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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:39:17 GMT -5
DNA whips back up to his feet, and before Johnston can react, he throws a devastating high kick, clocking his opponent. Instead of going for the pin, though, Alger drops down into his preferred cross arm breaker yet again, wrenching back on the arm with little resistance.
Dwight: That arm’s gotta give here soon…
Johnston, knowing that his title reign and the health of his arm rests on one last desperate move, shoves Alger’s leg off from across his throat, and wrenching free as he stands back up. DNA tries to get to his feet, only for Johnston to catch him in the process, lifting the shooter over one shoulder, running the length of the ring, slamming him into the turnbuckle, before bouncing off with a powerful Oklahoma Stampede…
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The Openweight champion, his second wind still intact, picks DNA off the mat with a rough sleeper. Johnston abruptly shifts from there into a backdrop suplex lift, hoisting Alger onto his shoulder for a moment, before again shifting his grip, putting a hand under his opponent’s tailbone, and pushing DNA up and over his back, falling with him to complete a nasty backdrop pancake!
Fisher: Oh man, what a move, what a move by Stan Johnston! That had to finish him, it’s all over from here!
Bardo: That backdrop suplex lift into a falling face pancake is certainly not something we’ve seen from Johnston before.
Johnston rolls DNA over, with an exhausted cover for the pin…
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Dwight: Alger wants this too bad, he’ll take a concussion, he’ll take anything before he takes defeat here, and the only problem is that we all know that Johnston is that way, and more.
It’s a long time before either man can stand, and Jacob Jones almost considers a standing ten count, but being a longtime Fallout veteran, and knowing both competitors, he simply allows them to gain their senses and breath. Alger, when he does, rolls over to the ropes, pulling his way up, while Johnston, a bit less shaken up, simply relies on his own power to get up, and does so faster, pulling Alger off the ropes, bending down, abruptly lifting him up, before connecting with a ring-shaking kneel powerbomb…
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Bardo: Johnston better slow down, or he’ll wear himself out.
Sure enough, Johnston takes a good while to catch his breath, while Alger recovers from the powerbomb. Johnston, in doing so, gives his opponent just enough time to regain his own wind. DNA, having reached his feet first, stumbles his way over to his opponent, suddenly spinning around with a backfist, which Johnston takes flush to the temple, but does not drop.
Instead, the Texan simply throws a big haymaker of his own, staggering Alger with the rough fisted strike. DNA, though, was not stunned enough to neglect following up, throwing his own straight right punch, knocking Johnston in the face. This time, though, Johnston does not even pause before returning the favor, his own punch grazing Alger’s chin.
Fisher: They’re going to kill each other at this pace!
Several more times, the two maintain their painful exchange, each set of punches slower than the last, before Johnston, going all out, leaning back, going for broke lashes out with one more punch…only for Alger to leap up, with a perfectly timed Bermuda Triangle…which Johnston, somehow, someway, is able to block before DNA can complete it, pushing his opponent off. The challenger rolls back, landing on his feet…only to take a devastating short range Western Lariat from Stan Johnston!
Fisher: That’s the Lariat! Johnston’s trump card!
Johnston drops to the mat, covering to retain his Openweight Title…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:39:40 GMT -5
…Alger KICKS OUT!
Dwight: I can’t believe it!
Fisher: No way, Alger was dead to rights!
Bardo: Nuts. He had him…even I’m astounded, and nothing astounds me.
Johnston rolls off the failed pin attempt, trying to shake some life into his arm, which, by this point, has taken quite a toll from Alger’s attacks. DNA, for his part, blinks his eyes, trying to remember exactly where he is and what he’s been doing.
Dwight: That was quite the gamble by Johnston, his arm was holding on by sheer guts and fortitude, look at the visible bruises in the upper arm, and the forearm…I doubt he’ll be able to hit another one of those lariats. His shoulder didn’t look all that great after that impact, either.
Johnston, visibly angered at his physical condition, and with blood in his eye, pops a possibly dislocated shoulder back into place, and looks over at Alger, motioning for him to stand. DNA, shuddering as he holds his aching head, also looks across the ring, going up to one knee, and then to a shaky footing as he prepares, one way or another, to finish what he started.
Both competitors slowly trudge over on rubber legs, with a shared determination to end the match with honor, to finish the fight with one goal in mind…and with that thought in his head, Alger throws a blistering kick to Johnston’s knee, a kick with the opposite foot to the midsection, a third kick to the battered shoulder, a fourth to the other shoulder, dropping Johnston’s guard, before loading up, and putting everything he has into one final kick right to the head…but Johnston doesn’t fall!
Alger’s foot precariously propped onto his shoulder, Johnston weakly waves a finger of disapproval, shoving the foot off from the side of his head, spinning DNA around, and raising his arm up for one last, kamikaze Lariat, without thought to health or career…but Alger parries the weakened arm aside, sending both men spinning around…and before Johnston can fully make his way around, DNA’s high kick catches him one last time in the temple, this time, the impossibly tough Texan seems suspended in time for a breathless moment…but this time, collapses in a heap onto the mat. Alger falls upon him, all energy gone, landing into an unconscious pin…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:40:04 GMT -5
…three.
Cruiser Khan: Your winner….Dangerous…Nicholas….Alger!! The NEW Openweight Champion! Let’s hear it for the new champ, everyone!
The wrestlers at ringside all fill the ring, checking on both competitors, as the Texans tend to their fellow statesman, pulling Johnston over and seating him up on a corner. In the middle of the ring, the Royles, Wolf, and Julio all help Alger to his feet, only for him to collapse back down to a kneeling position, while Jacob Jones hands him his new Openweight Title.
Dwight: That was quite the match to call…well fought by both men, although I think Alger’s gameplan was solid, it was really his desire to finally win that belt that got him through. Johnston’s streak is finally broken.
Bardo: As someone who graduated from the Gym alongside Johnston, I am qualified to say he’s the best Fallout has. But tonight, Alger was the better man.
Fisher: I’m speechless now…it’s over…and what’s going on now?
“Immigrant Song” hits the PA system, and Biff Taylor, with El Froggy Mask in tow, makes his way down to the ring. Froggy shakes his head, but Biff enters the ring, walking over to a suspicious Alger, and without warning, raises his arm, pulling the new Openweight Champion to his feet.
Biff: You earned it, dude, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise…even if that anyone’s gonna be me, a month or so from now…
Biff leaves the ring, and Dwight steps down from the booth, also joining in on the celebrations. Before long, Johnston, still badly shaken and hurt, and ignoring Dr. Trace Gibson’s pleas, steps over, using his left arm to shake hands with the new champ, and gives him a quick look of approval, before being helped out of the ring, mostly against his will. Alger, blinking away sweat(and perhaps something else) out of his eyes, with the title over his shoulder, takes a microphone.
