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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:16:14 GMT -5
Segment: Armageddon (Credit: Dan White)
We fade in to Dan White, and the crowd pops. He's only wearing his black jeans, and with just moments to go before the Hell in a Cell International title match, it's hard to say that he's not looking a little bit nervous. Anyone would be in this situation. He blows out as he looks up, moving his arms to keep them prepared. The camera fades out, and Charlotte is stood with him.
Charlotte: Now Dan, there's just minutes away before one of the biggest events of the year. A 6 man Hell in a Cell Scramble match for the International Title. It's going to be nasty, but I guess what everyone wants to know is, do you think you can win?
Dan doesn't speak. He looks down to the ground, with his eyes closed. His body continues to move, and it looks obvious that the nerves may be getting ahead of him. Charlotte awkwardly looks at the camera, shrugging her shoulders, before asking a second question.
Charlotte: Um....with five other men in this match, how have you prepared for each one?
Still silence from Dan, as he starts breathing heavily. Charlotte is getting rather agitated, as she attempts one more question.
Charlotte: Dan!! It's a scramble match, where do you think you'll come in the match?! Come on Dan, we need an answer!
She impatiently looks as Dan continues his heavy breathing, moving his body, and keeping his head down. She's almost ready to give up, and leave Dan without giving a word.
Charlotte: Alright you know what? I'll just lea-
Dan: In just a few minutes, I have one of the biggest matches of my lives.
A huge pop as Dan responds, finally. And we now have an interview on our hands.
Dan: That's right, in just a few minutes we will see six men battling it out with each other, six men who have been brought together over the past few weeks into a concoction of hatred and distaste. Six men will walk in, and only one man will walk out the International champion.
He looks up.
Dan: You see Charlotte, the Welsh Dragon Dan White has an epic struggle on his hands. He has to slog it through five other guys, FIVE OTHER GUYS, in order to get his hands on that gold. But do you know what gives me the advantage? Do you know what will aid me in winning this match? The fact that I have beaten EVERY SINGLE PERSON in this match!
He starts to get going, laying into each opponent.
Dan: We have our champion, Jake Steele. Mr. Big Shot, Mr. Money, Mr. “I Have Lived In Luxury All My Life”. You don't even know the bloody meaning of having to struggle. All you have done is talked smack and never had the balls to prove that you are able to fight the big dogs. Tonight will be your chance to dance with the devil, in the spotlight, and believe me my friend, things do not look good for you tonight. Learn to talk properly, you spineless mong. You were brought up well for fuck's sake.
He goes on to another person, Scott Andrews.
Dan: Then we have Scott Andrews. The SCARLET ASSASSIN! If I remember rightly that was the name of a girl here, which pretty much sums Scott Andrews up. Yes he's been on the run of his life since his return, and yes he's proved that unlike Steele, he's gonna be going places, and it looks like he'll be making a name for himself. But I what I don't understand is that you think that you can get into that Cell, thinking that you have won yourself the title. You see I've seen people like you. You come, you linger in absolute MEDIOCRITY for about two or three years, and manage to get a brief good run going before descending back into the man nobody could care about. And that's where you're set to return to, bud.
He continues the slating, moving onto his fellow Brit, Jonny Hughes.
Dan: And then there's Hughes! You claim to be ACW's greatest Briton? Wait until you get into that ring with me. I have kicked your arse on several occasions in the past, and there's nothing to say I won't do it again. You have no particular redeeming qualities about yourself, and there's nothing to suggest you should even be in this match, bruv! The only way you managed to get in here is because you managed to carry your beef with Steele on for another few weeks. Grow up! Get over it! Nobody even wants you here!
A pop from the crowd, as Dan moves onto the man who has plagued him with his annoyance for a few months now: Jason Freeman.
Dan: And then we have Mr. Freeman. Now what can I say about you? Well I could write a fucking essay about you, and as much as the fans back home sitting on their chairs would love for me to rant on how much I detest your whiney little gob, your greasy hair, and your beady little eyes, I don't think anyone would have enough money to buy the length of time I would go on about you for. I've had enough of you! I'm sick of you! You contribute nothing to this planet, other than being a creepy little twat, and an annoying burden. It's no surprise every stable or friendship you have had has dwindled into nothing. Nobody wants you around! Just go home, piss off, where you can shag your disabled sister. The only reason she can't say no is cos she can't even talk.
Another pop, but this one not so loud as a few in the crowd deem Dan's comment rather offensive, as he moves on to the final person in the match.
Dan: And of course, there's one more person. The Macho Man Randy Dallas Kanyon! The most overrated wrestler ever to walk out of that titantron! I'd love to see what you have to say to all those fans who you abandoned over the past few years. But oh wait, I think I already know what you're going to say....
He puts on a dopey face, as he starts to impersonate RDK.
Dan: Hello, I'm the Macho Man! I'm still the world's greatest wrestler, even if I'm been using the same insults for the past five years. Jabroni this! Jabroni that! It's okay because everyone will still cheer for me, even though I'm eligible to collect my pension fund and am no longer able to get rid of these man boobs! DONKA DONKA DONKA! It's okay though, because I need this deal here! What little money I managed to collect from the bomb that was Macho Mania ran out three years ago! I need something to help me purchase them special blue pills that allow me to lay some two-dollar whore!
He ends the impression, and despite RDK's overwhelming popularity over the Welshman, it still earns a bit of a pop. He looks at Charlotte, now with a serious expression on his face.
Dan: Hell in a Cell. It's the baddest match on the planet. And unlike any one of those inbreds, I have a perfect record in it. Okay, it's just one win out of one, but that win came against RDK. And let's face it, whilst he may be the best bet to beat me in this match, he's best his peak. You might see six men entering that cell, you might not. It could be over in seconds. But when it comes down to it, Wales WILL reign supreme, and I will be walking out as the International champion. And that, Charlotte, is a right touch.
Another huge pop as Dan nods and exits stage left. Not long now......
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:17:13 GMT -5
Segment: Affirmative Action in the hizzouse (Credit: BK London/??)
The scene opens back to BK London making his way through the corridors once again, this time with the championship absent from around his waist. It's one of the first times we see BK London strutting around without the championship, and it could very well be a sign of things to come later tonight.
Nonetheless, he finally stumbles on over to Chairman Gingerdude's office, where it looks like he's about to enter - but he's interrupted bya very familiar person.
??: Orrrrale Chico!
BK London: Oh for the love of god...
Victor "Latino" Laureano, former ACW Heavyweight Champion, steps into the shot as his palm slaps his chest repeatedley. He cracks that signature smile as these two long time rivals stare face to face for the first time in over a year.
Latino: Oye, mi negro hermano. BK, what's up hombre??
BK London: Uhh..yeah, what's up Latino?
BK London isn't exactly too thrilled to see Latino, and by the smell of it, it looks as if he's been hitting the bottle a little too hard. Especially at this time, since night fall hasn't even officially set in over in LA. The smell of liquor rolls off his breath, and London can't help but cringe a bit.
BK London: What do I owe your umm...presence today?
Latino: Well, I heard that tonight may be your last match here in ACW. It got me thinking.... this is mi casa... no, no, no.... this is our casa. We ruled this place from the bottom of the ranks and the top.
Latino starts pacing around BK as he continues to let his words flow through his lips.
So I said "Hey, you know who BK London would really like to see?", and then I said "Quien??", and then I said "Me!". So, I decided to take a trip aaaaaalll the way out to Los Angeles, to see this guy - my favorite guy right here...
Latino pulls BK London closer as he puts his arm around his shoulder, and London is nearly suffocated with the horrible smell of alcohol.
BK London: Don't you have a pregnant wife at home or something?
Latino laughs to himself, quite drunkenly.
Latino: Ahhh...You know, I told her that I was going out to buy milk two days ago...Shhhhhhh...
Latino's laugh starts to turn into tiny sobs as it's clear his emotions are running like mad man.
Latino (grabbing BK): I love her man! She's so beautiful... I love you mami!!!
He resumes to laugh, and despite his recent comments his drunken state disguises the fact that his secret has been revealed right on television. No doubt when he gets home he's going to recieve a rolling pin to the back of the head.
Latino: Pero, seriously...there's another reason I'm here to see you... BK London: ......well?
Latino: Es muy importante...
BK London: ....
Latino: I forgot.
Abrupt anime fall.
Latino: Wait, wait, wait, now I remember, I want some money.
BK London: Money? What makes you think I have money?
