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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:17:45 GMT -5
Match 7: Street Fight Jason Freeman vs. Victor "Latino" Laureano (Credit: AK)
We cut back to the arena, where the strident sound of “Lowrider” by War is filling the space. Victor “Latino” Laureano is approaching the ring, as Philip makes the customary announcements.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is a Street Fight! Now approaching the ring, from New York City.... LAAAATIIIINOOO!!!
Latino acknowledges the crowd, raising his arms and looking around the ring at the various weapons and other implements which have been made ready. His mind is on only one thing, and he stares intently at the entrance as “Ugly” by the Exies kicks in.
Philip: And his opponent, from Long Island, New York...... JASON FREEMAN!
The audience boos loudly as Freeman walks out. He is calm, and refuses to rush to the ring; Latino watches him like a hawk. Philip wisely takes his leave, and the referee gets his checks done as quickly as he can. It’s a wise move.... because this powder keg of a match is about to go up.
Bell Rings.
Freeman is itching for a scrap, and that is precisely what he’s going to get; Latino has barely been able to contain himself during the pre-match kerfuffle, and so he explodes forward at the bell, crashing into Freeman in the form of a maelstrom of righteous fury. The crowd roars in counterpoint as Latino throws punch after punch; Freeman defends rigorously, but sometimes raw anger is powerful enough to break through even the most meticulously planned strategy, and one slight slip from Freeman is all Latino needs. He punches him in the face, and Freeman reels backward; letting his pent-up frustration have full flow, Latino executes a snap suplex on Freeman, and jumps up, shaking his shoulders.
McNally: And we’re underway, ladies and gentlemen. Latino is spitting nails out there, and Freeman deserves everything he’s going to get, in my opinion.
Edison: I wouldn’t write Freeman off in this, Max. He loves this kind of unbridled violence.
Freeman winces, but does not allow Latino’s cockiness to make him careless. He rolls back to his feet, and as Latino moves in for round 2, he neatly dodges his opponent’s swinging fists. Latino tries to back Freeman into one of the corners, but as he does so, Freeman grasps his arm and whips him back-first into the turnbuckle. Freeman kicks Latino in the stomach a few times until Latino comes back at him, forcing a grapple; the two men struggle, and Latino pushes Freeman back to the centre of the ring. He tries to throw him again, but Freeman counters it, slipping aside and then producing a German suplex of his own. With great athleticism, Latino kicks and rolls over backward, reaching his feet and using the ropes to launch himself forward into a clothesline; he sends Freeman flying, but Freeman in turn shows his skills, nipping to his feet and using the opposite set of ropes so that the two men charge one another. They knock one another down, and the crowd cheers for the tightly-balanced battle.
The collision winds both men slightly, and there is a short pause before they rise. Latino can be seen shaking his head, and mouthing a word or two; it looks as if he is telling himself to focus, to act like a wrestler first and wronged man second. It’s a sensible strategy and it appears to wrong-foot Freeman, who expects another wild charge from his opponent; but it doesn’t come, and instead Latino plays it cool, smirking and taunting Freeman to come to him instead. The two men pace around for several seconds until Freeman bites; he moves in, and tries to fake Latino out, sidestepping a pre-emptive punch. But Latino reads this, twists, and kicks out behind him, contacting with Freeman’s abdomen; Freeman grunts in pain, and quickly Latino gets in close for his Inverted Atomic Drop, carrying this through into a brutal Lariat. Freeman smacks into the canvas, and puts himself into a perfect position for one of Latino’s signature moves; the long-term fans mark as Latino demonstrates the Three Shots, chaining together his three suplexes with a twisting hip motion. Freeman tries to resist the third, but Latino will not be denied, and there is a loud cheer as he carries it off and makes a pin attempt for good measure. Naturally, Freeman kicks out almost immediately, determined to stop any sort of party atmosphere from developing in the Rome Arena, and with a grim expression lurking on his face.
Latino slaps his chest as he rises; in response, Freeman decides to disrespect him with a slap to the face, and Latino flushes momentarily in anger. The various implements left at ringside must surely be calling to both men, and Freeman makes a break for the ropes; Latino catches hold of him, only for Freeman to whip around and elbow him in the head for his pains. He follows up with the Full Nelson to spinning faceplant, which stuns Latino for several seconds and gives Freeman the opportunity he is looking for. Sliding to the outside, Freeman quickly spots what he wants; he grabs a steel chair, and then climbs up the outside of the turnbuckle with it in hand. His intention is clearly to combine height and metal to devastating effect; but the crowd yells out, and Latino responds, hauling himself up and rushing to the corner where Freeman is ascending. He climbs up the inside and the pair struggle for ownership of the chair; Freeman finally rips it out of Latino’s grasp, holding it up above his head in the process; acting on instinct, Latino hooks Freeman up, and amazes the crowd by launching the pair of them into a superplex. The ring shudders violently as they land, and some of the crowd cry out; for Freeman has kept hold of the folded chair, and on landing, Latino smacks the back of his own head against it. Both men stay down for several seconds, and Latino holds his head when he does get up, suggesting that he now has to carry a weakness which his opponent will be very keen to exploit.
A match of this type was never going to stay “pure”; and now there is a sense that the floodgates are about to open. Any patience which Latino may have had is long gone, and he immediately seeks to even the odds by grabbing the chair from the canvas and taking a mighty swing at Freeman. Freeman just barely gets an arm up in time – it protects him from an instant KPO blow, but he still stumbles, and Latino decides to be sneaky. While Freeman’s attention is elsewhere, he tosses the chair deliberately to the outside, and then backs up; the crowd yells as Latino rushes forward, but this alerts Freeman, who dodges Latino’s tackle attempt. Latino ends up diving through the ropes; he rolls over on landing, protecting himself, but immediately Freeman hits a baseball slide underneath the bottom rope, and he closes the gap to Latino, hurling him against the security barrier.
McNally: You can’t turn your back on that weasel of a man for a second...
Edison: Freeman’s just getting more and more vicious, and that’s bound to bring out the worst in Latino! The fans are loving it, but I’m worried, Max. This could get really ugly.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:18:39 GMT -5
The Rome crowd wants to be up close and personal with the action, but those in the front quickly discover that this is a mixed blessing; Freeman has no qualms about a stray strike or two connecting with inadequately cautious fans. Latino comes under enormous pressure as Freeman makes full use of the space on the outside; he pulls off a Black Hole Backbreaker, and then spots a baseball bat handily positioned in one of the corners. The fans wince as Freeman alternates baseball bat strikes with stomps, pinning Latino up against the barrier; bruises start to show on Latino’s skin, and only Latino’s tremendous willpower and extensive experience allow him to pull himself back to his feet, block Freeman’s next swing, and then deliver a sharp headbutt to break up his opponent’s rhythm.
With pain mounting, Latino decides that drastic action is needed. He falls back around the ring, as if desperate for a period of respite; Freeman is not about to let him have such a thing, and pursues closely. Too closely, for he walks straight into an almighty whack from the steel chair which Latino deposited earlier; the crowd cheers, and the cameras capture a trickle of blood from Freeman’s forehead as he collapses, temporarily stunned. The fans want more, and Latino is the man to give it to them; leaving Freeman be for a moment, he finds the join on the outside mats, and pulls a section up, revealing bare concrete. Quickly, he pulls Freeman on to this, and then gets up on the security barrier; time is of the essence, and so Latino jumps from here into the Drunk’s Stumble (Corkscrew Moonsault). The impact is still extremely powerful, and the crowd wonders if Freeman can possibly have all his ribs intact; the answer appears to be yes, as Freeman shoves Latino away from him before the referee can even get into position for a count. Fatigue is starting to show in Latino’s eyes, but he definitely seems to have the upper hand...
All matches are ultimately about control, a fact which Freeman knows very well. Ever devious, he hears the jeering of the fans, and a plan forms in his head. Breathing hard, he rolls over the security barrier and starts heading toward the exit; Latino sees him, and though he realises the risks, he jumps over the barrier and gives chase. About midway up the front block, Freeman turns, and unleashes his fiercest attack yet; the two men let rip, thrilling the fans with their earth-shaking blows until Freeman throws the already-tattered rule book aside and tosses Latino into the actual seating area.
Edison: Watch out in the cheap seats, guys!
McNally: Those seats are hardly inexpensive... Ginger won’t be happy if people start demanding refunds.
The fans scatter, and Latino’s mobility is cut to almost nothing; Freeman drives him backward across the entire block, landing blow after blow, to emerge on the other side, topping his attacks off with a dropkick. Latino almost cracks his head on the hard floor, and this gives him a desperate idea; he rises already in the action of delivering an uppercut, and Freeman is stunned just long enough for Latino to grasp, invert him, and then nail a brutal piledriver. The place goes nuts, and Freeman looks to be knocked out; but Latino has taken a lot of punishment to get to this point, and there are several crucial seconds’ delay before he even attempts a pin. As soon as he does, Freeman reacts, flipping him over to reverse the situation; it almost stops the match dead in its tracks, with Latino kicking out at the last moment. Some of the crowd cheer, but others are getting concerned; how much further will this match go?
