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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:51:26 GMT -5
Sarin gets her shoulder up from under the big girth of Garth, and Gooey wastes no time delivering more offense with a few more kicks to the ribs of the remaining member of Flower Power. He picks up the battered body of Sarin, and he whips her into the ropes and decides to go left. As Sarin crosses the center of the ring, the 260+ pounder delivers a hellacious Shoulderblock reminiscent to Monty Brown’s POOOUNCE. Period.
Gooey slowly rises back up to his feet, and he looks over at Sarin before walking to his corner and he tags in an eager Jonny Spade. Spade re-enters the ring, and he’s more than ready to finish off Sarin. He stalks her from behind as she gets up, almost ready to pounce with a Jonormous Slam or one of the other finish moves in his arsenal – and eventually she does get up. Spade hooks her up, and it looks like the Jonormous Slam that helped put out Yoko earlier – but unlike Yoko, Sarin sees this one coming. As Jonny swings her around, Sarin manages to land on her feet and she shoves Jonny a few feet back. The angry Spade rushes towards Sarin in a rage, hoping to land a decapitating clothesline – but Sarin rolls under the massive arm of the former 6 time Tag Team Champion and springs back up to her feet. Sarin has to think quick, as she’s low on gas in the tank, and without warning – she makes a quick decision. It’s not her finest moment, as she never planned to tag anyone in her career but Yoko Satoshi – but if she wants to help redeem the team and regain the Tag Team Championships, she needs to stay in this match, and a sure way of doing that is ironically staying out the match. She dives over and tags in Jay Zero, who’s in complete shock.
Sarin drops down to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope to escape the in-ring dilemma she has been facing, and Zero continues to stare at her, absolutely flabbergasted. With his eye off the ball, Jay Zero feels a pair of hands grabbing him – and to the delight of the crowd, he’s forced in the ring by Jonny Spade. Zero gets up, holding lower back and Spade takes him down with a clothesline – and then another. Zero gets up for the third time and Spade sends Zero sky high with a back body drop. Spade now bounces off the ropes and scores with a huge body splash to Zero. Hooking both legs, Spade’s little advantage may have secured him the win.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
Zero kicks out, and Spade now picks him up and carries him to his corner where he tags in Gooey. Spade lifts up Zero in a back suplex position and Gooey comes down with a neckbreaker on the former World Champion, and their Ode to 3D goes totally unnoticed. Gooey goes for another cover shortly after that, and it may be enough to keep Zero down.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
Another kick out by Zero, who’s relatively fresh in this match and Gooey rises back up and looks at referee Makabe to confirm this. Zero’s still down after that double team move, and Gooey Garth decides to take a different plan of action. But however, as he bounces off the ropes BK London drives his knee into Gooey’s lower back. It hardly delivers any damage to Gooey, but it does provide somewhat of a distraction. Garth turns around, and he decks BK London with a major left hand – bringing him down to the ground on the outside. Turning back around, Zero is quick to strike with his out of nowhere finisher labeled as Zero Chance. The Ace Crusher manages to take Gooey down, and Zero goes for the quick cover and hooks the leg as the fans count along with Makabe.
ONE . . TWO . .
But the count is interrupted by Spade, who delivers a forearm to the back of Zero’s head before the three is made. With both members of G-Unit in the ring and BK London down on the outside, Zero is ripe for the picking and the lengthy tag team do intend on taking full advantage of this. They irish whip him off the ropes, and send Zero high in the air before sending him crashing down with a Double Spinebuster. Laid out on the mat, Gooey positions himself in the corner before sitting up on that top turnbuckle. Spade goes out onto the apron and now ascends to the top rope, and then ascends on Gooey – and the fans can sense a Big Splash coming any time now. London however has something different in mind, and he rushes up on the apron before pushing Jonny Spade off of his shoulders. Spade soars through the air and lands face first in the center of the ring, and Zero would’ve loved for him to be the legal man.
London now strikes Gooey with a high kick to the upper back, and he feels the sting a bit – but endures it and knocks London right back off the apron. Zero once again takes advantage of London’s distraction and he races up to the top rope and hits a major knee to Gooey’s face. Gooey is knocked for a loop a bit, and with what strength he has – he manages to muscle up Garth on his shoulders and plants him down with his finisher simply known as ‘Absolute Zero’.
The Death Valley Driver, ironically Gooey’s own finisher, spells his doom as Zero goes for the cover on the big man.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
And with that, G-Unit is down one team member and the Tag Team Champions now have the clear advantage.
Phillip: Gooey Garth has been eliminated from this match!
Zero springs back up, and he wastes no time going for the fallen Jonny Spade. He rolls over to his opponent’s motionless body. The cover is made.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:51:55 GMT -5
Spade manages to get his shoulder up, and shows that there is indeed still hope for G-Unit. Zero however can’t believe it, but he realizes he can’t waste much time stressing on this situation. Picking himself up, he takes one more look down at Spade – who still looks pretty dazed from that huge fall, and Zero looks to finish this up. Zero Gravity once more in this match and it looks like it’s going to hit – but Spade manages to get his knees up in the nick of time.
The knees of Spade dig deep in the abdomen of Zero, and the Tag Team Champion rolls over and writhe in pain on the side. Spade rolls over towards the ropes, and he begins to use that to help him back up to his feet. He pulls himself back up to a vertical base, and Zero slowly gets to his feet himself. Unbeknownst to Spade however, London has positioned himself behind him on the outside. The former Entertainment Champion can finally stand on his own feet, and London hops up on the apron with a Tag Team Championship in hand and he clocks Spade in the back of the head.
Major heat for the Tag Team Champion, as Jonny Spade goes down and he hops right back off the apron – completely proud of himself. As he hops down from the apron, he turns around to see Sarin staring at him – only a few feet from him. London looks like a deer in the headlights, and the the sleek Sedan that is Sarin decides to go full throttle. A spear by Sarin takes BK London down on the outside, and the fans go absolutely bananas – B-A-N-A-N-A-S – as Sarin returns to maiming BK London.
With Spade down however, Jay Zero grabs the former Tag Team Champion and pulls him to the center of the ring before covering him. G-Unit’s comeback has officially been brought to an end..
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
NOT!!
