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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:02:59 GMT -5
Segment: No Rules. No Mercy. (Credit: Jay Zero, BK London)
We fade into our next scene, finding ourselves in the backstage area of Chairman Gingerdudes office. Standing across from the Chairman and his oak desk are the former tag team champions, The Capitalists, Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris.
Anthony Kalb: What do you want? We have training to do.
Chairman Gingerdude: Well I'm ever so sorry to interrupt you two, but if you like to know what's happening with the Tag Team titles, I suggest you two listen up.
Kalb looks over at Kevin and then back at the Chairman.
Anthony Kalb: Fine. What?
Chairman Gingerdude: Well seeing as how BK London and Jay Zero have managed to close the gap of a 2-0 deficit in this Best-of-Five series, we seem to be at a split tie. I've already made your opponents aware of the matter, so I'm now informing you two that you will have the night of from competing in order to prepare for the fifth and final match of this series, which will take place this Saturday at Seven Deadly Sins.
The crowd watching along on the Alphatron cheers.
Kevin Fitsharris: And what about the tag team titles? We're still getting the straps, right?
Chairman Gingerdude: ...if you manage to win, then yes. The ACW Tag Team Championships will be on the line and whichever team manages to win this final match will be declared the winners.
Anthony Kalb: Whoa, whoa, hold on a second. What if something were to happen, leading to a no contest or whatever? What exactly happens then?
Chairman Gingerdude: Ahh, you see, that's the thing. It will not happen!
Kevin Fitsharris: And what makes you so sure? Jay Zero and BK London can't contain themselves! As a team, they just don't function! The referee will be forced to stop the match once those two start going off.
Chairman Gingerdude: Well Kevin, Anthony, it won't happen because there will be no disqualifications! There will be no countouts! There will be... No Holds Barred!
The crowd cheers and the eyes of The Capitalists nearly pop right out of their heads.
Chairman Gingerdude: Boys, you aren't the only two to think of that situation. I've set this fifth match up so that there will be a winner guaranteed, and there will be nothing stopping us from crowning new ACW Tag Team Champions!
The two just stand there, speechless, not exactly sure what to say. But the boss does.
Chairman Gingerdude: So good luck this weekend. You'll need it. Now please gentlemen, I have work to do and I believe you had some training to go do, so if you would please show yourselves out. Thank you!
The Chairman turns towards a stack of papers that he must go back to filling out, most likely match contracts for this Saturdays Seven Deadly Sins, where just announced, there will be a No Holds Barred Tag Team match with the Titles on the line! As the Capitalists leave the office, we can only wonder what's running through their minds. They close the door and we cut to a second camera angle outside of the office where the two proceed down the hall a little bit.
Kevin Fitsharris: I can't believe it.
Anthony Kalb: I - I could see him going with a traditional match or something, but No Holds Barred?! Ugh..
Kevin Fitsharris: If it wasn't bad enough that we had to go through that embarrasment of that triathlon on Thursday, now we got to step into a ring with two mentally unstable guys who now, thanks to our "Genius Boss" have the right to use illegal weapons! We got to go tell Senator about th--
Kalb interrupts him and steps in front, stopping Kevin in his tracks.
Anthony Kalb: No, wait. You already know what he has to say on the matter. It's a must win situation, Kev. We "let" them come back from a two-nothing lead. We "let" them Kevin, and this is actually a gift from Ginger. I mean, sure, he's giving them that advantage of foreign objects, but he's giving us the same exact liberties. Facts are Kevin, we can do what we want. We're that good as a team, while they aren't!
Kevin Fitsharris: Well I know that, but lately, they... they seem to actually be coming together. I don't like the looks of that!
Anthony Kalb: Neither do I, Kev! I hate the fact that those two undeserving degenerates even were given the opportunity to regain the titles after they were stripped of them! It's not fair to the guys like us who have busted our asses for so long in this company!
Kevin Fitsharris: Exactly! But what are we going to do? No matter what, the match is happening Saturday - so we're going to bring the Gold back to the stable were it belongs, we're going to need a plan!
Anthony Kalb: ...and I think I got one. If you're worried about these two actually coming together as a team - then why not break them down to a level that works to our advantage?
Kevin looks at his partner, raising an eyebrow - not too sure on what he means.
Kevin Fitsharris: I don't understand...
He motions his head back, as if to get him to leave.
Anthony Kalb: Let's go..
Kalb turns around and Kevin follows him down the hallway. Where are the Capitalists going, and just what do they have in mind? These things are not known, but what is, is that this Saturday at Seven Deadly Sins... thing's are about to get extreme.
The scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:03:27 GMT -5
Match 3: Danny Caballero & Matt Ford vs. Andres Teherov & Kaoru Hanayama (Credit: Toast) Danny Caballero and Matt Ford .vs. Andres Terehov and Kaoru Hanayama Edison:Alrighty folks, it is now time for our first tag match of the evening. You want to wet your tastebuds for the Senator and Freeman versus Dan White and Jake Steele? Then prepare to drool. McNally: No question about it, we’ve got four faces new to the ACW, but not necessarily to the business. “The Main Event” Matt Ford of EWF fame is set to team up with promising newcomer Danny Caballero to take on the “Estonian Dream” Andres Terehov and the biggest import from the now defunct Saints of Los Angeles promotion, Kaoru Hanayama. Edison: How long did that promotion last again? McNally: Be nice...and now to our always exciting Mr. Phillip Jones for the introduction. The impeccably dressed ring announcer stands in the middle of the ring, reading elegantly off of his cue card. Jones: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…he stands at six foot six and weighs in at two hundred and seventy eight pounds…from San Diego, California…he is the “The Main Event”…MAAAAAAAAT T FOOOOOOOOORD. The arena lights fade to darkness, as the thunderous opening riff of “Pray for Villains” tears through from the speakers. The audience immediately erupts in a roaring chorus of boos. Bitter Blood on the blood-stained highway We're brothers in arms 'til we get it right You're gonna want it your way It's gonna be done now Don't take it too far, gonna get it right Move on from the past Agree to disagree Pyro explodes as Ford appears on the stage, the boos intensifying as he makes his way to the ring, jaw-jacking with anyone close enough for him to verbally abuse. He slides into the ring, immediately going to scale the turnbuckles, facing out at the crowd, arms raised in preemptive triumph. McNally: And whether or not you love him or hate him, there is one fact beyond dispute; Matt Ford is a seasoned veteran in this business. He represents everything that is wrestling…and guess what? The place to see him apply his craft is the ACW. Edison:Well, a beard and a chip on your shoulder isn’t enough to make a superstar. He’s up against the best in the world in the ACW, so he’ll need to prove that he is what he claims to be tonight. Jones: And his partner….he stands at exactly six feet, weighing in at one hundred and eighty four pounds…from wherever his hat hangs…”Blackjack” Daaaaaaaany Caballerooooooooo! “18 A.D” by Queens of the Stone Age stuns the arena and Blackjack waltz to the ring with the strut of a king. With an arrogant smirk of entitlement, he sashays down to the ring and deliberately slides under the ropes. Caballero leisurely takes his place next to Ford, the two seeming very indifferent at the idea of working with each other. Edison: He’s a relative newcomer to this business, but make absolutely no assumptions. I’ve had my ear to the ACW talent scouts, and from what I understand, the kid is something special. I’ve heard nothing but praise. McNally: Since when have you had your ear to ACW talent scouts? Edison: I’m just on top of things, alright? Cease the hating. Jones: And their opponents…introducing first…he stands at six foot two and weighs in at two hundred and sixty two pounds…he hails from Aegviidu, Estonia…he is the “Estonian Dream” Andreeeeeeeeeees Terehooooooooov! Cold. That’s the best explanation for the feeling in the arena as “Come With Me” sets in. The lights go black, instead pale blue lights cast a chilly glow over the stage. The smoke machine produces a medium haze, but it looks nothing short of swirling snow atop a mountain.Hear my cries, hear my call Lend me your ears, see my fall See my errors, know my faults Time halts, see my lossAndres steps into the haze, wearing a long fur coat. He pauses for a moment, almost as if relishing in the familiarity of the frigid site. After the short delay, he begins his walk to the ring, his gait purposeful. Walking straight to the ring apron, Andres gets up on it, before ducking in between the middle and top rope and entering the ring.McNally: And if you want to talk about a man who makes an impact wherever he wants, whenever he wants, look no further than the man coming to the ring right now. Andres Terehov had a brief stint in the EPW, but in his short time he absolutely dominated the legends of that roster before seemingly vanishing into thin air. He is truly the stuff of Estonian nightmares. Edison:He’s Estonian. That’s all I know. McNally: So what happened to having your ear on the ACW scouts? Jones: And his partner …he stands at six foot three and weighs in at three hundred and twenty pounds…from the Ryukyu Islands, Japan…he is the Iron Goliath…Kaoruuuuuuuu Hanayamaaaaaaaa! The arena lights dim, as the piercing synthesizer of "Octopus on Fire" breaks out from the speakers. The audience already realizes what is to come. Some boo, and some and some just stand in awed silence, as Kaoru Hanayama's massive frame emerges from backstage with a blunt, glazed stare. ......and everything she said Burns in the back of my head Quick-sands of silver Under dreams still glittering golden Kaoru takes slow, heavy steps towards the ring, his face periodically shrouded by his swaying hair. Edison: Hot damn. Looks like that second team is darn big. A combined weight of almost six hundred pounds for Hanayama and Terehov. McNally: Well if we are two believe what we here, then Kaoru Hanayama is as dangerous a man as they come. Two matches in the defunct Saints of Los Angeles promotion…and two crushing victories. He’s big…but make no mistake, that three hundred plus pounds can move with surprising quickness. Edison: The only thing he can move quickly toward is a hot dog stand. McNally:And so, we have a unique tag team contest in store. The team of Ford and Caballero is composed of a smaller and a bigger all-arounder…meanwhile the team of Terehov and Hanayama is composed of somewhat larger wrestlers who favor striking and slamming. The referee performs his routine check as both teams decide on who is going to come out first. All four men are clearly not used to playing with others. Caballero and Ford eye each other with indignation, as Terehov and Hanayama briefly exchange glazed stares. Finally, they come to two mutually exclusive decisions as Caballero saunters to the middle of the ring against the infinitely larger Terehov. DINGx3
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:04:09 GMT -5
Immediately off the bell, Caballero fakes a snap down in hopes of provoking some sort of kneejerk reaction from Terehov, who simply stands there, staring at his opponent as though he were an annoying gnat. Rather than show fear, Caballero merely brushes the unsuccessful fake of with an indignant laugh as the two begin to circle.