DNA: This…this…is the result of hard work…of everything I’ve sacrificed! They thought I was a joke, that I belonged in anger management, but I proved the doubters wrong! This proves it! I didn’t win it by myself, though, and I gotta thank some guys here, I gotta thank Stan Johnston for giving me a hellava fight, and never backing down, you’ll get your shot again, I promise! Angelo Goldmill and Micky Dundee here, these guys got me through both MMA and wrestling, best corner men you could ever have! Tim Dwight, you got me to use my MMA skills in the ring, Biff Taylor hired me, back when I was a scrub, and he never gave up on keeping me around! All you guys here, and in the back, supporting me, Tapout for sponsoring me for years, my family back home for being the best support group I ever had, and God Almighty, just for putting me here on this Earth! It’s been a long trip, man, but it’s worth it, it’s worth it…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:40:56 GMT -5
Segment: ACW through and through…. Credit: Dave Tyler and Chris Williams.
As the camera cuts backstage, Dave Tyler stands in front of a large ACW logo set up for an interview. He is dressed in his wrestling gear and jumps up and down on the spot, getting some last minute warm up exercises in before his big match with Chris Williams. As he does, he speaks to the camera, a big smile on his face as he does, looking excited to be in ACW.
Tyler: So. Gingerdude has stripped Thunderkiss of the Entertainment Championship and now Chris and myself have that little bit more incentive to beat the crap out of each other. Hey, if the Dude wants to reward the two of us for the hard work we’ve been doing, then who the hell am I to say no, right? See now, as well as proving I am the future of this company by beating Chris, I can also achieve a goal I set for myself when I debuted here 2 pay per views ago. At Samhain, I lost in an Entertainment Championship match to Wayde. At Hello Goodbye, I lost in an Entertainment Championship match to five other people. At Winter’s Discontent…
Dave stops moving for a second, and lets a serious look sweep across his face.
Tyler: At Winter’s Discontent, I can finally take that title home with me. That title has been top of my to win list for some time now, and to be honest, I was disgusted by how TK treated it. Didn’t defend it, didn’t cherish it. Didn’t deserve it. Chris and I know what this means though. Winning a title is a way of cementing your place firmly in to the history books. And this title…this title is special. Holding it shows that you are the most entertaining superstar in ACW at the moment, and God knows that’s what Chris and myself have been striving for since our first days here. And if ACW is all about Entertainment, and Dave Tyler IS Entertainment…well then, logic dictates that that means Dave Tyler is ACW. That’s what tonight is all about to me. Proving that I am ACW through and through.
Dave starts stretching again, the smile returning to his face.
Tyler: I’ve spent the last 8 weeks in this company training and doing my best to try and entertain fans, and so has Chris. I know that and I respect that. Me and Chris, we’ve had our problems, but we’re more like a married couple. We fight, we argue and we threaten each other but at the end of the day, we know there are bigger things at stake and we know….
Dave trails off as he looks to his right, noticing someone approaching. The smile grows as he stops his warm ups and looks down at the floor, shaking his head. He looks to his right, as the camera pans right as well., revealing Chris Williams standing there, he too dressed in his wrestling gear and ready to go.
Chris: And we know that we can both put on one HELL of a show.
Tyler: Exactly.
The two shake hands for the camera, showing a ton of respect for each other.
Chris: Alright man, I just came down here to say, all bullshit aside, I respect the work you’ve put in so far. But don’t think that means I’m going to roll over and let you walk away with the title….
Tyler: I wouldn’t dream of it, and you know damn well I’m going to fight you to the end as well.
Chris: That’s exactly what I was wanting to hear. Now, as for making up tonight where you have failed in the past… I don’t think I can let that happen tonight. You see… where you have failed, I have succeeded. While you are winless at ACW Pay-Per-Views, I am undefeated. At Samhain, I put Eddie Packard down for three seconds, and I haven’t seen him since. Then, after Daniel Ness decided it would be wise to attack me, I destroyed him in a Steel Cage match at HelloGoodBye and escaped the cage, victorious. Now, I know you’re the big “ACW Superstar of the Month” as shown on the ACW site, but to me, that means nothing. I fully intend on walking out of here tonight as your new ACW Entertainment Champion. It’s going to happen… because I will not be out-hustled. I will not be out-matched or under-prepared.
I will NOT
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You can hear the crowd noise all the way back to the interview set upon hearing Williams’ catchphrase.
Chris: How’s that for “ACW through and through”? I’ll see you out there tonight, and may the best man win.
Tyler stares back at Chris as Chris walks off the set toward his lockerroom.
Tyler: That? That's just sweet!
He begins his warmups again, as the cameras draw to a…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:41:54 GMT -5
Segment: You Didn't Call (Credit: Grim Goblin)
Fade in on a spooky and terribly out of place jackolantern. A grimace of horror is carved into its face, which is of course lit by a flame within. It appears to be moving down some corridor on its own, but a slight zoom out reveals two purple claw-like gloved hands carrying it. A further zoom out reveals the upper torso and hooded, masked face of The Grim Goblin.
The camera rotates to the side and then behind as he enters some room.
Apparently Ginger's office seeing as Ginger recoils in shock upon seeing the Goblin.
Ginger: Knock before you enter my office!
Ginger eyes him for a moment, and then reaches for his intercom.
Ginger: I don't know who you are, but I'm going to give you a chance to just walk out before I get security in here.
Goblin: Security isn't needed!
Ginger winces at the electric hiss accompanying the Goblin's deep, synthesized voice. Part of the surprise was how expressive it sounded. Robo-voices tend to be fairly monotone, if not worse. Only one person has a "voice" like this.
Ginger: Yeah, yeah, I remember you now. You were at Samhain in October. What do you want now?
Goblin: You didn't call.
Ginger: About what? You were like a backstage Halloween monster for the kids, right? Times are tough, I know, but we can't hire you for Christmas. Kids want a Santa. Now if you dre-
Goblin: You signed me to a wrestling contract.
Ginger: ...Ok, I have some vague memories of that, but to be honest, I was preoccupied by more important things.
Goblin: I see. Well?
Ginger: Well what?
Goblin: I was never called. I want to compete.
Ginger: Listen, I sign a lot of people. Many never even make it to their debut.
Goblin: That's why you take what you can get; too many are worthless.
Ginger looks into his eyes to read him...or tries to. The Grim Goblin's eyes are completely covered by his mask's yellow eyes. It's a miracle he can even see.
Ginger: Your point is true, sadly. I've taken gambles on worse people, so...Welcome to ACW, officially. You'll start when I can pencil you in. Everything after that, though, is your responsibility.
Goblin: And I can trust you're serious now?
Ginger: Here's a big tip to prove it. After I get you booked on a show, if you want to stay, do something huge to make yourself known.
Goblin: Bigger than threatening to kill you?
Ginger: ...Pardon?
Goblin: It's why you signed me at Samhain. To bribe me out of it.
Ginger: I'd...forgotten that part...
Goblin: You have my thanks. I'll leave you now.
The Grim Goblin begins to back out of the door, still with the pumpkin.
Ginger: Hey, what's the jackolantern for? It's nearly Christmas.
Goblin: Before I came, I had to choose your method of death. You know, in case this meeting went sour. It was this or my axe. This won by a dreadfully small margin. But that's irrelevant now, the meeting was mutually successful.
Ginger is rather speechless. What has he gotten himself into?
Goblin: Happy Holidays.
