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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:31:07 GMT -5
Untitled, Uncredited. II. As my feet crunch down upon the barren soil I can’t help but feel the strings of regret tugging away upon my heart. This land was to be filled with smiling children holding onto their parents with one hand and a balloon in the other. The sound of screaming echoing off rickety old roller coaster tracks. The smell of grilled hotdogs venting in from all angles of the midway. Planet Thunderkiss was to be one of my crowing achievements of my fame. A world inside of a world where all things Thunderkiss and ACW would be celebrated. Now it stands as one of my biggest failures. The only thing that lay before me is two dozen acres of an unfinished construction project that is currently under rent to the native wildlife. Well, better someone have it than no one at all. In the distance I see the glowing lights of the arena illuminating the night sky. The faint roar of the crowd catches my ear, even from here. It is as if the winds off the Atlantic are teasing me, taunting me, to see if they bring forth a jealous thought. If that is truly their intentions they will be sorely disappointed. I am a man on a mission and that mission does not include wallowing around in my regrets, regrets that do not include that colossus that hangs onto the horizon line as if it was ready to strike down upon the Earth. At this very moment, all inside are undoubtedly laying all their life’s ambitions and troubles onto the backs of either Senator Steve Phillips or Dan White, hoping either man can make them forget about their miserable existence for fifteen or so odd minutes. None of that matters to me anymore. I always said a title is only worth as much as the man who holds it. That stated, I wouldn’t give you the spare change in my sofa for any achievement found around here. They might as well take all their belts made out of fools gold and put them on pegs to sell as children’s toys. But that is neither here nor there at the moment and I best refocus my attention to the real reason why I stand here tonight before my straying mind causes me to error. What I seek tonight lays before me and my mind is the only map to help guide me to it. Closing my eyes I recall that fateful day when I stumbled upon it and I let my instincts take over and do the rest. Twenty steps forward, ten to the right. Oh yes, I feel it. It is close. You see, my main goal when I purchased this land was not to build an amusement park. That was only a false facade built around my true intentions. It was what I found many years ago on this site that caused me to open my wallet to its previous owners. I remember their laughter when I showed them my initial offer. They asked me as if I were an ignorant fool, “Why would you possibly want this useless plot of land?” It was hard to allow another to degrade me in such a manner but I played along so that they did not get suspicious. As they say, all’s well that ends well and I assure you there will be no laughing when they discover what was hidden underneath their own noses for all those years. Here. This is it. When I open my eyes my vision affirms to me that my assumption is correct. Just to be sure I lay this image upon one plucked from my mind taken from that moment in time and overlap them. They match. Shovel in hand, I begin digging until dawn which is just fine for me. I’ve had many a workouts on this island, one more surely could not hurt. You want to know how far down the rabbit hole goes? You’re about to find out. (To Be Continued)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:32:42 GMT -5
(Title: Trouble in the Stable) (Credit: Senator, Jonny Hughes, Chris Phenomenal.)
The scene opens inside of the Senatorial Stable locker room, Senator taping up his wrists in preparations for tonight’s match against Dan White. In the background the sounds of “Hey Jude” provide the backdrop for Senator’s preparations for the night. The calm, meditative bliss is interrupted however by the sound of the door slamming against the wall as Chris Phenomenal comes waltzing in averting the attention of Senator from his wrist tape to Chris. Chris’ initial look of rage is replaced by one of disdain as he turns and looks at the radio sitting atop of the locker shelf.
Chris Phenomenal: What is it with you old people and fucking awful music. Ginger last week with his Gucci opera crap, now you with this. What’s wrong with Nas, DMX, ya know.
Senator stares at Chris shaking his head and despite his focus earlier on he know sports a small smile.
Senator: You know Chris, that is one of the things I have grown to appreciate about you. Although some may take it as a lack of culture on your behalf, I do not fault you all things considered for never hearing of the Beatles.
Chris Phenomenal: I mean, you should be getting jacked, get the blood flowing, ready to kick some ass, not mellowing out to this shit.
Senator: I take it you have never heard the expression regarding the “calm before the storm?”
Chris stares back.
Chris Phenomenal: I’m not an idiot.
Senator: I never insinuated that you were, instead I was trying to explain that if my blood is pumping, my body pulsing this soon before my match, I may do more harm to my eventual performance than good. Unless you were implying something different?
The glare of Senator back towards Chris does not mask the fact that Senator knows that Chris’ appearance has something to do with his announcement prior this evening.
Chris Phenomenal: Look, I understand the fact that you’re confident however I can’t help but think the fact that you’re retirement is more out of cowardice than anything.
Senator: Who is to say that I will be retiring Chris, I do not think that you believe I will lose this match. My goals, my mission to restore ACW to its once proud tradition has not yet been fully completed.
Chris Phenomenal: I fully believe that you can win this match, however I’ve learned a few things over the past three months Steve and that’s the fact that you’re always one step ahead of everyone else, that you’re always trying to make sure someone doesn’t get the advantage on you.
Senator: Prudence, yes. Something that you can’t overlook is the actions of the entire roster. You never know where your next challenge will come from so you must always be prepared for everything.
Chris Phenomenal: That’s my point exactly Steve, I’ve seen you in every training session, every time you’ve shown me a move that you’re impressed with what I’m doing, with how much I’ve improved in the ring. You’re also smart however and you know that I haven’t forgotten about that ACW Title shot that I still have.
Senator: Which you rightfully earned and I plan to uphold the terms of our deal.
Chris Phenomenal: But what if you lose, what if you no longer have the ACW Title Steve, then it’s gone, vamoose, sayonara, it’s only bound to you, not the title. You also know how I can fly off the handle at the simple things, the temper problem that you have refereed to more than once. I believe Senator, that you’re afraid of me, afraid that just like what you’ve seen me to do to Rattlesnake I may do to you. You’re also worried that my professed respect for Dan could fester itself tonight, me double crossing you and allowing Dan to pick up the win. I don’t see your retirement as a sign of self-confidence, I see it as a sign of self preservation.
Senator gets up from his seat and walks over to Chris Phenomenal looking him in the eye.
Senator: Chris, over the past five years in ACW, with the running of this stable I have been turned on more than once by members who see me as nothing more than a way to elevate their careers, Jay Zero for one, Jason Freeman could even be seen as another. The only member who remained loyal to me their entire career is dead. Now I was wary about inviting anyone else into my company, if you will recall the terms of our deal you were never officially in the Senatorial Stable. That said however over the past three months you have proven yourself to be both loyal, and invaluable. You have not only taken out men like Jake Steele, Jason Freeman and Dan White, but you have also given us something we would not have had and that is someone with imposing stature. Now I assure you, whatever motives you think I might have are purely your own delusions. It would be my honor to face you in the ring however I feel I could not do you justice. I know eventually my time will come to pass Chris but until then, I’m going to keep swinging. You do not believe that maybe this was purely psychological, to toy with Dan White?
Senator takes a brief pause as he begins to circle Chris.
Senator: It would be one thing to defeat me, to take away my Worlds Title. To retire me is something different altogether. It adds more onto Dan White’s shoulders, it increases the likely hood that at a critical juncture he will become caught up in the festivities, in the enormity of the moment and that will lead to his down fall. If I were you Chris, I would not worry about this entire retirement stipulation. I have no intentions of leaving ACW any time soon, and that my friend, is nothing but the truth.
Chris turns and looks at Senator, and then up at the wall clock, as a stage hand comes and tells Chris that his match is up next.
Senator: Do not worry Chris, there is nothing to be afraid of tonight. Stay focused on Rattlesnake and the task at hand and everything will work out for the better. I assure you.
The look on Chris face says otherwise, still not convinced at the motives of Senator. The two look at each other as Senator extends his hand as Chris hesitates for a moment before the awkwardness of the situation is interrupted by Jonny Hughes.
Jonny Hughes: I’m sorry, am I interrupting?
Both Senator and Chris welcome the distraction as they turn and look at Jonny, Chris taking the lead.
Chris Phenomenal: Nothing, but I’m up. Senator, best of luck.
With that Chris brushes past Jonny Hughes who returns his gaze to Senator with a questioning look.
Jonny Hughes What’s going on in here?
Senator: I am not quite certain for once in my life. All I know is that something has gone seriously wrong with Chris, he seems different.
Jonny Hughes: I wasn’t going to mention it, but earlier I heard him crying. I don’t think all is well with him.
Senator: Whatever his problems are, I do hope he is able to keep himself together, at least for tonight.
Jonny Hughes: Whatever the case, all that matters is the belt stays on our side tonight. Are you ready?
Senator: As I just told Mr. Phenomenal, I have no plans of tonight being my last.