The two wrestlers shoot forward, apparently ready to lock up, but Caballero ducks down and slides off to the side at the last minute, leaving Terehov to grab thin air. Blackjack lets a brazen laugh ring out into the arena as he wags his finger at the enormous Estonian. Terehov shows no visible reaction, turning around in robotic fashion.
Blackjack and Andres begin to circle the center of the ring yet again. Terehov attempts another lockup, lurching his massive frame forward…only to find the same result. Blackjack ducks down and, this time, slips between the legs of his larger opponent, playing up towards as crowd that doesn’t particularly enjoy him. Again, Danny wags his finger patronizingly, taunting the larger opponent. Terehov’s face is blank.
Edison: Is he gonna fight him or avoid him?
McNally: Smart strategy on Caballero’s part, using the speed advantage.
For yet a third time, the wrestlers set up to circle the ring. This time is the charm, as Caballero finals locks up with Terehov. Almost immediately, Blackjack is driven back by his much bigger opponent into the turnbuckle.
The referee rushes over to break up the illegal lockup, which is now bordering on a choke, but Terehov is way ahead of him. Releasing his grip, he leans back and delivers three massive overhand chops to the chest of Caballero, who nearly doubles over in pain. The chops come slowly, their noise resonating in the arena.
Continuing his assault, Terehov walks back a short distance before running forward and driving his massive knee into Blackjack’s stomach. His opponent bent over, the Estonian Dream viciously yanks his arm and whips him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle.
The back-first impact with the steel post sends Danny Caballero stumbling forth right into an authoritative shoulder block from the Titan of the White North that sends him down to the mat.
Looking at his downed opponent, Terehov unleashes five slow and deliberate stomps to the chest, as Caballero writhes beneath the huge boot. Andres puts the exclamation point on the boots by converting the final one into a foot across Caballero’s throat.
Blackjack begins kicking violently as the referee begins the count. The Estonian dream takes his time in releasing the illegal maneuver.
Feeling some momentum, Terehov takes his massive frame and hits the ropes, hoping to connect with either a running stomp, or some sort of huge knee drop…but he doesn’t get there! In an instant, Blackjack lurches forward and catches big Estonian in a drop toe hold!
The Titan of the North is momentarily stunned, and attempts to quickly get up, but Blackjack hustles up faster and peppers Terehov’s back with a series of elbow strikes and elbow drops. Several times, Andres gets up on all fours and threatens to rise, but Caballero is persistent in his striking. Finally, Terehov falls more or less flat.
Looking to push his advantage and not let Andres up, Blackjack lifts one of the massive legs and settles into a deep single leg crab, in rather close proximity to Matt Ford. Caballero pulls back deep on the leg, causing pain, causing damage and temporarily immobilizing his opponent…but he is not able to get the proper angle to force a tap-out, because of the sheer length of the appendage. Still holding the half crab, Caballero finally leans forward and tags in Matt Ford.
Ford eagerly comes into the ring, as Caballero still holds on to the crab. Taking advantage of his opponent’s vulnerable position, Ford hits the stretched out thigh of Terehov with a series of brutal shin kicks, with Blackjack egging him on. Finally, the referee declares Caballero’s ring time over and forces him to get onto the apron.
McNally: A bit of tag team strategy from two wrestlers who have never teamed before, focusing on Andres’ leg.
Edison: It may be unsurprising but it works every time.
Matt Ford now finds himself alone in the ring. Continuing the attack on the leg, Ford picks up the besieged limp and gives it a good-old fashioned slam back down the mat. The maneuver seems to be somewhat effective, as Terehov shows signs of pain, so Ford repeats the maneuver over and over again. Satisfied with the damage he has inflicted, Ford drops down into a quick cover, taking special care to hook the leg that he has been focusing on.
ONE…
T-
Before the second digit can be completely uttered by the referee, Matt Ford is quite literally launched off of Terehov’s torso with such force that he is forced to let go of the hooked leg. The Main Event is surprised, as he was not expecting a kickout with such authority.
Edison: Clearly it’ll take more than that to put him down.
McNally: He sent a message with that kickout.
Ford’s surprise is only momentary, however, as he gets up and resumes the assault with a couple more stomps to the leg for good measure. The Main Event then lifts up Terehov and sets up a fisherman’s suplex, making sure to hook the injured left leg before snapping back and hitting the maneuver with pinpoint precision.
Not wanting to let go of a good thing, Ford latches on to the beleaguered leg and twists it into a step-over toe hold…letting some jeers go at the audience as he does it. As the effect of the maneuver wears off, he steps over once more to intensify the pressure. Terehov looks visibly affected by the move, but grits his teeth and refuses to show any lingering weakness.
Matt attempts to step over yet a third time…but as the turns his back, Terehov plants the huge foot squarely in the middle of Ford’s back. Not wanting to be caught offguard, Ford uses the momentum to break into a full spring and hit the ropes, thinking he’ll catch Terehov on the way back. The Estonian wills himself to his feet with a sudden feline agility, and runs to meet Ford head on.
Ford lets a lariat fly, but Terehov ducks under it as the two men run towards opposite ropes. Ford sets up for another strike but is denied. The Estonian Dream hurtles back like a freight train, planting his patented Winter’s Frigid Wind mafia kick right in the middle of the Main Event’s face using the good right leg. The force from such a massive kick makes Ford hit the ground like a dead man.
Edison: Hot DAMN! I think he just knocked the taste out of his mouth and clear into the third row!
McNally: The Estonian is a striking specialist, and it just translated all over Matt Ford’s teeth.
Terehov rubs the left leg for a bit to get the blood flowing, but has no significant limp as of yet. Peeling Ford off the mat by his hair, Terehov jacks up the two-hundred-and-seventy-eight pounder for a picture-perfect vertical suplex. With Ford taking the brunt of the offense, Terehov decides to quickly convert into the cover.
ONE…
TW- Kickout.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:04:34 GMT -5
Ford’s wits are still about him. Terehov wastes no time mourning the cover, as he transitions back into attack mode. The Estonian picks up Ford by the hair again, and maneuvers him into his team’s corner. Hanayama reads the writing on the wall and pulls Ford’s arms behind his back.
Before the referee can intervene, Andres wins up into a brutal spinning backchop that nails Ford across the cheek. The crowd makes a loud “OOOOOHHH” at the sickening noise that worms its way from the strike. The Main Event drops to his knees, and Terehov tags in Hanayama.