The camera fades out as it zooms in on the cold yellow eyes and always-unmoving mouth of The Grim Goblin's mask, which is eternally frozen in the same expression; intense hatred and, simultaneously, immeasurable pleasure.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:42:15 GMT -5
Match 3: ACW Entertainment Title Match Dave Tyler vs. Chris Williams (Credit: Dave Tyler) Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and is now for the ACW Entertainment Championship! Introducing first….Sweet! Sugar! Candyman! "Candyman" by Christina Aguilera hits, as Dave Tyler struts out through the curtains, a big smile on his face. Red and white lights flash overhead, illuminating the ring, the ramp and the crowd, as he dances his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of some fans. From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 184 pounds, he is The Candyman, DAVE TYLER!The crowd dance along, as he runs and jumps up onto the apron. He steps in through the ropes, and continues to dance to the music, laughing and obviously having fun. His music dies down, as Tyler takes off his jacket and hands it to an aide at ringside. He backs into a corner and waits for his opponent.HEADSTRONG! I TAKE YOU ON! As “Headstrong” by Trapt is booming from the speakers, strobe lights adorning the stage light up like wildfire, flashing along to every beat. The crowd noise is quickly rising, as they are slowly figuring out who is about to show up. As the chorus hits, a silver shower of sparks begins to rain from overtop the entranceway. Looking through the shower of sparks, the fans see a black figure moving slowly toward the falling pyro. Fireworks go off up and down the ramp, and out from behind the shower of sparks walks Chris Williams!And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 230 pounds, CHRIS WILLIAMS!!!The crowd erupts into a frenzy as Chris thrusts his right arm into the air, looking up and pointing to the sky. Camera flashes are sparkling like crazy throughout the entire arena to capture this moment. Williams, wearing his wrestling attire, looks out into the crowd, full of dedicated fans, and grins. He walks down the ramp, shaking hands with as many fans as he can on his way to the ring. He slides into the ring, and begins to eye up Tyler, who moves out of the corner and towards him.The music dies down, as the ref hoists the Entertainment Championship up in the air. Neither Chris nor Dave look at it though; the two have their eyes locked and are too focused on each other, the crowd cheering for both men. McNally: Well, these two now have some added incentive to win this match, after the huge announcement earlier in the evening with regards the Entertainment Championship and Thunderkiss.Edison: True, but I don’t think these two needed that added incentive. These two have been itching for a fight for weeks now, and tonight they finally get their chance to go one on one and prove themselves!The bell rings, as Chris and Dave start circling the ring, slowly moving in to the center of the ring, their arms outstretched looking to lock up. The crowd are chanting and cheering for both men, neither having a discernable advantage in crowd reaction, as the two tie up for the first time in a collar and elbow hold. They test each other’s strength, but Williams uses his superior height and weight to back Tyler into a corner, the ref jumping between them to split them up. Chris backs away, but as he does, Dave reaches over the ref and slaps Chris square across the jaw. Chris looks stunned for a moment, before trying to charge at Dave. The ref pushes him back, as Dave runs out of the corner, and goes for a shuffle side kick. Chris manages to duck it as the ref steps out of the way. As Dave regains his balance, he turns back round to face Chris, and is greeted with a slap across the jaw, Chris getting some measure of revenge. As the crowd taunt the two, Dave doesn’t get much chance to recuperate, as Chris pushes him back into the ropes. He tries using the momentum to whip Dave across the ring, but its countered, and Chris goes running. On the rebound, Dave jumps, but Chris manages to raise his own arm and smash Dave over the head with a running forearm smash. Dave goes down hard on the canvas, but jumps up again, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. Chris is standing over him though and clubs him over the back with some more hard forearm smashes, pounding Dave down into the mat. He grabs Dave by the hair and lifts him up, before trying to scoop him up for a scoop slam. As he turns to hit the move in the middle of the ring, Dave counters into a roll up pin, pushing his body through Chris’s legs. He only gets the two though, as Chris kicks out. Both men jump up to their feet, but Dave is a fraction quicker, as he drops down and hits a dropkick to the knee of Chris, taking his opponent down to one knee. As Chris tries to get back up, Dave runs at the ropes and jumps, hitting the second, rebounding back and hitting a Lou Thez press! He stays on top of Chris and tries for another quick cover, but this time only gets the one. Edison: Both men well matched in the early going, fighting a hard and fast paced match.McNally: All it takes is one screw up to shift the balance though, and we could see it here….Dave rolls over to the ropes and out on to the apron. He climbs up and heads up to the top rope, as Chris gets back to his feet as well. He turns just in time to see Dave sailing towards him, but Chris is quick enough to catch him in an STO, dropping Dave back on to his head hard. Dave rolls round, clutching the back of his head, as Chris jumps on to him and goes for a cover of his own. Dave kicks out, but more out of instinct; he rolls to the ropes and clutches the back of his head in pain. Chris walks over to him, and grabs him by the hair, pulling him back into the ring. He lifts him up, and pushes him back into the ropes, before starting to hit some massive knife-edge chops to the chest. Dave falls to his knees on the third, as Chris kicks him in the chest. Dave keels over, as Chris grabs him by the arms and legs, pushes his own knees into the spine of Tyler, and pulls him back, applying a bow and arrow submission hold. McNally: And now Chris Williams slows this right down, pulling on Tyler and trying to snap him in two.Chris pulls back as hard as he possibly can, before realising the legs, and letting Tyler slide down on to the canvas. Chris hooks the legs, and goes for another cover, but Dave gets the shoulder up again. Chris looks pissed as the crowd continue to alternate their chants for Dave and Chris. Chris backs Dave in to the ropes again, and whips him across the ring. On the rebound, Chris bends down and tries to lift him up for a flapjack, but as he throws Dave up into the air, Dave manages to get enough height to wraps his legs round Chris’ head and throw him back head-over-heels with a big hurricanrana, sending the crowd into a massive roar. Chris tries getting back up, before Dave charges him and hits him with a dropkick, taking him down again. The two get back up, as Dave jumps and hits a punch to the side of Chris’ head again, sending him back into the ropes. As Chris bounces off them and comes forward, Tyler takes a step back and walks forward, jumping and looking for his Diabetes’s Disaster roundhouse kick! Chris manages to duck it though, as Dave is left spinning. He gets up and tries to go back on the offensive, but Chris ducks and lifts Dave up onto his shoulders. The crowd are going nuts as Chris holds hi up and shouts for the TNT-DDT, but Dave is elbowing him in the head. Chris stumbles back with Dave still on his shoulders, back into the ropes. He goes stumbling back over them, bailing to the outside, as Dave manages to hold on to the top rope, staying on the apron. Chris hits the mats outside hard, holding his back, but reluctant to stay down for long. He climbs to his feet, just in time to see Dave come flying through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking both men down to the ground in a crumpled mess.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:43:52 GMT -5
