJ over as the ref counts…1…2…3With that win I became a dual champion. I was on track on my quest for immortality.Frank Washington is in the ring exhausted, but thinking he has the win, he looks at the referee, waiting to receive the title belt, but gets a confused look on his face when the ref doesn’t have the belt until it hits him. Frank gets to his feet and turns around right into Chris Phenomenal who grabs him and levels him with The Real Superstar Show and covers him
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Alex Smith: Not like this, he doesn’t deserve to be the champ
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Jill Dante: He has played possum throughout the entire match and is going to walk away the champion
….3!!!!Johnny Deep: Chris Phenomenal has done it, he is the new North American Champion
The referee gets the belt and passes it to Chris Phenomenal as Joseph Kahn announces
Joseph Kahn: Here is your winner and the NEW North American Champion. The Real Superstar Chris Phenomenal.[/I][/td][/tr][/table] Man: Get your head up. LOOK AT ME! Chris is shown, shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs as he eats a massive punch with no means to defend himself, his arms tied behind his back.Man: Now I’m sure you’re wondering why I haven’t unloaded a slug in your ass, and that’s because I’ve got a job for you and I’m sure you’re a smart enough man to figure out that you don’t have any other option. Chris is still out of it, trying to run everything through his mind as he looks into the dark brown eyes of the man, understanding the position he is in.Man: You see, there’s a man who I’m sure you’re familiar with that’s been running a little outlet, getting involved in my business. Thing is however, he doesn’t run things directly, he hires people to do his job and stays squeaky clean, living on what could be termed as a criminal’s dream location, ACW Island. Chris looks up at the man, trying to understand what the hell the man is saying.Man: I need you to get involved, find a way to get at him, and then get him out. You’ve got the power to do it, even with your history, in fact it might even play into you with him wanting revenge on you. Chris stares up at the man, understanding in his eyes.Man: You get the job done, you get Paige. You fuck up, you lose her, it’s as simple as that. Now if you’ll excuse me. With that the man starts to walk away before grabbing his pistol and whipping it across the face of Chris’ knocking him back into an unconscious state as the man turns and looks at his cronies.Man: Get him out of here. With that the two grab a hold of Chris’ before marching him out the door, dragging his dead weight as the scene cuts.[/color][/font] (OOC: I have no clue what the hell is wrong with the coding on this if people are concerned.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:02:19 GMT -5
The Mestarruus Retrospective & Reunion Ceremony: A Half-Decade of Destruction The Mestaruus Retrospective and Reunion Ceremony (Credit: Dan White & Andrew Starr) The camera fades back in from an ACW “Don't Try This At School” video, and swiftly dim, leaving the ACW Arena darkened, with nothing more than a few switch lights and cameras lighting up the vicinity. Added to this are a few screams and woops, with a few members of the audience perhaps anticipating a dramatic return to the ring for somebody, such as Ridley or TNT. And they watch with anticipation, as two giant spotlights turn on, and shine on the Alphatron, causing some more noise from the crowd. In addition, some classical music is played, and the expectation for something great rises even louder. A video package begins to start on the large screen, and a voice opens it up.
Voice: Hundreds of years ago, Norse explorers set sail for new lands. Having outgrown their homeland, a land once rich of the finest European soil and agriculture, these great men turned to the seas, in hope that they would carry them to a more promised land.
The video shows a well made film clip; a misty fog surrounds a bleak, dull sea front. Several men, quite clearly vikings, are collecting their goods onto long ships, and kissing their loved ones goodbye.
Voice: These men were fine men. They ate the finest foods and they drank the finest ales. They fought with the finest weaponry, and they defended with the finest armour. They were a breed of man like none other. Nobody on God's Earth had seen such warriors.
The video transitions into several montages accompanying the voice, showing a viking feast with rum being swigged, and then another scene, showing a line of viking warriors being equipped by the assistants, the skinnier, lesser associates of these fine men. They equip their elders with spears, sturdy shields, and tough helmets.
Voice: And these men would find new lands. They would hit the shows of foreign territories, and claim them as their own. They would tear down villages and they would beat off the men with their swords, spears and axes. Any attempted fight was quickly shot down by these reivers.
As per expected, the following scene shows the vikings storming villages, with locals running away with dread and fear. But these vikings know no fear, and saw nothing crude in swinging viciously with their axes.
Voice: The vikings were a revolutionary breed, men that would go beyond their limits. They were virtuous, and masters of their own game. They had their own word for their mentality.
The video suddenly darkens, leaving nothing to behold. Well, with the exception of fiery writing slowly fading into the picture.MESTARUUSThere's a large pop. Maybe not as large as if it was a returning character, such as Wyvern or Starkweather or someone to that likening, but a large one nonetheless. And it sparks the Mestaruus theme tune to blare out over the PA System. The lights flicker back on, but it's very much a repetitive on/off motion, as both Dan White and Andrew Starr stumble out to an even bigger pop.
They're both wearing viking helmets, and bottles of what suspiciously looks like beer, which when thinking about the situation, comes as very little surprise. As they make their way down the ramp, which has beenbrandished with a red velvet carpet, they look rather chuffed with the effort put into their entrance. The duo enter the ring, and the lights stop flickering, the music fades, and we're introduced to a grand set.
There are two cardboard boxes, of which we have no idea for their purpose, along with eight giant beams that look similar to fireworks. Along with this, is a huge metallic structure, with a couple of televisions placed next to a pair of bar stools, with a metal table in between the two. It looks very similar to Chris Jericho's Highlight Reel, but the crowd are more focused of the two reunited tag team partners, who are up on the turnbuckles, pointing to the crowd and keeping them hot. Eventually, the duo step down, and take a couple of microphones.Dan White: Hello ACW, and welcome to.... THE MESTARUUS RETROSPECTIVE AND REUNION CEREMONY: A HALF DECADE OF DESTRUCTION
Dan holds his hands out, mouth wide opened as if to show that he can't contain his excitement, as the crowd reacts positively. Starr, however, is slightly more cynical.Andrew Starr: Yeah but Dan, in fairness, we were only around for like four months. We've actually done nothing for more than a half decade. Dan uses shifty eyes again, responding quietly.Dan White: Quiet, man. It's just an expression. Anyways, let's get a beer. Having already consumed and gotten rid of the earlier beers, it's obviously time for a refill. Dan reaches down and takes one of the cardboard boxes, planting it on the table in front of the duo. He opens it up and passes Andrew Starr a can, who starts to address the audience.Andrew Starr: Well anyways, we decided to have this grand, obscenely expensive do because we feel that in the ACW of today, there clearly isn't enough of a nostalgia hit. We feel that you fans could all do with a bit of a blast from the past, a touch of old school, and to you lot realise that we were the greatest tag team of all team, and that everybody else, past of present, clearly sucks.Starr looks to Dan, who sips his beer, nodding and agreeing.Andrew Starr: By the way, Dan, I know that when I left you in charge of making a video you said you'd get it sorted, but how the HELL did you afford something like that?!Dan smirks as he puts down his can.Dan White: Heh, dude it was simple. Gingerdude hasn't changed his password from when I managed to swindle the company of $20 million. Dan looks at Starr, whose eyes are widened, shaking his head slightly.Dan White: Oh shit, aye. I didn't swindle anything! If anything it was carelessness by Gingerdude to allow somebody to get money out of the company. I was just showing him the major flaws in his business. And, as it seems, I've done it again. Andrew Starr: Well, whatever you did, you managed to get a kickass video there, Dan.Dan nods his head, his smile beaming.Dan White: Thank you. There's a bit of a pause, as both men take the priority in taking a drink from their cans.Dan White: Anyways, like my fine tag team partner noted, we've decided to bring you fans a bit of the past. We both did a bit of soul searching the other night when I just so happened to bump into Starr here, and in light of his retirement tour, we thought we'd take a chapter out of our books and give them here, straight to you. There's an arseload of fans out there who didn't even know what an ACW was back in early 2005, so for the benefit of those unenlightened, we've got you a video package somewhere here. I dunno, Starr made it. Starr's eyes widen again, as he looks at his tag partner.Andrew Starr: Erm, dude, I thought you were making the video package?Dan's eyebrows furrow.Dan White: Yeah man, I made the massively expensive video package! This shit was your deal to do, mate! Andrew Starr: No, I was the one who organised the set together!Dan White: Aye, well you did a well crap job, man! I mean what is this shit? He points to the TV screen.Dan White: Hamsung? HAMSUNG?! What the hell is Hamsung?! Andrew Starr: Dude...that says 'Samsung'. You know, the well-known television brand.Dan White: ...Oh. Dan looks closer at the TV screen.Dan White: Ohhhhhhhh. Maybe you're right. Andrew Starr: Yeah, I AM right.Dan shakes his head, as he finishes off his can, and goes to crack open a new one.Dan White: You know what dude, I don't get how you Americans can drink those little 330ml cans of beer. They're well little, mate! Get the 500ml cans! Andrew Starr: Nah, they're rubbish. They get really flat at the bottom of the can! I'd rather just have three 330ml cans of fresh beer, than two 500ml cans of beer that gets crap at the bottom of it.Dan White: ...Touche. But if you drink quickly, then that doesn't happen! Andrew Starr: You know, I think we've strayed off the point a bit. The fact is, we don't have a video to play to show our greatest ever moments.Dan White: Well dude, in fairness, we can pretty much say what we did off our heads. We weren't a tag team for very long. Especially since SOMEBODY tried to break my ankle cos I was stealing his thunder. Dan scowls at Starr, who shrugs his shoulders.Andrew Starr: It wasn't my fault! You tried to call me “Daredevil Lite”!!The fans are very much confused at the manner of which the pair are arguing in, causing Dan to try and make some proper peace between the two.Dan White: All right, all right, enough arguing. We were here to expression the awesomeness of Mestaruus, and that's what we shall do. Andrew Starr: Indeed. Now, we were part of a tag team that started back in late 2004, when I beat a young Dan White. But we were two men on a mission. We wanted the tag team titles. Dan White: Unfortunately, we didn't actually get to do that. The three shots we had, firstly, we were SCREWED by Hunter and Cage. We were screwed badly. We won the match, but when Hunter noticed that we were quite simply more fantastically awesomely superior to him and his retarded-come-dead-come-undead-come whatever zombie he is now brother, he decided to lose the match by DQ. So we won the match, but not the titles. Andrew Starr: And then, we had the issue of a tag team turmoil at Ragnarok 2005. And we should have won! But once again, we were screwed. It's not really fair when the two other teams in the match decide to conspire against you, resulting in your downfall. That really sucked.Dan White: But the worst one was that even though we'd beaten them just five days prior in a non title match, we lost to G-Unit at Bloody Valentine's 2005. Which was probably fueled by a certain tag team partner being so jealous of his compatriot that he decided to attack him and try and break his- Andrew Starr: ALRIGHT, Okay, I think we've heard enough!Dan White: Sorry dude. Dan looks rather apologetic, as his tag partner scowls at him.Andrew Starr: ANYways, we have decided that, here in the year 2009, we're going to attempt to go for one more Tag Team Titles run.Dan White: Yeah man. I mean look at all the other times when there's been dominant teams. I well bet that if we was in 2006, when Flower Power was dominating things, then we would have beaten them. I mean Starr here holds wins against that lesbian Japanese paedophile, or whatever it is she does. And Sarin is pretty crap as well. Andrew Starr: Yeah, and same goes for the Road Steelers. They're nothing amazing in the ring. They're just a bunch of wash ups that were in the right place at the right time.Dan White: Well that might be true right, but you was a tag team champion as a Road Steeler. So technically you're calling yourself a wash up. It's Starr's turn to now use shifty eyes, as he attempts to backtrack.Andrew Starr: Hey dude, don't steal my thunder.Dan frowns at him disapprovingly, but quickly moves onto other things.Dan White: But on that bombshell, I suppose we better wrap up. Andrew Starr: I agree. This hasn't really gone the way it was planned, has it? I mean we promised a rich insight to our history. And, well, we've just pretty much argued throughout.Dan White: No thanks to you not making a video package! Starr scowls at Dan yet again, as Dan smiles.Dan White: Well anyways, I suppose we should wrap it up. I guess our fine chairman isn't going to be too pleased at not only wasting an arseload of money on this fine spectacle, but also wasting a good portion of the Pay Per View. So, our fine fans, if you would like Mestaruus to come back and kick the tag team division's arse, go crazy, or something like that. The fans go absolutely mental, cheering profoundly as both White and Starr nod, and smirk. Their ceremony has certainly been entertaining, if not that informative, and they have shown that they're more than capable of still keeping an audience loud. As they get off their seats, downing the remainders of their cans and leaving their microphones behind, they look rather appreciative of the reaction they've gained from the crowd. Several of the audience members are laughing uproariously. The arena lets out a ham-fisted round of applause at the semi-serious reunion ceremony, and particularly at the reformed tag team’s vow to go after the ACW Tag Team Championship. Starr and White quickly chug the last of their remaining beers to make sure that none of the precious liquid goes to waste, before crushing the empty cans with their heels against the ring. Feeling content with themselves, Dan joins his right hand in Andrew Starr’s left, as the two men raise their hands triumphantly one final time.