Spade still lives, and Zero can’t believe it. He’s livid, and Zero walks over to Makabe and tell him that should’ve been a two count. The screaming contest goes back and forth, all while Spade is slowly stirring in the center of the ring. Tired of raising his voice, Zero walks back over to Spade and he hopes to pick him up to finish him off. Spade plays possum perfectly, and he gets Zero in an inside cradle to go for a surprise win.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
To the dismay of the people, Zero kicks out and Spade really thought he had him. With what Jonny has left, he gets back up to his feet – and so does Zero. He plants Zero with a kick to the abdomen, and Zero keels over and drops down to one knee. Spade comes off the ropes and scores with a huge knee lift to Zero and follows up with a swinging neckbreaker. With Zero down, Spade seems to be gaining a second wind and he picks up the Tag Team Champion and irish whips him into the corner. A stinger splash meets with Jay Zero, and the champion stumbles out of the corner like a drunken man. Spade captures Zero from behind in a Half Nelson – and he could be going for the Dragon Fly, but Zero manages to free himself.
Zero looks to go for a German Suplex after completing a standing switch, but Spade counters it with a standing switch of his own and he goes for The Dragon Fly once more. Zero elbows Spade with his free arm to his eye, and once again escapes the move attempt. With Spade temporarily blinded, Zero bounces off the ropes and he goes for a Sunset Flip over the former Entertainment Champion but Spade catches Zero in the middle of the air. In what could’ve been a Spinebuster attempt, Spade goes an alternate route and he throws Spade in front of him. Landing on his feet, Zero quickly goes on the offense and goes for a clothesline and Spade ducks. Hooking Zero for the Dragon Fly for the third time, the champ tries to get out of the move any way he can and hold onto the top rope. Spade tugs and tugs away, and Zero can feel his grip loosening, which would spell disaster for him. That’s when Zero abandons the rules, and lands a major low blow to the nether regions of Jonny – the last thing Spade ever saw coming.
Spade holds his groin for a few moments, until he’s planted into the mat with a X-Factor. The sit down facebuster takes Spade out cold, and Zero goes for Zero Gravity once again – and he hits it. Hooking the leg, Spade is almost powerless to kick out at this point after that 3 hit combo.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
The team of G-Unit is the first team fully out this match, while the Tag Team Champions still retain their advantage. This essentially now has become a handicap match
Phillip: Jonny Spade has been eliminated from this match!
Spade rolls out of the ring at this point, and Zero now looks for the one person standing in his way of Tag Team glory – and she’s over there, continuing to beat the living hell out of BK London. At this point, Sarin has irish whipped BK London into the steel steps and the former 3 time World Champion looks absolutely spent. Catching Sarin off guard, Zero manages to send her back first into the announcer’s table with a baseball slide and the crowd doesn’t exactly approve of that, but what does Zero care? Zero slips to the outside of the ring and takes one glance over at BK London, who’s stirring a bit while holding his arm, and just assumes he’ll be fine. He now grabs Sarin by the air and smashes her head first into the announcing table 3 hard times, before grabbing her and chucking her back into the ring.
There’s definitely a ringing in Sarin’s ears after those multiple shots, but she knows that she’s going to have to tough it out through this match. Zero re-enters the ring, and he goes to pick her up – but she breaks free of Zero’s clutches and starts firing at him with several punches to the face. She’s slowly gaining crowd support with each blow that lands on the kisser of Jay Zero, but as she goes to run towards the ropes – Zero grabs a hand full of hair and slams her back down to the mat head first. Spitting out some blood, Zero gets down on his knees and goes for a cover.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:53:01 GMT -5
Sarin kicks out, and Zero knows she doesn’t have that much left in her tank – but for some reason it’s being incredibly difficult to take the young lady out. Zero returns to his feet, and with his foot – he aggressively kicks Sarin over until she now lies on her back. No one quite knows what he has in mind, but things don’t look good for the former Tag Team Champion. Zero walks over to her legs, and now he steps on the back of her legs where the joints are and wraps her legs around his knees. Reaching forward, he grabs one arm of Sarin and pulls back. He goes for another, but Sarin tries to fight out of it the best that she can, but some clubbing right hands eventually keeps her down. He grabs the second arm, and in one of the more painful submissions seen executed in this match – Zero falls back onto his back and hoists Sarin a few feet above the canvas with a Mexican Surfboard Stretch. She screams in pain as each limb is stretched to its limits, along with her core being tested as well, and Zero make sure not to get positioned on his shoulders for a pin.
After 30 seconds in the move, Makabe finally asks if Sarin wants to give up – and she responds with a resounding no. Hearing that, Zero isn’t too pleased at all. He releases her from the move, but not before planting her right on her face in the process.
BK rises back up on the apron, and he reaches arm out for a tag with a grimacing look on his face. For the past few minutes he has been beaten down by Sarin, and he wants to punish her for a change. Zero strolls on over to his corner and he makes the tag, and London enters the ring with a purpose. He stalks Sarin from behind, yelling for her to get up, and she eventually does. Turning around, London hooks her and sends her crashing to the mat with The Mockbottom, a move stolen from RDK in the battles against him in the early ACW. This move garners major heat, and London sits up and signals for the end before covering her.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT!
Or was it?
It seems that BK London has pulled Sarin up from the mat during the cover, but why? The only answer that can come from this, is to simply punish her some more. London picks up the spaghetti-legged temptress and whips her over into the corner, where he now tags in Jay Zero.
Zero enters the fray, and both seem to have a double team move in mind during this tag. Sarin is set up on the top rope, meanwhile Jay Zero positions himself way across the ring. London grabs her by the face, and shouts some obscenities, along with other morale crushing words, to her face before he turns around and faces Jay Zero. Zero races across the ring and London launches him high into the air – and Zero looks for what appears to be a Frankensteiner, but their plans are foiled when there is no Sarin in sight. Instead, Zero makes contact quite hard with the ring post, and he lays motionless on the top turnbuckle for a bit before being dropped into the Tree of Woe.
To the delight of the crowd, it seems Sarin has managed to flip off the top turnbuckle and hang herself from the top rope close to the corner. London begins to question some things when he doesn’t see, or hear, Sarin crashing down to the mat – and he turns around to see Zero locked up in a Tree of Woe. He looks over to the top rope and sees Sarin hanging from it, and wastes no time advancing towards her to knock her down a notch. In the process of skinning the cat, Sarin grabs BK London by the head with her long legs and manages to take him over the top rope to the outside with a headscissors , and the crowd goes nuts. Sarin skins the cat right back into the ring, and she looks at Zero trapped in the tree of woe. When Zero sees that Sarin is back in the ring, with no BK London in sight, he frantically attempts to release himself from the Tree of Woe. However, there’s no success with that feat. The Flower of Chaos rolls outside of the ring and she grabs a steel chair and rolls back into the ring and the roar from the crowd only increases.