The ref starts a ten count, trying to give the two as much of a chance as possible to get up and get back in to the ring. At around 5, Tyler is up and he walks over to the ring, using the barriers and apron to keep himself steady, still shook up from the dive through the ropes. He rolls in under the rope but rolls back out straight away, forcing the ref to continue the count. As Tyler lands back outside, Chris charges him, having used the barriers to pull himself up as well. Tyler ducks a clothesline attempt, as Chris crashes in to the ring apron. He turns round, as Dave runs at him now, jumping and lifting his leg, looking to connect with a high knee with the ring giving him leverage. Chris manages to duck a shoulder down at the last second and instead of connecting with the knee, Dave finds himself being hoisted up on to Chris’ shoulders, the crowd going nuts! Chris walks forward and spins round, sending Dave flying right into the TNT DDT! Dave’s head hits the ground hard as he slumps down, seemingly out of it, as Chris lies on his back looking up at the lights. The crowd are cheering like mad as the ref jumps out of the ring in a panic, fearing for Dave. Chris pulls himself back up using the apron and slides in to the ring, as the ref reluctantly follows him in. Dave isn’t stirring, as the ref starts the ten count. McNally: This one is over! Dave just got drilled into the ground.As the ref reaches six though, Chris looks to the crowd, a worried look spreading across his face. He looks at Dave, wondering what to do, before he slides back out to the floor. He grabs Dave by the head and lifts his dead weight up. Edison: What’s he doing?McNally: Well, I’m guessing that he’s decided this isn’t going to end on a count out! He’s rolling him back into the ring for a cover attempt, I think.Indeed, Chris hoists Dave up and in to the ring, rolling him in and stalling to catch his breath. He slides back in as Dave somehow is stirring to his hands and knees. Chris looks stunned, as he walks over and grabs Dave by the head. He goes to lift him up, but as he does, Dave gets a sudden burst of energy; he spins round and jumps, lifting his boot and connecting with the Diabetes Disaster! His boot wallops Chris in the side of the head, and both men collapse down on to the canvas, both staring up at the lights with glazed over looks. The crowd can’t believe it, as the ref starts making a ten count. The two men aren’t able to get up, try as they might, but as they reach their hands and knees, the ref runs to the ropes and tells the timekeeper he’s reached ten. The match is over, both men counted out. Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a DRAW! The crowd boo, as Chris flips over onto his back and holds his head and Dave collapses forward. No music plays as the two try to climb to their feet. They stare at each other from across the ring, looking and contemplating whether or not to keep fighting. But alas, it is pointless, the match is over.
After a few moments, the two are back at a vertical base, needing the ropes to stay standing. Both men hold their heads as Dave drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring. Chris shakes his head, as Tyler notices something shining under the arena lights; the ET title lies on the announce desk beside the ring. A little smile spreads across Dave’s face as he makes his way over to it and picks it up. He starts to move round the ring, keeping his back to Chris and hiding the title from his view. Chris looks at Dave, trying to figure out what has happened, but it is only as Dave reaches the rampway that he realises what is happening. Dave continues to make his way up the ramp, as Chris scours the ringside area for the title, realising whats happening.
At the top of the ramp, just before Dave manages to sneak through the curtains, it catches his face, a wry, cheeky little smile spread across it. Chris slides out under the bottom rope and starts to head backstage after him.McNally: That rascal Dave Tyler just stole the ET title! Edison: Well, the purpose of this match was to crown a new champion, but with a draw, the title remains vacant. For now anyway!McNally: And with Chris heading backstage, I have a feeling these two might be clashing again over who really deserves the title!Fade to the break...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:44:41 GMT -5
Segment: I'm Dreaming of a Dan White Christmas (Credit: Dan White)
The segment opens up in the local Irish pub, close to the ACW arena. The actual date is unknown, apart from that is clearly not the day of Winter's Discontent. How do we know this? Because we shown to a packed pub, with the Royles and Dan White standing there, rather merry with a pint in their hands, cracking away to the Irish locals from the area, as they drunkenly sing to the record on the jukebox.
Everyone: Sinatra was swinging, All the drunks they were singing, We kissed on a corner then danced through the night!
The mood from the pub is very Christmas-like, as the famous Pogues song rings around the bar. Not quite the theme we would expect with Hell in a Cell looming for the Welsh Dragon, but he's taking his preparation the way he knows best, with a yard of ale in his belly, and having a good old-fashioned banter.
Everyone: The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay, and the bells were ringing out, for CHRISTMAS DAY!!
There's more laughter as the drunken interpretation (which actually, probably isn't so far from the real one if we're to go by Shane MacGowen) continues to bellow through the establishment. But Dan, having finished his pint, goes towards the bar and places his glass on it, speaking to the barman.
Dan: Now then Pete, ya daft Irish twat. How's business?!
Pete laughs at the 'insult', knowing it's just kind-hearted banter, replying in a thick Irish accent.
Pete: Now Dan, you silly Welsh prick! Don't wanna be saying that here tonight, you'll leave here with no testicles!
Dan: Haha, I wish I never had the bloody things! I've got a 13 year old son, and another bairn on the way. It's killing my life!
Pete: So.....another pint?
He smirks, and Dan grins back.
Dan: You know me too well Pete! Get me another pint of Guinness, might as well embrace the Irish Christmas spirit! Beautiful country you lot came from! If I weren't a Welshman I might do what most English footballers do and find an Irish grandparent to claim that as my heritage! Better than being an English cunt.
Pete: Hey, you're not wrong there now fella. Anyways, this one's on the house. And good luck for next Saturday.
Dan smiles as Pete hands him the pint.
Dan: Thanks! And have a good Christmas!
He goes back to continue singing with the rest of the lads, obviously allowing his Saturday preparation to be more relaxed than others in the match may take it.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:45:10 GMT -5
Segment: The Doom Inside Us All, Chapter I (Credit: XS3)
“The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.” - Unknown
For one woman, letting go may seem a little harder than usual.
Our scene sets into the corridors of what appears to be a touring van. The van has survived close to 2000 km through wind, snow and, in rare cases, sunlight. Having started it's trek on Sunday afternoon, the van has finally reached its destination: Las Vegas. Although it is lost among the shuffle of traffic, it is close to reaching its ultimate destination: The Staples Center. The "tourists", so to speak, are Demon Inc themselves: Ken Dante, Anthony Thompson, Jonathan Maxwell and Christine Irvine.
Speaking of whom, she is seen sitting in the back next to Ken, reading a program for the upcoming card tonight. Despite the fact that she's most looking forward to the tag title match, the other matches that seem to intrigue her include the World title match, the hell in a cell match and Williams vs. Tyler. She softly smiles before setting the program next to a sleeping Ken and decides to join him in slumber. Christine softly closes her eyes and allows sleep to overcome her for the time being.
And seconds after she slumbers, Christine begins to dream. The setting is the Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park in Saskatchewan in the summer. Christine looks 30 m down from the Conglomerate Cliffs and also down at her stomach. The pregnancy is gone and she turns around to see her husband Matt. She smiles and sees him holding their baby. They slowly walk towards each other and embrace each other, locking lips with one another before turning down to see the baby again.
But just as Christine begins to find solace, despair soon sets in. The sky turns pitch black and snow begins to fall at an accelerated pace. Christine turns to her husband Matt, only to find him and the baby gone. She looks around, fearfully, before stumbling forward. Christine sharply turns around, having almost walked off the edge of the Conglomerate Cliffs. She sighs, relieved, before taking a few steps back. Her back instantly touches another person and her eyes go wide upon contact. Christine slowly turns around and is face-to-face with Thunderkiss.
