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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:06:36 GMT -5
Match 4: Hitman of the Gods vs. Jonny Spade
Will be posted when recieved.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:07:12 GMT -5
===================== Summer Break 1/7 Chris Phenomenal ===================== The dusty streets of Harlem are home to rats, figuratively and literally, they are home to those who have been hit hardest by the economic recession. All around there are signs of immense poverty, people struggling to make ends meet for themselves and their families. For many they’d avoid this place of despair like the plague, but for some they can’t wait to return back to their home, a place they’ve been kept from over the past four months. Homesickness comes with the territory of being a professional wrestler, and with the ACW Summer Break now upon us, what better place to spend it than at home, right where you belong. Add in the request of your first love, someone you haven‘t seen in three years to return and you have bloody good reason to walk the streets, even in the dead of night as Chris Phenomenal does.
Feet pounding the pavement, right then left as he turns and looks at the graffiti covered buildings on his right, a vagabond shivering against the nights chill as he huddles closer to the building trying to take advantage of the heat escaping from the buildings. Chris walks around him, a look of pity on his face before he veers to his left avoiding a syringe and a used condom lying on the ground. Down the walk he continues, looking straight ahead as he steps off the curb and looks to his left and spotting two men conversing, one receiving a small white baggie filled with Cocaine as he hands over a c-note. Chris smiles, remembering his first drug deal as he strolls across the street, inhaling the putrid air and exhaling as he steps up and noise from an overhead window can be heard from the street below, the sound of cheap sex with a prostitute reverberating off the walls.
On he continues, this time past Rucker park, a landmark for many of the people in Harlem where they wasted their childhood, the real school for nine tenths of the youth who‘ve walked through their. If anything has been maintained in Harlem it‘s this venerable court as even in the fading sunlight it’s still packed. Those with skill, and those who don’t partaking in the one thing they can all agree on, and can do for hours, passin’ the rock around. Chris smiles as he walks past as a few people shout at him, welcoming him back and inviting him into the game. It tears into Chris, his face showing he wants to accept the invitation but his heart tells him that that part of his life has passed and that he needs to get home. He waves at them and shakes his head before continuing past as they resume their game.
On Chris continues throughout the Harlem night, pausing for a few moments helping an elderly lady up the stairs to her apartment building before walking away. Despite his nature and lack of concern for the citizens of ACW Island and from their, the other parts of the world back home Chris would do nearly anything to give people a hand. Another two dusty blocks go by until Chris walks past an auspicious vacant lot, surrounded by buildings. There is signs of ruin, the charred remains almost as if the building was set on fire, due to an explosion, something that can be confirmed by the lack of a northern wall on the building to it’s side. Chris pauses for a second staring at it with misty eyes and shivers as a chill runs down his spine. It takes a few moments for Chris to gather himself before starting back along the path.
Eventually Chris begins to walk up a small incline, a smile turning around his face as he turns the corner and spies the only white picket fence in Harlem, his home and a familiar red Camaro parked in the driveway. Upon sight of it Chris breaks into a dead on sprint, heading towards the house with the door wide open that can only mean one thing. Chris takes the three steps onto the modest porch in one leap and runs into the door, the smile as wide as the moon in the sky.
Chris Phenomenal:[/color] PAIGE!Chris waits for a moment, the sound of a car engine starting before he hears a fell shriek from outside.
Paige: CHRIS! With the feral scream coming from the outside Chris turns back and heads out to the porch as the door of the Red Camaro slams shut. As soon he steps out into view of the car it pulls out of the driveway as Chris takes the steps in hot pursuit, Paige forced against the window as a Spanish assailant tries to pull her back. Chris reaches into his waistband and pulls out his gun and follows the car, firing shots into it trying to take it out of commission as it roars down the street. Inevitably it takes a sharp turn and with one final shot Chris is out of ammo as he throws the gun at the car before hitting his knees and immediately tears come to his face.