Latino: Ay chico, mira tu! You got the new tights...the new gear...the new house... por favor help a latino out! Plus I know about the champion's bonus you get. What? You have to have at least 250-
BK London: -Whoa whoa whoa, calm down. No need to start spreading anyone's business out on live television. What do you need the money for?
Latino: ....Diapers.
BK London: Diapers?
Latino: Si. Prices are getting high for diapers...and since I'm not wrestling anymore, and AK isn't wrestling anymore, and Richard Parker isn't wrestling anymore...we need some diapers! Why won't you help us?! Huh?! You used to be cool man. I used to be like that BK... that BK he may have tried to blow me up in a house, but you know what... he's alright man. Pero, tu....
Latino begins to sob, and it's obvious the liquor has taken it's effect once again, and with that BK London quickly makes his exit off camera. After Latino wipes away his tears, he looks up at realizes BK London is gone.
Latino: Hey London, where'd you go hermano? Chico? Let me borrow your title. I bet I can get three-fifty for it!
Latino walks off camera, following the champion.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:20:14 GMT -5
“The Best Tag Team in ACW Does NOT Have Gold” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Promo [Returning from the ring, the realization that they are NOT the World Tag Team Champions begins to creep into DP’s psyche. Able to handle defeats much better than his partner, FSX keeps his distance from the 353 pound behemoth that walks before him. He knows that tonight he had wanted to taste world championship gold again and one thing you do not want to do in life is deny Thunderkiss anything. That said, his wick is lit up and is rapidly burning down. It is only a matter of time before he explodes and FSX does not want to be in the middle of that shit storm. Unfortunately for Ms. Charlotte King, she didn’t get the memo ... ] Charlotte King: Double Penetration, saying you must be feeling dejected right now would be an understatement. Thunderkiss: OH, YOU THINK?! Charlotte King: And based upon your tone of voice, I’d also say you’re also very upset. Thunderkiss: How the fuck did you ever get this job?! I mean, seriously?! Give me that damn mic, bitch! [Not one to play around, Thunderkiss yanks the microphone right out of Charlotte’s hand and gives her a “not so gentle” shove to the ground for her ignorance.] Charlotte King: Ooof! FSX: Whoa, easy there big guy. Thunderkiss: Easy?! Fuck that! Road Steelers, let’s make something very clear - you didn’t beat us. Champion’s beat contenders, that’s how it works. You may still have the titles but make no mistake, you have been EXPOSED AS FRAUDS. Both of you couldn’t lace either one of our boots and you damn well know it. One of you is a glorified bodyguard and will always be remembered as such while the other will go down in ACW history as an underachiever who has ALWAYS been looking for a “handout.” From here on out, you will always be known as the team who couldn’t beat Double Penetration. Fail Train, Fat Irvine, you aren’t World Champs’s, you’re pathetic! FSX: Kiss, if you don’t mind - Thunderkiss: As far as I’m concerned, nothing has been settled. NOTHING! This is not over. In fact, DING! DING! Do you know what that sound is? That’s the sound of the 2nd round bell chiming. Tonight one battle ended but this war is far from over, motherfuckers. FSX: WAR! HUH! WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! SAY IT AGAIN YA’LL! [Thunderkiss looks over at X with a look of admonishment for not being serious enough. However, he fails to realize that people cope differently than others and this is his own way of dealing with tonight’s events. Believing that no more truly needs to be said, Thunderkiss storms away from the camera and retreats back into the DP locker room. Now alone, FSX atones for Kiss’ actions by giving Charlotte a helping hand.] Charlotte King: Oh how I long for Aiden Joseph. FSX: You’ll have to forgive the big guy. He tends to get a bit grumpy when things don’t go his way. Go figure, huh? Anyway, ditto to everything he said. Oh, and Charlotte? Charlotte King: Yes? FSX: If you ever long for Aiden Joseph again, I’ll be the one shoving you to the ground. [FSX leans in and Charlotte a kiss on her cheek that takes her by surprise. He follows this up with a slap on her butt that causes her to squeak like a dog’s chew toy. Scurrying in the direction of “angry man” he completely misses Charlotte’s final line, which in turn is a good thing for it would only incite further rage and feelings of contempt.] Charlotte: *Humph* You don’t see The Road Steelers acting like that. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:23:41 GMT -5
Segment: AGH! Credit: Josh Robertson The camera quickly fades in, indicating that the camera man is on the move. As the camera man turns a corner we can see two figures up ahead of him; Josh Robertson and Bill Wright. Wright is clearly chasing after Robertson like the camera man is chasing after the pair. Robertson suddenly stops outside a door and turns, he opens the door and rushes into what presumably is his locker room. As Wright tries to catch up with his protégé he calls out.Bill Wright: Josh, calm down god damn it! Wright's attempt to try and get control of the situation seems to have had the wrong effect however, because as he finally reaches the doorway to Robertson's locker room he is met by something unexpected...!~CRASH~! [/size] Wright winches slightly as he walks into the room to see Robertson's locker lying on the floor on it's side. Robertson looks livid, borderline deranged as he paces around the locker room in a state not previously seen from the youngster. We knew Robertson was hot headed, but I don't think everyone imagined to this extent. As Robertson continues to pace in a circle Wright seems unsure about what to do, clearly surprised to see Robertson act like this, even though he did lose to Jake Cheng earlier on in the night.Bill Wright: Don't worry about it Josh, we'll get you another chan--This gets the attention of Robertson, he looks at Wright with an expression of disbelief as he interrupts him before he can finish his sentence.Josh Robertson: Another chance? ANOTHER CHANCE?! I DON'T NEED ANOTHER CHANCE! I BEAT JAKE CHENG TONIGHT! HE SUBMITTED! I COULD HAVE WON BY COUNT OUT, BUT NO, I PULLED THAT PIECE OF TRASH INTO THE RING WITH ME AND MADE HIM SCREAM UNTIL HE CRIED HE GAVE UP! DID IT LOOK LIKE HE WON TO YOU, BILL? HUH? BECAUSE TO ME, IT LOOKED LIKE I DESTORYED HIM UNTIL HE TAPPED OUT! I DESTROYED HIM UNTIL HE HAD NO WILL LEFT! With Robertson glaring at him waiting for an answer Wright seems unsure how to respond.Bill Wright: Of course you won--Josh Robertson[Interrupting]: THEN WHY DIDN'T THE GOD DAMN REFEREE APPEAR UNTIL CHENG MANAGE TO SQUIRM HIS WAY OUT OF MY GRIP LIKE THE PIECE OF SHIT HE IS?! I DON'T THINK IT'S EXACTLY COINCIDENTAL THAT CHENG TAKES OUT THE ORIGINAL REFEREE AND THE REPLACEMENT ONE DOESN'T TURN UP UNTIL CHENG HAS SOMEHOW MANAGED TO WRIGGLE HIS WAY TO AN OPENING IN HIS FAVOUR, DO YOU? IF I DIDN'T KNOW ANY BETTER I'D SAY IT WAS THE SAME GOD DAMN REFEREE THAT LET CHENG WIN ILLEGALLY IN OUR FIRST MATCH! Robertson momentarily pauses as Wright watches, deciding to let Robertson vent for now.Josh Robertson: WELL, DO YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M SICK AND GOD DAMN TIRED OF CHENG ALWAYS FINDING SOME TRICK TO WIN A WRESTLING MATCH WITHOUT WRESTLING. I'M SICK AND GOD DAMN TIRED THAT EVEN AFTER I DESTROYED HIM AND MADE HIM SUBMIT THAT JAKE CHENG STILL MANAGED TO SQUIRM HIS WAY TO A "WIN"! WELL, DO YOU KNOW WHAT?! WHILE SOMEONE ELSE MAY JUST BE CONTENT TO WALK AWAY AND LET THEMSELVES BE EMBARRASSED BY THIS CHEATING SON OF A BITCH, I REFUSE TO GIVE HIM THAT PLEASURE! I AM DETERMINED TO DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO RID ACW AND THE INDUSTRY OF THAT PIECE OF WORTHLESS TRASH! As Robertson finishes he walks past Wright and heads towards the locker he threw onto the floor. He vents one final time as he kicks it with all his force.Josh Robertson: AGH!With Robertson appearing to slowly calm down Wright decides to leave him to his own devices, he heads towards the door of the locker room...with a sinister smile on his face. Apparently pleased that Robertson has been driven to the edge one has to ask...what is the deal with Bill?