She gasps before suddenly clutching her stomach. The pregnancy that was gone is now back and Christine feels the fear inside her rising with every moment.
Christine: No…
Thunderkiss smiles sadistically before sticking his boot up and connecting right with her stomach. Christine lets out a small gasp of air before stumbling backwards and falling right off of the edge of the Conglomerate Cliffs, with Thunderkiss laughing as she falls.
Christine: NOOOOO!
This alone is enough to jolt Christine awake and back into reality. Having awakened in a cold sweat, she begins to take deep breaths as Ken looks over at his best friend's wife.
Ken: Whoa, Christine, you going to be okay there?
Christine breathes in deeply once more before looking around to see Anthony looking on at her from shotgun and Jonathan from the rear view mirror. Christine brushes a strand of hair from her face and feigns a smile.
Christine: Um, yeah, I'll be fine. I'm just anxious to go see Matt.
Ken: Yeah, tell me about it. This is gonna be awesome.
After about two hours later, the van finally stops and parks in the lot for the Staples Center. Slowly but surely, everyone piles out of the van, almost falling out in the process. Christine paces herself and puts on her toque as Anthony zips up his jacket and raises his hood.
Ken: All right man, that was great… We need to road trip more often.
Anthony: 1894 km, heavy metal, food… This has been the best week ever.
Jonathan: And to think we can do it all over again on the way back with Matt.
Together, the four of them enter the arena corridors and wait behind some anxious fans. Once they are let in, the four show their tickets before making their way over to their respective areas. For Ken, Anthony and Jonathan, they all get backstage passes to go see Matt before the big match. Christine gets a front-row seat and she timidly makes her way down to her seat, pausing to look around her. Once she sits down, Christine pauses to reflect on her dream and feels a tear rolling down her face. Without hesitating, she pulls out her cell phone and dials a number, bringing the phone up to her ear.
Voice: …hello?
Christine: Hello? Exemplar? Could you put Matt on the phone? I need to speak to him…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:46:27 GMT -5
Segment: “It’s Far From Over” Credit: Williams and Tyler
Voice 1: It’s mine!
Voice 2: The hell it is, it’s mine!
Voice 1: No, give me it, I should have won it!
Voice 2: Shoulda, woulda, coulda. You weren't quick enough and I was, so let GO!
The camera zooms in on Chris Williams and Dave Tyler, each holding onto an end of the Entertainment Title, pulling it back and forth as they scream at each other. They are backstage in the dressing rooms, both still in their wrestling gear and with looks of determination on their faces, neither wanting to let go of the belt.
Tyler: Look, I grabbed it, and due to the laws of the universe, section 4, subsection c....Finders Keepers!
Williams: Your ass was knocked out on the outside of the ring! I just didn’t want it to end that way! Give… it… here!
Tyler: Shouldn’t have made that mistake… I got the last shot in!
Voice 3: ENOUGH!
As if from nowhere, Gingerdude appears beside them, looking very pissed off. As Williams gives one great last tug, Tyler entirely lets go, sending Williams flying to the floor. Williams glares up at Tyler, who gives him a small smirk back. As Williams dusts himself off, Gingerdude snatches the Entertainment Title from his hands, leaving both men looking extremely disappointed.
Gingerdude: I will NOT have you two fighting like two schoolgirls! The match is over, it ended in a draw! Therefore, NEITHER of you can rightfully hold this championship!
Tyler: But…
Gingerdude: No! I am holding this title until a champion is crowned between the two of you!
Williams: So… you’re not going to award it to anyone else?
Gingerdude: No… I am not. I said that the winner between the two of you would become champion, and I am a man of my word. It's going to have to be Dave Tyler vs. Chris Williams yet again, at a time and place of my choosing… but this time, I will make sure that there cannot be a draw. One of you WILL become champion, boys…. Now who is it gonna be?
Both men smirk as Gingerdude walks away with the Entertainment Title in hand. Tyler and Williams turn toward each other….
Williams: So I guess we aren’t done just yet, eh?
Tyler: Oh no, this is far from over. We’ve only just begun.
The two share a grin and a handshake, both nodding their head.
Tyler: May the best man win?
Williams: Absolutely.
The two hold the handshake, looking at each other with a look of passion, trying to psych the other out. They squeeze as tight as they possibly can, trying to show their dominance, as the scene...
[FADES]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:47:16 GMT -5
Match 4: Jake Cheng vs. Josh Robertson (Credit: Robertson) Following a backstage segment the camera cuts back into the ringside part of the Staples Arena to show the ACW ring announcer Phillip re-entering the ring. As the voice of ACW stands in the centre of the ring ready to introduce the next match-up, the noise level sharply falls with the crowd eager for the show to continue.Phillip: The following match-up is scheduled for one fall...making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 245lb and hailing from Louisville, Kentucky...Josh Robertson! The attention of everyone at ringside turns to the entrance ramp as they see Josh Robertson quickly followed by his mentor/manager Bill Wright pass through the entrance curtain and out onto the top of the entrance ramp. As the crowd respond to the pair's entrance with raucous boos, they simply shrug off the treatment by acting as if the arena is still in silence. As noted by now Robertson prefers to disregard any opportunity to pose or taunt and hastily making his way down to the ring. Reaching the bottom of the ramp Robertson makes his way up the steel steps and onto the ring apron before stepping into the ring. Wright watches from the outside as Robertson heads over to the other side of the ring and begins to warm-up his arms as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.Phillip: And his opponent, weighing in at 215lb and hailing from Hong Kong, China...Jake Cheng "Crisis" by Alexisonfire hits the P.A system to signal the arrival of Robertson's foe, Jake Cheng. Cheng steps through the entrance curtain to what can only be described as an "odd" reaction; the fans don't appear to like him but then again compared to the pair of Robertson and Wright they don't seem to hate him quite as much either. Cheng poses at the top of the entrance ramp before looking down at the ring to see his opponent waiting for him, he briefly smirks before heading down the ramp. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp the referee pushes Robertson back from the near ropes to allow Cheng to slide under the bottom rope. With both men in the ring the referee demands they both stay on opposite sides of the ring before checking that everything is ok and calling for the bell.