The referee is becoming concerned, too; despite it being a street fight, he is determined to contain the action to the area around ringside, and as the two men slowly get up, warns that he will stop the match as a no-contest unless the competitors comply. Neither wishes this situation, and again Freeman leads the way, putting on a burst of speed to get back to ringside and get hold of a new implement of destruction. Latino is hot on his heels; Freeman grabs the ever-popular road sign, and smacks Latino with it as he dives back over the barrier. The ringside crew, perhaps wisely, have replaced the matting Latino dislodged, which is fortunate as it gives Latino himself a slightly softer landing as he rolls aside to avoid Freeman’s next swing. Looking for something to even the odds, Latino retreats around the ring corner; there’s nothing obvious in the area near the announce tables... but then, karma comes-a-calling for Freeman.
McNally: Hey, over here! Yes, I’m talking to you!
Latino sees McNally signalling to him; Freeman rounds the corner at speed, straight into a hastily raised boot from his opponent. Freeman staggers momentarily, which allows Latino to find out what McNally wants.
McNally: Why don’t you give this a try?
The fans, Latino, and Eddie Edison are all amazed as McNally produces an ornate brass candelabra from under the desk. Latino tests the weight; it’s clearly a quality piece. A grin spreads across his face, and the fans get enthusiastic as he closes in on Freeman. The cameras capture a momentary look on Freeman’s face which resembles that of a bit-part character in a horror movie who knows the monster’s right behind them-
CRACK. Latino wallops Freeman with the candelabra; Freeman raises his arm to protect himself, and immediately realises this is a mistake, as he yelps in pain. The crowd whoops as Latino pursues Freeman around the ring, determined to “lamp” him a second time.
McNally: YES! Give that scoundrel a good seeing-to!
Edison: ....er, are you ok, Max? – OW! That looked like it hurt!
McNally: Not nearly as much as my medical bills did after Fallen Heroes, Eddie. GET HIM, LATINO! Oh, good shot there! I think Freeman’s looking a bit “light headed”, eh, Eddie? Wouldn’t you say? Hehehe!
Edison: Jeez, remind me never to miss you off my Christmas card list, Max.
Latino continues to lash out at Freeman until the candelabra is finally wrenched from his grip; Freeman throws it as far as he can away from the ring, and sets about repaying Latino with a series of punches which culminate in him whipping Latino into the ring post on the outside. Latino grimaces, and Freeman does too; both are now showing visible bruises, along with a selection of cuts and scrapes. Freeman is determined to make an emphatic example of his opponent, and as Latino tries to come back at him, Freeman digs deep and hits a running version of his Shining Axe Kick. Latino collapses and is ripe for a pinfall... but Freeman just looks at him with disdain.
Edison: What’s he up to? He could win the match right here!
McNally: This isn’t about winning, Eddie. This is about devastation, pure and simple.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:19:03 GMT -5
Ignoring the jeers of the crowd, Freeman roots around under the ring, and the noise steps up several notches as he pulls out a ladder. He sets it up on the outside, near the ring; Latino gets up, and his expression becomes serious. He understands that the match is approaching its decisive phase.
Freeman makes use of the ladder at once; he climbs quickly up a few feet, and then leaps off backwards, somersaulting into Latino and knocking them both to the ground. Latino grabs on to Freeman from behind, and tries to choke him; Freeman thrashes to get free, and the two rise still fighting one another. Latino sees a chance and whips Freeman into the ladder; it’s well set up and stays standing, and Freeman roars back, charging Latino and clotheslining him down. The crowd chants, and Latino claws his way up; Freeman spins on his heel and races back, but Latino throws his arm out in a discus lariat, arresting Freeman’s momentum. The fans go ballistic as Latino busts out the Switchblade Cut, laying Freeman out near the ring; with the crowd getting louder and louder, Latino gets to the turnbuckles and ascends.
McNally: Wait a minute – this can’t be....
Edison: It is! To the outside of the ring!!
Latino spreads his arms, and then literally brings his vengeance down on Jason Freeman, producing the Coqui’s Flight (Frog Splash) and causing the entire arena to erupt. Latino smiles, and stays in place for the cover, 1.....2...-
Edison: NO!
McNally: DAMMIT all to hades and back, how did Freeman kick out of that?
How, indeed? Latino must be asking himself the same question as Freeman breaks out of the cover. Every part of his body aches, but Freeman looks to be no better off, and as he gathers his strength, Latino sees the ladder behind them. It’s a dirty job, but evidently it has to be done...
Latino kicks Freeman in the ribs, and then sends him head-first into the security barriers. Freeman’s legs seem to lose their strength, but this only makes Latino more determined. He drags Freeman to the ladder, and attacks him head-on; Freeman has only one direction to go... upward.
The crowd watches as the two slowly ascend; Freeman fights against Latino the whole way, but Latino is set on neutralising the threat to his family. Thenoise reaches fever pitch as the two men reach the summit; Latino’s punches build, and his anger becomes absolutely obvious; he nearly punches Freeman clean off the ladder. But that’s not what he’s aiming for, and as Freeman teeters after a striking blow, Latino wraps his arm around Freeman’s waist...
McNally: This is going to be it! Latino’s going for the Rican Sensation!
Edison: Freeman will be lucky if he can walk after this!
...and in that moment, Freeman mirrors Latino’s movement. Prepared to endure almost any amount of punishment, to take almost any risk, he pushes off before Latino can do so, and turns the famed move against its originator. The pair come down on to the unforgiving metal ramp – and it is Latino who lands first, taking the brunt of the impact. The crowd screams.
Edison: OH MY LORD!
McNally: No, of all the tricks to pull... someone get the medics out here!
The medics are already being summoned; the crowd watches, dumfounded, as Freeman makes the cover. The referee has to abide by the street fight rules, and makes the count, though the outcome is obvious to all.
1.....2....3.
Philip: Here is your winner.... Jason Freeman!
The crowd isn’t exactly thrilled with the result; they boo Freeman, who gets up and casts an impassive eye over his opponent. Latino begins to stir as medics arrive; for a moment it looks as if Freeman will start his attack over again, but instead he just raises his arms, and walks away quietly to the back. His calmness is almost eerie...
The camera lingers on a shot of Latino being helped up as the show cuts to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:20:42 GMT -5
Famous Last Words Dan White, Dave Shadow We're in the beautiful country of Italy, for tonight's Spring Into Hell show, and likewise we're halfway through the road to ACW's fifth annual showbiz event, as Omega Effect V peeks just around the corner. But before all the glitz, glamour and fanfare, there are a grudge aplenty to cancel out. Many big matches on the card, and for two men, it's an event which will sort out one of the hottest feuds in the company.