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:30:33 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW International Championship Match - Hell in a Cell Jake Steele vs. Jonny Hughes vs. Scott Andrews vs. Dan White vs. Jason Freeman vs. The Macho Man RDK (Credit: Jake Steele / Scott Andrews / RDK / Thunder Train) The fans are still red hot as the final show of the year continues. They have seen a lot of awesome matches so far (Not using the word epic as it's overused now) and can't wait to see the next match. Phillip enters the ring and puts the microphone to his mouth. Phillip: The following contest is the HELL IN A CELL MATCH FOR THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!The crowd cheers loudly.Phillip: Now in this match, two competitors will start. Every five minutes another superstar will enter the match. You can win by pinfall or submission at any point in the match! The first person who can achieve a pinfall or make someone submit will become the ACW International Champion...The murmuring of the assembled crowd is suddenly interrupted by the soothingly melodic female vocal that begins Spitfire by The Prodigy. The audience begin to boo as the synthesised beats of Spitfire play over the AlphaTron, the lights of the AlphaTron flash in alternating colours in time with the music creating an impressive visual. Suddenly the music picks up in a heavy drum and base beat and Jonny Hughes makes his way out of the curtain to a mixed response from the fans. He walks out towards the edge of the ramp and strikes a pose in perfect timing with a burst of white pyro and the opening lyrics of the song. ‘If I was in World War Two They’d Call Me Spitfire!’ Hughes confidently makes his way down towards the ring, casually slapping the hands of some of the fans who are positioned on either side of the walkway He stops as he reaches the end of the walkway and fixes his eyes on the ring in front of him, he makes his way to the steel steps and jogs up them and quickly enters the ring before climbing onto the top rope and posing for the fans, he leaps off the top rope and poses on the opposite corner before dropping off the top rope and removing his jacket and tossing it and his towel to the stage hand outside the ring as he waits for the start of his match.Phillip: In the ring, from Hartlepool, England, weighing in tonight at 220 pounds, "SPITFIRE" JONNY HUGHES!!!!Edison: Jonny can't be happy about this. Being 1st in a match like this puts him at a huge disadvantage.McNally: Of course. He better hope he can get a victory over his opponent within these first five minutes or else he's going to have a tough time.Phillip: And his opponent...Everyday I'm hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
[/size][/center] The impending hood anthem of the "Hustlin' Remix" and it's trademark repetition sound bang through the PA System as the stage lights flash on point with the beat and the fans sit in the stands already letting it be known that they aren't looking forward to the arrival of their International Champion. The twirling lights continue to go in a circular motion, building the anticipation up even more.
Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustlin' hustlin' Hustle-hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm Everyday I'm...
HOLD UP!
In true Apollo Creed like fashion, fireworks shoot off from the stage and over the AlphaTron displays the name of Jake Steele in big bold brick lettering. Steele steps from behind the curtain with his International Title around his waist as he smiles, coming down the ramp, watching as the fans boo him hard. He reaches the end of the ramp and stops, before extending his arms side to side and even more fireworks go off for him, the cockiness and flashy attitude being a trademark for Steele. He slides into the ring and runs across the ring, punching the air and doing a quick pose in the middle of the ring, riling the fans up some more before the match starts. Steele takes his chain off, and his International Title from his waist, stretching just a bit before the match begins. Phillip:. ..From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 234 pounds, he is the ACW International Champion, JAKE STEELE!!!!!Edison: Wow! The International Champ is going to have to go through this whole match just to retain his title.McNally: I don't know. This may be an advantage for Mr. Steele as he could end up retaining his title very quickly here, but his opponent is Jonny Hughes and I don't know if he will be able to secure a victory fast.*Bell Rings*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:31:29 GMT -5
These two have a very interesting history as they enter the center of the ring. They both look around a bit at the cage that surrounds them. They then both turn to each other and Hughes gives Steele a stiff slap across the face. Steele stumbles back a bit and Hughes goes right on the attack. He gives Steele a few body shots and backs him up into the ropes. He Irish Whips Hughes across the ring and gives Steele a back elbow on the rebound. Steele falls but gets right back up and turns around into Hughes. Hughes gives him a right hand and follows up with a clothesline. Steele stumbles back into the corner and Hughes continues giving him body shots in the corner. The ref tries to break it up but with no DQ he can't do much. Hughes however, backs up and taunts to the crowd. He hears the boos and smirks at them. Steele however, regains his composure and runs at Hughes. He attempts to go for the Right In Yo' Face, but Hughes scouts it and ducks under it. Steele stays up though and turns around and grabs Hughes. He holds the head of Hughes and DDT's him onto the mat. McNally: What a vicious DDT.Edison: That must have broken Hughes' neck. Steele is going to retain his title right now!ONE! . . . . TWO! . *Kickout* Hughes gets his shoulder up and Steele gets up off of Hughes. He stomps on Hughes a bit then grabs his arm and puts him in an armbar. Steele torques the arm of Hughes in several awkward positions hoping for a tap out. Hughes yells out in pain and Steele smirks. Hughes tries to get to the ropes but remembers that that won't help him much so he tries to elbow the side of Steele's head. And with much success, the hold is broken. Steele rolls off grabbing the side of his head. Hughes shakes his arm a bit, trying to get the blood flowing once more. Steele holds his head and rushes at a Hughes on his knees. Hughes however, at the last second stands up and grabs Steele. He side slams Steele onto the mat with great speed and holds it into a pin. ONE! . . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout* Steele gets his shoulder up but looks very dazed and confused. He looks like hes been that way so long it's not true. He wanted a woman and never barg- OK enough Zeppelin lets get back to the action. Hughes stands back up and looks at Steele. He picks him up by the hair and backs him up into the corner. He gives Steele several chops, to many WOOS! across the arena. Steele grabs his chest but Hughes isn't done yet. He picks up Steele and sets him onto the top rope. He then snapmare's him back down to the mat and goes right away into a reverse chin lock. Steele reaches out in front of him, probably hallucinating as he is losing oxygen to his brain. Steele looks to be passed out but the crowd begins clapping. Steele reawakens and begins to get on his feet. He stands up and picks up Hughes and back body drops him onto the mat. Edison: OH! That slam had a lot of force. I didn't like the way Hughes landed on his dome there.McNally: This is the opening Jake needs to capitalize. Time is running out before the third person comes in. Steele stands up a big slowly but is still able to get to his feet before Hughes. Steele gets right back on Hughes and low dropkicks the back of Hughes. Hughes grabs his back in pain and Steele lifts him up once more. He Irish Whips Hughes into a far corner and runs at him. He attempts the Steele Ambition (Ole Kick into a Half-Nelson Suplex.) and is able to connect with the kick. The suplex however, causes Hughes to land really badly on his head and neck. The referee rushes over to him right away. McNally: Oh my! Modified German Suplex! That's vintage Unde- Jake Steele!Edison: Look at the way he landed! I swear to God, he is dead or paralyzed. There is no way he's getting up from that. No way on this Earth.McNally: Hughes is a very tough competitor Eddie. I think he will try to wrestle this match even if his neck is broken. He's that dedicated.Edison: I don't know. He seems pretty dead to me Max.Steele looks down at what he has done to Hughes. The referee tells Steele to back up a bit but Steele just pushes him off. He wants to get this over with and there's not much time left until the third entrant comes in. Steele covers Hughes and the ref has no choice but to count. ONE! . . . . . TWO! . . . . *Kickout* Steele gets angry at the ref for counting so slow. Some of the crowd boos the slow count as well. Steele grabs the ref by the shirt and tells him to do his job right. Hughes however, seems to be doing something on the opposite side of the ring. Steele finishes confronting the referee and walks over to Hughes. Hughes however, turns around and looks at Steele. Steele leans in a bit and Hughes spits out fire into the face of Steele! Similar to what happened at Emperor of the Ring. FLAME ON!