The bell rings.The sound of the bell ringing has the same effect as a bull seeing red with both men rushing towards each other; the outcome in this instance however is a collision in the centre of the ring which leads to a good ol' fashioned lock-up. Deciding this isn't the smartest situation to be in against someone like Robertson; Cheng manages to squirm out of his opponent's grasp and tries to soften him up a bit with a series of kicks aimed at his shins and thighs as he backtracks. Robertson however, continues to press forward with his trademark in-ring intensity, ignoring the strikes until Cheng runs out of space to back off into and capitalises with a quick well-timed knee to the mid-section. With Cheng winded Robertson grabs a hold of his head and leads him into the centre of the ring, before bringing him down onto the canvas with snapmare. As Cheng pops up into a seated position he doesn't have a second to react as Robertson immediately follows up his offense by synching in a rear chinlock - while placing a knee on the back of Cheng's back - prompting Cheng to let out a groan. The pain is visible on the face of Cheng as he not only has to contend with having his chin yanked back and crushed, but also the inconvenience of having a kneecap jarred into his back. As a short time passes Cheng looks slightly frustrated at the predicament he is in, lashing out on the canvas with his legs. Cheng tries to fight back, attempting to loosen the grip that Robertson has, but with the knee in his back it further restricts his movements and escapes available. Finally, Cheng forces Robertson to let go of the chinlock by directing elbow strikes at his left thigh, prompting Robertson to pull Cheng to his feet before he loses the advantage. As Cheng gets to his feet Robertson turns him around to face him and irish whips him into the ring ropes. With Cheng rebounding off Robertson waits in the centre, looking to land the next piece of his offense, however he is taken off guard as Cheng uses his agility to slide onto the canvas and through the gap in his legs before he can react. Robertson turns around to react, but before he can Cheng has managed to scurry out of harm's way and rolls under the bottom rope, exiting the ring to take a breather. With the referee starting to count and Cheng wanting nothing to do with him in the ring Robertson seems to be weighing up going outside of his comfort zone and taking Cheng back to the ring or wait it out until Cheng does so on his own accord. Eddie Edison: It looks like Jake's decided to take a bit of a breather, Max! Maxwell McNally: It doesn't look like Robertson is too happy about it, either. With Cheng still on the outside and not showing any signs of returning to the ring anytime soon a frustrated Robertson has to make a decision. He decides to go after Cheng. Allowing his eagerness to get his hands on Cheng to get the better of him he rolls under the bottom rope and joins Cheng on the outside. The referee begins to count again as Robertson heads over towards Cheng and reaches out to grab a hold of him, he pulls Cheng towards the ring, however he is taken off guard as Cheng uses this to counter and push Robertson straight into the side of the ring. Robertson can't do anything to stop himself and takes the full brunt of the impact, sending him down onto one knee. With Cheng now recovered from Robertson's offense he makes good of this opening by following up with a dropkick straight to the head of Robertson. This time Robertson is levelled as his head rebounds off of the outside floor underneath him, Cheng smirks before dragging his dazed opponent to his feet and taking the initiative by pushing him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. As Robertson still remains out of it Cheng quickly hooks the leg to try and pick up a quick victory. 1... 2... Kickout! Eddie Edison: I think Jake may have been better off going for a bit more offense then trying to get the pin-fall so early on. Maxwell McNally: I can't help but agree with you, Eddie. I get the impression we could be in here for the long haul with neither of these guys looking like they are willing to stay down for too long. Cheng doesn't rest on his laurels for too long as he looks to put away this newcomer that he doesn't rate in a respect whatsoever. He pulls Robertson to his feet again and immediately begins to tee off with a several shots to the mid-section, aware that he can't allow Robertson any time or space to counter with. With a few final right that sends Robertson keeling over and looking like he is about to collapse Cheng grabs a tight hold of his left arm and uses all of his strength and weight (...lol!) to send the winded and dazed Robertson into the corner. Though the impact isn't ground breaking it does it's job when Robertson recoils as his back makes contact with the turnbuckle. Robertson doesn't have any chance to contemplate any further however, as Cheng hurtles towards him and connects with a turnbuckle clothesline. Robertson slides down slightly as he is dazed by the shot, Cheng grabs a hold of Robertson's head in a headlock position and yanks Robertson away from the turnbuckle. Running into the centre of the ring Cheng finishes off his assault by planting Robertson straight into the mat with a running bulldog...only to be pushed out of the way before he can finish the execution. Though not particularly with it Robertson still managed to use his huge size advantage and Cheng's momentum to effectively slingshot his opponent. As Cheng rebounds off of the ropes he has far too much momentum to be able to do anything other than try and fling himself at Robertson and knock him down. However, Robertson sees this coming and gets out of the way, sending Cheng into the other ropes. This time as Cheng rebounds Robertson connects with a kick straight to the mid-section and drives Cheng's head straight into the canvas with a Spike DDT. With Cheng out of equation for a short while Robertson takes the time to rest on one knee and recover after the sudden change of momentum. Eddie Edison: Ouch! They call that DDT the Spike DDT for a reason, Max! Maxwell McNally: Luckily for Jake it doesn't look like Robertson is going to be able to capitalise on this opening too much, it seems.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:48:57 GMT -5
It takes a good few moments for Robertson to fully gain back his bearings and return to his feet. Now content that he's recovered he edges towards Cheng who looks to still be suffering the effects of having his head spiked into the canvas. As Robertson pulls Cheng to his feet he almost instantly levels him again as he connects with a vicious european uppercut straight to the jaw of the asian extraordinaire. With Cheng reeling and backtracking again Robertson looks determined to make him pay, darting forward and sending Cheng reeling with a knee to the mid-section and grabbing a hold of him, to set up Cheng for a snap suplex. He does indeed hit the snap suplex, but instead of releasing his grip and going for the pinfall (or even indeed a submission) he retains it and in a surprise move gets back to his feet in a similar style that Eddie Guerrero would of used when hitting the three amigos. In this case, as soon as Robertson gets to his feet Cheng is lifted into the air again, this time in the form of a delayed vertical suplex. Dazed from the snap suplex and uppercut Cheng is almost oblivious as Robertson shows off his strength by holding Cheng there for what seems like an eternity before bringing him crashing back down to the canvas. This time Cheng does react; he groans as his back is crushed once more. Robertson deciding that two consecutive suplexes should be enough decides to go for the pinfall on this occasion.
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2.5...
Kickout!
Eddie Edison: Jake was cutting it quite close there!
Maxwell McNally: I wouldn't go counting out Jake just yet, I have a feeling Robertson is going to need to work harder to walk away with a victory than he thinks.
Slightly taken a back from Cheng's resilience Robertson takes a moment or two to consider what to do next before pulling a disorientated Cheng to his feet. Robertson appears to try and set up another suplex, however Cheng seems to have other ideas as he lashes out at Robertson's mid-section with everything he has to prevent it. Robertson let's go of the set-up, allowing Cheng to scramble out of the way. Cheng doesn't seem to really be aware of where he is in the ring as he backs off into the ropes again, seeing this Robertson grins slightly before teeing up and sending Cheng clean over the ropes with a running clothesline...only it doesn't quite go down in that way. As Robertson is just about to connect with the clothesline Cheng has the whereabouts to pull down the top rope and drop down to the canvas to send his opponent flying clean over and crashing in a big bundle on the outside. With Robertson subdued for the time being Cheng relaxes back momentarily, still suffering the after effects of the punishment he has already suffered at the hands of Robertson.
Eddie Edison: That there was Jake Cheng showing that you can never count out an experienced veteran!
Maxwell McNally: That's the sort of quick thinking that Jake needs to continue utilise to negate the size advantage that Robertson has on him.