The camera opens up and there's a huge pop, but likewise large jeers, as Dan White and Dave Shadow stand next to each other head, on, with a stern glare shining through towards the other person. But alas, there is a twist! The two men then turn to the camera, and it begins clear that they were never in the same room with each other, or if they were then surely one clip was filmed before the other. Anyways, both men look towards the camera, and ready to give their final thoughts ahead of the night's match.Dan White: You know, Shadow. I'm not worried about the fact that Gingerdude is the special guest referee. I'm here to smash you up. And even if you manage to pull enough jokers out your hand, you'll be lucky to walk out of here in a better state than me. --- Dave: Dan, I don't need any help to beat you here tonight. If I wanted to beat you, I could easily do that in a simple one on one match. But this match tonight is about something else. It's about humiliation. It's about ending this problem I've had for a long time now. Dan, tonight this is not about winning a match, but winning a war. And when it's said and done Dan, I will stand tall, and you will have lost everything you hold dear. --- Dan White: I have absolutely nothing to lose in this match. I don't have a reputation on the line. I'm only here to prove to the world that you're nothing more than a coward, a coward that has to resort to hiding behind the establishment's back in order to gain anything. --- Dave: You can call me a coward, you can call me a brown noser, you can call me whatever you want. But by the end of the nigh, you and everyone else will have absolutly no choice but to call me....the winner.--- Dan White: I'm going to make sure that I give you my absolute worst. You're going to feel like a hurricane has attacked your body. There's no way in hell that you're gonna be able to survive what I've got. I'm going to give you the beating that I, and so many people in that crowd, would crave to give you. --- Dave: Tonight, I take out a the real liar. The real cheat. The real hypocrite of ACW. Just like I took out Alicia at the Fallen Heroes battle royal. Just like how I took out XS3 last week on Meltdown. Tonight, I check another ACW "legend" off my list when I destroy Dan White in the middle of the ring. I garruntee that by the end of the night, you will all accept that I am an ACW legend in the making.--- Dan White: I am ACW's most dangerous ever wrestler. I broke Josh Robertson's arm. Last year I injured Senator Steve Phillips. And you're gonna be in tatters, boy. You're gonna wish that you never decided to fuck around with this Welsh Dragon, cos he's an angry fucker, and he doesn't go easy on his opponents. --- Dave: And I am the single fastest rising superstar to ever grace ACW with his presence. There is not one single person backstage tonight who has the sheer potential that I do. And there has not been one person I have HATED as much as I have hated Dan White. What you've seen so far is Dave Shadow the wrestler, trying to impress people. Tonight, you see Dave Shadow the vindictive bastard, who craves not only to beat Dan White but to have him have to retire once our match is finished.--- Dan White: You're the first in a long list of people, Shadow. And one way or another, I'm going to get you all. So you're gonna have to hide behind Gingerdude, cos I'm ready for a war. --- Dave: Tonight Dan, you're leaving this arena in an ambulance or a hearse. Your decision. You've decided to take a stand against Zero Tolerance, and I admire that. But it was very foolish. Tonight, Zero Tolerance eliminates one pain from its arse, and one detremental factor from ACW. And someday, these fans....they will thank me.The segment begins to fade, as both men turn towards 'each other', and both appear desperate for victory. We'll find out soon enough...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:21:02 GMT -5
“BELIEVE IN ME AGAIN” Credit: Thunderkiss [In just over a month, he will take the most important walk in his entire life. There are only a handful of people who have walked out of the entranceway at Omega Effect for the main event and even fewer who have returned victorious. History always remembers the champions and not the runners up and it is for this reason that Thunderkiss is determined to walk out of Omega Effect ten pounds heavier. Ten pounds of GOLD heavier. While he is certain to be written into the history books, his opponent still remains an unknown. After tonight, the picture shall become clearer, the final pieces of the puzzle fit together. While this may be good for selling tickets and the pay-per-view buy rate, he concerns himself not. As we shall soon find out, its not whom he’ll wrestle that matters, but what type of champagne he wishes to bathe in afterwards. Well, to Thunderkiss anyway. The time is now. The place is in the ring.] Thunderkiss: Jake Steele. One year ago, you were a punk ass kid shining the boots of the talent just so you could be backstage with the big boys. To this day I am not quite sure how it happened but after I returned from my hiatus you were running the joint. Is it that you’re that good? Nope. I’ve been in the ring with you enough to know on your best day you couldn’t come close to my five-hundred percent. So then how did you do it, Steele? I’ve thought about this long and hard and can only come up with one solution. You didn’t, you fell into your spot, plain and simple. Who did you beat for the title? Jay Zero. Big fucking whoop. The belt barely fit the man, beating him is no feat. You’ve surrounded yourself with incompetent fools like Thunder Train so that you come off as some high class mother fucker, when in fact you about as lazy as they come. [The tone of his voice rages as well as the muscles in his body. As he struggles to control his trembling arm, he cannot stop thinking about the ACW World Title, HIS ACW World Title, being carried by one he deems unworthy. It is the highest of insults and he may not be able to wait another month to see this problem rectified.] Thunderkiss: Jake Steele, while some people are afraid to say it, I am not. I’ve always had the balls to say what others dare not and do what others fear. That said, it’s time to let it rip. You, sir, are a product of a non-talent wasteland, a wasteland that was left barren when FSX, Sarin and myself went on vacation. With the heavy hitters gone, one paper champion begot another until the watered down ACW World Title finally fell around YOUR waist. “Fast” Eddie Edison: This is getting more personal than a check, Maxy! Thunderkiss: It’s taken me almost three quarters of a year, Steele, but I’ve finally caught you. Now, I’ll have to give you credit, you were quite the runner. Hell, I’m sure that you’ve even impressed Hunter. Omega Effect V WILL be your dead end. There will be no way to go BUT through me and you CAN’T do it, champ. Hell, you might not do it tonight which leads me to my second topic .... Kiss Army Fan: OoOooOoOooOoOOoOoO NO!Thunderkiss: *pointing* That’s right. Macho, you were the one man in this business whom I looked up to, the one man who I wanted to emulate above all others. When I was paying my dues, something Jake Steele knows nothing about, by the way, I tuned into ACW just to watch you. I learned so much from you that the thought of beating you, surpassing you, became an obsession. At Omega Effect 3, I finally had my chance but I couldn’t do it. I’ll be a man; I’ll fess up, I have no one to blame but myself. I was still a little green, still a little unproven. Years passed and time eroded that failure but deep in the back of my mind it never completely went away, and when you returned from retirement this past Winter, it shot to the forefront like a bullet from a gun. Knowing you better than most, I knew you wouldn’t back down from my challenge for round two. This time I wouldn’t fail, this time I would show you that the student had surpassed the teacher and I did. The ENTIRE match you were on the ropes and being tossed around like a rag doll. I could see it Mach’, the look in your eye when you were thinking to yourself that it was a mistake coming out of retirement. And just when I went in for the kill shot, to finally place my foot upon your chest for the count of three, Jake Steele fucked it all up.“Fast” Eddie Edison: Of course, the Worldbreaker speaks of Auld Lang - Maxwell McNally *interrupting*: No! Don’t say it. Refer to it as a “Random December House Show.” “Fast” Eddie Edison: Uh... why? Maxwell McNally: Heck if I know. I just don’t want to get fired so I do what I’m told. Thunderkiss: While I know deep down who is the better man, the fact that it is not recorded as such drives me mad. I crave very much another chance to break you once and for all. Will Omega Effect 5 be that moment? Perhaps. This time, Mach’, know there is NO respect. In a short amount of time I’ve watched a once great man turn into something that has tarnished your legend, your legacy. You’re a poser, ‘Mach. A hick from the sticks acting like he’s a hot shot because he’s shot a few commercials. Well let me tell you something, bub, you don’t have what it takes to dethrone me as the king of transcendence. I have crossed over from the world of wrestling into entertainment and back again. I am a household name, something you’ll never be. Oh yes, Macho, you may be quite popular in Butterknife, Canada but there is only one true son of the Sunset Strip and crackerjack, you’re looking at him.“Fast” Eddie Edison: With close to three hundred million in box office revenue attached to the films he has stared in, he’s got the credentials to back that statement up, folks. Thunderkiss: Somebody asked me earlier tonight, who would I rather face at Omega Effect? Macho or Steele? My true answer is that I really don’t care. Either will be sufficient. Both would be a bonus. Truth is that whomever is in the other corner when that bell rings, they will turn into nothing but an overpaid punching bag. Don’t believe me? Then watch the big screen.[He speaks; they listen. The lights dim and the camera pans to the multi-million dollar billboard in all its glory.] Thunderkiss: That is your fate. That is my destiny. Move over Yoko Satoshi. Move over BK London. Move over Macho Man. Move over that other dude. Thunderkiss is coming. As that sweet child o’ mine always said, “her hair reminds me of a warm safe place, where as a child I’d hide, and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by.” I am not quiet, nor shall I pass you by.[Thunderkiss makes a souvenir out of the microphone by throwing it into the crowd and raises his hands triumphantly in the air. The fans respond with an exuberance the likes of which he has not seen in quite some time. In fact, the last time he received a pop such as this was when he won the ACW World Title against incredible odds. It was then that the people craved a true champion, someone worthy of adorning their wall on a poster, their television sets in true high definition and a tee shirt covering their nakedness. They found that champion in Thunderkiss, though their love waned through his own selfish actions. Time heals all wounds and one must ask if they believe in him once more. Based on the tonight’s reaction, the answer is a resounding yes.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:21:47 GMT -5
One More Round? Dan White We've not quite heard a lot from Dan over the past couple of weeks. The shock and sadness of not receiving a new contract, stemming from the defeat at Fallen Heroes, somewhat deflated Dan. It would be easy to follow parallels to a certain other top superstar from early 1997 in Shawn Michaels, with Dan gradually losing his smile more and more every single day. But today is there day that he can stick a massive two fingers up to the establishment, and bring down Ginger's protege, Dave Shadow. Gingerdude being the referee doesn't phase Dan, as the camera opens up. There's a large pop as Dan is seen with his arms crossed, with Charlotte standing next to him.Charlotte: Hello there ACW and Italy, we are just moments away from what looks to be a truly classic match, as Dan White goes up against Dave Shadow! Now Dan, we all know that you want revenge against Dave Shadow. He cost you, amongst other things, what looked to be a World title win a couple of months ago. Do you think, however, do you believe that the added stipulation of Chairman Gingerdude being the Special Guest referee may be a hinderance? Dan White: Well Charlotte, you know, you'd be right. I do think that Gingerpubes might be the reason I don't win the match. But to be honest, do I need to win the match? The way I see it, this is a No Disqualifications match. If I kicked Dave Shadow's arse for half an hour, made him bleed profusely out of every orifice, but only lost cos Ginger smashes me with a steel chair and drags his sorry carcass over me, then who has the last laugh? I'm telling you, Charlotte, Dave would walk out with victory, but he'd know DAMN well that I'd have walked out with the war won. Charlotte: And what about after Spring Into Hell? There has been a lot of discussion about where your future lies, not only in the fans here but all around the internet, and in the backroom areas. Can you shed some light on where your futures endeavors lie? Dan White: Well, in honest I'd like to give you a wisecrack and finish on saying “well you're just have to wait and see”, but in all honesty I don't have a Scooby Doo to where I'm going or what I'm doing. Omega Effect is around the corner, Omega Effect Five no less, and I face the risk of missing it because some bitter fuck has decided that he'd rather tend to personal grudges, than benefit the company he owns. He's a stupid prick. And if I have to resort smacking him in the face at one point with the 75 MPH Kick, then it's something I'll relish doing, even if I never get to step foot into the walls of this company ever again. There are slight boos from the crowd, but Dan shrugs his shoulders.Dan White: As shitty as that sounds, it's something that I may have to resort to doing. Charlotte: So if you don't come back to ACW, what are you going to do? Dan looks down, so the camera cannot see his eyes. It's clear that he has no idea what his future may hold if he does not take part in ACW proceedings in the future. But then he looks up, sporting a large grin, and responds.Dan White: Well, you're just gonna have to wait and see. Charlotte sighs and moans as a pop goes up from the crowd, and Dan makes his entrance. Despite his cockiness, it really felt like Dan White was preparing for his final bow. We have to wonder whether he'll be given the chance to do an encore or not...