As if to signify that the farcical production has finally come to an end, the microphones and the cameras cut back to the announce table McNally: Well folks that was quite the...hehe…quite the “interesting” intermission show we have been treated to. Edison: I’ve been working here for years. Where’s MY beer and MY Viking helment? McNally: I’m sure you’ll get it at the next pay-per-view. At any rate, up next we have…wait a minute…what the hell??
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:02:39 GMT -5
The camera frantically cuts back to the ring. As Dan White and Andrew Starr wrap up their gestures of triumph, a very large figure moves swiftly through the crowd. Barreling over the guardrail, the leviathan shape slides into the ring behind Andrew Starr and Dan White, moving rather stealthily despite its size.
Edison: Who in the hell is…
McNally:…that’s…I believe that’s Kaoru Hanayama!
And indeed it is. The enormous three hundred and twenty pound Japanese man takes a second, as he stands behind the newly reunited Mestarruus, before exploding forward and connecting with a double Goliath Lariat to the back of each of their heads!
The two men go down, unprepared for the sudden and ferocious strikes. All around, the audience boos ferociously at the completely unwarranted interruption. Hanayama merely stands there, surveying the results of his handiwork. White and Starr writhe in pain on the mat. Just for good measure, Hanayama yanks Andrew Starr back up to his feet. The maneuver is pulled off surprisingly quickly, considering Starr is a full grown man. Kaoru turns him around and wraps Andrew’s arms around his own torso, before hitting him with the Goliath Driver into one of the cardboard boxes, still filled to the brim with metal cans of beer. A sickening aluminum crunch is heard, as the cans are crushed underneath Starr’s weight.
Kaoru then turns to Dan White…who falls victim to the same exact maneuver, being viciously driven in the extremely solid and quite full cans of beer.
Both men are laying quite stationary now, with the booing and jeering reaching a fever pitch. Hanayama looks rather unresponsive. He stands there, wearing his rather large jeans and black t-shirt (clearly, clothing cut for fatter men) For what seems like an awkwardly long time, he stands expressionless, listening to the boos. Then, as if finally making up his mind to speak, he asks for the microphone.
McNally: And what the hell is all this? He shouldn’t be here tonight…hell he isn’t even booked on the card! Why would he attack Mestarruus?
Edison: I don’t know…but anyone who shuts up Dan White is a man after my own heart.
After some fumbling around, an official at ringside finally manages to find a working microphone and reaches into the ring to hand the device over to a rather chunky hand. Kaoru wraps his fingers around the microphone, and clears his long hair out of his face before beginning to speak in slow, deliberate English.
Hanayama: Judging by the booing…I suppose you are…what? Are you angry? Are you surprised? Well don’t be. There’s absolutely nothing to be surprised about. Anyone could have seen this coming. Hell, a child could have seen this coming. So if the ACW fans couldn’t see it coming, that’s their problem.
A furious chorus of boos ring out. The crowd is never happy at being insulted, especially not after an attack one of their heroes.
Hanayama: You want me to put you at ease? You want a simple, tidy little explanation for why I just attacked Mestarruus? Well then, let me oblige: I did it…because I wanted to.
Another eruption of boos from the crowd at the callous, unfeeling reason. Kaoru’s narrow eyes betray absolutely no emotion. Not even cruelty. Just a lethargic stare.
McNally: What? “I wanted to” is absolutely no reason to viciously assault two men.
Hanayama: You see…I was sent here, to the ACW…not because I care about wrestling. Wrestling could disappear tomorrow, and I wouldn’t cry about it. I’m here…because the way I conduct my business has forced me to be here. I don’t have much of a choice. So if I have to be here…if I have to make a spectacle out of my body night after night…then let me assure you of one thing: no one is going to deny me anything. I do what I want…when I want…to whomever I want to do it. If I want to bleed a man in the middle of this ring for thirty minutes, I will do it. If I want to disregard the fly-in-my-ear known as ACW management, I’ll do it. And if I feel like I want more air-time because the ACW booking team did not put me on the Seven Deadly Sins card…then I’m just going take it.. You want a simple explanation? It doesn’t get any simpler than that.
Jeering fills the arena, as the occasional chunk of debris can be seen landing near the ring. Kaoru does not even pretend to notice it, standing like a bloated statue. At his feet, Dan White and Andrew Starr still writhe from the impact their heads made with the aluminum. The cardboard boxes are leaking slightly…some of the beer cans must have been damaged in the impact.
Hanayama: What…more? More booing? Who exactly are you waiting for? Who? Commissioner Gingerdude? Go ahead. Gingerdude can write out out all the paperwork he wants. The fact is, the gokudō back home have forced me here…so until they say different, there isn’t anything anyone can do to make me leave. Not even the Commissioner has the power to make me juts disappear off your televisions, so I dare him to try.
Edison: The Go-what-a?
McNally: Well I don’t know what that word means…but the promotional videos from these past weeks would seem to indicate that Mr. Hanyama over there was sent here by some less-than-savory characters back in Japan for being the sadistic blowhard he’s being now. Frankly, I don't blame them. But claiming that Gingerdude can’t do anything? I’d like to see that.
Hanayama bends down low over the laying bodies of Dan White and Andrew Starr, still holding the microphone
Hanayama: So Dan White…Andrew Starr…when you wake up and start to wonder exactly why you were on the ground…the only reponse I can offer is “Tag. You’re it.” You’re it for no other reason than I said you’re it. And if I’m not satisfied with the quality of airtime I’m receiving, you’re going to be it again…and again… and again. And there is NOTHING you could do…but wait for ME to change MY mind.
With that, Hanayama drops the microphone, and begins his slow, bulky walk through the ring ropes and back up the ramp. He leaves to an echo of jeers from the ACW crowd, but he could hardly care less, as he exits through the curtain. The camera turns back to the ring, where Starr and White are being helped back to their feet with the assistance of ring crew members, with the Welshman looking less than impressed.
Dan White: Who the FUCK was that, yeah? He’s gonna get a fucking knife to his throat! The prick! I’m gonna-
The transmission ends there, with the nearest microphones cutting off. But the Mestaruus pair look clearly unsettled at the presence of the oriental giant, as this ‘Mestaruus Ceremony’ ends in bad taste.
Fade Out.
OOC: Credit also goes to Kaoru Hanayama
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:03:05 GMT -5
Match 8: Chris Phenomenal vs. Rattlesnake (Credit: Chris P) *Ding Ding* Jones: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit. The referee in charge of tonight’s contest is Joey Reynolds. weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifty seven pounds, standing six feet eight inches tall from Orlando Florida, he is the Emperor of the Ring winner in two thousand and six as well as a former ACW International Champion… Jones: RATTLESNAKE!!! The arena lights fade to black and two green spotlights shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after and the words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around to cheers from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He nods his head and jumps down. Jones: and his opponent. Tonight he weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds, standing six feet seven inches tall. Hailing from Harlem, New York, he is the former ACW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION… Jones: CHRIS PHENOMENAL!!! The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong “Dead Wrong” fills the arena as Chris Phenomenal comes through the curtain, entertainment title around his waist as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp, his head down covered by a hooded sweat shirt. He makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands throwing his arms out as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the entrance ramp before climbing in between the second and third ropes. Chris goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, focused purely on the ring and nothing else.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:04:53 GMT -5
*Ding Ding*
With the sound of the bell Chris removes his hoody and tosses it out of the ring to an attendant. Snake stares at Chris silently waiting as he gives a quick tug on the ring ropes, a few quick arm circles and cracks his neck before staring back at Snake. The two stay that way for about ten seconds, the tension building before they approach each other and lock horns with a collar and elbow tie up, both men trying to push each other around as they pivot and work each other over for about twenty seconds before a stalemate is called, neither man able to budge the other. They take a few second break before once again Chris and Snake come back together, trying to force the other back into the corner with a bullish test of strength. Once again going nowhere, Chris steps through the tie up and takes Snake down with an Ippon Seionage, his over the shoulder arm drag and puts Snake right into a reverse chinlock taking the early advantage.
McNally: Chris Phenomenal using his quickness to take the advantage here early on in the match with that reverse headlock.
Edison: And that’s exactly what Chris Phenomenal was talking about with Rattlesnake. It doesn’t matter how smart you are, as your body deteriorates you’re going to be left vulnerable to the quicker and stronger opponents like Chris Phenomenal.
Chris wrenches the neck of Rattlesnake, putting pressure on the carotid artery preventing the blood from reaching his brain. Snake tries to fight against the hold, slowly working his way to his feet before delivering an elbow to the ribs of Chris, loosening the hold enough to allow him to spin out of it, grabbing hold of the arm of Chris and reversing it the chinlock into an irish whip. Chris comes off the ropes and Snake looks to hit him with a stiff shoulder block but Chris takes is clean and turns back to stare at Snake, the two reaching an impasse once again as the tension in the match starts to build, the crowd feeling it as both men stare in each others face. Chris looking to show once and for all that Snake’s time has come and gone, Snake looking to prove that the ring is still his and to reach the top you have to get through him.
McNally: Look at the glares from those two Eddie. Cold as a murderer is Chris Phenomenal while Snake’s could paralyze a man.
Edison: We’ve seen it out of these two before, the bare knuckles brawls and I think we can all but guarantee that we’re going to see one tonight.