With that Senator returns to his seat as Jonny Hughes looks on and the scene fading away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:36:06 GMT -5
Blood Stain By Dave Shadow Dave Shadow sat on the floor outside his dressing room, his back up against the wall, the International championship belt laid carefully alongside him. Directly across from him was a red stain on the wall, running down and across the carpet and in under the door of the dressing room; people had obviously tried scrubbing it off over the last week, but then blood isn’t the easiest substance to get off a brick wall. People walked up and down the coridoor; some looked at Dave, some threw a witty remark in his direction, but none registered to Dave. His eyes were firmly locked on the blood stain. His brother’s blood.
Some bastard had done this to Jay. Someone had assaulted him in Dave’s dressing room and dragged his body out in order to position it in the same manner he had done to Dave a few weeks ago. It was a heinous and horrible attack; one which should never have taken place. And one which Dave plans on making some body pay for in their own blood as well.
Dave notices that somebody has now stopped and stands beside him. He tries to ignore them; everyone else has moved on so far, realising he isn’t in much of a mood to talk. After a while though, he realises they aren’t going away. He takes his eyes from the blood and looks up; Charlotte King and a cameraman look down at him. He sees that look in their eyes that he has seen in everyone’s since the attacks; sorrow and pity. He hates that look.
Dave: I’m not in the mood.Charlotte: Listen, I am sorry about what happened, but its in your contract that your expected to do these interviews at least once per pay per view. Dave sighed and lowered his head, before using the wall to pull himself up to a vertical base. Brushing himself down and straightening out his clothes, Dave nodded, signalling her to begin the interview. The entire time, he can’t help but notice how King’s eyes are continually darting back and forth to the bloody stain. King: Well, we’re not that long away now from your title defence against Jack Jefferson and Jason Freeman. Dave: Let me guess. “What are my thoughts going in to this match tonight?”King: You know me so well. Dave: Yeah, unfortunately. Listen, I’ve heard all the rumours and the talking from the boys backstage. I’ve had people come up to me and claim that I’ve been on something of a downward trend as of late. And I understand where that’s coming from. My last two matches have been for titles here in ACW; titles I know I should now be holding but for one reason or another, I failed to capture them. But shit happens. So I’ve lost two matches in a row. That doesn’t bother me. If anything, it motivates me. Cause now, I have more to lose than just my title. I have my pride at stake. So, to be frank, I fully plan on it being “Third time lucky” here tonight. Freeman and Jefferson will not be walking out of this match with my title belt.King: Confident then? Dave: Of course I am. You need to be confident. And you know what? That isn’t my only motivation going in to this match. Jay, I know you can’t hear me, but this match tonight....I’m dedicating it to you. And not just you, either. See, I am also dedicating it to whomever the son of a bitch is who is behind these attacks. Cause I know you’re watching this match closely. I heard your little message and let me tell you something....received loud and clear. Whomever you are, I invite you to watch closely as I whoop Freeman and Jefferson around that ring. Because what I do to them tonight is only a fraction of what I shall do to you when I get my hands on your ass.
And as for Freeman and Jefferson....well, I do apologise. You two are unfortunate victims, in the wrong place at the wrong time. It could have been anybody in any match. But I need to make to make a statement, and you guys are going to have to try and survive that. So put any images of grandeur you had in your heads out of them right now, because at the end of the match, it’s going to be my hand raised, my waist the title is put around and my name which rings through the arena. This title belt is going to be mine for a very...VERY long time.Dave gives Charlotte a “We’re done?” look; not that he’s asking. It’s more of a rhetorical question. She nods, as Dave looks at the blood stain once more, before turning and opening the door to his dressing room. He enters and starts to get ready for his big match, as we fade to the next segment....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:37:18 GMT -5
Match 4: Glass Man Standing MatchRattlesnake vs. Chris Phenomenal (Credit: Chris P) *Ding Ding* Jones: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is a Glass Man Standing Match where the winner will be the man who incapacitates there opponent so as they are unable to answer a ten count. The referee in charge of tonight’s contest is Keiji Makabe. weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifty seven pounds, standing six feet eight inches tall from Orlando Florida, he is the Emperor of the Ring winner in two thousand and six as well as a former ACW International Champion… 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. Jones: and his opponent. Tonight he weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds, standing six feet seven inches tall. Hailing from Harlem, New York, he is the former ACW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION… Jones: CHRIS PHENOMENAL!!! The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong “Dead Wrong” fills the arena as Chris Phenomenal comes through the curtain, entertainment title around his waist as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp, his head down covered by a hooded sweat shirt. He makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands throwing his arms out as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the entrance ramp before climbing in between the second and third ropes. Chris goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. McNally: This is going to be a blood bath Eddie, glass objects all around the ring, light tubes against one set of ropes, hell I even see some C4 to make a shower. Edison: All I know is that between this match and the Hell in a Cell that ring canvas is going to be trashed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:37:57 GMT -5
*Ding Ding*
With the sound of the bell Chris removes his hoody and cracks his neck a few times before looking at Snake who is staring down at him. The two approach each other, circling each other before squaring off in the middle of the ring, engaging in a collar and elbow tie up. The battle of wills comes to a stale mate after thirty seconds of both men trying to take advantage, but neither man is willing to give an inch. A lot of pushing but getting nowhere. Finally Chris abandons the futile endeavor and takes the back of Snake before executing a nice Greco-roman take down, planting Snake on his stomach. Chris keeps him pinned down for a second before rolling over the top of his back into a front face lock, smothering Snake trying to suck the wind out of his body. Snake slowly fights to his feet, firing a few punches to the gut and then an elbow and finally is able to break free of Phenomenal. Snake fires a right to the face of Phenomenal, but Chris catches it and turns through, executes a beautiful Ippon Seionage take down, and rears back on the arm of Snake, as well as digging his knee into the back of Snake adding pressure to the limb as he rears back.
McNally: Good work here by Chris Phenomenal to control the body of Rattlesnake early on. Wear him down enough so that he can effectively use the weapons around ringside.
Edison: I don’t know how long Chris is going to last without breaking out the weapons though.
Snake fires a hard reverse elbow to the ehad of Chris Phenomenal trying to make some room to fight out of the road but all this causes Chris to do is take his frustrations out, popping up to his feet with the arm lock still in and deliver a dropping knee right to the middle of Snakes back as he grimaces and Chris turns over the hold this time into a seated kimura as Snake tries to work to his feet but again Chris drives the knee into the spine before letting go of the hold before delivering a knee strike reminiscent of Senator to the side of Snakes head as he backs away and the referee in charge of the match Keiji Makabe comes over to Snake and begins the count out. Snake takes his time, Makabe getting to five before he is able to establish a solid base. Chris looks on shaking his head seeming dis-interested with the match at hand. The two come together again with a tie up inside elbow style and once again Chris takes the advantage this time with a European uppercut, a side knee lift and then a cravate that he promptly uses to once again cut the air away from Snake with a rear chinlock.
McNally: Is it just me or does it seem like Chris Phenomenal is bored in the ring with Rattlesnake. He seems to be just going through the paces inside of the ring.
Edison: I don’t know, Rattlesnake was the one who issued this challenge and yet he does not seem prepared in the least, although Chris has been training with Senator, maybe he’s finally starting to reach his own.
Again Snake tries to work his way up but once he gets to one knee Chris slides through his own hold into a three quarters facelock and as Snake tries to peel him off Chris lets go of the hold but then grabs one of the arms and goes right back to work on it with a hammerlock. Snake however is not going to let the hold take any effect on him as he goes towards the set of ring ropes that have light tubes strapped too them and grabs one before swinging it back over his head trying to clock Chris who ducks out of the way, freeing Snake but that doesn’t work to his advantage as he spins around with the light tube right into a drop kick of Chris Phenomenal, sending him stumbling back over the ropes to the floor below, lucky that that side is the only one bare of glass objects. Chris looks down on him from the ring before grabbing a light tube of his own and sliding out the other side. From there Chris looks on as Snake starts to get to his feet only to be cracked in the back of the head by the light tube which shatters on impact as Chris smiles before placing the boot to the back of Snake, seemingly trying to inflict injury to the core of Snake.
McNally: Chris seems almost meticulous here in the match, everything progressing at the pace he wants. It’s unusual however as Chris is usually a free lancer in the ring.