Dan White vs. Dave Shadow is next!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:22:29 GMT -5
Match 8: No Disqualification Match (Special Guest Ref: Chairman Gingerdude) Dave Shadow vs. Dan White (Credit: Dave Shadow) Dan White vs. Dave Shadow Special Ref – Chairman Gingerdude Credit – Dave Shadow Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a No Disqualification match.“Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits the speakers, as the crowd all jump to their feet cheering. Dan White comes walking out through the curtains, his arms raised and a big smile on his face. Dan makes his way down to the ring and climbs in.Weighing in at 224lbs, from Cardiff, Whales....DAAAAANNNN WHITE!Dan poses for the fans in the ring, and backs into the corner, as “Come with me” hits the speakers. The crowd boo, but the boos double in volume as Dave Shadow emerges through the crowd with Gingerdude walking along side him. And his opponent, weighing in at 185lbs, he is from Drogheda, Ireland. DAAAAAAVE SHADOW!Gingerdude pulls on his referee’s shirt, making sure everyone knows who is in charge here tonight. The camera cuts to show Dan’s face; all smiles are gone, replaced with a look of deathly seriousness.Edison: Jezz, do you think Gingerdude might be slightly biased here tonight? McNally: Why ever would you say that? Before they climb into the ring, Dave and Gingerdude whisper into each others ears, organising a game plan. Dave slides in under the bottom rope and looks up at Dan, like a viper waiting to strike out. Gingerdude climbs up the steps and enters the ring as well.The bell rings and the crowd quieten down, ready to enjoy the match. Dave jumps round, starting to circle the ring, but much to his annoyance, Dan doesn’t follow suit. Dan’s eyes are firmly locked with those of Gingerdude, who stands back in a corner, his arms folded. Dave walks up to his opponent trying to get in his face, but Dan refuses to break eye contact with Gingerdude, as if daring him to try and screw him out of the match somehow. Dave begins to scream in Dan’s face, spitting on him. Dave: Dan. Don’t you dare focus on him. You’ve got enough to deal with.Dave lifts his hand up to his face and wipes the spit off his cheek. He gives Gingerdude a big smile, before turning and catching Dave with a massive right hook to the side of the face, flooring the cocky youngster. As Dave tries to climb back to his feet, Dan boots him full blast with a kick to the stomach, before shoving him back into the corner at Gingerdude. The ref has to jump out of the way to avoid colliding with his employee, as Gingerdude follows Dave in. Dave tries to lift his boot up to kick Dan in the face, but Dan grabs his foot. He pushes it down, and as Dave starts to beg for mercy. Dan starts throwing more big right hands, pounding down on Dave who slumps down, his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Dan continues the onslaught, relieving all the weeks of frustration that has built up. Gingerdude comes over and tries to get Dan to break and let Dave up. Dan turns and laughs at him. Dan White:The hell you going to do? Disqualify me? Gingerdude scowls at Dan, who grabs Dave by the hair and pulls him back out of the corner. He grabs his arm and whips him hard across the ring; Dave hits the far corner so hard that he flips up and over the top rope, falling out of the ring completely. Dan drops and slides out under the bottom rope, as Dave tries to crawl to safety, going round the ring. Dan follows him, as Dave crawls round the ring post. As Dan turns the corner, Dave hits out and kicks him in the gut. Dave jumps up and starts to throw forearms at Dan, backing him up into the crowd barriers and going on a wild attack. After a flurry of blows, Dave turns and walks away a bit. He brushes the hair out of his eyes, and laughs at the booing crowd. Dave charges Dan, but as he does, Dan drops his shoulder. He catches Dave and lifts him up and over the barricade, and throws him into the crowd! People go scurrying out of the way, as Dave lands across the seats awkwardly. He collapses to the concrete floor, as the crowd go nuts. Edison: Jesus, we’re going to get sued again! Gingerdude clambers out of the ring, trying to get security to move everyone back from Dave. Dan climbs over the barricade and starts climbing over seats, moving towards Dave. He bends over to pick him up, grabbing him by the hair and not giving Dave a second to regain his breath. As Gingerdude yells at him to get back to the ring, Dan brings Dave out to the aisle, and shouts at the fans to move back. When the space is cleared, he grabs him and drills him into the floor face first with a DDT! Dan jumps back up and starts to celebrate with the fans, as Dave lies motionless on the floor. Dan takes a seat and looks at Dave, staring at his body and wondering what to do next. He looks at Gingerdude and back to Dave. McNally: Well, this is usually where one would try and get one’s opponent back to the ring and go for a cover. But.... Edison: But I don’t think the referee is going to be too keen to count at this moment in time. Dan decides that there’s no point in just sitting there all night, and grabs Dave by the hair. He drags him towards the barricade, as Dave tries to clamber after him. More out of instinct, Dave’s arms and legs help him move, stopping Dan from ripping the hair out of his skull. Dave’s nose oozes blood, and his nose looks to be out of place, the DDT flat onto the floor obviously causing some major damage. Dan grabs him and starts to hoist him over the barricade, but Dave is trying to stay as dead weight as possible. Dan manages to heave him over though. Dave collapses and starts to crawl towards the ring. Dan throws a leg over the barricade, but as he does, Gingerdude gets in front of him. Gingerdude tells him to keep it in the ring, as Dan just moves round him. Dave climbs into the ring, trying to find some reprieve from Dan White’s attacks. Dan climbs onto the apron and starts to climb in after him.... ...as he does, Dave manages to get to his feet and connect with a straight up boot to Dan’s face as he climbs into the ring. Dan slumps down, dropped over the second rope with his legs outside the ring and his head and torso hung over the rope inside. Dave jumps and connects with a dropkick to the back of Dan’s head, as Dan falls back into the ring. He holds the back of his head, as Dave grabs him and tries to roll him over onto his back. Dave throws himself on top of Dan as Gingerdude moves in quickly to count. 1,2... Dan gets the shoulder up, but the crowd are less than pleased. Dave and Gingerdude look at each other, as the crowd start booing and hurling yet more abuse at them. Edison: I didn’t know Mr. Gingerdude could move that quickly. McNally: If there was any doubt over who Gingerdude wanted to win, after that quick count....I think it’s pretty obvious. Dave mounts Dan and, after wiping the ever-flowing blood from his nose, starts to reign down punches upon Dan, trying to hit him in the head. Dave grabs Dan by the hair and slams his head back into the canvas as well, doing everything he can to hurt him. Dave stands back up, and places his foot over the neck of Dan White, before grabbing the ropes and using them as he starts applying pressure. Dan waves his hands, trying to find some way to get out of the hold. Gingerdude shrugs at the baying crowd; it is after all a No DQ match up. Dave lets go of the move and grabs Dan by the legs, dragging him out to the middle of the ring. Dan tries to get his breath back, but has trouble doing so; Dave starts to drop big elbows straight down onto the chest of his opponent. McNally: Dave may be smaller than Dan, but the guy still weighs near 200 pounds. That weight constantly dropping down on top of you cannot be a good thing. Edison: That’s an understatement. Dan rolls over and tries to make his way over to the ropes, seeking out some form of protection. Dave follows him, kicking him in the back, leg and anywhere he can really reach. Dave slides out under the bottom rope, and grabs Dan by the head, dragging him over the apron so his head and neck is hanging out of the ring. Dave nails him with a European uppercut, causing Dan to recoil. Dan rolls out of the ring and collapses to the floor. Dave makes his way over to the announcing area, and grabs a chair. He slams it open and shut, causing the fans to boo. He smiles as he walks back towards Dan, who uses the ring post to pull himself back up. Dave lines up the chair and swings, aiming for Dan’s head. Dan ducks at the very last second, sending the echo of metal on metal ringing through the arena. The chair bends in half, wrapped around the ring post, as Dave swears quite loudly. Dan scurries past him, as Dave turns to try and catch him. Dave stands over Dan and lifts the chair to bring it crashing down on his opponent, but before he can, Dan ups his arm. Much to the crowd’s delight, he brings it up between Dave’s legs and drills it into the crotch region. Dave lets out a high pitched scream, dropping the chair behind him. Gingerdude stands in the ring, looking down and utterly stunned. Edison: I do hope Dave didn’t plan on having little Shadows some day. McNally: Jesus, there’s a scary thought! Thank you Dan!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:22:53 GMT -5
Dan grabs the chair, as Dave drops down to his knees, holding his crotch. He looks up at Dan and starts begging as Dan lifts the chair up with an angry glint in his eye. The crowd all cheer him on, wanting to see Dave get knocked the hell out. Dave shakes his head and puts his hand up, begging and pleading for Dan not to do it. Dan winks at him, as Dave closes his eyes, bracing for impact.