As Cheng slowly gets his wits about him he gets to his feet to see Robertson looking out of it and trying to use the barricade as an aid to get to his feet, but not actually having much luck. Coming up with an idea Cheng sprints across the ring, rebounding off of the other ropes and heading back towards ropes, he reaches out for the top rope and springboards into the air before flipping into a hurracanrana takedown. As Robertson turns around it only helps Cheng as he lands clean and locks his legs around Robertson's head to execute the move. The back of Robertson's head and neck are driven into the outside in a somewhat modified version as Cheng lands on his knees and ready to continue his offense. With Robertson well and truly at his mercy Cheng decides to make his opponent pay for thinking that he deserves to be in a match-up with him. Wright looks concerned as Cheng pulls the dazed and dreary Robertson to his feet and tries to approach the pair, but the referee is on top of things and ensures that he stays well back. There is a sickening thud as Cheng smashes Robertson's forehead straight into the top of the barricade. This nearly buckles Robertson's legs as he sways backwards, however (un)luckily for him Cheng retains a grip of him and smashes his head onto the barricade another couple of times for his troubles. The front rows of the crowd react to this, cheering at seeing Robertson now the subject of the offense in the match. With Robertson now resting slouched face first on the barricade Cheng quickly rolls into the ring to break the count before returning his attention to Robertson. With Robertson able to pass for someone who's brain dead an interesting idea comes into the head of Jake. He makes his way along the barricade a bit before hopping up onto it. The crowd look on curiously as Cheng eyes up Robertson before carrying out his idea; a cartwheel into a moonsault. He manages to cartwheel with no problem, however the next part is the hard part with the width of the barricade being so small. Luckily for Cheng he's one of the smallest superstars on the roster and manages to transition without any problems. As Cheng Moonsaults onto Robertson the crowd prepare to winch as his head is crushed into the barricade with even greater impact this time. However, they better be prepared to winch even further. Why? Because Robertson sees it coming and manages to fall out of the way, leaving Cheng not only to miss Robertson but connect with the barricade in the worst place possible - his nuts. Cheng literally screams as he makes the connection, and his eyes instantly begin to water up. Cheng collapses off of the barricade and onto the floor beside Robertson as he examines if everything is still intact.
Eddie Edison: Oh my, that was DANGEROOOOOOOOOOOOUS!
Maxwell McNally: I think Jake Cheng would agree with you on respect, Eddie.
That momentum seems to have completely swayed as Cheng looks totally debilitated (and which man wouldn't be after what just happened?). With both men laying side by side on the outside floor, and Robertson still feeling and looking like he is suffering from the numerous head shots, it looks like it may be a race against time as the referee is counting. Wright does all he can to try and bring Robertson around, or at least get his attention, but seems to be having little effect with being kept at bay at the other side of the ring by the referee. Finally, Robertson begins to get to his feet as Cheng is still lying on the floor and not making any indication that he'll be moving anytime soon. Now back to his and the referee's count at 8 Robertson simply has to enter the ring and there's no doubt that he'll win by countout. However, much to the annoyance of Wright and surprise of everyone else in the arena Robertson quickly pulls Cheng to his feet and pushes him into the ring, quickly following behind him to prevent any form of a countout. It's obvious that Robertson is determined to prove that he can defeat Cheng and doesn't want any lingering doubts left about it.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:49:29 GMT -5
Eddie Edison: Well, I have to say, that was a surprise! All Robertson had to do was get into the ring and he would have won, instead he effectively saved Cheng from losing!
Maxwell McNally: I think in the mind of Robertson he's here to do more than just walk out with the victory; he's here to show that he can outwrestle Jake Cheng. Whether he'll end up regretting that choice however, is another matter.
As Cheng continues to feel the after effects of his collision with the barricade Robertson wastes no time and immediately pulls his opponent to his feet. He lands a few short rapid lefts and rights to Cheng to daze him a bit more before grabbing a hold of him and turning him around so he is facing his back. Getting a firm grip Robertson lifts him into the air to hit a high angle back suplex...or at least attempt to. As Robertson lifts him high above as his own head Cheng manages to use the momentum to his advantage and slip out of Robertson's grip by back flipping and subsequently lands on his feet. Stumbling backwards Cheng bounces off of the ropes, with Robertson slightly off guard Cheng spots on opportunity and looks to take it. As Robertson turns around he breaks into a run before leaping into the air and hitting a front dropkick...to someone. See, Cheng landed the move, only Robertson anticipated it coming and dived out of the way at the last second...leaving the referee who was stood behind to take the full impact of the move. The referee is sent flying backwards and knocked out cold as Cheng looks to be bemused at the situation. As Cheng processes what just happened this leaves Robertson the opening to get back on top again, and he connects with a clothesline which levels Cheng onto the canvas swings the momentum back his way. Sensing that his pray is weakened Robertson goes in for the kill. He picks up Cheng and lands a knee straight to the mid-section to send him keeling over once more before connecting with a swinging neckbreaker to slam his neck onto the canvas. However, he isn't finished there. He pulls Cheng to his feet again and before he so much as lift a finger (though it's doubtful that could anyway) he lifts him high into the air with a shinbreaker. As Cheng collapses down to the floor Robertson drops to the canvas and grabs a hold of his legs, Cheng feebly tries to squirm away but doesn't have the energy to do so. Robertson turns Cheng over to his front and finishes the chain of moves by locking in The Purifier (The Sharpshooter). As Robertson leans on Cheng's back Cheng screams from the excruciating pain. Several moments pain and with being in the centre of the ring and having endured the amount of punishment he has over the course of the match Cheng has to make a decision. Finally, he decides he can go endure no more and it would be better to live to wrestle another than not to wrestle at all. Thus, taps on the canvas to signal his submission and to hand the victory to Robertson...
Eddie Edison: Jake Cheng just submitted, Max!
Maxwell McNally: I wouldn't say that so hastily if I were you, Eddie.
...only there isn't a referee there to recognise the tap out - or pinfall for that matter - which effectively means no one can win the match. All three men at ringside look confused at the situation and Robertson continues to keep the hold locked in tightly with no referee to call for the match to end. Cheng screams as he feels his back going numb from the punishment it has endured in this match-up. After a short while Robertson finally releases the hold, seeing that there is not exactly much point trying to submit someone when he's already submitted. He seems unsure about what to do and decides to go and try wake up the referee, but even after slapping his cheek several times, shaking him a fair bit and shouting at him Robertson gets as much response as you would expect to get from a rag doll. Frustrated, annoyed and confused at what to do Robertson heads over to ask Wright what to do as Cheng lies on the canvas in a heap. Wright appears to tell Robertson to continue his punishment and Robertson apparently agrees, heading back over towards Cheng. He pulls Cheng to his feet and locks in a headlock, but doesn't look too enthusiastic about it. Several moments pass and Cheng actually seems to be recovering more as Robertson looks to be just standing there with his arm around his head. With Robertson looking bored and disinterested in what is effectively a pointless situation, thankfully our attention turns to the entrance ramp as we see the entrance curtain ripple and a referee sprinting through it and down the ramp. Robertson immediately perks up and as the referee enters the ring he swivels around and using the arm he has around Cheng's head he puts him into a suplex set-up. Robertson decides that now is the time to end the match and lifts Cheng into a suplex lift once more, Cheng has no say as his feet leave the ground. However, as he lifts Cheng into a delayed vertical suplex he makes a mistake that could prove costly. Having already endured this move earlier on in the match Cheng anticipates it coming and is able to shift his weight, enabling him to bring all the momentum down instead of up and counter the move into move of his own; a DDT. Robertson's head is driven straight into the canvas as Cheng's quick thinking pays off. Recognising this could be his only chance to pull something off Cheng quickly scurries on his hands and knees to the other side of the ring and uses the ropes to get up onto one knee as Robertson tries to recover. He tees up, waiting for Robertson to turn around. Finally, Robertson begins to recover and gives Cheng the opportunity he needs. As Robertson turns around Cheng knows this is a now or never moment and has to make this opening count otherwise it could be lights out for him. Cheng breaks into a run straight at Robertson who at first seems unsure of what Cheng is attempting, and unfortunately for Robertson when he realises what Cheng is attempting it is too late. With no time to counter or dive out of the way Robertson is left to get hit by a strike with all of Cheng's remaining energy put into it. Cheng's Second Heartbeat lands clean on Robertson's chin and sends him to sleep upon connection as he collapses back into a heap on the canvas behind. Cheng too, falls back, exhausted from the pain he endured and the energy he just used to land that move. As the two lay side by side on the canvas Cheng finally manages to turn over and put his arm across Robertson for the cover.