From there Chris looks down at the man at his feet and shakes his head, pitifully before reaching under the ring and grabbing a trash can and smashing it across the back of Snake, and then once he tries to get up grabbing the lid and swinging it like a shield clocking Snake upside the head sending him tumbling over rolling right up against the ring skirt. As Chris backs away he once again looks at Makabe who begins to count out Snake. …1 …2 …3 …4
With Snake still down, Chris goes to the corner and reaches into the pocket of his hoody. He pulls out his brass knuckles, gleaming under the arena lights as he slips them onto his right hand before turning his attention back to Snake who’s slowly getting to his feet. …5 …6
Snake gets to his feet and once he does Chris wastes little time in putting him away, delivering a massive superman punch that rocks him up onto the ring apron as the crowd is somewhat hushed. Chris looks down at Snake, quite possibly already finished but something clicks in Chris, the calm nature that he seemed to have giving way to the aggression that was present moments earlier in the Senatorial Stable locker room. Chris looks down at the brass knuckles on his hand before taking them off and throwing them back towards his hoody in the corner. He then grabs the head of Snake and begins slamming it time after time into the ring apron as Keiji Makabe looks on, Snake not able to defend himself.
McNally: Chris Phenomenal has lost it I think.
Edison: I don’t think so Maxxy, he’s just making sure that Snake is not going to be able to answer the count.
Chris leaves Snake propped up against the ring as he checks under the ring apron for something and not finding it goes over to the other one. The pause however is not beneficial for Chris as Snake is slowly coming too, clearing his head of the inevitable cob webs. Finally Chris finds what he is looking for, a bucket of glass and some glue. Turning to head back to his corner he grabs a roll of tape and begins to promptly tape up his fists. He is interrupted however by Rattlesnake who coming up from behind blind sides him as Chris turns around and sees his foe standing right in front of him. Two minutes ago seemingly unconscious, now standing at full focus. Surprisingly however there is no look of surprise, instead a small smile comes to the face of Chris.
McNally: This is not going to end up good for either man.
Edison: It’s going to bloody though and lord knows there’s nothing like the smell of blood on a Saturday Evening.
Chris turns and fires a punch at Rattlesnake who eats it but comes back with a blow of his own. The two brawl around the ringside towards the entrance ramp as the crowd finally starts getting into the all out brawl reminiscent of those that have occurred over the previous two weeks. Up they go, neither man willing to give an inch, Snake quite possibly slowed a bit by the early assaults of Chris but he‘s not willing to give an inch, not one in the least. About mid way up the ramp Snake takes control for the first time in the match, ducking a shot of Chris’ and throwing him off the elevated ramp to the floor below. Snake looks down at the drop of about four feet and decides it’s time to take to the air as he leaps off and connect with a clothesline that sends Chris flying into the barricade. Snake goes to grab an electrical cable and straps it around the throat of Chris Phenomenal, choking the life out of him. Chris though is not going to give in that easily, eventually working against the rope allowing himself to deliver a shot to the gut of Snake from one knee and then push back up to his feet. There is no brief lull however as like the Phoenix Suns, Chris decides to push the action, the two brawling along the edge of the ramp before eventually whipping Snake back up onto the entrance stage and hopping up in full pursuit, ripping off the tape dangling and firing it at the face of Rattlesnake. As they make there way up to the top of the elevated ramp it’s not certain who exactly is in control, the punch count about even, not having slowed at all since the opening bell. Eventually Snake appears to take the advantage as he delivers a stiff shot and then a cheeky thumb to the eye, the remnants of the old Rattlesnake shining through, that slows him for a moment but gives Snake room to grab him by his long shorts and whip him face first into the crystal display of the large Heatwave logo that shatters on impact, the LED’s that aren’t broken casting a light that reflects off the broken glass in a rainbow of many colors. Snake doesn’t let up, not even by a minute as he grabs a hold of Chris, pulls him out and then spins him around and fires him back into another section of the logo, it breaking as well as he looks on with glee at Chris Phenomenal. Snake looks at Chris backing away from it and then delivers a massive spear that sends both men into the display, tipping it over as there body weight combined shatters the rest of the LED’s as Keiji Makabe surveys the scene, both men down.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:38:30 GMT -5
Snake reaches his feet with the count of five, smiling to himself as Chris takes eight to get to his feet as Snake reaches over and tries to slam Chris face first into the large display at the top of the ramp but fails as Chris blocks it and then slams Snake into it causing him to stumble back as Chris delivers a running elbow to his face that slams Snake down onto the steel ramp.
McNally: Hard takedown there by Chris Hart.
Edison: I can’t believe they destroyed the Heatwave logo though, do you know how much that thing cost?
Back to the action as Snake tries to get to his feet but Chris grabs a hold of him by his hair and fires him down towards the ring, sending Snake rolling down the ring before following him. A swift kick to the sternum sends Snake down to the matting around ringside before Chris grabs one of the steel ring steps, dislodging it, as Snake gets to his feet Chris charges looking to take Snake’s head off with the steps but instead Snake bails out with a drop toe hold that sends Chris slamming down onto the steps face first as the crowd roars for Snake. Snake clambers back into the ring as Keiji Makabe makes the count on Chris Phenomenal …1 …2 …3 …4
Chris gets to his feet and at the count of five slides into the ring as Snake waists little time in putting the boots to Chris, causing him to roll back out of the ring and look up at Snake who stares down at him.
McNally: This match has been a little closer than the last one these two men had, a back and forth battle with neither man showing signs of slowing.
Edison: Snake seems to have recovered well however from the beating he was taking earlier in the match. Looking at Chris he looks flustered in a sense.
Indeed as Chris looks at Snake on the inside of the ring once again he goes berserk, much like he did earlier in the match but this time he starts throwing everything and anything into the ring, the steel ring steps, a chair, a fire extinguisher, a glass table, a wooden table, everything Chris can get his hands on is now in the ring as Makabe and Snake duck each object, finally Snake ducks out of the ring as Chris heads towards the still standing is the glue and bucket of broken glass. As Snake turns the corner however Chris outsmarts him, having held onto a lead pipe and cracking it across the ribs of Rattlesnake before slamming it into his skull, flattening him and then Chris slams him a couple more times with the lead pipe before backing away forcing Makabe to count. …1 …2 …3
As Snake is still down Chris grabs another roll of tape and quickly finishes the tape job he had done earlier, covering his entire hand in tape, locking in the fist. …4
McNally: What the hell is Chris Phenomenal doing, he’s basically taken one of his hands away for any sort of grapple move.
…5
Edison: I think he’s relying on the extra punching power to make up for it though.
…6
As Snake tries to get to his feet Chris dips his hand in the glue to the second knuckle as he checks on Snake up to one knee.
…7
As Snake pushes himself to his feet Chris dips his hand into the bucket of broken glass, holding it there allowing the glass to set into the glue before Snake gets to his feet.
McNally: Now I understand, Chris is taking this a little far don’t you think.
Edison: I don’t know how this strategy is going to pay off however, it’ll take a while for that glue to dry to the tape keeping the glass in place.
The loose glass doesn’t bother Chris as once Snake charges Chris removes his hand and eats a shot from Snake only to fire back with the hand, a little bit of the glue gets onto the face of Snake, but the glass added onto the punch of Chris has some adverse effects as well, slicing the forehead of Snake, and each subsequent blow seems to widen the gash a bit as eventually Snakes face is covered in crimson red blood, Chris Phenomenal connecting with a final massive blow after ducking one of Snakes. Chris takes, little to no time, heading back to his corner and reaching into the hoody pocket, having brought his own set of weapons for this match, this time a pair of scisssors as he cuts through the tape layer at a time eventually freeing his hand from the wrap as Snake gets to his feet with a seven count from Keiji Makabe. Chris rolls into the ring as Snake does as well, blood dripping off of his face. The two combatants stare at each other, circling each other as well as avoiding the trash littering the ring. Eventually the two come together and this time it’s Snake who gets the advantage, turning through into hammerlock and as Chris tries to break free Snake turns the hold into a strike, clubbing Chris in the back of the head with a fist and then connecting with a full nelson slam right onto a trash can as Chris is down on top of it.
McNally: Some real wrestling here by Rattlesnake
Edison: I wouldn’t grow accustomed to that however. This match is going to get uglier before it’s resolved.
As Chris is down, Makabe starting to count Snake grabs the wooden table and begins to set it up, latching the legs, before flipping it upright as Chris breaks Makabe’s count at five as Snake turns around and spies his foe. Snake delivers a right, and then another one, and another as Chris is once again getting pounded on. Snake interrupts his punch combo with a knee lift, and then another clubbing blow to the back of the head. Chris is slow to his feet and once he gets there Snake decides to show off his strength once again, just like at Seven Deadly Sins lifting Chris up into the air with a military press and holding him there for a few seconds, the crowd in awe of Rattlesnakes strength. Snake heads towards the table he had set up before and then tips Chris over the side with a gorilla press slam, the table shattering on impact. Satisfied, Snake looks down at his foe, lying in a crumpled heap of the wooden table as he backs away and again Makabe starts his count …1 …2 …3 …4
McNally: Could this be it for Chris Phenomenal? That’s a big drop through the table.