TWACK!
Dave opens his eyes slowly. He heard the chair make contact, but hasn’t felt a thing. When he opens his eyes, he sees why. Dan has turned his back from him and looks at Gingerdude. The chairman stands in front of White, with a chair in his hand as well. He looks at it, as Dan stretches his neck, shrugging off the chairman’s hit.
Edison: Gingerdude just saved Dave! McNally: Yeah, but I think he doomed himself in the process…
Gingerdude goes to swing his chair again, but Dan just swats it away. Dan has discarded his own chair as well, as he starts to walk towards the referee, Gingerdude retreating backwards. It’s his turn to beg for mercy now. Dan’s veins throb as he snarls at Gingerdude, pure anger and hatred in his eyes. As he walks back though, Gingerdude drops to the floor. Dan doesn’t have time to figure out why; Dave comes up behind him, grabs him by the head and pushes him face first into the ring post in front of him. Dan’s head whips back and he falls back to the crowd, his eyes glazing over and blood starting to flow out of his mouth.
As Dave checks on his boss, the reply shows the move from another angle; as Dan’s face hits the post, he doesn’t have time to lift his arm up to protect himself. Dan eats the post, quite literally, as the post knocks out two teeth. Cutting back to the live feed, Dan rolls over and starts spitting out blood, as well as the teeth. Dave sits beside Gingerdude, trying to regain his breath. The blood from his broken nose has started to ease up, but its going dry an crusty all around his mouth. Dave climbs to his feet, as Dan shakes his head. He lies back on the ground, his head absolutely ringing from hitting the post. Dave grabs him by the head and picks him up, having to use all his strength to get the bigger man back into the ring. He slides in after Dan and drags him over to the turnbuckle, putting his head on the bottom turnbuckle. Dan doesn’t have the energy to move as Dave runs at the opposite ropes, charges back and leaps forward, lifting his boots and hitting a double-foot facewash! Dave goes through the ropes out of the ring, as Dan flops down on the mat.
Dave dances in front of the fans mockingly, but it is a weary and forced dance. He looks exhausted, as he climbs back into the ring. Gingerdude manages to get back in as well, as Dave grabs Dan by the legs and drags him into the middle of the ring. Dave goes for the cover again….
1…
2…
NO! Dan gets the shoulder up, and Dave can’t believe it. He looks at Gingerdude, begging him to tell him it was three, but Gingerdude can only shrug. It was a clear two count. Dave starts pounding the mat with his fists, before jumping to his feet and moving to the corner. He climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and starts yelling at Dan to stand up. Dan gets to his hands and knees, and spits out more blood, as he tries to get up to a vertical base. He spins round as Dave takes the chance to lunge forward....
...Dan swings his leg round and connects with a big time roundhouse kick, smashing Dave in the face. Both men go down again, as the crowd jump out of their seats with joy. Gingerdude puts his hands on his head, gobsmacked that Dan was able to hit the kick on Dave. Gingerdude moves towards the ramp-side of the ring and starts waving his arms madly, as if motioning someone to come down to the ring.
McNally: Wait, what’s happening?
The crowd boo as several men emerge out through the curtains and start making their way down to the ring.
Edison: What the hell? There’s three men approaching the ring now.... McNally: I think it’s Gingerdude’s bodyguards!
Indeed as they climb into the ring, Gingerdude starts ordering them to attack Dan White. They start to circle him and kick him as he lies on the mat. Dan holds his arms up to his head, trying top protect it from further damage but he’s taking one hell of a beating. Dave crawls towards the corner, looking dazed and confused.
The crowd’s boos turn to cheers, as The Royles come running down the ramp and climb into the ring. Gingerdude orders his guards to focus their attacks on the fresh men entering the ring, as a mass war breaks out in the ring. Gingerdude moves round them, barking orders at anyone he can, as Dan crawls to the opposite corner as Dave. The two competitors look at each other from the other side of the ring, glaring at each other through all the bodies who rumble in the ring. As the Royles and the bodyguards all fight, Dave and Dan use the ropes to pull themselves up to a vertical base. They start to move towards each other in the center of the ring, but first they’ve got to clear some space. Dave catches the Royles one by one, throwing them over the top rope, as Dan clears the guards. Bodies are flying out of the ring, left and right, as Gingerdude looks on in horror.
As officials move down the ramp to try and deal with the fights, Dave and Dan meet in the center of the ring. Dave walks right up to Dan, both men with blood crusted all over their faces, as they start talking shit to each other. Dave may be the smaller man but he doesn’t seem intimidated as he pulls back and hits Dan with a massive slap across the jaw. Dan is stunned only for a second, as he pulls back and hits a big right fist to the side of Dave’s head. Dave stumbles and nearly loses his footing, going down to one knee. He tries to stand and throws another punch, but Dan backs away, as Dave swings at nothing. Dan grabs Dave by the head, and kicks him in the gut, before hitting a swinging neck breaker.
Dan gets back up, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, as he picks Dave back up. He moves behind Dave and picks him up, hitting a rear naked choke drop. He climbs right back to his feet and continues his attack, picking Dave up. He pulls Dave’s head back and applies a dragon hold, before dropping him down with a reverse DDT onto his knee. Dave collapses, as Dan signals he’s finished. Dan grabs the leg and covers.
The crowd count, but unfortunately, there’s only one referee. And he is standing in the corner, arms folded, and looking at Dan, shaking his head. Gingerdude outright refuses to get down to make the count, as Dan gets back to his feet. He moves towards Gingerdude, and grabs him by the collar. He pulls Gingerdude out and drags him to the middle of the ring. Dude begs for his life, but as he does, Dan doesn’t notice Dave climbing back to his feet behind him. The crowd try and shout a warning for Dan but he’s distracted by Gingerdude. Dan pulls his fist back as he gets ready to hit Gingerdude and get his revenge, but Dave runs up behind him. Dave jumps and brings his foot up, looking for a leg lariat....
It connects! But not with Dan! Dan moves out of the way at the last second, as Dave ends up blasting Gingerdude in the face with a massive kick. Dude collapses, as Dave looks on in horror. He crawls over to his boss and tries to wake him back up, but to no avail. He stands up, and its only now that Dave remembers he was aiming for someone else. Dave turns round. Dan catches him though, lifts him up....STUNT BOMB CONNECTS!
Edison: It’s over! The Stunt Bomb connects and Dave is out of it. McNally: Well, it would be over, only we’re missing a very important person. A ref! Edison: If anyone can hear me back there, get another ref out here.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:24:06 GMT -5
Dave lies in the middle of the ring, dead to the world. Dan looks at Gingerdude with a look of dismay on his face, but the crowd’s cheering causes him to look up the ramp. A referee comes charging down the ramp to everyone’s delight and slides into the ring. Dan lies on top of Dave and hooks his leg.
1...
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3!!!!
NOOO! Before the ref can finish his three count, Gingerdude leaps on top of him, preventing him from making the call. The crowd can’t believe it; they were all out of their seats, ready to celebrate Dan’s win. Gingerdude kicks the ref and starts laying into him, forcing the ref to flee the ring for his life.
Edison: Dan had this won! Dave was out of it.
Dan looks at Gingerdude with a “WTF” look on his face. He sits on the canvas beside Dave’s body, trying to figure out how he can win this match. He rolls out under the bottom rope and over to the announce desk. He grabs the timekeeper and fires him out of his chair. Dan picks up the chair and makes his way back into the ring. Gingerdude tries to stop him, but Dan lifts the chair over his head as if to swing at him. Gingerdude falls flat on his face, as Dan turns his attentions back to Dave...
Dave is on his hands and knees and lunges forward, connecting with a massive arm to the genital regions of White. Dan drops the chair, as Dave climbs back to his feet. He grabs Dan, and has to use all his power to set him up for the Vashta Nerada swinging neckbreaker! Much to everyone’s horror, it connects as Dan is drilled into the canvas. Dave hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
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2...
Dan gets the shoulder up at the very last second, as the entire arena climb to their feet cheering. Dave and Gingerdude go nuts, screaming at each other, amazed Dan had enough left in him to kick out. Dave screams at Gingerdude to pass the chair. Dude hands it to Dave who uses it to climb back to his feet> he stands over Dan who rolls over onto his stomach and starts to try and crawl towards the ropes. Gingerdude grabs his legs though and stops Dan from moving as Dave looks at the cameras, evil intentions in his eyes.
McNally: No, Dave don’t do this!
Dave lifts the chair and brings it crashing down on the back of Dan’s skull, as Dan’s body goes completely limp. Dave throws the chair out of the ring and kneels down, rolls Dan over and covers him. Gingerdude drops beside them and makes the count.
1....
2...
3!!!
The bell rings, as Dave climbs back to his feet. As he does, he stumbles back into the ropes. Gingerdude catches him and keeps him standing, though it looks like Dave could collapse at any moment. “Come with Me” hits the speakers, though the music is nearly completely drowned out by the crowd.
Ladies and gentlemen. Your winner....Dave Shadow!