She positions herself way across the ring, and now races the 28.28 feet across the 20 x 20 ring (do the math, its right), and lands a hangtime dropkick – kicking the chair right in Zero’s face. Zero now swings absolutely motionless after that shot, and he flops down from the top turnbuckle and Sarin drags his body to the center of the ring. She drops down and makes the cover, and this could definitely be it.
ONE . . TWO . .
THR-
However London grabs the leg of Keiji Makabe and drags him out of the ring at the last second. Makabe lands on the outside, and London nearly decapitates him with a clothesline of epic proportions – having enough of his foolishness. Makabe flips backwards and lands face first down on the outside, and London only looks down at him with a smile.
Sarin has had enough of BK London’s meddling, and she dives over the top rope with a plancha – but London catches her right in his arms. London rams her back first into the nearest ring post, sending a sharp pain up her spine, and then he chucks her back into the ring. With no referee, there’s no one around to enforce any tag rules in this match – and he enters the ring himself. Zero is slowly getting up in the center of the ring, and London grabs the steel chair by the corner before approaching the center of the ring. Sarin begins rising up once again, and London approaches her.
Hoping to use his self-proclaimed obviously superior male mind, he throws the chair right to Sarin – who indeed catches it. With this small window of opportunity, London attempts to take Sarin out with his own shoddy version of the Rin Spin – complete with unnecessary jump, but Sarin ducks while holding the chair. London slips up horribly and lands right on his face after that poor attempt at a finisher, and Sarin now springs back up and holds the chair over her head to finish him off. Zero, who was behind Sarin, quickly grabs the chair away from the clutches of Sarin before she can go through with her plan. London springs back up to his feet, and he now ditches the whole copy-finisher attempt and goes with an authentic Shades of Michaels. Fortunately for Sarin, she manages to side step the attempt. Unfortunately for Jay Zero, he doesn’t – and London superkicks the chair right into his own partner’s face. This series of spots takes the fans off the edge of their seat, and London looks down to realize what he has done. As he turns around, he is taken out with the Rin Spin. The kick cold cocks him, and sends him stumbling towards the ropes and he eventually falls out of the ring. With this opportunity, Sarin makes the cover.
However, with Makabe down – there’s no referee….
With his chance to finally shine, Joey Reynolds pops out from behind the curtain and races down to the ring with amazing speed – like a rookie Usain Bolt. Reynolds slides into the ring and he makes the cover and the crowd counts along.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
A huge pop from the crowd, and now we’ve gone down from a 2-on-1 to simply a one on one, featuring a pair of rivals.
Phillip: Jay Zero has been eliminated from this match!
As London comes back to his senses from that shot to the head, he can’t believe what he has heard. Instantly, he knows he can’t allow any time for Sarin to recuperate and gain any advantage – so he quickly rolls back in the ring and takes her down with a massive forearm to the back of the head, no more than 10 seconds after Phillip’s announcement.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:53:44 GMT -5
London stomps away at Sarin, with each stomp landing harder than the last – and he now makes a bee-line outside of the ring. Telling Phillip to hit the bricks, the young announcer darts away from the path of the evil BK London and he grabs his chair and chucks it into the ring. He fully plans on taking advantage of this no disqualification rules. He walks over to the time keeper and throws him off, before chucking that ring high in the air and over the top rope and into the ring. He frantically looks around, and sees his Tag Team Championship down on the floor before grabbing it and rolling right back into the ring. Still holding it in his hands, he waits behind Sarin for her to get up. The former World Champion gets up, and London blasts her in the face with the championship belt. He chucks it aside, and covers her – ensuring him the win.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
Not quite.
BK gets up, and he’s absolutely livid. He grabs referee Joey Reynolds and takes him out just as he did Makabe, with a clothesline. That’s two referees down now, and London looks for the kill. He grabs Sarin’s head, and places it on one steel chair – and now places the second steel chair he threw in the ring on top of her head, sandwiching her head basically. With some plan in mind, London steps out onto the apron and he now ascends to the top rope. This doesn’t look good at all for Sarin, but London doesn’t notice her positioning herself differently under the chair. BK pays no mind to the new position of Sarin, and he jumps off the top rope – hoping for a Leg Drop, and gets absolutely nothing by chair at the other end of his leg. The Flower of Chaos managed to escape in the nick of time and she pulls herself up using the ropes. As much as he’s hurting right now, London also decides to get back up – but Sarin knocks him right back down to the mat with Yoko’s own Flying Guillotine. The fameasser plants London in the center of the ring, and Sarin hooks both legs for the cover.
Makabe, on the outside, is slowly getting up after that clothesline, and Reynolds is laid out in the ring. The fans shout for one of them to get to the cover, and Makabe turns to the ring to see Sarin covering the champion. He rolls into the ring quite gingerly, and makes sure to position himself where he can see his shoulders and makes the count.
ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . THRE-KICK OUT!
London gets his shoulder up, and Sarin can’t believe it. It seems that BK London just won’t die.
Exhausted, Sarin seems to be running out of ideas. However, she manages to get something in mind, and she starts to pick up London. BK, still with some energy in him, musters up enough to push her hard into the corner from in the center of the ring. London hopes to follow up with a shoulder block into the corner, but Sarin manages to evade it by pushing herself up to the top rope. London goes shoulder first into the turnbuckle, and Sarin hooks her legs around the torso of the Tag Team Champion. The Rin Pin is attempted, but London holds onto the middle rope to prevent himself from being flipped over. With this advantage, London now grabs the ankle of Sarin and latches in the Corporate Lock and drags her to the center of the ring.
It’s like a bad horror movie with Sarin, with the killer continuing to somehow always rise from the dead – and now she finds herself in a predicament where the only options appear to be get to the ropes or have her ankle snapped in two.
London applies all the torque he can apply, and Sarin continues to howl out in pain. She attempts to kick her foe off, but London just won’t let go of her ankle. She tries to roll over to the side on her back, but London would roll over as well and continue the momentum until she was positioned back on her stomach. It seems like a never ending feeling of pain with Sarin, and she’s so tempted to tap out – but she briefly reminisces on how far she has reached in this match without Yoko and knows she can’t let her down.
Sarin pushes herself up using her arms and rolls forward, launching BK London into the ropes. London stops himself before he can connect full on with the top rope, and he turns around and attempts to pick Sarin’s ankle again – but this time Sarin takes BK London down with a Drop Toe Hold. BK gets up, holding his nose and Sarin rolls him up and stacks him up with a School Boy pin.