Edison: NO WAY! HE JUST BREATHED FIRE BACK INTO THE FACE OF STEELE!McNally: REVENGE FOR EMPEROR OF THE RING! HUGHES HAS JUST BREATHED FIRE INTO THE FACE OF THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMP!Edison: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! I GUESS THAT'S WHY HE'S CALLED THE SPITFIRE The crowd cheers loudly and we hear chants of "Holy Shit" Steele falls down right away and clenches his face. The Emperor of the Ring moment is exactly replicated but the roles are reversed. Hughes sits in the corner smiling while Steele cries out in pain. Hughes laughs as Steele flops around the ring. Steele rolls out and grabs his face once more. Hughes stands in the ring and laughs. He sees that Steele is in a perfect position and runs at him. He jumps through the ropes and attempts the Spitfire (Suicide Dive). But Steele moves out of the way at the last second. Hughes' head smashes into the cage and he falls, hard. *CRASH* Edison: I can't believe this! It hasn't even been five minutes and these two are going to be dead!McNally: This has been quite the interesting showcase indeed. I hope that these men don't need to be carried out of here on stretchers.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:32:17 GMT -5
Steele looks up and it can be seen that some of his facial hair is burnt off and he doesn't look good. He grabs the head of Hughes and looks him right in the eye. He screams "LOOK AT ME!" then smashes Hughes' head into the cell with a great force. Steele pulls his head back once more and slams it into the cage. He then takes Hughes and pulls up as far back as he can and uses most of his strength to slam Hughes' head into the cage. McNally: Steele needs to stop this! I don't care how badly you want your title, you shouldn't kill the man!Edison: He's going to do whatever it takes Max. And I don't think that's a problem. Steele lets Hughes fall down once more onto the mat on the outside. He raises his arms to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is about to pick up Hughes and slide him into the ring when the Alphatron begins to show a countdown. ...10!
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*KLAXON* The lights go out and “Anasasis/Xenophontis” begins playing. The crowd clap and cheer as Scott Andrews makes his way down the ramp as the lights flicker white and red.Philip: The next man in the Hell In A Cell Match, weighing in at 233 pounds, from Tampa, Florida; SCCCOOOTTTTTTT AAAAAAANNNDRREEEWWWSSSS!!!Scott reaches the base of the ramp and looks at the cell. He sees Steele and Hughes going at it on the outside of the ring and he sees his opportunity. He gets the referee to open the door and let him in, handing his red jacket over as he enters. Hughes head bounces off the side of the cell as Scott comes from behind and clubs Jake Steele in the back. Scott then rams Steele’s head into the cage wall before rolling him into the ring. McNally: Only seconds into the match and Scott is taking charge here.Scott follows Steele into the ring and stomps down on the International Champs chest as Hughes shakes off the pain of the cell wall. Scott then lifts Steele to his feet and whips him across the ring, while Jonny climbs onto the apron behind him. As Steele comes back, Scott delivers a vicious Spinebuster. Steele grabs at the back of his head as Jonny Hughes grabs the ropes and springboards over with a clothesline to the back of the Scarlet Assassin’s head, taking Scott out from behind. Edison: All men are down! Hughes has the advantage!Hughes covers Scott but only gets a one count. Steele starts to get to his feet as Hughes lifts Scott up off the ground. Hughes chops Scott across the chest. Crowd: WOOOOOOO!!!Scott knows this is not a game Hughes should be playing and hits back with just as much force. Crowd: WOOOOOOO!!!They go back and forth a couple more times before Steele runs the ropes perpendicular and the two strikers turn just in time to see him launch with a running two footed front dropkick, kicking each man in the chest with one foot, sending them to the mat. McNally: The champion fights back!Steele doesn’t have time to cover as both other men get to their feet. The One Man Dynasty knows he has to act fast to keep the upper hand, so he rushes to Scott and begins clubbing his back and delivering forearm shots to his face. He backs him into the corner and gives him a couple of stomps to the guts before Jonny runs in with a stinger splash, squashing Steele into Scott. Hughes catches Steele around his waist, but Steele has a grip on Scott as well, and when Hughes goes backwards with a German Suplex, Steele sends Scott flying overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Hughes keeps the bridge in but only gets a two count. McNally: All three men involved in a triple team suplex. That was certainly unique, but Hughes only gets a two count!Hughes is once again angry with not getting the pin on his opponent, but nonetheless he keeps his chin up and get’s to one knee. Scott rolls under the turnbuckle to rest while Hughes is straight back on the attack with a Texas Cloverleaf being applied, but Scott sees the submission attempt and rushes towards the ropes, bounces off with speed, and comes flying into Hughes with a stiff Lariat of Revenge, knocking him backwards, losing the grip and then finally crumpling up on the mat. Scott covers but only gets a two count again. McNally: So close, yet not close enough!As Steele tries getting to his feet, Scott kicks him, but Steele catches his foot. Scott swings back around and hits the Re-load (Dragon Whip) sending Steele spinning backwards where Jonny Hughes is waiting. Hughes hits a Showpiece (Catatonic to Reverse STO) on Steele and Scott takes a quick breather under the turnbuckle as the timer starts up again. ...10!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:32:54 GMT -5
ANARCHY!!!!!! ”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks onto the ramp with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. Philip: The next participant in the Hell In A Cell match, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Cardiff, Wales, DAAAANNN WHHIIIIIITTTEE!!!He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters through the cell door and observes his opponents before gunning straight for Steele. McNally: Dan White is going straight for the champ!Dan slides under the bottom rope and Hughes sees him coming. Hughes swings and misses as Dan ducks the punch, then comes back with a hook of his own, sending Jonny to the mat clutching his jaw. Steele, on one knee, sees the Welsh Dragon coming and scrambles towards the turnbuckle, but Dan stamps on his foot, causing him to stop and grab his leg in pain. Dan continues the stomping until he figures he might as well move on, and he grabs Steele’s foot and pulls him away from the corner. On the other side of the ring, Scott has sized up Hughes and gives him a few stiff kicks to the back of the leg before snapping him over with a Half Nelson Suplex. Scott covers but only gets a two count. Dan stomps Steele a couple more times before heading towards the top rope. He climbs the post until he reaches the peak and dives off with a graceful Welsh Dragon (Corkscrew Moonsault), but unfortunately for Dan, Steele sees it coming and gets his knees up just in time. Edison: Ooooh...Ouch.Steele gets up and begins dishing out some of his own vicious stomps, right to the sternum of Dan White. Steele then drags him to the turnbuckle and pulls him to his feet. He walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and waits for a moment before charging full speed for the Steele Ambition (Ole Kick to Half and Half Suplex), but as he lunges forward with the kick, Dan ducks and Steele’s leg goes over the top rope, getting him caught up on the top rope. McNally: Sticky situation here. Will Dan capitalise?After the unsuccessful pin attempt on Jonny Hughes, Scott decides it’s time to wear his opponent out by locking in a Single Legged Crab. Scott keeps the move locked in for a good amount of time before Dan walks over and puts Scott in an abdominal stretch, with Scott’s free arm still able to wrench back on Hughes. Steele manages to get up and see the struggle, but he opts to jump on Dan’s back with a backpack sleeper hold, trying to make Dan pass out. Edison: All four men are in a submission move! This is classic!The men try and wear each other down to get the submission victory, but it seems no-one wants to tap as the countdown begins again. ...10!