Edison: I don’t know Eddie, Chris has the heart of a champion but I wanted be surprised if Snake has it won here.
…5 …6 …7
You’re not going to put away Chris Phenomenal that easily as gets to his feet before an eight count, as he turns and looks at Rattlesnake, a little weary, the two high impact moves in a row having done a number on his body. With all the momentum going his way Snake continues to press on, blocking a week shot from Chris before planting him with a hard clothesline and then repeating it again, the impact bringing the crowd into the match as Chris bounces off the mat like a tennis ball. Another time, and another, eventually six times Snake delivers a massive blow to Chris, each time slower to his feet. Finally after Chris appears to have taken everything Snake could deliver, not getting up to the canvas after the sixth blow Snake backs away towards the far rope and removes a few of the lightubes and dropping them for previous use as Makabe once again starts the count. …1 …2 …3 …4
McNallly: Snake looks locked in here.
Edison: He definitely does not look like someone who should be sitting on the beach in Florida collecting a retirement check at the moment.
…5 Chris rolls to his feet as Snake reaches into the trash can, previously flattened by Chris Phenomenal and grabs a Singapore cane that he uses to crack over the skull of Chris Phenomenal, once again knocking him back before a snapping blow to the ribs and then another one to the head sends Chris stumbling through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Rattlesnake looks on inside of the ring and as Chris gets to the feet Rattlesnake decides to fly, hitting the far rope before coming back and taking to the air, flying over the top rope and colliding with Chris taking him down as the crowd roars at ringside. Snake takes a few seconds to get to his feet as Chris is still down reaching into the ring and grabbing the glass table, pulling it out to the outside and setting it up as again Chris is being counted out by Makabe. Snake flips it up and then lines Chris up to his feet, pushing up at the count of seven. He gets to his feet and Snake lifts him up onto his shoulders, looking to connect with his Snakebite finisher but Chris reaches for and gets a hold of the ropes in the ring, preventing Snake from firing him through the glass table.
McNally: Close call for Chris Phenomenal there.
Edison: If Snake had connected this match was all but over.
Chris is able to use the ropes to roll himself backing into the ring, grabbing a hold of the fire extinguisher as Snake comes back into the ring in hot pursuit of Chris Phenomenal. As he bends over to grab Chris, he is caught by a blast of foam from the extinguisher, blinding him for a moment, enough for Chris to swing the fire extinguisher and crack Snake in the side of the head, knocking him over into the ring corner. Both men are down as Keiji is forced again into action, starting the ten count. …1 …2 …3 …4
Chris starts to get to his feet as Snake is still slumped in the corner, to go along with the head wound that is still pouring blood, there seems to be a bit creeping out of the side of his mouth following the fire extinguisher blow. Chris gets to his feet at five and Snake gets up eight but isn’t around for long as Chris delivers another blow to his head with the fire extinguisher, knocking him back down in the corner. Chris isn’t done however as he grabs a steel chair and wedges it between the bottom and second ropes right in front of the face of Snake. Chris slides out of the ring and reaches under the ropes and grabs a pair of handcuffs, grabbing the hands of Snake and cuffing them behind his back between the ring post, basically locking him in place with nowhere to go.
McNally: This could be very, very bad.
Edison: I agree, I have no idea what Chris exactly has planned but judging from the smirk on his face he’s going to disfigure Snake a bit more.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:40:19 GMT -5
Chris slides back into the ring and then looks at Rattlesnake before going to the opposite corner on the same side of the ring and scaling the top ropes as the crowd looks on in awe, Chris Phenomenal in no mans land. He looks up at the sky, almost as if seeking guidance before leaping off of the ropes heading towards Snake and delivering a massive double footed kick to the chair which slams directly into the face of Rattlesnake who immediately slumps over as Chris takes a few seconds to gather his wind as Keiji Makabe looks at Snake and then at Chris who’s getting to his feet. Chris backs away from Snake smiling as he waits for Makabe to begin the count. Chris waits three or four seconds before getting in the face of Keiji, telling him to make the count but he shakes his head and points at his handcuffs, yelling something at Chris. Chris stares at him before picking him up by the scruff of his shirt but the veteran ring official doesn’t back down. Sensing that he can’t intimidate Makabe, he throws him down to the canvas sending his message before sliding out of the ring and quickly unbuckling the handcuffs before staring back at Makabe, holding the cuffs up and throwing them at him before ordering him to count. Makabe looks at Chris, wanting to attack but remains impartial, carrying out his duty as Snake is still out in the corner. …1 …2 …3 …4
McNally: I don’t know how Snake is going to recover from this blow, he hasn’t moved in the past twenty seconds.
…6 …7
Edison: Maybe you spoke too soon Maxxy, he’s trying to fight to his feet.
Sure enough, Snake looks up at Chris and struggles against fatigue and pain to get to his feet, breaking the count at nine as Chris Phenomenal looks on a wee bit stunned at the fact that Snake survived that blow but he wastes no time in going at him, firing a stiff right that Snake eats, sending his hair flying back as Chris’ hand picks up some blood off the face of Snake. Another blow goes to the face of Snakes face, and once again it’s undefended, this time however as Snakes head turns back to the neutral position he stares back at Chris and shakes his head and comes back with a heavy blow, and then a second knocking Chris back a half step, a third shot to the head of Chris if then followed by a slither from Snake and a hard clothesline that knocks Chris down to his feet as the crowd roars. Once Chris gets to his feet once again Snake fires a quick jab before lifting Chris up and dropping him over the top turnbuckle with a single snake eyes drop, too fatigued to place them in combination. As Chris stumbles back however he is caught by the big right hand of Snake latching onto his throat before turning him around, spying the lightubes piled together that he had set up earlier and lifting Chris up and with the last ounce of power in his body powering Chris down with a massive choke slam that shatters them on impact as both men are down on the canvas, Chris Phenomenal clutching his back in pain while Snake appears to be nearly at his end. …1 …2 …3 …4
McNally: Shame it would be if this match ended in a draw. Chris appears to be down and out while Snake I think used up his last ounce of power in his body to deliver that choke slam.
Edison: We’ve seen everything so far in this match, it wouldn’t surprise me to see the draw, neither man responding to the count.
…5 …6 …7
The count reaches seven as Snake begins to get to his feet, propping himself onto one knee as Chris rolls onto his stomach, half reaching for the ropes nearest him, half trying to push himself to his feet. …8
Chris latches onto the rope as Snake is halfway to his feet. …9
Snake is able to get to his feet, a bit wobbly but enough to break the count as Chris tries to pull himself up to his feet, the crowd going wild figuring that Snake has this match one as Chris is not up yet. …1-
Just before Makabe makes his final count Chris is able to push himself away from the ropes proving he is up on his feet as the crowd delivers a jeer, Chris having robbed there hero of the win.
McNally: I do not believe this. It’s unreal.
Edison: You wouldn’t expect less from these men however. Throughout both of there careers they have proven that on the biggest stage, the ACW Pay Per Views they can bring it like very few can.
Both men stumble around each other, fatigue having set in as Chris stares at Snake who returns the look, both men knowing that the end is near, the next high powered move will be the one to finish it. The two engage in a collar and elbow tie up as Chris delivers a knee lift to break the hold. He goes to whip Snake into the ropes but Snake reverses it sending Chris into the ropes. On the rebound Snake looks for a clothesline but Chris ducks it and on the run picks up a steel chair and on the rebound throws it at Snake who ducks it but it provides a distraction enough for Chris to connect with a Switch Blade on Snake, powering him down to the canvas. Chris gets up and waits for Snake to stir, eventually reaching his feet at seven before Chris goes for his Harlem Hurt, lifting Snake up for an inverted Atomic Drop but Snake blocks it, instead countering the lift into his own, propping Chris up onto his shoulders looking again for the Snakebite. Chris struggles against it as the fatigue of Snake is setting in. Eventually Snake tries to connect, throwing Chris up but Chris is able to land on his feet and as Snake turns around Chris lifts him up for a back drop driver but Snake is able to counter, tipping his weight back so he lands on the second turnbuckle with Chris in an inverted DDT position. Snake goes to the top and looks to connect with a stun gun but Chris blocks it using the ropes to hold on and climbing up to the second himself. An elbow to the sternum allows Chris to break free of the hold of Snake and climb up to the top rope, the glass table looming perilously below them. As Snake fires a blow of his own Chris teeters back, but manages to hang on and connect with a blow of his own that sends Snake nearly over the edge. Chris takes the opportunity to adjust his position, grabbing Snake in a backdrop position. Snake fires an elbow which Chris eats but uses to make sure he has the hold in perfectly before throwing himself off the top rope, bringing Snake down with him with a backdrop driver through the glass table that shatters on impact.