ONE . . TWO . . . THR-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 14:54:01 GMT -5
Sarin’s surprised with the quicker count by Makabe, realizing he is recovering from BK’s malicious attack – but is still upset it isn’t enough to keep him down. London kicks out with authority however, and it’s enough to send Sarin stumbling back into the corner. The champion springs back up to his feet shortly and he races towards the corner to meet Sarin, but receives a double boot the face. London eats the boot, but stumbles back a bit and Sarin now pushes herself up to the top rope.
The four-time Tag Team Champion is aware of Sarin’s top rope arsenal, and he doesn’t want to stick around to be on the receiving end of it. He pushes one of her legs from under her, and she drops pussy first on the top turnbuckle. Not the same pain as a man, but there’s still quite a bit of hurting going on down there. London ascends up to the middle turnbuckle, and it appears he’s going to go for a Superplex of some sort, but Sarin isn’t totally out of it. She battles him with several punches to the face, and then a massive headbutt of her own to a pop from the crowd. This doesn’t knock BK London off the top turnbuckle however; he instead dangles there with one arm on the top rope.
Sarin positions herself in a much higher position than when she last attempted this move, and wraps her legs around the torso of BK London. She flips forward which whips BK London back, and scores with an Avalanche version of the Rin Pin, known more commonly as a Sunset Flip Powerbomb. London’s head smacks against that canvas, and Sarin keeps London in the pin position and Makabe slides on over to make the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
It’s over, and the fans shoot up from their seat upon hearing the bell.
Phillip: And the winners of this match, and NEW ACW Tag Team Champions – Sarin Rossi & Yoko Satoshi, Flower Power!
The opening guitar riffs of ”Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand pumps through the speakers, and the crowd is elated that Sarin could come back from such an exhausting match up. She pulls herself away from London, who lies there motionless in the ring for a moment before rolling under the bottom rope to the outside to escape the celebration in the ring.
Yoko Satoshi, bloody nose and all, appears from the back and there’s a smile ear to ear after seeing such a performance by her tag team partner. The Flower of Carnage gingerly makes her way down to the ring to meet up with the Flower of Chaos in the ring, and the two women embraces with a huge. Sarin can barely stand up on her own two feet, but she manages to keep herself vertical for the time being, knowing that she will collapse as soon as she steps through that curtain.
Keiji Makabe attends to Joey Reynolds, who returns to a vertical base as well after that attack by BK London – and Makabe commends him on attempting to take care of the match in his brief absence. Reynolds shortly after disappears to the back. Makabe now walks over to Phillip, and grabs the second Tag Team Championship after retrieving the first Tag Team Championship from the outside of the ring – as it was used many times by BK London, and he rolls back into the ring and awards then to Sarin Rossi & Yoko Satoshi. Both accept their brand new belts and Makabe stands between the both of them and raises their arms up in triumph.
London quietly exits up the ramp during this celebration, looking absolutely devastated – and Flower Power follow. But before they disappear through that curtain, one more time they take a look out at the crowd and hold up their newly won prizes.
Once again, Flower Power are on top of the Tag Team Division – and it feels good.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:18:26 GMT -5
Segment: This Bachelor Is Title-less For Just a Few More Minutes! (Credit: Dan White)
We fade into the backstage, where ACW interviewer Charlotte King is stood in front of a television screen bearing the Heatwave logo. She is ready to supply an ionterview, one that might become rather important within the ACW fanbase.
Charlotte King: Hello, ACW! I am here with one of the competitors in the main event tonight...intoruding, the Welsh Dragon, Dan White!!
A huge pop, as the Welshman walks onto the set, in his wrestling gear. He looks ready for a fight. Rerady for war. And ready to give a goddamn excellent interview.
Charlotte King: Well Dan, we don’t have long before you go one on one with Senator Steve Phillips, not only for the World championship, but in a Hell in a Cell no less. Now Dan, you have fought in this sort of match a couple of times in the past, but surely nothing is going to compare to the task you have at hand.
Dan White: Well you see, Charlotte, the Hell in a Cell is a tough, gruelling structure. You go in it not knowing if you’ll ever be the same again. And I can promise you, Charlotte, things will never be the same again. Because tonight, you are going to see this plucky Welshman, Mr. Omega Effect, take the title from Senator Steve Phillips, and then all is going to be right with the world.
A pop from the crowd for Dan’s confidence, as he cracks a smile.
Dan White: Now what do I mean by that? Am I implying that my title win will cure cancer and stop rapesw happening all across the world? There will be no more violence no matter where you turn? Wars will end and everyone will be happy clappy? Well, probably not. But who gives a damn. To me, and I’m assuming by the cheers this crowd gives me, to those people sitting in this arena, this title win will make anything else obsolete.
Another pop from the crowd.
Charlotte King: However, you do not have the easiest of fights tonight, Dan. You have to go up against Senator Steve Phillips, a man who all month has managed to get one over you. You may have defeated him before, but has Senator reached his peak now?
Dan White: Haha, you a too pessimistic, Charlotte. Senator isn’t at his peak; he just has the man-power behind his operation. Sure, I have a whole bunch of allies and that, but some of my allies don’t like other allies I’ve got, if that makes sense. And everytime Senator has gone ‘one up’ on me like you’ve said, that’s the reason. Hell, look at Monday night. He only took me down because he managed to trap me in the cell by myself.
The cuts across Dan’s face are evidence from the brutal assault he was the victim ofd.
Charlotte King: What’s there stopping Senator doing something tonight, though? I mean, he could have anything up his sleeve.
Dan crocks a smirk, responding slyly.
Dan White: Oh, believe me, I have a couple of tricks up my sleeve myself.
Dramatic pause!
Dan White: ...But you’re just going to have to wait and find out for yourself.
Dan cracks a smile, as Charlotte shakes her head. The Welshman makes his exit, as we await this hotly anticipated main event.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:19:37 GMT -5
Farms [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The scene opens up to a desert, with its miles of sand and rocky mountains. The glare of the sun is hard, and one can feel the heat simply by watching. In the middle of said desert lies a myriad of broken buildings and other structures. Shattered glass and metal, stone and brick, thrown here and there as if they were mere building blocks in a child’s Lego set.