Edison: God damn it! White just couldn’t overcome these odds. No matter what he did, Gingerdude and Dave were always going to screw him here tonight. I can’t believe this.
Neither can the crowd; as Dave and Gingerdude roll out of the ring and head up the ramp, they have to avoid the outstretched arms of the angry fans, who try and grab at them. Dave needs all the help he can get as they make their way back up the ramp.
McNally: This was an all out war, and even with their dirty tactics, Dave and Gingerdude only barely scrapped a win out of this. They should be disgusted with themselves.
Medics and ACW staff come rushing down the ramp and climb into the ring to check on Dan. He begins to stir, holding his head, the result beginning to sink in. As he climbs up, he pushes the medics away, refusing any help. As we fade after the match, Gingerdude throws Dave’s arm over his shoulder, having to keep him standing. But even as beaten up as he is, Dave knows he’s just pulled off the biggest win of his career thus far.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:24:21 GMT -5
"Luck Be a Snakepit Tonight" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Tonight's the night. Rattlesnake stands in the empty arena, looking over the Snakepit. A match of his own invention. He's won and lost there. Tonight is the night where he will add another win. This time against his long-time nemesis, Torak.
The two have quite the feud. They each despise the other's guts. It's only natural that they settle it in the ring one last time. After tonight, it's over. Tonight Snake plans to bury Torak once and for all.
Rattlesnake: And so it's come to this. Tonight, Torak and I will stand here and put an end to it all. On and off for seven long years, I've been involved with Torak. No end was ever in sight. With Torak gone, it seemed as if it was all said and done, but then the unthinkable happened. The monster returned. He came back with only one thing on his mind. Torment Rattlesnake to coerce him into a match. And that's just what happened.
Snake can't help but see the road that's brought him here. All of the torment just seemed to get to him until they stood face to face. Snake did even up all of the torment, but ultimately Snake fell into Torak's grasp. The ensuing match that would end it all would be happening soon. Unfortunately, no one knows how it'll turn out.
Rattlesnake: But Torak, you may think you have me tonight, but you'd best think again. Tonight's match is of my own design. I know everything about it. You, on the other hand, have never experienced the pain and fear that lies in the Snakepit. Tonight you will learn that fear and for the first time, the monster will be scared. Tonight you will learn to fear and respect the Snakepit. Tonight you will learn to fear and respect me. Tonight you will learn to fear and respect the escalato...oh wait. Scratch that one.
Rattlesnake walks along the stage, next to the Snakepit.
Rattlesnake: Torak, this is where careers come to die. Two out of the four people that have been in this match have already parted ways with ACW. This match...it changes you. Your perception of reality becomes skewed. Ultimately you never the same again. If you don't want to take my word for it...experience it. Come down and experience it. You think I'm talking trash, come down here and see that I'm not. I'll even show you why I am the Vision of Greatness, the Sultan of Swerve...the Kaiser of Constriction. I will show you once again Torak that I...WILL...STRIKE!
It's not a threat. It's a warning to all who wouldn't believe it. But later on, we shall see just what happens. What will happen though? Only one way to find out.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:24:42 GMT -5
Go With the Flow (or the Return of ACW's Prodigal Son) (Credit: Flamingo)
[The ACW cameras cut to a rather peculiar location, the roof of the area and they are not alone up there. Yes, for the first time in months, Adrian Flamingo is seen preparing for his return match against the Mega Star Alliance's XS3. Since Mickey had turned their dressing room and the hallway to it into a large party, Adrian apparently didn't have much other choice than to prepare for his match on top of the arena's roof. It was fine for Adrian, regardless, he could appreciate the isolation and open air more than others probably could. Adrian looked up from tying his boots up and smiled at the camera. This Adrian Flamingo looked a hell of a lot different than the one the fans last saw in Japan. He was clean, calm, with a smile on his face. His gear was now a little more flamboyant than the long black tights he had been sporting previously and his hair was now straightened out instead of a mess of matted curls.]
Adrian Flamingo: Miss me? Yeah, I think I missed all of you too. You know, fans, I didn't want to make my big return all mysterious or any of that other crap. Hell, every other week you have some anonymous asshole promising big things and leaving behind cryptic messages or nicknames... but me? That has just simply never been my style. Why in the world would I want to hide the fact that I was coming back? I'm ecstatic and, dammit, you all should be allowed to be too! So, instead of milking some suspense angle or acting like the Zodiac killer, I simply let you all know and let Mickey promise anyone a good time tonight if they wanted one.
[Adrian took to lacing the other boot as he continued looking up towards the camera.]
Adrian Flamingo: So, I guess the next thing I should cover is just where the hell have I been since leaving ACW after last year's anniversary show in Japan. Well, for about the first two or three months, I just stayed in Japan and helped a few friends of mine train some students over there. Maybe I needed the clarity or the peace from being there with some old friends, maybe I wanted to feel like I could contribute to this sport instead of harming it... but really, I was ashamed. For months, I truly felt that deep down in my heart that I was doing the right thing. I thought that by taking out BK London I could take his place at the top of the roster and I believed myself to be justified by London's length of time at the top of the company. I'm not a religious man, folks, but I truly think BK's victory over me was a sign that I needed to take a step back and truly evaluate what was going on in my head... and the match stipulation made sure I did so.
[Finished lacing, Adrian pulled his new pink ring coat over his white gear. This was a calmer Adrian and it showed. Despite returning to the company in the midst of gang wars between two factions, Dan White's war with authority, and Thunderkiss' war with his alter ego... Adrian Flamingo looked like he didn't have a care in the world.
Adrian Flamingo: Well, after a few months in Japan, I realized that I should get some help or at least someone to talk to about my problems. I ended up heading back home to California and I spent six months undergoing counseling for stress, anxiety, and paranoia amongst other things. Now, am I cured of the ticking timebomb? No. Simply put, what is done is done. I can't go back in time and prevent myself from breaking BK London's leg. That part of my career will always be a part in my life but the real important thing here is that I know how to control it. Fortunately for me, after I got my head back on straight, Mickey was there for me and we went through the process of figuring out whether or not I could compete and how, lord willing, I could get back into ACW. Well, it turned out Gingerdude thought that the title picture could use a kick in the ass and, quite frankly, I'd love to get a shot at a belt I never had the privilege of challenging for. Match made in heaven right? Well, as it turns out, Ginger isn't crazy about giving people automatic shots at the World title... or maybe he just wasn't crazy about giving ME a shot at the world title, who knows really? Regardless, I have to prove myself before I can even get a whiff of the damn thing. Fortunately, I was given the honor of choosing my return opponent and I chose you, XS3.
[While Adrian claimed that he didn't want to make any mysteries about his return, but he did anyway by choosing XS3 as his return opponent. They never had much to do with each other back when Adrian was previously on the roster aside from slight little jabs they would make at each other during promos, but even then it never escalated to anything.]
Adrian Flamingo: I guess I've been silent long enough, eh X? I suppose you want to know why, out of the entire roster, I chose little ol' you to be my opponent for tonight. Well, first of all, I'm sorry about the flamingo... that was all Mickey's idea. Why call when you can steal an exotic animal, right? Anyway, I chose you, X, because I always felt there was some tension between us that could be used to give the fans one hell of a match. You're a stubborn son of a bitch, I'm a stubborn son of a bitch, and we all know what happens when two morons who don't know when to quit start pounding on one another. Well, that was the reason anyway.
[Adrian's expression tightened up. He had a grudging respect for XS3 because he felt they had more in common then X realized. Hell, both of them were considered failures for not accomplishing material things in this company like X never winning the big belt or Adrian never winning any belt at all! Regardless, they both stayed mean sons of bitches for it and that gave them both a little bit of an edge over the multi-title holders who couldn't afford to, but usually did, get cocky. They were both winter soldiers – men who never gave up the fight or run from any man for too long. However, this business being the way it is, always had a way of keeping people from admitting their compatibility.]
Adrian Flamingo: All this month, I figured that the two of us would have a nice little match, give the fans a good show, and celebrate a job well done afterwards... but you had to run your mouth and fuck that up. See, X, I'm not Thunderkiss. I'm not going to run you down into the ground and call you a failure because you're not. You have family and friends who are always going to support you even if you are an Entourage member, a Road Stealer, or a Mega Star. Hell, the fact that you can go home to people who actually want to be around you is a victory in itself these days. No, X, you aren't a failure, but I am curious why you felt it was necessary to mock my achievements on Warfare last week. I don't want to get into details, kid, but my life has been hell for me since I popped out of the womb. I don't have a family, let alone friends, who I can trust and depend on. More importantly, I can't control my “dark side” by taking off a fucking mask. No, X, my problems come from years of neglect, alienation, and anxiety. I don't get the privilege of freely separating who I am with who I was and if people want to say I'm some sort of inspiration from doing so, then let them. Hell, if someone thinks I am an inspiration to get up and get their lives in order then let them! I didn't come back to be anything or anyone but myself, but I can still go to war with the best of 'em. So, really, the decision is your's: either we can go out there and you can try to show the world that I'm a hypocrite and we both end up getting hospitalized for our efforts... or we can go out there, have a good time, and head home with the satisfaction of knowing we did something special out there. I'm warning you, though, I am NOT a man of second chances, X, and if you make the wrong decision I'm going to keep coming at you until one of us is unable to get back up.