Edison: DANNNGGGEERRRROOOUUUUSSSSS!!!
McNally: That’s it, it’s over, no mas.
Both men appear out of it as even Keiji Makabe, the official for some of the most brutal matches in ACW history takes a moment to pause before beginning his count. …1 …2 …3
McNally: Why the hell is he counting, neither man is going to get up from that kind of fall, especially through the glass table, I mean look at Chris Phenomenal’s back.
As Chris rolls over from the imapct you can see blood dripping out of his back, having been cut up by the glass as he went tumbling through the table. Rattlesnake on the other hand has yet to even move, having taken the bump straight on his neck …4 …5 …6
McNally: WHAT THE HELL! Look at Chris Phenomenal.
Edison: This is surreal.
Chris Phenomenal is reaching, clawing for the barricade trying to help himself to his feet as the fans at ringside looks stunned in disbelief. …7 …8
Nearly there, Chris Phenomenal pushes himself up to his feet as Snake has yet to move after the blow. …9
Up to a steady base Chris Phenomenal looks down at Rattlesnake still out and then up at Keiji Makabe who mercily ends the match with the final count and calls for the bell. …10!
*DING DING*
Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, here is your winner, CHRIS PHENOMENAL!!!
Keiji Makabe slides out of the ring and raises the hand of Chris as well as supporting his body weight as he looks faint. Dead Wrong begins to play over the arena speaker system as Chris looks down as a team of medics come down for Rattlesnake.
McNally: I can’t remember the last time we’ve witnessed a match as bloody and as savage as this one was.
Edison: And just think, we’re not even through with the night as we’ve got Dan White taking on the Senator in a Hell in a Cell match.
Chris is helped up the ramp by Keiji Makabe as we cut backstage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:41:16 GMT -5
Segment: Yay, another interview! (Credit: Freeman)
Backstage the camera fades in to show Charlotte King, microphone in hand, ready for another interview. Next to her is one of the competitors in tonight’s International Championship match. If you read the segment credit you probably know that it’s Jason Freeman (Okay, I better stop the OOC italics before people get mad at me >_>). Since Freeman is certainly not the most popular competitor in tonight’s match, the crowd treats his image to a couple of boos, but he – as always – isn’t bothered.
Charlotte: Well, Freeman, later tonight you are going to get the chance to compete for International gold. You were not supposed to be in this match originally, and yet you have somehow managed to insert yourself into it. These fans don’t seem to support your methods for doing so, but---
Freeman: These fans know nothing. I managed to get myself into this match tonight, and that’s all that matters. They criticize my methods? Well all that I know is that tonight I am going to get a chance at winning the International Championship. Some things you can only GET through certain methods, and somebody who is truly strong will be sure to do whatever it takes. These fans only wish that they were brave enough to do what I do every day of my life. Now, obviously they aren’t pro wrestlers, but it can apply to their own lives as well. Let’s take those fans that have an average office job. Perhaps they realize that they have a chance to climb up the company ladder, but to do so they would have to act in a slightly underhanded manner. Perhaps they’d have to even screw over one of their friends. Well, there’s always going to be those that don’t take that chance. The ones that give it up, in the name of “honor” and “integrity”. These are the same people who are going to be lying in bed at night just WISHING they had taken that chance. HATING themselves, because they had to give it up. But yet they cause this pain for themselves, because they think that’s what they HAVE to do. Then they see somebody like me. Somebody who isn’t afraid to do what it takes, and of course they boo. My very existence is a mockery to them because I represent what they WISH they could be, and yet they aren’t. I am a successful version of what they themselves could be doing. The choices they WISH they had made, even if they attempt to bury it down in their subconscious. They hold THEMSELVES back, and then they hate me for it. But trust me, those that take the less honorable path are those that are truly content when all is said and done with.
These words provoke more boos from the crowd, but obviously Freeman sees this as further proof that he is right. These fans, in his mind, just refuse to admit the truth to themselves. Freeman has been preaching the same messages for almost a year now, and yet it seems that he just can’t get through to them. Some people, in Freeman’s mind, have just blinded themselves too effectively to ever allow themselves to be enlightened. Looking at himself, he has no guilt. He shows no remorse. He has made no friends, only brief alliances. Freeman will do whatever it takes to get on top. Perhaps tonight it would pay off. The fans may boo him, but all that mattered was that tonight FREEMAN got his chance. Whether the fans liked it or not, he had a shot at the International title. That wasn’t going to change, and he intended to make it count.
Charlotte: Well, do you have anything else to say about this specific instance, where you managed to insert yourself into the title match.
Freeman: I’ve talked about it before. I knew that I had knowledge that Dave wanted, and he had a title that I wanted. It really was a simple transaction. We had different motives, but there was one option that was in both of our best interests. Dave was only giving me a title match so that I would tell him who attacked him, and I was only telling him to get myself a title match. At first, he was resistant, but I knew I could make him see things my way. Well, now we both are going to get what we want. I was lucky enough to acquire some knowledge and waited until I knew that said knowledge would benefit me. As for Jefferson, he was an obstacle that I would have overcome if I had to, but I didn’t. I attempted to take him out, but in the end, it didn’t matter because he in his impulsive desire for revenge allowed me to enter the match and make it a triple threat. A deal that in my opinion is even sweeter.
Charlotte: You said this last week as well; that a triple threat match would be preferable to a singles match. Why is that? You did state that you believed you would be able to use strategy to get to victory, but at the same time are you not worried that you can lose the match without being involved in the decision?
Freeman: That certainly is a possibility, I won’t deny that, but at the same time I believe I know how to beat that possibility. It’s not that I’m afraid to face Dave Shadow in a singles match. I’ve heard that from some people, who seem to have been led to believe the foolish –and baseless, I might add – accusations from ACW’s chairman. I have no problem with facing Dave Shadow one-on-one. I was more than prepared to do so, in fact. It’s just that a triple threat match better leans towards me winning. I know how to win when I want to, Charlotte, and in this case I believe that strategically it benefits me. My expert maneuvering has LED me into this triple threat match, and I will use those same skills to ensure that I win tonight, even if these fans consider it “stealing a victory.” Besides the fact that I believe myself to be better in the ring than these two men, I am unquestionably smarter than them as well. It is my brains, then, that will lead me to victory tonight. A triple threat match is not a match to wrestle blindly, though I don’t doubt that that’s what my two opponents plan to do. When you think I’m down, I’ll be plotting and waiting to strike. I don’t care what I have to do, and I don’t care which one of these men I have to beat, but I can ensure that I will be walking out with the International Championship.
Charlotte: Well, Freeman, next month is the annual Emperor of the Ring tournament. I am assuming that you are planning to enter, and if you are, what do you believe your chances are?
That’s right…the Emperor of the Ring tournament is right around the corner. This could be Freeman’s only immediate chance to get himself a title shot in the near future. If he fails here…then what? He was lucky enough to have gotten his first title shot. Phillips had basically handed it to him, and one of the things that have been eating into Freeman over the last month was anger over the fact that he didn’t make it count. How could he have failed? He had gotten a title shot so easily, he had not even had to force himself into it. And then he took it for granted and he lost. He had beaten the Senator before and now when it counted he had fallen short. Now, the tournament. The winner will be receiving a title shot at Winter’s Discontent, and this would be his chance at redemption after that last match. His chance to set things right, and put himself on top where he belongs. After all, he did state that he wanted to make this the year of Jason Freeman. He does not intend to let another one of his goals fail, and that would be his last chance to win the title within the year. He intends to succeed
Freeman: What a stupid question. What are my chances? Well I’ll tell you right now that I fully intend on winning. I AM going to win that tournament.
Charlotte: How can you be so sure?
Freeman: I am sure, because I KNOW that I am going to win. I don’t care what strategy I have to use. I don’t care what tactics I have to use. People are going to moan about it, but that is of no concern to me. I failed and let myself down in my first attempt at winning the championship, and I will not let that happen again. I will not allow myself to fail. I will not allow myself to lose that tournament, and then I can guarantee that I WILL win the title. It is only a matter of time. After tonight, I will be the International Champion, and after Emperor of the Ring I will have a world title shot. Those are two facts that simply will not change and will not be disputed. My focus at the moment, however, is on tonight. The tournament does not start until next month, and believe me when I say that I will be making the best of the time I have to train. Woe to whoever faces me in that tournament, because they will be facing a very desperate man. I need to win. And when I need something, I get it. Now, if you’re finished…I have a match to prepare for.