The sun has baked sand into the destruction and the remnants of some past occupation look anything but salvageable at this point. The camera zooms out from the destruction and focuses on a nearby mountain range, where Winters and Felicity stand, gazing through binoculars at the chaos. Winters: It is very hard to discern from here, however there is definitely something down there. Felicity: Yeah, sand. Winters: There is more to the destruction than meets the eye, Felicity. Just by looking at it, one can discern a story. Felicity: I was down there; the only ‘story’ to be found is that paper scrap I gave you. Winters: That ‘paper scrap’ is enough to prove that Jericho and Desolation exist. Felicity: Used to exist. This IS Desolation, correct? Winters: No. This complex of buildings was one of The Sheppard’s Farms. Felicity: Farms? Winters: In simple terms, it was a concentration camp. The Sheppard’s captured ‘Sheep’ or everyday people. They stuck these people in camps such as this one. If a situation grew out of hand, they would ‘Purge’ the place…or simply bomb it beyond recognition. Felicity: This Jericho guy, was a Sheep? Winters: A Goat. Basically, Goats are unfit Sheppard’s. They are cast out and placed in Farms with the Sheep. This process is the same one Jericho referred to in The Desolation Chronicles, only he called them ‘abductions’. Felicity: Let me get this straight. These people abduct their own and place them in concentration camps with other innocent people they have abducted? Winters: Precisely. We must learn about The Sheppard’s, and find out where Desolation is. On what little data I have, I believe it is hidden underground somewhere. Felicity: I’m going to be blunt here, what the hell does this cult have to do with Feldspar? Winters: A great deal. The Sheppard’s are the number one buyers of Exodus. It is believed that they are not only using the stuff but are reverse engineering it. If we can figure out how they do that, we can create a cure for Feldspar’s mind. Felicity: A damn wild goose chase. Winters: A dangerous one at that. Almost all of The Sheppard’s are addicted to Exodus. It is said that Desolation now revolves around the drug, and that elite Sheppard’s have found immunity to the drugs side effects and have unheard of strength and intelligence. Felicity: So, we’re going to find Hell. Winters: Hell on earth if you will. Now let us go search the remains of this Farm. With any amount of good fortune, we can find more remnants of The Desolation Chronicles and be one-step closer to actually finding Desolation. As Winters finishes his words, the camera zooms out once more, making the pair look like ants. The desert landscape is impressive, and the glare of the sun is unrelenting. What exactly lies in the destruction remains unknown…for now.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:19:58 GMT -5
Time to Tell Me.....Who did it? By Dave Shadow and Jason Freeman And so, we are now only moments from one of tonight’s biggest matches, and boy, does Jason Freeman know it. As he warms up in his dressing room, his mind is completely focused on the job at hand, confident in the knowledge that he has what it takes to go out to the ring tonight and walk back with the International Championship over his shoulder. A knock on the door and a shout from outside tells him that the time has come; an ACW staff member lets him know that the match starts in two minutes. He grabs his coat, and heads towards the door.
He strides down the hallway, as the cameraman runs in front of him, making sure to get a perfect shot. Freeman’s good mood is suddenly ruined though, as the ever familiar Irish accent of one ACW superstar echoes down the hallway. He drops his head and spins round, as Dave comes walking down the hallway behind him. Dave is also dressed and ready for the match, with the IN title over his shoulder. But the look on his face tells Freeman that Dave is not in a good mood tonight.
Dave: Who did it?Freeman: What's that? Dave: We’re here, at Heatwave. You’re getting your title match. You’ve gotten everything you wanted, and I’ve lived up to my end of the deal. Now follow suit and live up to yours. Who attacked me and Jay?Freeman: Ah, right. That. Well, I guess you've got a point. I suppose it’s too late to call off the title match now, so there’s no harm in telling you what I know. Ok Dave. Here we go. The person who attacked you was... Dave leans forward, as the entire crowd holds their breath, eagerly. This is it. The big reveal. Everyone is on the edge of their seats. Who attacked Dave and his brother? Who is this plight on ACW? Who is it? WHO?Freeman: ...well, actually, to tell you the truth I don't know. Dave looks at Freeman in utter bewilderment, as the crowd exhale.
Dave: What? But you said....Freeman: I said whatever I needed to say to get myself a title shot, Dave. I saw an opportunity, and I jumped at it. I saw vulnerability in you - a weakpoint. Something I could manipulate. I wanted a shot at that title of yours, but you were so occupied with the attack that the only way I was getting my shot was to tell a little lie. Dave: A little lie? You son of a bitch, you took advantage of me?Freeman: Call it what you will, Dave. But you of all people should know that sometimes to get ahead in this business, you’ve got to play dirty. Now, if you don’t mind, I do believe I’ve got a title to win. See you out there Dave. Dave tries to retort, but Freeman turns and walks away, a big smile on his face from pulling one over on Dave. Freeman heads towards the curtains, leaving Dave standing in the middle of the coridoor, completely dumbfounded. One of his main sources has just fallen through on him. Slowly, Dave’s amazement turns to pure rage, his face turning a deep shade of purple. He’s been screwed and he doesn’t like it.
Freeman may think his ploy was clever, but he may have just signed his own death warrant. As if Dave needed any more motivation to kick ass out there tonight....Dave curses under his breath and starts to walk towards the ring, ready for battle.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:20:20 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW International Title Match Jack Jefferson vs. Jason Freeman vs. Dave Shadow
The show has reached its penultimate match. Above the ring, the Cell structure is hanging, casting its shadow over the watching masses. Soon it will be called to do its callous work... but first, there will rage a battle which is truly more than the sum of its parts.
Philip Jones is in the ring; reading his cue perfectly, he commands the crowd to silence with a look, a stance, before even speaking.
Philip: Our next match tonight is a triple threat match and it is for the ACW International Championship! Introducing the first challenger, from Long Island, New York, at 6 feet and 230 pounds... Jason Freeman!
”Ugly” by the Exies starts slowly as always before seething into life as Freeman appears on the stage. Freeman stares at the audience before proceeding to the ring; he still has a hint of a smirk on his face after delivering his “revelation” to Shadow backstage. The crowd boos him loudly; Freeman ignores this, and stretches to warm up as he awaits his opponents.
Philip: The second challenger, from Manchester, England... at 5 feet 11 and 219 pounds... Jack Jefferson!
Jefferson has waited patiently since before Seven Deadly Sins for his shot at the title, and the anticipation has only served to sharpen his purpose. As “Paint It Black” plays, he raises his arms to the fans, and then walks down the ramp, psyching himself up for what could be a turning point in his career. Freeman watches him coolly, and Jefferson gives him a brief, deliberately dismissive glance before stepping through the ropes. These two have the same goal, but whether they will help or hinder one another could be crucial to the match’s eventual outcome.
Finally, after a very brief pause, the chugging, grinding guitar riff of “Voodoo Child” hits the speakers, causing the crowd to boo loudly, but not so much as to drown out Jones.[/i]
Philip: And finally, the defending International Champion... from Drogheda, Ireland, at 6 feet and 213 pounds.... Dave Shadow!