Chris finally has had enough of Snake, and leaning back he unleashes, not his fist though but a thick loogie, right into the face of Rattlesnake as the crowd hisses their disapproval. Chris looks Snake right in the eye, pleading him to unleash a right hand. Jesus Christ would say to turn the other cheek, but Snake is not Jesus and the words of Edison come true sooner than even he could have expected as he fires a large overhand right straight into the face of Chris Phenomenal who comes back with one of his own. Back and forth with shots they go, exchanging them in the middle of the ring like the final ten seconds of the twelfth round in a tied boxing match. Joey Reynolds tries to get the men to go back to a wrestling contest but his pleas fall on deaf ears, and quite possibly with prior instructions to “let them go” he watches like every other fan in the arena as the two exchange haymakers.
McNally: Alpha Championship Boxing ladies and gentleman and these are two of our true heavyweights going at it right now.
Edison: This isn’t what the fans paid to see but man are they enjoying this.
They enjoy it even more as Snake finally takes the upper hand in the exchange, knocking Chris off step with a right hook to the jaw and then a hard clothesline that turns Chris inside out. Immediately Snake drops to one knee, grabbing the head of Chris Phenomenal and then burying his fist into it over and over and over, the crowd chanting along with the blows before finally, Joey Reynolds tries to step in but Rattlesnake pays him not attention, not even under the threat of disqualification, the match itself meaning far less than the pain and suffering he could inflict on Chris Phenomenal. Joey begins to make the count for Snake but Chris is able to roll away from a blow, right out of the ring landing on his knees on the floor below as Snake looks on for a brief second before going right after.
McNally: Rattlesnake showing little regard for the rules in this contest.
Edison: I honestly think Chris has done it Maxxie, we’ve heard about it, Snake finally coming back to the level he once was and now I think Chris has driven him around the bend, right into the former Snake we all feared.
Snake hops off the apron as Chris tries to get up and promptly is tossed right into the steel ring steps, dislodging them from their position with a loud clang. Snake goes right back to work with the right hands, raining them down on Chris Phenomenal who takes them all in stride. Joey Reynolds reaches nine before Snake quickly rolls in and right back out to restart the count as he takes Chris’ head and slams it into the steel step before firing him into the barricade as the crowd roars, approvingly, one fan even so brave as to fire a shot of his own at Chris Phenomenal, the crowd rallying behind Rattlesnake.
McNally: The atomosphere here at the ACW arena is amazing tonight. The crowd has been jumping all night and we haven’t even hit the main event.
Edison: We often say how ACW wrestlers are the finest in the world, however I think we should mention that our fans are also the best we could ask for.
Once again Snake rolls back into the ring to break the count as Chris Phenomenal tries to pull himself up, and manages to duck a punch from Snake as he comes back out and then counter with his own round of punches, first a big right, then a left but as he goes for the body shot Snake reads it and blocks it and with Chris left wide open counters with a big blow of his own that catches Chris flush and he goes down like a sack of hammers, Snake standing over top of him, yelling incoherently into his face. Grabbing Chris by his short hair, Snake throws Chris back into the ring and slides in but instead of going for the pin goes right back to the fisticuffs, landing quite possibly twenty blows before Joey Reynolds intervenes, prying Snake away from Chris who eventually relents and walks away triumphantly as Joey asks Chris if he wants to continue. The previously shut eyes of Chris open up, although his left one appears to have swollen up a bit, and “over my dead body” can be caught by the ring microphone. Slowly Chris works his way to his feet but once he gets there is caught with a side knee lift by Rattlesnake and then a vertical suplex using the top rope as a slingshot to add to the impact. Chris Phenomenal appears to be an easy victim to a three count but like any good predator, Snake is not doing playing with his prey.
McNally: I don’t think Chris Phenomenal was prepared for this kind of onslaught from Rattlesnake, especially after the events that happened last Monday on Warfare.
Edison: I don’t know about that Maxxy, if you recall, the famous Muhammad Ali used this strategy against George Foreman during the Rumble in the Jungle. The Rope-A-Dope, absorbing the biggest blows from the opponent early on in the match before he tired out Foreman eventually knocking him out.
The brief boxing history lesson concluded we return our attention to the ring as Chris is once again getting pounded on by Snake, having hit him with another knee lift, and then a clubbing blow to the back of the head. Chris is slow to his feet and once he gets there Snake decides to show off, lifting Chris up into the air with a military press and holding him there for a few seconds, the crowd in awe of Rattlesnakes strength before he tips Chris over the side with a gorilla press slam, the mat quivering with the impact. Satisfied, Snake goes for the cover with a lateral press Joey Reynolds with the count. …1 …2 NO! You’re not going to put away Chris Phenomenal that easily as he kicks out, the right shoulder coming off the canvas. With all the momentum going his way Snake strays from the simple side headlock that most would go for in this situation, instead hauling Chris to his feet and then planting him with a hard clothesline, before repeating it again, the impact bringing the crowd into the match as Chris bounces off the mat like a tennis ball. Finally after Chris appears to have taken everything Snake could deliver he mercifully covers him as Reynolds slides into position, the crowd shouting along with the count. …1 …2
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:05:39 GMT -5
NO! Once again Chris Phenomenal kicks out despite all the punishment he’s taken.
McNally: I’m not sure how much longer Chris Phenomenal is going to survive this savage beating from Rattlesnake. He’s taken a lot of damage and quite frankly he doesn’t look to be in too good of shape.
The camera zooms in on Chris body, a large welt forming on his back from the repeated hard impacts with the canvas, steel steps and barricade. His right eye is swollen a bit, the flesh wound caused on Monday from the impact with Jake Cheng that was previously stitched shut has ripped, but the soft new flesh appears to be holding as of now. One of ACW’s best looking wrestlers no longer looks like the hunk some would have previously considered.
Edison: I don’t know McNally, sure Snake has thrown a lot at Chris but we’ve seen him go through battles like this before, his first pay per view match against Lee Homicide and Brent Garland he was choked out, the second one against Mainer he was nearly shot at. Spring into Hell he was kicked unconscious and then at Omega Effect he competed in two hellacious matches. If there is one man on the ACW roster that can withstand enormous amounts of punishment in a small time frame, it’s Chris Phenomenal.
Back to the action as Chris is getting to his feet, Snake lining him up once more this time looking to go for the kill shot as Chris stumbles into his waiting arms, lifted up ready to be knocked out with the Snakebite. It is not to be however as with what could probably be considered the last ditch effort by Chris Phenomenal he wriggles free of Rattlesnake landing on his feet. When Snake turns around he is met by the feet of Chris Phenomenal, even with the punishment his impressive leaping and athletic ability shines through as he connects squarely with a high elevation drop kick that knocks Snake down for the first time in the match as both men are down.
McNally: That desperation move from Chris Phenomenal may be exactly what he needed to swing the tide in his favor.
Edison: Exactly like I said Max, Chris is using a sound strategy against the old goal, exhaust him until he’s left vulnerable then knock his fucking teeth in.
McNally: So you’ve bought into what Chris is saying about Snake being washed up?
Edison: The fact’s he’s presented seem to suggest that Maxxy and we can’t live just on our heart feelings. If so I’d have a pint in front of me right now and…
McNallly: I get your point Eddie.
In the ring we see Joey Reynolds counting both men out, having already reached three with both men down but showing signs of movement.
…4
…5
…6
Both men have worked there way to one knee and before the count of seven can be made are up to their feet, Chris Phenomenal a split second ahead and that gives enough of the difference to connect with a clothesline that knocks Snake over. Chris hauls Snake to his feet and hits him with a European uppercut and then another backing Snake into the corner with the shots and setting him up for the massive shoulder blocks trying to speed up the exhaustion process on Rattlesnake while gaining his own second wind. After three shots Chris goes to whip Snake across the ring but stops on a dime and throws him right back into the corner chest first, spinning up onto the top before dropping down hanging precariously in a tree of woe as Chris smiles on.
McNally: We haven’t seen the CP-Knee in a long time but it appears as if Chris has Rattlesnake in the perfect position.
Edison: This upcoming move was one of the reasons I got out of professional wrestling.
With everyone in attendance waiting for the brutal impact of knee and testicles, Chris swerves them all, instead resorting to a knee drop right to Snakes face, that loosens his legs enough that the second blow is enough for Chris to flip Snake off of the top turnbuckle as Chris looks on, his second win having fully caught up to him as he lets out a roar as Rattlesnake looks up at him, his eyes focused however his chest is rising up and down at a quicker pace than earlier on in the match, obviously tiring as the match has gone on. Using the ropes to get to his feet, Snake comes at Chris Phenomenal who waists no time in planting him back down, connecting with his Switch Blade maneuver, a swing around lariat that floors Rattlesnake as Chris looks down at him and hooks the leg for the fall. …1 …2 NO! Close but no cigar for Chris as Snake throws his shoulder up off the canvas as Chris smiles and immediately reigns down right hands of his own as Snake tries to cover up. Chris throws his shouts around the blocks though and it is up to Joey Reynolds to save Chris as the crowd hisses at him as Snake get’s to his feet, or tries to at least as Chris connects with another drop kick, this time not reaching his apex before thrusting out with the boot. Snake is slower to his feet and this time Chris decides it’s time to reach into the old bag of tricks as Snake turns around, lifting him up before draping him over the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes drop. Not content with just one however, Chris goes for four stealing Snakes own move which draws the ire of the crowd as Chris walks away from Snake, now looking up at the lights after the fourth.
McNally: Look at Chris Phenomenal, he’s not even focused on the match anymore.
With Snake still in the ring Chris rolls out and gets in the face of the fan who earlier in the match thought it would be wise to throw a shot at Chris. Chris however gets his comeuppance as this time he connects with a superman punch right to the mans temple, knocking him out cold almost immediately as the crowd around him jeers at Chris who takes it all in stride.
Edison: That’s what happens when you try and get involved in a match, especially with a man like Chris Phenomenal who doesn’t forget.
McNally: It’s despicable though what he’s doing there, especially during a scheduled contest.
The call of Joey Reynolds draws Chris back into the ring as he goes right after Rattlesnake, bending over to pick him up. The reprieve he had given him however cost him as Snake with veteran ring presence knocked out the leg of Chris and rolled him up with a picture perfect inside cradle as the crowd roared thinking this could be it for Chris. …1 …2 …3
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:06:47 GMT -5
NO! Despite the hand hitting the canvas for the third time, Joey Reynolds is quick to wave off the fall as at the last possible moment Chris was able to break a shoulder loose and throw it off of the canvas. The ruling draws the ire of the crowd but Reynolds will not be swayed with his decision as Snake looks at Chris before throwing him under the bottom rope to the floor below with a crash landing on the previously dislodged ring steps and using the brief opportunity to catch his breath before following in pursuit.
Edison: Rattlesnake appears to be gassed, that inside cradle may have been his last hope at winning.
McNally: I don’t know Eddie, we’ve said it time and again that brains is often more the measure than brawns.
With Chris getting to his feet on the outside after the impact with the ring steps Snake decides that a victory is a victory, grabbing a hold of Chris one arm as he tries to get up and position himself in order to connect with his single arm DDT slamming Chris head straight into the steel ring steps as Joey Reynolds looks on, the blatant use of the ring steps as a weapon quite possibly grounds for disqualification but in this instance he lets it go as Snake slides into the ring leaving Chris Phenomenal behind using the further time to rest as Reynolds begins the count out.