The big Japanese man climbs into the ring and wastes no time in the attack. Kaoru pulls Ford back up to his feet and unleashes a flurry of forearm shots to Matt’s face. Ford is given no time to recuperate, as the forearm shots come fast and heavy from the three-hundred-plus pounder. Ford has nowhere to sidestep, as he is still trapped in the corner. Satisfied with the effect of the forearm shots, Kaoru works Ford out of the friendly corner and closer to the center of the ring, before sending him into the ropes with a firm Irish whip.
As Ford comes running back, Hanayama catches him in an explosive belly to belly suplex and makes him fly a fair distance down the man.
McNally: Impressive power from the SLA import. That’s three hundred plus pounds throwing you like a rag doll.
Edison:That was a “belly-to-really-really-big-belly” suplex.
Hanayama gives an audible growl of triumph to the audience before turning his attention back to Matt Ford. Hoisting his opponent back up, he sends a few more forearm shots his way to ensure that the Main Event stays obedient. Then, the Iron Goliath whips Ford yet again, this time into the far neutral corner. The impact is significant, but Matt stays planted against the turnbuckle.
Kaoru stalks forward, walking slowly to his target. Getting up close and personal, Kaoru lurches in deep and hits a back elbow to the side of the Main Event’s head, using his bulk to keep Ford steady as he leans in. The move is effective, so Kaoru leans in yet again, hitting the back elbow even harder. With Ford looking to be on the ropes, Kaoru hits one last back elbow before breaking into a quick trot to the opposite turnbuckle.
Gauging the distance, Kaoru gets down into a runner’s stance before coming forward with shocking speed. When he gets to the middle of the ring, the three hundred and twenty pounder breaks into an astounding cartwheel before connecting with a big Landslide Splash . Ford crumples down into a sitting position from the impact. The crowd is stunned by the acrobatic display.
Kaoru senses the time is ripe. He pulls Ford away from the ropes a short distance by his leg, and comes down into the cover.
ONE
TWO
Hand on the rope! Kaoru did not pull Ford far enough, and the veteran uses his ring presence to escape the cover. Somewhat frustrated, Kaoru snatches the hand off the rope and covers again, making sure to pin down Ford’s wrist.
ONE
T- kickout.
Ford will not be denied.
McNally: There’s a two-fold purpose to those pinfalls. One the one hand he’s testing whether or not the first kickout was a fluke. One the other hand, even if it was, he’s making sure to keep that tremendous weight on Ford’s sternum and forcing The Main Event to kick out. Good strategy by the Japanese import.
Edison: Strategy? You mean smother the opponent in fat? That’s what you call strategy?
Kaoru, realizes that the pinfall is not going to come, abandons the effort. Lifting Ford back up to his feet, the offense continues without a hitch. Kaoru maneuvers Ford closer to the center of the ring and applies a firm waist-lock before drilling him into the mat with a brutal German Suplex. Ford looks to be in dire straits, suffering the after-effects of the harsh slam.
Satisfied with the offense he has generated, Kaoru ambles back over to his corner and tags in a rested Andres Terehov. The Estonian comes out menacingly as he and his partner set up on either side of Ford. The partners hurtle The Main Event into the ropes at full head of steam. As he comes back, Terehov and Hanayama elevate him into a double flapkack…
…but they are off center! As Ford takes flight, he squirms just the slightest bit, while Blackjack reaches FAR over the rope…and on the way down Ford actually tags him! The referee sees it and calls that the tag is made, despite the somewhat questionable distance that Blackjack had to stretch!
Hanayama and Terehov get up from the flapjack, unaware of the fact that Ford is no longer the legal man. Caballero shoots through the ropes at full head of steam, immediately hitting a spear right into Hanayama’s flabby breadbasket. Amazingly enough, all three hundred pounds of Hanayama is floored due to the surprise of the impact.
Terehov, vaguely aware of what must have transpired, pulls Danny off of his partner and attempts a right hand, but Caballero is still feeling the momentum of the spear. He returns the Estonian dream’s strikes blow for blow, until the Titan is on the defensive against a flurry of right hands. Energized, Danny Caballero turns around and smacks Andres with the Discus War. The Estonian goes down, as Hanayama and Ford can be seen skulking back to their corners in the background.
McNally: The smallest man in the match just made his presence felt in a big way!
Edison: I told you, I know what I’m talking about. The kid is a prospect. Did you see how pretty that punch was? He looked good doing it.
Alone in the ring with his opponent, Danny Caballero wastes no time in going to work. He lays several stomps to the back of Terehov. Andres takes damage from the strikes, but still finds a way to amble up to all fours. Blackjack loses no pace, however.
Noticing the exposed chin, he quickly hits the ropes and comes roaring back with a diving European uppercut that flattens out the Estonian again. With Andres on his stomach, Blackjack reverts back to the half crab on the left leg.
The crab is cinched in relatively tight, but Terehov’s leg has had ample time to rest. Blacjack pulls back, but Terehov is still relatively close to the area where Ford was able to reach forth and tag his partner…and that means he’s close to the ropes. Steeling his will, the Estonian Dream crawls to salvation and firmly wraps his fingers around the bottom rope.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:05:30 GMT -5
The referee interjects to break up the now illegal hold…but Caballero holds on, choosing to ignore the official and keep the submission in for a few more precious seconds. In the meantime, Terehov grabs on to the rope with the other hand…and uses the leverage to flip Danny over!! The large leg…still not bent back as far as it could be because of the size difference, springs forward, with Caballero still holding on! Blackjack does a front flip onto his back, as Terehov ends up sitting on his chest in the sudden pin! He holds on to the ropes with both hands, as the referee does not notice, and begins the count!!
ONE…
TWO…
…No!! Danny Caballero slips out from under Terehov’s surprise maneuver at the last second, lifting Terehov off of his chest just enough to slip out the backdoor. Terehov tries to turn around, but Caballero has already slithered out on the double and gotten back to his feet. He meets the Estonian with a powerful series of right hands. Terehov cannot return fire, and the momentum shifts back to Blackjack.
Caballero reaches around the back of the Estonian’s head and pulls it down low, trying to negate the height advantage. As he does so, Danny brings his knees up to Terehov’s gut, working him into an unorthodox muay thai clinch. Knee after knee comes up to hit Andres squarely in the chest. Each strike is stiffer than the last as Caballero holds on to the clinch and maneuvers Terehov away from the ropes. Terehov tries to shake this way and that, but Caballero succeeds in keeping the head bent. He then converts from the muay thai clinch into a crippling single-arm DDT that plants The Titan of the North face first onto the mat.
Sensing the advantage, Caballero drops down and yanks up the head of Terehov into a grounded side headlock, somewhat reminiscent of a cross-face. Terehov’s face looks frustrated and pained, as Blackjack pulls back with as much weight as he can. The hold is firmly applied, as Andres lays there taking the damage. Caballero senses the advantage, and begins to smile wickedly at the crowd, very much aware that he is winning.
Edison: Huh…looks like the kid has abandoned the focus-on-the-leg strategy
McNally: Probably discouraged by the fact that his submission maneuver was just reversed into a nearfall. If Terehov can retain that much power in his leg after that much punishment, the strategy may not be worth it. He is well-versed in striking…so those legs are probably quite strong.
Sensing his opportunity, Terehov begins to slowly raise himself. Caballero shakes his head , as if to say he is not letting go of the headlock. Nevertheless, Terehov slowly makes his way up to his feet. Blackjack retains the grip on Terehov’s head…but there is a certain desperation in his grasp. The crowd holds their breath in anticipation, as Terehov is firmly standing now.
Suddenly, in a burst of strength, Trehov breaks Blackjack’s grip and lifts the lighter man straight out of the headlock and into torture rack position! Blackjack’s face looks panicked, as he is now hoisted up on the shoulders of the Estonian Dream! Terehov then sits out of the torture rack with a vengeance, nearly breaking Caballero’s back in half with the Fall of the Iron Curtain!
Both men are now down on the mat, desperately needing to make a tag. Blackjack holds his ribs and back in pain, as he tries to inch his way to Ford. Terehov, having been on the receiving end, looks to tag in Hanayama.
Both men race towards their respective partners in the hopes of turning the initiative in the match. Caballero lurches forward and tags in Matt Ford, and milliseconds later Terehov reaches out to tag in Hanayama.
Both men immediately barrel towards the center of the ring, looking to turn the tide of the match in their team’s favor. Ford connects with a shoulder block…but Hanayama is unmoved. Taunting his opponent, Kaoru Hanayama challenges “The Main Event” Matt Ford to hit the ropes, as Blackjack and Terehov retire to their corners.