Shadow bursts through the curtain as the main chorus and beat commences, and he thrusts his title into the air, his expression fierce. He takes time to show the belt to the crowd, who tell him exactly what they think; Shadow just smirks briefly, but his expression becomes cold again as he sets eyes on his opponents. Both have recently screwed him over, and tonight he intends to pay both of them back.
Shadow moves quickly to the ring, where Joey Reynolds is awaiting him, patched up and determined to complete his duties even after the havoc of the tag title match. The belt is handed over, and Reynolds does not beat around the bush – if he doesn’t start this match quickly, it will most assuredly start without him.
The timekeeper is signalled, and so it begins.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:20:56 GMT -5
Freeman moves first – and against all expectations, instead of attacking Shadow, he lands a strong blow to the upper body of Jefferson, taking the other challenger by surprise. Jefferson fights back quickly, but as is so often the case in Triple-threat matches, he can’t cover all the angles, and Shadow slips behind him, with a clubbing blow to the back. Possibly Shadow and Freeman are still angry over the previous tag match incident; in any case, Jefferson has to think fast, and he applies his skills with aplomb to dodge a punch from Freeman with precise timing so that Shadow takes the hit. Shadow stumbles, and Freeman flows beautifully into a series of strikes, eager to do some damage to the champion. Jefferson steps back; he is more than happy to let Shadow and Freeman wear one another down, and for a good fifteen seconds or so, the two scrap with little love lost between them. Jefferson’s plan is not foolproof, however – seeing an opportunity, Shadow whips Freeman away from him and sends him cannoning into Jefferson, so that the two end up sprawled on the mat. Cockily, Shadow poses and beckons his opponents forward, allowing himself to be absorbed by the thrill of the combat. Only a hint of his inner tension is evident at the corner of his eyes.
Freeman nips back up to his feet, and almost immediately has to duck back down again as Dave tries to clothesline his head from his shoulders. Freeman smirks – but Jefferson snakes an arm up and around Freeman’s neck and clutches his wrist, crushing his windpipe and keeping him restrained on the mat. Dave puts the boot into Freeman with a vindictive glare as he extracts some payback for the wild goose chase Freeman has led him on in order to get into the match in the first place. The crowd may not be that enamoured of Shadow – but neither are they that keen on Freeman, so Freeman’s eventual escape from the stomping is met with some disappointed boos.
Not one to be cowed, Freeman rolls to his feet and engages in a grapple with Shadow as Jefferson regains a vertical base. The two men are closely matched in terms of raw power, and Freeman just manages to get the better drive, forcing Shadow up against the ropes. The fans shout as Freeman and Shadow trade blows ( and most likely insults); seeing a chance he just can’t pass up, Jefferson takes aim and then charges forward, crashing into both men at speed. The result causes all three to tumble over the ropes, and now the fans really get excited as the action moves within touching distance.
Jefferson has more up his sleeve; he slides into the ring, and then sets cameras flashing all over the arena as he leaps from the top rope and performs his moonsault leg drop to Shadow. Shadow takes it hard, and both his challengers are quick to exploit the situation; Freeman kicks Shadow in the ribs, while Jefferson attempts to lock in a Full Nelson. Shadow has no intention of just letting this happen, and writhes to free himself; just as he does so, Freeman comes in with a scorching dropkick, which misses Shadow but blasts Jefferson in the upper chest. Jefferson is sent flying backward into the guard rail, and appears groggy from a strike to the back of his head as Freeman turns around to be met with Shadow’s spinning neckbreaker. His anger clear, Shadow grasps Freeman by the head and drags him to the ringpost, ramming him head-first against the metal. Freeman looks to be dazed as Shadow bundles him into the ring, the Champion looking to have complete control of the match.
Shadow doesn’t waste any time on niceties; as soon as he’s got Freeman clear of the ropes, he makes a cover.
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Freeman kicks out, just as the camera picks up on Jefferson slithering quietly back into the ring. Shadow senses movement behind him, and twists around, ready to meet his attacker – but as he moves forward, Freeman shoots out an arm and grabs his ankle. Shadow is tripped, and Jefferson dives on to him, turning him over and trying to force a pin – he gets nearly a 2 before Freeman breaks it up. Jefferson looks furious, and for the first time in the match, he initiates a confrontation with Freeman; the pair can be seen shouting at one another and some chops are exchanged. This gives Shadow valuable breathing space; noticing this, Freeman gesticulates at the champ, and presents Jefferson with a stark choice – does he want to win the title, or waste his energy while Shadow preserves his? Jefferson clearly has little liking for Freeman, but he can see the cold, hard logic in Freeman’s argument. Just as Shadow is getting his head back together, he realises that his problems just doubled...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:21:23 GMT -5
For all his arrogance, Shadow clearly has a brave streak; he tries to take both foes at once, alternating his punches, whipping Freeman away and then planting Jefferson with a snap suplex. But he can’t fight against brutal mathematics, and Freeman stalks up to him, lashing out with a nasty elbow strike, and then slapping on a sleeper hold. Shadow tenses every muscle, trying to break free, but his opponent is a master of these wars of attrition, and Shadow feels his energy being sapped. Jefferson rises and pauses for a moment to enjoy the sight of Shadow’s suffering; Freeman adds insult to injury by executing his “Middle of Nowhere”, launching into a giant swing with a neckbreaker drop landing. The fans are divided; some consider that Shadow is simply getting his just desserts, while others despise Freeman’s attitude to his fellow wrestlers. Feeling like adding a little something to the mix, Jefferson shows off his trifecta of Moonsaults.
First from the bottom rope.
Then from the middle.
And finally, the coup de grace – the top rope –
No! Freeman proves himself to be less trustworthy than a wolf left to guard sheep, and catches Jefferson in mid-air before pulling off his inverted Fireman’s Carry Pancake. Jefferson is momentarily stunned, and Freeman whips around, throws himself on top of Shadow, and pins –
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Jefferson explodes like several pounds of Semtex and literally kicks Freeman off of Shadow, bellowing like a bull-headed, one-man belligerence engine gone haywire. The crowd absolutely loves it as the now seriously hacked-off Mancunian shows Freeman how it’s done “Oop North”, smacking the taste out of his foe’s mouth before levelling him with a mighty uppercut. Freeman’s grasp on self-control is already sweaty, and this is sufficient for him to relinquish the slender remaining grip that he has. A trickle of blood is seen on his lip as he and Jefferson batter one another; both men want the title with a savage passion that is all too evident. The crowd is captivated by the mutual mauling, so that only a few people see that Shadow is slowly rising to his feet.