…1
…2
…3
…4
…5
Chris begins to move, the impact with his head and the steel ring steps to go along with the other trauma leaving him in a bad state, the right eye once again going glossy similar to what happened on Monday, possibly the effects of a seventh concussion.
…6
…7
…8
Chris is clawing at the ring apron, trying to push himself back into the ring with two counts left, all appears lost as Reynolds makes the count…
…9
But as Chris looks up into the face of Rattlesnake, he knows he can not let this man get the better of him this way and with one final surge throws himself under the second rope into the ring breaking the count just before he can reach ten.
McNally: I wonder how Chris feels now about Rattlesnake, whether he still believes that his time has come to pass and is all washed up?
Edison: I think that Chris has played this match perfectly as I alluded to earlier, I mean whilst he appears to be laboring, look at Rattlesnake right now.
The chest of Snake, even without the imminent threat of danger, nor excessive activity over the past twenty seconds, is falling and rising faster than before while Chris is still able to maintain a somewhat even breath intake.
McNally: Does it really matter though Eddie, I mean there’s no denying Snake has dominated this match.
Edison: Of course it maters, but as for dominating I wouldn’t say that. He’s yet to connect with a high impact move that one could reasonably believe would end the match, where as Chris has connected with two.
While McNally and Edison continue to bicker at ringside Snake has been and continues to put the boots to Chris Phenomenal to the delight of the gathered in attendance, Chris once again saved by Joey Reynolds as Chris clutches the ropes. Snake is forced away and once Chris gets to his feet Snake charges looking to take him over the top with a clothesline but Chris ducks out of the way, yanking down on the ropes and sending Snake over the top, but not with a crash landing as Snake is able to land on his feet. Chris stumbles away with his back turned to Snake, stopping in the center of the ring trying to clear his head from the cobwebs as well as shaking his left shoulder, trying to work some circulation back into it, possibly having sustained a minor injury at some point during the match. Snake slides back into the ring with Chris in his sights and the crowd roars as Chris turns around right into Snake who takes him down with a double leg and immediately goes to work for his Boston Crab, turning Chris over as he immediately roars in pain as Snake sits down on it right in the middle of the ring.
McNally: This could be it Eddie, I don’t know how Chris is going to fight out of this one.
Edison: The situation appears dire for Chris, but recall at Omega Effect he was in a similar position as this as VorteX and made it to the ropes.
Chris groans in pain, his shoulder, his head and now his back screaming bloody murder. Inside his body he knows it can all be relieved, all he needs to do is slap his hand on the mat three times and Reynolds will step in and call the match. That however would mean forfeiting victory as well as a measure of self respect and with that Chris lets the world know that tonight there will be no submission, there will be no self gratification of Rattlesnake as Chris pushes towards the ring ropes, six inches at a time, slowly but surely making his way against the hold all the while preventing Snake from pulling him back into the center of the ring. With three feet looking like three miles, Chris can’t help but once again wish to tap out but again the thought of doing so spurs him towards the finish line, six inches, and then another now leaving him only two feet away as Snake relaxes the hold a small bit and is able to pull Chris Phenomenal away by another two feet as Chris looks on, slowly seeing that the light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train as the crowd roars sensing that Chris has no choice but to surrender.
McNally: That has to do it for Chris Eddie, having fought for all that ground and then losing it has to break your spirit.
Edison: I don’t think you can to do that to Chris though Max. Some of the stories I’ve heard about his childhood, about what happened back in Harlem would be enough to crush most people but here he is, a success.
In fact it is those memories, those times spent back in Harlem that powers Chris on. The giggle of Paige who we all now know has been held against her will for over a month as blackmail for Chris to enter into the seedy underworld of ACW Island powers Chris a foot. The sound of a basketball going through a chain link net and then the whoops of the friends now on the winning side coming at Chris, powers him for another. The setting sun over top of Rucker park, two feet and for the final one the faint glimmer of hope that Chris will one day be able to reconnect with it all.
McNally: I can’t believe Chris did that, I think everyone thought he was a goner for sure.
Edison: That’s G!
The crowd boos as Snake looks back at Chris, his hand on the bottom rope as Joey Reynolds forces Snake to relinquish the hold. It takes a while for Chris to recover, forced to use the ropes to get to his feet and then turns around right into the waiting clutches of Rattlesnake, or so it appears but that obviously can’t be the case as Snake is falling backwards, Chris hand outstretched as he looks down at it, the Superman Punch having come out of nowhere as Chris let’s gravity and exhaustion take over as falls on top of an unconscious Snake, Joey Reynolds forced to make the count as the crowd tries to will Snake to kick out. …1 …2 …3!!!
Edison: Chris Phenomenal has done it, coming out of nowhere with that Superman Punch to bring him the victory. Just as I said Max, the Rope--A-Dope worked to perfection.
McNally: I don’t think that was what Chris was trying to do, based on the looks of him I can all but assure you he would have much rather gone straight up against Snake.
Looking at Chris Phenomenal’s body one can see the sings of wear on it from the past four weeks, his left eye is nearly swollen shut with a laceration now starting to drip blood on his forehead. His back has two massive welts and by previous observations one could infer he has also damaged his left shoulder. To him however it is of no consequence as he is helped to his feet by Joey Reynolds who raises his hand in victory as Dead Wrong plays over the arena sound system.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:07:08 GMT -5
Segment: The Rest Of That Night (Credit: Yoko / Sarin / Orochi)
Let us for a moment return to Monday, June 1st, 2009. The edition of Warfare that night happened to be ACW's fifth anniversary show. Among the many great moments that night, one was very peculiar. The former star Thunderkiss, while visiting someone in prison, encountered something he would have never expected.
Shortly after his visit, there was an explosion followed by sirens. It took only seconds to realize it was a genuine prison break. As he navigated his way through fleeing inmates and prison guards, he ran into Sarin Rossi, who was serving time for the murder of her father. As she beat up several criminals attempting to escape, she and Thunderkiss traded witty small talk that quickly degenerated into hateful insults.
A brawl then ensued between them.
But they were interupted by the prospect of...Well, prison time, as the authorities were quickly regaining control of the situation. Thus, the following exchange. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[From outside the sirens wail in distress alerting everyone in a ten mile radius that something is amiss at the “joy.” Those standing outside the barricaded doors need no warning; they’ve been watching the events unfold for several minutes. Their attempts to remove the barricades have failed but with the incorporation of a battering ram to their efforts, they soon make progress. The sound of their hammering echos throughout the waiting room telling both Sarin’s and TK’s eardrums that the end is neigh.]
Sarin: It appears that pretty soon both you and I will have matching orange outfits. How cute.
Thunderkiss: *Scoff* I’ve been in worse situations. A few autographs and perhaps a little bit of community service should rectify the problem. You see, I actually know how to use my influence and resources to get me out of trouble unlike some people, but then again, I guess I didn’t kill my father like a psycho.
[Thunderkiss stands up and looks at the gaping hole in the wall. He has two choices: jump to escape and deal with this mess back in the states or stay and be detained. With Omega Effect just weeks away, the choice is easy. However, before he can take the plunge he cannot help but turn around to Sarin and ask her to do the same. He may detest her existence, but when it comes down to it, he would have done the same. Except he would have used a brick instead of a pillow.]
Thunderkiss: You coming?
Sarin: Being here in here is more favorable than being out there with the likes of you.
Thunderkiss: Suit yourself, at least I tried.
[Now it is time for her ego to soften a bit. Knowing Thunderkiss, It took quite a lot for him to make the offer and she recognizes his kind gesture. In return she can at least tell him the truth.]
Sarin: Thunderkiss, truth is even if it were Yoko busting me out I’d have to decline. I must serve my penance by remaining here, despite how tough it may be.
[One good turn deserves another.]
Thunderkiss: I’ll tell them it was all my doing and admit to knocking those fine gentlemen out. I give you my word.
Sarin: Considering there are cameras there, there and there, I think you’ll have a hard time convincing them but thanks for the offer.
Thunderkiss: Well, it’s the thought that counts, right?
Sarin: Right.
[Thunderkiss turns and prepares to make like Clint Eastwood in “Escape from Alcatraz.” He has one leg out of the hole in the wall when Sarin beckons him back.]
Sarin: Thunderkiss ....
Thunderkiss: You know, I hate to rush you sister but that door is about to come off its hinges and I don’t want to be anywhere around here when it does.
Sarin: I’ll make it quick. Today I was waiting for Rattlesnake -
Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Oh here we go again ..
Sarin. Listen. I was waiting for Rattlesnake today and due to my bad judgement and YOURS, I will not be allowed to see him and probably won’t for quite some time. Just tell him that I miss him and that I haven’t forgotten him. Okay?
Thunderkiss: You miss him and haven’t forgotten him. Got it. Now if you’ll excuse me, its time to cue Jim Morrison and “break on through to the other side.”. I’ll send you a card. Not.
[And with that he takes the plunge. Sarin watches him and becomes impressed as he steals a life away from a cat and lands on his feet. For the moment, a part of her deeply regrets it is not her whose image grows smaller by the second as it nears the horizon line. That day will come, but it won’t be today. From behind the sound of a large metal door toppling over shatters her dreams and becomes a cruel reminder of this.]
Guard: On the floor, now!
Sarin: One day, dearest Yoko, it will be you saying that to me. One day.
[END] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
But that wasn't truly the end. What happened next was lost. While captured on the prison's security cameras, as was the entire riot, the tapes in this section were stolen.
They have resurfaced and will now be played.
***TELEVISION STATIC***
Thunderkiss leaps through the massive hole to the outside, fleeing from the prison before he gets blamed for the prison break. Sarin contemplates seizing her own freedom when she hears the barricaded door give. Oh well.
Guard: On the floor, now!
Sarin: One day, dearest Yoko, it will be you saying that to me. One day.
She surrenders.
Yoko: It WAS me saying it.
What?! She jumps up and turns around, and it is indeed Yoko Satoshi...And she's wearing her Gatogal mask and cat ears. Standing next to her is Orochi, who isn't wearing a disguise.
Sarin: Oh my God Yoko, everyone is looking for you! What are you two doing here?!
Orochi: Prison Break. It's the name of our tag team for a reason.
Sarin: Why now? Why-
Yoko: No time for that now, we have to go.
Sarin: But-
Yoko grabs her hand. Orochi throws a smoke bomb into the corridor and then they run.
Sarin: But the hole was back there!
Yoko: Shhh!
Sarin: And how did you blow up the wall anyway?
Yoko: Shut UP!
They round a smokey corner and Yoko pushes Sarin ahead, through a door way.
Sarin: I think...This is a dead end?
CLANK!
The sound startles her. The smoke clears, and it's definitely a dead end. She turns back to Yoko, and...Bars. Bars seperate them.
Sarin: ...You locked me back in.
Yoko: I did. I hope you rot.
Sarin: But...Then why'd you start this prison break?
Suddenly a passing guard sees Yoko and Orochi.
Guard: You! Off with the mask and get on the floor!
Yoko: Mr. Guard, do you see Ms. Rossi here? There's a big prison break, and instead of escaping with the others, she beats up and secures a dozen of them, and then returns to her cell! Isn't that amazing? She should get some reward
Yoko turns to Sarin.
Yoko: You willingly refused instant freedom. They saw it.
Guard: I said get down!
He's rushing over, but Orochi produces another smoke bomb.
Orochi: Time to go. Don't forget the security tapes.