Ford accepts the challenge in earnest. Running as fast as he can, he comes back towards Hanayama and drives his shoulder into the massive torso…
…but Hanayama is unfazed. Ford angrily refuses to accept defeat, and hits the ropes again. The result is exactly the same. Ford drives his shoulder as hard as he can, with Hanayama not giving up an inch. Ford, his pride on the line, turns back to hit the ropes for yet another time…
…but it’s a fake! Just as he turns around, making it appear like he’s going to run the ropes…Ford turns the other way and nails a crippling Ode To Misawa rolling elbow! Hanayama immediately goes down, as Ford slides into the cover!
McNally: He caught him! He caught him! The wily veteran just pulled the ol’ bait and switch!
ONE…
TWO
..Kickout!
Kaoru’s nose shows a hint of running blood as a result of the ferocious elbow strike. Ford wastes no time in getting back to the attack, knowing that he has to keep the larger man on the defensive. Matt stands back up and, after laying into Kaoru with a few well-placed gut stomps, applies a top wristlock to the big man. Kaoru winces, as the wrist is pushed down hard into the socket.
Knowing he has to stand up in order to relieve the pressure, the big man slowly tries to make it back up to his feet. Slowly, he ambles back up to full posture, with Matt Ford holding the wristlock the whole way. When Hanayama is completely standing, Ford converts the wristlock into a hammerlock, before switching back around to the front and connecting with a hammerlock lariat. Kaoru is hurt, but the size of his waist makes it hard to keep the hammerlock and deliver the lariat with simultaneous force…so the strike does not floor him.
As Kaoru lumbers back, Ford gets low and grabs Kaoru around the back of his legs. He struggles to lift the much heavier man…and his first attempt appears to be a failure. Yet Ford perseveres and somehow manages to lift the Ogre up and hit a spinebuster! With the enormous Kaoru now firmly on the ground, Ford realizes that it is now or never. Lifting his opponent’s upper body…he wraps one of his biceps around Hanayama’s arm and attempts to lock in his patented Kata Hajime!
Ford fights for the maneuver, as he attempts to firmly wrap his arm around the massive bulk…but the task proves difficult, especially with Kaoru resisting. Nevertheless, Terehov decides to not take the chance of the finishing choke being applied and hits the ring. The referee attempts to stop the barely legal intervention…but before he can, Caballero vaults from the apron and intercepts Terehov before he can completely spring his partner! The two exchange rights, each vying to give their partner the ever crucial assist!
McNally: It’s pandemonium in the ring! All four men scrambling to fight…but remember, Hanayama and Ford are still the legal men!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:05:57 GMT -5
Ford, meanwhile, is trying to work in the choke onto a now sitting Kaoru. But Hanayama resists desperately! Suddenly, in a moment of brute momentum, he manages to rise up and turn his body slightly…so that the arm previously trapped in a half nelson is now wrapped around Ford’s throat! He lifts up his opponent and plants him with the sambo suplex known as the Senkaku Plunge! With Caballero still exchanging right hands, Hanayama goes for the cover! The referee turns around from the illegal men just in time to see! ONE TWO Save!! Caballero breaks loose from his exchange and dives onto Hanayama with a brutal sliding kick to the face! A grisly KERRRAAAAAKKKK echoes on the arena! Terehov charges after Caballero and catches him with a right hand just as Blackjack gets back up to his feet. As Ford and Hanayama attempt to slowly regain their senses, The Estonian Dream and Danny Caballero go toe to toe, exchanging right hands and chest chops with each other. Terehov catches Blackjack with a snap kick to the stomach that doubles him over. Seizing the opportunity, he whips Caballero into the ropes hard. Blackjack hits the rubber at an astounding velocity, and as he comes back Terehov looks to be setting up a vicious strike. Terehov charges to meet Danny head on… …but Danny leaps clear over the Estonian’s head! Just before Terehov turns around in realization of what has just transpired, Caballero hits a dropkick squarely between Andres’ shoulder-blades that sends him onto his knees and makes him guillotine himself on the second rope! Meanwhile, of the other two competitors, it appears as though Hanayama is the first to completely recover! As Caballero is seemingly praising himself for the elegant dropkick, the Iron Goliath charges forward…. …and is caught with the Frangelico B-52!! The seemingly distracted Blackjack connects with the superkick out of nowhere and goes for the cover! ONE TWO Save!! Terehov recovers just in time to dive onto Blackjack’s back with a vicious double axehandle! Angry at having been duped a few short moments ago, he yanks Blackjack up to full height, and grips him in a rear waistlock before lifting him up onto his shoulders in electric chair position. Caballero’s eyes betray a very real terror at being in such a precarious position. Suddenly, Terehov jerks and drives Blackjack into the mat with the devastating December Sunset! Yet another cover is made, this time by the Titan of the North! ONE TWO TH- SAVE!! Ford has regained his ring awareness and just barely makes the save! The match continues! The crowd erupts at the energy of the contest! Matt ford, knowing he must act fast and end the violent near-fall exchanges, gets Terehov to his feet and gives the Kata Hajime one last attempt! But just before he can fall back and take the move to the mat, Terehov gets to his feet. The Estonian Dream stands at full height…but the choke is locked in! He thrashes violently trying to free himself, as Ford tries to pull Terehov down to the canvass… …but Andres still resists! With the oxygen to his brain fading, he somehow ambles far enough over to the ropes to grab on with the free hand! The referee goes to break up the submission…. But Ford yanks him backwards and forces him to release the hold! The submission is legal again! Andres twitches left and right, but by now his vision is tunneling! Slowly, slowly, the resistance is less firm…he drops to one knee….the referee gets in position to call the fight… BAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMHanyama comes from behind like a boulder, hitting the back of Ford’s head with the Goliath Lariat! The Main Event’s lights look totally put out, as he lunges forward from the impact and onto the third rope! An exhausted Hanayama crosses Ford’s arms and, with his last bit of effort, hurls him backwards with the Goliath Driver and bridges into the cover! There is no one left to make the save! ONE TWO THREE! Dingx3 . Winners: Kaoru Hanayama and Andres Terehov McNally: He caught him! He caught him! What a match! What a Monday night this has already shaped up to be! Hanayama and Terehov emerge victorious in this battle of elite acquisitions to ACW…but don’t for one second take anything away from Caballero and Ford. That was quite a show! Edison: Well…I do have to admit…that was fun to watch. McNally: Folks, don’t go anywhere. We’ve still got lots more to come including The Senator and Jason Freeman versus Dan White and Jake Steele. Only on A…C…W! Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:07:14 GMT -5
===================== Selfish Motivations Chris Phenomenal and Senator ===================== The scene opens inside of the Senatorial office, a familiar place for the frequent meetings held between The Senator and Chris Phenomenal. With the vicious assault last week on Jason Freeman, one can only assume that he will be seeking his comeuppance tonight and Chairman Gingerdude has given him an easy opportunity. Booking him and Senator to share a team against the fellow un-easy alliance of Dan White and Jake Steele. It is in this regard that Senator has called an important meeting with Chris Phenomenal to discus what is going to happen tonight as we listen in on the conversation having just started.
Senator: This is simply unacceptable! Unacceptable, I tell you! It is bad enough that I must share the ring with that ruffian on Saturday, but to have to team with him tonight? No, that is just not...
Chris Phenomenal: Look, I’ll be out there in case anything goes wrong, I know you don’t want me gettin’ involved in anythin’ but ya stuck here Senny. Dan White, Omega Effect IV, I mean ya still sometimes walk with a hitch in your step. Jake Steele, lest we forget that ya pinned him at Omega Effect V to take home the ACW Championship, something he won’t have forgot. To cap it off ya don’t even have a partner that can watch your back, because lord knows your safety is the last thing on Freeman’s mind.
Senator: I do concur that I seem to be rolling a weighted die that is not in my favor. The only solace I can take is the fact that neither the returning Jake Steele, nor Dan White will be able to co-exist, especially after the episode with the entertainment title, speaking of which, that belt complimented you quite nicely, I am forced to admit.
Chris eyes Senator with a suspicious look, curious as to the meaning before eventually grasping the subtle sarcasm in the words of Senator.
Chris Phenomenal: Personally, I think it was a little small for me. Once I grew a bit here in ACW, I seemed t’ dwarf the belt a bit. Tha’s why I got my eyes on a little bit bigger prize.
There is no sub-text that can be found in those words of Chris Phenomenal, they mean only one thing and Senator knows it.
Senator: By the terms of our agreement you are still entitled to one title shot as long as I hold the belt. I have not forgotten Chris, nor have I ever considered reneging on our commitment. You have served me well over the past month, without you I am not certain how successful our little attack on Freeman would have been.