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3!
The new referee calls for the bell as Cheng looks like he could have easily been on the losing side instead.
Phillip: Here is your winner...Jake Cheng!
Eddie Edison: Well, it was touch and go for a bit but Jake Cheng managed to pick up the victory in the end!
Maxwell McNally: Jake managed to get the victory, but I'm not too sure this is the last match we've seen between this pair.
As the referee raises his hand Cheng is helped out of the ring and up the ramp by the new referee. The ringside officials quickly bring round the original referee and aid him to the backstage area. Wright enters the ring to tend to his protégé Robertson as he's just coming round, Robertson looks up and asks Wright something, and when Wright responds a look of disbelief and anger are immediately visible on the face on Robertson. A livid Robertson tries to get up but needs a few more moments to recover enough to do so. The camera begins to fade to black as Robertson is helped out of the ring by Wright.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:50:21 GMT -5
BLEED[/size][/color][/font]
Blood will be spilled.
You will never forget him.
His blood has been shed for you.
Now it's time to return the favor.
It's time for you to bleed for him.
It's time to repent for your sins.
He will free you from the chains that bind you.
Repent for your sins.
He has been sent to cleanse your soul.
You will be accepted into the Palace due to his works.
He is your Messiah. Praise him.
Be saved. Live Life. Be thankful.
His return is inevitable.
BLOOD WILL BE SHED.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:50:52 GMT -5
Segment: Hell Before The Cell Lowers Credit: Steele/Hughes With the conclusion of Cheng/Robertson, we are now left with only a small handful of matches. And one of those matches is the highly anticipated Hell in a Cell match. As we fade into the next scene, we see one of our competitors in that match, Jonny Hughes walking down the hallway. There is no Brian Bravado near him, and in his hand is no kendo stick. Tonight is the night Hughes finally completes taking out the first person on his purge of ACW; Jake Steele. He walks down the narrow hallway, but soon is stopped by a angst crew member, who carries a piece of paper in his hand.Backstage Crew Member: Mr. Hughes! Mr. Hughes! Hughes: What do you want?Backstage Crew Member: Mr. Hughes, I was told to give you this note. I am not sure who it is from. Hughes: Hand it over.The crew member reaches into his pocket to hand over the note, and Hughes immediately snatches the note and shoos the unfortunate crew member away. Hughes scoffs as he opens up the folded note, and begins to read, hoping that this isn’t another Anti-Gift from Mainer…but once opened up, he raises a eyebrow at the familiarity of this particular note.‘Dear, Jonny
It has come to my attention that you think tonight is the night you‘ll finally get me. Apparently you’ve cleaned your trophy case and have told the entire world that I will soon purge from existence. But I say, why wait until Hell is official? Why don’t we take Hell into a familiar place, a place we have done battle in before. The parking lot. I’m sure there the real question will be answered…
Are you ready to face your Nightmare?.
Signed, Jake Steele Without a second thought, Hughes lets the note fall gracefully from his hand. His eyes begin to boil and it’s easy to see that right now will be the final battle before the final battle. Hughes begins running full speed down the Staples Center hallway, passing a bunch of people that don’t really matter right now at all to him. Hughes reaches a door, and quickly opens it up to reveal a staircase. He dashes down the steps and after a minute or two passes, Hughes reaches the parking lot door, kicking it down and then… he comes to a halt. Hughes begins to creep inside of the parking lot, cautious of a possible sneak attack from his storied rival and hated enemy. Hughes continues to creep, but now decides to call the man out from wherever he is.Hughes: STEELE! I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE STEELE! COME OUT AND FACE THE END! THE END OF YOUR CAREER!And with that a faint voice chimes in from the shadows… - The End… does not exist here.[/color] Hughes: YOUR MINDGAMES DON’T WORK WITH ME! - All I see is the beginning. The beginning of everything turning around for you, Jonny. The beginning of all the pain, and all the sorrow that you’ve caused to be brought back onto you. The beginning of your own personal discontent with life. And the beginning of the worst Nightmare you’ve ever experienced…[/color] Hughes stops. It hits him. This whole time he was yelling and screaming for the arrival of Jake Steele. Hoping to get his hands on him and crush his skull in. But what Hughes failed to do during his hast of revenge… is to read in between the lines. Although now that is too late, because in this brief moment of clarity, stepping through the shadows comes the face Hughes thought he was rid of months ago. The face of… The Nightmare.The Nightmare - Did you miss me?[/color] Hughes: I was right about you. No matter what I do you just, won’t, die! I’ve beaten you over the head with kendo sticks, had you arrested, hell I even threw you off of a goddamn stage platform! I’m growing tired of hearing your voice and seeing you walk around with a smile on your face. It’s sickening.The Nightmare - We’ve been here before Jonny. I’ve heard you explain your disgust towards me, and I’ve felt you try your best at showing that same disgust. I’ve been battered, beaten and bruised all by you, and each time I’ve stood back up stronger. Jake Steele, The Nightmare. We’re one in the same. But… there is one thing that differentiates me from Jake.[/color] Hughes: And what the fuck is that?The Nightmare - What the fuck it is… is that I don’t wait around for the perfect moment to get advantage over my foe. Instead I do it when we’re face to face… like now, for example.[/color] The Nightmare jumps onto Hughes, hitting hard right hands, almost using full force to send a message to Hughes. The tough UK native has no time to react, being physically bruised by Nightmare’s hard, hard shots to the face. Taking out all the revenge he wants, Nightmare grabs Hughes and throws him up against the back of a SUV, putting a slight dent in it as Hughes rolls up the back of the car. Nightmare doesn’t have time for a long epic battle, so he jumps up on the back of the car and grabs Hughes. He picks him up by the neck and puts him into a DDT position, moving backwards toward the trunk window…
~!~CRACK~!~
[/size][/center] With great force, Hughes’ head crashes down onto the window. Nightmare slithers off of the trunk, and watches as Hughes doesn’t move an inch. Nightmare cracks a smile and without another word begins to walk off as this scene fades…
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