Chris Phenomenal: NOOOOO!!!!With that the scene cuts to black as Chris pounds the pavement and stares skyward, cursing up a storm as some of the locals emerge from their house and stare at him.[/font]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:08:31 GMT -5
Pain [/color] Credit: VorteX [/center] The scene fades in to the warehouse that Vortex and Abel now affectionately call “The Lair”. Despite being a rather cliché name, the pair thought it was better than calling their residence “The Warehouse”. As we look upon the outside of The Lair, Abel can be seen walking hurriedly towards the door leading inside with a look of excitement on his face. This look is rarely seen and only lasts until Abel opens the door and steps inside… Abel: Dimitrius! I’ve found a lead about Dr… Sprawled out in the middle of the floor is Vortex, empty pill bottle in one hand and this on his head:
The rest of Vortex’s clothing appears normal, if not a bit tattered as if he was in a fight. Abel doesn’t step farther into the room as he knows exactly what’s coming.Abel: It’s too late… As if on cue Vortex sits up from the floor and ‘looks’ at Abel through the mask. Neither man says anything for a moment, and then suddenly….Vortex performs a backwards somersault. After completing his roll Vortex stays seated on the floor while Abel leaps backwards towards the wall in a defensive stance, expecting the unexpected.Vortex: Where in the world…is Dr. Winters?Vortex’s words were peculiar; however, from Abel’s point of view Vortex had not gone completely insane yet. Taking a best estimate, Abel guessed that Vortex was tottering somewhere between his normal self and Atrus. Whatever was in that bottle (most likely Exodus) wasn’t helping much, although it did seem to be keeping Vortex stable for the moment. Vortex: He doesn’t look a thing like Jeesus…talks like a gentleman…Abel remains where he is, which happens to be about 10 feet from Vortex. If Vortex were to suddenly throw something or otherwise attempt to harm Abel, he would have ample time to move out of the way. Vortex doesn’t attempt to roll anymore or even move for that matter, rather he just sits there singing “When You Were Young” by The Killers. The song choice strikes Abel as a bit odd and he become s more wary after registering who the artist is, yet he is not totally in ‘fight for your life’ mode yet. Vortex: Hey Beavis? What? Let’s go burn stuff! Ok Cool, COOL!Now Abel was worried. Vortex’s past statements were vague, however this one referred directly to what had happened to him at Omega Effect. Whenever dealing with insane patients, psychologists always watch for cues, or clues into their insanity. Abel knew the answer---fire---, however the question was if Vortex had any on him.Abel: Fire truck. A simple question, however such a question can be just as effective as an inkblot test in this case. If Vortex continued this little word game with other words referencing fire, there was a good chance he was holding some on his person. Either way, Abel nonchalantly reaches into his robes and searches for the tranquilizer gun he carries with him at all times. Before Abel had used a real gun to down Vortex, however that course proved it did not work and this time Abel was opting for a more subtle solution. Subtle does not necessarily mean less powerful, as these particular tranquilizer darts could most likely down a raging bull if placed appropriately. Vortex: Siren. Not the hoped for course, as Vortex was continuing the fire banter. Vortex simply sits there and sways back in forth in his Halloween mask, slowly beginning to tremble. In his mind, Abel counts the number of darts on him…three. Taking into account that Vortex most likely consumed at least two or three pills of whatever was in that bottle, three darts wasn’t going to be enough. In addition, taking into account that the bottle had a very good chance of containing Exodus, three darts was definitely not enough. Vortex: Smoke…and where there’s smoke…Abel had a fraction of a second to dive to the floor before getting a few flaming knives to the face. The movement was so fast that Vortex didn’t even appear to move at all, however the flaming knives sticking out of the warehouse wall behind Abel would tell otherwise. Before Vortex could move---and Abel definitely didn’t want that---Abel draws the tranquilizer gun from his robes and fires three times.
Before firing, Abel had landed slightly to the side of Vortex, which worked in his favor. The shots hit perfectly, one to the right temple, one to the chest near the heart, and one in the arm, which embedded itself in a vein. Unfortunately, all the tranquilizers did is temporarily slow Vortex down before he rose like lighting and charged across the room at Abel.