Chris Phenomenal: It’s been a pleasure doing business with you Senator, we’ve both profited immensely from it, it’s like we’re actually in the government.
Senator looks at Chris smiling at the misfortune that befalls him, set forth by a number of corrupt members that preceded him in public office
Senator: It is quite a shame what has happened in our most hallowed halls, but like in ACW we shall persevere. In fact it is on that note that I have an offer for you. Certainly in due course I am going to come up against an opponent who is not mentally over matched, someone who we will not be able to beat into submission with pure wit. It is in this regard that I feel it prudent to maybe take a more active role in your training, share some of my experiences in the ring and the wealth of my knowledge in the scientific aspects of the sport, submissions in particular.
The chance to train with Senator, a man renowned world wide for both his wealth of in ring knowledge, but also his mastery of a number of martial arts disciplines is something that many would give their left nut for. An opportunity like this is something Chris can’t pass up if there are no strings attached.
Chris Phenomenal: And what’s the catch. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to train me, teach me everything you know when I still have a guaranteed title shot against you.
Senator grins, Chris having easily caught him. Yet the smile that has crept across his face is not one of disdain, but more one of pleasure in Chris having figured it out.
Senator: I understand that, Chris but there will be no strings attached, I give you my word. I see the short term gain as being worth the possibility of the long term consequences. You see Chris, if you look at the past three months, especially this Zero Tolerance that we managed to break up, it was all about the future. I know that my time at the top is slowly going to come to an end, yet I need someone to assume my throne once my time is done. While you are indeed still rough around the edges, I have no doubt that with enough work, you could become the future leader this company needs, a man who can keep rapscallions like Jake Steele, leviathan’s like Thunder Train, or ne’er-do-wells like my current challenger away from the top of the belt. In due time you may actually defeat me in battle and win this title belt...but that day is far, far away, and I will not hold back in any case, should you challenge for it.
Senator places the ACW Heavyweight Championship on his desk in front of Chris Phenomenal.
Senator: And when that happens I will be able to sit back and relax, knowing that I have left ACW in capable hands.
Senator pauses for a moment, letting the enormity of what he has just said sink in.
Senator: Do recall though the terms of our deal, just because I have agreed to train you does not make you an official member of the Senatorial Stable. The Stable is long gone, and we work like business partners, not brothers and allies.
Chris Phenomenal: Not like anyone can tell the difference at the moment, they all assume it.
Senator: Yes, and they also assumed that I was finished two years ago after my devastating loss, at Omega Effect III to Wyvern and BK London yet here I am today. I am assuming by your comments that you are willing to accept my offfer.
Chris takes another moment to think as Senator looks on, but as soon as the offer was made Chris was only left with one answer. His situation is the opposite of Senator’s, the short term may be filled with some hardships, the training will be grueling but the long term rewards will more than off set them.
Chris Phenomenal: When do we start?
Senator: After Seven Deadly Sins, for the next five days we must be alert at all times for Jason Freeman. We saw what he’s willing to do to get his message across during the run into Omega Effect and we must be at all times ready for anything he’s got coming, in fact tonight…
Senator continues but the segment fades to black, leaving the question of what Senator has planned, and in the future how good can Chris Phenomenal become, training under Senator.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:07:55 GMT -5
Bad Blood Jack Jefferson
Kevin “The Internet” Anderson is walking backstage, basically searching around for someone to interview. A smile cracks onto his face as he sees BJ Jefferson in the distance and he breaks into a canter as he tries to catch him.
Kevin: BJ! Hey...BJ!
BJ turns around, clearly trying to pick out who’s yelling after him. He spots Kevin running towards him; after all it’s hard to miss his curly afro bobbing around as he runs along. It’s hard to tell whether the look on BJ’s face is one of disappointment or not but he smiles as Kevin approaches.
Kevin: Hey BJ, I’m so glad I caught you before your match!
BJ: Oh, hi Kev. How’s it going?
Kevin: I’m great thanks BJ, mind if I ask you a few questions?
BJ: I guess not, go ahead.
Kevin: Great! Well tonight you face off against Mr. Red, a man with a wealth of experience here in ACW and a former three time ACW Entertainment Champion. Many would say that going into this match you’re the underdog, what would you say to that?
BJ: To be honest I’d probably agree Kev. Red has been in ACW long time, he teamed with my brother back when he was Tornado after all, so naturally I’m going to be considered the underdog going into this contest. I’m just going to have to prove everyone wrong and show them exactly what BJ Jefferson is all about.
Kevin: Speaking of your brother. There are some crazy rumours flying around about you two. I’ve heard all sorts of stuff ranging from you two have had a fist fight to he has called you out for a match, care to clear some of this up for me?
BJ: Well it’s true Kevin, there is some bad blood between me and Jack at the moment and there has been a lot of stuff that has gone on. It is true that he’s challenged me to a match at Seven Deadly Sins but I can tell you exclusively that I won’t be answering that challenge.
Kevin: You won’t? Why not?
BJ: Well my brother clearly has some problems, he’s changed a lot, and I’m not going to make things worse by getting involved in some crazy, violent match with him.
Kevin: I can understand that, I suppose. What are these incidents you referred to?
BJ: I don’t really want to go into details Kevin, but let’s just say it’s not been good and I stand by my belief that my brother is in need of professional psychological help.
Kevin: What, did you--
BJ: Sorry Kev, I’d love to stand around and chat but I’ve got a match to compete in!
BJ then walks off leaving Kevin stood there looking disappointed and clearly with a lot of questions still to ask. He seems to process his lack of time for a few seconds and then seems to just sulk inwardly.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:08:15 GMT -5
"Keep Your Friends Close" [/font] Rep[/center] Fade in from black, the office area of the ACW Arena. A faux plant sits in the corner and the man that we saw introduce himself to Baron Trotter last week, Mark Snider, stands behind it, wearing a shit eating grin on his face. He walks out from behind the plant and slowly walks over to the other side of the room. The camera turns to reveal the match up board, a dry erase board. The big man Baron Trotter stares at the board, reading his match up.Baron Trotter & Josh the Jersey Boy vs. Michael Smart & Mark SniderSnider snickers and taps Baron on the shoulder.Mark Snider: Hey... looks like we're facing off tonight. Shame, it would have been nice to see what it's like to have a big guy like you on my side.Baron Trotter: Maybe some other time..Mark Snider: Speaking of our match... that JJB sure is a blabber mouth, isn't he? I mean, we're all a little chatty sometimes but it seems like Josh isn't happy with his current situation.Baron Trotter: What... do you mean?Mark Snider: Oh, he was going on and on about how he's upset that he's in a group with a bunch of lazy guys. Say, I'm new around these parts. Who exactly is in his group?Baron Trotter: I am! That rat bastard! Who does he think he is calling me lazy?Mark Snider: I don't know! By the looks of it, you work hard on your physique, that's for sure. You must be able to crush a man's skull with your fist! That's such a shame that Josh doesn't seem to be happy with you, I mean... in my opinion, you're the one pulling the group on your back. You're the biggest and they rely on YOU the most. YOU get all the work done! If I were you, I would be PRETTY upset about him putting himself over like that. Now, Michael Smart. He's a new guy too. Now that's a great guy. We watched one of your matches together just last night here in the locker room. He was really putting you over, my friend. And rightfully so, you're the next breakout monster!Baron Trotter: Yeah... I am, aren't I?Mark Snider: Of course! I mean, if I were you, I'd march on over to that Gingerman guy's office and demand a pay raise! You sell the most t-shirts, after all. You have the coolest hats! Your mugs are fantastic! I just drank out of one!Baron Trotter: Actually, my paycheck comes from The Reprobate. I'm just sanctioned to wrestle by the New York athletic commision. I don't really have a contract with ACW.Mark Snider: That's certainly strange. I'd think that you would be able to get a higher payday by signing with ACW. Sleep on it, I'd sure hate missing out on a paycheck if I were you. May the best man win tonight!Snider shakes Baron's hand and walks away. As Baron looks visibly upset with JJB, Snider smiles, knowing that his poison has successfully infected Baron's skull.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:09:00 GMT -5
Segment: Scars (Credit: Jeff James)
Is it really necessary for this camera to follow me around all day? Do people really care that much? I'll tell you one thing, they shouldn't. Do you think I care about you? You'd be mistaken. I wouldn't blink if you died. What, is there something wrong with that? Are you telling me that it's any different for you? Look directly across the arena. It's a big arena but you might be able to make out the face of someone on the other side. Now tell me, if he or she went home tonight, got carjacked, and then shot, would you care? If you would, you're either an idiot, or Jesus.