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*KLAXON* [/center] "Ugly" by The Exies hits the arena and Jason wastes no time getting his ass to the ring and through the cell door. He immediately goes for Dan White, who in his opinion is the one who requires the most softening up at this point of the match. He catches the Welshman off guard, laying his fists into the sternem of the ACW Veteran.Edison: Jason Freeman just laying into the Welsh Dragon!McNally: He's fresh, hes full of energy! Dan's gonna have to dip into his reserves if he hopes to keep up to the current stamina of Freeman!Dan tries to fight back, blocking Jason's next strike before hooking him back with a left. Another left. A right. One more....Jason ducks and then retaliates with a stiff drop kick sending Dan down to the mat! Hughes is distracted by Freeman's entry and this allows for Scott Andrews to take advantage of the already quite damaged competitor by laying into him with some stiff chops. "Wooooooo!"CHOP!"Wooooooo!"CHOP! "Wooooooo!"CHOP! "Wooooooo!"CHOP!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:33:28 GMT -5
Edison: DANNNGERRROUUUS! Scott Andrews is just relentlessly cross choppin' away at Jonny Hughes! There isn't gonna be much left of that chest of his after everything is said and done!!McNally: ...Look at Jake Steele! That mastermind! That genius!!Steele watches on as the two pairs duke it out. He looks up at the timer on the titantron that says there is still 4 minutes to go until The Macho Man RDK enters the ring. He smiles and walks towards a turnbuckle away from the two battles in the ring, taking off the padding with relative speed. McNally: Very smart move by the champion, very smart move. Rest up, and set up a trap before your opponents make their next move!Edison: Remember folks, it's all legal here in this six man scramble Hell in a Cell matchup!Steele has now relieved the turnbuckle of its padding, turning around to see Dan White having taken back control of his showdown with Jason Freeman....irish whipping him right towards Jake. Edison: THE CHAMPION HAS TO MAKE A MOVE HERE!Steele leapfrogs over Freeman quickly and efficiently before the young superstar slams his face into the exposed turnbuckle! He reels back before Jake rolls him up for a schoolboy. The referee makes the count, Dan runs towards the two as Scott has Hughes on the ropes before he delivers another deafening chop that echoes through the arena.... Maxwell: KICK OUT FREEMAN, KICK OUT!Edison: IS IT OVER?!Crowd:
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TWO!--- NO three! Freeman has kicked out! Dan White begins to stomp on Jake as he is still down from trying his school boy. Steele tries to protect himself but soon finds himself rolling out under the ropes. Freeman holds his head as it starts to bleed, nobody would have guessed he'd of suffered such a wound this early into his time in the match. Dan holds onto the ropes and motions for Steele to just bring it. Steele however moves away, trying to figure out an alterior tactic to use against any one of the men in the match. McNally: Once again, a smart move by the defending champion. He can't simply take on the Welsh Dragon head on while he is on his back! He needs to regroup and wait for when the time is right!Scott Andrews tries to toss Hughes with an irish whip to the ropes and has him come back at him for what he hopes would be a quick small package victory, but Hughes comes back with a surprise YAKUZA KICK, laying out Scott Andrews in the middle of the ring. Edison: YAKUZA! YAKUZA! WHAT A STRIKE TO THE SCARLET ASSASSIN!Jonny Hughes doesn't skip a beat as he hooks Scott's leg for the pin. One, Two, Thr- SMACCKKKKKKK----is the sound made as Jonny falls over backwards with his chin square facing the air courtesy of a massive kick from Dan White. The crowd gasps at the sheer force put behind the kick, perhaps as much as the previous Yakuza seen before. Jonny falls on his back and Dan walks over to him, grabbing him by the tights and his hair. He gets him half walking on his feet before spinning around and tossing the competitor to the outside where he lands on the champion Jake Steele! Edison: The Champion is down! The Champion is down!Jake is on his back with the dizzy Jonny Hughes sprawled across him on the outside. Jake pushes off the "Spitfire" and gets on top of him, giving him a cold helping of "Steele" knuckles. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Dan leaves the fallen Scott and goes back to Freeman, who is just coming to his senses. Dan grabs Freeman by the hair and pulls him up, while still holding it, he steps through the ropes and onto the apron, keeping Jason in the ring. He tries to go for a reverse version of his yet to debute "Cardiff Neckbreaker" but Jason comes to his senses and elbows Dan in the stomach, causing him to let go of Freeman's hair. Freeman starts to strike Dan with a few punches of his own before Dan pushes him away in order to get adequate time to venture to the top rope. Freeman comes right back at Dan before he can launch for a corkscrew moonsault. Freeman takes control of Dan,uppercutting his chin and sending stiff elbows to his face. Steel and Hughes meanwhile are now on their feet as they brawl on the outside, the two's confrontation going back and forth as Scott Andrews leans against the opposite side of the ring from Dan/Jason, taking a breather. Edison: Scott is a lucky man!McNally: Jason's face is bleeding but he's got Dan under control!Edison: Look at Hughes! He's showing everyone why they call him "Spitfire"! The Champion has his hands full here!McNally: Well business is about to pick up here, Edison......10!
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*KLAXON* OoOoOoOoOooH YEAAAAAAAAAH BRUDDAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”Macho Man” by the village people begins playing through the PA System as The Macho Man shoots out from behind the curtains to a huge ovation. He waists no time to taunt, zipping down the entrance ramp and heading straight for the Cell. He awaits for the door to be opened as Phillip announces him formerly.Phillip Jones: The next participant in the Hell in a Cell Scramble match, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Yellowknife, Canada… The Macho Man RDK!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:34:31 GMT -5
The referee rushes over to the Cell and opens it up for Macho, who steps in and slides into the ring. He looks around at the carnage and only notices one man who’s standing on two feet… Scott Andrews. The fans begin to pop as the two fan favorites slowly walk over to each other, ensuing in a staredown. Everyone inside of the Staples Center can feel the electricity radiating off of both of these men, and Scott and Macho can feel it bounce between each other in a power surge of talent. The two have so much history together and after nearly two years without a official contest between the two, they are taking this moment to “catch up”. Cameras flash, fans begin chanting both of their names and after a few moments… it becomes overwhelming. The chants get louder, and louder as now the two men briefly break out of the staredown and take a minute to look at the twenty thousand strong. Then in just that one moment… Scott throws his fist at RDK. RDK is quick to retaliate though as now both men begin trading heavy blows to the face. RDK comes in with the right, and Scott with the left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Left! Left! Right! Right! The almost tag like game with their fists ends as Scott runs to the ropes, followed by RDK doing the same. They both have the same idea as they extend their arms for a clothesline… and both men go down, clothes lining each other! Edison: Wow. In an attempt to get the other down, both Scott and RDK sent the other flying!McNally: These two go all the way back to the early days of ACW, Edison. And it seems that since then they still have that same competitive spirit when it comes to each other, and Championship gold.On the outside of the ring, Steele is in control of Hughes as he grinds his forehead across the cold steel of the Cell. He then cuts the british cheese grating short and attempts at clothesline, as he clutches the arm of Hughes and throws him down the mat - but it’s reversed and now Steele is the one doing the running. Steele’s back bounces off the Cell to much pain being shown across his face. Hughes at the opposite side of the cell smirks before running and going for what looks to be a Yakuza Kick. He lifts his leg up into the air - but Steele ducks under at the last minute, causing Hughes’ leg to smash against the Cell in almost Kevin Nash like fashion. Steele takes advantage of this as he rolls back a bit and gets to his feet, tapping his leg in preparation. Then as Hughes lowers his leg and holds it in pain, Steele runs up to him and spins around, hitting Hughes with The Whirlwind Kick! Hughes curls back holding his abdomen, which causes Steele to grab hold of Hughes by the head and drag him down the ring and around the cell. Steele stops when he reaches the steel steps, making sure to slam Hughes head down onto the steps. With Hughes laying his head against the hard steps, Steele decides to grab the top of the steps and throw them over to the side. Now that that is out of the way, Steele pulls Hughes onto the top of the steps, now standing over Hughes. Steele slowly lifts Hughes head up and puts the british native’s head between his legs and he grabs the gut of Hughes, pulling him up in a piledriver position. Then Steele jumps up in the air and with a driving force hit’s the Jumping Piledriver! McNally: Oh my god! The impact of that move!Edison: Hughes’ grandchildren can taste that one Maxie!Meanwhile, in the ring, RDK has just escaped a DDT attempt by Scott Andrews and Jason Freeman has a sleeper hold applied on the neck of Dan White. RDK slides under Scott’s arm and hits him with a swift Russian Leg Sweep, followed by a pin attempt. 1... …2... Kickout! RDK grabs Scott up and throws him into the ropes, lowering his head for a Back Body Drop and Scott is caught in it as he goes flying over… but he somehow lands on his feet and slams his elbow into back of RDK’s head. Scott then grabs RDK and lifts him up and down with a Half Nelson Suplex! Scott then covers… 1... …2..No! Steele dashes in for the save with a Bakatare Sliding Kick, knocking both men over and to the side of the ring. Steele then sees Dan and Freeman on the opposite side of the ring, with Dan now out of the sleeper hold and laying into the stomach of Freeman with hard boxing like blows. Dan retreats from that and grabs the head of Freeman, walking him over to the ropes and beginning to bounce his head off the turnbuckle padding. As Freeman’s head bounces, the International Champion sneaks up behind them both and hits them right where it hurts with a double low blow! Steele then looks over to where Hughes is trying to recover from the piledriver and he gets a idea. Then as Dan drops to the mat holding his nuts, Steele grabs the back of Freeman’s head… before tossing him over the ropes and into the cell with force! McNally: Smart thinking by the champion! I mean did you see the way Freeman’s head slammed against the Cell, Eddie?Edison: I couldn’t help but see! His head will surely be bleeding heavily after that skull thrashing impact!Steele holds both ropes and looks down at his challengers sprawled on top of each other and he can’t help but laugh. He turns around and - BOOM! HEADSHOT! Edison: HEADSHOT MAXIE! THE HEADSHOT!McNally: And that folks is the end of this contest.Scott drops to his knees after putting everything he had into that kick. He puts his arm over Steele and the referee makes the presumably final count. 1... …2... ……3! NO! WHAT!? At 2.9 exactly, soaring through the air came RDK with a massive Diving Elbow Drop! After having the huge elbow of RDK come crashing down onto his back, Scott can do nothing but slide out of the ring in pain. And with Steele still down and out, Macho looks to the turnbuckle and a idea forms in his own head. He leaves the ring and gets on the apron, before climbing up the turnbuckle - backwards. Everyone in the arena begins to pop as they have a clear sight of the move that hasn’t been seen since Omega Effect III. RDK takes a moment to taunt, screaming “OoOoOoOo YEEAAHHH” before he leaps off! McNally: Look at the elevation! The height of the… MACHO MOONSAULT!Macho literally flies backwards through the air, with his impending target being Jake Steele. He almost hits it and in a super quick burst of speed, Steele hops up, unbeknownst to RDK and is caught head on with the Macho Moonsault! - But somehow, someway Steele rolls back from it and locks in a crossface maneuver… no… it can’t be. IT IS! Edison: MACHOOOO FACCELLOOCCKK!!?!McNally: THE AUDACITY! THE PURE DISRESPECT BY STEELE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:34:59 GMT -5