This two or three second pause was all Abel needed to regain his composure and he neatly sidestepped the raging Vortex who slammed directly into the wall behind Abel. Everything was going right for Abel at this moment as the needles were still embedded in Vortex, and all Abel had to do was take one out and deliver it straight to the neck. Abel did so, and unfortunately for him, the movies aren’t always right as Vortex was still standing…and laughing. Vortex: FIRE! FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE!The screams of joyous rage accompanied Vortex slamming Abel’s head into the wall repeatedly. Abel feared he was going to lose consciousness and nothing good could come from that. Vortex suddenly stopped using Abel’s head as a hammer and stood there for a moment. Abel’s mind was a mess and his vision a red haze, although he could still smell…gasoline. Every part of Vortex was coated in gasoline, and as Abel gazed up he saw the reason for the pause, and that was so Vortex could pull out a lighter. In an instant fire was everywhere and Vortex’s maniacal laughter accompanied his death grip on Abel. Abel did the only thing he could, and that was temporarily free an arm to jab yet another needle into Vortex…this time straight in the face. Finally the remaining liquid left in the vials were starting to take effect as Vortex slowly released his grip and fell to the floor akin to a burning tree.
Abel stands up and looks at the burning Vortex, taking in the irony of this scene. Vortex’s clothes were completely on fire, yet his mask was untouched. The very thing that plagued him the most at Omega Effect--the burns to the face--were ironically pointed out by the lack of the mask burning. Abel makes haste to put Vortex out—by stomping on him—to prevent any serious injury from occurring. As Abel stood over the smoking Vortex he knew two things, one was Vortex wasn’t going to be making it to the arena this Thursday, and two was he needed to find Winters, and fast.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:08:56 GMT -5
Segment: The Blame Game (Credit: Jay Zero and BK London)
Returning from a very brief commercial break, we find Jay Zero stumbling down the hallway in a confusion, looking desperately for where his own tag team partner has gone off too. Enraged over what just transpired in the ring and with beads of sweat dripping from his tired face, he looks desperately for the man that in his opinion has cost them the match. But on the other hand - it looks like BK is looking for him as well. As Zero turns the corner, a quick yell gets his attention.
BK London: There you are!
Quickly, Jay Zero spins around and upon hearing the voice of the man he desperately searched for, his eyes begin to burn.
Jay Zero: Oh, and where the hell have you been?! You got some damn explaining to do!
BK London: I've got some explaining to do?! What about you Mr. Tough Guy? Mr. I Can Win This Match ALL BY MYSELF! YOU were the reason we lost that match tonight!
Jay Zero: ME?! [/color]
Looking completely surprised, Zero's eyes grow about twice the normal size.
BK London: Yeah, you!
Jay Zero: No, no, no! You were the idiot that completely distracted the referee while I had the pinfall! If it weren't for you, Fitsharris never would have snuck in like that, and if it weren't for you, that match would have been over already! [/color]
BK London: It's called kicking out! Maybe you should try it some time!
Jay Zero: Oh screw you London! I save your ass at Omega Effect, and now this is how I'm being treated? I go out of my way to do some good, and now I'm getting the blame put on me? [/color]
BK London: The blame SHOULD be put on you! You refused to tag me in you Timothy No Tag! If you tagged me in instead of trying to go all Rambo on this, we would've won the match hands down. Hell - if you didn't tag yourself in while I was making The Capitalists look like the lame tag team that they ware, we would be up 1-0. But noooo!
Zero stares at London with a scowl on his face. He slowly starts shaking his head.