And with that Freeman turns and walks off screen, as the camera fades out. The International Title match is just a short time away!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:46:29 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:47:12 GMT -5
The End: Middle Credit: Jake
With one more win under Jake Cheng’s belt, he has brought another victory home for the Untouchables. Unfortunately, when he gets back to the locker room, there is no one there to celebrate with. In fact there won’t be any celebrating for Jake at all. Just destruction. On the couch, a familiar women with auburn hair crazily makes love to for former Entertainment Champion Andrew Black. And at first glance at the woman’s back, he knows just who it is. The cross between her shoulder blades and the fairy tramp stamp are engrained into the bare skin that Jake knows too well. The skin of his ex-girlfriend Kirsten Carter, who he lost due to a rough patch in Jake’s life. And those emotions boil up, back to Jake’s surface. The rejection, the anger.
The scene suddenly because your typical angel and devil on the shoulder. The angel saying to be happy for your new friend and to move on. The devil saying to kick the fucker’s ass. Jake just wishes that the angel would defect to the other side this once, but this is no Dr. Dre/Eminem guilty conscience ending. Instead, his emotions just fizzle out, and as the life is drained from him. He leaves the room, but not without the completely necessary door slam.
But the slam doesn’t do its job. Neither of the lovers stop what they are doing to look at the door, to wonder who just came in and out of the locker room. Instead, Black just goes in and ou....never mind.
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:47:52 GMT -5
Don’t Get Too Attached Jack Jefferson / Dave Shadow
Tonight is a huge night for Dave Shadow. He has a chance to shut those up who have doubted him and his ability to be International Champion, to stop the whispers once and for all. With the title on his shoulder, though, he radiates confidence. A confidence that can be seen a mile away simply by the swagger in his step. He clearly believes that tonight he has got what it takes to defeat both Jack Jefferson and Jason Freeman. So relaxed is he, in fact, that he actually whistles a happy tune as he enters his locker room.
The melody is cut short as Shadow enters the room and sees Jack Jefferson sitting on his couch, staring back at him with a huge smirk on his face. Shadow is less than impressed.
Shadow: Jefferson. Always a.....well, what's the opposite of pleasure? To be honest, I was hoping I wouldn't have to look at your ugly mug until I fight you later tonight when I'm beating it. What do you want?
Jefferson: Well, Dave, I’m just here to warn you not to get too attached to that title. We wouldn’t want you having some kind of breakdown when I take it away from you tonight would we? Oh, and who’re you kidding? I’m going to destroy you out there.
Shadow: Wow, this again? Jacky, if there is one thing I know, it's that this is going to quite possibly be the most satisfying title defence I've ever made. This is going to be quite the evening and not your, nor Freeman, is going to ruin it for me!
Jefferson: Trust me, no-one mentioned Freeman doing anything apart from maybe Freeman. We both know he’s only there to satisfy certain needs, to let you know who attacked you so you can finally shut up bitching and moaning about it, but more importantly for me to slap the taste out of his mouth and teach him a lesson he’ll never forget about attacking Jack Jefferson.
Shadow: Bitching and moaning? I was brutally assaulted, hospitalised, I--
Jefferson: Yes we know, cowardly attacked, blah blah, put into a coma, blah blah, need to know who did it, blah fucking blah. I’m sick of hearing about it. So put that thought to the back of your mind because tonight you have far more pressing matters to deal with. Namely, how you’re going to stop me. Now, we both know you’re not but it’d make matters far more interesting if you at least tried putting up a fight. If you’ve got your mind focused anything but 100% on me then you might be taking another trip to the hospital before the night is through, and I’d be more than happy to take credit for that one!
Shadow: Is that a confession? You telling me that you're the one behind all this? Cause if you are, screw the match, I'm going to beat the living daylights out of you right here, right now....
Jefferson: Jesus H. Christ! No Dave, that’s not what it means at all. What it means is that tonight you better have your wits about you or, in addition to taking your nice shiny belt, I’m gonna send you on a little trip in an ambulance. Simple as that Davey boy! Now, you’d better be getting ready hadn’t you? Wouldn’t want you to be underprepared now would we?
The smirk grows visibly on Jefferson’s face as he gets to his feet. He never once takes his eyes off Dave Shadow as he stalks past him, coming very close to bumping shoulders but not making any actual contact. As he leaves the locker room he turns to address Shadow once more.
Jefferson: Oh, and Dave?
Shadow: What?
Jefferson: Enjoy your last moments with that title. Soon you only get to see it in pictures or video packages...around my waist!
Jefferson chuckles to himself as he finally makes his exit and Dave Shadow sits down, taking the seat previously filled by Jefferson. He holds the title in his hands and looks down at it, wondering if tonight will, in fact, be the final time he gets to hold the belt. No, it won’t, this is his title and no-one, especially not Jack Jefferson, is going to take it away from him! He clenches his jaw, the determination glimmering in his eyes, and stands up whilst placing the title over his shoulder once more. Back where it belongs...
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:49:12 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Tag Team Titles G-Unit vs. BK London & Jay Zero vs. Flower Power (Credit: BK)
Phillip: This match is set under elimination rules, and will finish when there is at least one member of the representing team left standing…
Quickly, a stage hand runs over to Phillip and whispers something in his ear. Phillip nods upon hearing the announcement, and makes a rare second announcement concerning the match.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed that by order of the Chairman – this match will now be under No Disqualification Rules…
The amount of mayhem that can occur just went through the roof and the crowd loves the extra spice added to this match up. The reaction only continues when “Won’t Back Down” by Fuel hits through the speakers and the old fan favorites make their way through the curtain.
Phillip: And the first participants in this match, weighing in at a combined weight of 508lbs, Jonny Spade & Gooey Garth – G-UNIT!
As their music continues to pump through the arena, the former four time Tag Team Champions make their way to the top of the stage where they get quite the ovation from the crowd. For the first time in a while, they’re teaming with one another and the pair looks to be in the greatest shape of their careers – especially Gooey. Garth & Spade make their way down to the ring at their own pace before sliding in under the bottom rope simultaneously. The fantastic pair ascends up to the middle turnbuckle and they pose for their legion of fans throughout the sold out ACW Arena. After a few moments of soaking in this huge reaction, they hop down from the turnbuckles and wait for their opponents to head to the ring.
“Flower of Carnage” comes to life and a slightly bigger pop for the bisexual/lesbian duo emerges.
Phillip: And the second participants in this match, weighing in at a combined weight of 204lbs, Yoko Satoshi & Sarin Rossi – FLOWER POWER!
Yoko Satoshi steps out first, followed by her fellow former World Champion partner – and they can’t believe that they’re getting ready to tag again. The pair head down to the ring and watch their opponents slip out the ring to give them the brief attention that they deserve. Flower Power enters the ring and G-Unit returns in the ring before getting in the face of their challenger counter parts. It seems like a battle may start right here right now with the exchange of words between two teams, but when “Amazing” by Kanye West hits – none of those words matter anymore.
Phillip: And the third participants, weighing in at a combined weight of 440lbs, they are the ACW Tag Team Champions – BK London & Jay Zero!
The drums continue to knock throughout the ACW Arena and the amount of heat that these two men get is absolutely unimaginable. London & Zero step onto the stage with their championships strapped around their waists and simply look at the ring. In the ring, Flower Power & G-Unit turn their attention away from one another and firmly place their attention of the champions standing about 50 feet away from them. London and Zero take their time in strolling to the ring, basking in and embracing the negative reaction from the crowd – which seems to fuel them, and both enter the ring from under the bottom rope.
The talking is over.
BK London & Jay Zero tears off their championships and referee Keiji Makabe grabs both belts and raises them high between all 3 teams. This is what it’s all for, and each team notices that. The war between possibly the 3 most dominant teams in ACW history begins….
The Bell Rings.
Now.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:49:50 GMT -5
London immediately goes for Jonny Spade, while Gooey goes for Yoko Satoshi, and Sarin goes for Jay Zero. While there can only be 2 legal persons in this match at a time, it seems the rules have been thrown out the window upon starting his match. Gooey clobbers Yoko Satoshi with his heavy arms, smacking them across her upper spine and he now backs her up in a corner. London catches Jonny Spade with a kick to the abdomen before pummeling him with a few forearms to the face and eventually following up with a European Uppercut to knock him in the opposing corner. This leaves the whole ring to Sarin & Zero, and the two slug it out – each exchanging fists but Zero gets the upper hand on that situation. He backs up Sarin into the ropes and irish whips her across the ring before hoping to follow up with a back body drop, but Sarin manages to hold onto the top rope to prevent herself from falling into the Tag Team Champion’s clutches. Seeing that Sarin is nowhere near him, he decides to take matter into his own hands and goes to finish her off – but Sarin smartly dodges the maneuver. Zero goes soaring over the top rope to the outside, where he slams chin first on the apron which knocks him a bit for a loop. Sarin continues her offense by scoring with a dropkick through the bottom and middle ropes opening, further adding more punishment to the facial features of Jay Zero. In a very un-Sarin like move, she follows up by bouncing off the opposing ropes across the ring and actually dives through the ropes – throwing caution to the wind – and she actually connects with a Suicide Dive.