So what makes me so much more important? That you need a camera to follow me around all day, watch everything I do, make a judgment on my character. How necessary is that? You pay me to wrestle; you don't pay me to eat breakfast and pee, and then sit uncomfortably wishing that I had the privacy to masturbate. You call it a wrestling show, but as long as half of what you see is one man and another not kicking the shit out of one another, you might as well just call it a half-naked oiled up soap opera.
Since you're not leaving, let's make this interesting. How about a game? It's called Scars. There's no winners or losers, just us learning more about each other. I'll start.
I got this scar on my forehead jumping off a scaffolding. Not a lot of guys find themselves doing that in their lifetime, and most of those who do aren't doing spinny flips in the meantime. Either way, I crashed into a fence that keeps the audience away from the scaffolding, a piece of the top just digs straight into my forehead. Just a little wire of fencing, digs straight through with all kinds of force and barely touches the bone. You'd think with that kind of impact, I'd go crashing down with the fence, but no. It stays upright and I fall five more feet to the floor, the only thing keeping me up being a metal wire in my forehead. My skin not thick enough to keep me up, it rips a grand tear straight through my head and blood gushes that would make Cactus Jack squeamish. Thankfully there were paramedics on the spot and my head was sewn up before my bodily fluids could flood the arena.
How about this one on my throat? Wasn't quite as much of an accident. I was in a one-on-one match with this Puerto Rican kid, indy circuit. He had the kind of fire in his eyes that you usually only see when there's gold or gold's weight in ego on the line. Looking back, I wouldn't have called our rivalry a blood feud, he had maybe scored a victory on me by a low blow, and I got him back by costing him a high-profile match in front of an audience about three thousand. For the stints we were wrestling, that's kind of a big deal. Either way, he was pissed, and I hardly knew it from the barbed wire crown he gave me. After about fifteen minutes the blood is flowing, in and out of our bodies, and he pulls a knife. I've dealt with quite a variety of sharp objects in my time in the ring, but when somebody pulls a switchblade like the one he was sporting, they mean fuckin' business. I tried to evade him, you know, keep my guts intact, but he was swinging wild and I knew it wouldn't stop unless I put a stop to it myself. So I go for a takedown and grab one of his legs. He stumbles on one leg for a little bit, but he's a potato sack bigger than me so it's easy for him to resist it. He yanks his leg from my grip and grabs my head in a guillotine with one hand, and slits my throat with the other. The fed we were wrestling for had a policy of not ringing the bell until someone was pinned or submitted, and if they had stayed true to that policy, I wouldn't be here right now.
This here is what I got wrestling the Haunted House in LVPW. Two other kids in that ring, both idiots. Not that I was any better, I got locked in that chamber door as well. We were all idiots, and we were cockfighting for money. They gave us all kinds of tools too, barbed wire, crowbars, even gasoline. Rules are we're allowed to do anything we want to each other as long as nobody dies... but as long as half of the blood in their system isn't spilled out all over the floor, we're still stuck in here with each other. I wouldn't call it humane, but we were given the chance to back out, and we all said no. So I'm pouring gasoline all over this one guy, about to drop a match on him when the other guy gets up from a harsh blow, probably concussed, and knocks the gasoline bottle out of my hand. Shit spills all over my arm, and the match lights it. My arm is ablaze and my flesh is searing. Most sane people would hit the routine, Stop, Drop, and Roll, but I was far from sane. I took my flaming arm and hit the kid who lit it on fire with a lariat, dropped him straight to the floor hoping that his throat was still intact. Then I drop and ignite the other kid with a flaming punch. Looked like some kind of superhero movie scene. The whole place went ablaze with gasoline and they had to end the match and come in with fire extinguishers just to keep this kid from burning to death. I figured I'd get fired, maybe even arrested, but nope. I won the match, and a Hardcore Title. The belt is gone now, but I've been wearing it on my arm ever since.
So, what kind of scars have you got? Cut your thumb maybe when fooling around with a pocket knife? Or maybe a fish hook got caught in your finger and you had to pull it out without giving yourself a booboo. There's nothing wrong with that, sometimes a life of sanity is what's best for the sane. But know this - until you've seen what I've seen, and felt what I've felt, don't cast your judgment on me. I'm here to wrestle, not to impress you.
My name is Jeff James, and I've said all you need to hear.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:09:25 GMT -5
Life on Mercury: The Finale By Dave Shadow Jay: Dave, if you can hear me....Gingerdude has taken the title. He says he has no choice but to announce you’re in no condition to defend so must vacate the title. If you don’t make it to the show tonight....The crowd all filed in to the makeshift arena in the middle of the food court, everyone chattering amongst themselves. This was the big day for Dave, and he knew it was today or never. As he peered out through the curtains at the ever filling arena, he felt a big hand come down on his shoulder behind him. He didn’t have to look round to know who it was; the small of alcohol gave Jim away instantly. Jim: Big day for you, huh Dave. You beat Homer tonight, you take that title and you’ll be finished here. Dave: Yeah. Free to go home again.Jim: Exactly. Listen, I thought I’d give you some advice. Homer’s got a bad right hip, so you hit him just right in it, you’ll probably be able to take him down without much hassle.Dave: Thanks for the help Jim, but this isn’t my first rodeo. I know what I’ve got to do. Jim: Well, given he’s about four times the size of you, I think you need all the help you can get. Now, go get ready. You don’t have long left now.Jim turned and left Dave to look out through the curtains, his heart racing faster and faster. Dave closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping to wake up from the dream. But alas, he was still here. He too turned away from the curtain and headed back to the dressing rooms to get ready.
While the show was only an hour long before Dave’s turn to go out, it felt like an eternity. He sat backstage on the floor, leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. Waiting and waiting for his chance. Finally, it was his turn. Jim came and got him, as the two headed towards the entrance way. By the time Dave had reached it, Homer Haybale was already out in the ring. The crowd were all behind him, and he could hear them chanting his name. Nothing ever changed, even here in 1973. The crowd still didn’t know what they wanted.
The announcer called out Dave’s name, as he made his way out through the curtains. No entrance music or flashy lights. No pyro. Only a loud chorus of boos for the foreigner who dared to get in the ring with the champ. Dave pushed his hair out of his eyes, wiping away the sweat from his brow, as the bell rang. Haybale just stood there, laughing at him, as Dave hit the ropes and started to circle the ring. He wasn’t alone; the crowd thought it was hilarious as well. Out of the corner of his eye, Dave spotted Jim walking through the curtain and moving into position at Dave’s corner.Jim: Oi, nancy boy. Better stop with all the theatrics. These people came to see a wrestling match, not a bloody ballet. Dave walks towards the center of the ring, as Haybale pushed himself off the ropes and approached him. He reached out to try and grab Dave but Dave ducked and moved in behind him. Dave ran at the ropes and hit them, before coming back as hard as he could. Instead of hitting some form of attack though, he ran straight into Haybale’s massive form. Dave bounced back onto the canvas, clutching at his chest. It felt like he had just run face first into a wall. As he tried to regain his heart, a voice echoed through his head.Jay: Nurse! NURSE? Something’s wrong!Pandemonium and chaos. Voices. Screaming and shouting. He could hear another voice. A nurse.Nurse: He’s coding, get the crash cart.Dave’s eyes opened wide, but before h could hear any more, he felt two big hands wrap around his neck. Haybale picked him up and threw him straight into the corner, before following him. Nurse: Clear!Before Dave could regain his composure, Haybale pulled back and dropped a big palm across Dave’s chest. Dave let out a yelp of pain, his chest feeling as if it had just exploded. His vision started to dim, as the crowd around him were on their feet, cheering and chanting for another big chop. Dave tried to tell Haybale not to, but it was to late.Nurse: No good, clear! The second chop felt even worse than the first, as Dave fell down to the canvas and rolled round, clutching his chest in agony. He let out a loud swear, not caring about the horrified reactions on the faces of the kids and parents. He crawled towards the rope, nearly afraid to look round to see where Haybale was. He could hear the crowd cheering, so presumed that the giant was working them, trying to make them eat out of the palm of his hand. He didn’t care though. It felt like his chest had just exploded.Jay: Is he ok?Nurse: We’ve got a pulse again, but he’s going to have to fight. It’s down to him now. Dave knew this was it. He spotted Rosie running down the ramp as well, standing beside Jim, as the two looked on at him with concerned looks on their faces. Using the ropes to hold himself up, he glared up at the ceiling, the bright white lights shining down from the rafters. The light felt good on his face, and he closed his eyes. The light slowly surrounded his body, making him feel lighter. Maybe he didn’t need to fight any more. Maybe he could just give up. The light got brighter and brighter, as Dave felt weaker and weaker.