[The tension that Adrian had in his face gradually lightened up. This isn't how he wanted to come back, but he knew one thing he could say to feel happy and excited all over again.]
Adrian Flamingo: So, here is too a new start and a new outlook... but all I need to know is the answer to just one question. ACW... who ya gonna call to make a glorious return at Spring Into Hell? That's right... ACW's favorite son, “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:25:52 GMT -5
Match 9: XS3 vs. Adrian Flamingo (Credit: XS3)
Match: A Hero Reborn And A Villain's Departure Adrian Flamingo vs. XS3 (Credit: XS3)
The crowd is looking forward to this match.
Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing in at 268 lbs, he is wrestling his last match tonight at Spring Into Hell, XS3!
"Hail Destroyer" hits the arena and the crowd begins to boo but there are some audible cheers heard as well out of respect for what this man has done to himself for the sake of entertainment. XS3 makes his way down the ramp by himself and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. There is no posing, no special procedures, XS3 is solely about business tonight. The music fades and the fans begin to cheer; they know who's coming out next.
Philip: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by "Miraculous" Mickey Flamingo, from Venice Beach, California, weighing in at 215 lbs, please help me welcome back… "Astonishing" Adrian Flamingo!
The lights dim down to shades of pink and purple and fog rolls out over the entrance ramp. As "Solid Gold" by the Eagles of Death Metal kicks into gear, Adrian Flamingo comes out from behind the black curtain with a big smile on his face. Adrian does a small strut down the entrance ramp and ends it by tossing both hands up into the air, kicking off bright pink and purple pyro that spews down from the AlphaTron like rain. Behind him, as always, is his proud uncle Mickey Flamingo sporting a similar smock and clapping his hands above his hand, gesturing to his nephew. As the duo hit the ring, the house lights kick back on and Adrian poses on the top rope before his music fades out. He hops down on the canvas and turns to face XS3.
Bell rings.
Even after the bell has rang, the chants of "Flamingo! Flamingo!" never truly subside as XS3 looks around with a small nod. Adrian begins pumping himself before the two men slowly approach each other in the center of the ring. Almost going nose to nose, they then back off and circle each other cautiously before choosing to lock up. Adrian, being the smaller of the two, is slowly forced back into a corner where the ref comes in and tells XS3 to back off. He does so without a complaint and backs off again, daring Adrian to come at him again. Adrian complies and goes for a rear waistlock. XS3 fights out of it and gets a rear waistlock in, lifting Adrian up and dropping him to the canvas. XS3 goes to apply a side headlock but Adrian counters with the leg scissors. XS3 fights off of the move and the two suddenly arrive at their feet and share a standoff, getting a pop from the crowd.
XS3 and Adrian circle each other once more then Adrian opts to challenge XS3 to the time-tested test of strength battle. XS3 complies and has the Greco-Roman knuckle lock applied, almost forcing Adrian down to the canvas. Adrian has other plans and he rises up to his feet, not wanting to give in. However, Adrian soon smiles and quickly steps out of the way, causing XS3 to fall flat on his face. Adrian flashes a million dollar smile and Mickey shrugs his shoulders, both mocking and bemused. XS3 does not take too kindly to this and he rushes at Adrian, who ducks under a clothesline. Adrian strikes quickly with some backhanded slaps then follows with a series of Japanese arm drags. XS3 is stunned at the current moment and it doesn't help matters when Adrian leaps up and utilizes a head scissors takedown.
Mickey is going wild on the outside as XS3 struggles to get to his feet in a dizzy haze. Adrian then points at his opponent and grabs him by the head. He rears back looking for a wicked punch… but winds up poking XS3 in the eye with the hand he used to grab him by the head. XS3 lets out a string of curse words as Adrian covers his mouth in faux surprise. The crowd can't get enough of Adrian's antics as he then bounces off the ropes, looking to strike at XS3. However, XS3 shows life and he drops to the canvas, watching Adrian pass over him. XS3 gets to his feet and, in an impressive display of athleticism, leapfrogs over Adrian before bouncing off the opposite ropes and hitting the flying forearm smash on Adrian. Mickey looks disappointed and tells Adrian to fight back as XS3 covers, getting only a 1.5 count.
XS3 now has control of the match and he uses it well, throwing some fists in Adrian's direction followed by a clothesline. XS3 takes the time to mock Adrian by strutting around the canvas like a goon. Mickey points at XS3 and warns him, to which XS3 responds by flipping off the uncle of Adrian. Mickey looks fightin' mad but doesn't want to get his nephew disqualified so he patiently waits to see what else will occur in this match. All this time, XS3 had forgotten about Adrian, who rolls the distracted Canadian up. XS3 kicks out before three and ducks under a strike, nailing a sleeper hold slam for a two count. Despite the crowd's chanting, XS3 looks poised to win as he then hits a swinging spinebuster on the hero reborn, pinning for yet another two count.
As XS3 retains the advantage, he quickly applies a hammerlock and brings up Adrian for The New Game. Mickey urges his nephew to fight out of it as XS3 applies pressure that becomes firmer with every passing second. Adrian listens to the crowd's support for him and he responds to their enthusiasm by raising a closed fist in the air and raining down on XS3 with punches. Adrian puts the icing on the cake by biting XS3's forehead, causing him to let go. Adrian then springboards off the ropes and utilizes an arm drag that sends XS3 into the corner. The camera gets a shot of XS3's newfound cut on his forehead before panning out to see Adrian charging at him. Adrian eats the turnbuckles as XS3 swiftly dodges and rushes up to the second rope. XS3 then moves up to the top rope and flies off, hitting the Ralph Klein Special on Adrian that almost gets the win, had it not been for Adrian kicking out before three.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:26:29 GMT -5
XS3 senses that he now has this match in the bag and he tells the fans that it's over. The fans believe otherwise and the "Flamingo" chants come back with full force. As Mickey leads the supposed troops into battle, XS3 throws Adrian into the corner and hits some quick shoulder thrusts before perching Adrian on the top rope. XS3 soon follows suit and looks down at Adrian, shaking his head in disgust. XS3 grabs Adrian by the waist and looks for an avalanche Closing Moment. But Adrian shows life and punches away at XS3 before nailing a couple of headbutts that send the big man tumbling to the canvas. Adrian then turns himself around and sails off of the top rope with a Flamingo Splash, landing on XS3 and rolling backwards onto his stomach. The ref sees both men down and starts his obligatory ten count to see which wrestler will get to his feet. XS3 does at six and Adrian rises up at seven.
Adrian then ducks under a clothesline and throws some swift punches that connect with XS3's face before nailing a clothesline of his own. Adrian then bounces off the ropes, only to be caught in a wheelbarrow hold by XS3. However, Adrian was the one who instigated the wheelbarrow and he follows up with a stunner that almost gives XS3 the worst case of whiplash since the first time he saw Metallica. Adrian dropkicks XS3 onto his back then hits some knee strikes and a senton splash. XS3 is covered but he kicks out before three. Adrian then sees XS3 get to his feet and he ducks under another clothesline, connecting with the hangman's neckbreaker that gets him a two count. Adrian then picks XS3 up and goes to the apron. The crowd wonders what Adrian will do here but it soon becomes evident when he hooks XS3 up a suplex. A Ghostbuster onto the apron perhaps?
Alas, it is not to be as XS3 fights out the hold and rocks Adrian's ribcage with fists. XS3 then backs off and hits a spinning side kick, sending Adrian to the floor below. As Mickey checks up on his nephew, he looks over and spots XS3 dashing off the opposite ropes. Adrian is rising to his feet but Mickey sacrifices himself for his nephew and takes the full brunt of the Phoenix Pounce. All three men are down outside the ring with Mickey being the most hurt of them. Adrian goes to check up on his uncle but XS3 is soon back up and he grabs Adrian, tossing him back into the ring. Adrian is beyond annoyed now and he shows it by pummeling XS3 with fists that send him down into the corner. Adrian backs up and attempts the ADH-Knee but XS3 quickly dodges it. Adrian hops up onto the second rope to avoid contact with the turnbuckles but XS3 is also back up, picking Adrian up with a torture rack and quickly hitting the Burning Cradle.