Jay Zero: Y'know what? When I came back, I knew I was going to be dealing with a whole lot of bullshit - but nothing like having to deal with you again. When we happened to win those titles, my first idea was to immediately vacate my half and be right on my way - but y'know something BK? I changed my mind. Why? Because for just one second, I had the craziest idea in my head - that your ego wouldn't get in the way! But look at us... Our titles are gone! We're stuck in a horrible set of rematches! And you -- you're no worse than the day that I retired you! You're the same egotistical bastard that you were when you decided to put your career up on the line against me! And how'd that work for ya? Not so well! So if YOU care about getting these titles back, how about you put that cockiness aside and get your head of your ass for once?! [/color]
Zero begins to turn around to walk away, ending it on a high note for himself, but London will have none of that.
BK London: And there's the pot calling the kettle black.
Jay Zero: Excuse me? [/color]
BK London: I'm egotistical?! Look at you my friend. I have experience and longevity behind my reasons to have somewhat of an ego - but you my friend have hardly been here half the time I have, and you think you're the greatest thing SINCE sliced bread. Get off your high horse and realize that your ego is just as inflated, or even more inflated than mine.
Jay Zero: Is that so?[/color]
BK London: That is!
Jay Zero: I want these tag team titles back! But if it means teaming up with you again, I think I'll pass! [/color]
BK London: My sentiments exactly! So until we have to actually do this again, you stay out of my way - and I'll stay out of yours. Because if you get in my face again, I will kick your teeth down your throat. Got it?
Jay Zero: I'd like to see you try London. I'd like to see you try![/color]
He takes on last final look at BK before sighing and turning around to walk away. It seems as if these two have a bit of unfinished tensions between the two. However, if they ever feel the desire to recapture the gold from the Capitalists, they're going to need to learn to work as a team. As Zero walks off, BK shakes his head in disagreement - this man knows what a team is, and he knows what it takes. Zero on the other hand has mainly been on his own. It's a group effort at this point, and change must come quickly... Capitalists lead 1-0.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:11:44 GMT -5
Segment save just in case.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:14:52 GMT -5
===================== Rattlesnake vs. Senator--ACW Heavyweight Title Match Chris Phenomenal ===================== *Ding Ding* Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Heavyweight Title. Phillip Jones: Introducing the challenger, weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifty seven pounds, standing six feet eight inches tall from Orlando Florida, he is the King of the Ring winner in two thousand and six as well as a former International Champion… Phillip Jones: RATTLESNAKE!!! The arena lights fade to black and two green spotlights shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after and the words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around to cheers from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He nods his head and jumps down. Phillip Jones: AND THE CHAMPION!!! Tonight he weighs in at one hundred and ninety five pounds, standing five feet eleven inches tall. He is the winner of the two thousand and eight fallen heroes battle royal, a former international champion and tag team champion. From Washington, DC… Phillip Jones: SENATOR!!! With the grand strains of Hail to the Chief playing, Senator steps into the enteranceway, and does a Nixon style Victory pose. He then crosses his arms rapidly as red, white, and blue tickertape shoots into the air from the entrance ramp. The Senator then walks to the ring, staring down his foe before clamboring in with the ACW title around his waist. He shadowboxes in the corner, punching the turnbuckle a few times, and then strikes another Victory pose in the middle of the ring before holding his title into the air for all to see. He then passes the belt off to Raymond Allen Fleming, assuming his regular post as the referee for the main event. He shows the belt to Rattlesnake, before raising it into the air before passing it off to Phillip Jones who ducks out of the ring. McNally: Here we are, second championship match of the evening and tonights main event. Edison: Senator concedes over fifty pounds and nearly a foot in this match but as evidenced by his stunning win at Omega Effect, you can’t underestimate that man.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:15:58 GMT -5
*Ding Ding*
With the sound of the bell the two parties emerge from there corners meeting each other in the center of the ring before they begin circling each other, pawing at the others arms before Senator shoots in, going down to one knee and grabbing Rattlesnake with a side waistlock, using considerable strength to lift him off his feet and then powering him down to the canvas with a well executed Greco-roman takedown and winding up in a dominant offensive position.
Edison: That’s what Senator has to do to win this match, neutralize the strength of Rattlesnake by using his superior technical ability and speed.