It would be easy for Dave Shadow to stand back and let the two men destroy one another. But Shadow has no intention of doing any such thing; he may not yet know who exactly he needs to “speak” to, but it is critical for him to show that he’s not afraid to fight. The events of the last couple of weeks have made up his mind. He’ll either retain the belt with his fists, or lose it in a blaze of glory.
Freeman and Jefferson don’t spot Shadow looming toward them until it’s too late. Shadow reaches Jefferson first, and with a smirk he taps him on the shoulder; Jefferson spins round, already with an arm outstretched for a clothesline, but Shadow ducks under, jumps to the ropes and uses them to rebound into a Lou Thesz Press. This automatically sets up a pin-
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Freeman lunges at Shadow, only to be caught with a screeching (and barely legal) punch to the face. Freeman crumbles, and again Shadow tries for a cover, throwing himself on to Freeman.
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Jefferson bundles Shadow off, and now the match is taking place at breakneck speed. Or rather, breakback speed, as Jefferson tussles with Shadow and pulls off his double underhook backbreaker. Jefferson pins-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:22:02 GMT -5
Shadow kicks a moment or so before Freeman can reach the scene. The fans are going crazy and their mentality seems to affect all three men, as a pure three-way fist fight rages for several seconds in the centre of the ring. Freeman decides that it’s getting too close for comfort, and as Shadow reels back from a brain chop, Freeman charges at Jefferson and spears him, causing Jefferson to roll and fall out of the ring. Blazing with energy, Freeman leaps up, and Shadow tries to end it with a charging high knee – BUT RUNS STRAIGHT INTO FREEMAN’S SHINING AXE KICK!!
The crowd goes mental; Freeman covers, Shadow has taken an enormous hit and looks to be out of it-
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The screams of the fans should have warned Freeman; Jefferson is on the top of the turnbuckle and he flies nearly three-quarters of the way across the ring to splash down on the pair. He grabs Freeman on landing and wrenches him away with his momentum, stunning everyone.
With Shadow trying to get up, Freeman and Jefferson lay into one another. Jefferson’s blood must be boiling, and with huge prejudice he knees Freeman in the gut. Freeman grimaces – but that’s nothing compared to the expression he pulls the split second before Jefferson launches off of Shadow’s back and delivers his Shining Wizard.
Freeman drops like a stone; Jefferson lands, and as Shadow tries to blindside him, still dizzy and now desperate for the match to end, Jefferson grasps him and puts everything into the grandmother of all Blizzard Suplexes. The fans are on their feet, Reynolds is in for the count-
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NO SALE!! Shadow thrashes, more out of instinct than conscious thought, and there is a huge groan from the crowd. Shadow is now looking distinctly weak, but his opponents are also showing the strain. As Jefferson comes close, Shadow backs into the corner...
... and then, with a huge effort, he turns, grabs the ropes, and backflips over both Jefferson, who is trying to trap him, and Freeman who is charging in behind with a high-angle big boot. Freeman boots Jefferson in the back of the head, and as he recoils, Shadow is right behind him.
Shadow hooks up Freeman’s arms, backpedals toward the ropes, and executes his release German suplex to fling Freeman awkwardly over the ropes. He only just clears them and is fortunate not to get hung up; Shadow nips back up, and now with a strange, faraway look in his eye, he rolls his die one more time.
It all comes down to a split second; Jefferson’s world is spinning, but he realises the danger and tries to lurch aside. Shadow, as much by luck as judgement, also veers sideways, and so is able to make contact before Jefferson can retaliate. He nails the “Blink” (leaping reverse STO), and struggles into the barest of covers.
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Freeman, clutching the ring apron, scrambles up...
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Philip: Here is your winner... and STILL ACW International Champion, Dave Shadow!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:22:39 GMT -5
”Voodoo Child” plays as Shadow rolls off of Jefferson, and continues rolling right out of the ring. Freeman is livid; he yells at Shadow, who snatches back his belt and holds it tightly for a moment. The retaining champion is absolutely exhausted, and his usual cocky demeanor is dulled by fatigue. Freeman looks as if he’s about to go after Shadow, but Jefferson has recovered enough to stand, and he too is furious; it is clear that the challengers blame one another for breaking up what could have been match-winning pins.
Extra security is on hand to prevent a further fight breaking out; Shadow takes this opportunity to move toward the ramp. As the adrenaline in his system slowly drains, the weight of his worries begins to pile back on him. The words of the disguised voice on the tape come unbidden back to his head.
He looks at the title again. Its luster drew both Jefferson and Freeman... and maybe, just maybe, he can use it to lure out the one person he seeks above all others. Dave is more sure than ever that it is indeed a wrestler he is looking for... and ultimately, all wrestlers cannot help but heed the siren call of gold...
Shadow looks thoughtful as he disappears to the back, and the show cuts to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:23:04 GMT -5
The End: End Credit: Jake Andrew Black: Yeah babe, I’ll see you at home. Black hangs up his phone as he reaches his old white Honda Civic. He reaches in his pocket for the keys and unlocks the car. Throwing his unused gym bag in the passenger seat, he is about to close the door when he hears a noise...?: Yo Andrew, wait! ...which happens to come from his stablemate Jake Cheng. Black is still unnerved whenever he sees Cheng, and this situation is no different, but Jake is oblivious as usual. Black gets out of the car as his stablemate runs up to him.Jake Cheng: Hey man, can I get a ride home? My car shit the bed and my place is on the way to your I think. Andrew Black: Yeah, yeah, it’s no problem. Jake Cheng: Awesome, thank you. And like that, two fifths of the Untouchables get into Andrew Black’s car and drive out of the arena’s parking garage. Making boring, not worth typing small talk, the car merges onto the highway. Black drives and talks nervously and Cheng plays along, even though the knuckles on his hands are white. He can still see the bare back of his ex girlfriend as she rides the driver of the car he is the passenger in.Andrew Black: Jake? Jake Cheng: Huh? Andrew Black: I said, is it the next right? Jake Cheng: Oh. Yeah, yeah, sorry, just spacing out. And deeper and deeper into his hatred he crawls...No, I am over her. I tried changing for her and she wouldn’t take me back. That bitch ruined me. My transformation turned on itself. I lost control. I’m losing control... [/i][/center] Andrew Black: So, what is next for us you think? Nothing is left for you if I can help it. Andrew Black: What? Jake Cheng: I said I have no idea. I mean, we just keep fighting. Andrew Black: Oh. I can’t believe it. What are the fucking odds that she comes back into my life just as I turn myself around. I got back to ACW, I’ve been clean damnit! And now what? What am I supposed to do? Andrew Black: Am I driving too fast? Your knuckles are white... Black slows down as the car goes around a corner, which is cut into the side of a large hill. Jake looks past the barricade and down the almost mountain side.A mighty long fall... Jake looks back over to see Black checking his phone for text messages. He smiles and then looks over at Jake.Oh I saw that! That look. You think you are so good because you have her. Well we’ll see how tough you are! Andrew Black: Jake, you ok? Andrew sees the tears streaming from Jake’s face and then sees the ACW Grand Slam Champion lunge at him. Black puts his arms up and the car swerves into the other lane, but Black steers it back into the correct lane, and throws an elbow which temporarily stuns Jake. Cheng reels back and touches his nose, barely seeing the blood on his finger tips through his teary eyes. He lunges again and this time the men aren’t that lucky. They swerve into and through the guard rail and the car nose dives down the large hill. It impacts the ground and rolls until it hits a lone large tree.