The guard tries to tackle them blind, but fails. When the smoke clears, there's no trace of them. He looks at Sarin, but she appears just as confused.
Guard: Any idea of what's going on?
Sarin: Not one.
Guard: Well then. It's very rare to see someone reject a chance to escape, I'm impressed. I'm taking you to the Warden about this after we gain back sufficient control.
Sarin: Alright...
A break in to keep someone locked up? What? Maybe Yoko really DID go crazy.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:08:36 GMT -5
(Segment: The lone believer) (Credit: AK and ??) Still running rampant are the theories of who truly did attack Dave Shadow, who was responsible for the assault that took him out of competition for three weeks. Most point to one Alicia Laureano who had quite an encounter with Dave Shadow, yet there are a few who take her pleas of innocence to heart and deny her involvement in the attack. At Seven Deadly Sins, we hope more light will be shed on the situation, especially with Dave taking on Alicia for the ACW International Championship. With Dave surely going to be coming out like a missile, exacting a measure of revenge on Alicia his first priority, we see her in her own private locker room, preparing herself for the match at hand when we here a knock at the door.
Mrs. Laureano, may I come in?
With the use of Mrs. Laureano, as well as the lack of a Hispanic accent to the voice we can tell that it is not her husband who is surely around somewhere with the twins. Despite her better judgment Alicia calls out; half the roster have yet to understand basic etiquette, and as such she doesn’t feel like explaining to Ginger that he’s got to fork out for another broken piece of furniture.
Alicia: It’s open.
The door opens as Alicia looks on, silently on alert for an assault; but noticing the man who is stepping in she drops her guard down a bit.
Alicia: To what do I owe this honour, Chris?
Chris Phenomenal looks around at the impressive locker room of Alicia Kitsune, letting out a small whistle at the amenities. He’s clearly just returning from his match against Rattlesnake, and exhales heavily.
Chris Phenomenal: Who did you have to suck…Chris voluntarily interrupts himself as he looks over at Alicia shaking her head, trying to stifle a small grin.
Chris Phenomenal: Sorry.Alicia looks at Chris, the dark brown eyes studying him, using his eyes as the window to his soul.
Alicia: I’m sure there was a reason you came here Chris, aside from just sharing my company for a few minutes. Can I help you with something?
Placed back on track Chris looks back at Alicia, the two studying each other for a moment.
Chris Phenomenal: I don’t think you did it.Alicia gives Chris a questioning glance.
Alicia: Pardon?
Chris Phenomenal: I don’t think you attacked Dave Shadow.Alicia: And why do you say that?
Chris Phenomenal: Alicia, I’ve done a lot of my stuff in my life that I ain’t proud of. I’ve done a lot of things far worse than bludgeoning a man into a coma and I can see innocence when it’s standing in front of me. The way you’re carrying yourself, the way you keep an even tone when addressing the situation, the way you make eye contact, you couldn’t do that if you weren’t innocent.Alicia regards him for a moment. Her voice is quiet, but filled with meaning.Alicia: Thank you, Chris. For a while it felt like everyone had made their minds up, and I can’t say that I blame them. I have also done things which are well beyond what Dave suffered... you should be careful not to always mix a person’s principles with their decisions. But I had no involvement in this, and tonight I hope to be able to prove it to the person whose opinion matters most.
Alicia looks at Chris sympathetically, seeing something in his eye that she can’t quite put a finger on.
Alicia: Pardon me if I’m prodding, but is there something the matter Chris? I’ve seen you around before and usually you walk around here like the boldest dog in the yard, if not quite the biggest. But tonight you seem, I don’t know...distant.
Chris looks at Alicia, having held what happened during the entire summer break inside of him, without telling anyone what happened to him. The relaxing, almost hypnotic nature of Alicia’s voice begs him to answer yet every fibre of his body decrees silence.
Chris Phenomenal: Nothing, just focused on tonight.Alicia pauses for a fraction of a second, as if weighing this up, and then the tension dissipates; she will pursue it no further. Chris turns away heading out the door before Alicia calls out to him.
Alicia: Chris, do you not have a history with Dave?
Chris turns and looks at Alicia, curious as to her question. Alicia gives him an inquisitive smile that blasts through the defense of Chris.
Chris Phenomenal: Nothing that would make me want to kill him, in fact, everything he’s ever done to wrong me has eventually changed me for the better.With that Chris ducks out of the locker room as Alicia goes back to her preparations.
Alicia: Curious boy, he is.
With that Alicia bends her leg back, stretching out her quadriceps as the scene fades out to black.OOC: Joint segment credit goes to Chris P. ---------------------------------------------- The Constant By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage, we find Charlotte King has positioned herself in front of the ACW interview set, microphone in hand and looking as professional as ever. She looks straight ahead at the camera, a big smile on her face.
Charlotte: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, it is my....”pleasure”...to introduce the current ACW International Champion. Dave Shadow. Dave walks on to the camera, as a chorus of boos and jeers rise from the crowds outside. Dave chuckles to himself; the old saying “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” certainly does not appear to apply to the crowd here tonight. Over his shoulder, he holds the IN title, which he always keeps both his hands on. For the first time in nearly 6 weeks, Dave is dressed in his wrestling attire, but although the champ may look like he’s ready for action, a large bruise around a scar on the side of his head is a painful reminder of just where he’s been as of late.
Charlotte looks at the scar, a look of visible disgust on her face....and for once, it’s not just because it’s Dave’s weedy features looking back.
Charlotte: Dave, I’ll be honest. That looks like it hurt. A lot. Dave: It did Charlotte. Quite a lot.Charlotte: Well, the question on everyone’s mind right now is...who did it? Dave: Who did it? Who did it? Well, jezz Charlotte. If I knew that, I wouldn’t be standing here right now. If I knew that, I’d probably be in a fight somewhere beating the living daylights out of the coward. If I knew who did it, Charlotte, I most definitely would not be here chattering away to you, but rather would be teaching someone a stark lesson in why you do not assault Dave Shadow.Charlotte: I notice that you’re keeping your statements sexually ambiguous when it comes to discussing the identity of your attacker. How do you respond to the fact that a lot of the suspicion is circulating around Alicia? Dave: I’d say anyone who didn’t suspect that Alicia possibly did it is an idiot. Do I KNOW she did it? No. But I think she had the motive. Everyone saw me be a jackass to her right before the attack happened. Charlotte: Everyone saw you threaten her family. Dave: Sometimes in this industry, we say thinks we don’t mean. I wanted a match with her and I knew what buttons to press. So I pressed them. But, perhaps, I pressed too many buttons and she launched a pre-emptive strike. But the problem is, I don’t know. The attack happened as I was walking out of my dressing room and heading for the car. I heard footsteps running up behind me, but before I could turn round, I felt a metal chair slam against the side of my head. By the sounds of it, the shot was hard enough to send me bounding to my side, whereby I smacked my head off the solid brick wall. After that, things went black and I woke up in a hospital bed, sans two weeks of my life.Charlotte: So you really have no clue who did it? Dave: As I said, I have my suspicions. And I’ll be honest. Alicia is right up at the top of the list. But it is a long list. One thing at a time though.Charlotte: Well, tonight you do defend your title for the first time since you won it off Thunder Train. Daunting task? Dave: Defending a title is always a daunting proposition, especially when you go up against a legend like Alicia. Credit where credit is due, I don’t like her, but she’s got some mad skills. Even before this whole attack business started, I wanted to challenge her. She stands for everything that ACW stands for. Pride. Power. Potential. Unfortunately, she also stands for what is bad about ACW as well. A lack of motivation. An absence of integrity. No desire to move this company forward into a new golden age. Hopefully, when I beat her tonight....and trust me, I will beat her.....these people will move their adoration and their ideas of what this place should be about away from the bad image she’s setting, and they will see that I am the one who should be leading ACW. I am the role model. I am the personification of what ACW should be about.
See, after I woke up, I went back and took a look over the events of the last few weeks. And a lot of things have changed. A lot of people left ACW for one reason or another. A lot of people signed new ACW contracts. A lot of faces have changed. New groups have formed and old allegiances have broken. But as I stand here, I see that one thing remains the same. One thing remains constant in this sea of chaos. One shining light stands above all, and that shining light is yours truly. I will always be here in ACW for the fans, even if they do not appreciate the work I do to make this a better place. I will always fight the good fight, no matter how many people think bad of me for doing so. I am the constant, and it is for that reason I am the perfect individual to center this company around.