XS3 does not choose to go for the cover but instead wants to finish Adrian off in true style. Adrian lays beaten on the canvas and XS3 crouches down in the corner, waiting for the Shadow Step. XS3 begs Adrian to get up and when he sees him do so, he goes to charge. But something stops him. Is it self-doubt? Is it a lack of confidence? It's none of those; it's Mickey tugging at XS3's ankle to prevent him from hitting his finisher. XS3 quickly kicks Mickey off of him and charges at Adrian, who leaps up and causes XS3 to run straight into the ringpost. XS3 goes down in the corner and Adrian finally hits the ADH-Knee with resounding effects. The crowd begins to cheer as XS3 is now in a dangerous position. Adrian has XS3 in his sights and he brings him up, looking for the 1980 Flamingo Special. Many fans rise to their feet to see if the move will be pulled off. XS3 has other ideas and he squirms his way out of the move, preparing for and connecting with the Closing Moment. Adrian holds his lower back in pain but that's not the most of his worries. XS3 charges and finally hits the Shadow Step, much to the jeers of the crowd. XS3 pulls Adrian away from the ropes and goes for the pin. He gets one and he gets two…
…but he doesn't get three because, with the heart of a warrior, Adrian kicks out in the nick of time. XS3 is in sheer disbelief as Adrian becomes only the second person to successfully kick out of the Shadow Step. XS3 looks up at the ref with a look like "Are you kidding me?!" The ref tells XS3 that Adrian did indeed kick out of the move and XS3 sighs, frustrated. XS3 soon gets an idea churning in his head, though, and he backs off and waits for Adrian to get back to his feet. XS3 soon catches Adrian and brings him up with a military press. Many of the hardcore XS3 fans know this move; it's his old finisher, the Winds of Destiny, which ends in a diamond cutter if hit right. Adrian looks to be hit with the Winds of Destiny but he soon begins to fidget out of the move. Adrian manages to do so, landing in front of XS3…
…and without even a notion as to what is about to hit him, XS3 is set up and driven into the canvas with the 1979 Flamingo Special. Adrian hooks the legs of XS3 and gets the one… two… three.
Bell rings.
Philip: Here is your winner, "Astonishing" Adrian Flamingo!
Mickey soon enters the ring, though he stumbles due to the Phoenix Pounce from early on, and he is the first to congratulate his nephew on a monumental win. XS3 lays on the canvas, breathing hard and finally sighing in relief that his career is over. The referee and Mickey stand on both sides of Flamingo and raises his arms in victory. The crowd show their respects to the hero reborn as he climbs the turnbuckles and feels the passion of wrestling return to him. Flamingo sets down on the canvas and soon comes face-to-face with XS3. The two share a small staredown before XS3 offers his hand to Flamingo. In defeat, XS3 remains a sportsman and a handshake between the two is shared. XS3 soon leaves the ring and much like Flamingo did when he was forced by BK to leave ACW, he heads to the back without a fuss or a grumble. Meanwhile, Flamingo continues to celebrate his hard-fought victory.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:27:00 GMT -5
Segment: Unleashed Credit: LyCoS
Spring Into Hell is turning out to be one exciting night that the fans will remember for a LONG time to come. As we get closer and closer to the big main event that everyone came to see, there is another big part of the show that has yet to happen. Not a match. Not an interview. It is that time of the night, where the beast, Lycos, will be unleashed.
The fans intriguingly watch as the ring crew takes off the ring ropes facing the entrance. A young man, probably early twenties, walks out from the back wearing a suit and holding some papers. It is clear by the way he walks and fumbles with papers that he is trying to impress somebody. He gets in the ring and grabs a mic.
Chuck: Helllloooooo ladies and gentlemen! I am Chuck Evans. Most of you probably don't know who I am, and that's fine. I am new here to ACW. I was recently hired as a road talent agent straight out of college. As a rookie prank, ACW decided to send me on a mission, a mission that everyone thought impossible. They sent me to go track down the "Urban Legend"...Lycos.
The crowd cheers at hearing the name of the beast that has been so strongly promoted in ACW.
Chuck:Well little did they know, it WAS NOT impossible, and good old Chuck came through! You should have seen the faces of ACW management when I walked back into Head Quarters with the beast in tow! Now, I could go on about my awesome adventure and how I tracked him down, however, I know that all you fans would much rather see him for yourselves. So with out further a due, I present to you...the most feared beast in all the world. A true 9th wonder of the world. ACW fans, I present to you....LYCOS!!!
The fans all stand up and clamber over each other to try and get the first picture of Lycos as a tribal drum beat starts blasting over the loud speakers and the light go out. For a while, all that can be seen are the flashes of camera's around the arena. As the tribal music intensifies...a spot light shines on the entrance way and the fans explode in cheers. For on the ramp is an image to remember. Lycos 6 men, dressed in tribal outfits, stand holding a cage. Inside the cage stand Lycos, clutching his left fist in his right hand, his head hung down so his long black hair covers most of his face.
As the fans all snap pictures, the six men started making their way to the ring, carrying Lycos in a slow, calculated step. They get down to the ring and slide the cage into the ring and then they all make their way to the back. Chuck sits with a huge smile on his face, obviously proud that he made this historical moment possible. As the crowds cheers die down, he pulls a key out of his pocket and raises the mic to speak once again.
Chuck: Are you guys ready??? Lycos are you ready to be Unleashed???
In the cage Lycos gives a slow but sure nod. Chuck takes the key and unlocks the door before quickly taking a step back. After a pause for a few seconds, Lycos kicks the door wide open and explodes from the cage much to the delight of the crowd. He looks around at his surroundings...his new home. Once he feels comfortable he jumps on top of the far turnbuckle and lets out a howl that echoes across the arena. The fans howl back at him, and for the first time in his life, Lycos smiles. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and paces around the ring.
As he suddenly stops short as he becomes aware of three men in wrestling gear walking down to the ring. As they get closer to the ring they are forced to halt as Lycos bears his teeth and gets on all fours, ready to attack.
Chuck: Lycos, calm down, its ok! I brought out these men for you to show the world your skills. A little match of sorts. Its ok guys, come in!
The three men climb in the ring from different sides as Lycos sits ready to fight.
Chuck: Before we do this I just need you to sign this contract Lycos. Just to make everything officia...
Before he can finish Lycos jumps up at the first man in front of him, grabbing his head and slamming him to the mat face first. The other two men jump in now and start punching the back of the Lycos, keeping on his knees for several minutes. Almost effortlessly, Lycos pushes up, knocking both men back. One steps up and Lycos cracks him the jaw with a right a hand. The second steps up and he receives the same treatment. The man runs at him again and Lycos picks him up in a spine buster but instead of slamming him down he walks to the side of the ring and throws him out, sending him crashing to the floor.
He gets down on all fours again and as the second man runs at him, he jumps up and hits him with the "Prowl" (Think Alpha Male's "Pounce") sending him flying out of the ring as well. He gets up and starts stalking the third man who is cowering in the corner. He runs at him and delivers a kick to his face the not only busts open his head, but sends him crashing to the mat.
He picks up the head of the fallen man and starts delivering hard right hands, letting the blood pour from his head. He finally picks him up in a power bomb and drops him in the corner, the mans head hitting the turnbuckle in an unpleasant manner.
As Lycos looks at the blood on his right hand, Chuck nervously walks up to him with the ACW contract. Lycos takes his right hand and smears the blood all over the contract. With that, Lycos walks out of the ring and into the back, the fans still cheering and Chuck still stunned at what he just witnessed. Did he make a mistake by unleashing this animal into ACW?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:28:33 GMT -5
Segment: The Gift of Phoebus (Credit: Freeman/??)
It’s been a long, long night for Victor “Latino” Laureano.
There are few things so disheartening as the period of time after a lost match. As much as he is able to console himself with the fact that Jason Freeman’s victory has come at an equally heavy physical toll, he rues the mistake which cost him the contest. Tired and aching just about everywhere, he can only hope that Freeman’s bizarre fixation with his wife will have lost its apparent hold over him. All Latino wants to do now is get back to his family, and who can blame him?
Unfortunately, his every move is being scrutinised by unfriendly eyes.
Jason Freeman is still wearing his ring gear; dried blood from his injuries remains on his skin. He has been monitoring Latino’s whereabouts since the match ended, and now he slides, shadowlike, in Latino’s wake, following him out of the back door of the building. He ducks behind a concrete pillar as Latino turns sharply around. He barely dares to breathe.
His instincts tell him that his target will soon be in range.
Latino stands still, seemingly taking in the night air, but actually listening closely, all his senses on alert. He looks directly at Freeman’s position, and for a moment the paranoid side of Freeman’s personality feels as if he can see through the solid material. Time drags... and then Latino sets off, furtive and moving quickly as if he can’t wait to get away. Freeman tails him, his heart hammering.
Latino crosses to a far corner, dimly lit, where a non-descript rental car is parked. As he gets close, Freeman sees something move in the shadows, and his heart skips a beat.
The couple can contain themselves no longer; Latino drops his bag as Alicia breaks cover, wearing all-dark clothes and her hooded top pulled up. They embrace...
Freeman comes from the side, leaping over the bonnet of the nearest vehicle, and clubs Latino in the side of the head. This is his moment; the match was always incidental, a means to an end and nothing more. Already weakened from the gruelling match, Latino is knocked down, and Freeman kicks him in the ribs, then in the head again; the double blow lays Latino out. Hands grasp him from behind, and wrench; Freeman spins around and clutches his quarry before she can dodge.
lFreeman: Ah...so predictable. I just knew that you two lovebirds would flock together.
He holds a hand over Alicia’s mouth; his disturbed mental state makes him strong even after his earlier match. In the gloom of the corner, he can’t see the look of fear which must be on Alicia’s face; but this doesn’t worry him greatly. There will be plenty of time for him to enjoy that at his leisure, later.
Freeman: You like cars, right? Why don’t we go and take a little ride?
He applies a sleeperhold; he only has to incapacitate her long enough to get her to his waiting car, and then...
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