Senator takes a hold of the body of Rattlesnake and locks his arm across his face like he is going to lock in a cross face submission maneuver but instead throws his ups out to the side walking around Rattlesnake and in the process rolling him over into a trapped pinning position. Snake is able to easily to kick out even before RAF can make the count but in the process exposes the arm which is all Senator needs to put him into an overhead arm bar which again in turn forces Snake to arc his back to relieve the pressure as Senator then drops a knee to increase the pressure by pressing the knee into the back. Snake in turn rolls over back towards the knee enough to give himself room to quickly toss his hips and throw the arm that was previously caught forward and send Senator flying over the top of his body which in turn causes him to lose possession of the hold as Snake shakes his arm a few times as he gets to his feet with Senator.
McNally: Beautiful technical display by the Senator there, transitioning from one move to the neck and exploiting the tendencies of Rattlesnake.
Both men eye each other as they get to their feet and this time Snake doesn’t toy with his prey blocking the single leg attempt by Senator by delivering a knee to the midsection, and then a clubbing blow to the back of his head which dropped him to one knee. Snake stayed on the attack with a coy neck breaker, taking Senator to the canvas. Snake covers him with a lateral press as RAF slides into count the fall. …1
Edison: Going to take a lot more than that to keep the old man down.
McNally: Definitely in this match.
Snake picks Senator up and whips him into the far ropes and looks to hit him with a yakuza kick but Senator slides underneath and once Snake turns around looks to hit him with a roundhouse kick but Snake is able to catch it. That doesn’t deter Senator however as he takes Snake back down to the mat with a well set up Dragon Screw that Snake couldn’t see coming.
McNally: Well executed move there by Senator, and a sound strategy, working over the legs and taking out the base of the much larger Rattlesnake.
Edison: You’d think by now that the big guys would be expecting that kind of strategy and look to stop it.
With the leg of Snake trapped Senator decides that in an old school match like this it is only fitting to pay tribute to the roots of wrestling and executing Frank Gotch’s toehold with a cry out to the crowd in victory. Rattlesnake however seems surprisingly prepared for a move that is hardly ever used, using the free foot to sweep the leg of Senator as he pushes back into him, sending him stumbling as he prevents the fall but in the process lets go of the hold allowing Rattlesnake to roll over onto his back and cover up in preparation of strike. Senator decides to stay away allowing Rattlesnake to get to his feet, a small smile on his face.
McNally: Another well rehearsed combination by the Senator there.
This time with the two squaring off Rattlesnake is finally able to get a clear advantage by getting Senator engaged in a collar and elbow tie up and then backing him into the far left corner of the ring. With Senator trapped Snake releases the hold and goes to work with a body shot, and then a couple shots to the face. RAF steps in and orders to Snake to “Get ‘em outta the corner” to which Snake obliges whipping him across the ring into the other corner and following it up with a nice clothesline that rocks Senator.
Edison: Amazing what following the rules can do for you.
With Senator looking to be in a bad position Snake comes with a couple more head shots, even hopping onto the first rope to add a little more downward motion into the blows as Senator is forced to take cover as RAF tries to get Rattlesnake to pull him out before eventually starting his five count. Snake stops at four backing off the top rope as Senator looks dazed and stumbles out of the corner looking like he is about to flop over like another ancient of the wrestling world. Snake looks on ready for him to drop but Senators ploy has worked as he quickly shoots in and takes Snake down with another dragon screw and following it up with a few massive soccer kicks to the knee.
McNally: Senator seems to be one step ahead of Rattlesnake here.
The barrage of kicks continues as Snake tries to get to his feet, getting onto his hands and knees before eating a big kick to the ribs which send him rolling thankfully towards the ropes giving him a chance to gain reprieve. Snake uses the ropes to pull himself up and waits for Senator to commit but once again he doesn’t. The cold calculated meticulous style so expertly used at Omega Effect in use once again against Rattlesnake. Snake comes at Senator who engages with him again, Snake this time taking him into a side headlock and resisting the efforts of Senator to push out of the hold Senator goes for another Dragon Screw but this time Snake will have none of it, taking Senator down with one of his own moves in a little bit of one upsmanship, a back ipponzei wich puts Senator into danger as Snake has his back and his head trapped.