A pop from the crowd as Sarin takes down Zero on the outside, and she couldn’t be more proud of herself. However, she’s taken a bit of damage too – and isn’t as quick to get up to her feet. Slowly her and Zero are making their way up to a vertical base, while in the ring Jonny Spade takes BK London down with a stiff right hand. London stumbles backwards and falls on the mat himself, and Spade sees both Sarin & Zero coming to on the outside. In a very un-Jonny Spade like move, he bounces off the ropes and springboards off the opposing ropes before diving over the top rope to the outside where Sarin & Zero are. Both wrestlers are knocked down by the 255-pounders of Canadian bacon known as Jonny Spade, and it gets another pop from the crowd.
All 3 of them on the outside are struggling to return to their feet, and Yoko manages to score with a hefty knee to the gut of Gooey which sends the big man keeling over. A swift axe kick to the back of the head knocks the former four time Tag Team Champion down, but doesn’t keep him down for long as he slowly begins to get up. Noticing Gooey on all fours by the ropes, Yoko bounces off the ropes just as her two other predecessors and uses Gooey to launch herself into the air. She comes down on Spade, Zero, and even her own partner Sarin with considerable force and the crowd goes crazy once more. The high flying action at the start of this match is certainly working well with the fans, and BK London decides he needs to take to the air as well. London, who has recovered from Jonny’s hellacious right hand, decides to go to a near turnbuckle and he climbs up to the top rope. Beating his chest, he plays up to the fans in this arena – and they don’t approve of Air BK London taking off. As all four people get up on the outside, BK London dives off the top rope with a plancha – and everyone scatters but his partner Jay Zero. In a hilarious twist, Jay Zero is the one who takes the move and the fans are laughing it up at the tag team champions. Both BK London & Zero are laid out on the ground below and Sarin picks up the former 3 time World Champion and chucks him into the ring to the big behemoth Gooey Garth, weighing in at a surprising 263 lbs – his lightest weight ever.
The other members of this match go over to their respective turnbuckles, and now the match starts officially with the official rules in place.
Gooey Garth grabs BK London and immediately places a hefty knee to his gut before pummeling him with an unforgiving forearm which brings the champion down to his knees. Another forearm connects and Gooey irish whips BK London into the ropes but he doesn’t necessarily let go of the arms of London. As London hits the ropes, Gooey is immediately there to score with a knee to the gut. He whips London a second time, using the same maneuver and lands another knee to the abdomen of the four time Tag Team Champion. Garth now takes BK London down in the center of the ring with a snapmare and he delivers a major kick to the upper back of BK. London writhes in pain upon the foot of Gooey snapping off his back, and he attempts to roll to the ropes but Gooey pulls him right back towards the center of the ring and goes for a cover.
ONE . . TW-KICK OUT!
London gets his shoulder up a bit before the two count, and Gooey now picks up London with a front face lock and he walks over to his corner where he tags in Jonny Spade. Spade hops over the top rope to enter the ring with ease, and he lands a huge kick to the open abdomen of BK before assuming control of this match. Several forearms to the face of BK London follows, which gets the man on the ropes and the ‘Ace of Spades’ Jonny Spade delivers a huge chop across the chest of BK London.
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The fans know what time it is, as Spade lights up the chest of BK London with huge back hand chop. And now Spade switches things up, and with his almost freakishly – not really – large hands, he delivers a huge open hand chop which nearly caves in the chest of London.
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
These Canadian made knife edge chops are bringing BK London down to his knees, and Spade follows up by irish whipping London across the ring – and Spade successfully connects with a back body drop. London soars high through the air and lands back first on the mat to the delight of the fans, but his pugnacity won’t allow him to stay down. He slowly begins to get back to his feet, and Spade bounces off the ropes himself and lands a clothesline to the former World Champion – knocking him back down to the mat. With London down, Spade bounces off the ropes on more before slowly dropping a huge leg across the neck of BK London before going for another cover – this could be it.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
Once again London kicks out of this maneuver, and the crowd isn’t happy about it. Spade picks up London once more and he walks back over to his corner where Gooey is tagged in once again, and now Spade irish whips London off the ropes. As London comes off the ropes, he’s the victim of a drop toe hold by the former two time Entertainment Champion – and Gooey follows up by bouncing off the ropes and hitting a jumping headbutt to the back of London’s skull. Spade is sent back to his corner per order of Keiji Makabe, but he makes sure to catch Gooey Garth covering BK London out the corner of his eye and slides over to make the count.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:50:21 GMT -5
London is getting quite exhausted from kicking out from under the big masses of men known as G-Unit, and he looks over to his corner where he reaches out for a tag. Zero reaches his arm out for a tag, hoping to deliver it and instead Gooey cuts that connection off with a boot to the back of London’s skull.
London is nearly motionless as Gooey picks him up, and the big burly Canadian positions London in the corner. A few more body shots with his huge hands lands to the abdomen of London, bringing him down to one knee – and Garth walks over to his corner, which is conveniently the opposing corner. Garth tags in Spade once more, and the two once again display their impressive tag team work as Spade irish whips Gooey across the ring. Gooey crashes into the corner, but luckily for BK London he moves out the way in the nick of time. After the double team assault by G-Unit, London stumbles out of the corner like a drunken man – and tags in the first person he sees, which is Sarin Rossi.
Sarin’s in a bit of a shock for a few moments, as she never believed BK London would tag her in – but there’s not much she can do about it. As London slips under the bottom rope to the outside to regain some energy lost from all that G-Unit offense, he smiles as he watches Sarin step into the ring. Spade isn’t looking to play favorites with the crowd, and he quickly delivers a knee to Sarin’s abdomen and pushes her into the corner with ease. The eager beaver wastes no time landing shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust to the well-defined abdominal region of Sarin, and he now irish whips her across the ring. The former World Champion strikes the turnbuckle hard, and with a unintentional assist, Zero grabs onto the hair of Sarin to make sure she doesn’t move anywhere. Spade, like a freight train gone mad – runs right into, and nearly through, Sarin with a body avalanche. The air immediately rushes out of Rossi’s body, and Spade now drives her into the mat with an Arn Anderson like Spinebuster and hooks the leg with ease.
ONE . . TWO KICK OUT!
She gets her shoulder up right after two, and Spade wastes no time picking her up and pushing her back into the corner. However, that proves to be a big mistake on Spade’s part as Zero tags himself in via Spade, and the former Tag Team Champion is thrown out the match for the time being. Spade isn’t happy with this decision, but he can’t argue with the nature of the rules and Zero’s choice to abuse them. Zero enters the ring and delivers several kicks to the abdomen of Sarin, and several knees as well before pulling her to the center of the ring and taking her down with a snapmare. A rear headlock follows, and Zero drops all his weight on the neck of Sarin so she has little to no chance of attempting to counter this resthold. Zero squeezes and squeezes, and the more he squeezes – the more the hold seems to resemble a choke, but the referee can’t do anything about it due to the No Disqualification nature of the rules.
Sarin’s face starts to turn a bright red, and Zero can only smile as he feels like he has this elimination in the bag. However, Yoko sees things other wise and she enters the ring to deliver a kick to the back of Zero’s head. Makabe restrains the Flower of Carnage and returns her to her corner, as Zero chucks Sarin to the outside. Zero now tags in the slightly more refreshed BK London into the match, and instead of re-entering the ring, he drops off the apron and walks over to where Sarin is. Picking her up, he rams her back first into the ring apron two times before chucking her into the ring – and he even takes times out the answer one of the small fan’s insult in the front row.
London rolls back into the ring and he approaches Sarin from behind before striking her with a boot to her upper back, which knocks her right back down. Another stomp to the lower back keeps her down, and soon enough London bounces off the ropes and hits a quick elbow to make sure she stays down. Sarin looks up, and reaches over to Yoko for the tag – as she plans to tag no one else in this match, and London eventually runs over to Yoko and takes a swing at her himself. The former two time World Champion is knocked off the apron to the ground, and that gets quite a bit of heat from the crowd – and London loves it. He yells at Yoko from inside of the ring to stay out of his business, and as he turns around – he walks right into a superkick, possibly a version of the Shades of Michaels, by Sarin Rossi. London is knocked on his back, and Sarin is unable to make the cover due to the amount of punishment she has taken in this match. She holds her lower back while at the same time reaching out, and edging closer to her corner – however Yoko’s nowhere in sight.