Jay, Jim & Rosie: DAVE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:09:52 GMT -5
Dave opened his eyes just in time to see Haybale hurtling at him at top speed. As much out of instinct than anything else, Dave ducked and rolled under the giant’s outstretched arms. Leaping back to his feet, the lights seemed to dim again. Looks like Dave was fighting. Dave ran at Haybale as he turned back round, and jumped up in the air, hitting a big punch to the side of the head. Haybale laughed and pushed Dave back, before charging at him again. Dave had fought enough big men before to know the best way to take them down was to use their own strength against them. Dave dropped and stretched out both his legs, tripping Haybale and sending him flying across the ring and into the ropes. The second rope hit Haybale’s falling throat and sent him springing backwards, still standing, as Dave followed him in and hit a strong kick to the side of the head. Haybale was still on his feet though. Dave ran over to the corner. He gave one last look up at the lights above and smiled.
Not today.
Dave dived off the top rope. The crowd watched in amazement as he ploughed feet first into the gigantic frame of his opponent, and the lumbering giant fell slowly to the ground. The crowd were silent, as Dave flung himself over his body, and covered him. The ref looked terrified as well, but climbed down to make the count of 5. As the bell rang, Dave climbed to his feet and stood looking out at the scene developing around him.
Kids booing. Parents starting to lead them out of the “arena” disgusted. The ref tending to Haybale who had probably never been kicked so hard in his life. And Jim and Rosie climbing into the ring, Jim brandishing the title belt. He approached Dave and put it over his shoulder.Dave: Thanks.Jim: I’ll admit. It’s not good for business. But I’m delighted to see that monger on the losing end of a beating for once.Dave: So that’s it? I can go?He looked back and forth from Rosie to Jim. They were serious. But...he was still here?Dave: How....how do I get home?Jim: What type of question is that? I’d imagine you walk back up the ramp and through the curtains.Dave: And that’s it? Jim: That’s it Dave. It’s been a pleasure. Now. OI EVERYONE! WHO WANTS TO BUY SOME MERCHINDISE! Jim patted Dave on the shoulder and turned away, clambering out of the ring again, and heading after the leaving crowds. Dave looked at Rosie.Dave: I....I think this is goodbye.Rosie: Don’t be daft. We’ll see each other again someday.Dave: Walk with me? Backstage, I mean.Rosie: I can’t, I’ve got to go help Jim. She held out her arms, as Dave moved forward into the embrace.Rosie: You know, you could stay here?Dave: Stay?Rosie: You don’t have to go home. Stay. We can be happy.Dave: I can’t.Rosie: Yeah. I know. But I had to ask.The two let go of each other, as they looked at each other for the final time. Dave thought he could see a tear in her eyes. Dave: I gotta go. People to see. Things to avenge.Rosie: Good luck Dave. Dave walked past her and climbed out of the ring, heading back up the ramp towards the curtain. As he reached the top, he looked back at the ring, Rosie standing in the middle of it, looking back at him. It may have been Dave’s imagination, but it looked like her face was blurring. He turned back and walked through the curtains.
On the other side, was blackness.============== The nurses and doctor stood in the hospital room, checking Dave’s pulse. Jay sat in a corner, his head in his hands. As Dave sat bolt upright without warning, he nearly knocked one of the nurses out with a head butt. Dave let a massive gasp for air out, before clutching his chest again. Pain. Agony. His eyes felt stingy, the light hurting his eyes. His body felt sore and numb all over.Jay: DAVE!Dave looked around just in time to spot his brother running at him, wrapping himself around Dave with another hug. Everyone else in the room looked on at him in amazement. Dave pushed Jay off him, and looked round. His title belt was gone.
Dave: Jay. Get my clothes. I’ve got a show to get to.Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:10:50 GMT -5
Save Your Breath [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] Sometimes when a problem has become too big to handle…you tie it up. Well if that problem is named Vortex that is. Our scene opens up to Vortex’s locker room where he is currently tied up in a chair and gagged. These are not ordinary shackles however they are steel chain. If there were one night Vortex could not screw up for himself, this would be it.
It was the night before Seven Deadly Sins, and everything had to go smoothly if this whole ruse was to be perpetuated through the event. Abel looks at his handiwork and smiles, as Vortex looks even more ridiculous than ever. Apparently, the gag is not strong enough however—Vortex seems to be rather immune to chloroform—as Vortex is sitting, rocking back and forth, and laughing like a loon.Abel: You’re an idiot. Vortex: OMNOMNOM…choo choo…hahahaha…Abel: I must give you credit, you are very good at making people think you’re stupid. Vortex: I’m even better at making YOU look stupid. Mmhmm…yep. Abel: Too bad you aren’t getting that chance tonight. Vortex: Houdini? WHERE ART THOU?! Violent rocking followed by more chewing on the chloroform candy gag that was now half eaten. If anything, Vortex was mocking Abel. There was literally no way to break those chains without a few Exodus pills, and Vortex didn’t have any on him—at least not in any place that wasn’t a crevice—so tonight’s outlook looked to be going up by the moment.Vortex: Am I not entertaining? Do I not bring joy to the millions of children watching this show…am I not Willy Wonka? Abel: No. Vortex: BUT I HAVE THE GOLDEN…ticket. Thrashing and Vortex was on the floor looking up. He was trying his hardest to break his bonds, however now he had seemingly gotten himself in even worse of a predicament. No doubt Vortex was seething at this point, and he would gladly kill Abel for doing this to him. If only Abel could leave him at the warehouse instead of bringing him around people, however leaving Vortex unattended for an extended period was not an option. Abel: You’re not getting out of those. Vortex: Metaphorical Mountains have been moved before. Man…chained, no way out. Suddenly, a bright flash of light…Nothing happens.Vortex: Damn. Abel: I told you, I don’t care how mentally powerful you are you cannot break physical bonds with the mind. This isn’t one of our simulations Atrus. Vortex: To YOU it is not. To those of us that can sense and bend the fabrics of reality to our will however…Credit is given where credit is due. And at this very moment Vortex deserves a hell of a lot of credit for what happens next. Vortex actually is able to roll the chair and get enough momentum to physically pick himself up off of the floor and lunge at Abel. Abel of course dodges this move, and a nice large dent results from where scary mask meets even scarier locker metal.Vortex: BOOMSHAKALAKA! Alright, this wasn’t a good sign. If Vortex was able to do that even a few more times, he could eventually break out of his bonds. Especially if he took a liking to slamming himself off of the concrete wall. Which eventually he would, as in this state of mind, bodily care was nowhere near the top of Vortex’s mental checklist of things to do.Vortex: Forever your eyes will be closed, the endless fear has gone, after darkness comes the sun, forever salvation has come, FOREVER YOU’LL BE GOoOoNEE! Yeah he’s pissed. Abel: If we weren’t in a public place I’d kill you again and have Winters assemble you right this time. Vortex: TOUCHE! Time was running out, Vortex—or rather Abel—had a match tonight as well as a statement to make. All he could do is hope that Vortex wouldn’t break free of his chains, however that hope was small. Vortex: Did you kno…Two tranquilizer shots to the face.Abel: Save your breath… Vortex lies motionless for the moment, and Abel hurries off to finish his work before Vortex wakes up and causes hell for everyone. Abel leaves the room and shuts the door, however before the camera fades out it zooms close to Vortex’s mask.