Edison: Snake is in a position to put Phillips back into his wheelchair.
Snake takes hold of Senator and delivers a vicious knee shot to the lower back, which causes Senator some distress as he tries to fight out of the chin lock that Snake has him caught in. Snake winds up for another shot and delivers it as Senator clenches his teeth. Once more Snake goes for the shot but Senator rolls onto his stomach and uses his arms to push him up into a position where he can execute a front roll through the hold, adding considerable strain onto his neck in the process but once he is through is on top of the arms of Snake and is able to use enough force to pry his way out and quickly scamper out of the ring to regroup as Snake looks on with a smile, taking it to Senator with a few moves from his own arsenal.
McNally: Rattlesnake came prepared tonight. He’s showcasing things we haven’t seen since he was Emperor of the Ring.
Edison: The ACW Heavyweight Title does that for you though Max. Many men have put on their greatest performances with it on the line.
McNally: Well ladies and gentleman I hate to do this to you but we have to take one final commercial break. Back after this.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:17:50 GMT -5
Returning from Commercial we see Rattlesnake and Senator down on the canvas, Snake rolling to his feet. McNally: Welcome back ladies and gentleman to Thursday Night Meltdown. During the commericial break we saw a breif brawl on the outside and then… Edison: Damnit you don’t need to tell them Max, we can show them exactly what happened. With that the screen cuts to a split screen showing Rattlesnake getting to his feet on one half while the other shows what happened during the break. During the BreakSenator is shown getting into the ring after his brief reprieve only to be met by Snake who slams his face off the turnbuckle causing him to stumble along the ring apron. Snake follows him and looks to knock him off with a haymaker that comes close but Senator uses the rope to catch himself and then comes back with a shot of his own. Snake goes to fire back but Senator delivers a shoulder block between the second and third ropes catching Rattlesnake right in the ribs bending him over. Senator reaches over and looks to take Snake out of the ring and to the floor below with a Filibuster but isn‘t able to muster the strength with the weird position is body was at, only getting Snake up to the second rope. Snake however for the first time in the match is able to utilize his significant size advantage, turning the failed filibuster into a vertical suplex, using the top rope as a slingshot to add impact to the move. |
TWO!!! In the mean time as that entire sequence was showing Rattlesnake had caught Senator with his Jab combo, four big shots a quick slither and then a standing clothesline that garnered the aforementioned two count. McNally: Rattlesnake appears to have taken control of this match. Edison: You can’t count Senator out. Snake rolls to his feet bringing Senator with him as he fires him into the ropes and then levels him with a Yakuza Kick, flattening Senator and once again covering him, this time rolling up into him with the leg hooked as RAF counts the fall. …1 …2 NO! Senator is able to roll his far shoulder off the canvas is Snake looks down at his adversary, the three high impact moves in succession appearing to have done a significant amount of damage to Senator. Snake gets to his feet and backs away, lining him up for his devastating Snakebite finishing manoeuvre as Senator struggles to his feet, turning around as Snake tries to lift Senator up to his shoulders. Senator however is not going to go away that easily, slipping off the back and landing right behind him McNally: Here we go. Senny grabs Snake and mustering up a fair amount of strength lifts up Snake for a low angle german suplex, keeping the hooks in as he rolls over and then capitalizes with a backdrop suplex. Finally he gets up the final time with Rattlsnake into a full nelson and breaks off into a sprint before delivering a full nelson bulldog. Edison: Senatorial series…DAAANNNGGERRROUUUSSSS The famed combination puts Rattlesnake down, quite possibly for the count as Senator pins him with a lateral press. RAF counting the fall …1 …2 …. NO! Not this time. Snake is able to power out quite possibly through sure force of will McNally: What a match up this has been, neither man willing to give an inch to the other. Edison: I’m not sure how much longer these men can keep it up. Senator rolls off of Rattlesnake as he looks down at his fallen foe in the center of the ring. Getting to his feet he backs away as Snake takes a moment to catch his breath before slowly getting to one knee before Senator comes at him full force and takes his head off with a massive Partisan Kick. McNally: That has to do it. Edison: Kiss Rattlesnake good night folks. Senator this time hooks the leg as RAF is already in position for the fall. …1 …2 … … NO!!! Once again Rattlesnake staves off Senator as he kicks out, the crowd now really getting riled up. Edison: I don’t know Snake is doing this, that’s two of Senators more famed moves in succession and they haven’t put away Rattlesnake. McNally: Snake said earlier he’d show us that he’s still a threat but not in so many words. Senator looks down, a little frustrated at the inability to put Snake away and decides that enough is enough and his strike oriented offence is not going to cut it tonight. He grabs a hold of one of the legs of Rattlesnake, looking for the Victory Lock II, but as he goes to fold the second leg over top, Snake sets up showing incredible core strength grabs the head of Senator and rolls back and over, rolling Senator up. Snake has both legs trapped and holds on with one massive arm, leaning back with the other and propping himself to increase his leverage as well as preventing Senator to roll out with his finishing move locked in, as RAF slides along the canvas and spying the shoulders on the mat slaps the mat. …1 McNally: What a move by Snake, making sure that Senator can’t roll through this.. …2 Edison: New world champion folks. … … NO!!! This time it’s Senator who barely is able to kick out as Snake looks on giving him a look we haven’t seen in a long time, the fire alight in his iris, flickering as Senator looks up and knows shit is about to hit the fan. He wearily gets to his feet but Snake drops him with a big clothesline, and then scooping him up before taking him down to the canvas with a massive Gorilla Press Slam, the impact causing the fans in the first row to wince. Senator is a little slower to his feet than he was the first time and even then it can’t stop the assault of Rattlesnake who picks him up into a fireman’s carry and then drops him over the turnbuckle Senny bouncing off right back towards Snake who scoops him up, carries him across ring and drops him into the top turnbuckle there. Snake repeats the same process on Senator on all four turnbuckles and on the last one decides to polish Senator off with a move he seldom uses, a massive choke slam that sends Senator into spasm. Snake drops to his knee letting out a hearty roar as the venom boils inside. He covers Senator and it appears as if the match is all over, the crowd chanting along with each count. …1 …2 …
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:18:41 GMT -5
NO!!! Senator once again is able to narrowly kick out.
McNally: How much more can either man take.
Edison: I honestly don’t know Max, both men are laying it all the on the line this evening.
Snake backs away from Senator stalking him once again, waiting for him to get to his feet. Senator can barely get to his feet having to crawl over to the ropes to pick himself up. Snake decides to finish Senator as he stumbles towards him, picking him up by his wrestling tights and going to lift him onto his shoulders but Senator hooks the head, leaning back and forcing Snake over and as he falls hooking the leg with Snake trapped in an inside cradle as RAF looks on stunned for a half second at the counter before counting the fall.
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McNally: Did he get it?
3!!! Yes he does, Snake was able to kick out but not before the three count as RAF calls for the bell as Senator rolls off of Snake and under the ring ropes as RAF ducks out and grabs his title, scampering around to give it to him as Snake looks on dejected, not believing that after all that, being in control of the match that Senator was once again able to use his ring savvy to walk away with an impressive victory. Senator raises his title and shakes his head at Snake who looks on as Senator walks up the ramp
Edison: What an amazing match that was, both men pulled out all the stops but it just wasn’t Rattlesnake’s night.
McNally: We saw a side of him we haven’t seen in a long time so I’m sure he’s far from done with Senator and the world’s title.