BK London appears to be coming to, and he looks over to see Sarin inches away from her corner and Yoko Satoshi is climbing back onto the apron. He uses what strength he has left to roll over and he grabs the ankle of Sarin, and slowly begins to get up. Sarin is getting up herself, but is now only balancing on one leg attempting to reach her partner Yoko. Yoko extends her arm out as far as she can, hoping to even graze against the fingers of Sarin – but it’s impossible with London holding her back. She turns around towards London and attempts an Enziguri, but London ducks under it and manages to score with the Corporate Lock. The excruciating submission move sends Sarin into a frenzy, as she screams wildly as she writhes in pain – but with quick thinking, she pushes herself up with her hands and rolls forward, launching BK to her corner. Yoko scores with a high kick to the head of London, which sends him stumbling backwards, and Sarin dives to tag in Yoko and she does!
The crowd goes absolutely ballistic, as Yoko enters the ring and she takes London down with a Lou Thesz press. She starts swinging right hands like crazy, and London even has to block his own face so she doesn’t bust open his nose or does anything more serious. Zero has seen enough, and he too enters the fray. Yoko sees him coming, and she springs up to her feet and hits a drop toe hold on Zero. Zero falls head first onto the head of London, and the two crack skulls which gets a major pop from the crowd. Both men roll out of the ring, and Yoko takes both of them down with a vaulting body press over the top rope to a huge pop from the fans.
G-Unit only watches all this go down from the apron, and while they know that this is keeping them safe from elimination – their competitive spirit tells them that they need to get some of this action. Gooey and Jonny enter the ring, and they garner some support from the crowd. Showing off his impressive strength, Gooey Garth gorilla presses Jonny Spade over his head and walks over to the ropes where he dumps his own partner out the ring. Spade falls on both London & Zero, who were getting up, and this gets another pop from the crowd. However, Gooey isn’t alone in the ring. Sarin slides in right behind him, and she stalks him from behind with a purpose in mind. As Garth turns around, he sees a huge crescent kick known as the Rin Spin coming his way, and he ducks under it immediately. He then picks up Sarin from behind for a back drop, and Yoko slides into the ring and plants Garth with a kick to the stomach. Sarin drops down and lands feet first on the mat, and both women now bounce off the ropes and hit a dropkick to both side of Gooey. Gooey is knocked down to one knee, and both ladies have one thing in mind – Rinko Kick.
They stand on each side of Gooey, waiting for him to get up – and slowly enough the big man does. Spinning simultaneously, they go for a double crescent kick to the skull of Gooey – but saves his partner in the nick of time by tackling him out of harm’s way. Spade springs back up to his feet, and quickly a shoulder block knocks Sarin down and she rolls under he bottom rope to the outside. Yoko Satoshi grabs Spade from behind and turns him around, only for Jonny to muscle her up on his shoulders and drive her into the mat with a Jonormous Slam. Yoko is driven hard into the mat after that move, but Spade isn’t able to capitalize soon after as Zero grabs him by the leg from the outside and pulls him under the bottom rope. Zero now rolls into the ring himself, and seeing an opportunity to strike – he runs off the ropes and scores with a Lionsault, in which he dubs ‘Zero Gravity’. With two back to back moves, Yoko is definitely out – but before Zero can do more damage, Gooey Garth appears once more and spears Zero out the ring through the ropes. All hell has broken out in the ring, and Sarin is slowly returning to her feet and sees Yoko Satoshi knocked out cold in the center of the ring and immediately a look of concern comes over her face.
She climbs up on the apron to get back into the ring, but out of nowhere – London strikes her hard with a hellacious chair shot to the lower back.
CRAAAACK!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:50:59 GMT -5
Sarin freezes almost after that hard shot, and she slinks down from the apron to the ground below – and there’s not much that the referee can do about it, with the No Disqualification rule now in effect. London rolls into the ring, and he sees his prey just lying there and he hooks her leg – with the two finishing moves in succession hit on her previously, it looks to be purely academic.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
Yoko gets the shoulder up right before Makabe can come down for the three count, and the crowd jumps right off the edge of their seat. London looks up at the referee in disbelief, and he watches as he confirms it was only a two count – and his look quickly transforms into one of complete anger.
Fuming, London gets up and he walks over to the opposing corner and he watches Yoko with a sinister look on his face. The Yokoweight Champion slowly begins to come to, and rise to her feet – and London sets his sights only on her, as if no one else was in the room. For years, Yoko Satoshi has foiled London’s plans, but the champion plans to get his retribution for the years of embarrassment tonight. Satoshi eventually makes her way up to a vertical base, and as she turns around – London strikes her down with vengeance via the Shades of Michaels. And she rolls over onto her stomach up being hit with the move. London drops down to his knees, he rolls Yoko forward and this time makes the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-
But Yoko gets her foot on the bottom rope!
London is absolutely livid, and he grabs Makabe and shoves him into the corner where BK London tells him to count the 3. Makabe assures him that was a 2, and if he doesn’t get out of his face he will throw his team out the match – and London sneers and the bold referee.
An idea quickly pops into BK London’s head, and he rolls right out of the ring and retrieves the steel chair he used to strike down Sarin. Throwing it into the ring, he rolls back in after and sets his sight on a gruel form of punishment no doubt. He opens up the chair and sits it down in the center of the ring, and now he picks up Yoko Satoshi and slowly drags her towards the chair. Sticking her head on the seat, and pulling it through the opening in the back – one can only attempt to imagine what sinister attack he has in mind. He picks up Yoko by her head, with the chair still wrapped around it – and he delivers one of the most brutal Revolvers seen in ACW history.
The Revolver with the chair wrapped around Yoko’s head jars her chin, neck, and most importantly her nose right into that seat with a sickening impact. The chair folds the opposite way due to the impact, and is completely mangled, just how London envisioned it to be. BK pulls Yoko out of the wreckage, and rolls her over on her back. He hooks just a single leg, and the fans hope for the best. They hope some way that she can find the strength in her that she has showed over the past 5 years in ACW, but it may be just too much for Yoko.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE
A collective gasp amongst the crowd, they can’t believe their own eyes – neither can Phillip.
Phillip: …uh…Yoko Satoshi has been eliminated from this match!
BK London slowly rises up from what just occurred, and he – like the fans are in complete and utter shock. Slowly though, the shock wears off and only the exuberant feeling of excitement overcomes the champion as it just sinks into his mind that he just pinned Yoko Satoshi.
Sarin on the outside is sitting down by the apron, and as she hears the announcement – she can’t believe it either. She has to get up and see it for her own eyes, and she stares down at the inert Yoko Satoshi with the ecstatic BK London standing right over her. A look of concern is on her face, but like BK London – her emotion quickly changes to one of an animalistic nature. She rolls into the ring, and without any warning she takes down BK London in an instant and goes off on him to a huge pop from the crowd. Swinging lefts and rights, with every intention to scar and maim BK London, Sarin is like a fiery hellcat with her only intention to kill.
London pushes Sarin off of her, and tries to escape by leaving through the ring – but Sarin grabs the tights of BK London and pulls him right back in. With amazing strength, Sarin takes BK London down with a clothesline to the back of the head and now she takes his chrome dome and starts dragging it side to side on the mat. Jay Zero re-enters the ring and he grabs Sarin by the hair and pulls her off of his partner. Zero pulls her to the middle of the ring, and Sarin wastes no time turning around and delivering a major slap across the face of Jay Zero. Zero stumbles back from the sheer force behind that slap, and she takes him down too and goes to town on him. With London seeing this, like the opportunist he is – he immediately rolls up Sarin in a school boy roll up and stacks her up for the surprise cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
As Sarin escapes that cover attempt, BK London knows that she’ll be ready to strike and in quite a smart move – at least to himself – BK London rolls over and tags in Gooey Garth. Garth enters the ring, and as Sarin attempts to get her hands on BK London still, he takes her down with one clubbing shot to the back of her head. Sarin drops like a sack of bricks, and Gooey Garth, even though he has little beef with Sarin, goes off on her as if she killed one of his brothers. His main intention tonight is to return to his former glory as ACW Tag Team Champion, and if that means going through former World Champion Sarin, then he’s going to run right through her. He picks up Sarin and plants her in the center of the ring with a huge scoop slam before bouncing off the ropes and dropping a major elbow to her chest.
Gooey gets right back up and plants another elbow to her chest, and another before going for a cover.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
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