He twitches.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:11:51 GMT -5
Match 4: BJ Jefferson vs. Mr. Red (Credit: Rob) BJ Jefferson vs. Mr. RedJack JeffersonThe camera does a pan around the arena and the fans in attendance go crazy as they try to make the most of their split second on TV. Especially those who are holding up their carefully crafted signs to show the support for their favourite wrestlers, oddly one guy is holding up a piece of cardboard with the name Dave Shadow scrawled on in black marker pen. Inside the ring Philip Jones is waiting patiently to be allowed enough quiet to announce the upcoming match.Philip: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first from Columbus, Ohio and weighing in at 200lbs... MR. REEEEEDDDD!!There is an impressive pop as “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N Roses hits the speakers and all the fans leap back to their feet to cheer Mr. Red as he walks through the curtain. He walks casually down the ramp, slapping hands with as many fans as possible along the way. He rolls into the ring and instantly leaps onto the ropes to soak in the adulation of the fans.Philip: And his opponent from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 172lbs of pure muscle... BJ JEEEFFFFEEERRSSOOOONNN!!“Nobody Move, Nobody Gets Hurt” by We Are Scientists and as the opening drum solo kicks in the lights at the side of the curtains flash a bright yellow. As the lyrics kick Brad Jefferson bursts from the curtain to a very mixed, but mostly positive, reaction from the crowd. He sprints down to the ring, slapping a few outstretched hands. He skilfully leaps on the apron and poses for the fans who cheer for him, he walks towards the turnbuckle and leaps into the ring, using the ropes for assistance, he then leaps straight onto the middle rope and strikes a pose that showcases his impressive muscle definition before climbing onto the top rope and performing a backflip onto his feet in the middle of the ring, he then walks towards his corner and casually removes his jacket before throwing it to a stage hand at ring side as he waits for the start of the bout.*Bell Rings* BJ Jefferson and Mr. Red lock up in the middle of the ring but as they do so a strange hush falls over the crowd. The silence is deafening and time seems to grind to a standstill until it is interrupted by a voice. : Hey! Brad! BJ and Mr. Red break their tie-up and turn their attention to the AlphaTron which is displaying a worryingly close-up shot of Jack Jefferson’s face. He is wearing a menacing smile that makes it worrying to consider what’s running through his mind.Jack: Hey there little brother. So you’re not going to accept my challenge? Can’t say I’m surprised. You always were a coward so it makes sense that you’re scared. Now let me tell you, BJ, this gave me a great idea. I have decided that you need some motivation, a fire lit under your arse! I am going to light that fire! Jack backs away, revealing that behind him Mizuki is tied to a chair with a gag in her mouth to stop her from speaking. Her face is streaked with tears as she squirms and struggles against the shackles that hold her but to no avail. Jack smiles again, pushing his face into hers with obvious delight at her terror. He looks back at the camera and therefore towards BJ.Jack: You think she’s scared now?! Oh I haven’t even begun yet. With the glee radiating from his face he produces a hunting knife, twirling it between his fingers with mesmerisation in his eyes like he’s in a trance. He slowly rubs the flat side of the blade along Mizuki’s face and you can see her eyes screaming despite the fact that the gag in her mouth prevents her from making any actual noise. Jack stands back up with a smirk plastered on his face before it’s replaced with a slightly puzzled expression.Jack: You know what little brother? This isn’t as fun as I thought it might be. So I’m gonna cut out these scare tactics, fun as they are, and cut straight to the chase. Pun intended. You’ll understand what I’m saying in a minute. Jefferson’s smirk returns as he turns towards Mizuki, making every move deliberate in order to draw out the suspense. He looks gleeful as he brings the blade close to her face, using his left hand to hold her head steady, and excruciatingly slowly draws the blade down her face. Blood begins pouring forth from her cheek. He laughs at her obvious agony and turns back to the camera.Jack: Do you accept my challenge now BJ? The screen goes black and we cut back to the ring where the deafening sound of booing is overwhelming. BJ Jefferson looks stunned but as soon as he gathers his senses he leaps out of the ring and runs to the back, not even hesitating to glance behind him. The referee looks confused but then realises his duties and begins counting... ...1... ...2... ...3... ...4... ...5... ...6... ...7... ...8... ...9... ...10! Philip: Your winner of this match, as a result of a countout... MR. REEEEEDDDD!!Mr. Red doesn’t seem thrilled by this result and refuses to let the referee raise his hand. He climbs out of the ring and solemnly walks to the back without as much as a word.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 27, 2009 16:12:37 GMT -5
===================== Summer Break 6/7 Chris Phenomenal: Chris Phenomenal ===================== Chris Phenomenal: It was all worth it.
Chris looks up and over an hour as passed as he’s wandered through his mind, the time is now five thirty and Chris gets up to his feet.
Chris Phenomenal: Go time.
With that Chris grabs his gun and clicks off the safety, Plaxico Burress be damned it needs to be ready to go at any time before heading to the door, ready for the end. |
The scene opens on what could be described as a hot evening, the temperature in the low 80’s as Chris Phenomenal is shown standing in front of what appears to be an abandoned factory building in dire need of a paint job. Chris takes a step forward, knowing that from somewhere he is being watched. He continues forward towards an open door before stepping through and immediately the lights turn on. It appears as if this was once a meat packers, loose cables that once held carcasses dangling ominously over head as Chris continues forward, one cannot be scared of such things when they now that there life is going to be over within five minutes. All of the sudden the creak of the door is heard as it swings shut and immediately a half dozen over head lights shine down on Chris.[/I] Voice: Hello Christopher. Stepping from the shadows is a Hispanic man, about five feet, six inches tall and weighing approximately one hundred and fourty pounds. In his hand is an old fashioned meat clever that glistens in the light save for one patch coated in dried blood. Chris is not worried however and immediately pulls out his gun and points it right at the man who has apparently brought a knife to a gun fight.Man: Easy there Chris, we don’t need for this to get testy. Chris Phenomenal:[/color] Where the fuck is she.Chris keeps the gun trained on the other man who smiles as from behind Chris another voice comes out of the darkness.
Voice: She’s right here, with me.
All of the sudden the rest of the lights come on and three men are shown standing behind Chris, two with their guns trained on him, and the man who has just spoken with his gun pointed right at the temple of Paige who is bound and gagged, tied to a chair. Chris turns and looks and the man who hath spoken previously looks Chris straight in the eye and it clicks with Chris who this man is,
Man: Amazing what has happened Chris, at one point you were the one who everyone idolized, who could get everything you wanted, everyone wanted to be around you. Now look at you, you are all alone, no one to save your back, no one to make sure that you walk out alive. In fact, I could blow out Paige’s brains right now and then kill you if. It may take my life but as I do not doubt that your trigger finger is still the fastest around, but there are three of us.
Chris looks into the ground, realizing the predicament he has put himself in but knows that he can’t do anything about it. He needed to come and save Paige, he needed to make sure she was safe, but how?
Man: Do not be concerned with that though Chris, I have every intention of leaving here safely as long as you co-operate, in fact, I’m going to show come compassion. I’m going to let you have one final moment with Paige, surely that will make this all worth it.
The man leans over and unties Paige from her bonds and immediately she runs over and embraces Chris, whispering into his ear.
Paige: I knew you’d come.Chris can’t say a word, he’s too busy trying to choke back the tears that inevitably start flowing. Paige turns and looks him right in the face, smiling, before brushing away a tear.
Paige: How are you getting out of this?Chris looks at Paige, hoping his eyes will tell her everything she needs to know but he can’t do it. Backed into a corner he is left with only one choice.
Chris Phenomenal: I love you.With those three simple words, Chris kisses Paige and then backs away.
Chris Phenomenal: Run.Finally Paige understands and looks at Chris who dismisses her with a look. Paige sheds a tear before starting to run as Chris keeps his gun trained on the men as he hears the door shut behind him. The man who once held his gun on Paige turns and looks at Chris, smiling.
Man: Now that I have fulfilled my end of the deal, I would now ask you to get on your knees and place your hands on your head.
Chris looks at the man and shakes his head.
Chris Phenomenal: You honestly didn’t think I was going down that easily?The man can’t help but look as Chris quickly grabs a medium length knife out of his waistband and all while keeping the gun trained on the man, throws it directly at the man with the cleaver, going right through his throat and severing his spinal cord, killing him instantly. The quickness of the assault leaves the men stunned enough so that Chris is able to shoot one of the men in the head and dodges a bullet shot from the man who had his gun on Paige by rolling to cover behind some crates before quickly shooting the other man in the head, killing him instantly and then unloading the rest of the clip at the third man, connecting with two shots to the shoulder, a third to the face, and the final one, connecting with his hand, knocking the gun out, Chris springs into action quickly grabbing a hold of it, and unloading a round right into his head putting him out of his misery. Chris looks down at the carnage and grabbing his gun, throws another clip in prepared for the worst. Heading for the door, Chris isn’t surprised when it’s opened, and goes to shoot until he realizes who is being used as a human shield, Paige
Chris Phenomenal: Son of a bitch.Voice: That’s right Chris, you obviously didn’t think I was going to leave this in Sergio’s hands
Standing behind Chris, with his gun trained at his heads is a man about six feet two inches and quite possibly three hundred pounds.
Man: Drop the gun.
Chris drops the gun like he is told and is then forced down to his knees by the end of the gun.
Man: Now I get to watch you suffer, and get Paige to myself, the way things should have always been.
The intentions now clear, Chris can’t help but shake his head, knowing his best on this day was not enough.Dear God, just let Paige be safe, that’s all I ask.
With that, a number of memories run rapidly through his mind, his life litterally flashing in front of his eyes, he hears the bullet slide into the chamber of the gun at his head, and then the laugh of Paige ringing in his ears, the last thing he ever hears as the crack of the gun fills the abandoned factory.BOOM![/font]
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