That is why I make such an amazing champion. That is why so many are jealous. And that is why someone had the nerve to attack me. Tonight, I go down to that ring and I will be fighting when I am not 100%. I will fight despite my doctors advising against it. And yet, these fans will still boo me and jeer me and cheer when Alicia attempts to beat me. But they will see that I will always fight for what I think is right. I am the constant around whom this company should be based. And I will keep going until I prove that fact to everyone. Charlotte: Well then Dave. It certainly seems you’ve not lost your ability to monologue in your absence, so let’s hope you’ve not lost any wrestling skill either. Dave: I haven’t Charlotte. I haven’t.Charlotte: Ladies and gentlemen. Dave Shadow. The crowd boo as the cameraman focuses his lens away from Charlotte and towards Dave’s smiling and confident mug. He stands with an air of pride surrounding him. But then, pride comes before a fall.....Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:11:22 GMT -5
Match 9: ACW Tag Team Championship No Holds Barred - Match 5 of Best of 5 Series BK London and Jay Zero vs. The Capitalists (Credit: BK / Zero) Cutting back to the ring area, following the previous backstage segment, there seems to be a bit of a smoke like smog in the arena air. You just know this is a hot PPV when it's smokin' up like that! In the ring stands both Philip Jones, our head ring announcer alongside official Carter Donovan who holds two Championship titles in his hands. Ding Ding Ding! Philip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is set for one fall and will be contested under No Holds Barred rules! The crowd cheers loudly, now knowing that it's time to finally settle this feud between The Capitalists, and the unorthodox team of Jay Zero and BK London. Philip Jones: This is the fifth and final match in the Best-of-Five series, both teams tied with two wins apiece, therefore ... This bout is also for the ACW Tag Team Championships! He pulls the microphone away and crosses his hands, awaiting for the first competitor to arrive. Just then, right on cue, a certain familiarity pumps through the bass of the speakers.It's amazing, I'm the reason Everybody fired up this evening I'm Exhausted, Barely Breathing Holding on to what I believe in "Amazing" by Kanye West fills the arena with an intensity that hypes them up for this title match. The entrance video plays up on the Alphatron, the spotlights flash, and the fans jump to their feet right on cue. As the Grandslam Champion and Veteran of ACW, BK London makes his way out onto the top of the stage, the crowd nearly blows the roof off the building, welcoming him with huge cheers. His black and gold singlet tells us that tonight, he has one thing in mind, and that's championship gold. Making his way down the ramp, he's ready for action. Philip Jones: First! Making his way to the ring from Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 243 pounds, standing at 6' 2" tall! He is! BEEEEKAAAY LOOONDOOOON! The loud cheers of the crowd tell us one thing: there is no shortage of love for the former World Champion. As he struts his way down to the ring, glancing into the crowd, he obviously knows of this love as well, and he thrives off of it.Maxwell McNally: Well Eddie, there he is! We weren't sure if we would see BK tonight in action after what The Capitalists did last Monday, but as BK London comes down to the ring, we can only wonder - WHICH BK will show up tonight to get his revenge on the Capitalists? Will it be the Main Eventah? The Headlinah'?! Or... The Hardcore Legend?'Fast' Eddie Edison: Aw man, that's hard to say. Y'know, BK's always looking to impress, but seeing as how this is No Holds Barred - ya just gotta go with the Hardcore Legend! If BK and Zero want this as bad as they say they do, they will do whatever it takes to win! They aren't going to let The Capitalists walk all over them! BK slaps a few hands as he turns the corner, quickly leaping up the steel steps and entering the ring. Hopping up and down to keep the blood flowing, he spins around in the ring to take a good look at the crowd at hand. His music begins to fade out - and now we can only wait for his tag team partner.'Fast' Eddie Edison: But really Maxy, ya gotta wonder if BK and Zero can even last long enough before snapping at each other! If that's the case, then maybe they will be walked on! Maxwell McNally: I'm not sure if you can really overlook the fact that these two have really grown as a tag team over the past few-- Paying no mind to Maxwell's commentary, "Crack a Bottle (Instrumental)" by Eminem hits the P.A. system, and surprisingly, the crowd gives a pop just as large as his partners was while the arena turns a shade of royal blue and gold. Maxwell McNally: --...well I guess we'll just have to see for ourselves, cause here come's BK's partner! Pushing past the curtain, we see Jay Zero strutting out onto the stage. With his fur coat gently caressing his tanned body, also wearing his black, blue, and golden tights with the tassels, Zero looks just as good as ever. He stops at the top of the stage, himself shocked at the reaction he's getting from the fans in attendance. I suppose this tag team has helped the fans to grow to love him. With a smile on his face, he nods his head looking out past his sunglasses.Philip Jones: And his partner! From Portland, Maine - weighing in at 215 pounds, standing at 5' 11" tall! He is the self proclaimed "Perfect Ten!" JAAAAAY ZEEEE--- But suddenly, Jay Zero goes crashing down onto the steel stage with a sickening thud. As Philip stops talking, BK looks up to see what's going on - to find The Capitalists, both Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris viciously starting the match, AND the beatdown on Jay Zero! Philip hurries out of the ring and the referee yells that the match has already started. Maxwell McNally: What in the...! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Look at that Maxy! The Capitalists are getting a head start! Maxwell McNally: In a very cheap manner, if you ask me! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Hey, it's No Holds Barred! It's all legal, my man! The crowd boos loudly as Kalb and Fitsharris start the punishment, stomping away on a helpless Jay Zero.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:11:45 GMT -5
Within a blink of the eye, BK London is on the move, sprinting towards the ropes. He drops down and swiftly slides under the ropes, making a bee-line for his opponents, to the crowds delight. He races up the stage, where Kalb quickly takes notice and yells out for his partner Kevin. Fitsharris turns around and quickly runs down, meeting BK. He swings his arms violently, looking for a big clothesline, but the veteran London ducks under and puts on the brakes, turning around and whomping Fitsharris with several blows of absolute fury. Fitsharris begins to stumble down the stage, reeling back from the fire-packed punches from BK London. Meanwhile, Anthony Kalb looks to continue his beatdown. Grabbing Zero by the collar of his jacket, he yanks him to his feet where he then pulls him right into a big right hand that nearly sends him stumbling back off the entrance ramp if Kalb weren't holding onto the jacket. He spins himself, whipping Zero down onto the stage, physically ripping the jacket off of him in the process. Throwing the jacket aside, he moves up to follow his prey.
Fitsharris backs up into the apron, no longer having anywhere else to go. Realizing this, BK quickly jams his knee right into Fitsharris' gut, doubling him over. He pounds a big forearm blow to his back and whips him around, now grabbing him by the tights. He runs and whips him straight into the steel steps! Just able to turn at the last second, Kevin connects back first with a sickening CRASH! The steps don't come apart, and Kevin remains in agony in a seated position with his back to the steps. BK turns around and backs himself up a bit while the crowd cheers from the carnage early on in this bout. He then turns around and sprints towards Kevin Fitsharris, diving forward and rolling his body - nailing him with the Crown Heights Roll! A flipping senton that rock the Capitalist and sends the steel steps rocking to their side!
Maxwell McNally: Oh my! BK - ...he hit that Crown Heights Roll, but it makes you think how much damage did he just do to himself there?! I mean, he just rammed his own back into those steel steps in order to inflict some pain into Kevin Fitsharris! I mean - his ribs are already pretty messed up after that big time beat down on Warfare last Monday!
'Fast' Eddie Edison: The man's twisted, Maxy! He doesn't care about what he does to himself as long as it pays off in the end!
As both men grit their teeth to try and grope with the pain, their partners find themselves battling it out on the top of the stage near the Seven Deadly Sins decorated Alphatron. Kalb has had complete control over Jay Zero after that sneak attack in which he still hasn't shook off. After a big knee lift, Kalb grabs Zero by the head and runs him straight into the Alphatron set. As the skull meets steel, Zero stumbles backwards reeling, but Anthony Kalb, a heartless brawler kicks him right in the back of the knee, buckling the leg. As Zero falls to one leg, Kalb rushes in, nearly crushing Zero's neck with several clubbing blows.
Meanwhile back towards the ring, BK London has pushed Kevin Fitsharris over, trying to go for an early pinfall after working his magic with the steel steps. Referee Carter Donavon sees this and quickly hurries over to make the count.
ONE! TWO --Fitsharris kicks out!
It's going to take more than that to keep down The Capitalists. Back up on the stage, Kalb grabs Jay Zero by the neck and yanks him up, whipping him around to face him before hitting another gut busting knee lift. As Jay is doubled over, Kalb uses his power and strength to physically rearrange Jay Zero's spine as he quickly lifts him up with a big suplex, crashing down on the steel stage!
Maxwell McNally: What a suplex by Anthony Kalb! He isn't holding anything back from just tearing down Jay Zero now, is he?
Kevin Fitsharris pulls himself up with the aid of the ring apron, where he then rolls himself into the ring, trying to distance himself from BK London who is now up near the security barricade. Holding his injured ribs, BK follows Kevin, slowly sliding in, not trying to aggravate his injury further. Trying to take advantage, Kevin quickly swoops in, diving and hitting BK square in the back with a double axehandle. He leaps to his feet, stomping away on the back/neck of BK London. BK tries to crawl on his knees to get away, grabbing onto the rope for assistance, but that doesn't slow down Fitsharris one bit. As BK rises up just a tad bit, Kevin seizes the opportunity, kicking BK right in the injured ribs! "POW!" The crowd sympathizes with BK's pain with an "Ooooohhh..." as BK drops to the mat, holding his stomach in great pain. Kevin then runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes and dives at his opponent, nearly taking his face off with a quick, gunshot dropkick!
Kalb takes notice of the happenings in the ring, seeing that Kevin has gotten control over BK London. Mid way through pulling Zero to his feet, he merely pushes him back, looking to aid his partner. Quickly moving down the ramp, the crowd boos as The Capitalists look to take over this match. But just before Kalb can reach the ring, the crowd begins to cheer again as an irate Jay Zero rushes down the stage, leaping into Kalbs back, pounding him with a clubbing blow to the neck! Kalb stumbles forward, keeping his footing, and as he turns around he is met with a big European uppercut that rattles the brain. In the ring, Kevin was trying to set up a snap suplex, but the distraction at ringside for merely a second has seemed to bite him in the ass. BK throws his knee up right into Kevin's stomach, and after a quick rearrangement, throws him halfway across the ring with a belly to belly suplex! Kalb and Zero begin exchanging blows, and BK wastes no time in getting to his feet, seeing Kalb right before him. This is the man that created the plan to take him out - so now he's going to return the favor. He sprints across the ropes! Meanwhile, Zero gets the upper hand on this last exchange of blows, sending Kalb reeling. Just as he gets close towards the ring, a charging BK London suddenly baseball slides underneath the bottom rope, jolting Kalb forward, right into an armdrag by Jay Zero!
Maxwell McNally: Would you look at the teamwork by BK and Zero?! Where did that come from?[/quote]
London smiles as he returns back up to a vertical base after that double team tandem offense that both Zero and himself have unintentionally createad, and as he sees Zero go back to capitalize on Kalb – he’s met and completely surprised by his fallen foe across the ring. The former World Champion turns around, only to be drilled with a vicious spear by Fitsharris, a spear which targets those taped up ribs that can barely be seen by his gold singlets. London writhes in pain on the mat upon being hit by the spear, and the crowd doesn’t like this one bit. Even though it’s been a few days, there’s no way that BK London’s ribs can be 100% and Fitsharris knows that, he’s known that ever since the planned attack on him on Monday occurred. Fitsharris picks up BK London and throws him into the corner with no remorse, and he drills his shoulder into his abdomen several times into his abdomen. Each time, London lets out a howl in pain that only gets louder and louder with every shot. Fitsharris is firmly in charge of this contest, and he irish whips BK London across the ring at an amazing speed. London strikes the turnbuckle with insurmountable force, and he drops down to the mat on his stomach following that.
Maxwell McNally: Ouch! Look at that irish whip! That would’ve broken any other man.
'Fast' Eddie Edison: It may have broken BK London with the conditions his ribs are in at the moment, the match just started and it seems like London doesn’t have a lot left in the tank.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:12:01 GMT -5
He holds onto his aching ribs, hoping to get back up – but each breath he takes hurts his ribs as well. The former tag team champion known as Fitsharris picks up BK London once more, and he rests him on the ropes before taking the top and the middle rope and wrapping it around the arms of London. The vice grip of the ropes around the arms of London completely traps London, and he’s unable to move in any direction or block himself from any oncoming attack. This leaves London’s ribs wide open for a big maneuver, and Fitsharris positions himself across the ring just for that. Sizing London up, he bounces off the ropes and looks to land one heck of a spear on his foe – but out of nowhere Jay Zero races across the ring and blasts Fitsharris with a knee to the side of the head. The knee sends Fitsharris stumbling sideways until he drops down on the mat, in pain and the crowd shoots out of their seats. Zero doesn’t waste any time continuing to go at Fitsharris with several stomps to the back. Kalb isn’t short behind however and he now re-enters the ring to get himself a piece of Jay Zero. He grabs Zero by his shoulder, but Zero turns around and decks the big man in the jaw which sends him stumbling backwards. Zero goes back to work on Fitsharris, and now Kalb comes up from behind on Zero and latches his arms around his waist. Is it surprise buttsecks? No. Instead it’s a German Suplex that nearly rocks the foundation of the ring!
Zero is dropped right on the back of his neck, and he’s in all sorts of trouble – which prompts him to roll out the ring to reduce the chances of a follow up move. All while this is happening, BK London is still tied up in the ropes and referee Carter Donovan is still attempting to free him. Pushing Donovan out of the way, Kalb talks some smack to BK London. London tries with all his might to break free of the rope’s vice grip – but to no avail. Kalb grabs the face of BK London, and squeezes his cheeks with his hand before telling him “Watch this”.