Steele, with hardly anything left, locks in The Macho Facelock and pulls all the way back on it trying his best to snap RDK’s neck in half. This of course leads to HUGE boos towards our International Champion but he ignores them all as he yells as loud as he can into the air. He begins to scream “TAP! TAPPPP!” but The Mach has no intentions of doing that, especially not to his own goddamn move. Steele pulls tighter and tighter and tighter but RDK’s will and pure strength will not allow him to even think about dropping his hand down on the mat repeatedly. RDK begins using his power to move himself and Steele towards the ropes. As both men begin moving, Steele’s eyes widen in shock from the sheer POWAH OF THE MACH. RDK pulls himself up and he almost… is there… he… yes! He grabs hold of the rope, but the referee just stands there as if nothing even happened. So yeah it seems that RDK forgot that there is no rope break in this match and just had a epic power moment for nothing. Oh well. Good thing Dan White was recovering that whole time in the corner or else this match would be over. But as Dan’s boot slams against the neck of Steele, thankfully we see that it is not. Dan doesn’t try to touch Steele or RDK, even though he hates the two so much that words cannot describe it. Instead he looks to the entrance ramp and motions as if telling someone to come out. In no less than two seconds, Dan’s long time teammates “The Royles” run out and begin pounding away at the Cell door. The outside referees try to stop them but are simply pushed to the side as The Royles use all of their former hooligan tactics and beat down the door. Ivor Biggin then tells McGroin to stand back and he grabs the Cell door with both hands. He yanks and pulls at it until it finally comes off. They step inside of the cell with a very nasty look on both of their faces. Dan White smiles and points to the three men on the outside, and tells them to take care of them. Pat McGroin grabs Jason Freeman and Ivor Biggin grabs Scott Andrews. They both do the same action and throw the men to the outside. Punching on them and leading them over to the announce table. Dan does a small petty kick to Steele, and then RDK before he leaves the ring and follows The Royles. Meanwhile in the corner of the ring we can also see Hughes crawling and pulling himself up, now with a crimson mask dripping down his face. He, like the rest of the men in this match has something deep inside of him which is willing him on for the rest of the night. He is quick to follow Dan, The Royles and Scott and Freeman to the outside, but with a lot being knocked out of him, he drops to the apron for a moment.. This leaves RDK and Steele in the ring by themselves, but nobody cares about them right? Anyway, The Royles seem to be taking it to Scott and Freeman, smashing their heads against the announce tables and using any part of the arena they can to soften them up for whatever the hell Dan is planning on doing. Biggin drops Scott for a moment and looks at McGroin who has Freeman held up for him. Biggin charges at Freeman and clotheslines him hard down onto the mat. Dan then walks up to both men and tells them “that is enough” before they go off on their way. Dan looks down at the carnage they caused and doesn’t hear what happens next until it is too late. ~CRACK~
~CRACK~ Dan: What the -- Dan steps over the lifeless bodies of Scott and Freeman to see something he really did not want to. Both of The Royles being laid out on the mat and standing over them is none other than Jonny Hughes! He stands over them both with his signature kendo stick in his hand, blood all over his facial region and a look of death in his eyes. Edison: DAN, IF YOU CAN HERE ME, RUN!Dan’s eyes widen as Hughes hops across both of the men and begins chasing after Dan, making it clear that the deal they had is broken. Dan isn’t usually scared of anyone or anybody but then again he isn’t being chased by a probably mentally unstable Jonny Hughes everyday, is he? McNally: HUGHES IS GONNA KILL DAN IF HE GETS HIS HANDS ON HIM EDDIE!Hughes continues chasing Dan around the ring and after a slip up by Dan, Hughes grabs hold of him. He grabs him by the dreadlocks and holds him up, before he spins him around and goes for a kendo stick shot… but Dan ducks! Dan then gets a smart idea and jumps onto the Cell, climbing up the side of it. Hughes tries to grab his leg but Dan kicks him back, sending his fellow British man stumbling back. Dan then uses his cop escaping skills and quickly makes his way up to the very top part of the cell and he takes a moment to rest. Hughes tries to follow him up, but suddenly his leg is kicked from underneath his leg as RDK steps out and hits him with a Big Boot! Hughes falls back and Macho goes on the attack as he picks Hughes up and slams his head against the Cell! He goes to slam it again but Hughes elbows RDK in the face and decides that he needs to get on the top with Dan. RDK shakes the cobwebs off from the elbow shot and he begins climbing with Hughes. RDK tries to kick Hughes off but gets nothing but air. He says fuck it and just climbs up, as they reach the cell at around the same time. RDK and Hughes now stand atop the cell with Dan, who plays it smart and rolls back a bit on top of the cell, making sure not to fall off and go all wobbly wobbly like this is SVR. Hughes and RDK begin trading blows but RDK quickly gets the advantage with overhand punch and then a Scoop Slam! RDK does a quick elbow drop to the chest of Hughes and then he drags him over the middle of the ring. He picks him up and without a second thought Macho damn near kills Hughes with a MACHO SLAYUM RIGHT THROUGH THE MOTHERFUCKING CELL! Edison: DAAAAAANNNGGGEERRROOOUUUSSSS!!!!McNally: HOLY SHIT!RDK has to take more than a few steps back as now if he slips up he could fall through as well. He looks over to Dan White, who looks to be in shock from seeing Hughes almost crash though the mat, but still deciding to stand up and face the man who has gotten the advantage over him ever since his return a week ago. These two, just like Scott and RDK, have history going all the way back to the start of ACW and now they want to settle it. RDK and Dan circle around the top of the cell, staring each other down in a epic moment. RDK then stops. He sticks his hand out and tells Dan to “Just Bring It”. This triggers Dan as he charges at RDK in what seems to be a almost foolish move, as Dan falls right into the trap that is the Jabroni Buster! NO! In a very smart move, Dan reverses the attempted finishing move and Dan locks in the Fujiwara Armbar! Dan catches RDK completely off guard and locks in his devastating submission specialty move. RDK literally has nowhere at all to go but down and Dan looks as if he is about to snap RDK’s arm in half as he pulls as hard as humanly possible. RDK lifts one arm in the air, making the signal that he may just do it. RDK is about to… and drops his hand down on top of the cell! - But doesn’t tap, he instead uses his strength and pushes down on the cell to roll Dan over to the edge. Dan looks to say “holy shit!” as RDK just continues to roll over. Just before RDK sacrifices himself and kills Dan, Dan lets go and catches onto the edge of cell, now hanging off. RDK sees Dan with one hand on the top of the cell, while he himself holds his arm from the strenuous pain he just put himself through. He clutches his arm as rises to his feet and stands over Dan, now with the power in his hands. Macho: OoOoOoOoO YEAAAHH! THE MACHO MAYUN IS ABOUT TO SEND JEMIMA BOY DAN WHITE TO THE BASEMENT OF THE MACHO HOTEL!RDK then prepares to step on Dan’s hand when someone is seen running around the cell and to the announcers table. …STEELE! Well recovered, Steele has gotten a chair from the bottom of the ring and looks ready to kill. He points up at RDK with the chair and yells out to him. Steele - I DEDICATE DESE TWO CHAIRSHOTS TO YOU MACHO MAYUN!In perfect timing, Scott begins to rise to his feet…
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Following him is the rising up of Freeman…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:35:47 GMT -5
Steele drops the chair and begins to remove the announcers table covering, and then he looks up at Dan White with some evil intentions! Steele begins to shake the Cell in a total flashback of Wrestlemania 2000 for the N64, and Dan holds on with two hands now trying to stay on. Steele continues to press the A and B button as you can see Dan’s life bar turn from green to blue… But in a very odd twist, and to the cheering of the fans, RDK begins to pull Dan White up, to the dismay of Steele. RDK gets him back in a non death position and picks him up. Steele yells out “WHAT DA FUCK!?” before RDK lifts Dan up into the air and over his head, then everything begins to get violent. RDK begins to run the opposite edge of the Cell and seems to military press Dan off the top. But Dan jumps back and RDK stops himself at the edge, almost tipping over but keeping his balance. At the bottom of the Cell, Steele has just decided to say fuck it and is halfway up the Cell. And just as Dan jumped off RDK, Steele reached the top. Steele sees RDK tipping and Dan with his back turned tries to take a quick breather. But is turned around by Steele, who goes for a DDT! RDK sees Steele up at the top and clothesline him, stopping the attempt! RDK grabs Steele and picks him up, lifting him onto his shoulders for his signature Samoan Drop! No! Steele rolls off and takes a few steps back, before jumping into the air with a standing RIGHT IN YO FACE! NO! RDK stepped to the side and Steele lands hard onto the mat. RDK then puts his hands on his knees and gets shaky as the fans know what is coming next. “RDK, RDK, RDK” is heard in the crowd, as the dazed and confused International Champione gets up slowly holding his back, with it turned to RDK. The impatient Macho Man then rushes up behind Steele and spins him around, before hitting it… ROCK BOTTOM! RDK hops across Steele for the cover… 1... ..2... ….3!And with that, RDK rolls back over on Steele in the middle of the top of the cell and raises his arms into the air as for the fifth time he has become International Champion. Phillip Jones: And your winner of the match by pinfall… and the NEWWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!