Edison: All I know is that things are not going to be easy for Senator with that belt around his waist. There are a number of challengers who will give him a run for his…
McNally: Sorry to cut you off Max but I’m getting word that something is going on in the back.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:19:47 GMT -5
I Love a Good Who-dun-it, Don’t you? By Dave Shadow and ? ? ? ? As we cut backstage for the final time this evening, we find the cameraman has got himself a nice position outside the office of Chairman Gingerdude. The door opens, as the boss himself emerges from the room, carrying his suitcase and looking like he’s ready to head home for the night. He locks the door behind himself, and starts to walk down the hallways of the arena, heading out towards the car park.
As he does though, a scream comes from behind him, somebody shouting out his name. He stops for a second, rolling his eyes back into his head and weighing up his options. Maybe if they were far enough behind him, he could pretend to not hear them and could make it to his car before they caught up.
His name came echoing down the halls once more, this time from a lot closer behind him. Something in the way it was said though made Gingerdude turn round quickly. Something was wrong. Looking to see who was screaming, he spotted Charlotte King running towards him at full speed. As she reached him, out of breath, she started splurting out words.
Charlotte: Ginger....Dave....dressing.....blood....Oh god. While it may not have been a complete sentence, Gingerdude has heard enough to understand something bad has happened. He drops his suitcase and takes off past King, heading towards the dressing rooms. As he approaches them, he spots a gang of people gathered round the outside of the dressing room. He rushes over and shoves his way through them. The site he sees makes him stop in his tracks, as his jaw drops in horror.
Dave Shadow sits against the concrete wall, his eyes closed and his face caked in blood, flowing out of a gaping wound in his forehead at a scary rate. What really turns Gingerdude’s stomach is the massive stain on the wall above Dave’s unconscious head. Beside him lie two objects; a metal chair with a massive dent in it, and the International Championship, Dave’s blood staining it as well. An ACW medic kneels beside Dave, trying to check for signs of life, but Dave is not responding at all.
Gingerdude: What....what happened? The medic stands up, as some other medical staff members push their way through the gathering crowd, bringing a stretcher with them.
Medic: We aren’t 100% sure. But by the looks of it, someone assaulted him.Gingerdude: God damn it, I can see that! I’m not paying you to point out the bloody obvious. Who? Medic: I’m a doctor, not a detective. The medical crew work on getting Dave’s body onto the stretcher, and start shouting at everyone to move. They usher him down the hall, heading towards the dressing room. The main medic stands for a few seconds, as the crowd start to disperse.
Medic: That said, sir....he managed to piss off a whole load of people here tonight with the way he was running his mouth. Just about everybody and anybody could have a motive for this.The medic runs after the rest of his crew, leaving Gingerdude standing in the hallway. He bends down and picks up the IN title, wiping the blood off it with his sleeve, and looking at the name plate. The worst part was that he knew the medic was right. Dave had made enemies with just about everyone here in ACW tonight. So now, the big question is....
Who attacked Dave Shadow?
Was it Mr. Garrison? The 1991 Denver Broncos? Chef?
All will be revealed in due time on the road to Seven Deadly Sins!
End Show
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Post by The Senator on Jul 9, 2009 16:24:57 GMT -5
I just want to give a personal word of thanks to everyone who contributed to this show, and made it as solid as it was.
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Post by BK London on Jul 9, 2009 16:25:27 GMT -5
And who said ACW was in a recession?
Fantastic show even with all the ACW departures and the lack of Steele. Let's keep the ball rolling guys!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jul 9, 2009 16:30:41 GMT -5
I must say, I am impressed with how many people sent in segments for this show. When I last checked last night I had only gotten 5 PMs which was kinda scary but luckly for me when I came online this morning it jumped to 10 and then I looked 3 hours or so before the show and it went to 15.
Awesome work guys, lets keep it up!
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Post by Kim Jong CP on Jul 9, 2009 22:27:25 GMT -5
I'm not going to do feedback for this weeks show as I still have two more Omega Effects to do. I will convey however that this show was solid coming off the break especially considering what has happened over the past two weeks. I hope we can all continue to impress with our writing.
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