Kalb turns around and he orders Fitsharris to complete the spear he was going for earlier, and his tag team partner doesn’t have to think twice about it. Fitsharris stands across the ring, and he rushes forward for the spear – but it’s a boot from London that connects with the face of the oncoming freight train that is Kevin Fitsharris. One half of The Capitalitsts is absolutely knocked for a loop, and in seconds – London frees himself from the ropes, proving that he was playing possum all along. Kalb attempts to get in this action, and London decks him a few times with some hefty rights before irish whipping him into the corner. Kalb bounces out of the corner and London hits a Lou Thesz press before mounting over him with several punches. Only a few moments later does BK London get up from over Kalb, and he sizes up the former Fallout Champion as he rises to his feet. Kalb turns around, and London plants him in the mat with the MedEvil London. London pops right back up from the mat, still favoring his abdomen and he drops down to go for a cover – but he stops. He shakes his head from side to side, saying “No”, and now he gets right back up.
London heads out the ring himself, and similar to what happened on Warfare – he throws the poor sap Phillip off his chair, to retrieve it for his own doing. Folding the chair, he simply watches Anthony Kalb in the ring from the outside – and a demonic stare now appears on the former champion’s face. London rolls back in the ring, and he watches as Kalb once again fights his way back up to his feet. The crowd anticipates the major shot, and they’re not disappointed as BK London strikes Kalb across the back with the seat of the steel chair. The loud crack of the impact travels throughout the window, and Kalb goes totally motionless before dropping back down to the mat. But London isn’t over, every breath he takes he feels a slight pain from the ribs that were injured Monday on Warfare in that surprise attack, the attack which threatened his wife. London raises the chair high over his head, and he comes down with another sickening chair shot to the back of Kalb, and another and another. While the vacant Tag Team Titles are on the line, they’re the furthest thing from BK’s mind – London only cares about revenge by torture. London raises up the mangled steel chair, and Fitsharris now grabs London from behind. He attempts a German Suplex that did away with Zero earlier, but BK London blocks it and delivers one stiff elbow that strikes Fitsharris in his orbital bone.
Blinded temporarily, London looks to irish whip Fitsharris into the corner, but Fitsharris as the wear-with-all to counter it and sends London into the corner himself. As London is hurled towards the corner, he ducks as he’s running and off the top rope comes none other than a recovered Jay Zero who manages to score with a Diving Sunset Flip on his foe – or at least attempts to. The momentum isn’t quite enough to send Fitsharris over, and the former Tag Team Champion is balancing and flailing around – hoping to keep his vertical base intact. Seeing this, London springboards off the middle rope and lands a dropkick right to Fitsharris’ face to send him over. Zero stacks him up, and Donovan slides over for the pin attempt.
Maxwell McNally: He could have it! He could have it!
ONE! TWO --Fitsharris kicks out!
Maxwell McNally: No! But did you see that tag team like offense by BK London and Jay Zero? I think they’re starting to finally work in sync.
Fitsharris manages to shift his weight in the nick of time to get him out of this pinning predicament, and the pair thought they had him there. Fitsharris is proving a bit more resilient than usual in this match – but who wouldn’t under these circumstances? London shoots a few words Zero’s way – and he makes his way out of the ring as Zero dumps Fitsharris to the outside as well. London lifts up the ring skirt and he goes to retrieve to pull out his long, hard, dangerous wood. Sexual euphemisms aside, London almost brandishes a table in front of the sold out ACW Arena and the fans go absolutely mental.
As London sets up the table on the outside, Zero continues to beat down Fitsharris to wear him down – and finally its set up. London rolls under the bottom rope back into the ring, and now Zero places Fitsharris on the table, and it doesn’t look good for The Capitalists here. Bad ribs and all, London makes a questionable decision and he ascends to the top rope for a high risk maneuver. Fitsharris lies prone on the table while Zero holds him down, and the From Brooklyn to London looks as if it will be coming next. However – out the corner of the camera comes Kalb, who tugs at the leg of London – throwing him off balance. London falls forward and he lands abdomen first on the top turnbuckle, and Kalb leaves him hanging there. Zero hopes up on the apron to provide some assistance to his foe, but Kalb deliver a major lariat to his foe to knock him off the apron and into next week. With his distraction out of the way, Kalb now steps through the ropes and position himself on the apron. Fitsharris rolls off the table, sensing an attack from Kalb – and Kalb goes right for BK London. With an impressive show of strength, Kalb military presses BK London for a few moments before launching him forward like a rocket. London dives forward and lands ribs first through the table below, and almost immediately a chant occurs that reigns true throughout the arena.
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
'Fast' Eddie Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNGEERROOOUUUUUUUUSSSS!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:12:24 GMT -5
London’s body convulses around after crashing through the table, and slowly blood begins trickling from his mouth once again. Referee Carter Donovan immediately rushes out the ring to check on BK London as Anthony Kalb continues to stand on the apron and look down at the wreckage. A smile appears across his face, but before he can be satisfied with anything – he has to assure that he has all his eggs in one basket. He looks over to Jay Zero still showing some signs of life, and immediately he drops off the apron and makes a bee line towards his foe. Several kicks in the guts immobilizes Jay Zero, and without wasting any more time Kalb throws Zero over the announce table into the laps of everyone’s favorite announce team.
'Fast' Eddie Edison: DAAAAA- Oof!
Maxwell McNally: The action has spilled right into our laps ladies and gentlemen and it seems that my partner Edison has gotten the worst of that exchange!
With Edison knocked over and Jay Zero not moving, Kalb blows past McNally and he grabs Jay Zero before chucking him back into the ring. Back in the ring, Fitsharris has recovered from the onslaught by London and Zero earlier, and now he’s back to extract revenge. He shouts a few words at Zero, before picking him up – but Zero begins to fight back. He lands a huge right hand to the jaw of Fitsharris, but Fitsharris comes back with a hefty knee to the abdomen. Fitsharris grabs the body of Jay Zero and holds him up, while Kalb bounces off the ropes. The Fallout Champion leaps in the air and he delivers a clothesline/neckbreaker variation which can only be described as ‘The Hart Attack’. The famed double team maneuver sends Jay Zero down to the mat, and it’s Fitsharris who makes the cover.
Maxwell McNally: A Hart Attack? You don’t see one of those in ACW every dya!
ONE! TWO! THRE – Zero kicks out!
Zero gets his shoulder up, and Fitsharris is a bit taken back by the resilience of the former World Champion. There are not many double team maneuvers that can be kicked out of, but surely ‘The Hart Attack’ should’ve lead to a victory. Fitsharris rises back up, and now he’s calling the shots and suggests that Kalb put Zero on his shoulders. Kalb does just that, and with ease he sets up Jay Zero in the Electric Chair position up on his shoulders. The former World Champion sits nearly 9 feet above the canvas – and he still hasn’t been able to recover from the beat down thus far. With London still coughing up blood on the outside, he’s unable to see what’s going in the ring – and surely he’s unable to prevent any of the following events from occurring. Fitsharris climbs up to the top rope, and perches himself up there before diving off with a clothesline of his own! The Doomsday Device – made popular by the Legion of Doom/Road Warriors, is executed to perfection and Zero lands quite far from where the move was actually hit. The body of Zero rolls towards the edge of the ring, and Fitsharris wastes no time crawling over to where Jay Zero is and hooking the leg. It’s purely academic from here.
'Fast' Eddie Edison: After that Doomsday Device, it has to be over – very few people have kicked out of this move!
ONE! TWO! THRE-
But Jay Zero gets his leg on the bottom rope. An elementary mistake by Kevin Fitsharris costs him the win in this match – and Kalb isn’t too happy with it. Kalb grabs Fitsharris by the shoulder and picks him up before giving him a piece of his mind. While Fitsharris is seen as the goofy one in the group, he doesn’t plan on taking any verbal assault from anyone – especially his own tag team partner. The war of words continues for a few moments, while Jay Zero musters up enough strength to get back in the game. Getting up to one knee, he manages to push Fitsharris into Kalb – and the two numbskulls crack skulls. Kalb goes down like a large redwood and now Jay Zero tries to capitalize with a school boy.
ONE! TWO! – Kickout by Fitsharris.
Both men get back up to their feet, Fitsharris before Zero, and Fitsharris goes on the offensive. He looks to take Zero down with a clothesline, but Zero manages to duck under the attempt and scores with a pele kick that sends Fitsharris stumbling into the corner. Racing towards the corner, Zero hops up on Fitsharris and launches him to the middle of the ring with a Monkey Flip to the support of the crowd. Even with London incapacitated, Jay Zero’s holding his own in the match and that’s something the crowd can respect. Looks like Zero has his second wind, and he’s stalking his prey from behind. Zero grabs Fitsharris from behind and hits an ol’ fashion Rear Naked Choke Drop, and the ball is completely in Zero’s court now. With this opportunity to win the tag team titles for his team, there’s no way Zero’s not going to go all out – and he looks to finish this one right now. The Zero Gravity is what Jay Zero has in mind, but all doesn’t go as planned.
CRACK!
Skull meets chair, and chair wins in this match up. As Zero springboarded off the middle rope – Kalb managed to use a chair and picked the right moment to connect with a hard chair shot. Almost on contact, Zero’s head appears to have been busted open the hard way and blood begins to flow like water on a downhill stream. As his blood now begins to stain both his head and the mat, Kalb drops the chair down to the mat and smiles again.
Out the corner of his eye, London is seen stumbling back up to his feet – grabbing the ring skirt and trying his hardest to get back in this match, but the pain he feels right now is unbearable. Officials ringside attempt to prevent him from getting back in the ring, but he starts to push them off. Kalb heads over to that side of the ring, and he takes London down with a stiff kick to the jaw to some more heat from the crowd. Kalb is proving to obviously be the more dangerous of the duo, and now he sets his sights back to Jay Zero in the ring. He goes and grabs that steel chair that he uses on Zero earlier and now rolls back into the ring with an idea in mind. Fitsharris, who is back up to his feet, gets the idea and he now pulls the former World Champion towards the ropes. Kalb places the chair on the abdomen of Jay Zero, and it seems they have the same idea in mind as before.
Kalb ascends up to the top rope, and we could potentially see that dangerous Double Stomp that left BK London in the condition he is right now, but surprisingly the match is joined by a visitor. Kiley Johnson, wife of BK London, races down to the ring and hops up on the apron. She races over towards Kalb, and grabs his leg, tugging and pulling on it and eventually the big man loses his balance. The former Fallout champion falls groin first on the apron, and the crowd goes absolutely nuts – but Fitsharris isn’t going to let her get away with that. He grabs the former ACW wrestler by her hair and pulls her into the ring by force – showing no remorse at all. Kevin whispers a few menacing words to her before grabbing her by the arm and wrenching it. He then pulls Kiley towards him and levels her with a Short-Arm Clothesline, knocking her out cold and the fan’s can’t believe it. Even for a second Fitsharris is taken back by what he just did, but as he watches Kiley Johnson on the ground – he relishes in the moment.
But what he doesn’t see is BK London crawling up from the ground, and clawing his way back into the ring. He gets one arm under the bottom rope – and when he pulls up the other arm, we see the former champ isn’t alone. A steel chair wrapped in barbed wire is London’s weapon of choice – and the crowd loves absolutely every second of it. London rolls into the ring, and he doesn’t look at all in the mood for any games. Fitsharris continues to look down at Kiley Johnson, and BK London gets back up to his feet and takes quite a major league swing.
Maxwell McNally: OUCH!
'Fast' Eddie Edison: Barbed wire to the back of Fitsharris!