“The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!Edison: Oh my god!? How!?On the top of the Cell, RDK looks shocked, confused, pissed. He has no idea what the hell is going on.
But what wasn‘t seen is that during RDK and Steele‘s scuffle at the top, Dan slithered his self down the Cell and he ran as fast as his tired legs could drag him back into the inside of the Cell. He then rolled into the ring and pinned the completely lifeless body of Jonny Hughes, and got the pinfall just one second before RDK could get the three. Therefore, the winner, and newwww International Champion. After years of trying, fighting, and pushing… “The Welsh Dragon“ Dan White.
After the grueling war between these six men, no matter what you say about them. You can‘t deny their skills, and their talent. They did everything they needed to do to win, and in the end only one man survived Hell.
Jake Steele, a cunning and tactical champion from day one, was finally outsmarted in his conquest to become the greatest International Champion ever.
The Macho Man RDK, despite making the biggest return in ACW history, and doing everything possible to win, he was bested by one second… just one second.
Jonny Hughes, taking the hardest beating of his entire life, all to try and make a statement. A statement that did not come to fruition in the end but goddamnit he tried.
Jason Freeman, ever since his return this year he has meant business. He has done shown the world that he does not care about what they think, or how they react to him.
Scott Andrews, the thrill, the kill, and the skill… he was all that and more but one chairshot and attack knocked that all away from him… but we can’t honestly believe he is done just yet.
And Dan White, is the International Champion. Nuff said. Nuff said.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:36:39 GMT -5
GOD[/size][/color][/font]
God is dead.
Welcome your new Messiah.
God is sick.
Your new Messiah will save you.
Accept him.
He will cleanse you.
This is your new God.
No mere man; but a deity with the power to save.
Praise him.
Taking the place of your God, He asks only one thing. Obey him. Do as he says. Do what he asks of you And your sins will be forgiven.
If you choose to deny his demands, you will not be saved.
Your soul will burn. You will become one of them.
Become one of us.
His return is inevitable.
GOD IS DEAD.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:37:42 GMT -5
Segment: Leezen Very Carefully... (Credit: BK/??)
Winter Discontent is now well into its second half, and with his time of reckoning fast approaching, BK London is restless. He walks along the backstage corridors, tossing a bottle of water from one hand to the other and thinking about making his way toward the ring entrance. Normally his co-ordination is flawless... but his mind is not entirely in one place, and without warning the bottle slips from his hand. BK checks his step.
BK: Damn...
He looks around, at first unable to see where the bottle has gone, but then sees that it has rolled through an open door. Walking into the room, BK can see at once that he has somehow wandered back to the area which is serving as Gingerdude’s temporary office for the night; papers are arranged on a plain desk, a thick winter coat hanging from a plain stand. It could be anywhere, anywhere in the world, and just for a second BK feels a twinge of nostalgia for the “real” Chairman’s office back at the ACW arena. That feeling is swiftly followed by the realisation that possibly, just possibly, he might never stand in that much-used and abused corner of the ACW empire again...
Just as BK is rubbishing such a preposterous idea, his attention is diverted elsewhere by a ringing sound. The hum of a vibrating mobile phone against the table top draws BK’s eye; the number is displayed, but he does not recognise it.
Almost before he has had a chance to consider his options, BK picks up the phone and presses the “accept” button. His cunning and ability to grasp any opportunity presented to him have served him well throughout his career and elsewhere, and he’s not about to change the habit of a lifetime. He adopts a high-pitched tone with a slight smirk, clearly relishing a little subterfuge.
BK: Hi there, this is Chairman Gingerdude’s mobile, the Chairman is busy at the moment. Can I take a message?
There is a pause.
??: ‘Oo am I speaking to, sil’ vous plait?
BK furrows his brow, the expression “Who the hell is this clown?” writ large across his face. The accent is strange, definitely European, the voice quite high in tone, wavering in that odd range which makes it difficult to tell if it’s male or female. BK decides simply to sidestep that issue, at least for now.
BK: Oh... I’m, like, totally Ginger’s secretary. The last one quit at short notice.
??: I zee. But ‘zis eez no good pour moi, I must speak wiz ze Chairman, not ‘eez ‘ired ‘elp. Eet is most important, ma Cherie. Most....personale, vous comprende?
Curiouser and curiouser, thinks BK.
BK (quieter): Uh, yeah... Ginger said you might call. I’m supposed to report back to him in, like, total confidence or whatever.
??:... Verry well, mon petit choufleur. Nous avons un understandeeng, you must not breath a zingle word to anee-one. ANEE-ONE except Geenjer. D’accord?
BK: ....yeeeeeeeah.
??: Oui. Tell Geenjer, eet is all arranged. If ze Ot’-eaded boy zey call Zeero does not do ‘is job tonight, zere will be un “suprise” pour Monseiur Londres. Ee will not trouble ze federacion furzer. Eet eez un plan de plus grande magnifique.
BK almost drops the phone, and then has to physically stop himself from giving the game away. He forces himself to regain his composure.
BK: WHA- I mean, I see. Ginger- I mean, Chairman Gingerdude said he wanted the details confirmed.
??: Ze details? Mon petit canard, an artiste never reveals ze tricks of ze trade.
BK clenches his fist. He adopts an authoritative tone.
BK: I’m sorry, but I can’t confirm the arrangement unless I’m sure you’re not playing the Chairman for a fool. You could be working for BK London yourself. Only the real contact would be able to give all the information.
A pause.
??: You ‘ave a point. Leezen very carefully, I will zay thees only once. Are you leezening?
BK smiles triumphantly.
BK: I am all ears.
??: If Bee Kaye leaves ze arena tonight wiv ze title, ‘ee will be followed to ze club where ‘ee will be expecteeng to celebrate eez victory. Zere ee will be met by our agente premiere. She will spike eez champagne, and then ze fun can begin.
A soft laugh comes from the phone. BK’s expression is becoming thunderous.
BK: Go on.
??: We usually find that ze “client” is quite receptive. We ‘ave arranged women of all shapes and sizes, and ze males too of course. Once ze mood is good, ze animals can be introduced. Ze photos, zey are always most exotique. Ze camera angle, eet is difficille, but of course ve have zey ways of getting ze perfect shot. Eeet is amazeeng what a red-blooded homme will shag if ze atmosphere, c’est bon.
BK’s eyebrows almost depart from his forehead permanently.
??: And zen, ze grande finale... Monseiur Londres wakes een a most public place, az naked az ze day ‘ee was born, wiz ze press waiting. Ze evidence, eet is already on ze internet. Geenjer will ‘ave ze unarguable grounds to cancel ze contract. C’est un plan wizout ze flaws.
The phone almost ends up thrown straight through the window; BK’s face is a picture. Enraged, he opens his mouth to yell obscenities, but is cut off by the voice before he does so.