There is no movement from the car until it bursts into flames. Several cars stop ont he road above and call for help but they all expect the worse aftr witnessing the terrible crash. A small explosion occurs and black smoke billows into the air as the fire burns the car.
The End.OOC: Hey everybody. So yeah, kinda sudden, I understand, but overall necessary. I didn’t want to have Cheng retired by Taylor because he sucks. So I had this sweet idea to feud with Andrew Black at EOTR and retire that way. But I had to take this route instead. I have zero motivation to write these days. Saying that I have better things to do makes me seem like a douchebag, but it’s pretty true. I move back to school tomorrow for my second year and it just won’t work. So there you have it, neither Jake Cheng nor Andrew Black will be on ACW television anymore, until a wacky show . Oh, by the way, I was also Andrew Black. I didn’t really get to execute all I wanted for him either. The ideas looked better on paper before I typed up the actual segments. Oh well, it happens. So yeah, I don’t really have much else to say. Thanks to the Untouchable guy and Train/Cody/Red for at least trying to make a feud work. Thanks to CP wanting to feud with Black. Thanks to a bunch of people who helped me make Black: Mainer, BK, Taylor a little, the cocksucker, and Steele. Umm yeah, I’ll still be around, just not writing. And I mean it this time. At least until I come up with a new character. Haha. -Jake
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2009 15:23:48 GMT -5
Segment: Takin' Care of Business (Credit: Train) It's been a couple hours now but we open with Train still in his wrestling gear walking away from the arena in the parking lot. He is holding the Light Heavyweight championship in his arms and it looks like he is sneaking away with it. Thunder Lawyer follows behind him looking around as well hoping for nobody to see them. That's kinda stupid because there is a camera man walking in front of them so...ANYWAY! Train goes over to a nearby barrel and begins to dump some stuff inside it.Thunder Lawyer: TRAIN! TRAIN! What the hell are you doing? Thunder Train: I'm finishing this off! I'm not gonna be embarrassed by Cheng like this. I'm going to get rid of this title once and for all...Thunder Lawyer: How? Thunder Train: I'm gonna put a bunch of these explosives in here and blow the fucker up!Thunder Lawyer: That doesn't sound like a good idea. Do you have any idea how to use those things? Thunder Train: HEY! I've watched firework shows OK? I think I know what the hell I'm doing.Thunder Lawyer: I think you have bigger things to worry about right now. Thunder Train: AND WHAT'S THAT? WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN DESTROYING THIS?!?!?Thunder Lawyer: Thighs... Thunder Train: What about her, she is standing right there.Train points behind him and to the left but there is nothing there.Thunder Train: OR SHE SHOULD BE! WHERE IS SHE?Thunder Lawyer: Exactly! She is gone again! Thunder Train: How is that possible? Is she in another castle?Thunder Lawyer: I don't know. I was in the locker room during your match and I found a note... Thunder Train: FUCK IT! I'm blowing this up right now! One thing at a time.Train grabs some more powder from what looks like nowhere and dumps it into the barrel. He looks around again to make sure nobody can see his illegal workings. The bag empties then he opens another and begins pouring. The barrel is almost full by the time he finishes putting the powder in.Thunder Lawyer: Jesus Christ Train! Are you trying to get us killed? Thunder Train: No! I'm going to blow that title into so many different pieces that it will be in so many different pieces!Thunder Lawyer: This won't end well. Thunder Train: When has anything I've done NOT ended well?Thunder Lawyer could go into a flashback of all the times but he doesn't want to waste the rest of his life doing that.Thunder Train: Exactly, now stand back!Train grabs the championship then spits on it. He tosses it inside the barrel then pulls out a fuse and puts it into the barrel. Then strands it as he runs away from it. Finally, when both him and Lawyer are about 400 feet away he lights it. The blaze goes and goes and goes very rapidly. It gets to the barrel and Train stands in anticipation! OH MAN! HERE WE GO!BOOM! The barrel explodes and pieces go flying in all directions. Train stands up and looks at what he has done and cheers. There is nothing left of the barrel except a little bonfire that's going. Flaming shards of metal fall from the sky but it doesn't concern him. He runs over to the barrel and sees that the only thing remaining of the title is part of the strap. However, we see Thunder Lawyer walking off screen with a championship belt as Jake wouldn't let me actually blow up the title >_> BUT YOU WILL ALL BELIEVE I DO AND LIKE IT! Anyway, Train looks down in his victory as Lawyer appears next to him.Thunder Train: SEE! I did it! I've finally destroyed the title! Cheng will be off my back forever.Thunder Lawyer: In more ways than you know Train. Good work, though. Oh, and here's the letter from Thighs. Thunder Lawyer hands him the letter and Train opens it up with a smirk on his face. However, it quickly changes once he begins reading it.
Dear Brother Locomotive,
I know you are disappointed. But after my relations with Jake that one night I began to feel weird. It seems that I am pregnant with his child. I have decided to run away as I cannot face you because of what I have done.
Love always, Thunder Thighs Train crumples up the letter.Thunder Lawyer: What are we gonna do? Train throws the letter into the burning fire in front of him.Thunder Train: THAT WHORE! I can't believe this.Thunder Lawyer: Are we gonna go after her? Thunder Train: I can't. I need to get this.Train pulls out a picture and hands it to Thunder Lawyer.Thunder Lawyer: What? You're serious about this? Thunder Train: I think it's time I got serious and finally went after it.Thunder Lawyer: Alright then...but I still think we should try to find Thighs. Thunder Train: Don't worry about her. But now let's go before the cops arrive.Train throws the picture down and the two begin to run away. The camera watches them fade out into the distance before going back down to the picture that Train threw. It zooms in closer and closer and closer and eventually it can be seen what's on it.
The World Heavyweight Championship....
Fade.
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