The barbed wire digs into the back of Fitsharris, and he goes down quite quickly. London raises the chair up in the air, and he goes to town on his foe with several shots to the barbed wire – and he even thinks of a more sadistic idea. London places the barbed wire chair down on the mat, and he starts grating Fitsharris’ face across the barbed wire – each time cutting open his skin and exposing the flesh. Kalb watches what goes on in the ring from the outside, and he hops up on the apron to attempt o help – but has second thoughts. The thoughts run through his mind of that actually happening to him, and he begins to have second thoughts about the idea.
Kalb rethinks his situation, and he now slowly drops back down from the apron and starts walking backwards he ramp – leaving his partner high and dry. Even BK London and Jay Zero seem to be puzzled at this lack of appreciation for his partner, but it dawns on them that they now have this match in the bag. Jay Zero picks up Fitsharris on his shoulder for the Absolute Zero and London winds up and lands the Shades of Michaels on the prone Fitsharris. Immediately following that Zero drills Kalb with the Absolute Zero, and now hooks the leg of his foe for the cover.
ONE! TWO! THREE
The bell sounds, and the match is over – the series is over, and new Tag Team Champions are crowned.
Phillip: And the winners of this match, and NEW ACW Tag Team Champions – BK London and Jay Zero!
”Crack a Bottle (Instrumental)" by Eminem pounds through the speakers and the threat is finally over. Anthony Kalb may have a sour taste in his mouth for leaving his partner high and dry, but compared to Fitsharris – he’s in a pretty good shape. Kalb disappears behind the curtain and the crowd is on their feet for the new crowning of Tag Team Champions. Referee Carter Donovan hands the Tag Team Championships over to BK London and Jay Zero, and for once – there doesn’t seem to be any angst or fighting between the two. These two seemed to have finally seen the light and what they could do together in the ring as opposed to them taking matters into their own hands.
Jay Zero and BK London celebrate, new ACW Tag Team Champions.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:20:26 GMT -5
Looking Through the Shattered Mirror [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] Tonight a magic trick had been pulled. A man disappears into a crowd of thousands and no one knows where he went. In the chaos that resulted from Vortex being pulled into the crowd, someone was able to take those few moments and completely remove Vortex from the arena.
Our scene opens up to find Vortex (the real one) hanging by his arms and writhing madly. The rope that binds him is tied to a bridge; somewhere off in a remote area far away from the ACW arena. As the camera pulls away from Vortex we see a woman standing in front of Vortex, arms folded.
The woman is of striking complexion, with long dark hair and wearing a tight fitting, jet-black bodysuit. She stares at Vortex for a while longer, staring daggers into the man. After a short while, Vortex stops struggling and looks up at the woman, fires of hatred in his eyes.Vortex: You’re hot. Vortex stares at the woman with a wild smirk on his face. The woman does not budge, however her face tells a different story. She wants to hurt Vortex.Vortex: Let me guess you’re here to make a bondage film with me. This time she moves, agile like a cat. Instead of hitting Vortex, the woman produces a hidden blade and cuts the man across the face, leaving a gash that quickly starts bleeding. Instead of screaming in pain or complaining about what just happened, Vortex begins to shake his head violently, splattering blood everywhere.
Before either party can speak, the woman reaches into one of her pockets and produces a cell phone. She flips it open and begins to speak to someone on the other end.??: Felicity. Do you have Feldspar? Felicity: If by ‘Feldspar’ you mean this piece of shit, then yes. ??: Good. You are to do two things. One, inject the man with the stability serum. Two, release the man and walk away. Felicity: He insulted me. No one insults me. ??: Do NOT harm Feldspar. Felicity, are you hearing me? *click* Felicity puts the phone away and calmly walks over to Vortex who is still shaking his head and laughing like a loon. She walks behind him and grabs a fistful of hair, yanks his head back, and puts the knife against his throat.Felicity: You are going to learn to watch your tongue. A few moments pass and both parties are still. The wind softly blows through the surrounding trees and the pale moonlight creates quite the dramatic effect. Vortex has finally decided that he should shut up, as he knows that this woman was built for only one purpose, and that was killing. Even in his insane state, his primal instinct is smart enough to realize that one wrong breath and it was over.Felicity: This is your only get out of jail free card. If I am forced to see your face again… She twists the knife. Felicity: I WILL kill you. As quick as a strike of lightning from the night sky, Felicity slams Vortex’s head into one of the bridge pillars, instantly knocking him out. She then takes a vial of serum and places it on top of a needle. Without a second thought she jams the needle into Vortex’s neck, releases the serum and takes it out. Felicity takes the empty vial and sticks it back in one of her pockets, slices the rope with her knife and walks away. As the scene fades Vortex lies still in a heap and all are left with a multitude of unanswered questions.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 1, 2009 15:21:15 GMT -5
Match 10: ACW International Title Match Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune vs Dave Shadow (Credit: Toast) ACW International Title Match Alicia Laureano v.s. Dave Shadow (c) McNally: Well folks, we are getting down to the wire here at ACW’s Seven Deadly Sins. It has been one hell of a show so far…but if you think you’ve seen all there is to see, then hold on to your hats for this one. We have the returning Dave Shadow, who literally just over one week ago was in a comatose state, set to defend the ACW International Title…against none other than the legend herself, Alicia Laureano. Edison: And may I say what a classless move that was on Mr. Gingerdude’s part? Dave Shadow is an honorable, fighting champion. He played everything by the book. And when he gets just the slightest bit injured, what happens? Gingerdude hands over the belt to Alicia Laureano, no less! Cut the man some slack! McNally: Well, I’m not so sure about Dave playing “by the book”…he’s certainly had no compunction about using less than kosher means to win his matches. But as the fans’ reaction this past Monday demonstrated, they did give him all the respect in the world for coming out to the ring while still injured. That took a lot of guts. But can he pull this off? Will Dave Shadow, a man who is willing to win by any means necessary, be able to use that aggression to retain his title? Or will his injury prove too much for him? Will the woman formerly known as Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune add yet another title to her already legendary ACW resume? Edison:…or will inactivity and ring rust rear their ugly heads? McNally: Let’s answer all of these questions right now! As ever, here is Mr. Phillip Jones with the introductions! The audience stands in a corked frenzy, knowing exactly what contest is to take place. The eyes of eager young boys with their first wrestling t-shirts, as well as those of veteran smarks, dot the ring anxiously. Finally, Phillip Jones rises from his ringside folding chair, and elegantly makes his way up the metal steps. He has opted to wear a bow tie in an attempt to underscore the fact that this is a pay-per-view. He is silent for a moment, checking the small cue card cupped gently in the palm of his hand. Then, his bombastically grand voice erupts… Jones: Ladies and gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Internationaaaaaaaal championshiiiiiiip! A loud cheer bursts forth from the arena, as though the noise itself was being drowned in deep water, and had broken free to draw in the fresh air. As the camera pans full-circle, signs of all colors and sizes can be seen. In the midst of all the male company, a tiny girl not more than nine years old eagerly jumps up and down with a sign reading “Alicia is My Hero” with a painstakingly drawn caricature of the Atomic Maiden herself. Jones: Introducing first…the challenger! She stands at five foot seven, and weighed in this morning at one hundred and seventy five pounds…from London, England…Aliciiaaaaaaaaaaaa Laureanoooooooooo! “I’m a Bomb” by Natasha Bedingfield burst through the speakers, to a large pop by the majority of the fans. Those who had been somewhat unsure of Alicia’s intentions over the past two and a half weeks hold off…not knowing what to make of this sudden match. Nevertheless, Alicia comes through the curtain and greets the fans with confidence. She is still wearing the re-designed version of her uniform that she debuted on Monday. The longer cut lends her a more classic appeal than previously, as befitting her stature and seniority within the roster.Basking in the fame that she has enjoyed for so long, Alicia briskly jogs down the ramp, slapping hands with all of the fans within reach. She stops just before the ramp funnels off into the surrounding canvas, as she notices the little girl with her elaborate sign. Alicia walks over, and stands by the little girl, who is now smiling from ear to ear, long enough to have her picture taken before rushing forth and sliding into the ring.McNally: What can you say about Alicia Laureano that has not already been said? She has overcome grievous injury to her family and loved ones. She is one of the most prolific ACW Champions of all time. She has had several classic encounters that will no doubt go down in company history. And here she is, ready to take on another champion for his title. Edison: You forgot the part about how she put Dave Shadow in the hospital. McNally: Well, Eddie, she claims she had nothing to do with that. And as far as I’m concerned, she’s innocent until proven guilty. Edison: Don’t be such an idiot. It’s plain as day! She knew she could never take on Dave Shadow in a fair fight. He was riding a wave of momentum. So when he called her out, she cleverly ambushed him backstage, only to come strolling out here two and a half weeks later and claim the title that Dave rightfully owned! She knew her glory days were long gone. She knew the years were catching up to her. She knew the ring rust was clogging the machine…and she knew that the only way to satisfy her huge ego was a title run at Dave’s expense. McNally: Well…I’m not so sure about the ring rust part. If you recall, it was as recently as Omega Effect that Alicia Laureano put on a classic encounter with one Jason Freeman, who is going to be challenging The Senator himself for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship later on tonight. As to her involvement in the attack on Dave I must confess, I have no idea. But Alicia says she didn’t do it, and until further notice, that’s good enough for me! As McNally finishes his emphatic defense, the camera cuts back to Alicia, who has just finished basking in the adoration of her fans on the top turnbuckle. Back-flipping gracefully into the center of the ring, she goes to her respective corner and warms up for her incoming opponent. Jones: And now…introducing the champion…he stands at exactly six feet tall, and weighed in this morning at two hundred and thirteen pounds…from Drogheda, Ireland…he is the defending ACW International Champion…Daaaaaaaaaaave Shadoooooooooooow! ”Voodoo Child” hits the speakers, as the lights in the arena go out. As the music builds, several blinding lights illuminate at the top of the entrance ramp. A shadow emerges, but the silhouette does not dance to the music in the familiar tone that the audience has grown accustomed to. Instead it stands rigid, and seemingly in pain. As the shadow walks out of the light, we see it's Dave Shadow with an uncharacteristically serious expression. The International title around his waist seems to be weighing him down somewhat. He slowly makes his way down the ring, his legs showing slightly more mobility than on Monday, but still limping noticeably.McNally: It was at Omega Effect 5 that Dave Shadow cemented his presence in ACW history by winning the ACW International Title in a spirited contest against Thunder Train. But as it turned out, the celebration was premature. Soon after ACW’s return from hiatus, Dave Shadow was mysteriously assaulted backstage, and hospitalized. We were led to believe that he was comatose…that he would be unable to defend the belt he had just won. And yet here he is…gutting his way down to the ring to take on one of the all time greats. He may have proven himself to be a sly individual in the past, but I have to give credit where credit is due. Edison: Bravo, Dave, Bravo! You can do it! Fight through the pain! Get your revenge! Dave slowly ascends the steel steps, and carefully climbs through the ropes, trying to conserve as much energy as possible. His eyes immediately lock on to Alicia, the opponent that he has been demanding for quite some time now. Laureano, a veteran of many epic encounters, does not back down from the gaze. Phillip Jones makes his exit, as the referee takes the belt from Dave Shadow, and presents it to the audience in the center of the ring. Excited cheers ring out at the sight of the gold, as the referee carefully lowers the prized belt, and hands it over to a ringside official for safekeeping. The two combatants are still staring holes through each other as the bell rings… Dingx3
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