??: Do you like eet, mademoiselle? Perhaps you like to join ze circus? I hear ze client, he eez hung like ze wild stallion. Ee certainly ‘az ze buns of steel. I ‘ave ad ze pleasure myself een zat department. Oui, az ze rosbifs put eet, ‘ee az a very lovely arse...
Those last three words confirm the suspicion which has been nagging at BK, and the crowd pops amid a surge of laughter. They know that voice as well as London does.
BK (normal voice): You complete bastard.
Alicia Laureano laughs mischievously.
AK: I had you going for a moment there, right? You can’t fool me Mr. London, I could practically smell your testosterone from here. Though it’s nice to see you’re in touch with your feminine side.
BK smirks.
BK: Had me? Sure. If by having me you mean "not having me", then yes, you "had me". I never fell for it for a second.
The crowd adopts a collective “yeah, right” expression.
AK: Of course you did, love. Still, thanks for humouring me, I have to find little entertainments where I can at present. Moving about for more than a few minutes at a time requires a lot of forward planning.
BK: Oh right, I guess you’re not getting out much these days. How long do you have to go?
AK: About seven weeks if things are on schedule. But realistically it could be any time, I’m having my blood pressure checked three times a week. If it gets much higher... well, I’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
BK detects a slight note of tension in her voice, but decides to let it pass.
AK: Anyway, never mind me. Tonight is all about you and Zero. I’m certain I don’t have to tell you, ACW won’t be the same after your match. So I’ll just wish you good luck out there.
BK scoffs a little.
BK: And I know I don’t need to remind you, Alicia, this has nothing to do with luck. I’m the better man, the best there is, which means I’ll win.
There is a very slight pause, as if Alicia is rolling her eyes and taking a breath.
AK: It’s reassuring to know that some things really never do change.
The line goes quiet again for a moment.
AK: BK, last time we crossed swords, I told you that I considered you to be probably the best wrestler that ACW has ever seen. I’d like to withdraw that statement; I know you’re the best there is. You have set the standard that everyone with a brain cell measures themselves by.
BK doesn’t say anything to this. But the cocky look on his face has retreated.
AK: But you have to remember that no match boils down to entirely predictable factors. In the final reckoning, the belt goes to the person who wants it the most. Jay Zero wants that title, BK. He wants it more than anyone I have seen for a long, long time. We both know that look in his eyes. I saw it in you, on each of the three occasions you claimed the title. And you saw it in mine the split second before you fell to earth in the Asylum.
BK closes his eyes and exhales sharply.
BK: The future is not just a reworked version of the past. It’s whatever I want it to be. It’s mine.
AK: That’s true. The question is, do you truly know your own heart’s desire?
BK frowns.
BK: Yes. ACW is more than just my job AK. ACW is my LIFE!
AK: Then go out there and fight for it, BK, you have to fight as if your life depends on this match, because that is what Jay Zero is going to do. I don’t think you’ve seen the half of what he’s capable of. If you allow your arrogance to cloud your judgement, then it’s all over. Literally. But if you can listen to that small still voice at your core... this could be the greatest match of both your careers. It’s up to you both to make it happen.
BK considers this for a few seconds, then chuckles.
BK: Well, that was a real, bona-fide piece of AK preaching. Do you feel better now?
AK: Infinitely.
BK smiles, a warm smile for once.
AK: I’d better get off the phone. Could you leave a note for Ginger to call me when he gets back? It’s pretty important.
BK: Yeah. What’s up?
AK sighs.
AK: It’s Victor. He supposedly went to get some milk from the store, and hasn’t returned. That was two days ago. It’s a long shot, but-
There is a crash in the corridor outside, and lo and behold, none other than Victor “Latino” Laureano staggers through the doorway, clearly still very drunk.
Latino: Honey, I’m hooooome!
He eyes BK up squiffily.
Latino: I heard you, my chulita... these shades sure are dark. When did your legs get that fat?
AK: Oh, thank heavens for that. Put him on, would you? Cheers, BK.
BK: You’re welcome.
BK plonks the handset into Latino’s hand, steers the hand to his head, and then makes a dash for the door, pulling it closed quickly. As he does this, Ginger is seen rounding the corner.
Ginger: What are you doing snooping around my office, BK?
BK smirks.
BK: Nothing. I wouldn’t go in there for a few minutes if I were you...
Pocketing his water bottle, BK leaves Ginger to listen to the sound of Latino getting an earful from an ocean away, and heads off to prepare for his date with destiny.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 16:39:41 GMT -5
“The Quest for Five Hundred Percent” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Promo [Has enough time passed to calm the ire of Thunderkiss? Afraid of the answer to this question, FSX cautiously returns to tonight’s dwellings and treads just as carefully. He carefully jars the door open, giving him just enough space to peak inside. At first he is surprised that everything is intact and this feeling of relief only continues to rise as he sees his tag partner laying on the floor in a yoga like style. While this helps him overcome his initial fears, a question looms large inside his skull. With no Sonjay Dutt in sight, how could Thunderkiss replace his anger with peace so quickly?] FSX: Do I even have to ask? Thunderkiss: Yes, because if you don’t, I know you won’t shut up about it until you know. I’m trying to channel power from another realm. FSX: ... Oh, well then, carry on. I know when you get like this it’s like trying to hug “rainman” so I’m just going to tip toe right past you and - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Shh! I need to concentrate, this is important! If I could only get my five hundred percent powers back, situations like the one we had tonight would never occur again. Trust me, it’s like squatting flies with chunks of concrete. FSX: Kiss, it is apparent that you aren’t well. We go through this every time you lose and If I have to sit through another one of your bitch sessions after a draw, I’m going to have to pluck out my ear drums and I’d rather not get these new clothes all bloody. Now look, I can call your nurse if you like? Perhaps a nice lay will ease you of your troubles, buddy. Thunderkiss: You don’t understand. YOU COULDN’T UNDERSTAND. Only I know what it felt like. You know me, buddy, I’ve been around. There isn’t a flavor of drug or woman that I haven’t tasted. My tongue has savored them all, but nothing has ever given me an adrenaline rush like those powers. My skin felt as it were burning but yet my sense of touch was cool. Every muscle in my body screamed out as if it wanted to be used. I felt no pain, no anguish. Though I took my fare share of shots, I felt not a one. It may have been “borrowed.” It might not have been mine. These things aside, I want it back. I NEED IT BACK. FSX: Kiss, I can appreciate the fact that your hallucinations have a lot of meaning to you but I think you should start examining the situation from another view besides your own. Thunderkiss: That’s kinda hard to do you know, since my eyes are stuck in my head. Anyway, don’t let me stop you. FSX: Well, besides the obvious part that you believed you were talking to entities that weren’t even there, you could have had just a good series of matches, you know? The wins started stacking up and you had trouble believing that the logic behind this came from within. Remember what I told you about the mind, a few weeks ago? Thunderkiss: Yes, that it is a powerful thing. FSX: Exactly. With a good streak under your belt, you started to believe there was something “otherworldly” about the whole thing when in fact it was just your confidence. You believe you couldn’t be beat and that’s exactly what happened. You want your spiffy, money making through merchandise, 500% powers back? You just gotta believe! Believe to achieve! Thunderkiss: Well then, how come I lost against Freeman a while back? I believe I could beat him. FSX: .... Now don’t get technical on me. Thunderkiss: Buddy, thanks for trying to help. I know you don’t believe a thing I say and to be very honest, if I were in your place I doubt I would either. However, I know what happened. I felt the touch of powers from above and below. That’s all I need to motivate me in my quest. FSX: I respect you determination. You’re fucking crazy, but I respect it. Thunderkiss: Don’t think you wasted your time, X. Your words did wake me up to the realization that I won’t be getting any divine intervention tonight. I closed the door where my powers came from and something tells me it’s not going to be opening up anytime soon. FSX: But I tell you what door WILL be open for you tonight! The back door! We may not be walking away from Los Angeles as the World Tag Champions but we still have a job to do! Our title demands it! Thunderkiss: *pause* Yes. Yes indeed. It was you who taught me in life you can make lemons out of lemonade. FSX: I did? Thunderkiss: Yes. Not in those exact words, but yes. Time to push the brooding aside. We’ll have plenty of time later to scheme up some revenge rape and pillaging. Come on buddy, let’s go put one in the pink and the other one in the stink! Our balls shall never touch! FSX: Ugh, this is going to be a long 2 weeks... [FADE]
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